#armchair shrinks

[the-mechanica]

[comatosebunny09]

oblivious | sylus

summary: how he could confess so matter-of-factly is beyond you. you could only hope to be so brazen. but you won’t deny how it makes you feel. how your body vibrates with pleasant tingles and your mind colors with relief, knowing he feels the same. genre(s): fluff, romance warning(s): kissing, very minimal spice, short and sweet, allusions to sylus’ past? now playing: lago azul - jamila velazquez

Curiosity killed the cat.

But not knowing is killing you more.

“Sylus?” you offhandedly query from your place on the settee in his study.

“Yes, sweetie?” comes his automatic response from an adjacent armchair. He doesn’t look up from his book. Instead, flips another page, the yellowing paper flashing across the lenses of his glasses.

“Are you in love with me?”

For the first time since you’ve both occupied this room, he looks at you. Really looks, peering into the bowels of your soul. And with all the seriousness of the world, he answers, “Of course I am.”

You blanch. Nearly tumble from the couch, your tongue heavy and swollen in your mouth. Sylus watches you grapple with words, the solemness never leaving his face.

“Y-You…what? Are you serious?” Your voice is shrill, and it’s laughable how you clamber to your feet, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“Yes.” He speaks evenly, as if his words will scare you off. “I am.”

“You—what?” It seems coherent sentences still fail you.

His book snaps shut with finality. He faces you fully, one leg crossed over the other as a smirk crooks his lips.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” He waves a hand as if his affection for you is as evident as the transition from day to night.

“Huh?” You could smack yourself for how foreign the English language seems today.

“Sweetie,” Sylus sighs. Pinches the bridge of his nose after sliding his frames from his face, shaking his head. “For someone so intelligent, you can be incredibly daft.”

“Heh, ha! Joke’s on you; I don’t even know what that word means!” It’s your attempt to dispel the pressure that’s settled on your shoulders. To shoo away the heat branching into your cheeks, the anxiety swelling in your chest.

How he could confess so matter-of-factly is beyond you. But you won’t deny how it makes you feel. How your body vibrates with pleasant tingles and your mind colors with relief.

Without relinquishing eye contact, Sylus slides his book onto the coffee table. Gradually stands, and you stiffen as he pads towards you, steps measured like those of a feline maneuvering through the snow.

“It means foolish,” he murmurs. “Ridiculous. Insufferable, much like you’re being right now.”

You’re a comical sight. Spine ramrod stiff, petrified like a goat. You unconsciously step back until the wall collides with your spine, and you’re like a cornered sheep in a wolf’s den.

You shrink as he spills over you like liquid smoke. He places a hand on the space beside your ear, blotting out everything that isn’t him. Eases his fingers beneath your chin to coax you to look up at him, and he’s surprisingly gentle as his thumb cruises over your chin, just shy of your bottom lip.

His eyes flicker like the slow inhalation of a flame, and he studies your gaze for something. An out, a sign of discomfort. There’s no fight to you. No qualms, no attempts to push him away. And when he discovers this, he slowly pans in until your mouth is but a hairsbreadth away.

His breath fans over your lips. Filters through your lashes, and you grow dizzy from the haze of it all. Find yourself painting a sluggish triangle between his hooded eyes and the pucker of his parted lips with your gaze, and—

And somewhere between the proximity of his body…

Between the warmth of his breath and the calming scent of sandalwood he carries…

Between his thumb tenderly tugging your bottom lip down, and your throat thickening with words left unbidden…

He kisses you. Sylus kisses you, honey-slow and exploratory, fingers curling affectionately around the nape of your neck whilst his thumb slides along the angle of your jaw.

Once the initial shock peters out, you’re kissing him back. Snake your arms about his shoulders, unconsciously drawing him to your height. He pours a bitten-off sound into your mouth. Brows furrow, his expression etched into one of anguish as if he’s waited lifetimes for this.

His lips slant possessively over yours, and the tension once coiled in his muscles like a spring slowly sloughs off. He bows into you, trapping you between the rigid pane of his body and the textured wall behind.

You’re both moving on instinct now as relief washes like a soothing balm over your limbs. And you’re kissing him with equal fervency as his sweltering tongue seeks out the wet glide of yours. You sigh hot and wanton into each other’s mouths, your fingers seeking solace in the soft riot of his hair.

His hands perch on your hips. Ease down, down, down to your thighs to wrap around the backs of them. He effortlessly hoists you into his arms, securing your legs around his hips. Doesn’t once break the seal of your lips as he turns you ‘round, walking you back towards the settee.

And as he lays you down all tender, your hair fanned around you like a halo, and his body a warm, homely pressure settled between your legs…

You think, maybe I’ve been in love with this insufferable idiot all along, too.

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[moonstruckme]

Hi luv, can I request something?

I was thinking about a poly!wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is feeling down because of her period but don’t wanna tell the boys bc she’s embarrassed. But she ends up acting all sad and the boys are really worried, thinking they did something wrong, and when they finally find out the truth they try to comfort her? A little angst with fluff ending, lots of cuddles. Only if you feel comfortable writing it, of course!

I love your writing, btw

Thanks for requesting lovely!

cw: period sadness

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 971 words

“She’s moping,” Sirius whispers, arms crossed and dark brows bunched. He’s leaning back against the counter, having followed Remus into the kitchen to ‘help make the popcorn’. Two fingers tap restlessly on his bicep. 

Remus watches the movement, pensive. “She might’ve just had a rough day,” he says back. The sound of popcorn in the microwave works to cover his voice. “I think she’d tell us if we’d done something to upset her.”

He gets where Sirius is coming from. You’ve seemed a tad dimmer than usual, mumbly and perhaps a bit tired. But Sirius is quick to worry, and he has a nose for tension that occasionally sniffs it out when it’s not really there. 

“She might not.” Sirius is doing that thing where he looks and sounds angry when really he’s worried. Remus leans over to kiss his hair. 

“She’s better than us,” he reassures him, taking the popcorn from the microwave and leading the way back into the living room. 

You’re huddled up in one corner of the couch, blanket pulled tight around you and eyes looking to nowhere. You perk up a little when Remus shakes some of the popcorn into a bowl and sets it in your lap. 

“Thanks,” you say. 

“Course. Did you pick a film?” 

“I started to, but…” You shrug, passing the remote to Sirius as he sits down next to you. “You guys can pick, I don’t really care what we watch.” 

Sirius sends Remus a look. See? Remus frowns. He’s still not convinced you’re upset with them, specifically, but your upset in general is hard to deny. 

It’s unsettling to have you glum like this. He and Sirius have always been prone to their moods, but you’re…not, so much. It’s not that you never have a bad day, of course, they try to give you the environment to feel whatever you like. They’ve just not seen you like this before, obviously upset but seemingly with no cause. 

Sirius picks one of your favorite films anyway. The intro credits start, and ordinarily, this would be the part where you lean onto your other side and cozy up to him, but you don’t. You stay curled up in your corner, eyes at half-mast and pretty face impassive. 

The sweet bit of skin between Sirius’ brows is marred by a dent. 

Remus is sitting in the armchair adjacent to your side of the couch. He reaches across the space for your hand. With so overt a request, you give it to him, looking a touch bemused. He holds your gaze, sweeping his thumb over your knuckles. 

“Are you alright?” 

You blink. “Me?” When Remus doesn’t look away, you shrink slightly, shoulders pulling up towards your ears. “I’m fine, yeah. Are you?” 

“Oh, how crafty,” Sirius drawls. “Redirect the question, we’ll never see through that.” 

You smile cautiously. “Way to make me asking my boyfriend how he is seem nefarious.” 

Sirius’ answering grin is sharp, but Remus can see the anxiety beneath it. “You’re not as subtle as you think, babe. Why don’t you tell us what’s got you so twisted up, huh?” 

Just like that, you shut down again. You pull your hand from Remus’, fixing your eyes on the TV. “I’m not twisted up,” you say. 

“Dovey,” Remus says softly. When you look at him, your expression is controlled but your gaze is tentative. “Have we done something to upset you?” 

“What?” A line forms between your brows, a companion for Sirius’. “No, you’ve—you’re perfect.” 

“Well, I like to think so,” Sirius agrees breezily, “but you’re obviously not happy with us. It’d help if you’d just say what it is, so apologies and amends can commence. Unless it’s that I left the toilet paper roll empty again, in which case I can only say that you knew what you were getting into when you moved in.” 

His feeble attempt at levity doesn’t make much of a dent in your creased expression, though you do tilt up one side of your mouth as though to commend him for his effort. 

“I’m not upset with either of you,” you say slowly. Your tone carries a hue of resignation. “I promise, if I was mad I would say.” 

Now it’s Remus’ turn to look at Sirius. See? But Sirius looks even more troubled, as though he can’t fathom what could be wrong in your life if it’s not him. 

“You are upset, though,” Remus says softly. “What’s wrong?” 

You sigh, the sound heavy with that unidentified melancholy, and Sirius seems to feel secure enough now to drop a kiss on your shoulder. “Nothing’s wrong,” you reply, defeated. “I’m just in a mood because of my period, sorry. I don’t mean to be a bother.” 

Remus coos, reaching across the gap again to pet your baby hairs. 

Sirius leans into your side. “You?” he asks, kissing your shoulder again. “Never. Why didn’t you say, lovebug?” 

You shrug. You seem to be slumping deeper into the couch with every affectionate touch, your body relaxing. “It’s a bit embarrassing. I don’t want to be acting all sad just because my hormones are going funny.” 

“You’re not just acting sad if you are actually sad,” Remus points out. “Is your stomach hurting you?” 

“Not really.” You shift your weight so you’re leaning into Sirius, too. He looks about as happy as he can be when someone he loves is hurting, bottom lip pushed out as he rubs your shoulder and smooshes his cheek into the top of your head. “Just sad.” 

“D’you wanna watch something happy, sweetheart?” Sirius asks, voice dripping with a syrupy sweetness. “Or something sad, to cry it out?” 

You shrug again. “Maybe just a little sad? Like The Perks of Being a Wallflower.” 

“That’s only a little sad to you? Shit, baby, you’re tough as nails.”

[wanders-in-wonderland]

My Roommate

It’s a typical Friday night, I’d made plans to go to a new club opening with some friends after work and I’m getting ready to leave.

Dressed in a short, skintight dress and heels, I’m just about to head out when I hear the front door open and see my roommate walk into our living room. His eyes sweep over me and I think I see his jaw twitch before he raises an eyebrow at me, “Going out?”

I smile brightly, grabbing my clutch and sliding past him to grab the door handle he’d just let go of. “Don’t wait up!” I cheerfully say as I spin out the door.

I catch him murmur something under his breath but I’m too far gone to notice. I spend the next few hours dancing, drinking, and partying with friends before I finally make my way back home, still a little tipsy and high on a wild night.

I stumble into the apartment, kicking my heels off as I step through the door. I’d been expecting darkness but instead, the lights are on and my roommate is sitting in the armchair in the living room, facing the door. I smile at him and walk into our kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“What are you still doing up?” My words are mostly clear but I can still feel the fuzziness in my head from all the alcohol I’d consumed tonight.

“I was waiting for you,” his voice is flat, with none of the friendly inflection I’m used to. “Hm?” I stare at him in confusion as I bring the glass to my lips, drawing thirstily from it.

I watch as he rises from his seat, walking towards me with purpose. I stare as he approaches, my lack of shoes making our already significant height difference even more pronounced as I tilt my head back to maintain eye contact as he draws closer.

“Did you get tired of prancing around in that outfit like a slut?” His words cut through me, dousing me like ice cold water. I’m slack-jawed for a moment as I stare over the rim of my water glass.

“What?” My voice trembles as my alcohol-addled brain comprehends what he just said. His eyes narrow into an anger-filled glare that makes me shrink and take a step back. He doesn’t stop advancing and my legs carry me backwards instinctively, only stopping when I feel my back hit the kitchen counter.

His voice is dark and biting when he speaks again, “Did you like it when all those men at the club gave you their attention while you whored yourself out? Did that make your cunt wet?”

My heart stutters in fear as I take in how angry he looks and how close he is to me. “I- I don’t know what you mean…” my voice is small and seems to be swallowed up by the room.

“Don’t play dumb. I know how whores like you act,” he sneers and he towers over me, caging me as he plucks the glass from my frozen fingers and sets it down.

“Desperate little whore who lives for the attention and validation that you get from men. That’s what you are. All you want is for someone to own you and possess you and treat you like the worthless piece of pussy you are.” His voice ends in a harsh hiss as he bends down to hold my gaze.

I can feel my heartbeat echoing in my ears and despite the fear, the alcohol, and the indignation that wells up inside of me, I feel my body clench in response to his words.

His hands settle on my waist, his fingers spanning across my back as his thumbs dig into my hips harshly. I whimper softly at the pinch of pain but I feel my pussy throb.

“And I’m tired of watching you run around like a bitch in heat,” he spits the last few words at me before he leans down and captures my lips in a punishing, bruising kiss. I whine into his mouth as I feel his tongue dominate mine, my hands coming up to rest on his chest briefly before my brain catches up to my body and I push away from him.

“What the fuck?” It’s anger now that fills my body and mind, “You have no right to treat me like that or say that about me! What I do is my business, not yours!”

He glares down at me, “It is my fucking business when you’re doing it all under my roof. And I have every right because I’m about to own every part of you.”

I splutter in disbelief, “Who the hell do you think you are, you freak? I don’t fucking belong-“ His hand cracks across my face as he backhands me.

I cry out as my head snaps to the side, my cheek immediately flaring in pain and fear settles into my stomach.

“Don’t fucking disrespect me.” His voice is ice as he stares me down. My eyes fill with tears but I blink them away furiously. My arm comes up to retaliate but before I can, his hand snatches my wrist and in one smooth movement, he pulls me around, pining my arm behind my back while pushing me down against the kitchen counter.

I struggle fruitlessly against him and expletives spew out of my mouth. I hear the sound of his hand cracking against my ass before I even feel it.

The force jolts my entire body and the sharp burn of pain makes me cry out. I twist and try to squirm away from him but he lands several more blows against me, each one drawing a cry from my lips as my thin dress does nothing to dampen the force of his blows.

“You’re fucking mine.” Every word is punctuated with a hit. I feel the tears spill over my lashes as the pain and panic bombards me.

“No, please stop, please let me go!” My voice is desperate and small as he overwhelms my every sense.

“Shut the fuck up,” his tone is cold yet heated with anger and possession as he grabs the bottom of my dress and wrenches it upwards, bunching it around my hips.

He lets out a mocking laugh, “You fucking whore, you didn’t even wear panties out.” I close my eyes as if that would block out what’s happening. He lands a few more harsh slaps to my bare skin, making me whine and cry out again.

I feel his fingers against my core and feel my heart stop. “Fuck, you worthless little cunt, you’re dripping,” his voice is gravelly as his fingers slide against me, collecting the slick that betrays me.

“Being punished like a whore really does turn you on huh?” He laughs with derision. “No, no please stop!” My voice shakes and I feel shame heating my cheeks simultaneous to the desire that heats my blood.

“Don’t lie to me, whore, I can feel how badly you want this.” He slams two fingers into my dripping pussy as he snarls his words into my ear. A strangled moan erupts out of my mouth as I shudder from the pleasure. His fingers don’t stop as they piston into me, the sound of my wetness filling the room with my cries.

“I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve,” his words barely reach me as the beating of my heart roars in my ears.

He curls his fingers inside of me, making my breath stutter as I feel my orgasm fast approaching. His fingers brush against my clit and I let out a broken wail as pleasure washes over me and I come undone on his fingers, splayed out on our kitchen counter.

“Fucking whore,” he growls in my ear as he works me through the orgasm, making me shake and writhe.

I gasp breathlessly as my body comes down from the high and he pulls his hand away from me. He grabs me and spins me around swiftly, the move making my head dizzy as I look into his eyes. He doesn’t even look winded while I know I’m flushed and panting like a bitch in heat.

Before I can get my bearings, his arm shoots out and his fingers wrap around my throat. I let out a strangled whine as he tightens his grip before pulling me out of the kitchen, toward his room.

I stumble slightly, my legs trembling from the orgasm that shook me. He yanks me by my throat before effortlessly tossing me onto the bed. The movement stuns me but I’d be lying if I said his show of strength didn’t make my core clench a little. I stare up at him as he pulls his shirt over his head and drops his pants, revealing his long, hard cock. The harsh movement makes it bounce slightly against the hard lines of his stomach and I let out of small whimper as I take in his size.

He smirks as he catches my eye, “I’m going to make sure you never want another man after tonight.” I shake my head in response, too overwhelmed to formulate a response.

He’s on me a second later, grabbing my arms to lock them above my head in his hand as his body covers mine. His lips attach to my neck and I moan softly when I feel his teeth scrap my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel him mouth me harshly, in a way that I know will leave a deep bruise to show the world who owns me. I whimper softly and squirm against him, unsure if I should arch into him or away from him, not that he’s giving me much space to do either.

He pulls away slightly to run a free hand down my body, ghosting over my skin like I’m something precious he doesn’t want to break. But his next movement dispels that notion when he roughly spreads my legs and lands a stinging slap against my dripping pussy. A cry escapes from my lips as my body jolts sharply.

“Fuck, you’re dripping, you whore,” he growls before landing several more stinging slaps, hitting my clit with each one, the brutal pain combining with pleasure to make my head spin.

“Look at your puffy little pussy, swollen clit all sensitive huh?” He purrs softly into my ear as he harshly lands another sharp slap. I moan brokenly, trembling against him, my eyes fluttering shut.

I feel him shift above me and my eyes fly open when I feel his cock line up against my center. My gaze catches his and I watch as his lips curl into a cruel smile before his hips slam into place. My mouth opens in a wordless scream as his cock fills me and he sets a ruthless pace.

I arch my back against him, staring up at him with unfocused eyes as the pleasure mounts inside of me. His fingers are like bands around my wrist, keeping me pinned to the bed as he fucks me into the mattress.

“You’re fucking mine, you whore. I’m going to breed you and own every part of you. That’s what you need, huh? You need to be owned and controlled because that’s all stupid sluts like you want.” His voice is harsh, deep with possession and finality. I cry out and whine as my vision goes white and my body clenches for another time, my orgasm slamming into me with no mercy.

“Yes, yes, yes, I’m yours!” My voice is shrill and desperate as he unrelentingly forces my body into submission to him. His low groan fills my ears as I feel his thrusts stutter. “I’m going to mark you as mine inside and out,” he snarls as he throws his head back and slams into me one final time. I arch into him and feel his cock throb inside of me as he cums, filling me and claiming me as his.

His body collapses on me, pressing me into the bed under his warm weight. His hands release my wrists and I bring my arms up to wrap around his shoulders and pull him closer.

I giggle softly and let my lips brush against his ear, “Took you long enough to take what belongs to you.” He laughs with breathless incredulity in my ear. “Fuck, you’re amazing.”

[nhlclover]

TREACHEROUS LUKE HUGHES

pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

summary: this slope is treacherous, this path is reckless. this slope is treacherous and you like it.

warnings: loosely based on 'treacherous' by taylor swift, childhood friends to lovers, heated make out, luke & reader being awkward a little bit, appearances from jack, quinn, mark, and ethan

word count: 5.06k

notes: literally the longest thing i've ever written omg but i hope you guys enjoy!!

The summer sun blazed down on the lake house, casting bright rays onto the water and the worn-down wooden dock, where you and Luke sat side by side, your fingers inches apart but never touching. The shimmering lake stretched out before you, a mirror reflecting the clear blue sky and the occasional ripple from a passing boat. It was the familiar scene of your summers, but this summer felt different — more charged, more intense.

You and Luke had always been inseparable since childhood. The backyard games, the bike races down the hill, the late-night chats under the stars—those moments had forged a bond that felt unbreakable. But beneath the surface of that easy camaraderie, there had always been something more—a secret, unspoken longing that neither of you had dared to voice. As you both grew older, the simple crushes you had harboured blossomed into something more profound, but you both chose to keep those feelings hidden, afraid of ruining the one relationship that had always been your rock.

This summer, as you and Luke reunited at the lake house, the tension between you was palpable. The familiar comfort of your shared experiences was now tinged with a new, almost unbearable intensity. Every look you exchanged seemed to linger longer than usual, every touch felt more significant. The boundary between friendship and something more had become increasingly blurred, and it was becoming harder to ignore.

One morning, as you were in the kitchen making breakfast, Luke appeared in the doorway. His presence was as familiar as the morning sun, but today, there was something different in his eyes—an earnestness that made your heart race.

“Hey, wanna go on a boat ride with me?” he asked, his voice casual but with an undertone that you couldn’t quite place.

You glanced up from your toast, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, sure,” you replied, a slight smile tugging at your lips as you finished buttering your piece of toast. “Quinn and Jack coming?”

“No, no,” he said shaking his head, a small smile tugging on his lips. “Just me ‘n you.”

The simplicity of his offer was almost too loaded to process. You could feel the heat of the sun on your skin and the way the space between you seemed to shrink. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervous anticipation.

“Y-yeah sounds good,” you say. “Just let me finish breakfast and then I’ll go get ready.”

“Of course, take your time,” Luke said, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer before he turned and left the kitchen. You finished your breakfast in a daze, your mind racing with thoughts about the boat ride.

After breakfast, you quickly changed into your swimsuit, grabbing a hoodie from the pile of clothing that accumulated on the armchair in the corner of your room. You examined it quickly, realizing it was one of Luke’s Michigan hoodies that you had borrowed earlier in the week during a bonfire.

You found Luke waiting at the dock, the boat bobbing gently in the water. “Ready?” he asked, his voice steady as he helped you onto the boat.

“Yeah,” you replied, settling into one of the seats. The boat ride started out in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the hum of the engine and the lapping of water against the hull. As the boat moved further out onto the lake, Luke kept glancing at you, his eyes flicking from the water to your face as if he were trying to gauge your mood.

It wasn’t until you approached the tiny, rocky island, that you realized where Luke was taking you. It was the small island you’d found when just after Luke had gotten his boater’s licence. It had become your own little private oasis that the two of you would visit just to relax, using the privacy of the space to talk about whatever had been bothering you or whatever was on your mind.

