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lushrue · 4 months ago

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dinner party (nsfw)

ghoap x fem!reader

cw: oral (m and f receiving), dubcon (sort of?), voyeurism, dom ghost

it was supposed to be a normal dinner party.

by all accounts, it had been up to this point. it wasn’t unusual for your husband to invite the men he worked with over for dinner, especially johnny. the man lives alone, he’d said, least I can do is give ‘em a nice home-cooked meal every once in a while. you always pulled out the stops, cooking something bordering on gourmet that the mess halls couldn’t even hope to replicate. tonight, it had been grilled salmon with wild rice and roasted asparagus.

conversation over dinner was normal, aided by the wine and whiskey loosening everyone’s lips. you’re far more sociable than simon is, but that doesn't take much, so the alcohol kept the words flowing freely. it wasn’t until after dinner that things started to shift.

the three of you settled in the living room with your respective spirits, wrapping up the night with friendly conversation over light dessert. you moved to your usual spot in the armchair beside the bookshelf, but the sound of simon clicking his tongue at you stopped you in your tracks. he was sat in his own chair nearest the sofa, legs spread like a king on his throne. you couldn’t quite keep your eyes from wandering, admiring the way his jeans clung to his thighs. he met your gaze, the corner of his lips quirked up in a mischievous smirk. he patted his thigh and you felt embarrassment burn your cheeks.

you glanced over to johnny, as if to remind simon that you had company, but he didn’t seem to care. his dark eyes stayed fixed on you, silence falling over the room as johnny’s gaze followed his lieutenant’s. simon cocked his head, a gesture that you recognized as obey or else. you didn’t feel like testing the waters tonight, so you padded over to him, perching yourself on his thigh.

your husband’s arm snaked around your waist as you swirled your wine in your glass, staring at the whirlpool it created to distract you from the way johnny was eyeing you. simon had pulled you onto his lap for a reason, and part of you wondered if it wasn’t entirely selfish motivation that had you positioned here. simon’s hand stroked over the crushed velvet of the dress he’d insisted you wear, sliding down to grip your ass occasionally when you got too fidgety.

conversation gradually turned to their work, so you tuned them out. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested; most of it just flew over your head. it gave you time to focus on the way your husband was feeling you up. his hand never stayed in one place too long, sliding from your shoulder to your spine to the nape of your neck and down. it made shivers run down your spine, goosebumps rising on your arms and legs the longer it continued. despite your squirming, you managed to stay ladylike, a metaphorical aspirin between your knees as the two men talked.

“so, how’s y’r sex life?” simon asked, which snapped you back to attention. johnny seemed just as bewildered as you did at the question, his cheeks flushed scarlet beneath the stubble. you nudged simon’s shoulder, shaking your head at him. “simon, that’s not polite,” you said, but he didn’t pay you any mind. he was too busy watching johnny fluster and scramble to find his words. “l.t., I-” he started, but simon held up a hand to stop him. “nah, don’ play dumb with me, lad. heard ya jus’ the other day in the rec room. talkin’ about how ya haven’t had a good shag in months, somethin’ like tha’.”

you were just as embarrassed as johnny was now. you knew simon wasn’t the most tactful of men, but this was a whole other level. johnny stuttered around his words, trying to find some kind of reply that was appropriate for the situation. nothing would be appropriate for this situation, you thought. simon just chuckled, his hand rubbing the plush cheek of your ass. “look how flustered ‘e is, lovie,” he said to you, finally giving you his full attention. “poor man, doesn’ have a good bird like I do. no one to cook ‘im a nice dinner and keep ‘is cock wet.”

as flustered as you were, the words sent a jolt straight to your core. taking care of your husband was a sense of pride for you. you got a primal satisfaction out of sinking to your knees and sucking him dry after he’d had a hard day. it meant the world to you when his shoulders sagged and released the burden that he’d been carrying, all at your hands. you shifted on his lap, pressing your thighs together to get some relieving friction.

simon looked back at johnny, who seemed just as affected. he had his hands clasped over his lap, his gaze cast down at the throw rug like it was the most interesting thing he’d ever seen. “ya wanna know wha’ it’s like, sergeant?” simon asked, his voice dropping into a register only you got to hear. “wanna feel my sweet, pretty dove wrapped aroun’ ya?” johnny jolted like he’d been shocked with a prod, wide blue eyes looking up at his commanding officer. there was bewilderment there, you noticed. clearly, he hadn’t been expecting this. but behind the surprise, there was something more carnal. he looked hungry, like a mutt begging for scraps from the table.

your husband placed a firm hand on your back, taking the wine glass from your hands and coaxing you to stand. “g’won, lovie. on your knees for our bashful lad, hmm?” simon’s choice of words struck you. our. this was for both of you, not just simon. the two of you had discussed the idea of a threesome once, but it felt like a pipe dream then. you’d expressed interest, never really expecting simon to share but confessing your fantasy all the same. and now, here it was. Happening.

you did as you were told, kneeling in front of the sofa where johnny was. from this angle, you could see how harshly his chest was rising and falling, his breath quick and uncertain. it brought you a strange sense of satisfaction that you could fluster a special ops soldier so easily. you sat there expectantly, but johnny didn’t move. he just stared at you, almost the same way he’d stared at his dinner plate before digging in. his eyes traced the contours of your body, over your shoulders and down to your full chest, over your breasts and down to the plush of your stomach and thighs where they pressed against your dress.

“starin’ won’ make ‘er cum, johnny,” simon quipped. you drew in a sharp breath, glancing back over your shoulder at your husband. he clicked his tongue again, motioning back towards johnny. “ah-ah, keep your eyes on ‘im, precious. he needs y’r attention more’n I do.” you looked back up at johnny dutifully, your lips parting slightly as you waited for him to do something, anything. the fabric of the rug was biting into your knees, making you a tad uncomfortable. “she’s yer wife, simon, I cannae jus’-” “you can an’ you will,” simon interrupted. “the only way she gets any pleasure tonigh’ is by your hand, an’ I don’t let my wife go to bed unsatisfied.” you let out a whine at that, the stakes so much higher now that you knew the terms. johnny just had to touch you.

“steamin’ jesus,” the Scot cursed under his breath, your whine sending a spark of pleasure between his legs. he’d never heard a woman make that sound before, especially not at the prospect of being pleased by him. “i can touch ‘er?” he asked, but he didn’t look at simon for an answer. his stare was more intense, sizing you up, deciding which piece of you would be most juicy to sink his teeth into. simon hummed in amusement. “unless y’r bloody telekinetic, s’pose ya have to, don’ ya?” simon responded, shifting in his chair. you heard the zipper of his jeans go down and it was almost painful that you couldn’t look at him.

johnny reached forward, taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger. he stroked his thumb along your jaw, shuddering on his exhale. “y’r so soft,” he breathed out, marvelling at the beauty of you on your knees. you lean your head into his touch, following the pulls and pushes of his hand as he inspects you. “such a bonnie bird,” he cooed, spreading his legs and pulling you in closer to him. you shuffle forward, settling yourself more squarely between his knees.

“simon says ya suck cock like a dream. is he righ’?” johnny asked. you nod, leaning forward to mouth at his crotch through his jeans. you could feel how hard he was already from barely having touched you. instead of focusing on the fact that simon was going around blabbing about your blowjob skills, you chose to take in as much of johnny’s musk as you could through his pants. you couldn’t quite smell him, but there was the barest hint of his body wash peeking through.

simon had started stroking himself to the sight of both of you, the wet shlick reaching your ears and emboldening you. knowing that your husband was enjoying this ignited a fire that started in your core and spread through your veins. johnny got the same motivation, locking eyes with simon for only a moment before shoving his jeans and boxers down. you gasp at the suddenness of it, placing your hands on his bare thighs to steady yourself. before you can fully get your bearings, johnny grabs the back of your head and shoves you down.

he’s not as long as simon, but he’s certainly thicker. he fills your mouth almost instantly, your cheeks aching a little with the stretch. you and johnny moan in unison, your eyes fluttering shut as johnny’s hand balls up in your hair. simon chuckles behind you, his hand tightening around himself. “tha’s it, lad. fuck ‘er mouth good, she likes it a bit rough.”

johnny’s hips start thrusting, the ruddy tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. tears bead up in the corners of your eyes, whimpers and moans giving johnny some vibration as he fucks your throat. you applauded yourself for the decision not to wear mascara; cleaning the tears and spit from your face would be difficult enough. saliva dribbled down johnny’s length, wetting your lips as you hollowed your cheeks. the salt of him coated your tongue, precum leaking down your throat. above you, johnny was grunting and groaning like a rutting bull, thrusting into your mouth with abandon. “how’s my girl feel, johnny?” simon asked, his voice sounding strained. hearing just how affected they both were had your pussy dripping with arousal. “fuck, si, she’s…ah, so warm. fuckin’ milkin’ me.”

your tongue traced the protruding vein on the underside of johnny’s cock, delighting in the shudder you earned from him. it didn’t take long after that for him to finish down your throat. you swallowed every drop, taking in everything he offered. he was more bitter than simon, but you enjoyed it all the same. you pulled your mouth off of johnny’s cock with a wet pop, peeking up at him with heavy lidded eyes. the man you saw was not the man who’d sat across from you at dinner. he looked downright feral, grabbing you like a man possessed. he pulled you up from the floor, laying you out on the sofa and tugging your underwear down.

before johnny tossed them away, he held them to his nose, drinking in the smell of you. he groaned, balling the fabric up in his fists. “y’r bird smells like heav’n, l.t.,” he rasped, dropping the panties and fixing his wild gaze back on you. “bet she tastes even better.” without any further warning, he dipped his head between your thighs, thick tongue lapping up the moisture from your cunt. you squealed in surprise, throwing your head back against the cushions. simon bit back a curse behind his hand, watching his best friend devour his wife like his last meal. the mere thought was enough to make him spill all over his hand and stomach, his release silent so as not to distract johnny.

you didn’t think anything could. your thighs clamped around his head to keep him in place, but it was hardly necessary. even the rapture couldn’t pull him away from your pussy and the nectar that dripped from it. as much as you enjoyed the feeling, johnny wasn’t as coordinated as simon was. his tongue was wild, moving for his pleasure rather than yours.

you twitched and moaned when he would happen to graze your clit, hoping that he’d get the hint, but he never did. there was no technique, no purpose. johnny came up for air, hazy eyes meeting yours. he was pussy-drunk, your juices shining on his lips and chin. he nosed at the inside of your plush thigh, sinking his teeth into the fat there. it stung and your back arched, reaching down to push his head away. the sting wasn’t pleasurable, not compared to his tongue against your cunt.

the moment simon caught the resistance from you, he was on his feet, yanking johnny back by his mohawk. the Scot gasped, back arching as simon held his hair tight in his fist. “easy, mutt,” simon growled in johnny’s ear, pushing his head down to look at you. “tha’s my girl, and y’r gonna treat ‘er with the respect she deserves. not some blushin’ virgin tha’s never had a woman, are ya?” johnny huffed, taking the question as an insult to his manhood. “‘course not,” he said, voice tense and strained. simon shook johnny’s head, then released his hair. “didn’ think so. remember y’r place, treat ‘er right.”

the scolding from simon had leveled johnny, forced him to slow down and think with his brain and not his cock. you twitched and whined as he paid more attention to your aching clit, swollen and puffy with desire. your hips bucked against your will, pressing against johnny’s tongue harder.

finally, his tongue pushed inside you, caressing your walls. you clenched around him, tension building in your lower stomach. “don’t stop, fuck, don’t stop!” you begged, chest heaving. simon appeared at your side, stroking your hair. his gaze was soft, admiring, a welcome contrast to johnny’s. “cum on his tongue, love. he’s been waitin’ for it, not gonna stop ‘til he gets it.” those words were all it took to push you over the edge, shuddering and whining as johnny licked you through your orgasm.

you felt floaty after, the pleasure of having your husband’s best friend eat you out while your husband watched going straight to your head. there were cooed praises and kisses to your cheeks, but you weren’t entirely sure who they came from. hushed words were exchanged at your feet, then johnny was zipping himself up and kissing you goodbye. simon wrapped you in your favorite fuzzy blanket, the gentle sway of his gait soothing you as he carried you to the bedroom. once he’d laid you on the bed, he started to leave, but your soft hum and hand on his arm stopped him. “si? can we do that again?” you asked, voice soft and wrecked.

simon just chuckled, brushing your hair away from your face. “don’ you worry, lovie. he’s comin’ back for dinner next week.”

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thestarsaboveme · 9 days ago

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this was a request from a kind anon.

summary: angst with comfort, reader and lads men having a misunderstanding because reader is overthinking that they’re cheating on her with the mc since they always spend time with the mc and spending less time with the reader.

xavier ver. | rafayel ver. | zayne ver. | sylus ver.

caleb x reader | angst/comfort

There was a time when Caleb used to show up with your favorite drink before you even asked.

He'd call you ''pipsqueak'', kiss your forehead, and ramble about the most bizarre cosmic theories while you curled up beside him.

Now…the only thing constant was his absence.

And MC.

''I'm going out with MC again today,'' he'd said casually that morning, slipping on his jacket. ''She's got some readings I wanna help her decode.''

You nodded, trying to be supportive. ''Again?''

He glanced at you. ''Yeah. We've been making progress. She's intuitive. Gets the rhythm of it.''

You gave a faint smile. ''Right.''

He leaned down, kissed your cheek quickly, and said, ''I'll be back late, but I'll text you, okay?''

But he didn't.

Again.

You scrolled through your messages that night, seeing blue bubble after blue bubble with no replies.

Dinner's ready if you want to swing by.

Hope the readings are going well.

Are you okay? It's getting late.

Each one unanswered.

And then your heart twisted when you checked MC's social feed. Just a short video clip of her and Caleb, both laughing as he showed her something on a holographic tablet.

He looked happy. Relaxed. Engaged.

The kind of look he used to save for you.

It wasn't just tonight. It had been weeks.

You told yourself it was work. That MC was a client, a partner, a hero in her own right. Of course Caleb would be focused on her.

But even when you were in the room with him lately…you still felt alone.

Like he was always looking past you. Toward someone else.

You didn't even notice your hands were trembling as you typed the message.

I need to talk. Can you come over? Please?

It took six minutes for his reply to come through.

On my way. Give me 15.

He arrived exactly 15 minutes later, his hair wind-tossled, coat still half-zipped, and an easy smile on his lips that immediately faded when he saw your face.

''Hey…what's wrong?'' he asked, stepping inside.

You didn't answer right away. You just stood there, looking at him, trying to figure out where the boy you fell in love with had gone.

''You and MC seem close,'' you said finally.

Caleb blinked, confused. ''I mean, yeah. We've been working side by side for a while. Why?''

You looked away. ''Are you cheating on me?''

The words cut through the room like a sharp blade.

His mouth parted slightly, stunned. ''What?''

''I need to know, Caleb. I can't keep pretending this isn't eating me alive.''

He took a slow step toward you. ''Pipsqueak…no. I would never. Where is this coming from?''

You laughed bitterly. ''From weeks of watching you give her your time, your focus, your energy. And leaving me with scraps. From seeing the way you light up around her. From missing you when you're standing right in front of me.''

His brows pulled together, the easy charm in his expression replaced by something heavier.

''Is that really how you feel?''

''I don't know how else to feel. You don't look at me the way you used to. You don't see me.''

He ran a hand through his hair. ''I didn't know it had gotten this bad.''

''That's the problem,'' you whispered. ''You're so good at reading the stars, Caleb. But you haven't been reading me.''

Silence stretched between you.

Then, in a voice low and raw, he said, ''You're right.''

You stared at him, heart pounding.

''I've been out of sync. Focused on work. On helping MC process everything she's dealing with,'' he said. ''And I thought…I thought you were okay. That we were okay.''

''Because I didn't say anything sooner?''

''Because I wanted to believe we were solid enough to weather it,'' he said. ''But I see now I've been neglecting the one thing I can't afford to lose.''

You folded your arms tightly. ''So what was it, then? Just convenience? You two work well together, so I got put on the backburner?''

He stepped forward, voice steady but filled with something deeper. ''You were never on the backburner. MC is a colleague. A friend. Someone I respect. But you…''

He stopped, looking straight into your eyes.

''You're the only person I've ever loved without fear.''

Your breath caught.

''You think I'm fearless, right?'' he said. ''The charming one. The one who always has a line ready. But you terrify me.''

''Why?''

''Because you're real,'' he said. ''Because you see through all the masks. Because when I'm with you, I'm not pretending to be the guy who always knows what he's doing. I'm me. Just Caleb.''

You swallowed hard. ''Then why didn't you show me that lately?''

''I was scared,'' he admitted. ''That I'd burn out. That I wouldn't be enough for both of you. For her mission, for your heart. So I leaned into what I knew. Work. Banter. The stuff I could control.''

You looked at him, searching for the lie.

But there wasn't one.

''I thought maybe…'' you hesitated, voice trembling, ''you were starting to feel more connected to her. Like you admired her more.''

Caleb stepped forward again, slowly this time, until he was close enough that you could feel his warmth.

''I do admire her,'' he said honestly, ''But I love you. You are not the same. You'll never be the same.''

Tears welled up, and you turned your face away.

He gently cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back.

''I should've told you more. Made time. Asked how you were doing instead of assuming,'' he said. ''And I know an apology doesn't erase the loneliness I caused. But if you let me…I'll prove I haven't forgotten how to be yours.''

You let out a shaky breath. ''I didn't need fireworks, Caleb. I just needed you.''

His eyes softened. ''Then let me come back to you. No shields. No distractions.''

You didn't respond with words.

You just leaned into him, letting his arms wrap around you.

Letting the quiet between you finally mean something healing.