Luke put the boat in neutral, allowing it to slowly float up to the rocky shore. He hopped out, steadying it before the bottom would scrape, then turned to you. "Hand me the anchor."

You obliged, tossing the towels to him first, then reaching for the small anchor. As you handed it over, Luke teased, “Not too heavy for you?”

You rolled your eyes behind your shades. “It’s like 13 pounds, Luke. Fuck off.”

He snorted, taking it from your hands and lodging it on a nearby rock. “Here, take my hand so you don’t fall on your face.” Luke said, extending his hand to help you down onto the shore.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, though Luke couldn’t see that behind your shades. You grabbed his hand, feeling the heat of the sun still clinging to his skin. As you hopped down, your foot slipped on the wet surface, and for a split second, you thought you were about to fall face-first into the water.

But Luke’s grip tightened, his other hand reaching out to catch you by the waist, steadying you before you could stumble any further. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he murmured, his voice soft, yet steady.

Your heart skipped a beat, and as you stood there for a moment, pressed against him, you could feel the tension thick between you. “Thanks,” you breathed out, stepping back once you found your balance, though the warmth of his hand lingered.

You moved to the towels Luke had tossed onto the sun-warmed rocks moments ago, straightening one out and lying on it, putting your arm over your eyes. Luke lingered by the boat a moment longer, watching you, his heart still pounding. He took a deep breath and sat beside you, staring out at the water, wondering how much longer he could pretend nothing had changed.

You sat in silence, the birds cawing in the air and the splashing water providing a nice background noise. Luke glanced over at your body lying just a foot away from him, your tanned skin glistening under the beating Michigan sun. Luke couldn’t take his eyes off of you. He felt dirty for staring at you like this; staring at your chest that was just barely covered by a teal bikini, rising and falling rhythmically as you breathed. Your stack of gold necklaces rested on your clavicle and Luke couldn’t fight off the thoughts about marking your collarbone with lovebites.

“I missed this,” you said suddenly, Luke snapping his head forward to focus on the water that lapped steadily against the shore.

He swallowed hard, trying to shake the heat that consumed him — not just from the sun, but from the way his mind was racing. “Missed what?”

“This,” you replied with a soft smile, lifting a hand to gesture around. “The lake, the sun, the quiet… just being here. It feels like nothing else matters for a while, you know?”

Luke let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He dared to glance over at you again, this time his eyes landing on your head — your eyes were still covered by your arm, but he had the perfect view of your plump lips, as well as the way the sunlight caught in your hair, making it shine like it was woven with gold.

Luke shifted uncomfortably, forcing his eyes to the water once again, trying to ignore the fire burning inside him. He wanted to say something — anything — to break the silence, but his mind was a mess, tangled with everything he’d been holding back for so long.

“I get that,” he finally managed, his voice quiet. “Feels like… everything else just disappears out here.”

You nodded, still lying back with your arm draped over your eyes. “Yeah, exactly. No distractions. Just us.”

The simplicity of your words hit him harder than he expected. “Just us.” Luke bit the inside of his cheek, knowing full well how dangerous those two words felt right now. He was suddenly acutely aware of how close you were — the soft rise and fall of your chest, the small space between your bodies.

You sat up, stretching your arms over your head, the movement catching Luke’s attention again. You glanced at him, your eyes hidden behind sunglasses but the tension was palpable. “You okay?”

Luke nodded a little too quickly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.”

“You sure?” You tilted your head, watching him curiously.

Luke’s eyes involuntarily traced your face, landing on your lips a moment longer. Your breath hitched, the air between you charged with something unspoken but very real. “Yeah… really good.”

And just like that, the distance between you vanished.

It happened fast, almost like you both decided at the same moment. One second you were staring at him, heart racing, and the next his lips were on yours, the kiss electric and urgent. You didn’t know who moved first, and you didn’t care.

All the years of restraint, of not crossing the line, melted away as your lips moved together. Your hands found Luke’s curls, tugging on them slightly which elicited a groan from him. You moved onto his lap, no longer oblivious to the physical toll you had taken on Luke. His hands hesitated at first, but then they slid down your sides, his touch searing. He traced down your ribcage, onto your waist, then finally settled on your ass.

The kiss deepened, both of you getting lost in the moment as the years of pent-up tension finally released in waves. You tugged on his roots, causing him to squeeze your ass tightly, a low grumbling coming from his throat. Your fingers untangled from his brown locks, tracing down Luke’s shoulders and onto his torso, feeling the curves of his abs under your fingertips. Luke shivered beneath you despite the burning sun that shone down.

You finally pulled back, the both of you gasping for air, your chests rising and falling rapidly. Your gaze dropped to his slightly swollen lips, then to his bare chest glistening in the sunlight. The intensity of the moment suddenly caught up to you — his hands still gripping your ass, his body warm and hard beneath yours. You realized the position you were in, straddling him, looking dishevelled as one of your bikini straps had slipped down your shoulder, exposing a deep tan line.

Luke’s eyes followed the movement, his pupils blown wide as he swallowed hard. The weight of everything you two had held back over the years came crashing down on him. His grip on your waist loosened, his hands hovering as he was unsure of what to do next. You felt the tension in the air shift, both of you realizing you’d crossed a line that you couldn’t un-cross, no matter how badly the two of you have wanted to all along.

“Oh, God,” you whispered, your eyes wide as you pulled back slightly. “What did we just do?”

Luke ran a hand through his hair, looking as freaked out as you felt. His cheeks were flushed, though you couldn’t tell if it was from the kiss or the heat. “I don’t know. I—” He looked down, then back at you. “Does this change everything?”

“I don’t know,” you admitted, your mind racing with all the implications of what just happened. “I…we should head back.”

You swung your leg back over Luke, standing up and quickly walking back towards the boat. You grabbed your hoodie and threw it on despite the heat, feeling like you needed to cover yourself, needing something to hide behind. Luke sat there for a moment longer, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched you retreat. He ran his hands over his face, trying to make sense of what happened, but the feeling of your body pressed against his lingered too heavily. His mind was a mess of excitement and confusion, with lingering sentiments of regret as he couldn’t help but feel that everything was screwed now. Luke stood up quickly, jogging to catch up to you, but the air between you was thick and awkward now.

The boat ride back to the lake house was silent, and the roar of the motor made it easy for neither of them to face the reality of the situation. You sat in the front hold, knees tucked to your chest, staring out at the water as it splashed against the sides of the boat, stray droplets hitting your skin. Luke sat in the driver's seat, gripping the wheel a little too tightly, sneaking glances at you every few seconds.

As the lake house came into view, you stood up quickly, ready to jump out as soon as you were close enough to the dock. Your heart was still racing, no longer from excitement, but from the overwhelming sense of reality that had come crashing down. All the unspoken tension, all the nights you spent wondering if this would ever happen, it had—too fast, too soon. You didn’t know how to face it, how to face Luke.

The second the boat docked, you jumped out onto the wooden pier, barely pausing to steady yourself. You grabbed the rope, helping Luke quickly tie up the boat, before starting up the dock towards the house.

Luke hopped out, following you closely. “Wait, can we talk for a sec?” he called after you, his voice shaky, filled with desperation.

But you were already halfway to the house, your footsteps quickening. “I…I need a minute, Luke,” you replied without turning around, feeling your chest tighten with the weight of everything.

Luke stood there for a moment, watching you disappear inside. His shoulders slumped in defeat as he ran a hand through his hair again, frustrated with himself. He knew that something had changed between you before this but now this was something that was going to be impossible to ignore.

Inside the house, you hurried up the stairs to your room, closing the door softly behind you before sinking onto the edge of the bed. Your heart was still pounding, not from the brisk walk you’d just done to escape Luke, but instead as you replayed the kiss in your head — how natural it had felt, how long you had waited for it, and yet how terrifying it was now that it had happened. You buried your face in your hands, trying to slow the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you.

As the sun set over the lake, the tension between you and Luke didn’t go unnoticed by the others at dinner. You didn’t sit in your normal spots next to each other, instead sitting at opposite ends of the table, avoiding eye contact, and only speaking when necessary. You kept in conversation with Mark, bringing up just about anything you could think of to avoid interacting with Luke. The energy felt heavy, and no one could ignore how different things seemed between you two.

After dinner, it didn’t take long for the others in the house to confront you and Luke about what had happened that afternoon. Luke found himself outside on the back porch with Quinn and Jack, while you were cornered inside playing pool with Mark and Ethan.

Quinn and Jack watched as their little brother swirled his glass over and over, the sound of the liquid sloshing and the crickets chirping being the only sounds around them. Quinn leaned back in his chair, studying his brother carefully. His bottom lip was bright red from how hard Luke had been chewing on it, his eyes unfocused on the glass in his hand. Luke, uncharacteristically, hadn’t said anything in about 10 minutes. Normally he’d find a way to get his two cents in during every conversation, but his silence was overwhelming

“Alright, what’s going on? You and y/n have been acting weird all evening.” Quinn finally asked, honestly a bit weirded out by his brother’s behaviour.

Jack chimed in, less tactful than Quinn. “Yeah, man, did something happen on the boat? You’ve both been all… tense since you came back.”

Luke snapped his eyes off his cup, and onto his brothers whose eyes were burrowing into him. He hesitated, running a hand through his messy curls, his heart still racing from earlier. He couldn’t seem to get it to slow down. “I, uh… I made a move.” Luke admitted quietly. “I kissed her, I mean… We, uh, kissed.”

Quinn raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jack, who smiled and nodded in approval at his brother. “Finally,” he grinned. “So… was it everything you’ve ever hoped for? Did it live up to your fantasies that you’ve been dreaming of since you were fifteen?”

Luke knew Jack was poking fun at him, but as he replayed the kiss in his head, he realized it was. “It was… intense,” Luke said, choosing his words carefully. “We were chatting and then I just kissed her. Her lips… it felt like there was nothing around us when I kissed her. But…”

Luke trailed off, sinking back into his chair as the events that immediately followed replayed in his head.

“But what?” Jack probed.

Luke sighed, feeling the weight of his doubts. “After we pulled apart, I freaked out. All I could think was that I’d just ruined everything between us. I like her a lot… but I didn’t think she felt the same. And… and now I’m worried our friendship is done.”

Quinn let out a little sigh, a small smile tugging on his lips at his little brother. “Look, if it came to that point, that the two of you got close enough to make out, then it means she probably feels the same way,” Quinn said, leaning forward in his chair. “You’re not going to ruin what you two have. I promise that your friendship is strong enough to survive this.”

Jack, more relaxed, shrugged. "Yeah, you clearly like each other. Just talk to her."

Inside, the sound of pool balls clacking loudly filled the air, and no conversation was exchanged between the three of them. Mark and Ethan exchanged silent looks that were traced with unspoken words, urging the other to break the ice and ask you about what had transpired on the boat. Finally, Ethan gave in to Mark’s coaxing stares.

“So uh,” Ethan started, drawing your eyes onto him. “You gonna tell us what the fuck happened on the boat?”

Your fingers stilled on the pool cue, hesitating as you glanced between him and Mark, who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. Your heart thudded uncomfortably in your chest. Mark and Ethan’s eyes bore into you, expecting answers you didn’t even have for yourself. The tension from earlier had followed you inside, wrapping around your chest like a vice.

You straightened up, brushing a hand through your hair as you tried to collect your thoughts. “I… I kissed him,” you admitted, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over you. “Or maybe he kissed me. I don’t know… it just happened.” You let out a sigh, biting your bottom lip.

Mark raised an eyebrow, nodding slowly. “Okay, you kissed, big fucking whoop,” he said, taking a step forward. “Explain to me, then, why are you both acting like someone just died?”

Ethan snorted, leaning his cue against the table. "Yeah, seriously. It’s not like anyone’s surprised. You’ve had this thing between you for… what? Years?"

But to you, it felt like something had. Not a person, but something sacred between you and Luke—something that had been built carefully over years of knowing one another. You had always skirted the edges of something more, but you’d never let yourselves tip over. Until today. And now everything felt fragile like the ground beneath your feet was unstable.

“It’s not that simple. Luke and I… I mean we’ve always been friends. We never crossed that line, even when it felt like we were close. And now… I don’t know. I feel like I messed it all up.”

Ethan scoffed. “Messed it up? You didn’t mess anything up. You guys finally did something that everyone’s been telling you to do for ages. Hell, it’s about time.”

Mark chimed in, his tone a bit more understanding. “Listen, I know it’s scary now that you think your friendship’s changed, but from what I’ve seen, I don’t think anything’s ruined. I think this is something you’ve both wanted for a while. You’ve always liked each other, even if you both pretended not to.”

You looked down, fingers tapping nervously against the side of the pool table. “What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” you whispered, voicing the fear that had been gnawing at you since the moment you left the boat. “I mean, I… I basically jumped on him. What if I made things awkward for him?”

Mark rolled his eyes, walking over to stand beside you. “Trust me, if Luke had a problem with it, he would’ve said something by now. You didn’t force anything. From what it sounds like, he was just as into it as you were.”

Ethan nodded in agreement. “Exactly. Don’t overthink it. He’s probably freaking out just as much as you are. Just talk to him.”

You sighed, knowing deep down that they were right, but the anxiety still clawed at your insides. “I don’t want to ruin our friendship,” you admitted quietly. “We’ve been close for so long… if this messes things up, I don’t know how I’ll deal with it.”

Ethan couldn’t help but roll his eyes. No matter how many times they reassured you that your friendship wouldn’t be ruined, it was clear that your anxieties were getting the best of you. “You won’t ruin anything. I’ve seen how Luke looks at you. That guy is all in, even if he doesn’t realize it yet.”

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, nibbling on it anxiously. As their words sunk in, you couldn’t help but glance toward the back door, where you knew Luke was with his brothers. The thought of confronting him, of actually talking about what had happened, still terrified you. But deep down, you knew it was the only way to move forward.

Mark and Ethan’s advice echoed in your mind: Talk to him. It was scary, but you couldn’t deny the spark that had ignited between you and Luke. Maybe, just maybe, there was something more waiting for you both on the other side of this conversation.

After the conversation wound down, you couldn't help but feel the lingering tension between you and Luke. Even though Mark and Ethan’s reassurances helped ease some of your worries, the knot of uncertainty in your chest remained. It gnawed at you, the same question echoing over and over in your mind: What if this changes everything?

As the house settled into its quiet evening rhythm and the sounds of conversations faded into the background, your thoughts were still consumed by that kiss — how everything had felt so right in the moment, yet so terrifying in its aftermath. You and Luke had always danced around the possibility of something more, but now that it had finally happened, the reality of it weighed heavy on you.

Later that night, sleep refused to come, your mind running wild with the events of the day. You lay there in the quiet of your room, replaying the kiss over and over again. Every brush of Luke’s lips against yours, every touch of his hands, the way his breath had quickened as he held you close. The intensity of it all made your heart race, but so did the fear that followed.

You glanced at the clock: it was well past midnight, but sleep was the last thing on your mind. Instead, your thoughts turned to the advice Mark and Ethan had given you. Talk to him, they said. But what if talking only made things worse? What if everything fell apart? Yet, despite the fear gnawing at you, one truth remained clear: you couldn’t ignore this. You couldn’t pretend the kiss hadn’t happened or that it hadn’t meant anything. You needed to talk to Luke.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed back the covers and swung your legs over the edge of the bed, your heart pounding as you quietly made your way to the door. The moment you turned the handle and pulled it open, you froze.

Luke stood there, his hand raised as if he was about to knock, his blue eyes wide in surprise. “Oh!” you gasped.

“I was just coming to talk to you,” he said, his voice soft and uncertain. “Can I come in?”

You nodded, stepping aside to let him in. The air between you felt heavy with anticipation, and as Luke entered, the awkward tension that had been present all evening seemed to follow. You both sat on the edge of the bed, keeping a small but noticeable distance between each other. The silence was deafening as you each tried to find the right words to start.

“So…” you started, breaking the tension. “About earlier.”

“Yeah,” Luke muttered, glancing at you before looking down again. “That was… intense.”

You let out a small laugh, though it was more out of nerves than humour. “Yeah. It was.”

Luke rubbed the back of his neck, looking like he was struggling to find the right words. “I’m sorry I freaked out. I didn’t mean for it to… you know, get weird.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, it wasn’t just you. I was freaking out too. I mean, we’ve been friends for so long, and I didn’t know if this would… ruin that.”

Luke’s eyes finally met yours, and there was something vulnerable in his gaze. “I thought the same thing. But… I think we’re making this more complicated than it needs to be.”

You fought a smile that was grappling to show, needing to hear Luke say it. “What do you mean?”

Luke swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “I want us to be more than friends. I’ve wanted it for a long time, but I didn’t think you felt the same. But after today…” He trailed off, his words hanging in the air.

“I do,” you whispered. “I’ve felt the same way for a while. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Relief washed over Luke’s face, and a small smile tugged at his lips. A matching smile formed on your lips as you thought for a moment. “How do we move forward? Like… as more than friends,” you asked.

“I think we just stay the same,” Luke shrugged. “Except now I can call you my girlfriend, and I can kiss you, and we can have sex.”

You laughed, feeling some of the tension melt away. “Is that all?”

“Yeah,” Luke replied with a grin, leaning closer. “Is that okay with you?”

Your breath hitched as the space between you shrank. “Yeah. It’s more than okay.”

Without another word, Luke leaned in, and this time, when your lips met, there was no hesitation. All the years of restraint, of not crossing the line, melted away as your hands found his curls, tugging them gently. A low groan escaped him as you moved into his lap, feeling the heat between you intensify. His hands slid down your body, resting on your waist before moving lower, gripping you as he pulled you closer. You could feel every inch of him beneath you, the warmth of his skin against yours. The world outside faded away, and all that mattered was the two of you, finally letting go of everything you’d been holding back.

The weight of the uncertainty that had been sitting between you all evening lifted, replaced by a dizzying sense of relief and excitement. Luke's hands gripped your hips firmly, grounding you in the moment. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, fast and erratic, matching the wild rhythm of your own. The connection between you had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it was tangible, electric, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

Luke’s lips moved against yours with a sense of urgency, wanting to taste every bit of you. His hands slid up your sides, fingers brushing your skin under your shirt, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You let out a soft sigh against his lips.

Pulling back slightly, you caught your breath as you both took a moment to come back to reality. Luke’s hands stayed on your waist, his thumbs gently brushing your skin, as if he didn’t want to let go.

“I can’t believe we waited this long,” Luke whispered, his breath warm against your lips.

You laughed softly, reaching up to his curls and gently running a hand through them. “I know, it feels kind of crazy, right?”

He chuckled, a low sound that sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. “We’re idiots. Could’ve saved ourselves a lot of trouble.”

You smiled, scanning his eyes. There was something different in them now—no more hesitation, no more uncertainty. Just Luke, as you had always known him, but also something more. “Better late than never, though,” you teased softly.

Luke's hands moved up to cup your face, his thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks. “You know, I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered. “I’ve wanted this for a long time. I just didn’t think you’d ever want me like that.”

You blinked, feeling your heart squeeze at his vulnerability. “Luke, I’ve always wanted you,” you admitted quietly, your voice shaking just slightly. “I just… I was scared.”

His gaze softened, and he leaned forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “I get it. I was scared too. But I’m not scared anymore.”

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood your chest at his words. “Me either,” you whispered, brushing your fingers through his curls. “I’m not scared anymore.”

The moment cooled down, and you both slipped into a comfortable silence, basking in the newfound closeness. You moved up the bed and under the covers, wrapping yourselves in each other’s arms. The steady rise and fall of Luke’s chest and the soft sound of crickets outside lulled you into a sense of peace. With his hand gently tracing up and down your side, you nodded off, feeling the weight of all the years and uncertainty melt away, leaving only the warmth of the present.