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jinwoosbabyboo · 6 months ago

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I Can't Sit Still

The lads men noticing that you’re fighting yourself to just sit still. [Requested by: luxis-journal]

Zayne

Zayne was being awarded tonight and all you needed to do was say a few hellos and sit pretty for the night. Why did your anxiety jitters have to kick in now? Those few hellos had turned into half an hour small talks with one too many people. Zayne was quite the hot topic amongst the healthcare community; it almost seemed like he was a celebrity. You being the beautiful woman on his arm it was only natural that people were curious about you as well. The night seemed to drag on as the mingling continued. Finally when everyone was seated at their respective tables for the showcase you thought this would help you relax. However the damage had already been done.

Your leg bounced furiously under the table while your fingers moved your silverware aimlessly. “Are you alright my love?” Zayne whispered in your ear pulling you back to reality. “I’m fine why?” You responded snapping your spine straight. You felt him place a hand on your thigh calming your ever bouncing leg. His palm was warm and you could feel your self relaxing into his touch. “You’ve been eerily quiet and you can’t seem to sit still” Zayne studied your face as you glanced over your shoulder at the many people in the room. “I'm not good in social settings” You sighed “It gives me anxiety as a matter of fact I think I may be sweating my deodorant off right now” You wrung your hands as your eyes continued to ping pong around the room.

Your gaze landed back on Zayne who couldn’t help, but look at you with concern ”If you’d like to leave I can have them send my award to the hospital” That was just like him willing you drop everything for you, but you couldn’t let him do that. “This is a big night for you I'll be fine Dr. Zayne” You smiled and kissed his cheek.

You were not fine.

Which is why Zayne did not stop worrying about you. The second he was called to receive his award, he gave a brief thank you speech and next thing you knew his fingers were intertwined with yours and you were quietly slipping out the room without a single goodbye or explanation.

He held the car door open as you folded yourself into the seat. You watched him circle the car and waste no time getting in and pulling out of the parking lot. “Zayne you didn’t have to do that we could have at least stayed for dinner” You tried to talk some sense into him as he glanced down and placed his hand on your thigh. “Look at that it’s no longer bouncing”

Rafayel

Attending these art exhibits with Rafayel was nothing new except tonight you two had to travel outside of the country for this one. Rafayel acted as a translator for you since he was fluent in many languages, but it did nothing to calm the rising anxiety in you. With the language barrier and the unfamiliar environment your anxiety was reaching its peak. You'd gone deathly quiet after an hour and found yourself hanging onto Rafayels arm while subtly hiding behind him.

You mindlessly thrummed your fingers on your leg and constantly fought the urge to keep adjusting your dress and rubbing your neck. You were about as slick as sandpaper though of course Rafayel noticed your fidgeting immediately.

“What's wrong?” He questioned, cupping your face. “This is a lot” You whispered, gesturing to the crowd. He scanned your face for anything else that you might be hiding. “Then let’s leave” He didn’t give you a chance to object before he was puling you by the wrist towards the nearest exit.

By the time you reached the street Rafayels’ driver was already there waiting. He promptly guided you into the car and climbed in behind you. “Raf you have got to stop disappearing during your own exhibits” You said, pushing his shoulder when he started chuckling to himself. “Those snobs aren’t worried about me as a person they’re more occupied with who can buy my work for the highest price”

“Still you didn’t have to leave just because I can’t sit still” You pouted. Rafayel leaned in close almost touching his nose to yours “You keep me sane through these if you’re uncomfortable then I’m uncomfortable”

Xavier

Xavier loved to read and eat hotpot with you and since today was chilly it was the perfect weather to stay in and do just that. The plan was to stop in Barnes & Noble, buy a few books and head back home quick and easy. Too bad you ran into a group of people you know and you hadn’t mentally prepared yourself for any kind of small talk.

Xavier noticed you constantly pulling on your sleeves and wringing you hands. He could tell you were hanging on by a thread trying to be nice and keep the conversation going.

“I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm not feeling well baby can we go home?” Xavier calmly grabbed your hand and stared deep into your eyes hoping he did the right thing. A subtle smile curved on your lips as a silent thank you for getting you out of this conversation. “My bad Xav let’s get you home” You quickly dismiss yourself from the conversation, grabbed your books and headed home. A wave of relief washed over you when you slumped against the passanger seat.

“Thank you so much I was about to start speaking nonsense if that conversation went on any longer” You kissed Xaviers cheek making him blush. “Im glad I could help” He muttered while rubbing his neck. He’s so cute when he’s flustered.

Sylus

Sylus couldn’t stand seeing those puppy dog eyes you gave him whenever he had to leave for something. Your tactic of keeping him occupied in bed wasn’t working either apparently this meeting he needed to get to couldn’t be rescheduled. So here you were sitting at the head of a long table with all eyes on you and Sylus.

Why did he have to sit you on his lap?

Many men brought different jewels and business prospects to Sylus as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt. As one of the men in the room rambled on about …. whatever the fuck …. you mindlessly shook your foot and constantly adjusted on his lap only for him to move you back to your original position. Sylus leaned in to whisper in your ear after yet again readjusting you on his lap. “Sweetie I can’t have you sitting at that angle you're crushing my balls” You felt a wave of embarrassment wash over you. Here you thought he was just trying to whisper sweet nothings in your ear like the smooth talker he is. “You’re shaking like a puppy in the rain what's the matter, tell me”

You drop your head to stare at your hands as you whispered “I don’t like how much attention is on me” Sylus nods as he takes in your words. “Can you sit still for an hour or would you like to leave?” You knew how important this meeting was for Onychinus so you tried to suck it up and stay still.

That just made it worse.

Sylus noticed your movements becoming more frequent and jerky. “Let’s go” He said under his breath. He stood abruptly from his seat cradling you in his arms. He ordered Luke & Kieran to stand in for him as he disappeared from the room with you. “Im so sorry I can’t control it” You hid your face in his chest feeling like you ruined his entire meeting. “No worries Princess I saw all I needed to see and I wasn't impressed” He readjusted to hold you a little higher. “Besides your anxiety seems to be winning this internal battle”

Your head snapped up at his accusations “I don’t-” He cut you off with a stern look “Don’t lie”

You bury your face in his chest again “Don’t judge me” Your words were muffled. “I’m not judging you” You looked up to find him staring down at you with a tender gaze. “Let’s get you back in bed”

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xichilie · 2 months ago

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if your not to busy maybe a fic of brant x police officer reader, like he constantly turns himself in not just for the bounty but also to see the reader whose trying to remain professional while brant mercilessly flirts with them.

thanks!

Ofc ♡

I can see him doing that, he would enjoy it too

Wanted: Your Attention

Brant x (fem)reader

The city never truly slept, but the precinct was unusually quiet tonight. No brawls spilling in from the taverns, no high-profile arrests, no urgent reports of street thieves or smugglers. Just the steady hum of paperwork, the occasional shuffle of boots against the wooden floor, and the dim glow of the lanterns swaying from the ceiling.

You relished the peace.

And then, the front doors swung open.

You didn’t even need to look up. You felt his presence before you saw him—the distinct air of confidence, the deliberate, swaggering steps, and, of course, the soft hum of amusement that always accompanied him.

Brant.

He strolled inside like he owned the place, hands raised lazily in mock surrender. His coat, embroidered and ostentatious as ever, draped over his shoulders, the deep blue catching the flickering lantern light. His expression was all too familiar—charming, smug, and just the slightest bit mischievous.

You sighed, already bracing yourself.

“Ah, officer,” Brant purred, tilting his head as his golden eyes glinted. “We have to stop meeting like this.”

You barely spared him a glance, eyes fixed on the reports in front of you. “Brant.”

He tsked, placing a hand over his heart in mock offense. “No ‘welcome back’? No ‘how have you been, Brant’? I thought we were past such cold formalities.”

You finally looked up, resting your chin on one hand. “We wouldn’t keep meeting like this if you stopped getting arrested.”

His grin widened. “Ah, but then I wouldn’t have the pleasure of seeing you.”

You leveled him with a flat stare, and Brant, undeterred, merely leaned against the counter, feigning casual indifference while watching for any reaction.

You wouldn’t give him one.

Mostly.

“Why are you here this time?” you asked, flipping through the precinct’s most recent arrest records. “Let me guess—another bounty hunter got the jump on you?”

“Me?” Brant gasped dramatically. “Caught so easily? Officer, you wound me.”

You didn’t even blink. “So you did let them catch you.”

Brant exhaled through his nose, tilting his head as though considering. “Technically, yes. Though I prefer to think of it as an act of charity.”

You arched a brow.

He leaned in conspiratorially. “You see, word on the street was that young Jace—the rookie bounty hunter, you remember him—was desperate for a decent payday. Poor lad was running out of funds, hardly had enough to keep himself fed. Naturally, I decided to do my civic duty and allow him to ‘capture’ me.”

You crossed your arms. “How generous of you.”

“Wasn’t it?” Brant preened. “Of course, I made sure he got the bounty before making my escape. Can’t have my reputation suffering, now can I?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “You escaped—again.”

“Well, I would have stayed if I knew you were on duty.” He sighed theatrically, placing both hands on the counter and leaning forward, voice dipping to something lower, smoother. “Had I known you were here, I would’ve turned myself in sooner.”

Your breath caught—only for a split second—before you reined it in. “You realize this makes my job significantly harder, right?”

Brant shrugged, utterly shameless. “That’s part of my charm.”

“Annoying me is part of your charm?”

He grinned. “Only because you make it so fun.”

You could feel the stares of the other officers, some of them pausing their tasks to watch the exchange unfold. This wasn’t the first time Brant had pulled a stunt like this—turning himself in only to flirt his way through the entire booking process—but it was the first time you were feeling the weight of so many amused gazes on your back.

Ignoring the heat rising to your face, you straightened. “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” You grabbed the standard intake forms from your desk. “Name?”

Brant placed a hand on his chest. “You wound me again, officer. Surely you already know the name of your favorite criminal?”

You refused to let him win this round. You raised a brow, feigning indifference. “Brant what?”

Something flickered in his gaze—something playful. “No last name?”

“I need your full name for the records.”

“Do you, now?” His smirk softened into something lazier, something dangerously close to sincere. “And here I thought we were on a first-name basis by now.”

Damn it.

You focused on the paper in front of you, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. “Brant, just answer the question.”

He chuckled. “Fine, fine. Just ‘Brant’ will do.”

You resisted the urge to sigh and continued writing. “Charges?”

He hummed, tapping his chin. “Oh, let’s see… Unlawful trespassing—though I would argue it was more of an impromptu visit. A welcomed visit, in some cases.”

You glanced up. “Brant.”

“Right, right. Let’s see… Smuggling, naturally.”

“Naturally.”

“Public mischief.”

“That one’s an understatement.”

“Oh, and let’s not forget theft of hearts.”

You did sigh this time, rubbing your temples. “Brant—”

“I’m serious! Just look at the tragic trail of broken hearts I’ve left in my wake.” He leaned in again, dropping his voice to something softer. “Though I’d rather steal the attention of a certain officer, if they’d let me.”

Your grip on the pen tightened.

The bastard was enjoying this.

The worst part? He wasn’t exactly bad to look at.

If Brant were just another run-of-the-mill criminal, this would be easy. You’d process the paperwork, lock him in a holding cell, and let the higher-ups deal with his inevitable escape. But no, Brant had to make things complicated. He had to be charming, with his silver tongue and pinkish eyes and the infuriating way he made this entire process feel like some elaborate courtship.

You hated that it almost worked.

Almost.

With immense effort, you finished the form, setting your pen down with finality. “Alright. Hands.”

Brant lifted them, his smirk widening. “Oh, officer. If you wanted to hold my hands, you could’ve just said so.”

You didn’t give him the satisfaction of reacting. With practiced efficiency, you snapped the cuffs onto his wrists.

He winced, flexing them slightly. “Tighter than usual tonight, officer.”

“Good.”

He chuckled. “Knew you had a rough grip.”

You ignored him, motioning toward the back. “Holding cell. Now.”

He hummed. “You know, it’s funny. Most officers would drag me there, but you? You ask.”

“Because you’re not actually resisting.”

“Exactly,” he grinned. “Which makes me wonder—if I behave, do I get special treatment?”

You started walking before he could see the warmth creeping up your neck. “Move.”

Brant followed, still smiling like he’d won.

And you had the sinking feeling that, somehow, he had.

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zayne smut and i need it neowwwwwww do whatever you want with the plot

Impulse Control

Author's note: I know who you are anon, and this one is for you <3 that's all I've got to say LOL also if you like kpop, check out my kpop page @ta3mint bc I am trying to revive it after such a long break lol also fun fact...I think this is one of if not the longest fic I have ever written. So yeah...send in your LADS requests. It's good to be back, ya filthy animals.

Contains: Zayne x MC/YN, consent king Zayne, jealous/down bad Zayne, explicit sexual scenes with unprotected P in V (use protection irl pls), fingering (fem receiving), MC briefly on top, relatively vanilla missionary (but it’s a classic okay?) and somewhat vague hints at Zayne and MC lore if you squint

Warnings: Minors for the love of God, pls do not interact!! Sexually explicit content, adult themes, cursing, etc. and as always...no proofreading <3

Word Count: 7,872

It was no surprise that Akso Hospital was winning an award for their exemplary service to Linkon City. What was a bit of a surprise though, was Zayne taking the initiative to ask you to come to the banquet with him. He could be so hard to read sometimes, and though of course he could be thoughtful, this seemed to be a direct request, even for him.

You couldn't help but reread the texts from earlier, your heart and your mind racing in tandem.

Zayne☃️: How has your day been so far? Have you been staying hydrated? You often forget to drink enough water when you are busy.

Me: Dr. Zayne, do you text all your patients and remind them of their hydration levels?

Zayne☃️: Only the most forgetful ones.

Me: You mean there's more than one? And here I thought I was special :(

Zayne☃️: Don't fret. You are, in fact, the only patient who I perform this service for.

Me: Well in that case...I should probably go drink some water in between training sessions.

Zayne☃️: Before you go, I wanted to ask you something.

Me: Oh? I am listening (and hydrating as we speak)

Zayne☃️: The hospital is receiving a service award tonight. There will be a banquet. I was hoping you might want to come with me. After all, you have served Linkon as much as I or any of the other medical staff has. It is only fair that you are my plus one. If you want to be, of course.

Me: I would love to, Dr. Zayne. One question though...

Zayne☃️: Yes?

Me : Will there be dessert? 🧁

You had hoped the little joke about dessert would take your mind off of...everything. But it hadn't worked. You were still sitting in your desk chair, knees pulled tightly against your chest.

What did this invitation mean? Did Zayne...no. No way. There was no way he was inviting you because he saw you as something other than a friend and a patient. He said it himself, that it was only fair to invite you due to your service as a hunter.

How about you, though? What did you see Zayne as? You definitely would like to be more than friends. You couldn't help but fall for him after seeing him so often nowadays. He was everything you could have ever dreamed of in a man. But did he know about your feelings? Did he notice the amount of time you spent watching him work or study instead of focusing on your own work or training material in front of you? Did he notice you watching him even more closely during your workout sessions?

You swallowed the lump forming in your throat.

Anyway. It was time to get ready now, and the part you dreaded most was here... Choosing what to wear.

You didn't really have many formal outfits to choose from, and you felt like the ones you did have were worn too many times. Right about now, you were wishing that Zayne had asked you earlier than the day of so you could've had more time to prepare. But honestly, would it have made a difference? Procrastinating was one of your favorite sports.

Eventually, you settled on your favorite dress.

Putting it on turned into somewhat of a chore, though. It didn't fit quite the same way as you remembered... but it had been a while since you last wore it.

Thankfully, it went on without any damage to the dress, but you couldn't help but pull at the fabric at the bottom of the dress. It was also a bit shorter than you remembered, it seemed.

And was this slit in the side always there?

Never mind that, it would have to do. There was no more time, and you still had to do your hair and makeup, as well as put on accessories to go with the dress. To be honest, you were a bit out of your comfort zone at the moment.

"Tonight better go well," you muttered to yourself.

The sudden noise from your phone caused you to stop what you were doing with your hair.

Grabbing it with a gloved hand, you immediately saw the text from Zayne letting you know he was waiting outside to pick you up.

You placed the last bobby pin in your hair and gently pushed your earrings in, then grabbed your phone and clutch before heading out the door.

As you passed by the mirror on your wall, you checked your makeup one last time, too.

Was it too much? It was a formal event, so you assumed you were to look the part. Ultimately you decided you looked fine, and part of you wished that Zayne would like it, too.

Oh, who were you kidding. You really hoped that Zayne would like it.

The sounds of your heels meeting the hard floor echoed throughout your apartment building until you got into the elevator. Once you were inside, you sent Zayne a quick text letting him know you were on the way.

Ding!

The elevator alerted you to let you know that it had arrived on the first floor. Quickly, you stepped out and into the parking lot, not wanting to be the cause of potentially being late.

After a quick scan of the nearby parking spaces, you saw his car a short distance away. You made your way over, cursing yourself for choosing these particular heels that were already causing foot pain.

As he saw you approach, he stepped out of his car and walked around to the passenger side, placing his hand on the door handle. He was wearing a traditional suit, accompanied by his glasses that he seemed to save for special occasions or work.

"Wowww, Dr. Zayne. No lab coat today? And doesn't your car have a button to open the doors, even when you're inside?"

"Would it still count as chivalry if I were to only press a button?"

He gave a small smile and pulled the door handle, stepping aside to let you in the car.

You smiled back, gently sitting down so as not to disturb your hair and dress.

As you moved past him, Zayne took a deep breath through his nose, closing his eyes briefly before forcing them back open.

"You okay, Zayne? Am I wearing too much perfume? Or even worse...do I stink?"

Zayne shook his head and smiled once more.

"No and no, of course not. I like what you are wearing."

You nodded, satisfied with his prompt answer which caused your cheeks to burn.

Zayne closed your door and walked back around to his. He sat down and buckled himself in, motioning for you to do the same.

"The banquet is in an event hall not far from here. There will be some speeches that may bore you, by the way. This is your last chance to back out."

It was your turn to shake your head.

"Not a chance. It took me so long to get ready, I have to see this through. Besides, I was glad you thought to invite me."

Zayne turned the steering wheel to back out of his parking space, carefully eyeing his backup camera.

"Well, I am glad you accepted my invitation."

Zayne was telling the truth about it not being far. You made it there in only a few minutes. Frustratingly though, it had started to drizzle.

"Aw man, my hair and makeup will be ruined. Then everyone will think you brought a drowned rat as your plus one."

Zayne chuckled, pressing the button to turn his car off.

"Nonsense. Chivalry is still alive and well in Linkon."

Once again, he came around to the passenger side of the car rather than pressing the button to let you out. Seemingly out of nowhere, he had produced a large umbrella that was big enough to cover both of you, and especially big enough to protect your hair and makeup.

"Zayne, you are really outdoing yourself already. How could I ever repay you?"

"Don't worry, you already are."

Zayne walked slowly with you, making sure to keep the umbrella placed perfectly over your heads. Thanks to him, you both made it to the doorway of the event hall dry and in one piece.

There were lots of people, which was to be expected. Nevertheless, you instinctively clung to Zayne's arm, wrapping a hand around it tightly.

He was caught off guard, but only for a moment, before placing his large hand over the top of the silky fabric of your glove.

"You hunt Wanderers for a living and you're scared of a little crowd?"

You glared at him playfully, the amusement obvious in his usually soft voice.

"Hush, you meanie."

If you thought there were a lot of people in the foyer, it was nothing compared to the amount of people in the actual hall.

Numerous circular tables littered the hall as far as the eye could see. Pretty much all of the seats were already full, causing you to wonder where the two of you could possibly sit down. In the center against the back wall was the stage, presumably where the speeches Zayne mentioned were going to take place. Flower displays were plentiful, several of the biggest ones taking up the front of the stage, and the smaller ones sitting in between tables. Tiny vases with smaller versions of the displays sat on top of the tables, surrounded by expensive looking crystal dinnerware. It was definitely not something you see every day.

"Where would you like to sit?" Zayne asked.

You scanned the nearest tables, squeezing Zayne's arm when you saw an empty one.

"Let's sit there," you said quietly, pointing with your index finger so he could see what you were talking about.

Zayne nodded once he saw your choice, leading the way through the people that were still standing around.

There were five seats at the table in total, and by the time you got there, one of them was already filled by a young man that hadn't been there before. Oh well, you couldn't have expected to sit at a table with only Zayne at an event like this. But a girl could dream.

After you and Zayne sat down, the young man turned his attention to you. Nothing in particular stood out about him, and you couldn't say you recognized him from anywhere.

"Hello, it's nice to meet you," he said in a voice that didn't quite match his plain-looking features.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you, too," you replied politely.

"And you as well," the man added as he looked towards Zayne.

Zayne nodded, but didn't say anything. It seemed his mind was elsewhere at the moment.

"I'm (Y/N), and this is Dr. Zayne from Akso Hospital."

The man gasped quietly and looked back over to Zayne.

"Ohhh, I've heard a lot about you. You're definitely a big part of the reason the hospital is receiving the award tonight, I'm sure!"

The man seemed genuine in his comment, as far as you could tell.

"I am only doing my job. I have no desire for awards or accolades. Besides, there are many competent doctors and nurses that work at Akso. That is the reason for our award." Zayne said harshly.

You were a bit taken aback by Zayne's choice of words, but you chalked it up to potential nerves about tonight. The man didn't seem too fazed, which relieved you.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Richard."

You nodded and smiled at him, just before a sharp noise echoed throughout the event hall. Your eyes searched the surrounding area, and you realized the banquet must be underway. There was a very important looking man near the edge of the stage, clinking a metal spoon against his wine glass.

"As you all know, we are here tonight to recognize the achievements and outstanding service of Akso Hospital...but we are also here to eat!"

This earned a few laughs from the crowd of people, and even one from you. You couldn't deny you were starting to get pretty hungry.

You looked at Zayne and noticed that he did not laugh, nor did he even smile. Instead, he seemed to be set in stone, staring straight ahead at the man speaking by the stage. It almost seemed as if he was looking through him, like his mind was still somewhere else entirely.

"It isn't like Zayne to be nervous...but what else could it be? Does he regret bringing me here? I probably look so silly, like a little girl all dressed up for her secret crush", you thought to yourself.

Ignoring the sudden pain in your chest, you turned your focus back to the man up front.

"...once again, I thank you all for coming. But for now, let us eat and we'll get to the rest of the award ceremony later!"

The hall gradually began to get louder as people began to talk amongst themselves again. This seemed like a good opportunity to get Zayne to talk and settle the nerves that were boiling under the surface of your skin.

"Zayne, aren't you starving? We didn't eat before we came!"

"Mmm," Zayne hummed quietly in agreement.

"Oh! I didn't realize you two came together. Are you...?

Richard didn't finish his implied question and your ears began to burn instantly.

"Oh, no no! Nothing like that," you quickly replied, waving your hands back and forth in front of you.

You didn't dare glance at Zayne, so you weren't sure of his reaction to the conversation. But thankfully you didn't have to worry for long, since Richard started talking again.

"I see! Well, (Y/N), what do you do for a living?"

Grateful for the change in topic, you jumped at the chance.

"Well, I'm a Hunter!"

"She's very good at what she does. I have seen her at work. We often assist each other," Zayne said suddenly from the side.

Both you and Richard glanced at each other before looking at Zayne, who was as stoic as ever, but this time looking directly at you.

Your ears, still not recovered from a few moments ago, grew uncomfortably hot.

"I think the line for food has gotten a bit shorter," Richard pointed out. "Should we go ahead and head over?"

"Yes, I-."

Zayne cut you off, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the table.

"Why don't you save us a spot, Richard? I need to ask (Y/N) something about a confidential matter at work. It cannot wait."

Richard stood, giving a small nod and a quick smile in your direction before walking towards the food serving line.

Once he was out of earshot, you hastily gathered yourself before facing Zayne.

"Is something wrong? You've been acting strangely since we sat down."

Zayne pushed up his glasses, keeping his eye on Richard's back as he stood at the end of the line on the other side of the hall.

"There is something odd about him. We should find somewhere else to sit for the night."

You scoffed, unsure of what he could be talking about.

"I'm not sure I understand, Zayne. He seems perfectly normal and nice to me."

He shook his head.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Well, of course I do, but..." you trailed off before continuing, "It just seems like something has gotten into you. Am I not allowed to make friends?"

"Of course you are. You can have as many friends as you like. Just not him. There is something wrong."

For some reason, Zayne's words frustrated you.

"I don't need permission, Zayne. Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to get some food because I am starving. If you'd care to join me, I'll be over there."

Without waiting for a response, you left the table and walked with determination over to Richard, where he was still waiting in line. You truly had no idea what had gotten into your usually very kind and understanding friend, Zayne. You had never seen him act this way, so far as you could remember. Even so, as you got farther away from him, your resolve faltered. Had you been too harsh? No. Zayne was being...weird. You wanted to get to the bottom of it before the night was up.

"Hey!" Richard smiled and waved you over.

You gladly stepped beside him where he had saved you a spot.

"Thanks for holding a place for me, Richard. I'm sorry it took so long for me to get over here."

"It's no problem! I know you and Dr. Zayne must have a lot of secret work you need to do for Linkon. Speaking of, is he coming? There's more than enough room for him!"

You sighed, shaking your head.

"I'm not sure. He seems a bit...stressed at the moment. I may just bring him something to eat to help out a little bit."

Richard nodded.

"That's very kind of you. Dr. Zayne is very lucky to have a friend like you."

"Yeah," you couldn't help but sigh as the staff behind the table handed you a serving of the first dish. "A friend."

As you progressed down the line, Richard told you more about himself. You returned the favor, sparing some of the more private details of your life. But it truly was nice talking with him. He was very easy to get along with, and that further fueled your confusion towards Zayne's behavior.

After the two of you finished getting your food, you made your way back over to the table. As you got closer, you realized Zayne was no longer in his chair.

"Where did Zayne go?"

Richard looked around, nearly spinning in a circle.

"I'm not sure. He must have gotten tied up in an important conversation somewhere."

Just then you felt a buzz in your clutch, your phone alerting you to a text.

You set your plate down and reached into your clutch, grabbing your phone easily thanks to the small size of the bag.

On your phone's screen was a brief text from Zayne, asking you to meet him outside.

"Is everything okay?" Richard asked.

You snapped your attention away from your phone and smiled nervously at Richard.

"Of course! I just need to use the restroom before we start eating. Will you finish telling me your story that you mentioned in line when I get back?"

Richard nodded enthusiastically.

"I would love to!"

"Great, I'll be right back, I promise."

The air outside had gotten significantly cooler after the sun finished setting. Thankfully, it wasn't raining anymore. But you didn't see Zayne anywhere. He wasn't in the foyer and not immediately outside of the building. Almost in a panic, you turned around to search the entire parking lot. And that's when you caught a glimpse of a nearby streetlight reflecting off of something other than a car a few feet away.

It was Zayne's glasses, and he was leaned up against the side of his car with his arms crossed, looking off to the side.

"Zayne?"

Your voice caught his attention, and he used his weight to push himself off his car and move closer to you.

"There you are. I need you to come with me, we have to go."

As you got closer to him, you noticed he had an unfamiliar look in his eyes. It was one you had never seen in them before, and it instinctively made you nervous.

"Zayne, what's going on? You've been so weird tonight and now you're kind of scaring me."

Zayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Forgive me, I..."

You remained silent, waiting for him to finish, the rapid beating of your heart pounding in your eardrums.

"I seem to be acting on my impulses tonight. Something I thought I had been teaching myself not to do."

His actions were still not understandable to you, and he instantly read the confusion on your face.

"It's...it's his fault," Zayne murmured. "It's this dress."

Suddenly, he bent down to your level and ran his finger up the sleek fabric of your dress resting against your thigh. It caused you to tense up and shiver, whether from his actions or the night air, you weren't quite sure.

What you were sure of though, was how badly you wanted him to touch you again.

"Forgive me," he repeated. "I can call you a taxi to take home. I shouldn't have done that."

"Zayne," you said abruptly, causing him to stop from getting his phone out.

"Yes?"

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me," you repeated, this time a little less confident.

Zayne didn't say anything else before closing the rest of the gap between you in one step. Both of his large hands found space on each side of your face, and they rested there for a moment before he looked at you in the eyes, his own moving back and forth to discern the expression on your face.

"(Y/N)..." he began hesitantly.

"What?"

"If tonight has shown me anything, it's that I have not been controlling my impulses as well as I have previously. If I do this...I fear that I won't be able to stop myself."

You tried to take a deep breath, but it got caught in your throat.

"Do you want to kiss me, Zayne?"

"Yes," he breathed, pressing his forehead against yours and closing his frenzied eyes. "I cannot tell you what it has been like, seeing you almost every day now and falling in love with you all over, again and again. I have waited as patiently as I could have."

Shakily, you reached a hand up and loosely gripped one of Zayne's hands still on your cheek.

"Again? You've fallen in love with me before?"

Zayne hummed quietly, almost imperceptibly shaking his head against yours.

"Never mind that. Just know that I need you...I always have."

"Zayne, I..."

Something about what he was saying felt eerily familiar, and it felt like an invisible force was pulling you somehow even more closer to him in that moment.

"Please," Zayne whispered. "Tell me what you want."

"I...I want..."

Zayne rubbed his nose against yours, inching closer and closer to your parted lips. His labored breaths mixed with your shallow ones, causing the cool night air to visibly swirl around you. Your heart continued to pound, so loud and hard you were sure Zayne could hear it.

"I need to hear you say it...one more time."

Lighter than a feather, his lips brushed against yours as he spoke to you. And finally, finally, you were able to get your words out.

"I want you to kiss me...and I don't want you to stop."

Zayne tightened his grip on your face, his hands slipping slightly due to the thin layer of sweat that was between your skin and his. And then he pressed his lips firmly against yours.

You would be lying if you said you hadn't thought about what it would be like to kiss Zayne before. You had always assumed it would be magical, meaningful, and passionate.

And it turns out, you were right.

His lips tasted slightly sweet as he moved them against yours in perfect harmony. The sounds of your breathing echoed around you, muffled slightly by the sheer lack of distance between his face and yours. Your hands moved to hold onto his shoulders, and his moved from your cheeks to your waist, leaving a feeling of bitter cold behind. Somehow, in the contrasting heat of it all, he turned you around so you were now pressed between him and his car.

As soon as he did this, the kisses became more sloppy, more intense. You could feel his energy shift and it nearly caused your knees to buckle as he moaned quietly into your mouth. It occurred to you that your nails might be digging into his shoulders, but he didn't seem to notice.

Suddenly unable to breathe, you were the first to pull away. Zayne froze, looking down at you with a scared look in his eyes now.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I should have restrained myself properly."

"Zayne...again. Please, I only needed to catch my breath. You aren't the only one who has been waiting for this, you know."

This time, you didn't even wait for him to initiate the kiss. You moved in first, catching him slightly off guard. But he recovered quickly, matching your intensity in a flash.

The tip of his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, causing you to shiver for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. You weren't sure if he did it on purpose or if just happened, but you decided to open your lips slightly, providing an opening for him to push into deeper than before.

Zayne quickly obliged, a significant portion of his tongue meeting yours. This time it was your turn to moan, though yours was a little less controlled, and a little more loud.

He audibly groaned, the gnashing of your lips, tongue, and teeth causing a drop of saliva to run down your chin. You were pressed up against his car so tightly that it cause your shoulder blades to burn where they met the hard exterior of it. Zayne had a vice grip on your hips, and his hands were so large that you were sure it would leave marks.

The slit in your dress that you were shocked by earlier became Zayne's next target. He used one finger to trail up your thigh and hook under the edge of the slit as he kissed you, the fabric being pulled taught against your tingling skin.

Once again, you pulled away, letting your head roll back so that it rested against the top of his car. Your chest heaved, stretching the dress where it rested against your breasts with every breath in.

Zayne nestled his head into the crook of your neck, leaving small, wet kisses there. His finger that had been hooked into the slit of your dress continued its way up your body until his hand came to rest against your ribcage.

"Zayne, we should...get back before people start noticing we're gone."

"Hmm," he hummed against your collarbone.

"I mean it. What about the speeches?"

"Easy..." he murmured before placing an open-mouthed kiss, this time against your jawline. "Forget them."

"Zayne! You can't be serious."

"I assure you, I'm very serious. As serious as a heart attack."

You weakly raised your head back up to meet his gaze. There was a deep hunger in his expression, one that you could tell had not been fully satisfied.

"I did warn you," Zayne murmured before kissing you on the lips again briefly. "I have waited so long for you, it will be nearly impossible for me to let you go now that I have you."

You couldn't help but wonder what exactly he had in mind. But your thoughts and your body seemed to be communicating together, the undeniable warmth from your core spreading outwards fast. You knew you wanted to taste him again, to feel him against you again.

"Take me home, Zayne."

The drive back to your apartment seemed longer than it did when you left earlier. Inside Zayne's car, the air was thick with tension and desire. Neither of you spoke, too hesitant to mess anything up.

Once you were at your door, you prayed Zayne didn't see your hands shake slightly when getting your keys out to unlock it.

As you made it inside, Zayne closed the door behind the two of you and then slowly crouched down in front of you.

"Zayne, what are you..."

"Shh. Let me help you."

He motioned for you to lift one foot up, and you did so. He then undid your heel's strings and slid it off your foot carefully, before repeating the same steps on the other foot.

This time though, he placed his hand against your calf and let it trail up your bare leg until he stood up all the way. He took a deep breath as he did so, causing you to shake in anticipation.

"(Y/N). I know what I said, but if at any point anything becomes too much for you...or you simply change your mind, I want you to tell me. I will never do anything you don't want to do. Does that make sense?"

You nodded, overwhelmed with all the feelings coursing through you at the moment.

Zayne seemed satisfied, taking off his suit jacket and hanging it by the door. You couldn't help but notice how nicely his white button-up shirt sat against his toned arms.

He chuckled.

"If you don't like this," he said softly, pulling at the fabric of his sleeve, "I can remove it, too."

Involuntarily, you shuddered, realizing what he meant. But you had a better idea.

"Can I?"

Though your question was short, he understood what it meant.

Without a word, he stopped closer to you, looking down at you with a glint in his eye.

"If that's what you'd like."

You didn't mean to necessarily, but you held your breath as you let your clutch fall to the floor and instead placed your hands at his collar. As carefully as you could, you undid the first button of his shirt. Zayne watched you intently, his breathing picking up again like it had earlier in the parking lot.

One of your knuckles accidentally brushed against his collarbone while you undid another button, and it was his turn to shiver, even at such a slight touch. Honestly, it made you feel good, knowing that he must be feeling the same things you are feeling.

You continued down the shirt, each button coming undone with an almost inaudible pop sound. The farther you made it down, the more of his chest you started to see. It was unsurprisingly perfect, chiseled in all the right places, so much better than you could have ever imagined.

By the time you made it to the last button, you needed to pull the fabric out from where it was tucked into the hem of his pants. It was here that you hesitated.

"Are you alright?" Zayne asked, sensing your mind reeling. He placed a hand over top of yours where it still held onto the last button of his shirt.

"Yes, I'm alright. I just...don't want to mess anything up."

"Don't worry. You are perfect. Whatever happens will be perfect. Let me help again, okay?"

"Okay," you whispered, nearly silent.

Zayne gently removed your hand from the last button, and tugged his shirt out from his pants to remove it completely.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you took in the sight before you.

Then without thinking properly, you let your hands reach out for him, flattening against his bare chest. Your fingers traced the lines carved into his skin, and you realized you really shouldn't be surprised at this since you know he works out regularly.