[taegimood]

kitty or shark hybrid tyun thoughts pleasepleasepleaseplease

i already had kitty tyun in the works so you read my mind but omg SHARK TYUN ???!!!! i know we literally just talked abt this on discord but i never thought abt how it would actually work… i’ve never thought about marine hybrids before 🤔 would he need water ??? reverse sandy cheeks LMFAO but no the predatory aspect mmmmm we should talk abt this later

edit this is longer and kind of turned into more of actual writing (??) than the soobin one ugh sorry i’m so inconsistent i’m ekwkndndkfk almost don’t even wanna post it BUT ANYWAY ,,,,,

next on my agenda: cat hybrid!taehyun !!

cat hybrid!taehyun with perky dark brown ears that nearly blend in with his hair, and a sleek tail to match. he’d be reserved when you first bring him home, but not shy or nervous like soobin; taehyun would be cool, collected, on his guard but in a way that lets you know he still sees himself as one in control.

at first it would seem like he really couldn’t care less about your presence in the apartment; quickly getting comfortable enough to make it his own, but apparently you weren’t included in that sentiment, judging from the way he’d just side-eye you before carrying on with whatever he was doing as his only form of acknowledgement every time you attempt an interaction 🫠

it makes you nervous; was this the right decision? will we ever form a bond? little do you know… muehuehue

you knew that cat hybrids were notoriously hit or miss in terms of how affectionate or independent they’d turn out to be, but i mean come on — taehyun acts as though he doesn’t even need you at all !!

imagine the first time you try to pet his ears, him flattening them and immediately swatting your hand away to shrink back with a scowl; the way your stomach would drop as you quickly start to apologize 😭 but he’s already stalking away into the next room like a grumpy grouch >:(

it’s not that taehyun hates you or anything, it’s just that he doesn’t like his personal space invaded — or at least, that’s what he thinks at first, but more on that later 👀

him hearing you crying in your room one night cuz you’re just so frustrated and sad :(( wanting to build a happy comfortable life for him but he’s not even letting you try and you don’t know what you’re doing wrong 🥺 that’s the first time he’d feel a little twinge in his chest, an unfamiliar emotion that he can’t quite place as he finds himself wanting to… comfort you? hmm.. he decides that he doesn’t like this strange new feeling and continues on to his room instead.

but the next day you’d be shocked when you’re on the couch and he actually comes and…. sits.. in the same.. room.. as you ???? someone call oprah ✋🏼

he’d silently situate himself in the armchair away from the couch, opening up his book an educated mf and starting to read without a single word as you sit there gaping at him like 👁️👄👁️ not having any clue that this is his way of offering a small bridge for the gap you’re even a little suspicious tbh LOL but you get so excited regardless and even though you try to hide it, his sharp senses are quick to notice the change in your demeanor.

also you keep glancing over at him like every 10 seconds so that’s kind of a giveaway in itself

after that you’d begin to notice little things that he’d start to do that make you realize you need to let him be the one to decide when to come to you, when you’re allowed to touch him, etc — and honestly you’re just grateful to be making progress.

you’d be on the phone with a friend one day when they start asking about your new hybrid, taehyun’s ears perking up from the kitchen; (you glance over to see his head poking out and his boba eyes sparkling with interest before he catches you looking and instantly scowls, feigning indifference as he disappears again 😭😭 your heart clenching at the cuteness..)

him listening intently as you talk about him, surprised as you even defend him when your friend makes a comment about the cat hybrid stereotypes — “he’s not ‘hellish’ in the slightest. he’s been very good. he just likes his space, that’s all.”

but his favorite part of all would be when they ask you about his breed, what he looks like, etc; his chest swelling with pride as he hears you talk about how handsome he is, how strong and lithe he seems to be, and he finds a purr escaping from his throat at the praise as you boast about him.

after that, even more progress seems to be made; like him randomly coming up to you one day with an extra bit of his food in hand as he places it in front of you and says, “i brought this for you.” and walking away again before you can respond 💀

with how put-together he always seems, you’re finally starting to see how cat-like he truly is the more he opens up to you ❤️‍🩹

he starts speaking to you more often too, his voice a pleasant surprise to you; smooth and even-toned, inducing a bit of a blush from you whenever there’s a slight rasp or purr caught at the end of a phrase.

he perplexes you at first with how blunt or monotoned he can be, but you learn to read him better as time goes on, learn to understand his subtle undertones, and each flick of his ears or swish of his tail.

you’ve also learned that he can be won over with certain treats and presents… which ends up leading to the mess you’ve found yourself in now.

when you decided to buy a bunch of catnip, thinking it would be nice to bake him some desserts with it every now and then, you didn’t think you’d have to go out of your way to hide the stuff. since you brought him home taehyun has never acted out much aside from the occasional swipe of something off the edge of the counter when he’s bored; but he never scratches up your furniture or makes a mess of the apartment, so imagine your shock when you come home from a late shift one night to find your kitchen absolutely ransacked.

drawers and cabinets thrown open and their contents scattered everywhere, kitchen towels shredded to bits, and for a minute you’re terrified that someone broke in or something.. until you realize what you’re looking at.

catnip is strewn EVERYWHERE.

the tub of it fallen open on the floor has you gaping as your eyes follow the trail of it, from the cabinet taehyun must have smelled it from, to where it then spilled across the counter, before being knocked to the floor and.. rolled in??

with a start you suddenly realize that it’s too quiet.

taehyun is never one to come and greet you at the door, but this time, something feels.. different.

which is why you nearly jump out of your skin when you turn to go and look for him, ready to call out his name, only to find him standing in the entrance of the kitchen already watching you.

he’s so quiet that you didn’t even hear him approach and you’re convinced that in another life he would’ve made a great vampire or something.. taehyun salvatore has a nice ring to it iykyk

“holy shit, kitty, you scared me! why are you lurking like that? what the hell happened in.. here...”

your voice trailing off as you actually take in the sight of him and….

taehyun’s chest rising and falling at a quicker rate than usual, normally neat hair all tousled out of place, tail swishing sharply back and forth behind him, ears twitching — you meet his eyes and swallow hard. he’s never looked at you like this before.

his pupils are blown wide and taking in every inch of you, roaming over your body before locking onto your gaze, as if he’s looking straight into you, hyper-focused; silent and still and.…

predatory.

there’s a crackling tension in the air as something flickers in his eyes.

before you can process the speed that he moves forward with you’re being pushed against the kitchen counter with his body flush against yours, radiating heat as he rolls his hips, rubbing his face into your neck as a deep, growl-like purr reverberates in your ear.

you gasp, thighs pressing together instinctively, his tongue licking a rough stripe up to your jaw as he growls, “whose scent is this?”, and you barely even have time to remember the new coworker that he must be smelling let alone the time to answer him before he’s mouthing at your neck, muttering, “doesn’t matter.. i’ll just have to scent you myself.”

his tail curls around your waist and you inhale at the slight prickle of his sharp canines as he smirks against your throat;

“have to let him know that you’re mine.”

you don’t know how you got here, bent over the kitchen table as your previously aloof hybrid pounds you from behind, licking and biting at your shoulder and neck as he purrs roughly in your ear, your pussy clenching hard around his thick cock as he tugs your hair to bring your head up into a scorching kiss; whatever insane energy high that catnip gave him was all being released onto you right now, and you really can’t complain.. nor can you even remember whatever guilt you may have felt since at this point he’s fucked it right out of you.

he’d be telling you how your scent belongs to him, how no one else can have you like this; this sudden possessiveness coming out of seemingly no where, baffling you with the whiplash of taehyun’s deeper feelings coming out.

(feelings that he honestly didn’t even realize he had himself until that catnip got him good)

he’d so be the type to act completely nonchalant about it all the next day, to the point where you’d just about convince yourself that you went crazy and dreamed it all up until he’d do something to show you that no, you definitely did not.

standing at the sink washing dishes after lunch, lost in your swirling thoughts, when he’d come up behind you to place his own dish in the sink — chest ghosting against your back as he leans in just close enough for you to feel his smirk against one of the many love bites littered across your neck. quickly turning to face him but he’s already walking away, casually and without another glance in your direction;

later you’d be tidying up the apartment when he’d walk by you and his tail would curl sneakily around your waist, trailing over your ass as he passes by..

but it’s the last straw for you when you’re sitting on a conference call and taehyun slinks into the room, eyeing your computer, and you can already see the wheels turning in his head at the sound of your male coworkers going over their part of an example presentation.

your eyes widen marginally as his narrow — lip curling as he quickly deduces that one of them must be yesterday’s icky scent culprit — and you give him a stern warning look that he only ignores with a sly smile as he approaches where you’re sitting, your breath catching in your throat as he suddenly gets on his knees between your legs, just out of sight of the camera.

you’re about to mute your mic and ask him what the hell he’s doing when you hear your name being called from the screen, quickly averting your attention to answer your coworker’s question, when you feel the tip of taehyun’s claw begin to trace up your inner thigh.. ohhh boy you’re done for.

you’d be panicking as he’d tease his way under your skirt, flipping it up to reveal your panties that he’d so easily push aside, your voice coming out in a squeak when you try to continue talking as he nuzzles his face into your cunt.

trying to deter him by pushing his head away, but that only spurs him on more at the feeling of your fingers brushing past his mischievously twitching ears; your coworkers asking you if everything’s alright as the sudden warmth of taehyun’s tongue against your pussy sends a rush of electricity through you in the form of a choked-out moan that you can only disguise as a cough.

having to sit through the rest of your meeting as your naughty hybrid meticulously eats you out, his shameless rumbling purrs sending vibrations through your core while he laves at your juices, smug eyes glittering up at you the entire time as you try your absolute hardest not to squirm and moan.

it’s so filthy, so obscene, and he’s got you so so close to the point where you have no choice but to feign sickness and quickly hang up the call with reddened cheeks and labored breaths.

but taehyun pulls away immediately and you give a sharp whine before you can stop yourself.

you can see the satisfaction in his eyes as he poorly feigns indifference poorly on purpose ofc and states, “i’m bored,” with a move to stand up — but you’ve had enough of his teasing.

“nuh uh,” you breathe, your hand in his hair pulling him back in with a surprised little trill as your need to cum overpowers your conscience.

“finish what you started.”

and he’s more than happy to oblige as that same flicker from last night returns to his eyes, yanking you towards his waiting mouth as he ravishes your pussy with even more vigor than before.

“taehyun, y-you’ve been such a… bad.. k-kitty…”

and he eats it right up, the both of you knowing who really seems to be in control here despite your scolding words as you lose yourself on his tongue.

coming apart easily not once but twice before he finally sits back on his heels, licking the wetness from his lips and observing your spent form in satisfaction;

from then on it’s decided that taehyun does like his new owner after all, quick to jealousy but even quicker to remind you that you’re his; who’s the real owner here, to be honest? 🤔

and he even comes to realize that - you know what? - curling up with you for cuddles and head scratches really isn’t so bad after all. he could definitely get used to this ❤️‍🩹

my dom!taehyun agenda knows no bounds i couldn’t stop myself womp

also this feels to me like it had a much different vibe from the soobin one as in like a lot less detailed even tho it’s longer…? idk but later i wanna post more than just one thing for each member anyway so

[merbear25]

Hello!! Can you do asking Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile who’s the prettiest girl in the world??

Hey, hello! So, I feel like this question can be interpreted in two ways: you wanting to be called a pretty girl, and you asking them like they’re a puppy… I came at it from the latter. Hope you like what I’ve written for you.💜💜

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, some fluff, smidge of humor

Who’s the prettiest girl? (Cross Guild)

Buggy

His face turned tomato red both from embarrassment and flattery.

The way his breath caught in his throat made him sound like a snorting bulldog.

The audacity of it all! He was a grown man, an intimidating man, an emperor!

His face twisted into a pout the longer you looked at him with absolutely no malice or ill intentions in your presence—just adoration for him.

Sinking into his armchair, he grumbled a bit. “I am…” he murmured.

“Hm? What was that?” You teased.

“I am!” He huffed loudly.

You threw your arms around him and gave him the cuddle he was secretly after upon confessing that he was, indeed, the prettiest girl.

Mihawk

He blinked at you.

When he took a bit longer to respond than you’d anticipated, you felt like shrinking into your skin as the awkwardness you were creating dawned on you.

“You are,” he said flatly.

Your lips quivered a bit and you let out a soft, “Aww.”

When you inched closer, he could tell what you wanted from that sweet look upon your face. 

He opened his arms and gave you that hug you clearly wanted.

As he rubbed your back gingerly, you blurted, “I am the prettiest!”

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

Crocodile

His posture tensed as your question fell on his ears. 

He looked up at you, annoyance written all over his scarred face. His tongue flicked at his cigar.

“Hope this isn’t your way of being cute.” There was a faint huff of amusement in the ridiculousness of your question.

Okay, maybe you caught him in a bad mood…well, worse than usual.

You’d always been a bit of a wild card in your own right, one to play with fire. He both loved and despised that about you.

An exasperated sigh left him when he realized you weren’t going to let it go. “Me.”

That was the best you were ever going to get out of him, so you gladly took it as a win.

[cuntdestroyer3000]

Closer

Tried to keep mood board inclusive, not meant to describe reader, just vibes of the fic dividers by @vg-k

Logan Howlett x f!mutant!reader

Summary: you’re a mutant with the ability to control blood, you use your powers to have some fun with Logan

Pure smut, minors dni!! established relationship, edging, Logan’s bratty and a masochist, sorta dom/sub dynamics (ur not the sub🤪), unprotected piv. No physical description of reader, no use of y/n. 1.4k words

Logan sat in the soft armchair, legs spread and head back, cigar smoke billowing from his mouth. His naked body was sweaty and spent. His chiseled chest rising and falling.

His cock was soft, resting on his sac and you eyed it with a smirk.

“I’m not done with you yet Logan.”

His eyes snapped up to where you laid on the bed, clad in a short satin nightgown, the back open to show off your bare ass.

“Don’t you ever get tired of torturing me?” He griped, but you could see the smile on his face, you could tell he wanted more, needed more.

“No.” You smiled sweetly and held up a hand, tracing imaginary lines over his body from where you sat, feeling the movement of his blood through his veins, the pumping arteries. He was so alive. You could feel his heartbeat get faster and faster as he anticipated what you were gonna do to him.

Logan breathed heavily as you began to manipulate his blood. He winced as he felt it begin to move by your hand but willed himself to sit still, his only giveaway his clenching fists.

Your smile was wicked as you moved a singular finger downwards, forcing his blood to travel right where you wanted it.

He huffed through his nose and his chest started to rise and fall more rapidly as his cock began to stiffen.

You keep moving his blood south, making him grow and harden. You loved seeing it happen, the way his cock got so big and hard; his proud length revealing itself with his arousal.

Logan let out a whimper as his cock hardened more and more. He fought to stay still in the chair and sucked in a shuddering breath before letting out a guttural, animalistic moan.

You pushed more blood into his manhood, just enough to make him painfully hard.

And sure enough, he gasped out a pathetic noise that sounded like a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Fuck!” He moaned and his hips jutted up instinctively, his cock bobbing back and forth with the movement.

You giggled as you watched him struggle. His head was thrown back again and he panted, the tip of his cock began to leak out precum.

“Aww Logan” you cooed mockingly, “Look at you.”

He glared at you, the look in his eyes a challenge.

You weren’t about to shrink away from it. You were all too familiar with Logan’s attitude, in fact it was one of your favorite things about him. With your powers, everyone was too scared to even look at you. But not him, he was always ready to push you, to test you. He’d never admit it but you knew he liked the power you held over him.

“What?” You purred, “You want more?”

“Fuck you.” He muttered and rolled his eyes.

Heat swirled within you. You knew what he was doing, why he was pushing you like this. You were all too familiar with the little game you two played.

“Is that really how you’re gonna talk to the woman who could explode your dick with a flick of her finger?”

He scoffed,

“Nah you wouldn’t bub. You like it too damn much.” He smirked and you couldn’t help but smile. He was such a smart ass. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

You just shrugged and focused on his blood once again. This time making it pump in and out of his cock, making him throb achingly.

Logan cried out, once again clenching the arms of the chair. His cock began leaking more.

“You should still be careful with the way you talk to me.” You kept your focus on his cock.

“I-ah fuck!” He moaned, unable to come up with a cheeky response this time.

His hips rolled and he threw his head back in ecstasy; you admired the way his cock moved as he let noises shamelessly rip from his throat.

You picked things up just a bit.

“I didn’t say you could touch yourself.” You snapped as Logan reached for his cock desperately.

He swore and grabbed the chair again, his eyes pleading with you.

You just eyed him hungrily and he gasped as you intensified the throbbing of his cock. He let out a guttural roar as his claws shot out, his body trembling.

“Ah-fuck” he failed to hide the whimper in his voice and his hips bucked up again.

You could feel the throbbing of his cock and your pussy grew wet with the complete control you held over him.

His hairy chest heaved, glistening with sweat. His teeth were gritted as he dug his claws into the chair, wrecking the wood.

“It hurts doesn’t it?” You asked softly and he grunted through his teeth, his muscles flexing. You could tell that it did, judging by how he moaned for you, you knew how much he liked the pain.

“I asked you a question Logan.” You murmured, your voice like velvet. You felt his cock throb of its own volition at the way his name rolled off your tongue.

“Mmmm yeah.” He gasped out and groaned when his manhood pulsed once again, not from anything in particular you did, but at how it felt for him to submit to you.

“You wanna cum, don’t you baby?”

You stood up off the bed and slowly walked over to him. Stroking a gentle hand down his face as he grew more and more flushed.

“I’ll let you fuck me right now, Logan. All you have to do is answer my question.”

He unsuccessfully held back a whimper as he looked up at you; panting, his expression wrecked.

Growing impatient, you made his cock throb especially hard and he let out a strangled moan.

“Fuck! Yes.” He gasped finally, “Fuck…please…I wanna cum. I wanna fucking cum, please.”

You smirked and let up your hold on him finally, making him gasp and slump over, shuddering in relief. It didn’t matter though, his cock was still impossibly hard.

He looked up at you again and you had just a few seconds to register the animalistic lust in his eyes before he shot out of his seat and grabbed you. Turning you around, he bent you over the bed and thrust into you hard, making you cry out.

You let go of your powers completely, relaxing into the mattress as you let him take you. Moaning through the devious smile plastered across your face.

Logan’s hips never faltered as he drove himself into you over and over again.

He speared you on his length. His hips slamming into you unforgivingly as he chased the release he had been needing so badly.

The head of his cock pounded that spot deep inside of you over and over and you fell off the edge almost immediately; crying out for him as you held onto the sheets for dear life. You could hear him grunting and panting behind you has he held you in place, almost feral in the way he was railing you.

He put his hand on the back of your neck, pushing your face into the mattress and gripping your hip with the other, his claws grazed your skin and tangled in your hair.

“Oh my god.” He moaned as your cunt squeezed him. His slicked up abs flexed as he thrust into you, fucking you like an animal.

He growled as he came, slamming into you as each spurt of cum shot into you, soaking your walls. You moaned as he filled you.

Logan panted and laid on top of you for a moment, letting his claws retract.

After a few seconds he wrapped an arm around your middle and hauled you up onto the bed before both of you collapsed on your side, spooning with his dick still inside of you.

You sighed and nuzzled into his big burly arms.

“Fuck…” He breathed as he buried his face in your hair, his cock twitched inside of you.

You smiled to yourself and slid him out of you as you turned over and cuddled against his chest.

You settled in and let yourself relax as he held you tightly, his overstimulated cock pressed against your sex. He held you impossibly close, as if you might get ripped away otherwise. He kissed and cradled your head against him in what could only be an act of devotion.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I watched X-men (2000) and i immediately wanted him moaning and whimpering what can I say??

Also pls use tags if you’re going to repost as it helps with post visibility🫶🫶

[flickering-chandelier]

To Love a Beast

Pairing: Mob Boss Azriel x Secretary Reader

Summary: Azriel comes back bloody from a job, and Reader is there to help stitch him up, even though he snapped at her and hurt her feelings earlier. Her gentle touch makes Azriel see her in a new light, until he can’t think of anything else. 

Based on this request! 🩷

Warnings: smut, blood, brief allusions to violence (guns & knives briefly mentioned), swearing, Azriel being an asshole 

Word Count: 3k

Azriel picked up his pistol and tucked it into his jacket, the last of a fully loaded arsenal hidden beneath his clothing. He could feel your eyes on him from your desk, the light illuminating the book on your lap, your pink dress nearly glowing in the dim light.

“Wait,” you said as he was about to leave. He turned back, surprised, as you stepped right up to him and straightened his jacket, your touch lingering just a little too long, your big doe eyes looking up at him from under your lashes. “You shouldn’t be going alone.”

He scoffed. “I can handle it,” he said gruffly. 

You put your hands on your hips, glaring up at him and Azriel almost laughed. “I’m serious. You don’t know what you’re walking into. It could be an ambush.”

Azriel leaned down menacingly, looking right into your eyes, the exact way he looked at the people he was about to kill. “Sweetheart, why don’t you stick to your job, and I’ll stick to mine, alright?”

Reeling back slightly like you had been physically attacked, you narrowed your eyes at him, clearly furious. “There’s no need to be a condescending jackass. Don’t you think I’ve been around this business long enough to know a thing or two?”

The short leash on Azriel’s temper was starting to slacken. “You’re the goddamn secretary. You don’t tell me what to do,” he barked.

“I’m not telling you what to do,” you said, a fire lighting in your eyes that he had never before seen. “I’m suggesting that if you don’t want to die, you should bring backup-”

“Enough,” he roared. 

You recoiled, shrinking back behind your desk. Tears brimmed your eyes as you said quietly, your voice cracking, “I was just trying to help. Believe it or not, some of us actually care if you come back alive or not.” And without another word, you walked past him, out the door. 

Azriel sighed, running a hand down his face, surprised by the slight twinge of guilt in his chest at your reaction. Great. Now he would have to deal with that in the morning.

Cursing, Azriel limped inside the dark office, holding the gash in his side with bloody knuckles. You had been right. The target knew he was coming, and had a whole gang of minions ready to attack Azriel. If he hadn’t been so damn good at his job, he’d be dead for sure.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when you peaked your head out from under the desk. 

“What the fuck. Why are you hiding under there?” he yelled.

“I forgot my book,” you said, your voice clearly edged with worry as your eyes trailed over him. “Looks like you ran into more than you bargained for.”

“What, you want me to tell you that you were right, and I was wrong?” he seethed through clenched teeth.

“It would be nice,” you mused, back to your normal self after he had snapped at you. He was thankful for that, at least. “Sit,” you said, nodding to the armchair. 

“Stop telling me what to do,” he snapped again, unable to reign in his temper.

You looked hurt for a moment before you masked it. “Fine. Bleed out, then.” 

As you turned toward the door, Azriel cursed under his breath and slumped into the chair. “Wait. Look, I’m sorry, okay?”

You paused, turning back to face him, your eyes narrowed as you studied him. “Thank you,” you said quietly, before pulling out the heavy duty first aid kit from the bottom drawer of your desk and turning the overhead lights on, illuminating the space, and the blood on him. 

Pulling up a chair next to him, you surveyed the injuries you could see. “What’s the worst of it?” you asked. 

Slowly, he pulled his hand away from his side, where he had been slashed with one of the cronies’ knives. 

“Shit,” you said quietly, standing up to gingerly help him out of his suit jacket. Then you stood in front of him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. He watched your fingers work in steady, sure movements. 

He noticed you swallow hard as your gaze raked down his exposed chest and a smug satisfaction coursed through him. In all the years that you had been working for his family, you had never been the one to help patch him up after a job. 

Gingerly, you started cleaning the gash with a damp towel, wiping the blood away so you could clearly see how deep the cut went. Azriel reigned in a hiss at the contact, clenching his fists, determined not to make a sound. “Doesn’t look too bad,” you said finally. “I think I should be able to patch it without any stitches.”

Azriel was thankful for that, thankful for how gentle your touch was, how soft your fingertips were as they moved with purpose across his skin. He was mesmerized, watching you work, your lips pursed, your brow furrowed in concentration. 

“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here after you walked out,” he said gruffly, needing to distract himself from your fingers before his mind wandered too far.

“I wouldn’t have walked out if you hadn’t scolded me like I’m a child,” you said with a certain bite to your voice he was not accustomed to, as you delicately taped gauze to his skin, sealing in the wound. 

“I wouldn’t have scolded you if you wouldn’t have acted like a little know it all,” he countered. 

You looked up at him then, that fire in your eyes burning brighter than he had ever seen it. It knocked the breath right out of his lungs. “I was right though, wasn’t I?” You said quietly, boldly raising your eyebrow in question. 

Heat ran right through him at that look in your eye, at the boldness that it took to speak to him that way. He found himself wondering how he had never noticed it before, how brave, how valuable you were. 