“Would you let me take you somewhere more comfortable?” Zayne asked, nodding his head towards your bedroom.

“That definitely isn’t a bad idea.”

Zayne chuckled at you again before grabbing one of your hands to lead you away, making sure to carefully step over your forgotten bag and his white shirt on the floor.

He sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to enter into the room completely.

You were still mesmerized by him, by the situation. And then you realized that you had on remarkably more clothing than him. You decided to enlist his help one more time.

You turned in a circle, so that your back was now facing him. Though you could do it yourself, you thought this would be more fun.

“Help me again, Dr. Zayne”

From behind you, you could hear him stand up and make his way over to you. You moved your hair out of the way so that the zipper on the back of your dress was now visible.

“If that is what you wish.”

Even through the material of your dress, you could feel his cold fingers against your back as they slid the zipper down to your waist.

Once he made it to your waist, you took a step forward and chanced a look over your shoulder.

Zayne stood behind you, watching you with another unknown emotion behind his darkened green eyes.

You shrugged off the top of your dress, causing it to instantly gather around your waist. Your bare back was now directly in front of Zayne, as the dress didn’t require you to wear a bra. The air in your room made you tense up.

Braving any lingering fears, you pulled the dress past your hips so that it fell to the floor, and you stepped out of it. Now you stood only in your underwear.

A few seconds passed and you could then hear Zayne take another step forward. A few seconds more, and you hissed as Zayne’s cold hands made contact with your exposed hips.

“So beautiful,” he whispered, planting a kiss against your shoulder.

You no longer felt the metal of his glasses bump into your skin, so you assumed he must’ve tossed them aside.

“Let me show you what you do to me. What seeing you with someone else does to me. How it makes me feel…”

Before you could respond, one of Zayne’s hands snaked around the front of your waist and began teasing the waistband of your underwear. You instantly knew what he was planning to do.

“And more importantly, let me make you feel good.”

You couldn’t help but gasp sharply at how bold Zayne was being as he gently slid the tips of his fingers past the edge of your underwear. His other hand was laid flat against your stomach from behind you, and the pressure against you only intensified once his pointer finger made contact with the edge of your aching core.

Zayne placed his chin on your shoulder, looking down with an almost gleeful smirk on his lips while he watched the rest of his hand disappear past your last piece of clothing.

“Mmmm,” you hummed as the pad of his pointer finger circled around your center.

“Such a pretty sound,” Zayne stated as if it was a well known fact.

He took this time to softly dip the one finger inside of you, pumping it a few times before adding his middle finger. You could tell he was instantly covered in the wetness coming from deep within you, the slick feeling of his fingers inside already driving you wild.

A fire began burning inside your mind and body as he continued drawing his two fingers in and out of you, curving them slightly to find the spot that would inevitably cause you to unravel around him.

Your knees buckled and his grip around your waist with his other hand tightened.

“I’ve got you. I always will,” Zayne spoke against the thin skin of your neck, nuzzling deeper into the space between it and your shoulder.

The faster he went, the less you felt like you were physically there. The only feeling you had right now was the feeling of his touch, as if that feeling which wasn't even your own doing was the only thing that tied your existence to this room, to this place. You weren't even sure if you were standing properly anymore or if he was holding you up with his other arm. You didn't really care.

Never in your wildest dreams had you expected to end up in this situation. But now that you were, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else or with anyone else. You knew from this point on, he was the only one allowed to witness you like this. There was no going back from this. He had drawn you in and made you his, and this was where you belonged.

It was when you realized this that you came undone.

Somehow, you remained conscious of your neighbors and stifled the strangled whines that threatened to escape your gaping mouth. You eyes screwed shut in pure concentration, causing a single tear to escape the corner of your right eye.

"Shh," came Zayne's quiet voice from behind you.

He rubbed his nose against your cheek where the tear had fallen, ultimately wiping it away. The contrast of his cool nose against the sizzling skin of your cheek was very noticeable.

"Would you like to lay down?"

"Mhmm." This was the only sound you could get out now, but Zayne understood.

He kept a stable grip on you because he had, in fact, been holding you up for the past several minutes. You would have to thank him later.

Zayne guided you towards the bed and helped you first to sit down, and then to lay your head against the pillows. He gingerly grabbed your ankles and readjusted your legs so that they would be laying more comfortably on the end of the bed.

You couldn't help but cringe at the feeling of your now freezing, wet underwear that was sloppily pulled back into its proper position.

From the left side, you could hear Zayne lay down next to you, and his wide hand rubbed the clammy skin of your stomach.

You laid in silence for a few moments, waiting for your breathing to calm down before speaking.

"That was, ummm..."

You briefly glanced over at the man next to you and couldn't think of what to say next, your mind a tangled mess. Really, you had assumed he would say something to fill the silence where you were lacking. But when he didn't, you decided to take a better look at him.

Though his hand had come to a rest on your stomach, he was not looking at you. Instead he was looking at the ceiling, his jaw set harshly as if he was concentrating on something.

"Zayne, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?"

You rolled over onto your side, wrapping an arm around him and trying to ignore the feeling of your bare nipples against his cool exterior.

"No," he said shortly, but softly. "You were perfect, just as I said you would be. I just find myself...struggling to restrain my actions further when I should already be satisfied. And I am...satisfied. However, it would seem that you allowing me this pleasure has turned me into not only an impulsive version of myself, but a greedy one as well."

"Zayne...?"

You began to sit up on your elbow to look at his face, but your other hand brushed up against a lower part of him you weren't expecting to. The sensation immediately elicited a sharp hiss from Zayne.

"Oh!" you exclaimed in surprise, "I'm sorry."

Zayne shook his head roughly.

"Don't be. And don't feel obligated. Promise me, (Y/N). We don't have to go any further."

For a minute, you thought about what you would like to happen next. You took Zayne's words to heart, and you knew he meant them.

But perhaps you had become a bit impulsive as well.

Wordlessly, you finished sitting up enough to look down at Zayne who was now making eye contact with you rather than looking at the ceiling. Your hand had come to rest on his lower stomach now, right below his belly button. If you moved down any further...

You noticed how tight the fabric of his pants was around his bulge. You swallowed thickly, the embers of the fire you felt a little while ago becoming reignited.

"(Y/N)..."

Zayne watched as you looked between him and his painfully restricted erection.

"What do you want, Zayne?"

He was visibly surprised at your sudden confidence, but remained composed.

"That is not as important as what you want. I will always place your needs and wants above my own, no matter how tempting it may be otherwise."

Zayne sounded almost hoarse from timid anticipation and it only further fueled your own desires.

"Let me show you what I want."

He didn't say anything else, he could only watch as your now steady hands touched the belt keeping his pants up.

"(Y/N)," he repeated, this time urgently.

"I want..."

You let your sentence trail off and began undoing his belt as sensually as you could manage. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Zayne's chest begin to heave as he studied you like a hawk.

"You."

The belt was now completely undone, and you pulled it from its loops to toss it carelessly aside on the floor. You then undid the zipper of his pants, the sound of it clashing with Zayne's distorted breaths. Once you had the zipper down all the way, you did the best you could to pull his pants down while he was laying down. It didn't take much before his throbbing length was now restrained by one less layer of clothing.

He shook at the air hitting him down there, and you struggled to keep your eyes from widening noticeably at how large he seemed to be. At the center of his white underwear, you could see several small dark spots from his increasing arousal.

Before he could try to talk you out of it, you lifted one of your legs to straddle him. Both of you moaned simultaneously as your tingling core came into contact with his rock-hard bulge.

Using the last bit of your newfound confidence, you bent down and captured his lips in a wet kiss.

"I have always wanted you."

Zayne watched your lips in awe as you spoke, the corner of his own lifting in a small smile.

And then he collided into you.

It was like the kisses you shared in the parking lot, only...it wasn't at the same time. This felt more primal, more passionate. As if your souls had begun threading together like they were somehow meant to.

You held onto his face tightly as he kissed you, the wet sounds of your mouths echoing in your small bedroom. His deft hands came to rest on your ass, and they dug into the softness there as he thrusted upwards against your throbbing genitals. This caused your back to arch slightly, making your lips leave his, the only thing now connecting them a string of your mixed saliva.

Zayne took this opportunity to roll you under him so that he was now hovering over your exposed body.

One hand held his own body up, and the other tenderly traced around the edge of your breasts.

"You are too good to me," Zayne sighed under his breath.

"And while I do not normally condone this..."

Zayne stood up suddenly and fully removed his pants and underwear in what seemed like one swift motion before climbing back over top of you.

"I have no control left within my body."

His hands gripped your underwear tightly, his knuckles turning white and his veins popping as he completely ripped the flimsy material off of you.

"Zayne!"

He gripped the headboard, leaning over you to whisper in your ear.

"I'll buy you more."

You shuddered at both his words and the proximity of his naked body to yours.

"Do you trust me?" he continued.

"Yes. I trust you Zayne."

"Then hold on," he growled, his hot breath fanning over your ear.

Using his other hand to grip himself, he steered his length to your entrance, teasing it slightly with the head.

"Oh, shit," you gasped loudly.

With no further hesitation, Zayne fully inserted himself inside of you, making the both of you moan noisily. He remained there for a moment, his sweaty chest rubbing against your own. The hand that was on the headboard now came down against the mattress to hold the rest of his body up. His other hand grabbed one of yours, and he weaved his fingers in-between your own.

Your clasped hands gripped each other stiffly as he started to thrust in and out of you. As he did so, your other hand clawed at his back.

Where it had been silent before, your room now seemed like a concert of lewd noises. Zayne's grunts, your mewls, the wet sound of your bodies slamming together repeatedly...it was all so disgustingly beautiful.

Though your eyes were shut, you could feel Zayne's sticky forehead against your temple. The grip he had on your hand intensified, and the rapid, hot breaths from his mouth collided with your neck. Shamefully fast, you felt the familiar feeling of your impending climax, and you couldn't help but wonder if Zayne could, too.

"You..." Zayne panted, pulling himself out of you before slamming back in, all the way up to the base of his cock. "Already?"

You scoffed, opening your eyes to look at him, chastising yourself for thinking he was anything other than observant.

"You do things...to me too, you know?"

Zayne groaned, almost animalistic in the way that it sounded.

You licked your swollen lips, the moisture temporarily aiding in the chapped sensation you had been feeling.

"I want to feel it...I want you to look at me."

Zayne withdrew his hand from yours and instead grabbed your chin roughly. He then turned it, so that you were facing him completely.

"You are doing so well..."

For some reason, you fixated on the sweat that was flowing down the side of Zayne's face, dripping from his soaking wet hair. A few drops of it landed on your cheeks, but Zayne's increasingly harsh thrusts made them run down to your neck.

He kept a grip on your chin and began sucking on the skin where his sweat had pooled against a divot in your neck. It was with such force, you knew there would be a purple bruise there the next morning. The thought of others being able to see the evidence of the filthy night you had with Zayne was enough to send you over the edge for the second time.

Zayne felt you begin to tense up, and knowing what was coming and that he would not be able to stop himself from climaxing inside of you if he remained there, he begrudgingly removed himself just in time.

His warm cum splattered harshly against your pulsing core, and he couldn't help but watch as it did. The sight of you so utterly spent and covered in his seed was enough to make him collapse next to you.

This time, the silence in the room seemed ridiculously loud. It smelled completely of sex, and you knew you would have to wash your bedding tomorrow.

But you also couldn't help but feel completely at ease. That was the closest you could have ever hoped to be to the man you loved.

Love...what a word, right?

Part of you wanted to proclaim it right then and there. Though the other part of you was content with the silence, laying next to the second half of your somewhat broken soul.

It felt complete. You felt complete. And you hoped he did too.

You'd have to thank Richard if you ever saw him again.

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daisyblog · 6 months ago

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“Tommy…meet my Dad!”

Young Love Masterlist Summary: Tommy, Mia’s boyfriend, meets Louis.

based on this request.

warning: mentions of family member passing away

(Mia - 13, Tommy - 13, Noah - 8)

“So tonight’s the night…I get to meet the lad that’s stolen my little girls heart!”. Louis voiced into the open spaces kitchen. Mia and Noah were sat at the kitchen island eating their lunch as YN pottered around trying to tidy away random items that had been left.

“Don’t be embarrassing Dad!”. Mia rolled her eyes as she reached to grab her phone to reply to Tommy’s text. “He’s already terrified to meet you…especially after what Uncle Harry said at the show”.

Louis took Noah’s empty plate away and placed it in the dishwasher. “Hey, give me a chance…I was thinking we order some pizza, have a film night…and then I’ll tell him if he hurts you I’ll kick his ass!”.

“Mum!”. Mia shouted in annoyance, wanting her mother’s help as she sent Louis daggers. Louis chuckled to himself as he stood tall and large smirk on his face.

Noticing his dad was teasing his older sister, Noah joined in. “Mia’s got a boyfriend, Mia’s got a boyfriend!”.

“Shut up Noah!”. Mia had become irritated by the whole situation.

“Right that’s enough!”. YN’s assertive voice entered the kitchen with a point to prove. “Noah…stop teasing your sister…and Louis stop trying to scare Tommy before he even arrives!”.

Mia sent a sarcastic smile to Louis, pleased that her Mum was on her side with this.

“On that note…I’m going out!”. Mia popped her used dishes in the sink and began to walk away.

“Be back by six for dinner!”. Louis shouted in her direction. “Can’t wait to meet Tommy!”. Louis continued to be amused by his over exaggerated teasing.

YN stood with her hands on her hips, a look of disappointment written on her face. “You better behave yourself tonight!”.

“I always behave!”.

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Just after 6pm, the sound of the front door opening perked Louis up as he lounged on the sofa. He could hear a mixture of two voices, one deeper than the other. He knew it must have been Mia and Tommy. It was new unfamiliar feeling for Louis. He’d always thought this moment wouldn’t happen for a long time, but before he knew it, his little newborn baby girl was now a teenager.

Mia appeared by the doorframe of the living room, where Louis was still sitting. Louis noticed the young boy standing behind his daughter. He was a head taller than Mia, his curls were loose on his head and his eyes darted with nerves.

“Where’s Mum?”. She was quick to ask noticing her mother was no where in sight, and knew her father would use that to his advantage.

“She’s upstairs helping your brother a minute”. Louis calmly explained, as he still sat and stared at them both. “Are you coming in? Or are you gonna stand there all night looking like you’re about to shit yourselves!”.

Mia glanced back at Tommy, who let out a small smile at Louis humour. They both walked quietly into the room. Whilst Mia sat comfortably on the other sofa to Louis, Tommy sat on the edge of his seat next to her. His nervousness was filling the room.

“Are you gonna introduce us Mi?”. Louis gave his daughter a sarcastic look.

“Dad…this is Tommy!”. The young boy gave Louis a polite smile. “Tommy…meet my Dad!”.

Before Louis had the chance to say anything, Tommy found his voice. “It’s nice to finally meet you…Mia’s told me a lot about you”.

Louis smiled with happiness, as he nodded his head. “I’m sure she has…but has she told you that if you hurt my girl, then I’ll kick your ass?”.

“Dad!”.

Tommy gulped heavily as he looked from Louis to Mia. “I…I-”.

“Louis! What did I say?”. YN appeared into the living room, giving Tommy’s shoulder a gently tap as she passed by. “Don’t listen to him Tommy…the only thing that’ll be kicked is Louis out of this room if he doesn’t behave”.

“Ooo feisty!”. Louis responded, staring at YN in amusement. He looked back Tommy, knowing the humour may have gone too far. “I’m sorry Tommy…I was just trying to scare you a little, I don’t mean it…I’ve only heard positive things about you”.

YN knew Louis would take it a step too far, and the fear was still in Tommy. “Shall we order pizza?”.

“PIZZA!”. Noah came running into the room, jumping on Louis without warning.

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With dominoes boxes surrounding them, as they sat around the kitchen table, Louis wouldn’t like to admit it yet but he liked Tommy. He was polite, he was kind to Mia and he already fitted into their family dynamic.

“So Tommy, did you enjoy Harry’s show the other week?”. Louis asked with a slice of pizza sitting between his fingers.

Tommy placed his glass of orange fanta down on the table after taking a sip. “Yeah…it was really fun, I hadn’t been to a concert like that before…so it was different”.

“Harry puts on a show, fair play to the lad”. Louis complimented his younger brother.

“My brother’s girlfriend hasn’t shut up about me going…she wanted to go but couldn’t get any tickets”. He explained, trying to continue the conversation.

YN smiled at Mia as they both realised that Louis and Tommy were having their own conversation. “How many brother and sisters do you have?”.

“Uh…I have two older brothers, Adam and Ethan”. Tommy began to explain, Louis and YN smiled as he spoke. “They’re a bit older than me, so they’ve moved out…but they’re always coming back for my mum to do something for them”.

Louis picked up that Mia had become tense all of a sudden, and kept glancing to her side to take small looks at Tommy. The next sentence to fall from his lips, explained why.

“Uhh…my um…my dad passed away a couple of years ago…so it’s just me and my mum”. Tommy wasn’t sure why he blurted that bit of information out, but he felt it was necessary for them to get to know him.

The words hit Louis hard. He felt the twinge in his chest as he sympathised with the young boy that sat in front of him, showing them all a vulnerable side.

“We’re really sorry to hear that Tommy…I’m sure he’d be very proud of the young lad that’s sat here tonight”. Louis spoke with confidence as he wanted him to know that he liked him.

“Thank you”. A small smile was shared.

YN noticed the shift in the atmosphere, wanting to change that she thought of nice gesture. “Perhaps your mum would like to come over some tea one day, we’d love to meet her”.

“She’d really like that!”.

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Louis was sat outside in the garden, a white stick between his fingers and smoke circling in front of his face. He was distracted by his own thoughts, when he heard the sliding door open and close. A body came to sit on the small wall next to him.