How beautiful you were, he thought, as his eyes trailed down from your big beautiful eyes, down your neck, your hair spilling down your shoulders, down to the tiny bit of cleavage poking out from your dress, your hips that the dress hugged just right, your long legs that were somehow folded in a ladylike position despite the task at hand. 

He cleared his throat suddenly. “Can you clean up the gash on my forehead? I don’t like getting blood in my eyes.”

You smiled at him, knowing that he was unwilling to acknowledge that you had won. It made him even more attracted to you. 

Azriel took a steadying breath as you left him alone for a moment to get another wet towel. When you came back you dabbed at the cut above his left eye, more gently than he would have thought possible. He watched your eyes, your lips, your throat as you worked. 

“I am glad you’re okay, you know,” you said so quietly he almost didn’t hear it.

Before he could stop himself, he reached out and caught your wrist in his hand, stilling your movements, forcing your gaze to meet his. “I’m sorry I made you cry,” he said as gently as he had ever said anything. “I never meant to hurt you.”

You swallowed, and Azriel’s eyes tracked the movement. “I didn’t think you cared,” you said quietly. 

He winced slightly. “To be honest with you, I didn’t think I did either… but, I do.”

Your eyes dipped to his lips for the slightest moment before you cleared your throat and pulled away slightly. Azriel let his hand drop from yours as you continued to clean the cut on his forehead. 

As he watched you, his gaze snagging on your lips, his mind wandered to all those years that you had been there, sitting at that desk, a steady presence, always there for whatever needed to be done. He had never noticed before how integral you were in his life, and he felt like the most foolish kind of asshole for never noticing how perfect you were. 

For years, he barely paid attention to you, and now he really felt like if he couldn’t kiss you, he might die. 

The two of you remained silent as you placed gauze on the cut, then surveyed him again, gingerly pulling his hand into your lap and cleaning his bloody knuckles. Your skin, the fabric of your dress, was so soft against his callused, scarred hand, and his fingers flexed where they rested in your lap. He marveled at how you took such care to be gentle, even after everything he had said and done that night. 

“There,” you said quietly, after his hands were clean, your eyes meeting his for the first time in several minutes. “All better.”

“Almost,” he smirked. “Still hurts like hell.”

“What, you want me to kiss it better?” You said sarcastically, smiling. 

Azriel raised his eyebrows. “I think that might help.”

You stilled, holding his gaze, and Azriel swore he could see the battle in your mind, whether to walk away or take him up on it just to be a smartass. He desperately hoped you would pick the latter. 

When he saw your eyes spark with challenge, he knew what you would do. 

Agonizingly slowly, you brought his hand up to your lips, not breaking eye contact with him. You pressed a feather light kiss across his knuckles, and the touch went all the way through him, tingling into his toes. 

“Where else does it hurt?” You asked, your voice barely above a whisper. 

He swallowed, then lightly ran his index finger along the cut on his forehead. 

You stood, your eyes locked on his as you slowly, gently placed your hands on both of his cheeks, tilting his face up before brushing a kiss to his forehead, your eyes fluttering closed for the briefest moment as your lips graced his skin. 

It took everything in him to keep his hands at his sides, to not grab your hips and pull you down on top of him. 

Pulling back to look at him again, you raised your eyebrow. A silent question. A new dance you were both learning the steps to in tandem.

He didn’t think he was breathing as he took your hand in his and guided it to the bandage on his abdomen. 

Your eyes sparked again as you sank to your knees in front of him. He felt his need for you growing at the sight, at the thought of what else you could be doing on your knees like that. 

You looked up at him from under your lashes, as you leaned forward, kissing a line across the bandage and over his skin. 

He caught your chin as you moved to pull away, guiding you back to him. You smiled faintly before dropping your eyes to his chest, peppering light kisses across his abs. 

After you pulled away, you stayed on your knees, looking up at him expectantly. 

Azriel frankly thought that he had been showing remarkable restraint up until this point, and he didn’t think he could handle it anymore. Your name came out as a growl as he took your face in his hands and pulled you up, settling you on his lap, straddling him, before he brought your mouth to his. 

Immediately you melted into him, pressing your body fully against his. One of Azriel’s hands slid down to your waist, the other coming behind your neck, lightly stroking his thumb down, making you shiver. 

You wound your hands into his hair, groaning into his mouth, and he couldn’t stop his hips from bucking up into yours, his hand trailing down to grip your ass lightly through your dress for a moment, before moving back down to your thigh, sneaking up underneath your dress, his thumb tracing the edge of your panties. 

“Azriel,” you moaned, throwing your head back, and he immediately moved his lips to your neck, kissing gently before nipping with his teeth. You gasped, tightening your grip on his hair and he groaned into your skin. 

Gently, he wrapped a hand around your throat, capturing your lips with his, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he continued tracing the outline of your underwear.

You began to rock your hips against him, and he couldn't take it anymore, had never wanted anybody so badly in his life. 

He tugged your panties to the side, running his thumb along your entrance. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You're so wet for me, sweetheart.”

Whimpering, your head slumped forward, resting on his shoulder as he slowly slid a finger into you. You dug your fingers into his biceps, moving against his hand.

“You want more, baby?” He murmured, his mouth at your ear. 

You nodded into his shoulder.

“I'm going to need you to say it,” he teased, grazing his teeth down your neck.

Groaning, your face still buried in his neck, you said quietly into his skin, “I want more.”

“That's my girl,” he said, smacking your ass as he slid another finger inside you, quickly pumping in and out.

You practically screamed when he curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. You finally held your head up, grabbing his wrist, looking at him with wide, lust filled eyes. “If you don't stop, I'm gonna--”

Azriel smirked, not slowing his rhythm. “Come? You're gonna come for me?”

Biting your lip, you didn't respond.

“It's okay baby, you can come. That's what you want, isn't it?” He said sweetly.

You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. 

He took your throat in his hand again, forcing you to look at him. “Look at me when I make you come,” he growled.

And that was enough to send you over the edge. You did as you were told, looking right into his eyes as you screamed. He helped you through it, not stopping his movements until you were slumped against him.

He gently ran his hands through your hair, soothingly down your back as you caught your breath.

When you looked back up at him expectantly, his heart swelled. “You ready to call it a night?” He asked.

You smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “Absolutely not.”

“Good,” he smirked, standing up and taking you with him, his arms wrapped around your waist, carrying you like it was nothing. You shrieked as he picked you up and giggled when he strode across the room and set you on the desk. 

You parted your legs and he stepped in between them, sliding your sleeves down your shoulders, pushing your dress all the way down to your waist. “So fucking beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed down your neck, unhooking your bra and throwing it to the floor. 

Clinging to his bare shoulders, you were gasping as he took your breasts in his hands, circling your nipple with his thumb.

Suddenly, he pulled you off the desk so you were standing, and pushed your dress down, making it fall to the floor, before ripping your panties in half, and dropping to his knees in front of you. 

“Azriel,” you gasped.

“Sorry,” he said, smirking up at you, his mouth barely an inch from where he needed it to be. “I’ll buy you new ones.”

And then he was tasting you, tasting the proof of how badly you wanted him and you were moaning, leaning against the desk to keep yourself upright, your hands weaving into his hair again, pushing him deeper into you. He groaned, wrapping his hands around the backs of your knees, grounding himself. 

He chuckled against you when you started squirming, your legs shaking, little whines coming out from the back of your throat.

When the strain of his length against his pants became unbearable, he stood up abruptly and you looked up at him with wide eyes before he kissed you roughly, lifting you to sit on the desk again.

He reveled in the pure lust that clouded your eyes as he undid his belt and dropped his pants to the ground in one swift movement. 

You were immediately reaching for him, pulling his chest to yours, and he watched your eyes widen, your mouth fall open, as he slid inside you in one powerful thrust.

He thought he should probably wait, to give you just a moment to adjust to him, but then you gasped, your mouth against his ear, “More.”

A growl escaped from his throat and without another moment of hesitation, he was pounding into you, your moans and gasps ricocheting off the walls, spurring him on further.

“I thought I told you to stop telling me what to do,” he smirked.

“I'll stop telling you what to do when I stop being right,” you smiled.

Azriel burst out laughing, right there in the middle of the office, buried deep inside you. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed at all.

He marveled at you, this beautiful, brilliant, funny woman, and suddenly could hardly remember a time when he wasn't head over heels for you.

Leaning his forehead against yours for a moment, kissing your lips, he said, “You're incredible, you know that?”

You cupped his cheek with a hand, smiling. “It's about time you figured it out, boss.”

He groaned, leaning back and wrapping your hair around his fist, pulling down gently to expose your neck, to watch your every reaction as he thrusted into you again and again.

It wasn't long until he was close, and he could tell from your panting, your shaking legs, that you were close too.

“Are you going to come for me again?” He murmured, still holding your hair. You nodded, and he pressed on, speeding up his pace. “Yeah? You're gonna be a good girl and come for me?”

You moaned and he smirked, his hips moving in increasingly jerky movements until you tightened around him, crying out, clinging to him.

He came right after, burying his face in your neck and riding out the high with you.

Azriel cupped your face in his hands and kissed you softly. You smiled at him as he pulled on his boxers, then he helped you get dressed, smirking as you picked up the ruined underwear.

“You just had to rip them off, didn't you?” You teased, tossing them at him. 

He shrugged, straightening one of your sleeves. “Maybe you should learn your lesson and not wear any next time.” 

“To work?” 

“My place,” he smirked, taking your hand and pulling your body into his before he kissed you again. “I'll make dinner, tell you how smart and beautiful you are, and then rip your clothes off.”

You smiled, glancing down at your hand interlocked with his before meeting his eyes again. “Sounds like a plan.”

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[holylulusworld]

Sewer Rat (1)

Summary: He broke your heart. Now he must pay for it.

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, former Mobster!Tony Stark x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, scared reader, Bucky is scary as shit, mentions of a breakup, Tony is the worst in this (sorry), mentions of groping

Sewer rat masterlist

He leans back in his expensive leather armchair, one leg crossed over the other. The kingpin of his own castle of blood, fear, and power smirks at you because you hit the bottom.

Coming here was your last resort, and you’ll do anything he wants.

He knows it. You know it. His men aiming their guns at you know it.

James Buchanan Barnes. Cold-hearted and calculating boss of the most feared organization in town. Well, except the one your boyfriend leads—or rather ex-boyfriend.

“What can I do for you, doll?” He clings his pinky ring against the glass filled with the most expensive whiskey a man can buy for money. Bucky watches you with those cold steel-blue eyes, making you shrink into yourself.

“I—” Your voice cracks. “I need your help.” You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. “I think you already heard what happened.”

“Oh, that—” He smirks while his eyes are glued to your trembling lips. Bucky enjoys your predicament; you’re sure about it. “It spread like wildfire that you are no longer Tony Stark’s arm candy, doll.”

“I wasn’t his...” you trail off. Bucky is right. After what happened a few hours ago, you know you were never more than a body he could use. A pretty thing to dress up and show off to his friends and allies.

Bucky takes a small sip of his drink, humming as the amber liquid burns on his tongue just right. “You were only his pretty doll to play with,” he insists as you drop your gaze and nod. Beggars can’t be choosers, so you’ll just let Bucky throw everything he wants your way. “Now that he’s done playing, he tossed you onto the street.”

“Mr. Barnes,” you say, and take one step toward Bucky, causing his men to unlock their guns. Your body goes stiff, and you hastily lift your hands in the air. “I-I…” You whimper in fear.

“Guys, relax,” Bucky laughs. “We checked her on weapons, didn’t we?” He quirks a brow and looks in Steve’s direction.”

“Rumlow did,” Steve replies, and goes back to watching your every move.

“Hmm…yeah,” Rumlow replies. He licks his lips as you drop your gaze. “She was soft and warm but not armed, boss.”

Bucky makes a face but doesn’t say a thing. Rumlow can get a bit handsy when it comes to pretty ladies. He doesn’t blame him, though. “So, no weapons, gentlemen. Please relax and secure your guns. I’d hate to shed her blood.”

“Got it, boss,” the men murmured in unison and secured their guns. “What are our orders?”

They expectantly look at Bucky, awaiting his orders. He leans forward, eyes glued to your exposed legs. Bucky licks his lips before he washes the taste of victory down with the rest of his whiskey.

“I want her to tell me what happened tonight,” he smirks and winks at you. “Come on, doll. Amuse me.”

“He kicked me out,” you stubbornly glare at Bucky. He’s enjoying this a little too much. “You already know that, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky’s features darken. He slowly rises from his seat to stalk toward you. Bucky grips your face with his metal hand, making you whimper in fear.

“If I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me. Tell me every little detail, Y/N.” He leans closer to breathe in your face. You can smell the alcohol he drank and his cologne.

“He told me to leave, believing I am cheating on him,” you splutter without thinking twice. If Bucky wants to know every detail, you’ll give him the full heartbreak experience. “I tried to tell him that it’s not true, but Tony wouldn’t listen. He saw me with an old friend and assumed the worst. That old friend is in town to get married. He asked me to meet up with him to catch up. I used to work at the library with him.”

“What else?” He whispers in your ear, almost gently. If not for his metal hand holding your chin in a tight grip, you’d believe he’s a gentle man wanting to flirt with you. “Doll. I want to know everything.”

You sniffle. It’s so hurtful to repeat the words Tony threw at you after he dragged you out of the showers. Not half an hour ago you made love, and then he kicked you out of his life.

“Please don’t make me say it.”

“I want to hear everything, or you can go out there and try your luck,” Bucky growls in your ear. “I’m waiting. Time is running out on you.”

“He called me a sewer rat, and that he regrets bringing me into his life,” you choke out a sob, remembering the hatred in Tony’s voice. “He said that it would’ve been if he left me out there for dying.”

“And he just did that, didn’t he?” Bucky steps away. His hand drops from your chin as you look at him with watery eyes.

He’s not wrong. Tony pushed you out of his house in nothing but a towel. You barely had the time to grab your bathrobe before you ended up on the sidewalk in front of his house.

Bucky’s eyes drop to your bare feet. Now dirty and full of blisters. You had to walk toward the next house, begging them to allow you to call someone for help.

None of your so-called friends answered. Suddenly you were dead to them. You left the house, sitting on the sidewalk, until a black SUV stopped right next to you. Calling Bucky to beg him for help was your last resort. You remember his number because Tony saved it under “the devil.”.

“So, you came here to ask me for help?” Bucky laughs in your face, but you can’t find your situation funny. “You got that I’m your sugar daddy’s enemy.” He quirks a brow when you stubbornly lift your chin and glare his way.

You square your jaw before you nod. “I know you hate each other and that you’d love to take over his empire.” You smirk now as you get something out of the pocket of your bathrobe. “If you promise to help me get revenge on him, I’ll help you bring him down.”

You throw Tony’s little black book in Bucky’s lap. “What’s that?”

“A list of people he pays to look the other way,” you take a careful step toward Bucky. “This is a pledge of our confidence, and such a pledge is justified only if you do your part too. If so, I can help you bring him down.”

“How?” Bucky smirks as he thumbs through the little black book. “You were his bed bunny, not his right-hand man.”

“Oh, didn’t you know that men love to talk about business in bed? During sex, after, or while I suck them off?” You snap at Bucky. “Tony is very talkative, close to an orgasm, or after. All men are.”

“You’re a little vixen, huh?” Bucky seems to be amused, but his mind is running a mile in a minute. If you know more about Tony’s business, Bucky could easily take one of his biggest enemies down. “What do you want in return?”

“You will protect me until I’m back on my feet. I’ll need a little money to leave town and start anew somewhere far away from here. Whatever you do to Tony, I don’t care because I won’t be around when it happens.”

Bucky looks at the little black book again. He heard about it through the grapevine. Tony Stark is an old-fashioned man in many ways. He loves technology but doesn’t trust it enough to save his contacts on his computer.

“If you can deliver me more information, you’ve got yourself a deal, doll,” he holds out his hand, smirking as you reluctantly shake it. “Steve, make sure that Natasha gets my new informant new clothes and toiletries. Rumlow, tell the maid to prepare the guestroom next to my bedroom. Y/N and I have a lot to discuss, gentlemen. Please leave us alone now.”

The men leave the room without a second glance. Only Steve, Bucky’s best friend since childhood and the most trusted man, stays put.

He watches you with interest as you stand next to his friend. Lion with its prey. Steve thinks to himself. He pities you because you have no clue what you got yourself into.

Part 2

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[fancyfeathers]

Always Prey But Never A Bird

Based on the Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling series

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You cannot remember the last time you walked down the hallways of Wayne Manor, your last few months here were something you would rather not remember. There was a heavy silence in the hallway as you walked down the hallway, sandwiched between Tim and Damian, Tim looked like he could not quite look you in the eye, as if there was a heavy guilt weighing on his chest, meanwhile Damian just looked angry, a familiar look to you though something was something about it was slightly different, you could not quite place it. You could practically feel your father’s eyes staring at the back of your head, it made you want to shrink into yourself, you knew he was certainly cross with you. You could not see the looks on Stephanie’s and Cassandra’s faces, they were just ahead of you, but you could just imagine the look of disappointment upon both of their faces.

You stepped into the family room behind your older sisters, you could see Jason glaring down at your male friend, Henbane, who has been tossed into an armchair in the corner while Dick was standing next to where Clove sat on a couch, rubbing her shoulder as she sobbed, clearly something snapped inside of her when she was standing in your defense, something from her past no doubt but you had no idea of what that could be, she was a sensitive soul deep down and terrified to lose what she had now because of what she lost before, terrified of the silence loneliness brought. You had tried to step towards Clove, to try to calm her down, but a strong hand grabbed your arm, just above your elbow. You turned your head to look at Damian just as he led you to a couch across the room from your friends and pushed you to it, forcing you to sit. You stumbled onto the couch and sat upon the edge, not allowing yourself to relax in the place where you once held captive. No one sat alongside you, but instead they all stood before you, Damian leaned against the armrest of the couch you sat on as if he was silently guardian you, making sure you did not run, while Bruce took a knee in front of you, looking you dead in the eyes as whe you tried to look down as if to hang your head in the shame they inflicted upon you.

“You knew we were trying to protect you, why would you do this to yourself-

“You blackmailed my mother, took away my friendships, my relationships, they were all gone because of you all! Hell, the last two months and a half I was here I don’t think I was allowed out of my room, though correct me if I am wrong but I do not think I am.” You cut your father off and tried to stand up, but unfortunately for you, you had failed to notice that Damian has moved behind you the moment you had started yelling at your father, he grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you back so your back was pressed against the back of the couch and your head bumped against his abdomen, his hands holding you down with a vice grip, acting like chains. You turned your head around at Damian, scowling at your older brother by a year and a half or so. “You just prove my point, Damian.”

“Do we need to remind you of your choice of friends and boyfriend?” you heard Jason question you from across the room, a rhetorical question, his voice beginning to fill with venom at your attitude you were giving them. He stepped towards you just close enough so you could feel his deep voice reverberate through the room and your body. “Your friends and your so-called boyfriend, defaced Damian’s locker in high school, they insulted him and threatened him, threatened our family-”

“From what I remember, Damian threatened him first, nearly giving him a concussion.” You snapped back at Jason, cutting him off as he recalled the time you were in high school and you managed to have a bit of freedom during the school day to be with your friends and how they did not exactly like your older brother, found him off and certainly did not like the way he treated you like a child. “Besides they were worried about me-”

“Worried my ass, most of them could be linked to the Court of Owls!”

“They are members, Todd.” Damian added in after Jason cut you off, you felt Damian’s grip tighten on your shoulders, his fingers digging into your shoulders making you wince in slight and sudden pain. “I am certain of it.”

“Wait, the Court of Owls exist?” Clove’s current panicked state only slightly paused at the mention of the myth that is whispered on the streets of Gotham.

“No they don’t, Clove. They are just looking to put a label on any threat they see, even if it is only in their minds.” You answered your friend before anyone else could, making their points seem even slightly reasonable. “My boyfriend was a great person when we were dating, they just didn’t like him because he was dating me and cared for me.”

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“Why did you break up then?” Henbane asked as Alfred walked into the room with an ice pack for your friend’s arm from when he was slammed into the driveway by your father, Alfred gave you a solemn smile and nod. But Henbane’s question really did make you think…

“We… we never did…” a deep guilt built in your chest and your head fell into your hands as you thought about the time you spent together. Gabriel was so good to you, you knew he would have married you if you had stayed, he gave you everything you would have ever wanted. “Oh god I feel horrible.”

“Didn’t you give him your virginity or something?” Clove’s question was simple but instead it sparked an uproar, you did tell your friends that you did have sex with him, just a quick mention really during your meeting this morning.

“You did what?!” Tim’s voice shouted at you, his head turning between you and Clove who now looked terrified at the sudden enraged reaction from your former family. “You told us that you didn’t go all the way with him!”

“I lied.”

“Yes you did and now you are grounded-”

“I don’t even live here anymore, you… you don’t know where I live… I am an adult.” You spoke up against your father for the first time in what feels like forever. You reached up a hand and grabbed Damian’s hand, prying it off your shoulder before you shook him away as you stood up. “I was going to share our work with you if what Talia said was true but you know I don’t think I will.”

“You act like a child while you call yourself an adult.”

“And you all call yourselves heroes when you should be in Arkham Asylum.” You cut off Dick and shoved him away when he stepped up after your outburst and insult towards them all. His eyes went wide as he stumbled back a few steps, he was surprised at your change in your strength from the muscle you built up over the years. “I can’t even-”

“Little love?”

There was a voice that made the whole room fall silent the moment she was heard in the doorway. The breath stopped in your throat as that gentle voice rang in your ears, sounding like she was about to cry. You had to force your head to turn towards the doorway and the air truely left your lungs as you saw your mother standing there in the doorway, clearly having woken up recently as she was just in her yellow nightgown and white dressing robe. Her eyes were wide and her lips were agape as she just looked at you. You just took a step towards her and she did not skip a beat before she ran towards you, enveloping her in her arms, pulling you tight to her, and for once you did not mind the fact that you were someone’s child, because you would always be her little baby girl, her little love, it did not matter if you were taller than her now.