“You alright lad?”. Louis asked when he realised it was Tommy. “You better not be out here for a smoke”.

Tommy could hear the teasing in Louis’ voice, but he felt the need to reassure him. “No…no…definitely not…just wanted some fresh air”.

The silence between the two was surprisingly comfortable, neither said a word for a few minutes, just enjoying the natural sound of the world around them.

“I’m sorry to hear about your dad”. Louis’ voice was quiet, very calming.

Tommy gulped loudly as he began to pick at the loose cotton on his denim shorts. “It’s okay…it’s got a little easier with time”.

“I lost my mum and sister…in a short space of time, so I know how you feel”. Louis shared the facts, assuming Mia had already told him. “Although it gets easier, doesn’t mean you don’t feel all the emotions at times…so if you ever want to talk, I’m here!”.

“Thanks Louis!”. Tommy turned to smile at him, realising that he wasn’t as scary as he thought he’d be. If anything they had a lot in common.

“Anytime son, anytime!”.

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miatomlinson my mum calls him love, my dad calls him son❤️ View all 8,124 comments

tommybaker my girl❤️

louist91 I can still kick his ass!! ⌞niallhoran I can help! ⌞miatomlinson Uncle Niall don’t spoil it, you’re my favourite!

yntomlinson Aw young love🥰🥰

niallhoran Just how fast the night changes, ey?

lottietomlinson Cuties💖Can’t wait to see you xx

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benstanton got the parents approval then mate😂

1dfan9 Mia using 1D lyrics in 2023 was not on my list!!

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boowritess · 1 year ago

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gaz is my favourite to do the whole friends to lovers trope because imagine:

ya'll were childhood best friends, somehow managed to stick side by side despite having different interests and set of friends. knowing the other had their back when needed.

but it was nothing more than friendship.

atleast that's what the both of you delulued yourselves to think...

anyways, gaz joins the military, somehow ya both still managed to stay in contact. gaz messaging or calling at any free opportunity.

shower, bathroom, on a run, cleaning, as soon as he wakes up.

and it's crazy cause the 141 are like, "so when we gonna meet your little girlfriend?"

and gaz is like !?!?!??! "what girlfriend?"

in return 141 are just !?!?!?!!?!?!? "da fuq you mean what girlfriend, gaz? the girl you've been talking to every 5 minutes!"

and gaz, just- blushes. he doesn't know why but he does. like haha, you as his girlfriend- that's weird! could you imagine!? could you imagine...

gaz starts to fucking hyperfixate on imagining you as his girlfriend than bestfriend.

and like you and gaz have always heard people say that before but for some reason being thousands of miles away from you made him really fucking start to fixtate on that scenario. the 141 boys did not help. at all. always asking how gaz's girl is- making gaz roll his eyes and hide the blush as he talks to you on the phone.

then idk he gets to go home. gets to see you. and he forgets about the whole girlfriend conversation and is just happy to be with you. his best friend. his confidenant. his ride or die. his girl.

but then he realizes that he'd have you in whichever form you'd give him. and that's why- that's why he shoves away the thoughts about you being his girlfriend- UNTIL-

he's pissed. some lad you're seeing isn't treating you right (ofc it's some guy you met while gaz was away) and you're defending the guy. but every defence you bring up, he's got a rebuttal right back.

"he's not always so mean..." "bird, i've never talked to you like he did tonight, that ain’t an excuse."

"he's just having a shit time at work." "love, seriously? i get shot at on a constant basis and have fallen out of a helicopter twice."

"okay well- it's just a bad day today for him- that's all." "doll, when i've had the shittest day, any message, call, gift from you, anything that reminds me of you, makes me feel millions and millions more better. my 'bad day' is when we haven't talked."

...so things get pretty intense, and idk, maybe your stubborn and just like sarcastically say, "well not every guy feels the same as you gaz."

"damn right they don't because how i feel for you, none of those assholes could ever comprehend how much i lo-"

and he stops himself. clenches his jaw and swallows down the 'i love you'. he looks away from you when you look at him confused.

becauae you both have said those three little words before. throughout your whole friendship. what's different now???

♡

ahhhhhhhhhh i just wowwww gaz w/ friends to lovers trope yes pleasee

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littlest-w01f · 1 month ago

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A request for a story with Sylus x reader please. Imagine his s/o is part of Onychinus. It's her job to train new recruits, but is having trouble recently. She mentions that one newbie isn't performing, no matter how much she scolds him or punishes him with kicks. Sylus observes the situation and realizes his s/o is unintentionally acting like a dominatrix and the new recruit is a masochist who's into that.

a/n: You know, I say this with the utmost respect for you, there is no way I would've ever thought of this... I love it.

Discipline

Sylus x Reader

SYLUS MASTERLIST

LADS MASTERLIST

Summary: Training new recruits was never easy, the phase you worked at was where you had to weed out the weak, the ones who would try to turn on Onychinus, the scared, those who wouldn't actually be able to handle the life of crime. But what you'd never met is someone who enjoyed the discipline phase a little too much.

Cw: Suggestive, reader is a sadist, knives, new kink unlocked for Sylus (cause reader is really hot and omg I kinda want reader to dom me)

These thugs thought they had what it took to survive in Onychinus's world, because that's what the N109 zone was, but you knew better. Only the strongest, most ruthless, yet smart would make it through their rigorous training unscathed. And even then, there had to be a test of loyalty once they donned their gang.

Luke and Kieran were visiting, the younger recruits had come to watch you do your thing tonight, whipping, both literally and figuratively, the new recruits into shape.

The air was thick with tension as you stood before the group of fresh faces, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and determination. Luke and Kieran watched from the sidelines, their expressions unreadable behind their crow masks.

"You think you've got what it takes?" You asked, your voice low and menacing. "Prove it."

With a swift motion, you unsheathed your knife from mid-air, while Sylus' evol was energy, drawing from the living, yours was Necro-energy, drawing from the dead, its blade glinting under the dim lighting, it was dark like death, you and your husband an unlikely pair, yet fit perfectly. The recruits exchanged nervous glances, but none dared to back down.

You chose the young man at the front of the lines, trying to flirt with a woman beside him, disrupting your speech. "Get on your knees," You commanded, your tone brooking no argument. As he complied, you stood before him, pressing the cold steel against his throat. "You do not ignore me, or try to talk over me."

His eyes darted between you and the knife, panic flaring in their depths. Sweat beaded on his brow, mixing with the sheen of fear. You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "Disrespect will get you killed here."

With deliberate slowness, you traced the edge of the blade down his cheek, feeling him shudder beneath your touch. The other recruits watched, transfixed, their own hearts pounding in sync with the thug's racing pulse.

"You're lucky we need men like you," You continued, your voice a husky purr as your knife trailed down his muscular arms, drawing a line of blood. "But don't think for a second that means you're in control. In this world, power is everything. And right now, I hold all the cards. And I hope you have some brain with those muscles so you don't end up bleeding over the floor. Blood is so hard get out of carpet."

A faint trickle of crimson began to seep from the shallow cuts on his arms, staining the fabric of his shirt. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he met your gaze, his eyes a mixture of terror and something darker in his eyes.

"I... Understand, ma'am." He managed to stammer out, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't forget."

"Mistress." You corrected, still glaring, the man in front of you was easily a head taller than you, though not as tall as Sylus, not that either man had ever intimidated you. "I'm no old lady."

"Of... Of course, Mis-Mistress..." The man on his knees replied instantly, his voice husky.

You chuckled darkly, amused by his stuttered attempts to address you properly. "That's more like it," you purred, giving his chin a sharp pinch to emphasize your point. "Now, let's see how well you do."

With a flick of your wrist, you sent the knife spinning across the room, embedding it hilt-deep in the wall just inches from Kieran's masked face, the twin didn't flinch a bit, knowing you'd never scar him.

Meanwhile, the recruit on his knees let out a strangled gasp, his body tensing up reflexively, watching the knife go so close to the man. But he quickly regained control, swallowing hard as he kept his gaze fixed on you, awaiting further instruction.

You turned your attention back to the trembling recruit, a cruel smile playing on your lips as you slowly reached out to run a finger along his jawline, feeling the stubble rasp against your skin. His breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to process the sudden touch.

"Look at me," You commanded, his chin tilted up, his gaze to meet yours. His pupils were dilated, and the brown irises were almost swallowed whole by the darkness. You could practically taste his fear.

"Good boy," You said with a smirk. "You should know better than talk when I'm talking." With a kick to the man's knee, you buckled him to stand up.

You sighed, dipping into your bed, Sylus walked beside your bed, his evol holding two wine glasses and a new bottle of wine. "Those new ones got your tired huh? That's never happened." His red eyes held a teasing glint in them.

"Do not get me started, Sy." You took a glass from him, pouring yourself some wine, "Only one. It's been a week and he's not ging to make it outside, he keeps messing things up and I've run out of diaipline methods to teach him a lesson. He never behaves. Yesterday he dropped our expensive wine, I had to beat some sense in him that was so much money right on the floor, then today he dropped something again. Like he enjoys pissing me off."

Sylus raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he set the bottle and his glass aside, leaning against the wall near your bed. "Well, perhaps I should be there when you do next time," he suggested, his voice low and husky. "I'm known to be quite frightening when I want to."

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of the rich red liquid, letting it warm your chest. "Oh please, you think your scary act impresses me? I've seen you cuddle kittens."

Sylus chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Yes, but only around you. Trust me, kitten, I know how to break spirits."

The next morning, Sylus visited you, watching you work with the new recruits, and like clockwork, that one man messed things up again

Sylus observed you from the shadows, his crimson eyes narrowing as he watched the same hapless recruit botch another task under your supervision. He couldn't help but chuckle at the man's misfortune, shaking his head in amusement.

When the recruit finally stumbled and dropped the heavy crate he was carrying, to load it in a truck, you marched over to him, your expression stern. "What part of 'carry it carefully' did you not understand?" You demanded, hands on your hips as you loomed over the man's crouched form.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and frustration. "I-I'm sorry, Mistress! It slipped!"

You snorted derisively. "Slipped? You call that an excuse? Get back up and try again. And this time, use both hands!"

The recruit scrambled to his feet, clutching the crate tightly as he eyed you warily. With a nod, he began to carry it towards the designated storage area, moving cautiously this time.

As he passed by Sylus, the latter crossed his arms over his broad chest, his gaze following the man's progress. When the recruit disappeared around the corner, Sylus turned to you, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Well, kitten, I think I know the problem. Because he's turned the fuck on. Just by your angry voice… How did you manage that? People naturally fear you, but that one is aroused."

Your brows furrowed, intrigued despite yourself by Sylus' observation. "Aroused? By my anger?"

He nodded, his red eyes gleaming with amusement. "It's not uncommon, especially among the submissive types. Some find the intensity of a dominant's displeasure... Arousing. And you are being quite dominating."

You pondered this, recalling the way the recruit's body language had shifted during your scolding, the flush on his cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his eyes seemed to drink in every word, the way he had whimpered just the day before when you'd tried to discipline him, the kicks he took that made him breath heavy by something else entirely.

You felt a spark of curiosity ignite within you, mixed with a dash of concern. "He's making mistakes so I'd yell at him..."

Sylus shrugged, his broad shoulders rolling casually. "Perhaps, but the effect is clear. He craves your wrath, even if he doesn't consciously acknowledge it. Which brings us to the question, are you aware of the influence you wield, mistress?" He spoke the title they called you, "Over these people, and perhaps others beyond your immediate domain?"

As Sylus posed the question, you found yourself considering the extent of your impact on those around you. Your thoughts drifted to the way the other recruits had been watching the interaction between you and the one Sylus said was into you, or rather your anger, their expressions ranging from fascination to unease.

"Maybe," You mused aloud, "but I've always believed in discipline and setting clear expectations. If they can't handle a little yelling, then maybe they're not cut out for this line of work."

Sylus hummed thoughtfully, his gaze never leaving yours. "True enough, but sometimes the methods we employ can have unintended consequences. Like awakening desires that might not have existed otherwise. You can be sadistic as times..."

You felt a slight pang at the accusation, but pushed it aside, focusing instead on the matter at hand. "Sadistic? Maybe, but I'm not interested in exploring whatever twisted fantasies that recruit might harbor. My job is to train him to be a capable enforcer, nothing more."

Sylus inclined his head, acknowledging your perspective. "Fair enough, but keep in mind that power dynamics can be complex. Even the most seemingly straightforward interactions can take on deeper meanings." He paused, studying you intently. "And speaking of power, I've noticed you seem to have a certain... Effect on me as well, kitten. I should visit you training novices more often."

Your heart skipped a beat at Sylus' words, a thrill running through you at the suggestion. Despite his playful demeanour, there was an undeniable undertone of desire in his voice that made your skin prickle with excitement.

"You think so, do you?" You teased, a coy smile playing on your lips. "Well, I suppose I could use a... Hands-on observer. For quality control purposes, of course."

You watched the recruit drop another box he was carrying, now that you knew it wasn't an accident, you turned to Sylus with a smile, "You wanna watch me put the poor novice in his place?"

"Show me what you're working with, kitten." Sylus murmured, his hot breath tickling your ear as he leaned in close.

"Oh, I intend to," You purred, your voice dripping with promise. With a fluid motion, you strode over to the fallen crate, bending down to retrieve it. As you straightened, you caught the recruit's eye, a wicked grin spreading across your face.

"Well, well, looks like someone needs a reminder about focus." You sauntered over to the recruit, your heels clicking against the polished floor. The scent of your perfume lingered in the air as you stopped mere inches from his quivering form.

"Now, pay attention, because I'm only going to explain this once," You hissed, your breath hot against his ear. "If you can't carry a simple crate without dropping it, you're useless to me. And trust me, I have zero tolerance for incompetence."

Leaning in closer, you trailed a finger down the side of his face, relishing the tremors that rippled through him. "So here's what's going to happen. You're going to start over from the beginning, and this time, you're going to succeed. Or else." Your words hung in the air, heavy with menace, as you stepped back and crossed your arms over your ample chest.

"Or else what, mistress?" His voice was husky, looking up at you, you'd been too oblivious to notice how you could see all his blood rushing south.

You smiled, trailing a finger on his chin, "Or what I'm going to do to you will redefine the word sadistic." You smirked at how the look in his eyes faltered, "This is a place for business, not for you to experiment on getting off. You will behave from now on and if I catch you even thinking about using me for personal gratification, there will be consequences."

The recruit's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, his eyes darting away from yours as a wave of fear rose in him. "Y-yes, Mistress," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

You let out a low, mocking laugh, the sound echoing in the silent room. "Good boy," You cooed condescendingly, patting his cheek. "Remember, obedience is key here. Now, pick up that crate and try again. And this time, put some effort into it."

As the recruit scrambled to comply, you turned to Sylus, a triumphant smirk playing on your lips. "See? A little fear can work wonders," You said, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sylus approached you, arms wrapping around your waist, "You wanna work some of that magic on me?"

You leaned into Sylus' embrace, a sly smile curling your lips as you gazed up at him. "Oh, I think I can work some magic on you alright," You purred, reaching up to trail a finger along his chiselled jawline. "But first, let's get rid of these pesky recruits. They're cramping our style."

"You're a wicked temptress, aren't you, kitten?" He growled, his voice low and husky. "Always pushing boundaries, always seeking more."

You grinned up at him, your heart racing with anticipation. "Guilty as charged," You purred, reaching up to trace the curve of his sculpted bicep. "But who can blame me when I have such a delicious specimen to play with?"

Sylus chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through his chest. "Flattery will get you everywhere with me. We should go upstairs, I'd hate to have to kill the new folk cause they saw your gorgeous body and me on my knees for my wife."

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biblical-chronicles · 2 months ago

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Late calls

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where Liam starts calling you for comfort late in the night. Over and over again.

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You still had the number.

Scrawled on a napkin, the ink slightly smudged from the condensation of your pint that night. It was one of those stories you’d whip out when you were trying to impress someone—Yeah, met Liam Gallagher once. Had a bit of a moment, he gave me his number apparently, never called, though. It always got a good reaction, usually a mix of envy and disbelief.

But the truth was, it had stung a little.

Not that you’d been expecting much. Maybe he was just drunk, maybe he was just feeling generous, or maybe he’d woken up the next morning and decided you weren’t worth the trouble. It didn’t matter. You weren’t gonna be the desperate and pester him with texts, hanging onto something that was never meant to be anything.

So, you let it be. Shoved the napkin into a drawer, let it turn into just another funny little anecdote.

Until tonight.

You were curled up on the sofa, legs tucked under you, wrapped in a blanket, half-watching some absolute bollocks on the telly. The kind of mindless nonsense that didn’t require any real attention, just background noise to fill the room.

Then your phone rang.

Your brow furrowed slightly as you reached for it, expecting a mate, maybe someone asking if you wanted to pop down the pub. But when you saw Liam's name flash on the screen your stomach flipped so violently you actually sat up straight.

For a second, you just stared.

The telly was still droning on in the background, but you scrambled for the remote, switching it off so fast it nearly slipped from your hands. You could feel your pulse in your throat, a weird mix of excitement and nerves clawing its way up your spine.

Your hand hovered over the screen.

Then, before you could overthink it, you pressed accept and brought the phone to your ear.

“…Hello?”

Silence.

Not total silence—there was breathing, the distant rustling of fabric, the faintest sound of movement on his end. But he didn’t speak.

Your frown deepened. “Liam?”

A slow, quiet sigh. Then, finally—

“D’you remember me?”

His voice wasn’t how you remembered it. Gone was the cocky, sharp-mouthed lad from the pub, this was… softer.

A breathy laugh escaped you, light but surprised. “’Course I do,” you said, trying to ease whatever weird tension was hanging between you. “Thought you forgot about me.”

A pause. Then, even quieter—“Nah. Didn’t forget.”