“Oh my baby…” She pulled away from you, her hands coming to rest on your cheeks, brushing your hair out of your face as she gave you that sort of melancholy smile as tears built up in the corners of her eyes. “Look how big you’ve gotten, you’re beautiful.”

“Thank you, mom.” you choked up a sob and took a deep breath in to keep it from slipping out from your throat. Your eyes looked away, terrified to say goodbye because you do not know when or if you would see her again. Your hands came up to grab hers and pull them away from your face, and that is when she realized what you were thinking as she looked over to your friends who were standing up as your family just stared at you both.

“Take care of my baby, please.” she asked Henbane as his hand came to rest on your shoulder, starting to lead you back outside as this was a failed visit on the alliance side of things but not in the personal aspect.

“We will, ma’am.” Henbane answered her as he slapped Clove on the shoulder as she walked past him. “But Clove here is her real protector here, taking a bullet for her on patrol a few months ago.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t mention the fact I got shot at in front of my father.” you gave your sarcastic suggestion to your friend which resulted in a nervous laugh from both of your friends and Clove picked up her pace, nearly running down the hall which made you do a double take on her before quickly running after her. “Hey! Wait, you have my bike keys! Clove! Hey, I am not taking Henbane on my bike!”

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You all were currently hanging out in the living space part of the warehouse, Nettle had his legs propped up on Clove as he sat on the couch while she was sitting on the ground and playing around with a knife, Henbane and Foxglove were watching a movie. Meanwhile, you were sitting on top of a crate, fidgeting with a throwing knife, something Henbane taught you how to use, but you certainly aren't gonna question where he learned.

You were pulled from your thoughts when the garage door to the warehouse opened, and you all looked up to see a car pulling up into the warehouse by the motor bikes, it was a really nice cr and in some aspects it reminded you of of the ones the Bats had, clearly armored if you looked but this one was more discrete, you jumped down from the create as you saw the door open and out stepped the familiar face of Mr. Mark Austen. He was a pretty young man for a man of his wealth, late twenties, brown hair and eyes, freckles, and he wore a pastel blue vest and pink tie, you knew he was a father to his little sister since their parents passed away and she often picked his outfits and it was clear it was one of those days at the moment. 

“I come bearing gifts for you all.” He closed the car door while gesturing to the black vehicle, making it clear that it was for your use. “Well this is for Foxglove, Henbane, and Nettle, since they can’t use the bikes.”

“So… we have some news.” Foxglove spoke to Mr. Austen waved him over instead of greeting him or thanking him for his insanely expensive gift.

“I am not going to like this, aren’t I?”

“No you are not.”

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You left for patrol early, leaving the others to get Mr. Austen filled on what happened at the docks and manor since they knew just as much as you did. Well you told them that you were going out patrol, but if you were going on patrol then you would not have turned off the commlinks but you did. You had taken your bike down to the Historic District of Gotham, down by the Union Station.

There was someone you needed to see.

You had to scale a building to reach the top floor which was your destination. You peered into the windows as you stood on the windowsill, it was a penthouse, one you were familiar with from the few visits you managed to make without your father noticing. You spotted a young man sitting at a desk, looking into his bedroom which was kept in neat order, just like you remembered. He had short blonde hair with a nice wave to it and the brightest blue eyes you have ever seen. You took a deep breath for extra courage and knocked on the glass of the window which made him jump before he turned his head to see you standing there. He stared for a long moment, his eyes darting between you and the bedroom door, but instead he decided to slowly walk towards you and took a leap of faith before opening his window, letting you inside.

“Songbird… right?” He asked, sounding slightly nervous about the fact that a vigilante had just appeared at his window. “May I help you?”

“Please, don’t call me that. The press gave me that name and it just ticks me off.”

“Then what should I call you?”

“By my name.” You took a deep breath in and out before peeling your mask away from your skin and you looked him dead in the eye, watching his expression turn into one of pure and utter shock, as if he had just seen a ghost. “Hi Gabriel.”

Your boyfriend looked like he was about to cry at the very sight of you, you could see his chest rise and fall with uneven breaths. Instead of trying to say something he just stumbled forward and embraced you, his arms wrapping around your waist and his head coming to rest between your shoulder and neck, his breath in your ear and his cheek pressing against your own as his fingertips trailed up your spine. Unlike your mother who you reunited with earlier today, he let himself sob as he held onto you and you held onto him, your bodies collapsing onto the floor together. You held him as he cried and you looked around the room, nothing has changed since high school minus the bedding and carpet, a more mature and refined taste taking hold, as if he was not those things before, he took you out to a five star restaurant for your very first date and then took you here to meet his parents. Your eyes looked to the full sized mirror he had hanging on the wall between his bathroom door and the door to his walk in closet, the border of the mirror was lined with photos, old polaroids from high school, photos of you and him together, some of you, you two had hung those photos together on a date once, you remember you had bribed Kate Kane to sneak you out to do be with him, promising her a girl’s night with her. Your eyes darted around the room, falling to his nightstand next, there was a framed photo of you and him at your graduation on it along with a candle that was aflame and a bouquet of flowers, forget-me-nots, white roses, and white lilies, all flowers of mourning.

Just as you felt him slip away, the door to his room swung open and there you saw his parents standing there, Mr. Christiel and Mrs. Christiel, both were quite fond of you, they even talked about you marrying Gabriel one day, not to mention his mother’s friendship with your own.their son’s crying must have alerted them, but their shocked faces at the sight of you told you this was not what they expected to find.

“Oh my god…”

“Sorry for the surprise visit.” You gave them a smile, speaking after the words of shock escaped Mrs. Christiel lips. You stood up from the ground along with Gabirel, him keeping a hand on the small of your back, you gave them a nervous laugh and wave before Mrs. Christiel ran towards you, squeezing you in her embrace, she was a very tall woman so when she pressed you to herself, she pressed you to her chest in the sort of way a mother would cradle their baby’s head.

“We thought you were dead, my dear.” She spoke as she let you breathe, taking a step back to take your appearance in, which slowly turned into one of confusion as she met your eyes. “You are Songbird?”

“Sort of… the press gave me that name but it’s not… it’s not me.”

“Well I think it suits you beautifully.” Mr. Christiel chimed in, stepping forward from the doorway and resting a hand atop his wife’s shoulder. “After all, you used to make our boy sing with joy.”

“You’re too kind, Mr. Christiel.”

“He does not have the heart you do, little nightingale.” Mrs. Christiel said, reaching out her silk covered hand to run her thumb across your bottom lip, a strange sign of affection but you did notice the small amount of your dried blood that smeared across the white silk as her hand came to rest upon her husband’s chest. “Well we had a meeting tonight, but we can explain your absence Gabriel. After all, you two have some catching up to do.”

“Oh no, I can come back if you need him there, Mrs. Christiel-”

“Nonsense, his absence will be completely explainable.” the wealthy woman insisted, waving your concern off. “You two deserve some time alone together for your fated reunion.”

“What if we bring her with us, mother?” Gabriel suggested, making both of his parent’s heads turn to him. “I am sure they would be ecstatic to know she is alive-”

“No, my lovey, this is your time, you shouldn’t have to share it after all this time.” his mother reached out and patted her son’s hand affectionately before taking her husband’s arm as he led her out the door. “Have fun you two, don’t be too rough, we wouldn’t want our Songbird missing her patrols.”

You two stood there, red faced and in stunned silence. You heard the front door of the penthouse open and close, the one that leads to the elevator foyer. It is then when you knew you were both alone that you looked at him and smiled. “I’m sorry for not telling you I was alive… it wasn’t safe for me to say so yet.”

“And it is now?”

“Safer for me personally, but that’s only because there are no more consequences for telling you now that those said consequences have already been put into motion.”

“Angel… what do you mean by that?” He asked, his hand coming to grab your own as his blue eyes looked into your own, just brimming with concern. “Are you in danger?”

“All of Gotham is in danger.” You answered your boyfriend before a heavy sigh slipped from your lips as you led him to sit down on the bed with you. You took his hands in your own, tightly squeezing them as you could not make yourself look him in the eye. “I…I had a visitor last night on my patrol, her name is Talia Al Ghul, she is the daughter of the leader of the League of Assassins, an extremely deadly organization. She told me that something dangerous is brewing in this city, something that myself and my friends won’t be able to face… along with that she exposed my identity to a few people I was hiding from.”

“She what-”

“Don’t worry about that part, but it’s why I can see you so it’s not too bad.” your comment made Gabriel chuckle and that made you smile. “I just knew I had to see you in case… in case I don’t make it out of this alive.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Please, my death… it is something I have come to terms with if something happens to me out there.” You tried to comfort him but it just made that weight in your heart even heavier. “I didn't come to scare you with this whole death and grave danger conversation… I wanted to see you again, talk, catch up a bit maybe.”

“When do you need to start patrolling?”

“I left two hours early, so about that time, give or take a few minutes.”

“Could we catch up in a bit… I just want to be with you right now.” He leaned forward his head pressing against the side of your neck as he pressed a kiss or two to your jawline, right by your ear. “I just need to know you’re real if that’s alright.”

“It’s more than alright.” You pushed his head back, your fingers trailing underneath his chin to pull him back in for a quick kiss, his soft lips against your own chapped and bloodied ones acting as a harsh contrast. You stood up from his bed, your fingers trailing down your body to unclip your utility belt and as it fell to the ground your hands reached to your suit’s zipper. “I just need to get out of this thing now, this suit was an expensive gift and I don’t have my daddy’s money anymore.”

“You always have mine.”

“Hm… I’d rather just have you.”

“Cute.” you watched as you boyfriend began unbuttoning his own dress shirt as he watched you step out of your suit. “Don’t you have communication lines or something with your team? Won’t they hear?”

“I turned mine off.” you walked back to the bed and with a soft shove on his shoulders, you pushed him onto his back on the bed, letting you crawl on top of him. “And even if they did they already know I have a super sweet, funny, kid, attractive boyfriend with the heart of a saint and the voice of an angel.”

“Hm, but you’re the one called Songbird, so shouldn’t your voice be sweeter than mine?”

“Do you want to test that theory?”

“Oh I do.”

[moonstruckme]

hi mae!! I love your writing. can I request ⁸⁾ a coat draped gently over a sleeping form with remus and shy!reader? congrats!!

Thanks lovely!

Remus Lupin x shy!reader ♡ 678 words

Remus makes Sirius turn down the music. The party’s winding down anyways, most of their friends having slunk off into the night. Lily and James are canoodling in the kitchen despite the former’s claims that they were going to have an early night, and Sirius has just abandoned his hosting duties to follow some bloke he likes to the McDonald’s down the street. 

Remus would usually leave about now, but for reasons he can’t explain he doesn’t want to tonight. (He looks at you, curled up and in the armchair, and…well, maybe he can explain those reasons a little bit.) He decides to start picking up. 

He’s careful not to let things clink or crackle as he works his way around the living room, collecting the bottles and cans well-meaning friends tucked into corners and forgot to come back for. Sirius’ rubbish bag is full, so Remus takes it out and starts filling a new one. When he opens the door on his way in and out, he notices your shoulders bunch like you’re cold, your knees curling closer to your body. 

Remus stops on his way past the coat rack, grabbing his own coat. He drapes it carefully over you. Your cheek twitches like the wool tickles, but then you relax into the warmth. It does something unruly to Remus’ insides to witness. 

He picks up the bag again, meaning to continue, but your face moves again. You take a breath, a disruption of the quiet rhythm of your sleep, and your fingers peek out from the collar of Remus’ coat. They curl around it as though to pull it tighter. 

Your eyelashes peel apart, slowly and in stages like you’re fighting their magnetic pull towards each other. Remus watches you come awake. Those first few blinks where you know nothing but comfort and ease, the gradual realization that the coat covering you isn’t yours, and finally the movement of your eyes towards him, a familiar timidness taking you. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he apologizes. His voice comes out soft, some part of him wanting to safeguard whatever sleep might still be clinging to you. “You looked like you were cold.” 

You shake your head, seemingly not knowing what to say. Your hand lets go of his coat to cover your mouth, and you yawn hard enough to make your eyes teary. 

“Thank you,” you say once you’re done, voice softer than soft and expression self-conscious. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” You look around. “Has everyone gone?” 

“Not everyone. James and Lily are in the kitchen.” 

“Oh no.” You sit up, letting Remus’ coat fall off your shoulder. Immediately, another yawn takes you, so powerful you have to stop to cover it again. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to overstay my welcome.” 

“Don’t be silly,” Remus chides, “you’re always welcome. Sirius doesn’t mind.” 

You shrug, your shoulders staying up a tad high even when you’ve completed the motion. He gets the sense that you don’t believe him, though it’s not in your nature to argue. 

“Did you drive here?” he asks you kindly. 

Your fingers play with a bit of fuzz on Remus’ coat. “No. I walked.” 

“Are you ready to go home? I can walk you.” 

“Oh, you don’t have to.” You seem to shrink in on yourself. The smile you give him is meant to placate, small and bashful. “It’s not far.” 

“That makes it even easier for me to walk you,” Remus replies. He goes and grabs another coat from the rack. “This one yours?”

“Yeah,” you confirm. “But really, Remus, you don’t have to.” 

“I want to. Let me, okay?” He holds your coat, waiting patiently for you to get up. 

When you do you can hardly look at him, passing him his own coat with a quiet thanks for this. He helps you into yours, then leaves you to put on your shoes while he goes to get his scarf from the other room. 

“Don’t leave without me,” he tells you. 

And, well, it’s not in your nature to argue.

[smiley-mcdoggington]

Mystery trio except during the portal incident Stan is the one that gets a peek through the portal and completely shrinks into a ball in fear. Ford wants to know what Stan saw, but also maybe not because Ford hasn't seen Stan scared quiet since they were little and Stan didn't know yet to defend himself when Pa hit him.

Worse, Stan was looking up at him like he was the one with the belt in his hand. Stan all but yanked Fiddleford into the corner he was huddled in, but Ford couldn't take a step without Stan trembling harder and Fiddleford snapping at him.

So, unwelcome, Ford left, going straight to the summoning circle to demand Bill tell him who did this to his brother. He didn't expect Bill to laugh at that, going on about how feeble human minds were - all he had to do was make Stanley spend a few centuries trapped in an empty box with no one but a twisted version of Stanford and Stanley was so quiet and docile - perfectly behaved for Bill's plans. Ford said that was impossible, Bill said he could make neurons do a lot of things, in his domain where time didn't exist and meaning had no meaning.

When he went back to check on Stanley, he was sitting calmly on the livingroom armchair, Fiddleford with his memory gun at his side stood in front of him. "That feel better, darlin'?" He asked.

Stan nodded. Then he turned and saw Ford, and screamed.

Fiddleford raised the whirring gun again, and in a flash of light, Stan was quiet again. He looked at Ford with glazed-over eyes and didn't react while Fiddleford pet his hair and told him it would be alright

[foreverisntenough]

‘Movie Night’

Summary: If only life was like the movies. For years, you’d flirted with the idea of something more with Trent, your brother’s best friend.  You'd always danced around the edges of something more with him, sharing flirty moments that felt like scenes straight from the cinema. You had been silently desperate for the main character of your life’s film to finally get the boy but you knew moments like that were saved for Hollywood. The lines were clear; you were always going to be his mate’s little sister. So what happens when you go off script? In a whirlwind of passion, secrets, and stolen moments, you're left wondering: will you and your brother's best friend get the happy ending you've been waiting for, or was it never meant to be more than a fantasy? 

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Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI [ smut, slight mention of dv, loss of a parent, drinking - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series!

Disclaimer: Still the same.

Chapter 18 - 'Safe’ | ‘Movie Night'

word count - 11.3 k

[this chapter contains dv as mentioned in the warnings, please be advised]

The match had just kicked off, and you were curled up on the sofa at home, a throw blanket draped over your legs. Jack sat in his usual spot on the opposite end of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, engrossed in Liverpool’s away game. Noah had claimed the armchair, his phone in hand but his eyes frequently darting to the screen. The house was calm for the first time in weeks, the tension between you and Jack easing after your recent heart-to-heart. You felt lighter now that things with Trent were out in the open-at least with Jack. But as the game played on, you couldn't shake the feeling that you were still navigating uncharted territory. Trent was playing well, his movements smooth and commanding. Every time the commentators mentioned his name, you felt your chest swell with pride. Jack noticed but didn't say anything, though you could sense him glancing your way now and then, gauging your reaction.

"Trentski’s been solid this season," Noah remarked casually, breaking the silence as the game hit a lull.

"Yeah," Jack replied, his tone neutral, though his attention stayed fixed on the screen. You shifted in your seat, feeling a strange mix of pride and discomfort. It was surreal to watch Trent play with Jack and Noah sitting right there. It wasn't the first time, but now, everything felt different. Then, the commentators mentioned Josh's name, noting a key play in another match he'd made earlier in the season. It was a fleeting reference, nothing significant, but it sent a ripple of unease through you.

"I'm glad we fucked that kid up."  Noah, apparently less restrained, muttered under his breath. The words hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off. You froze, your breath catching as your eyes darted to Jack, who had immediately straightened up.

"What?" Jack asked sharply, his brows furrowed as he turned to Noah. Noah's face went blank for a moment before he forced out a nervous laugh, waving a hand dismissively. 

"Ah... nah, just. You know? The game. Trent locked him up. Glad they won that match, you know?" You tried to shrink into the sofa, your pulse racing. Noah's attempt to backpedal was clumsy at best, and Jack wasn't buying it but he didn’t call it out. You could feel his eyes flick to you now, the unspoken question hanging heavily between you. You avoided his gaze, pretending to focus on the game, but your heart was pounding. Trent had told you about Noah and his altercation with Josh but it was more in passing, neither he nor you wanted to talk about Josh much so you let it lie, albeit uncomfortably but nevertheless, let it lie. 

Trent came home from his away match, and before you knew it, you found yourself tangled up on his sofa. He barely even gave you time to take off your coat or get comfortable before pulling you into his arms and collapsing onto the cushions with you. You were there for ages, his head rested against your chest, his legs sprawled across yours, and his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if letting go wasn’t an option.

“T, baby, you’re literally crushing me,” you teased, your voice soft and full of affection as your fingers scratched gently through his curls.

“Good,” he murmured into your shirt, the vibration of his voice sending a comforting warmth through your body. “I’m not letting you go.” You let out a quiet laugh, trying to shift under his weight, but it was futile. Every time you moved, he clung tighter, burying his face further into the crook of your neck.

“Baby,” you started, your tone laced with playful exasperation. “At least let me breathe?” He looked up at you then, his eyes heavy-lidded from exhaustion, his lips pursed into a pout so perfect you couldn’t help but roll your eyes fondly. It was signature Trent, doe eyes, pouty lips, you didn’t have a chance so you just sympathetically smiled at him. 

“Don’t care,” he muttered, his voice raspy. “I just wanna stay right here.” His words made your heart ache in the best way. You kissed the top of his head and wrapped your arms around him, letting your fingers trail lightly over his back.

“Okay, okay. Stay right there, clingy boy,” you teased. He smiled sleepily at your words, but his eyes started to flutter shut again. He was exhausted and you were now reprieve. There was no such thing as ‘too close.’ As his breathing slowed and his body grew heavier against yours, you noticed he was beginning to doze off. You had started a show on Netflix but he hadn’t paid it much mind despite him being adamant you watched it. Concerned he might wake up with a sore neck or miss a plot point, you nudged him gently.

“T, seriously you’re falling asleep, baby. You should go upstairs and actually rest,” you suggested softly. But instead of moving, he tightened his grip on you, letting out a soft, sleepy whimper that completely undid you.

 “No,” he mumbled, his voice muffled against your collarbone. His lips brushed against your skin as he added, “Don’t want to. Just wanna be with you.”

“T,” you tried again, though your resolve was quickly fading. He shifted, nuzzling even closer, his pout now accompanied with big, pleading eyes that made it impossible to say no.

“You make me feel like I’m home, pretty girl. Baby, I’m finally back home when I’m with you.” he murmured, his words sending warmth flooding through your chest. You sighed in defeat, pulling him in tighter.Your heart ached, you wanted to be that for him for years; to be something he longed for and you finally had it. He was finally yours. Yours to hold and take care of. So often before you’d given him an encouraging hug after a match only to know he’d be scampering off elsewhere to other girls and now you were here.

 “Okay, come here, then,” you whispered, stroking his back as he settled into you again. His face pressed against your neck, and his arms circled your waist, locking you in place.

“I’m away so much,” he mumbled, his voice cracking slightly, as if admitting it aloud made it harder. “The second I’m back home, I just want to be with my baby. Just you. That’s it.” Your heart squeezed painfully at his admission. You knew how much his schedule weighed on him, how it must feel to always be on the move, but you wanted him to need you, want you, when he came home. A part of you sort of relished in this. It was cute. He was just being such a baby about it and you liked that strong, confident, cool Trent was a such a simp in front of you.

“Yeah?” you teased lightly, trying to keep the mood from growing too heavy, though you couldn’t help the way your chest swelled with love for him. 

“Mmm,” he hummed, his lips brushing against your skin as he placed soft, lazy kisses along your neck. “Missed you so much, baby.” 

“I’m not going anywhere, T,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you pressed your cheek to his curls, letting him know he didn’t have to worry as the sound of the forgotten show played in the background. 

“Good,” he muttered, his voice growing softer, sleep dangerously close to pulling him under. His body went slack against yours, his weight sinking into you completely. You stayed like that for a long while, cradling him against you, quiet, his steady breathing and warmth wrapping around you like a blanket. You just watched him, taking in how soft his features fell, how comfortable he looked but then there was a flash on the tv and you realized you probably had gone through five episodes by now. You had no idea what was happening in the show. You knew he wanted to watch so gently you decided to ask. 

“Baby, should I pause this then?” your fingers absentmindedly stroking through his curls as he lay sprawled across you on the couch. His face was buried against your chest, his body heavy with comfort and relaxation.

“Don’t care,” he mumbled sleepily, barely lifting his head. His voice was soft, muffled by your skin. You reached to find the remote to pause the show before you pressed a kiss to his hairline, your lips lingering as you ran a soothing hand over his back. He felt so warm and at ease that you didn’t want to disturb the peace of the moment. Still, an idea popped into your mind, and you hesitated for a second before sharing it.

“You know, maybe we should start a series we can watch together even when we’re apart,” you suggested softly, your tone laced with affection. The thought of having something to share with him during his travels made the distance feel a little less daunting. Trent sighed, his head shifting just enough for you to hear his quiet reply.

“I hate when we’re apart.” His voice carried a hint of sadness, and the way his arms tightened around your waist made your heart keep hurting.

“I know, baby,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his temple. “I hate it too. But could be nice you know?" The weight of his next upcoming away matches hung in the air, unspoken but understood. Trent shifted slightly, just enough to tilt his face up toward yours. 

“Mmm. Kay, whatever you want, baby." He sleepily smiled as the idea fully registered. It was sweet you cared enough to try to connect with him even when he was away. "You make everything feel better, you know that?” His words were laced with sincerity, his gaze soft as he looked at you.

“You make everything feel better too,” you admitted, leaning down to press your lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss. The rest of the evening was a blur of tender moments. Trent refused to let you move even an inch away from him, clinging to you like you were his lifeline. You spent the night tangled together, whispering nothings, exchanging soft kisses, and soaking in the precious time you had before he had to leave again. As much as you hated the thought of being apart, the love you felt in those quiet moments reminded you that no matter where he was, he was yours—and you were his… finally. As you listened to the quiet rhythm of his breaths, you couldn’t help but feel like you were exactly where you were meant to be—home.

The hum of the TV and the quiet clatter of controllers filled the room as you lay sprawled across Trent’s chest. You hadn’t left his house or his proximity since he returned home. That was two days ago. He was deep into his game, his fingers moving swiftly, jaw set in focus. You couldn’t stop staring at him, completely lost in the little details—the curve of his nose, the way his eyelashes fluttered with every blink, the slight furrow of his brows when the game grew tense. He looked unreal in the soft glow of the screen, too perfect, too composed. He didn’t seem to mind your weight on him, his hands gently resting on your back, occasionally his free one absentmindedly tracing circles on your skin. It was instinctive for him now, the way he touched you even when he was distracted. Every so often, he’d shift just enough to glance down at you, a faint grin tugging at his lips when he caught you watching him.

“Comfortable there, yeah?” he murmured quietly, just for you, no mic could pick it up. You hummed in response, nuzzling your cheek closer to his chest. 

“Mmhm. Very.” You smiled.  He let out a soft chuckle, his fingers pausing briefly against your spine before he re-immersed himself in the game. Through his headset, you could hear his friends shouting, laughing, and cursing, completely oblivious to your presence. Friends you knew well. Friends that had no idea that Trent was currently tangled up with you like this—like you were a secret only Trent was lucky enough to keep. It was thrilling in a quiet way, this feeling of being wrapped up in him, safe and hidden from the world. Trent shifted under you slightly, adjusting his position to keep you closer.  You tilted your head to look up at him again. He glanced down at you just then, catching the way your eyes lingered on him. For a moment, his focus on the game faltered, and you caught a soft blush creeping up his neck.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, voice so low it wasn’t audible over the game noise.

“You look sexy,” you mouthed the words with a lazy smile. His lips twitched upward, the corner of his mouth betraying how much he liked you saying that. You couldn’t help but giggle softly, pressing a kiss to his chest before settling back into the comfortable silence, your world reduced to just him and the sound of his heartbeat beneath you. But then, he shot you a wink. A wink that fueled the most devious of fires in you. Your hands moving to drag over his chest before wrapping up around his neck to pull your body up his. You nuzzled into him. Trent let out a quiet hum of approval as you began pressing soft, deliberate kisses against his skin. The game was still running, his friends shouting and laughing in his ear, oblivious to what you were doing. You smiled against his neck, knowing just how easily you could unravel him even in the most unsuspecting moments. Your nails scratched at the fade of his hair teasingly causing Trent’s head to loll to the side to give you more room to keep kissing. But then as he could feel himself getting sucked into you, his arousal growing he smirked. You watched him mute his headphones. 

“Baby…” he murmured, a warning laced with amusement as his grip around the controller faltered. His voice dipped low, like he was trying to keep it together for the sake of the game. He unmuted himself and when you went to tell him hush an idea came to mind. You pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, mischief dancing across your face. He exhaled sharply, his jaw clenching as he tried to refocus. So in retaliation you slid down his body, your fingers curling into the hem of his shirt before trailing lower, tugging at the waistband of his joggers with deliberate slowness. Trent's eyes went wide, surprise flickering across his face as he watched you with a mix of curiosity and heat. You mouthed 'be quiet' with a greedy smile that made his chest rise and fall a little faster. He swallowed hard, his head tipping back onto the cushion, a low, helpless groan escaping as you hooked your fingers into his joggers and eased them down. There was no protest-there never would be. His cock was thick and hard, pulsing with each heartbeat. You stroked him gently, reveling in the feel of his velvety skin and the warmth of his length in your hand. His breath hitched as your hands wrapped around his hard cock. You wasted no time, immediately leaning forward, you took the head of his cock into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive crown, tasting the pre-cum that beaded at the tip. You bobbed your head, taking him deep, your throat welcoming the invasion. Your hand pumped the base of his shaft in time with your movements, and you reveled in the power you had over this gorgeous man. Trent was fighting for a semblance of control. You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. Spit pooled in the corners of your mouth as you gagged a little around him. The sound of button mashing filled the room, but Trent's concentration was shot. One of the boys on the line broke the silence, suspicious of Trent's silence, an occasional curse and lack of focus.

"Oi, Trent, what's going on? What are you doing?" someone asked, their voice laced with curiosity and amusement. “Where you at?” He asked pulling Trent straight out of his dreamworld where you had his whole length in your mouth, to the back of your throat. He started to twitch in your mouth as he hit the back of your throat continuously: You doubled your efforts, sucking and stroking, determined to bring him to the brink.

"Nah, nothing-fuck," Trent stuttered, his voice cracking as he tried to suppress another groan. That was all it took for the boys to catch on. 

"Nah shut up. Say swear right now! Bro, you’re absolutely getting some top right now!" One of them yelled, laughing into the mic. Trent let the onslaught of testing ensue as he looked down at you sucking him off, bobbing your head as you stared up at him bashfully through your lashes. 

"Facetime me right now then!" another taunted, the group erupting into teasing and jeers. He couldn’t think straight, he was about to cum, you could feel the vein running along his perfect cock pulse but then with all your power you pulled back, letting a web of saliva and precum connect his tip to your perfectly pouty lips begging for him to play with you, not them. At first his eyes were shut, brow furrowed ready to cum and distraught when you snatched it away. But then he smirked, attempting to convince you he wasn’t fazed by your performance. But it was very clear he was already gone and you had just deprived him of what would’ve been a very good orgasm. He’d had enough though as you had his head lolling back against the cushion behind him but his hand instinctively reached for the controller, only to fumble and miss entirely, just swatting somewhere on the sofa next to him. You giggled at his failure to stay composed. He opened his eyes at the sound he loved so much. You leaned forward letting your tits bounce in your tiny tank top right in front of him and he lit up seeing you. 

"Nah, lads. Phone's not working," he managed to choke out, his words shaky and uneven.  His gaze completely focused on you, a cheeky smirk plastered to his face. You gently leaned in and bit his bottom lip pulling it back with you. His friends weren't buying it, and their laughter only grew louder. 

"Yeah, okay, mate," one of them teased. Trent groaned again, this time in pure surrender before abruptly exiting the game entirely, leaving the other boys in a state of stunned, uproarious jokes. He pulled the headset off and tossed it aside. His eyes filled with a playful intensity as he reached for you.

“C’mere. You’ve got a lot to answer for, you know that?”  With his attention now fully on you, you grinned, your heart racing as he gently pulled you back down onto him, his hands resting firmly on your waist. He shook his head with a soft chuckle, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Can’t focus when you’re around. You’re such a distraction. First my movies, now my games, hmm?” He mused. 

“I think you liked when I distract you, baby.” You whispered as you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in the faintest of kisses. He hummed in agreement as the kiss deepened. 

What felt like ages ago, you’d promised Jack you two would spend some quality time together. After everything that had happened, you needed it. He’d suggested a park near the city, and now that the truth about you and Trent was out, the idea had finally come to fruition. A run together felt like the perfect choice—a simple way to connect and let go of some stress. The two of you set off, hitting the winding trails. It was just like old times, the air filled with lighthearted teasing as Jack pushed ahead and challenged you to keep up. You hadn’t run in a while, but it felt good—easy, almost. By the end, you were both laughing and breathless, leaning against a park bench to catch your breath.

“Still got it,” Jack teased, nudging you with his elbow.

“Yeah, yeah,” you panted, rolling your eyes playfully. “I let you win.” 

Afterward, the two of you decided to grab coffee at a nearby shop. It was small, cozy, and smelled of fresh beans and cinnamon. You ordered an iced coffee while Jack opted for a cappuccino, and as you moved to go put a packet of sugar in your coffee, you felt yourself relax for the first time in what felt like weeks.That was until you saw him.

Josh.

He walked in with the same smug grin that had haunted your worst memories, his confidence oozing as if he still had any right to be near you. Your stomach churned as he spotted you immediately, making a beeline in your direction.

“My girl,” he drawled, his voice sickeningly sweet as he approached.

“No, I’m really not,” you snapped, instinctively taking a step back, but Josh moved with you, closing the space between you. His hands weren’t on you, but you could feel them, remember them, and the thought made your skin crawl.

“You were,” he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity. “And you liked it… C’mon, don’t play hard to get now.” His smirk was infuriating, a mask of charm stretched over something vile.

“No, you liked it,” you bit back, your voice steady despite the way your heart pounded in your chest. You reached behind you, your fingers brushing the edge of the counter, as if holding onto something solid could keep you grounded.Josh leaned in slightly, lowering his voice but not his smugness. 

“Y/N, come on. This isn’t you. You’re really gonna be with Alexander-Arnold? Trent? He’s just taking you for a ride, you know that, don’t you? You’re just a passing ship, baby.” His words struck a nerve, and you hated yourself for the flash of panic that crossed your face. You tried to swallow it down, but Josh saw it—pounced on it. “I see now,” he continued, his grin widening. “Not his girlfriend, are ya? Nah, course not. You’ll never be. Just a bit of fun for him, huh? No future, no promises. Right? No one even knows he has you bouncing on his dick every night do they?” He mocked. You hated that to a degree that was true. “So why don’t you stop kidding yourself and come back to my bed? You know you want to.” His words were a knife, cutting deep into your insecurities. He wasn’t just attacking you; he was digging into your relationship with Trent, rubbing salt into wounds you hadn’t even admitted to yourself yet. But this time, you weren’t the same person you were when you’d known him. You weren’t alone anymore. You finally had the person you’d wanted all along. You straightened your shoulders, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before meeting his eyes. You wouldn’t go back to him. Not again.

“Just don’t, Josh. Please leave it,” you said firmer than you expected, your voice carrying a strength that surprised even you. Josh was dissecting your biggest fear. Rubbing it in your face that you were, at the moment, nothing but someone Trent was sleeping with. You tried to tell him you were more than that but you couldn’t find the words. The strength you had moments ago disappeared entirely. What were you to Trent?  “I’m not… I’m…” you stammered, your voice faltering under the weight of Josh’s presence. Your pulse thundered in your ears, your back pressing instinctively against the counter as if it could shield you from him. Before you could find your footing, Jack appeared beside you, his steady hand landing on your shoulder.

“All right?” he asked, his voice calm yet firm, his brows furrowing as he took in the scene. His tone was a lifeline, but the subtle tension in his hand betrayed his concern. Josh’s grin widened at Jack’s arrival, like a predator circling fresh prey.

 “Oii, here he is. Big brother to the rescue,” he sneered. “You know this beauty’s been shagging your best mate, yeah? That Trent Alexander-Arnold lad—what a guy, huh?” The words hit like a slap, the air in the room thickening with the weight of his accusations. Your stomach sank, and though Jack’s expression barely changed, you could see the flicker of anger in his eyes. Jack didn’t bite. Not yet. Instead, he tilted his head, his tone measured but sharp.

 “Why can’t you just leave her alone, lad?” His grip on your shoulder tightened slightly, a protective gesture. “She doesn’t want you. You’re an absolute wasteman. Not together anymore, move the fuck on,” Jack didn’t really even know if you were ever with Josh and frankly, neither did you but he was right all you wanted was for Josh to move on. You inched back further, desperate to put more space between you and him. Yet, his mocking smirk only deepened as Josh turned his attention back to you.

“Gonna let your brother fight for you, too?” Josh taunted, his tone laced with venom. He slapped his cheek lightly, a taunting gesture. “Why don’t you take a swing, Jack the lad? One more for good measure.” He cooed. Jack’s jaw tightened, his posture stiffening. 

“What the fuck are you on about?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. Josh ignored him, his eyes locking on you. 

“Oh, so he doesn’t even know?” he said, feigning surprise. “Got all your little secrets, huh? Fucking his best mate, having them take swings at me. Class act, Y/N. A true puppeteer at work. How many of his friends have you got wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours?” Your chest tightened as the shame and anger bubbled up. You tried to steady your voice, but it trembled as you spoke. Jack tensed understanding that clearly his friends had hit Josh at some point and yet simultaneously he ached remembering that must’ve meant you snuck around with those very friends. 

 “Just fuck off, honestly. Let it go,” you said, your words rushed and weak. You reached for Jack’s arm, hoping to steer him away before things escalated further. But Jack didn’t move. Instead, he shook off your grip and stepped closer to Josh, his eyes narrowing.

 “Why don’t you get it through your thick skull? She doesn’t want you, yeah?” He said, his voice sharp, his patience wearing thin. Josh laughed coldly, his amusement only fueling your growing discomfort.

 “Aw, got all your boys fighting your battles, eh, Y/N?” he sneered, his gaze dropping to you before flicking back to Jack. “Too pretty for her own good.” That was the final straw. Jack shoved him hard, the force making Josh stumble back a step. 

“Fuck you, you piece of shit,” Jack snapped, his voice shaking with restrained fury. The coffee shop went quiet amongst the altercation. Josh straightened himself, brushing off his shirt like the shove had been nothing more than an inconvenience. He took a slow, deliberate step forward, his gaze fixed on Jack with a sickening smugness. 

“Tell Trent the Great he better watch the fuck out on the pitch,” he said, his tone low and menacing. “Just might slip.” The threat hung in the air like a dark cloud, and for a moment, Jack’s entire body tensed, his fists clenching at his sides. But instead of retaliating, he exhaled sharply and turned to you. His hand found your back, guiding you firmly toward the door.

“Let’s go,” he said, his voice low and protective. You let him lead you, your legs shaky as you stumbled outside. The cool air hit your face, and you inhaled deeply, trying to steady your breath. Jack stopped a few steps from the door, turning to face you. “You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now, his eyes scanning your face for any sign of distress. You nodded quickly, though your hands were still trembling. 

“Yeah… thanks, Jack,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Jack nodded, but his jaw was still tight, his eyes flicking back toward the coffee shop. 

“He’s a coward,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “All talk. Don’t worry about him.” You could tell he was still rattled, the encounter lingering in his mind as much as it was in yours. But for now, you were grateful for him—for his steady presence, for standing up for you, and for getting you out of there before things spiraled even further out of control.

The tension in the car was palpable, the silence heavy as Jack started the engine.  It was quiet. Awkward maybe. You both just stared straight ahead.Neither of you spoke, eyes fixed ahead on the road as the car began to move. The awkwardness hung between you, thick and uncomfortable. You bit your lip, unsure of how to break it. But then Jack’s voice cut through the quiet, blunt and sharp.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. You turned your head toward him, startled by the sudden question. 

“What?” you asked, your brow furrowing in confusion.

“With Josh,” Jack clarified, his hands tightening around the steering wheel. “What happened? Why wouldn’t you tell me? Why does he always talk about you like that? What went on that I don’t know about?” The raw concern in his voice made your stomach twist, and you looked away, staring at your lap. 

“Jack… it’s just—I don’t know,” you stammered, your voice small. “I’m sorry.” You apologized flatly, not even sure how to describe it all without getting major flashbacks. You had tried to black it all out. 

“What are you sorry about?” he pressed, his voice rising slightly, a mix of frustration and worry. “What happened?” You winced, the memories flashing uninvited in your mind. The things you had buried, the moments you had tried to forget, now forced to the surface. You took a shaky breath.

“He just wasn’t very nice…” you started, your voice barely audible. Jack’s jaw clenched as his knuckles whitened against the wheel.

“Why?” he asked, his voice trembling with disbelief. “Why would you ever go near that kid?” He snapped almost aggressively, angry that someone like Josh was even in your life.

“I don’t know… I just…” you babbled, struggling to find an answer. How could you explain it? The charm that had initially blinded you, the slow unraveling of who Josh really was. Jack exhaled sharply, his frustration boiling over.

“And Trent hit him?” Jack asked, earnest and urgent. 

“Noah…” you corrected him softly, your voice cracking. “Jack, he hurt me. His hands—I can still feel them.” The words tumbled out before you could stop them, and you immediately regretted it. Jack’s head whipped toward you, his expression dark and unreadable. 

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice quieter now but no less intense. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to speak. 

“He wasn’t just mean, Jack. He… he would grab me. Too hard. Push me. Say awful things. It wasn’t just words.” Your voice faltered as you tried to keep it together, but the tremble betrayed you. Jack’s grip on the wheel tightened impossibly further, his nostrils flaring as he processed your words.

“He put his hands on you?” he asked, his tone cold and seething. You nodded, unable to meet his eyes. 

“It wasn’t always like that I swear,” you said quietly, as if that could excuse it, though you knew it didn’t. “But when it was bad… it was so bad.” You whimpered recalling it all. Jack’s silence was deafening, his anger simmering beneath the surface. You could see it in the way his jaw tensed, the way his chest heaved with barely contained fury. A stray tear amongst the one’s building on your lash line tipped over, racing down your cheek. 

“I should’ve known,” he muttered finally, his voice low but laced with guilt. “I should’ve fucking known.” He quipped. 

“It’s not your fault, Jack. No one knew,” you said quickly, your own voice shaky and embarrassed. “I didn’t tell anyone. I didn’t even realize what was happening for so long.” He glanced at you, his eyes softening just enough to reveal the hurt behind them. 

“But you’re my sister,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “How could I not see it? How could I not protect you?” He asked. Tears welled in your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“I didn’t realize and I know you probably won’t want to hear it but it was Trent…” you whispered hesitantly. At first he didn’t know what you meant but then he connected the dots. Trent got you out of this vicious cycle. Jack nodded tightly, his focus returning to the road. But the silence that followed wasn’t awkward this time—it was heavy. 

“I want to hear all of it.” He commanded sternly. He needed to know how long you let someone like Josh hurt you. He needed to know how long Trent knew Josh hurt you. He was fuming at the idea that Trent and Noah might’ve known and didn’t tell him. And so you began… all of it with Josh, Trent and Noah line after line filling the car with painful memories.

-

The night had started out fine, almost enjoyable, even. You were out with Josh, and for once, everything seemed easy. He was charming, handsome, attentive-making you laugh in a way that reminded you why you had gone out with him in the first place. It was one of those rare moments when you thought maybe things could be okay, even if just for a little while. But then your phone buzzed. You glanced at it, smiling at the sight of Jack's Instagram story. It was a photo of him and Trent, grinning at the camera, probably after a night out. You shook your head, amused by how effortlessly the two of them could lift your mood.

"What's got you smiling like that?" Josh's voice cut through the moment, sharp and accusing.

"Nothing," you replied quickly, locking your phone and tucking it away as though that would diffuse the tension. "Just my brother." You should have known better. The way his eyes narrowed, the way his jaw twitched-he wasn't going to let it go.

"And all his friends you throw yourself at, yeah?" he spat, his voice dripping with venom.Your stomach sank, the good mood evaporating instantly. 

"I don't," you protested weakly, trying to keep the peace. "Josh..." you pleaded, your voice trailing off as you took a small step back. But he followed. Before you knew it, your back was against the wall, his body crowding yours. His hand pressed firmly into the wall beside your head, caging you in. You flinched as the sharp edge of the bricks dug into your skin.

"Do you want to go be with them or be with me?" he demanded mockingly, his face too close, his tone too harsh.

"I'm here," you whispered, your voice barely audible. Your chest tightened with a familiar mix of fear and shame. Josh's lips curled into a cruel smirk as his hand slid up to your neck. The back of your head hit the wall with a dull thud, and you winced.

"Yeah, you're here with me, yeah? Say it," he cooed, his voice syrupy and mocking, his lips brushing yours but never quite meeting them. You nodded, your voice trembling.

"I'm here with you." You repeated. To Josh this was some kind of game, deluding himself into thinking you liked him enough to put up with this. And at the time, you did.

 "And you're gonna go home with me," he continued, the smirk widening. "You're gonna suck my cock, hmm?” The words made your stomach churn, but you nodded again. It was like a script you couldn't escape, a role you didn't want but felt powerless to refuse. That night, you did exactly what he said. You went home with him, you did what he demanded, all the while feeling like you were floating outside yourself, watching a version of you that didn't even feel real anymore. Because that was the thing about Josh. The approval you craved from him was the same thing that destroyed you. You wanted his attention, even though it came with humiliation, degradation, and the constant need to please him. It wasn't the kind of attention you liked, but you couldn't seem to stop it. And it wasn't just Josh. You hated to admit it, but you craved attention in general-especially from men. You hated the way it made you feel, but you couldn't ignore it. With Josh, though, it wasn't attention. It was control, a game you never consented to play but one you couldn't seem to escape.

-

“I couldn’t handle it anymore,” you whispered back in the car, voice trembling as the memories poured out. “And he just… he’s so fixated on the fact that I finally stepped away. I don’t even remember if we were ever really together. He just had control of the whole thing.” Tears welled again in your eyes, and your chest felt heavy with the weight of it all. Jack tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. 

“Jesus, Y/N,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with anger. You pressed your hands against your lap, struggling to find the words as you glanced at him nervously. 

“I… I just couldn’t take it, Jack. It wasn’t one thing; it was everything. The way he spoke to me, the things he made me feel like I had to do. It was suffocating.” Jack didn’t say anything at first, his jaw clenched tightly as you continued to tell him more. 