You shifted slightly, settling deeper into the cushions. “Everything alright?”

“Dunno,” he admitted, voice so low you barely caught it. Then, after a beat, “Can we talk?”

Your brows knit together. “Yeah, just about what?”

Another pause. The kind that stretched just a second too long, making you realise he doesn’t know. Like he called on instinct alone, like he didn’t have a plan beyond hearing your voice.

“Dunno,” he repeated. And this time, his voice cracked, just a little.

You exhaled, tilting your head back against the couch, letting your eyes close. “S’alright, Liam,” you murmured. “You don’t have to talk. Just stay on, yeah?”

A beat. Then—

“Yeah. Alright.”

Neither of you spoke after that.

You just sat there, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, the occasional rustle as he shifted wherever he was. It should’ve been awkward, but somehow, it wasn’t. It was warm, in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

At some point, your eyelids grew heavier, your grip on the phone loosening slightly. The quiet between you had settled into something more familiar, like an old song playing in the background. The tension from earlier had faded, replaced by something almost peaceful.

You woke up to the dim glow of your phone screen, still resting in your palm. The call had ended at some point during the night, leaving nothing but the quiet hum of your flat around you. For a moment, you just blinked at the ceiling, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep, trying to remember if it had even really happened.

Then you noticed the message.

Thanks, love.

You stared at it for a long moment, your mind still hazy from sleep, your heart flickering somewhere between confusion and warmth. You didn’t know what to make of it, didn’t know if it meant anything at all, but you smiled to yourself anyway. Whatever had been weighing on him last night, at least he’d found some comfort. That was enough.

You weren’t expecting it to happen again.

But a few nights later, it did.

It started the same way. Your phone buzzing unexpectedly, Liam’s name lighting up the screen. This time, there was no hesitation before you answered.

“Couldn’t sleep?” you asked.

A low chuckle crackled through the line, the sound rough but softer than you remembered. “Somethin’ like that,” he admitted.

He didn’t ask for anything, didn’t say much at all, really. Just settled into the quiet like it was familiar now, like he’d decided that this was his new way of unwinding. And you didn’t mind. You weren’t sure what to call it, but there was something nice about it. Something steady.

It became a thing after that.

Every few nights, then every other night, until it was just normal.

Your phone would ring late, long after the world had quieted down, and you’d answer, already smiling to yourself. Sometimes he’d talk a little, voice low and lazy, telling you about some daft thing his mate said that day, or how the telly was just shite lately. Sometimes he wouldn’t say much at all, just let you ramble about whatever nonsense was on your mind that night. And sometimes—most times—he’d just lie there, listening to you breathe, letting the silence settle around you both like a familiar old tune.

You never brought it up in the daylight.

It was something that belonged to the night, something quiet and unspoken. And you weren’t about to question it. Not when it felt this easy.

Not when, night after night, the calls kept coming, Liam’s voice slipping through the receiver. It had become your thing, this strange, fragile ritual. A comfort neither of you fully acknowledged, but both of you clung to.

So when the calls suddenly stopped, you noticed.

A few nights passed in silence. No buzzing phone. No heavy sighs on the other end of the line. You told yourself it was fine, that maybe he’d sorted himself out, that maybe whatever was weighing on him had eased. That it was never meant to be anything permanent.

And then, just when you’d finally started to convince yourself of that, there was a knock at your door.

When you opened it, Liam was there, standing under the dim glow of the hallway light, he must've remembered you mentioning where you lived during one of your rants. His face was unreadable for a moment, his eyes flickering over yours, searching for something you weren’t sure you could name. Then, before you could even ask what he was doing here, he stepped forward, crossed the threshold, closed the door, and wrapped his arms around you.

It wasn’t careful nor hesitant. He held you like he really needed to.

For a second, you just stood there, frozen, your cheek pressed against the worn fabric of his jacket, his breath warm against your hair. Then you melted into it, your arms slipping around his back, squeezing tight. You didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to. The way he clung to you, the way his fingers curled slightly into the fabric of your shirt, said more than words could.

When he finally pulled back, just enough to look at you, his hands still on your back, keeping you close. “Thank you.” he murmured, voice low, like it had taken him all night just to get those two words out.

You shook your head, offering a small smile. “It’s nothing. Really. I’m just glad to help, whatever it is you’re going through.”

Liam let out a slow breath, his gaze flickering downward for a moment, like he wasn’t sure he wanted to say what was on his mind.

“I just… I feel like I can’t trust nobody that much. Not anymore,” he admitted, his thumb brushing absently against your back. “Didn’t know who to reach out to for… y’know, a bit of comfort. Every fucker’s either waitin’ to take the piss, or they’d be on the phone to the press before I even got me words out.”

Your heart ached at the exhaustion that lingered beneath his voice. “And yet, somehow, you landed on me in that whole mess?” you teased gently, trying to lift the weight off his shoulders, if only a little.

Liam huffed a small laugh through his nose, his hands coming up to cup your face, rough palms warm against your skin. His thumbs brushed lightly over your cheekbones as he looked at you, something grateful in his gaze. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Somehow.”

Then he kissed you.

It was gentle, like he wasn’t quite sure if he was allowed. Like he was still unsure of what this thing between you was. But the second you sighed against his lips and kissed him back just as softly, he relaxed into it.

When he pulled away, his forehead was against yours, his hands sliding down to your waist, holding you close, grounding himself in you.

“Could we… maybe fall asleep next to each other for real this time?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You didn’t answer. Just took his hand, led him inside, and locked the door behind you.

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don't know exactly what this is but had requests for Liam and just made summat up, hope it's alright love ya xx

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apomaro-mellow · 2 years ago

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Steve’s parents are in a cult and sacrifice him for their own gains. Yall can thank @whoevenknowsdude for giving me the motivation not to give up on this version.

The party was going on as usual. Steve had been to many of them before. The earliest he remembered was being five and led around by his mother’s hand, then eventually being handed off to a nanny for the rest of the evening. It was always some sort of parade. As a young child, he was the cute baby version of his father. Something for the women to coo at.

Around 11 he was a growing lad who was expected to cause a little trouble. Then at 14 he was a young man with a promising future.

Growing up, there was one part he was always dreading. The point where people tried to set him up with their daughters, or granddaughters, or nieces. He heard pieces of such transactions all the time.

‘Oh you must meet my daughter.’

‘You know Celia is about your age...’

‘So have you got a girlfriend?’

Steve caught glimpses of the older boys either politely rebuffing or ending up engaged with someone. This was a very insular crowd, he knew that. Still, he hoped he’d have something resembling a choice when the time came.

And yet, as he got older, no one rushed to introduce him to anyone. It confused him to no end. He had no trouble attracting girls at school and all of his parents’ friends thought he was charming. He came from good stock. Why did no one want him to marry their daughter?

He tried not to feel so offended by it. But it was just so bizarre.

But back to tonight. It was going like it always did. Steve spent most of it by his parents’ sides, only occasionally going off on his own. He made nice conversation, had a drink or two, despite being nineteen, and kept the Harrington name good and golden.

As the hour got late though, it got to the point where most of the men split off to have cigars. Steve was usually excused at this point but this time his father put a hand on his shoulder and led him to the next room. He took part in more conversation about his prospects (not going to school but who needed to when he was planning on succeeding his father) and drank some brandy.

“Steve, it’s time we discussed your future”, his father said, letting out a puff of cigar smoke.

“What about it...exactly?”, Steve asked.

“That sometimes we must defer to a higher power.”

“....Right...”

“Steven”, one of the other men started. “You ever take one for the team?”

“Yeah, plenty of times. But what are you guys talking about what’s going on?”, Steve asked.

“Come with me, son.”

Steve got up and followed his father. The other men came along down the stairs into the basement of the clubhouse. But then it went deeper.

“History is filled with ambitious figures, Steve. People who did whatever it took to reach their goals. Tonight it’s up to you to take us even higher.”

“Up to me? What do you want me to do?”

They came to the bottom of the stairs. His mother was already waiting, along with the other women. There was a large stone slab with restraints on it and Steve felt his stomach drop at the implication. But he didn’t want to believe it. It was too crazy.

“Mom, Dad...what are we doing here?”

“The higher power we worship will give us fortune beyond what we could dream of”, his father said. “But everything has its price.”

Before Steve could utter another question, he felt hands on him, gripping and pushing him towards the slab. He struggled and screamed for both of his parents. For some kind of explanation. For something that made sense. But he could feel his sanity slipping as they got him on the altar and tied his limbs down.

Lawrence, 50, with an unconvincing hairpiece stood over him. Steve never liked Lawrence. He always looked at him weird and his touches lingered like he was inspecting a piece of meat.

He was doing it now, trailing a hand up his tied up arm.

“I can’t thank you enough for your sacrifice, Steven. And your parents for bringing up such good stock. I have no doubt he will be pleased with you.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on but there’s no way you’re going to kill me for-for what? More money?”

His mother came into view, her expression mournful and Steve wanted to vomit.

“Steve, my love, we won’t be killing you. We could never do that. We just need a bit of your blood. After that....well after that....”

“Our lord will do what he wants with you. And with their lot I can only imagine he will want to devour your soul”, his father finished.

“So you are killing me.”

“We won’t be dealing the killing blow”, his father said. “And who is to say you won’t survive?”

Steve took a deep breath through his nose. This was insane. But it seemed like they at least didn’t plan to put a stake through his heart. He’d lose a bit of blood, they’d probably chant, and then when their demon lord didn’t show up, he could get a shower and then maybe disown his parents.

That didn’t make this situation any less shitty though.

Then someone ripped open his jacket and shirt, exposing his chest. Both of his parents were given knives. The knowledge that they didn’t intend to kill him quell that instinctual fear. Steve had always been a good kid. But sometimes good wasn’t enough. Sometimes he wondered if his parents regretted having him. So his current view wasn’t helping at all in that regard.

They both cut a slit right in the center of his palms and he hissed. They then took his blood and drew a symbol on his stomach.

There was indeed chanting but between the alcohol, his bleeding hands, and the general delirium, Steve couldn’t make it out. God, he just wanted this to be over. He just wanted normal parents who didn’t sacrifice their own son to the devil. He wanted a lot of things but it seemed like life would disappoint him one last time.

“Whoa! You’ve got a real party going on here”, a voice said, coming down the stairs.

“Who the hell are you?”, one of the chanters demanded.

Steve craned his neck to see....some guy. It was just some guy, in a black tank top and ripped jeans.

“Who? Me?”, he came to the bottom of the steps and looked around. “Was I not summoned? I thought I heard my name.”

“Someone get this fool out of here!”

“Oh, I see what the issue is. I’m not in the proper attire. My bad.” He took a few more steps forward, right into the range of the men who had advanced on him. Then flames erupted from his body, burning them in an instant. When the fire dissipated, Steve let out a gasp and started to actually pull against his restraints.

This was real! Fuck this was real! A real demon with horns and claws and fangs and shit-were those wings?! He had to get out of here, even if that meant ripping his hands and feet off to escape.

Turned out that was the wrong move. In seconds, the demon crossed the room on all fours and climbed atop the slab to hover over Steve.

“My lord”, Steve’s father said in an impressively even tone. “We offer you our greatest sacrifice-” He was cut off with a deep growl, one that Steve felt in his bones, being this close.

“You...haven’t...sacrificed....anything.” The demon turned its gaze to Steve, lying under him. “But you still have so much to give.” He touched a clawed hand to Steve’s stomach where the bloody symbol was. “Will you give it to me?”

Steve let out a breath. He was going to die. He was going to die and what did he have to show for it? Actually....what did he have to show for it if he lived tonight? Maybe it would be painless, this soul sucking. He just wanted to be done.

“Just take it”, Steve said. “Take whatever you want.”

The demon laughed darkly. “I always do.” He smeared a clawed hand against Steve’s torso, messing up what was drawn there. He sniffed his hand and let out a sigh.

“Steve!”, his mother shrieked and he wondered if she had just realized what she was giving him up for.

“They spilt your blood for their own gains. Now to me, that doesn’t seem fair”, the demon said. “Don’t you think they should have to give something up? Don’t you want them dead?”

Steve dared to look the demon in his face. The eyes betrayed nothing. Just a blank, red void. But there was something about his expression anyway. Something in the quirk of his lip, the tilt of his head. Steve wondered if he actually would kill everyone in this room if he asked. As for himself, well, despite everything Steve couldn’t ask that of him. He really only wanted one thing and this might be his single chance to voice it out loud.

“I just want to be free.”

“Now see here”, Lawrence said, wagging a finger. “We have been your loyal servants. Our wishes-cckhk!”

He was cut off when the demon’s tail wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer. The demon brought him over until they were eye to eye.

“I would go ahead and count the blessings I already have. You all get to live another day.” He dropped Lawrence, ignoring his gasps for breath as he looked back down at Steve. “And you’re coming with me.”

Flames swirled around them but Steve didn’t feel any heat. Just a rush of warm wind as his restraints disappeared. The light got too bright though and he closed his eyes. When he no longer felt the light behind them, he opened them up, expecting the fires of hell, or a dark abyss of a pit. Maybe even some combination of the two.

Instead he found that he was in a….cramped apartment. The demon was back to the tank top and jeans and Steve wondered if someone had slipped something into a drink.

“You live here?”

The demon stuck his hands in his back pockets. “Whenever I come topside, yeah. And for the time being, so do you.”

“Me?”

“Don’t tell me you wanna go back to those assholes. Not after they-” He stopped speaking and his nostrils flared. Then he looked down.

Steve followed his gaze and saw that his hands were dripping blood onto the floor. “Ah, shit, sorry I-” He was about to wipe it on his ruined shirt when the demon grabbed a wrist, freezing him in place. His words were caught in his throat when the demon took a long sniff at the blood still slowly dripping out of his palm. He looked Steve in the eye as he slowly licked it clean. When the blood was gone, Steve saw his hand was completely healed.

The demon took his other hand and did the same, but somehow went even slower. The licks were punctuated with what could have been open mouth kisses but Steve wasn’t sure. Either the demon was making out with his hand or trying to eat him with little success.

When that one was finished, the demon looked at him and Steve was taken with how blown his eyes were. Like Steve’s blood was top shelf.

“B-buy a guy dinner first, huh?”

The demon came back into himself and took a step back, releasing Steve’s hand. “Yeah, sorry it’s just-yeah…” He cleared his throat and then turned, going deeper into the apartment. “So my home is your home, until you figure out exactly what you wanna do. Um, bathroom’s over there I’m sure you wanna get the rest of that blood off.”

He looked almost nervous to have Steve here. And the absurdity of that made Steve let out a chuckle. And then everything came crashing down on him and he started to laugh in earnest. The demon’s anxious stance just made more laughter bubble forth. What the fuck had his life become?

“Are you okay?”

“I just realized why none of them wanted me to date their daughters.” Steve pushed his hair out of his face. “They knew they’d be giving me to you.” As he laughed the tears started to fall. The demon looked even more shocked but then he came over and wrapped his arms around Steve.

“I don’t know why I’m laughing. Or why I’m crying.”

“Because it’s fucked up man. Like hilariously fucked up. And sometimes you gotta laugh about that crap.” The demon pulled away just enough to look Steve in the eye. “But you’re better than what you just left behind. You proved that by letting them live.”

Steve wiped at his eyes. “Well you already burned a couple of them. Wait, you killed them!”

“Collateral damage when I let my flames loose. I don’t like being touched.” He seemed to realize he was doing just that and raised his hands in the air before taking two steps away from Steve.

“I don’t even know your name. And you would’ve actually killed them for me?”

“Oh I go by Eddie nowadays.” He turned and looked like he was trying to make himself busy by picking things up and putting them down.

“Eddie? Just Eddie?”

“Short for Edifice. Um, did you want that shower?”

“I….” Steve still had questions. But he felt barely functioning right now. Like if he got one more bit of information his brain would explode.

“Steve….You’re free now. That was what you asked for.” The demon, no, Eddie, his name was Eddie, was smiling at him.

“I want….to go to sleep.”

Eddie started to walk away and Steve followed. He led him to a room where the bed took up most of the space.

“It’s yours for tonight. And tomorrow, well it’s all up to you now.”

Steve collapsed against the bed. He vaguely registered his shoes being taken off but soon fell into oblivion.

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #i have a whole lore in the back of my head #about how eddie is essentially 911 for summoning #but we'll get into that in part 2

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souredgrape · 24 days ago

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Dreaming

Will Lenney x James Marriott

Synopsis: Will wakes up one morning after a crazy dream, shifting his whole view on things. Then his invite to James photoshoot sends him over the edge.

WC: 4.9K

Warning: MDNI. Cursing. Hickeys. Kissing. Implied sexual content. Panic attack.

If this makes you uncomfortable or you don’t like it, just scroll.

Will was straight. He knew that, he’d always known that. There was no reason to believe otherwise. Until one night, Will sat bolt upright in his bed, beads of sweat running down his face. He glanced at the clock, four am, the digital text staring at him. He clutched his sheets, images floating through his mind. Images of lips against his skin, trailing down his neck and chest. Being pinned to the mattress, large hands caressing his body and bruises being painted against his jaw. Images of James. Will panted, painfully aware of how he was feeling beneath the sheets. His mind was going at a thousand miles per hour. It wasn’t normal. Why was he dreaming of that? Surely it was just a blip of his brain. Overworked and under-rested. There was no way he actually wanted that, was there? However the more he thought about it, the faster his heart was beating and the more his crisis grew.

The very next day Will sat in his studio, staring at the white desk in front of him, as if it offended him. He could do it, he could face James and act normal. Act like he didn’t dream about them having sex just hours ago. He’d never gotten back to sleep. But he did sit on his couch sipping coffee the whole morning. His stomach was swirling with acid but Will didn’t feel like eating. Even if he was exhausted and dizzy. He’d push through. It was just a stupid dream. It meant nothing.

“What did the table ever do to you?” James voice suddenly entered his ears, making him jump slightly. Will looked up, meeting his best friend’s hazel eyes. Were they always so pretty? He cleared his throat.

“Sorry, zoned out lad.” He half joked, watching as James sat next to him. He was wearing a black T-shirt and ripped jeans. Nothing special but Will found himself staring. The jeans clung to his thick thighs, something that had caught his eyes more than once but he’d only just realised why. James looked better than ever. He now radiated confidence, his hair the perfect length. His facial hair complimented his skin perfectly. He really was attracted to James.

“Will?” He snapped out of it, looking at the taller man with wide eyes. “Are you alright?” James asked worried, his brows knitted together.

“Yeah, fine.” Maybe he really couldn’t face him.

Two videos later and they were all done for the day. Wills limbs felt like lead, he was so tired and so hungry. The whole time he’d been distracted by James. Once or twice he’d even caught himself flirting. Luckily everyone thought it was just a bit for the camera. So unlike him though, to make that many comments.

“Any plans tonight?” James stretched his arms above his head, a slither of his stomach becoming visible. Will felt like a fool, his cheeks colouring at the sight in front of him.

“No mate, I think I’m just gonna head home.” He said, straightening his disheveled hair out.

“Awe, without me?” James cooed, making Will tense slight but he managed to play it cool.

“Chill out brother.” He scoffed, watching as James got up and tucked his phone into his pocket. “Do you wanna come? Hang out, play fifa?” Will asked anxiously, for some reason. They hung out so often, it was not an unusual thing for him to suggest. James smiled at the offer.

“Of course I do.” He agreed. Will was happy but didn’t show it, still overly aware of how he was reacting to the man beside him. With a nod, Will stood quickly, too quickly. His vision clouded with darkness, blacking out with the sudden movement. Will stumbled, his knees giving out beneath him. James acted quickly, reaching out and holding Wills waist to keep him up.

“Woah, are you okay?” James sounded concerned, and that upset the northerner. He blinked hard, his blurry vision slowly focusing. His throat felt dry and he became aware of the nausea he was feeling. When he could see clearly again, he found James looking straight into his eyes with worry. “Hey..you back with me?”

“Sorry.” He breathed, realising that he’d been gripping onto James biceps for support.

“Don’t apologise. Have you eaten today?” Will shook his head. “It’s nearly five. We’re ordering as soon as we get to your flat.” James practically ordered, and Will found comfort in the authority. “Come on, we’ll talk once we’re there.”

Once they were back at his place, Will sat on his couch, his head in his hands as James ordered food from a local Japanese place.

“Will, you wanna talk about anything?” James offered, rubbing his back. Will wanted nothing more to get it off his chest, but that would mean telling him how he thought he felt. “You know I won’t judge you right?” It was reassuring to hear, and Will sighed sitting straight. Maybe he could half lie, just tell him a version of what he was dealing with. Turning towards James, he pulled his knees to his chest weakly.

“I had a mad dream last night, and I’m not gonna lie, it’s royally fucked my head up.” Will said honestly, swallowing the lump in his throat. James frowned, looked over his friend.

“What kind of dream?” Will just looked at him, face a little flushed. It took a moment, but James got it. “Oh, right. About someone you know?” He guessed from the amount it was bothering Will. The brunette nod, putting his head on his knees. “Do you like this person?”

“I don’t know.” Will mumbled, taking a deep breath. But he felt like he was lying to himself. He glanced at James, taking in his features. His pretty nose and plump lips, his hazel eyes. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure.” Will admitted softly. James gave him a short smile, placing a hand on his knee.

“Don’t stress over it. It’s normal to have crushes and those dreams. You don’t have to immediately profess your love to them.” He chuckled, gaining a smile from Will. “Be honest, was it Mikey?” That caught Will off guard, so he slapped James arm playfully.

“No you twat.” They both laughed, comfort wrapping around Will. It always felt so easy with James, how had it taken him so long to realise just how deep his feelings were? “Thanks Jim, for listening.”

“Always.”

———

They sat on that sofa, food consumed and a stupid movie playing on the Tv. Will had his head on James shoulder.

“I have a photo shoot here in London next Tuesday. Wanna come?” James asked, looking down at the man leaning on him. Will was slightly surprised by the offer, but he wouldn’t turn down an opportunity to see him.

“Yeah of course.” James looked ecstatic at his agreement, shaking Will with excitement.

“Yay, you’ll see how sexy I look in the nude.”

“Brother what?!” Will jumped back, and James burst out laughing, hunching forward. Even though it was clearly a joke, it took Will right back to the previous night, the images of them together filling his mind. He swatted the younger on the back of the head lightly.

“As if I’d want to see that.” Will spat, but his voice felt weak. James glanced at him, a small smirk on his lips.

“Whatever you say Will.”

———

James came knocking on his door the next week, an overnight bag in hand that he quickly dumped in Wills room for that evening.

“I looked on google maps, it’s like a ten minute walk to the studio. There’s a coffee shop on the same street too.” James said, watching as Will tied his converse up. Humming, the shorter stood and grabbed his phone. “Won’t you be cold without a proper coat?” James questioned, noting that Will was only wearing a thin t-shirt and a denim jacket.

“Nah lad I’ll be fine, let’s go. I really need a coffee.”

Will found out, about two minutes later, that the sun he saw through his window, was very deceiving. It was, in fact, cold. James looked at the man, not hiding his cockiness.

“You doing okay?”

“Fine.” Will muttered, hugging himself as they walked. Just ahead of them was the cafe that James had found. Will was grateful, still feeling half asleep from the early start. James stopped him before they went in, pulling off his coat then his hoodie. Will watched confused, as James put his coat back on then held out the black hoodie.

“Don’t just look at me.” He chuckled, helping Will slip the denim off. “Put this on, it’s warmer.”

“What about-“

“I’m not cold. You are.” James smiled, stepping away once Will had his hoodie on. “Drowns you.” He commented, admiring the sight in front of him. Will felt himself blush, pushing the sleeve up slightly. “I’ll go get our coffees.” James went into the cafe, leaving Will stood by the entrance. He sighed, rubbing his face. Wearing James hoodie made him feel all fuzzy inside, his heart felt fluttery. It was soft and comforting, oversized perfectly. Or was it just perfect because it belonged to the man he was pining over. Probably. “Here we go.” James thrust his iced coffee in his face, already sipping his own. Will took it gratefully and began walking again.

“Are you nervous?” Will looked up at James curiously.

“Surprisingly no. Maybe because you’re here?” The brunette said thoughtfully, his straw resting against his lips. The comment made Will smile, and he hoped it was true.

———

“Ah there you are!” A boisterous man called out happily as the duo stepped into the studio.

“Here I am.” James chuckled, handing Will his stuff. “Could you hold this for a moment?”

“Sure.” Will took it, no problem, watching as James was talking to the man. He was anxious, that much was obvious. His fists were balled, a habit that Will had noticed.

“Will can stay with me right?” James asked hopefully, earning a scoff from the director.

“Of course, he can stand behind the camera.” The director gleamed in Wills direction. “Come, come. I’ll take you both to the dressing room.” He took them through to a rather nice room, directing Will to put their things down. “Will you can come back out with me whilst James gets all made up.” The director spoke, making the men look at each other. James gave Will a soft smile, watching him get escorted out. The crew quickly crowded him, dolling the man up, getting him ready god his first shoot.

“I see you have coffee already, can I get you anything else?” The director asked, unfolding a chair for Will and placing it just to the side of the camera. The tall man shook his head politely. “Sitting here you’ll see everything.”

“Is there a theme of the day? Or is each uh..” Will paused, not too sure of the lingo. “..scene different?” Holding a clipboard, the director chuckled and began checking things off his sheet.

“Each is different, this first one we’re going classic.” He began enthusiastically, pointing to the set in front of them. “Sophisticated rockstar. A grunge room. Dark purple lighting. And most importantly. A suit.” Will glanced up as he sat down, taking in the scene around him.

“Wait, a suit?” Will suddenly questioned, realising that his mind had skimmed over that.

“Oh yeah, it’s going to look fantastic.” The director scurried off shortly after, helping his team on the set. James often performed in suits, or most of a suit, but either way, Will was hiding his interest. Sipping his coffee, he smiled to himself, happy that he’d been invited. He could admire James in plain sight and no one would bat an eye. They had filmed a video in James’s flat the other day and Will caught himself staring on more than one occasion. Now he was absolutely certain that it wasn’t a fluke dream. Will really did fancy James. More than a normal crush. No, he really liked him. It was a scary realisation, but now Will was just a blushing mess every time the younger even glanced in his direction. He was now leaning into the flirty jokes and even making his own back. The door opened and finally, James came into the room. He was wearing a dark grey suit, one that had a few tears and purposeful rips. A black shirt with the top few buttons undone, showing just a little chest hair. Of course, he was wearing Chelsea boots, what else would he wear. He looked good though. Wills blue eyes were glued to him as he walked across the set to the director. They spoke for a minute, before James looked over at Will and smiled brightly. He looked insanely good, it took a moment for Will to return the smile. Just as James was about to head in his direction, the cameras were turned on and he was stopped. Will let out a breath, grateful and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to talk to him sanely. James walked further into the set up, clearly listening to some instructions. The director was taking steps backwards, towards the various cameras.

“…that’s it sit up on the speaker,” James did as he was instructed, hopping up onto the equipment with ease. He pulled his leg up, the heel of his boot resting on the speaker. A crew member handed him his trademark guitar. “ that’s it just like that. And for now I want you to just play something. We’ll get a couple shots of you in the zone.” The director let him know, now stood beside Will. James grinned before focusing in on his guitar, moving his fingers with ease, and Will instantly recognised his song. ‘Denial’. The cameras clicked in tandem, from all angles of the room. But Will only focused on him. “Great now-“ the director carried on, James doing whatever poses were thrown at him. Will simpered, staring at him with no shame. It was a photoshoot, no one would notice. Everyone was looking at him.

“Is he your boyfriend?” A young girl asked quietly, she was holding a laptop, receiving the pictures just moments after their capture. Will looked at her, eyeing up some of the photos. His throat felt a little dry from her question, did it look that way?

“No, no. He’s my mate.”

“Could’a fooled me, the way you’re looking at him.” She giggled before walking away, leaving Wills pulse racing far too fast.

———

James was lead away after a few more directions were yelled at him. A new outfit. The director was beaming, watching his crew change the set.

“A cellar?” Will questioned.

“It’s not really anything. Just a dingy backdrop. Gives us more range.” The director explained, as his crew carried in a beaten up, black sofa. “Minimalism. It’s perfect.” Will hummed in agreement, sipping on the dregs of his coffee. “You’re quite handsome yourself.” Will choked at the sudden compliment. The director laughed, patting his back. “Sorry bout that, it’s the scouter in me. I think we could use you in a couple of shots.” Will looked at the shorter man like he was mad, earning another laugh. “Oh don’t look at me like that, I mean it.” The director grinned. Will sighed and lulled his head to the side.

“If you need my superb good looks, I’m here.” He joked, but the older man nod in approval. The side door swung open.

“Ah James!” The director rushed over to the man, taking in his new outfit. “Oh it fits you perfectly!” Will peered over, jaw going a little slack. James was wearing a biker jacket, slightly too big but not unflattering. In fact, it looked amazing to Will. He couldn’t see what was underneath but he was wearing black slacks, some chunky docs and most important, his hair and make up was different. His hair was messy, showing off the cut with more definition. Then, the eyeliner. It suited him so well. Against his pale skin and only just blushed lips. Wills eyes were glued to him, who knew he had a thing for leather jackets.

“You’re sure he’s not your boyfriend?” It was the editor again, appearing behind him. Instead of denying any attraction this time, Will just scoffed and turned to her.

“Have you seen him?” There was insecurity in his inflection, making the girl frown. But it was clear she understood what he was saying though. When Will turned back to the set, he found James now sitting on the couch. The director was talking to him, arms moving around with conviction. Will tilted his head, trying to get a better look at his friend. It was annoying him that the man in charge was blocking most of his view. He wanted to see James. When the Director finally stepped aside, Wills eyes went wide. Beneath the denim jacket, James was wearing a vest. White, ribbed, fitted against his body perfectly. He prayed that the jacket would stay on.

“Alright let’s get a couple shots like this.” The director said, the cameras instantly snapping. James shifted into different positions naturally, raising both his arms and resting them behind his head, his legs crossing comfortably. Will never looked away, reminding himself to buy a copy of the damn magazine when it was published. “Good good, now how about a few more without the jacket.” It was an instruction, not a question. Will cursed mentally, unable to tear his eyes away as James slipped the coat off, hanging it to a crew member. Will swallowed, hard. All the gym sessions had been paying off. He chewed on his lips, eyes raking over James form, watching as he had more pictures taken. He moved, so he was lying with his head on the armrest, one leg flat and one leg bent at the knee, boot against the cushioning. Will stared at James arms, watched the muscles contort with every slight shift.

“-ill..Will?” He flinched, looking up to see The Director looking right at him. “Come here.” Slowly, Will stood, making his way onto the set. “Can I borrow your hands?”

“Uh, might be kinda hard as they’re attached to my wrists.” His comment made James laugh, which caused Will to smile. “What do you want me to do?” He was trying his hardest not to look at his friend, scared he’d give far too much away.

“Firstly I just want you to hold his hand. Stand behind the sofa out of shot. Roll your sleeve up and hold his hand.” The director said, standing back with his arms folded. Will nod, pushing his sleeves up and standing at an awkward angle behind the sofa. It was James who reached up, linking their fingers together. “Perfect hold that-“ the cameras flashed “-amazing. Now I want you to place your hand on his arm.” James let go, resting his hand on his chest. Will follows, carefully putting his hand on James forearm, still at an awkward angle so he wasn’t in shot. “Stunning. Your hands are so nice for this.” The director gleamed, looking over the pictures.

“They really are.” James mumbled, finally making eye contact with the Geordie. Will flushed, quickly averting his eyes.

“Right now come round the other side.” Will moved fast. “Crouch.” He did just that, getting as low as possible. “Now could you wrap your hand around his bicep, from underneath?” Will swore he was going to implode, his lips dry with nerves. Nevertheless, he complied, slipping his hand around his arm. He could feel the muscle beneath his palm, his blush only getting worse. “Oh that looks good, your hands are just the sight size.” The director praised. Will inhaled sharply, that statement taking him back to that dream. Everything he’d seen, everything he’d felt. The way his hands had traced James skin. He’d thought about it every night since, but now his hands were actually on him he was going crazy. “Perfect. Now if you could hold his face?”

“His what?” Will sputtered, looking up at the director in shock.

“Not in a harsh way silly. Hold his cheek, it’s a nice image. Trust me.” Timidly, Will moved sitting back on his heels. He reached out, gently cupping James cheek. James simpered, looking at Will fondly. They were close, but not close enough. “Oh that’s it.” The cameras flashed, careful enough to not get Will in shot. James was looking right into his eyes, his own hazel iris’s filled with an emotion Will couldn’t quite read. Slowly, James began to smile. A smile Will had never seen on him before, but god was it attractive. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide in panic. He stumbled back, alerting everyone in the studio. James sat up, brows furrowing with concern. Getting to his feet, Will turned and bolted through the door rushing down the corridor until he saw the exit. Instead of leaving, Will fell back against the painted brick wall, bringing his knees to his chest. He shoved his sleeves back down, hitting his head a few times.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” He muttered to himself, letting out a shaky breath. He felt like such an idiot. Why did he have to freak out about every little thing he felt? Pushing his face into his hands, Will didn’t know whether to cry or laugh at himself. The sound of thudding footsteps could be heard coming closer. Will could recognise what Docs sounded like, especially when it was James wearing them. He prepared himself for questions, to be laughed at or maybe seen as a joke. After all, he freaked over his best friend giving him direct eye contact. And the touching, and that stupidly attractive smile. The footsteps drew in, stopping just a meter away. James hummed, observing how Will was curled in on himself. He looked small and vulnerable. James was silent at first, not helping With wills anxiety. He could vaguely make out the man moving so he was right in front of him, then stepping back.

“Was I good?” James asked, leaning against the wall opposite him, one hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Wills brows furrowed, slowly lifting his head from his hands. He looked at James confused. “In the dream. Was I good?” James was smirking, staring down at him. Will felt his blood run cold, a lump forming in his throat. He knew. James knew.

“How did you-“

“It was obvious, you’re not subtle.” James chuckled, pushing himself off the wall and crouching in front of Will. “When you told me, you kept looking at my lips, and my arms, and my chest. Just not my eyes.” Will let his head hit the wall, his heart pounding. And James was still smirking at him. This was it. Their friendship was over.

“I’m sorry.” Will breathed, hands trembling. He was waiting for rejection. He was expecting it.

“For what, darling?” James asked, taking hold of his hands. The elder found himself blushing again.

“Making you uncomfortable.”

“Oh I’m not uncomfortable. At all.” James chuckled, subtly pulling Will closer, sliding his hands down his arms. Will looked at him with bated breath. “I’m actually flattered, love. Took you long enough to realise.” James kneeled, cupping Wills cheeks in his larger hands. “I guess your subconscious knew, just had to give you a nice little dream to notice.” His thumb traced just under Wills bottom lip.

“You knew the whole week?” Will managed to get out, his eyes flickering between the man’s lips and his eyes. James grinned widely, moving a few inches closer. “Smug bastard.” Will quipped, but there was no real bite.

“You love it though.” James closed the gap, pressing his lips against Wills softly. Will reacted immediately, wrapping his arms around James neck and kissing back. Feeling his reciprocation, James deepened the kiss with ease, bringing the man closer to himself. Will was overwhelmed, but so happy. He almost whined when the other pulled away.

“Why didn’t you say you knew?”

“Didn’t want to pressure you, love.” James said kindly, stroking his cheek. “Besides, I enjoy seeing you so flustered. It’s cute.”