-

The night Josh found out about the car Trent had gifted you was the beginning of the end— not that you fully realized it then. It had been weeks since your birthday, a day Josh hadn't even bothered to show up for. He'd claimed he had training the next morning, something about being tired, but you'd later learn he'd spent the evening with another girl, the kind of betrayal you'd been too blinded by insecurity to see coming. You’d actually told yourself you were split up with him at the time, licking wounds, moving on, that things ended but that was never the case. Not with Josh. He wanted to be in charge and so once again you found yourself in his bed, every muscle aching from the roughness of his touch, the kind of sex that left you feeling degraded rather than desired, his words were sharp, his tone dripping with jealousy and something worse-an ugliness you'd begun to recognize all too well. The room was dimly lit, the streetlights outside casting faint shadows on the walls. You sat there in Josh's bed, your legs pulled to your chest. Your skin still stung in places from the harshness of his touch, and your mind was a haze of shame and confusion. It had been mean-his words, his actions-but here you were, again. Josh leaned against the headboard, his bare chest rising and falling as he stared at you. His lips were twisted into that signature smug grin, but there was something darker in his eyes. He was fixated, possessive, and his words dripped with venom as the conversation unfolded. Your stomach churned, anxiety pooling in your chest. You felt exposed, sitting there in nothing but one of his old T-shirts that hung loose on your frame, the one you'd thrown on in a feeble attempt to shield yourself from his intensity.

"So, what? You think you can just strut around in a car that he bought you?" Josh sneered, breaking the silence. Your stomach turned, and you looked down at your hands. 

"It's my car," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady. "It was just a gift." You attempted to explain. Josh let out a humorless laugh, shaking his head. 

"A gift," he repeated mockingly. "Yeah, a gift! Because he just happened to feel like buying you a fucking car. You think I'm daft?" He snapped. At the time, Trent was only a friend, sure someone you wanted more than anything but also someone you thought you couldn’t have. You told yourself you had to put up with this instead. 

"I didn't ask for it," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just mentioned once that I hated driving my old car in the rain, and he... he just wanted me to be safe. That's all it was." You whimpered. Josh's grin twisted into something cruel. 

"Safe? That's rich," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "What he really wants is to take you away from me, yeah? Thinks he can buy you off me and you’re so desperate for the attention you’ll bite. Big bow in the drive, must’ve been all over him, hmm?" He mocked your night that was once a fond memory in your mind, now it was ammunition. 

"That's not true," you insisted, shaking your head. "It's not like that." You repeatedly told him aching both from the current situation and the hurt that you and Trent really weren’t actually like that. But Josh wasn't listening. He never really listened. Instead, he leaned forward, his tone growing colder. 

"You whine my name all night," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "you beg for me to fuck you, and then you have the audacity to ride around in another man's car? Do you even hear how pathetic that sounds?" He quipped. Your heart raced, panic rising in your chest.

"Josh, I'm sorry," you said quickly, the words spilling out before you could stop them. "Please, I didn't mean to upset you. I just-" You apologized but it would never be enough. 

"You just what?" he cut you off, his eyes narrowing. "You just like playing games? You like all the attention any man gives you, huh? You’ll take it even if it means betraying me" He snapped. What you were doing was far from betrayment all things considered but he’d gaslight into making you believe you were. 

"No," you whispered, shaking your head. "That's not it." Josh shifted, moving closer until his face was inches from yours. His presence was suffocating, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw. You froze as his thumb brushed against your cheek, his grip firm but not painful-yet.

At the time, it didn’t register. The way Josh treated you didn’t seem like abuse—it just seemed like your fault. Like you weren’t good enough to have his full attention. You didn’t merit it. You told yourself you deserved it, or that this was just how relationships worked. Trent was off-limits, and you couldn’t stop yourself from returning to Josh, desperate to prove you were worthy of something, even if that something was his warped approval.

“Josh, I promise,” you said, your voice trembling. You sat on the bed, feeling small under the weight of his glare. You didn’t even know why you were apologizing. You just needed him to stop looking at you like that. Josh laughed, humorless and sharp, shaking his head. 

“This is why I can’t put up with you,” he said, his tone dripping with disdain. “You just never listen. Always want more, huh? I thought you wanted to be good for me.”

“I do,” you said quickly, your voice cracking as tears stung your eyes. “I am good for you. I promise.”

“Then fucking act like it,” he spat. His hand on you tightened, gripping your face hard, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he pushed your head back. You winced, but you didn’t pull away. Josh leaned in close, his voice low and mocking. “Look at you,” he said. “Pathetic. You don’t even know what you want. You’re just desperate, aren’t you? Always looking for attention. From me… from all your brother’s friends. Just any lad’s attention is enough to get you into bed, huh? But you’re for me. Understand?” At the time, misguidedly you believed that being ‘for Josh’ meant that he was only for you too then in return but that wasn’t the case. You thought if you were for him, you were good enough at least for someone, even if it was Josh.

"For you," you said automatically, your voice trembling. Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them back, nodding. "I'm sorry," you whispered again, desperate to make this stop. Josh tilted his head, his smirk widening. 

"Yeah, you're sorry," he said mockingly. You didn’t answer, your breath shaky as he shoved your face away with force. You stumbled slightly, catching yourself with your hands on the mattress. Josh leaned back against the headboard, watching you with a smug grin as he gestured downward. “Go on, then,” he said, nodding toward his lap. “Show me you mean it. Apologize properly.” His words made your stomach twist, but you didn’t hesitate, you knew this. You slid down the bed onto your knees, your heart racing as you leaned toward him. It was a disgusting game you’d fallen into, but it was familiar now. You knew how it worked. If you gave him what he wanted, he’d be satisfied. He’d stop being angry. Maybe he’d even like you again—for a little while. And so you did it. You pushed down the shame, the discomfort, the voice in your head screaming at you to stop, and you gave him what he wanted. You thought if you could just make him happy, if you could just be perfect for him, it would all be worth it. You didn't stop until he was satisfied, until his anger was gone, replaced by smugness and superiority. But even as you tried to convince yourself, something deep inside you knew the truth. You hated this. You hated him. But most of all, you hated the way you couldn’t seem to stop chasing his approval, even when it hurt. You craved attention, you craved love, but with Josh, you weren’t getting either. You were only getting control, wrapped in a package of cruelty and manipulation. But for now, you couldn’t see it. All you could see was him, and the desperate hope that maybe, just maybe, he’d finally be satisfied.

-

Jack’s knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel listening to you, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. The sound of the tires humming on the road was the only thing filling the tense silence after your confession. You sat beside him, shifting uncomfortably, staring down at your hands in your lap. You had finally told him about Josh—the truth this time, not the vague half-lies you’d fed him before. His reaction was what you expected: stunned, furious, and disappointed.

“You’re serious?” Jack finally broke the silence, his voice sharp. “He actually did all of that to you?” You nodded, swallowing hard. 

“Yes.” You admitted finally allowed. 

“And you just… didn’t think to tell me?” he snapped, the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

“Jack, I—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Do you have any idea how fucked up that is, Y/N?” His voice was rising now, frustration spilling out. “You let me sit there, thinking everything was fine while this—this prick—was treating you like that? And you stayed? For what Y/N?!?” He asked pleadingly confused how you could let this happen.

“I thought that…. That…” You stumbled trying to articulate something you never could before. Something indescribable.  You couldn’t describe the live wire running through your head desperate for male validation. Who’s attention evidently started to matter less and less but it started with your dad’s then Jacks… a game you subconsciously played. Getting Jack’s friends to notice you, your own friends to notice you, anyone to make you feel like you mattered. If they saw you, then you must matter. “I didn’t know how to tell you!” you fired back eventually, your voice trembling. You couldn’t articulate it to Jack. He wouldn’t understand. 

“You didn’t know how to tell me? I’m your brother, Y/N! You think I wouldn’t have dropped everything to help you? To get you away from him?” Tears welled up in your eyes, and you looked out the window, unable to face him. 

“I thought I could handle it,” you murmured. “I didn’t want to burden you.”

“Burden me?” Jack let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You were getting abused, and you thought you’d be a burden?” You flinched at the word, as if hearing it out loud made it all the more real.

“I didn’t even realize how bad it was,” you whispered. “Not until…” You paused.

“Until what?” Jack pressed, his eyes darting toward you for a split second before refocusing on the road. You hesitated, the words catching in your throat. 

“Until T,” you finally admitted, your voice barely audible. Jack tensed at the mention of Trent, his hands tightening on the wheel again. 

“What about Trent?” He asked harshly. You bit your lip, unsure of how to explain without making things worse. 

“That night in the club, way after the party—” You paused, your voice catching. “Josh wouldn’t let it go, even when I said it was over. It’s like he hated the idea of me not being his, like I was his to own and he just wouldn’t let go of my arm and then when I broke away he said all this stuff…” Jack’s eyes flicked toward you briefly, his expression unreadable but his anger simmering just below the surface. “I was upset and then I ran into T. He was there and he was…safe. He was everything Josh isn’t. He was so nice to me. I felt so safe… finally and I just, I don’t know… I kissed him.” You could feel Jack fight back words. You hesitated before continuing, your voice growing quieter. “I kissed him and he told me he couldn’t. He told me to stop because he wanted to take care of me. Someone protecting me, not owning me, not taking advantage of me. He could’ve gone home with me. I… I would’ve let him but he’s not like that. Finally someone gave me attention and protection without it being an exchange for sex or my dignity… handing over my whole soul for them to own and play with. He isn’t like that with me.” You wiped at your eyes with the back of your hand. “And after that… it started to make me realize that Josh shouldn’t be treating me that way. That the fact that I was hiding it from you, from Layla, from everyone what he did to me… It was just so obvious that what he was doing was wrong because I wanted to hide it and yet when I kissed T… it was so obvious that it was right, that it was meant to be shared…I didn’t want to hide that.” Jack let out a long, heavy sigh, his head tilting back slightly as he stared at the road ahead. “You know, eventually… because I…” You got caught up in your own monologue and now you didn’t know how to retract what you said. 

“So, what? Trent just swooped in and became your knight in shining armor?” He asked expectantly and seriously. As if there was something you were missing.  

“It wasn’t like that,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “He didn’t push me or pressure me. He is just there for me. He made me feel… so safe and then things spiraled from there but I wanted to get away from Josh. I realized how bad everything had been when I was with Trent. No one has ever made me feel the way he does… His hands on me feel different. It doesn’t hurt. He’s gentle with me. Not purposely trying to break me.” You sheepishly confessed.  Jack’s jaw clenched again, his thoughts clearly racing.

“Y/N. You’d just gotten out of something so toxic, and then you go straight to Trent. Why…” He asked pleadingly. Jack was struggling to understand why you were so insistent on having a man around you and you’d ask yourself the same but you didn’t like the answer populating in your brain. You wanted to blame your mum’s passing, your dad leaving, Jack still treating you like a little girl but you knew the real blame fell to you. To you, putting yourself in these situations. If it was another girl, you wouldn’t judge so harshly, you’d empathize and tell her Josh was manipulative and abusive, that’s not her fault, but your inner critic was too cynical for that. 

“I know it doesn’t sound great.” You tried to backtrack feeling like you didn’t do a good job explaining and Jack could sense you trying to rectify it all. But for him it was a very clear picture and a very clear picture he didn’t like.  

“Y/N… Doesn’t that seem… I don’t know, like maybe he took advantage of the situation?” Jack asked you with disappointment laced in his words. He looked almost sad. And truth be told he was sad, because he didn’t want to believe that. 

“No,” you said firmly, surprising both yourself and Jack with the strength in your voice. “He didn’t take advantage of me, Jack. He didn’t manipulate me. We... We… we did this in our own time. He wasn’t waiting in the wings. He didn’t even want to that first night because he found me sobbing in the club. He didn’t do anything wrong. Not to me. He’s not Josh.” Jack glanced at you, his expression conflicted. 

“Yeah, well, that’s a low fucking bar, isn’t it?” Jack quipped. You sighed, exasperated. 

“He’s nothing like Josh,” you said quietly but resolutely. “He’s kind. He’s patient. He doesn’t make me feel like I’m walking on eggshells all the time. Jack, I know you’re worried, but Trent is… he’s different. You know he’s not like that.” You were practically begging Jack to believe you. Believe you that Trent didn’t come into your life at the wrong time, but a part of you had never really taken a look at this very clear picture Jack was seeing and right now, in the back of your mind, it was starting to make you anxious. Jack didn’t respond right away, the tension in the car thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, he exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. 

“Alright,” he muttered. “And I know he’s not Josh but I worry about you. Why do you need them? Y/N… you’re so amazing. These guys, they’re not what makes you, you.” He sighed, flashing a quick glance over to you. You looked solemn and defeated, something he wasn’t sure he had noticed before and yet he began to wonder if it had been there the whole time. “Y/N… I want you to do what you want. I want you to be in a relationship with someone because you want to be, because they think you’re so fucking perfect, beautiful, intelligent…” And as Jack began to rattle off all your best attributes, he realized it was all the things Trent had always called you. He sighed. “I want them to value all the things that you are, that make you, you… And if that’s Trent, low it I guess. If it makes you happy.  But if he ever—and I mean ever—hurts you…” Jack’s voice strained again just getting angry by the mere thought of it. 

“He won’t,” you said firmly, cutting him off. Jack shot you a sidelong glance. 

“Yeah, well, we’ll see. I still don’t trust him, not completely. Why wouldn’t he fucking tell me about Josh…” He asked open endedly into the abyss of the car that felt like the roof had been blown off with all the tension. 

“I asked and I’m sorry. But you don’t have to trust him,” you said softly. “You can trust me.” Jack let out a humorless laugh. 

“Yeah, well, trusting you is how we ended up here in the first place.” The words stung, but you knew he didn’t mean them the way they came out. You stayed silent, watching as the road lights blurred past the windows.

“Look,” Jack said after a long pause, his voice softer now. “I’m not trying to be a dick, alright? I just… I can’t stand the thought of anyone hurting you again. Not Josh, not Trent, not anyone.” You nodded, your throat tight with emotion. 

“I know,” you whispered. Jack reached over, resting a hand on your knee briefly before returning it to the wheel. Jack shook his head, his expression softening slightly as he glanced at you again.

 “You should’ve told me. I would’ve done something, Y/N. Anything.” He muttered. 

“I know,” you said, a small, sad smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m telling you now. And… I’m okay now. You know… with Trent… he’s good to me.” You cooed.  Jack’s jaw worked as he processed your words, a mix of guilt and anger swirling in his eyes. 

“You don’t ever have to deal with someone like Josh again, yeah? You’ve got me, Y/N. And if Trent’s the one making you feel safe, then I’ll make sure he knows how much that means and how precarious this all is. He can’t fuck with you. But Josh? He’s done. Never again, yeah?” You reached out, placing a hand gently on his arm. 

“Never. Thank you, Jack.” He nodded, his anger still simmering but his protective instinct now firmly in place. 

Jack leaned against the counter in his kitchen, phone pressed to his ear. He’d spent the entire day replaying everything you’d told him about Josh, trying to reconcile his anger with his protective instincts. Now, as he dialed Trent, his mind raced. He knew he needed to clear the air—but he also needed answers.

“Yo, bro.” Jack said, his voice tight but tense. He trusted Trent as a friend but with you, after knowing everything about Josh, it felt different. But after all, he was still his best friend. 

“Alright?” Trent asked hesitantly, he could feel this was a loaded phone call the second he answered. Jack waited momentarily, taking a deep breath ready to say what he intended to. 

“Mate, you’re a good lad,” Jack started, exhaling deeply. “I’ve been out of line.” The admission wasn’t easy, but it felt necessary to start. He didn’t want Trent to feel like this was some sort of attack. After all, he loved him, this was his best mate.

“Nah, Jack, don’t do that,” Trent replied immediately. “This whole thing—me and Y/N—we never meant for it to get this far without you knowing. I swear, bro. I’m sorry for that.” The sincerity in Trent’s voice was clear, and Jack wanted to let it settle, but hearing him refer to you as ‘we’ gnawed at his nerves. 

“Yeah, well, we ran into Josh today.” He clenched his jaw, his tone still clipped. There was a pause on Trent’s end. Jack pushed forward, his voice hard. “He was being a right dick, but then he mentioned you guys got into a fight.” 

“Erm…” Trent hesitated, clearly treading carefully. “I mean, yeah, at that party, showed up, talking nonsense. Noah hit him, mate. Not me. But yeah, I guess the match was also a bit rough too. Kid’s an ass.” He explained roughly. 

“Yeah, understatement,” he muttered. Then, after a moment, he asked, his voice sharper than he intended, “So you guys knew how he was with her?” Trent’s pause this time was longer, heavier. 

“No, Jack,” he said quietly. “Not at first. I didn’t know anything at all until…” He trailed off, exhaling a shaky breath. Jack knew what the next line was. He’d heard it from you in the car. Trent didn’t want to rat you out, but it was the truth. That’s when he found out. “I found out the night Y/N…” Trent’s voice faltered, and Jack’s grip on the phone tightened.

“Go on,” Jack pressed, his tone low and dangerous. Jack wasn’t keen that Trent was holding back. That once again it seemed he was prioritizing secrecy over your safety. 

“The night she kissed me,” Trent admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Jack’s hand was still gripping the phone as his chest tightened. “But just—hold on, Jack,” Trent said quickly, sensing the tension. Trent wanted to make this right. He knew he had to in order for you and him to work. “Before you say anything, let me explain. I didn’t even know she was there that night. I was out with the lads, and when I saw her…” Trent’s voice cracked slightly recalling it all. It was so out of the blue and yet so blatant. He felt bad he had never noticed. It clearly wasn’t a isolated incident.  “She was sobbing in the club, mate. I went over to see what was wrong, and that’s when I saw her arm.”

“What about her arm?” Jack asked through gritted teeth, though he already had an idea. You told him Josh’s hands were on you but what did Trent know.

“It was bruising,” Trent admitted. “Badly.” Jack felt his stomach drop, his breath catching in his throat. “She kissed me,” Trent continued awkwardly. “I told her we couldn’t, Jack. I promise you. I told her it wasn’t right. That’s not how this started. But I couldn’t just leave her like that.”  Jack stared out the back window, his mind racing. The image of you, bruised and sobbing, made his chest ache in a way he couldn’t describe. 

“So you’ve known about all this for a while now, yeah?” Jack clenched his jaw, speaking after a long pause. 

“It wasn’t like that,” Trent said quickly, his voice tight. “I didn’t let her do anything. She kissed me, yeah, but I stopped it, Jack. I told her we couldn’t—” Trent tried to explain but the initial hurt of you and Trent together at all came rushing back. 

“But you didn’t tell me!” Jack shot back. “You knew what was happening to her, and instead of coming to me, you decided to swoop in and—” Jack started to point blame. 

“Don’t,” Trent interrupted, his tone firm now. “Don’t act like I took advantage of her, because I didn’t. I’d never do that, Jack. Never, and you fucking know it.” Jack gritted his teeth, pacing now. 

“You knew she was vulnerable. You knew she’d just gotten out of something horrible. How do I know you didn’t see that as your chance?” He asked almost tauntingly. 

“Because you know me. You know I care about her,” Trent said simply. Your conversation in the car with Jack and his acceptance was hazy in the back of his mind. He couldn’t hear Trent out. He wasn’t sure he wanted to anymore.  “I didn’t want anything from her, Jack. I just wanted her to be okay.” Jack stopped pacing, his grip tightening on the phone again. 

“You expect me to believe that, bro? You realize how fucked up this all is? He was abusing her and then you found her and hid her away for a couple months fucking her behind my back… And you want to tell me you had no intention of getting with her?” He asked. Jack was fuming. The past couple months, summer into fall and winter seemed fine, he had a girl, you seemed retreated but things were fine, and yet all of this was going on right under his nose. 

“I didn’t plan for it to happen,” Trent admitted. “But yeah, I fell for her. I didn’t mean to, but I did. It happened so gradually. Years bro and then it finally opened up. And I’ve done everything I can to make sure she feels safe and loved, not fucking worthless like that kid made her feel. I know you think I took advantage, but I didn’t.” Jack rubbed a hand over his face, trying to process Trent’s words. 

“Then why’d you hide her. Why’d you hide the whole thing if she’s not worthless to you?” Jack asked but his words weren’t threatening anymore, no, his tone had fallen somewhere between despair and hope. He wanted Trent to be the good guy here. Rooting for his friend but at the same time his brotherly instincts wouldn’t waiver. 

“We didn’t plan to hide it. Honestly, I didn’t know what to do. I felt like a shit friend.” Trent earnestly told him. Jack scoffed exacerbated on the line. “Nah, seriously, I didn’t know what to do because it’s not like it was some hook up I didn’t think about, I didn’t dream about. God, Jack you know I’ve loved her for years. Everyone thinks it was this one way street, that Y/N pined after me but I was there to, I returned it every fucking time, every look, every touch, every word, I hit the ball back to her because… I loved her. And… and finally she finally opens the door for me. Albeit, bad circumstances, but there’s more to her, more to her and I than that. I finally got my chance with the girl of my dreams and I’m sorry it came at the cost of your trust. I genuinely have just been trying to be good to her. Take care of her.” Trent took a deep breath, both terrified yet relieved it was all on the table. Everyone had shown their hands. 

“You should’ve come to me,” he said finally, his voice quieter now.

“I know,” Trent agreed. “And I’m sorry for that. I just… I didn’t want to betray her. She wasn’t ready to tell anyone, Jack, not even you.” Jack let out a long sigh, leaning back against the counter. 

“She says you’ve been good to her. Good for her. Says you’ve helped her. Make her feel loved” Jack confessed coming back to reality. The reality that he knew Trent wasn’t like Josh, not even one bit. 

“I am good to her,” Trent said softly. He said it in a way that Jack knew he was being honest.  There was a heavy silence, both of them letting the weight of the conversation sink in. Jack knew it was time to set his pride to the side. 

“Look, Trent,” Trent said quietly, his tone softening. “I know it’s not my place to say, ultimately it’s on her but…” Jack sighed. “I’m glad you make her feel good. When it’s all said and done, yeah, it hurts, but thank you for making sure she was okay. She’s lucky to have you looking out for her. I don’t want her with anyone who doesn’t treat her like she’s the most perfect thing in the world.”  Trent swallowed hard, the words hitting him in a way he didn’t expect. He didn’t expect Jack to change his tune so soon. “And I’ve seen you embarrass yourself for her for years so I know you think that.” He admitted, finally revealing he saw it all. Trent laughed gently. “She’s a handful, though, mate. Just warning you.” There was a brief silence before Trent chuckled lightly, the sound easing some of the tension between them. 

“I’ve known that,” he said, the smile evident in his voice. Jack smirked despite himself, shaking his head. 

“Good luck, then. You’ll need it mate.” Jack smirked, resorting to a joke at your expense trying to come to terms with this. 

“I’ll take my chances,” Trent replied confidently. Jack leaned back into the counter, the weight of the conversation still heavy on his shoulders. 

“Just… take care of her, yeah?” Jack cooed gently. Images of you flashed in his mind. He searched for all the times he’d seen you actually happy, not drunk at a club smiling and dancing, but happy, safe, at home,  and that’s when this picture somehow clearer than the last, came to his mind. Movie night, tucked neatly off in the corner of the sofa all along, an inch too close, right beside you and underneath his nose had always been Trent. 

“Always, mate,” Trent said firmly. “Always.”

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WARNINGS: SLIGHT DUBCON, threesome, unprotected sex, impact play, cuckolding, choking, spit roasting, oral (m&f), spanking, degradation, edging.

WC: 2.6K

Vernon gets Cheol to help you learn some respect.

“Stop with the shit.” Vernon grits out in a whisper.

“Fuck you.” you say with venom in your voice.

Cheol rolls his eyes at you. He knows Vernon undeniably has a soft spot for you, but to let you talk to him like that in front of their colleagues? That’s just unacceptable. He grips your thigh from under the table, making you turn to him.

“Act like you have some sense, yea?” he whispers to you with a raised eyebrow.

Vernon knows you probably want to go home but that’s simply not an option. You have to sit here until business is done, no questions asked. You look at Cheol and then Vernon who's absolutely seething. Not only is his “lovely” girlfriend disrespecting him, but you’re embarrassing him in front of everyone. Cheol knows you aren't acting like this on purpose, you just feel so uncomfortable around these people. The guy sitting across from you is staring straight at your tits, you don’t know why Vernon is making you stay here.

“Y/N, go wait for me outside.” Vernon grits out.

Cheol watches you hesitantly walk outside, feeling all eyes on you.

“Lets resume.” Cheol says.

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When the meeting ends you’re sitting on a couch outside the private room of the club on your phone.

Cheol walks up to you and grasps your chin, tilting your head up to him. Your eyes widen at this.

“Come with me Y/N.”

He can practically hear your thoughts, presumably wondering where your lovely boyfriend is.

“Don’t worry about him, ok?”

Your eyes widen more, making him chuckle.

“I won’t tell you again, let's go.”

You get up and follow him, calling and texting Vernon to no response. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t scared of Cheol.

Once in the car you muster up the courage to ask “Where is Vernon?”

“He’s busy, he asked me to take you home.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You hear the bedroom door open and close but you can’t take your eyes off Cheol. He’s towering over you and not saying a word. You gulp, fear taking over as you shrink further into the bed. He grabs your chin, tilting your head up.

“Why won’t you listen to him?” Cheol softly asks in his deep voice.

“I do listen to him.” you say breathlessly.

“If you did, we wouldn't be here. Don’t lie to me.” he says with an annoyed sigh. “I’ll ask again, why don’t you listen to him?”

You look behind his shoulder at Vernon, who's now sitting on the armchair in the corner of the room, a smirk gracing his lips

“I like to get him upset.” you whisper.

“You like to get him upset? Well that's no way to treat your man.” he says with a fake pout. “Vernon is so sweet to you and this is how you treat him?” Cheol spits, lightly running his finger down your chest.

“He’s mean to me.” you pout.

“What do you think about that, Vernon?” He speaks without breaking eye contact with you.

“I think she’s ungrateful.” Vernon says, getting up and walking to the bed. “I think I’ve spoiled her. I let her get away with everything without complaints.” he cups your face and continues, “I’m so good to you, yet you want to say I’m mean? Cheol here will show you what being mean looks like.” He places a chaste kiss on your lips and whispers against them. “I don’t want to hear you begging me for help.”

You watch him walk away from you and sit on the chair again until your view is blocked by Cheol again.

“Can’t say I haven’t been waiting for this day to come. I love making pretty girls cry.”

You feel yourself clench on nothing. Your mind is running wild, wondering how they even agreed to this, why vernon is ok with it and what the fuck is about to happen to you.

You open your mouth to speak but Cheol grips your hair tightly.

‘“I don’t want to hear a word out of that bratty little mouth.” he growls.

“Well that's not very fair when all you do is run your mouth.” you snap back.

He chuckles and looks at you with wide eyes. “I’m gonna fucking break you.” he growls.

He drags you down the bed by your hair and pulls you over his lap. You squirm against him, trying to break free from his hold on your hips. You feel a harsh spank against your ass making you pause. Did this motherfucker just spank you? You look at Vernon for help but he’s scrolling through his phone, looking uninterested.

“Don’t act so shocked. Bad girls get punished right?” he snickered.

“You're an asshole.” you grit out, earning you a slap to your other cheek.

“Keep it coming, sweets.” he says with a laugh.

You huff but remain silent, the spanking lowkey damaging your pride. He slowly pulls down your panties, sucking in a deep breath at the string of arousal connecting your panties to your soaking cunt.

“I think you like this more than you’re letting on.”

“It’s not for you.” He punctuates your sentence with another spank, even harder than the last.

He pulls your head back by your hair, looking you in the eye “Keep that mouth shut before I gag you.”

He lets go of your hair and you flop back down, forcing yourself to remain quiet.

He rubs his index finger through your folds, groaning at the wetness. “You always get this wet for other men? I’d think you didn't even like Vernon at this rate.”

“That's not true, I love him.” you say getting pissed off. What is he trying to imply?

He spanks you again, running his fingers over the welts starting to form due to his rings. “You love him? You sure do love another man playing with your pussy though.” he says, pinching your clit making you yelp.

“Stay still. Good girls take what they are given. Unless you want me to stop?”

“No, don't stop.” you groan.

He leans to whisper in your ear, “And you say you love him?”

Tears began to well in your eyes out of frustration. He begins a steady rhythm on your clit, holding your hips down to stop you from moving.

“Such a pretty pussy.” he whispers. “If I wasn't a better man I’d steal you from him. Not before teaching you some manners first.”

He slides a finger inside, feeling your warmth. “So fucking tight too, look at how you’re sucking me in. Too bad I’m gonna ruin this perfect little hole”

He slides a second in once you get loose enough, thrusting in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace. You begin to whine and buck your hips as he purposefully misses your G-spot. “Is there something you want?” he asks in a condescending tone.

You groan, knowing if you speak he’ll spank you. “Didn’t think so.” he says with a laugh, slightly picking up his pace. The tears in your eyes start to fall, feeling your mind and body become conflicted.

“Are you crying? Youre fucking pathetic.” he spits watching you huff in anger. “Is there an issue? “ he laughs. “You’re not telling me what you want, Doll. And you won’t like what happens if I have to guess” he says, smoothing your ass with his free hand.

Is this a trap? He did give you permission to speak right?

“You’re messing with me.” you breathe out anxiously.

“Messing with you?” He wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. “No, I’m not messing with you. I’m just teaching you a lesson” he spits, spanking you again.

Fuck, you can feel your skin splitting. “That hurts” you whimper.

He spanks you again. “If it hurt that bad you’d shut that slutty little mouth wouldn't you? I think you like this.” he says, pushing you off his lap and onto the bed.

“You want someone to treat you like a whore right? Play with you? Torment you? I’m sure sweet little Vernon doesn't give you what you want right?”

You shake your head No, earning a slap to the face. He squishes your cheeks and pulls your face to his. “What did I say about lying to me?”

“Fuck you.” you grit out.

He chuckles under his breath. “Lay on your back for me.”

You oblige, not wanting to be punished anymore.Your ass is on fire due to you sitting on it but you don’t have it in you to complain, feeling your resolve crumble. He pushes your legs open and kisses down your thighs, sucking and biting into the soft flesh. He pushes your knees to your chest and licks a long stripe up your cunt, both him and Vernon groaning in unison.

“Tastes so good, what a whore like you do to deserve such a sweet pussy?”

He doesn't give you time to gather your thoughts, diving into you making your toes curl. He goes straight for your clit, lightly biting it with his teeth.

“Don’t be scared to moan for me, baby.” he says with a smirk, watching your eyes dart to Vernon.

He doesn't hesitate to add two fingers, aiming directly for the spongy spot deep inside of you.

“Fuck” you groan out, tensing up because you spoke, scared he’ll stop. Thankfully he seems to not have heard you, licking and sucking on your clit and speeding up his fingers. The tension from earlier is hitting you and you can feel the orgasm coming. You clench down on his fingers just to feel them abruptly withdraw from you. You shoot up and look at him with wide eyes.

“Now don’t tell me you were stupid enough to think I’d let you cum.” he says with a laugh.

You huff out a breath and plop down on the bed. “Not so fast, Doll. Get on your knees.” he says, unbuttoning his pants enough to pull his cock out. You scramble to the floor and on your knees, scared about what he'll do if you don’t listen.

“Look at you being a good girl.” he praises and it goes straight to your head. You feel like you’re floating.

You look at his cock and your eyes widen. He’s huge, like a little too big. You thought Vernon had the biggest dick you’ve seen but you’re clearly wrong. You realize you’ve boosted his ego when he smirks. “Don’t look too shocked, doll.”

You roll your eyes earning another slap to the face. “Tongue out.”

You stick your tongue out and he taps the head of his cock against it. He drags his fingers to the base of your throat. “I’m gonna put it all the way down here.” he smirks sadistically. “Get it nice and wet for me. And don’t use your hands, I wanna see you struggle.”

Fucking hell.

You spit directly on his tip and use your lips to spread it around, already getting messy. You suck in a deep breath and start slowly taking in as much as you can. After a few minutes he groans. “I don’t have all fucking day.” he spits and thrusts as deep as he can down your throat making your eyes widen. He pulls out with a laugh watching you cough and attempt to catch your breath.

“Didn’t like that, huh?”

You glare at him but listen when he says to open your mouth again. “Better hold on tight.” he whispers.

He holds your head and slides his cock down your throat, hitting the base like he promised. He begins thrusting, causing spit to gather at the sides of your mouth. You can barely breathe, feeling light headed but too enamored by the sight before you. His dark hair is messy and his face is curled up in pleasure. “Throat feels so fucking good.” he moans out, beginning to batter your throat, cutting off your breath completely. You tighten up on him, running out of air. He pulls out, watching you hunch over and try to catch your breath. You're ruined already, covered in spit, sweat and precum.

“You really are a whore.” Vernon pipes up for the first time in a while. You look at him with a pout, but he has a straight face.

“Focus on me, Doll.” Cheol says, helping you get back on the bed. He puts you on all fours and arches your back. You're staring straight into Vernon’s eyes as Cheol slides in raw. You can’t help the moan you let out, feeling yourself get stretched. He’s hitting all the right spots and you feel your knees getting weak. He pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, launching you forward. “Fucking hell.” he mumbles, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting hard and fast. You can barely catch your breath, the wind knocked out of you everytime he slams into you. You grip the sheets tightly, feeling your wetness leak down your legs. You try to run, but he pulls you back every time, punishing you. You don’t know when you started crying but your face feels wet. You look Vernon in the eye and whimper out his hame.

He stands up and casually walks to the bed.

“What is it, baby? You want me to help you?” he asks, petting your head. “You never listen to me, so why should I help you now?”

You’ve never heard your sweet Vernon sound so sadistic, this is clearly bringing a different side out of him.

“Please.” you cry out, feeling the soreness in your throat.

“How about this? You suck my cock and if I believe you’re sorry I’ll make him let you cum, Ok?”

You nod furiously, reaching for his pants with shaky hands. You rub him from base to tip, squeezing his head.

“Fuck” he moans out quietly.

You spit on his tip watching it leak down. He looks at you pointedly and you get to work, fitting as much as you can into your mouth and stroking the rest with your hand. Cheol’s brutal thrusts send you deeper and deeper into Vernon’s cock but it’s not enough.

“C’mon baby I just saw you do better than that. Take me all the way.”

Cheol puts his hand on the back of your head and pushes you all the way down Vernon’s cock. Your nose grazes his pubic bone and you try to focus on his breathing. Cheol places his hands on your hips again, fucking you onto Vernon’s cock with every thrust. You feel beyond overwhelmed, stuffed full.

“This feel good, baby?” Vernon asks, smoothing his hands down your spine.

You dumbly hum around his cock, unable to think any thoughts.

“Cock got you dumb, Doll?” Cheol asks, angling his hips up in an attempt to push you over the edge. You moan onto Vernon’s cock, the vibrations pushing him over the edge. He pushes in as far as he can, shooting his cum down your throat and pulling out, shooting some on your face. You gasp for air, trying to swallow the remnants of him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum too.” Cheol groans, swiftly pulling out of you and cumming on your face as well. The mixture of spit and cum makes you feel disgusting.

“You look like a fucking slut.” Vernon says, making you pout some more. Your brain feels like it’s turned off. “I didn't get to cum.”

They both look at you like you spoke a foreign language. Cheol grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. “And you aren't going to. When you learn to behave Vernon will let you cum.”

He tucks himself back into his pants and makes his way to the door. He looks as put together as when he got here. He turns around and looks you dead in the eye. “If Vernon has to call me again, I’ll leave that tight little asshole feeling as sore as that throat.”

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Unexpected Love (Ha Do-yeong & Jeon Jae-jun)

pairings: Ha Do-yeong x Fem!Reader, Jeon Jae-jun x Fem!Reader.

word count: 1.904

genre: fluffy, smut.

summary: In unusual situations, love can arise.

warnings: shy Do-yeong, drinking, kissing, grinding, blowjob, cum on face, annoying Jae-jun (start), swearing, groping, riding, shy reader running away from Jae-jun, romantic Jae-jun (?).

a/n: hey guys, I'm placing orders now... I had no internet these days, so I'm late! patience sweethearts 😭🤲🏻

request: yes, I just forgot to reply 😭

Ha Do-yeong

★ Do-yeong saw you for the first time at a business meeting, you were a partner in one of the companies that wanted to partner with his company. You looked stunning in a tight knee-length skirt, a gray blazer and a white blouse, simple but in Ha's eyes it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He was so shy with her presence that he had to gather strength to talk to her about the company, her sweet and gentle voice made the hairs on his skin stand up and his heart beat faster in his chest.

★ After several formal meetings between business partners, he asked you out, you smiled at how he seemed nervous and was denying that he wanted to take advantage of you, that he wasn't that kind of man. He said he would pick him up at home and he did, wearing one of his expensive suits, he stopped in front of his house; Do-yeong went out to open the door for you and when he saw you leaving his house in a long dress that perfectly hugged your body, his jaw dropped to the floor, struck by your beauty, if you were already beautiful at work, imagine casually. He opened the car door so nervous that his hands were sweating, him praising how you were doing, the drive to the restaurant was him trying to stop praising you with every word that came out of your mouth as you giggled softly at his cuteness.

★ Dinner was something magical, the restaurant was so elegant and luxurious, there were candles on the tables in the room, music softly playing in the background, orders were made while you talked about your personal lives and ended up talking about work. The minutes you spent together, full of laughter and compliments, all very polite and romantic, you realized that there was something about him that attracted you, you liked him and his gentlemanly way.

★ He took her to a more private area of the restaurant, where there was a deck, the moonlight shining along with some candles, comfortable armchairs, couples hugging each other because of the cold while holding a glass of wine. Do-yeong ordered two glasses, standing up next to you in one of the armchairs and saying that he loved meeting you, how brilliant you are and an excellent worker.

★ With the arrival of the wine, he felt really shy, becoming more smiling and flirtatious, he noticed that you were starting to shrink, he took off his own blaze and placed it on your shoulders to keep you warm. In a moment, your eyes met, smiles on your faces, your hearts beating in sets, warm and excited, then, you separated the distance between you, kissing his lips, him feeling your soft and plump lips on his, a kiss calm and passionate, followed by several other kisses.

★ He quickly paid the bill and took it home, his hand on your thigh as he drove. When they arrived in front of your house, you pulled him inside and started kissing, this time being more hot and needy, you looked into his eyes to see if he wanted that too, when he gave the green flag, devouring him. You became so fierce, maybe it was because of the glasses of wine you drank. He almost died when you took off your dress and threw it away, just stripping down to your lingerie and sitting on his lap, your eyes on his and saying, "I know I'm not that kind of person, just like you, but you're so sweet that I need it. You seem so right." you whimpered into his ear.

★ You started rubbing against him, so softly. Some murmurs came out of his mouth as she kissed him and his hands wandered around his waist. He kisses down her neck and his hands go to her breasts to massage, pressing them against her bra. Your hands unbuttoning his shirt, reaching his belt buckle, you got up from him and knelt in front of him, pulling down his pants, so submissive to him, his thick and big cock, barely closed in your hand, you almost worried if would fit you. You licked his glans, which expelled pre-semen, making him moan, licking the length to his balls, leaving no part unattended.

★ Your mouth wrapped around the head of his cock and swallowed it, putting it down your throat and taking it out, his head moving up and down, him murmuring how good you were doing, he grabbed a handful of your hair, starting to pump it into your mouth from behind of your pleasure, when his hips stuttered and you took him out of your mouth, cupping the valley of your soft breasts and stimulating him again until he released jets of cum covering your breasts and your chin.

★ He mumbled something watching you lick your chin until he got up and climbed onto you making you let out a little scream, lying on your back on the soft sofa, without delay, stuffing your insides and starting to pound you, your moans being music to his ears , begging him to go faster as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails hurting his shoulders and back. The sound of their skin slapping together, their sweaty bodies, sloppy kisses, their stained skin, panting and needing an orgasm.

★ He pounded into you more, feeling on edge as he shed a few tears as he moaned that he was close. You came in a strong orgasm, screaming loudly as you arched his back, pressing your chest to his, he hit it a few more times until he withdrew and came on your thigh. Silence filled the place, as he looked at you, brushing a few strands of hair off your sweaty face and gave you a gentle smile, saying: "I never imagined you would do something like that. You are unreal.", leaving you shy as you hid the face on his neck and he laughed in his own way.

Jeon Jae-jun

★ When you met Jae-jun, you found him irritating and presumptuous, thinking that the world revolved around him and he could have everything he had whenever he wanted. But you wouldn't say that, because he was his boss. The way he treated his employees was that of an arrogant and annoying boss, you and the others always had to swallow the complaints coming from Jeon in silence.

★ He wasn't the sweetest person in the world, but I must admit that he was handsome and seductive, it depended on what he was using that charm for, he was actually nice. Good, kind. One night, it was raining a lot and you were the only one there to close the store, there was no way to go with the storm on the other side of the window, it was heavy rain.

★ His eyes were looking outside when suddenly his boss came out of the "fitting room", upon seeing you he turned off his phone and put it away. "What the fuck, this all of a sudden!" He complained seeing that he couldn't get out of there so soon. "Are you still here? Oh, why?" Jeon addressed you. "I was closing the store, I didn't know you were there." She answered his question shyly.

★ He mumbled a few more things, walking side to side, until everything went dark. The light went away with the storm, of course; Bad place and time for this. "What the hell- We pay the power bill this month?" He asked again, receiving a nod. He took off his blazer with the heat that was starting to form, you swallowed hard seeing his muscular body, quickly looking away.

★ He sat next to you, his cell phone went dead and if he walked a little further it would ring louder. The silence was occupied by the sound of rain outside, not knowing what to do, nervous. You always denied that you had a crush on your boss, even if he was a scumbag, he was hot. Jae-jun looked at you, taking in your features and realizing how beautiful you were, his eyes traveling down the side of your face to your breasts trapped in your work blazer. "You're pretty, wow." He praised without thinking and you gasped. "What?" You asked and when you went to turn around, you felt his lips on yours.

★ He held the back of your head, kissing your lips in a rough, therefore delicate, way. At first, hesitant until you reciprocate. Just pulling away when he was out of breath, seeing his bruised lips, starting to kiss down, leaving open-mouthed kisses on his neck, unbuttoning his blazer and throwing it in some corner of the floor. So confused and excited that your shaking hands didn't know what to do, what were you doing? His hands quickly moving up to take off their clothes.

★ You barely remember how you got to the dressing room, sitting on your boss's dick while he said dirty things in your ears, fucking your brains out until your brains were mush. The rain falling heavily, the heat of the room and their bodies feeling as if they were on fire from the lack of light, their sweaty, thrashing bodies causing sounds that filled the room, their stained necks, messy hair, dizzy with pleasure and eager to reach its peak.

★ "Fuck! I never thought your pussy would be so good to fuck. I should have done it sooner Y/N, you're so hot." He said thrusting his hips into you, moaning together and kissing your lips in a way that made your hearts catch fire. Why is he saying these things? You thought, he wasn't that kind of person, but you weren't caring at the moment, feeling her dick kiss your cervix, making you moan louder. Both tired and overwhelmed, reaching their limits, so sensitive and weak, their bodies becoming limp until they lay down straight on the couch.

★ In the following days, you didn't speak to each other, you barely looked into his eyes, out of shame and shyness, you had sex with your boss, at the place you work, you just wanted to get into the ground even more because you couldn't get him out of own head. Intrusive thoughts causing excitement as he worked, flash of him fucking you in every position imaginable, abusing and filling your pussy perfectly with his thick, robust cock. When he would appear when you had these thoughts, making you blush and dizzy, always finding a way to escape.

★ Until one day, he cornered you. "Why are you running away from me?", quickly responding saying that he wasn't and that he was just doing his job, until an: "Um… Are you still thinking about me fucking your pussy?", his head shaking negatively, completely flushed and embarrassed. "It's okay. I hope you are, because I haven't stopped thinking about you since that day." Jae-jun whispered until he kissed you in a different, passionate and unusual way, your heart melting in your chest until he pulled away and smiled. "Tomorrow, at 8pm. I'll pick you up at your house, wear your best clothes." he said before kissing your lips again and leaving, leaving a red and confused you, almost bursting with happiness.