“Oi, I was stressing.” Will scowled. Letting out a slight laugh, James helped Will up.

“You still look good doing it.” Now Will was blushing again, looking up at James with a shy smile. He reached up, straightening out the creases in his vest. The air around them was thick, but not negative.

“I really should go back into the studio.” James spoke quietly, taking a minuscule step forward, resting his forehead against Wills.

“Yeah..” Will didn’t want him to go, intertwining their fingers. Their eyes met and it only took a second their lips to meet again. The kiss was more desperate, filled with months of unsaid words and emotions. James had Will pinned to the wall, swallowing any noises the elder may have been making. He’d realised that Will, in his crash out, had ran to where his dressing room was. James smirked into the kiss, holding onto Wills waist and bringing him flush to his chest. Will didn’t complain, following James aimlessly. He didn’t care, he’d follow his every move if he had to. Walking backwards, James bit on Wills lower lip gently, resulting in a low moan. This only encouraged James, who was reaching behind himself in search of the door handle. Stumbling back into the dressing room, James kicked the door shut before dragging Will to the couch. He pulled him down onto his lap, their lips never parting. Will pushed him back, breathing heavily.

“You didn’t answer my question.” James chuckled, watching Will run his hands down his biceps. “Was I good?”

“What do you think? Twat.” Will huffed with embarrassment, looking at James.

“Mm, I don’t know.” He replied, gripping Wills hips, dragging him even closer. “I want you to tell me what happened.” James mumbled, peppering kisses along Wills jaw, making the man go rigid. “Want you to tell me how it felt.” Will shivered, letting himself relax under the younger man’s touch. His lips against his skin felt like fire. “Was it like this?”

“No.” Will shook his head. “This is better.” He sighed, James hand slipped beneath his hoodie, under his T-shirt, finding his waist. He nipped at his neck, drawing a quiet whine from the man on his lap. “It’s hazy.” Will stuttered, unable to focus. “I-I just remember your hands on me.” He began, gripping onto James vest. “All over me.”

“Yeah?” James smirked, quick to rip Wills top layers off. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

———

From the sofa, Will watched James sort himself in the mirror. Desperately trying to restyle the hair that Will had messed up.

“You need to put your clothes back on too, you know?” James chuckled, pulling on his vest and tucking it back into his pants. Will sat up, putting on his jeans with minimal effort, then his T-shirt. When he turned back, he noticed something that made him press his lips together, surprising his laughter. James saw this and spun round, confused. “What?”

“Nothin’” Will dismissed, tying up his converse. Narrowing his eyes, James took another look in the mirror.

“Will!” He gasped, covering the side of his neck up with his hand. “How the hell are they gonna hide that? I have a shoot to finish!”

“Well you were the one eager about getting into my pants, not my fault.” He responded with a shit-eating grin, standing from his spot on the couch. James gave him a look, but Will kept smiling. “They’re gonna know, editor thought you were my boyfriend anyway.” He rolled his eyes as James walked to him, taking hold of his hand. Pressing a kiss to the back of it, the taller simpered fondly.

“Good, that’s what I want people to think.” James said surely, staring down at their hands. Tilting his head, Will tilted his chin up, noticing his sudden shift in demeanour. “It’s what I want.” James admitted timidly, showing his nerves for the first time that day. Will felt giddy, squeezing his hand affectionately.

“Then that’s what we are right?” He asked hopefully, James hazel eyes lighting up in an instant. He broke into smile, wrapping his arms around Will and lifting him up easily. Will hugged back, not containing his own happiness well either.

“I’m so glad you got the hots for me.” James snickered, getting a nice slap to the chest from his new boyfriend.

———

James kept hold of Wills hand as they walked back into the studio. The director rushed over to them, putting his hands on Wills shoulders.

“Are you okay? You looked so flushed, I was worried you’d fainted.” Taken aback by the man’s concern, Wills lips twitched upward.

“Yeah I’m alright, just felt a little, hot.” He half lied, but the director was luckily oblivious.

“Sit down, I’ll get you some water.” The director ushered him back to his previous spot, getting a bottle from one of his crew members. Reluctantly, he let go of James hand, accepting the water gratefully.

“If it’s alright, there’s just a few more scenes we’d like to do? Few more outfits?”

“Oh yeah of course.” James agreed with a smile, the director went to speak but then paused, eyeing his neck.

“Did you bruise yourself?” Will looked away, trying his hardest not to laugh. James on the other hand, laughed anxiously at the directors question.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I did.” He headed back to the dressing room quickly, the director hot on his tail with even more questions. Will smiled to himself, putting the cap back on his bottle. The editor leered, coming to stand beside Will.

“Still not your boyfriend then?”

#james marriott #will lenney #willne x james marriott #james marriott x reader #will lenney x reader

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gay-dorito-dust · 4 months ago

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Jason with a rule breaking reader pleaseeee, thank youuu!

Jason swore you’d be the death of him.

You were about as much of a rule breaker as Jason was a stickler for them and mandatory protocols. ‘Opposites attract and there’s never been more evidence than the two do you.’ Your mutual friend, and fellow rule breaker, Leo Valdez once told you both the moment you made your relationship public to your supportive friend group.

‘Just don’t forget the Stolls are smuggling in those gummy sweets and drinks for your plan with thunder lad over there tonight.’ Leo then whispered to you as he slung his arm over your shoulder.

You smiled at him and patted his back. ‘Thanks Leo, I owe you.’ You reply.

‘You’ve been owing me the moment I told you that you and Jason would look good together, but I guess I can allow you this moment.’ He says sarcastically as he checks his nails, you scoff and nudge his side before making an off comment about how he had some inventions to attend to, which had him scampering back to the Hephaestus cabin.

Jason, who had been watching the whole ordeal, raised a brow as he called your name. ‘What did Leo mean by that? You know you can’t be bribing with the Stoll brothers for things all the time, someone is bound to notice and I don’t want you getting caught like last time.’

Yeah washing up duty with the harpies wasn’t as fun and Percy made it out to be, though then again you were pretty certain that in looking back he was just being his heavily sarcastic self.

You only smirked mischievously as you held his face between your hands and pecking his lips, more specifically the area of which his scar was like you always did. ‘Nothing for you to worry about my sweet boy, just a surprise I have that you’ll have to wait for tonight.’ You tell him with a wink and Jason only sighed but couldn’t help but let a small smile grace his lips, lighting up his entire face.

‘There’s no point in reminding you that we’re not allowed late past a certain time is there?’ He asks you, already knowing of the answer you’d give him every time you had sneaked him out of cabin one just to stargaze, how you two haven’t yet gotten caught was something Jason had yet to make sense of himself. It baffled him to know just how many rules you’ve broken and still walk away with a punishment, some punishments of which a majority of campers considered too light for your crimes.

‘You’re talking to someone who almost got turned into a grapevine by mr D on my first day here by stealing one of his diet coke cans on a whim. We’ll be fine.’ You said, feeling somewhat nostalgic of the achievement and how you could almost see the purple flames within his eyes as he seethed with rage, yet Chiron managed to calm him but ever since then mr D held a disliking towards you then he did to even Percy sometimes.

Jason sighed as he leaned to rest his forehead against yours. ‘Fine, you win, I shall await you to sneak me out to see this surprise you’ve been so secretive about.’ He says as he finally caved, as if he would’ve ever said no to you in the first place and that’s what worried Jason at first, but untimely he rather enjoyed your bouts of spontaneities regarding rebellion and mischief as they were the fresh air that he never thought he’d ever get.

‘Great! All you need to bring is yourself and your most comfortable of hoodies.’ You told him as you kissed his lips once more before putting distances between the two of you, much to Jason’s dismay as he found himself wanting to keep you close to him and just spend the rest of the day with you in his grand but lonely cabin; something he wouldn’t have ever tempted in the slightest before meeting you and while he wanted to blame you for softening him, Jason also couldn’t resist the idea indulging in the lazier moments with you as often as he could be allowed.

‘Is this so you can steal another one of my hoodies again?’ He asks as his blue eyes glimmered with amusement.

‘No comment.’ You shrugged but the smile upon your face as you walked away from him told Jason another story, but he could only laugh as he went back to training, all the more eager to see what you had in store for him tonight. Gods he wonders how he could’ve fallen for someone with a blatant disregard for rules, breaking them for fun, who would be the reason behind the butterflies within his stomach and a lovesick expression to appear upon his face.

Jason still remembers the first night where you risked punishment for him by sneaking into his cabin, wanting to get to know him on a deeper level. At first he thought you were reckless and held no respect for the pre established rules put in place to keep you safe and in place, but soon Jason became eager for your nightly meetings and would even keep a window ajar for you, even going so far as to made you a spot within the alcoves he’d find within the cabin just so you had a place with him to stay longer.

‘You’ve gone soft on me haven’t you Grace?’ You asked him one night.

Jason shrugs. ‘Perhaps.’ He replied but the look you both shared was more than enough to convey that you had done just more then soften him up.

He didn’t have to wait long for you to show up at his cabin, smiling so widely as he gave you one of his hoodies that he knew you’d favoured as you were quick to throw on your form. You both forgo the usual formalities as you then grabbed his hand -waving off the initial electric shock that you usually got from him- and began to drag him towards the canoe lake, your usual spot, but Jason was quick to notice the picnic blanket and basket sitting nearby the waters edge for you both.

‘Is this what you wanted me out of the cabin for? A impromptu date?’ He asks you and couldn’t help but smile when you look back at him with a sheepish smile.

‘Is it a crime that I want to have a date night after going without one for so long?’ You replied back rhetorically.

‘If a week is long for you, then I guess I should allow you to take me out on this date tonight, even though we shouldn’t.’ Jason chuckles as he sits himself on the blanket as you handed him a sugary drink, which he thanked you by kissing your cheek, before cracking open your own.

‘Still a stickler cor the rules I see.’ You groan playfully as you took a sip from your drink.

‘See that you still have blatant disregard for the rules I see.’ Jason echoed back at you as he watched you gape at him with mischievous glint in his eyes. He loved having a one up on you as it provided him with unique facial expressions that only you could convey effortlessly.

You shoved his arm, making him laugh. ‘You’re dating the rule breaker sweetheart, and you came here on your own accord, so you can’t say that I tricked you into coming here like you did the first time I sneaked you out here.’ You couldn’t help but smile at him as all you felt was butterflies and pure electricity when you were nearby Jason, it was a common feeling that you felt within his presence that you never want to be without, especially not now when you’ve got a taste of it.

‘I panicked!’ Jason tried defending himself but that only seemed to make you laugh harder, but instead of being fearful that you’d get caught, Jason only laughed along with you as he brought you into his arms as you both soon chose to direct your attention toward the stars.

‘I still remember how hard you tried to make it up to me afterwards.’ You murmured against his chest as you felt his hand rub up and down your back, making you feel a little sleepy as you had his warmth seep into you like he had draped a warmed blanket across your shoulders. ‘It was cute that I couldn’t find it within myself to stay mad at you after that, not when you looked so genuinely upset that you even did it in the first place.’ You added with an air of fondness as you remembered how hard Jason tried to get back into your good graces.

Jason smiles softly as he remembered as well, kissing the top of your head before resting his head there. ‘I didn’t like the idea that you’d might target me as your next victim of your pranks that you’d pull with Leo and the Stolls.’ He starts, ‘that and I didn’t like the idea of you being mad at me, not after when you’ve treated me with nothing but kindness.’ He finishes as he looks at you, just to see you looking back at him with the sweetest smile he’s ever seen.

‘Do you ever regret dating me?’ You asked softly.

Jason rested his head against your forehand like he did earlier within the day. ‘Never, if anything I knew I was a goner the moment you decided to go against the rules and sit next to me during breakfast, that’s when I knew I’d let you get away with anything if it meant you were doing it for me.’ He finished by giving your nose a brief peck.

You smiled with closed eyes. ‘So you were selfish? You wanted the rule breaker to yourself?’ You joked by Jason tightened his grasp on you as he kissed you on the lips before responding by whispering his answer against your lips;

‘Yeah, something like that.’

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talkdutchtome · 2 years ago

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Dress - Mason Mount

pairing . . . mason mount x reader )

genre . . . smut )

summary . . . mason mount had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, so why now all of a sudden was sleeping with him all you could think about )

song . . . dress- taylor swift )

warning . . . smut, 18+ MINORS DNI, some light choking, fingering, some oral (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, use of petnames, not proofread )

word count . . . 2900 words )

a/n . . .this is my first ever smut so i apologise if it's not great but after mason's new ad i just couldn't not)

Our secret moments in a crowded room They got no idea about me and you There is an indentation in the shape of you Made your mark on me, a golden tattoo

Mason Mount was your best friend. You had known him since childhood; your mums were friends, so you had grown up together. For as long as you could remember he would be by your side, your other half- purely platonic of course. Or it used to be platonic anyway. Over the last few months something had changed between the two of you, you didn’t know why it had or when it happened, but it did. It started with stolen glances; you’d find yourself looking at him differently than you ever had before. As lifelong best friends, there were occasions when you’d see each other in underwear; before you wouldn’t have thought anything about it, but now, you couldn’t help but look. You couldn’t pull your eyes away from his muscular legs, from the way his underwear pulled tightly across his crotch. Maybe you would have felt bad about looking at him like that if you hadn’t noticed him glancing at your chest when you wore a particularly low-cut dress.

After that, things progressed to lingering touches, there would be times that the two of you would be walking down the street and Mason would hold his hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you down the road. Sometimes at parties or clubs you would dance together, closer than any two friends should ever be, spurred on by Dutch courage. As the music throbbed through the floor and alcohol coursed through your veins, you and Mason moved together in a dance that transcended friendship. His hand found the small of your back, and the way he guided you through the crowded dance floor was different tonight, closer and more intimate than ever before. You could feel his warm breath against your ear as he whispered jokes and secrets amidst the music's relentless beat. Every step and sway seemed to bring you closer together until the only thing separating you were the clothes you were wearing. In that moment, with the electrifying chemistry between you two, you both began to realize that the line between friendship and something deeper was blurring, and with each synchronized movement, the unspoken truth hung heavy in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

You truthfully didn’t know how to explain your relationship with Mason. You weren’t more than friends, but you weren’t just friends either. Friends don’t look at each other the way you look at him, the way he looks at you. You didn’t even know if you wanted to be more than friends with him, the pair of you were so similar to each other, too similar sometimes; you weren’t sure if you would be compatible together. All you knew was there was so much sexual tension between the two of you it was making it almost impossible to function

All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you Ha, ah, ah All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting My hands are shaking from all this Ah, ha, ha, ha-ah

With all that considered, when Mason messaged you letting you know that a few of the Chelsea lads were going to a party tomorrow night and that you should come along, you knew what you needed to do. This had gone on for too long, so much had been left unsaid and you were sick of it. Maybe you wouldn’t be compatible in a relationship, but you didn’t want a relationship, you just wanted him. So on the day of the party you went out and bought sluttiest, skimpiest dress you could find; then you spent longer then you ever usually would getting ready. To put it bluntly, you looked good as hell, and you were ready to go and get your man. However, this effort seemed to be for nothing when you walked into the party to find a girl sat on Mason’s lap, whispering in his ear and peppering kisses on his neck. You felt completely thrown, of course Mason could do what he wanted, but you thought that this game of cat and mouse you were playing would ultimately ended with the two of you admitting what you want and getting it, it being each other. But it seemed like that wasn’t to be it seemed. It hurt, you couldn’t deny that, but you simply told yourself to get over it and find somebody else to scratch that itch.

You found that person in the shape of Kepa Arrizabalaga. You knew from Mason that he was a bit of a ladies man, the kind of person to prefer one-night stands to a real relationship; he was perfect. It started with a bit of light flirting, you batted your eyelashes, laughed at his semi-unfunny jokes whilst placing a hand on his rock hard bicep. It didn’t take long for things to move on, both of you were aware of what this was so there was no need to beat around the bush. Soon his lips were on yours and he was leading the way to a spare bedroom. It may not have been what you came into this party expecting, but you certainly weren’t going to complain.

Unbeknownst to you, Mason was across the room watching this whole scene go down. To say he was jealous would be an understatement, he didn’t know it until the very moment he saw you all over his teammate, but you were his. You were his and watching Kepa lead you away to a bedroom made him sick. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there was something between the two of you but to put it plainly, he was nervous. He wanted you and you wanted him; but what if after you had each other your friendship couldn’t recover. He had been friends with you for as long as he could remember, you knew him more than he knew himself and didn’t want to do anything that would risk your friendship. So he pushed his feelings down, he deflected everything he felt for you to another girl and it was going fine. Abby was fine, she wasn’t you, but she was fine. That was until he saw Kepa undressing you with his eyes, saw you reciprocating all of his flirty advances; it was in that exact moment that Mason decided he was done being the bigger person and ignoring his need for you. He wanted you and he was going to have you.

Mason was hot on your heels, following the pair of you into the room. However the few seconds delay meant that when he burst into the room, he was greeted by the picture of you straddling the Spaniard, your lips attached to his neck.

“Sorry to interrupt, Y/N I need to speak to you.” Mason said, staring at the pair of you, burning a hole into your back.

“No Mase I’m busy go away” You detached your lips from Kepa’s neck to tell Mason to fuck off before promptly reconnecting them again.

“Kepa mate fuck off I need to speak to Y/N” Mason said again, clearly not ready to give up. You sighed heavily and got ready to curse Mason out, telling him to leave you alone but were interrupted by Kepa.

“Yeah, I think I should go” you heard the man underneath you say, prompting you to get up and let him leave.

“What the fuck was that about Mason, I was clearly doing something?” You asked, really confused by your best friends outburst. He made it clear that he didn’t want anything from you so why should he be bothered if you go and get it from somebody else.

“Kepa, Y/N? Why Kepa?” You got up from the bed and stood in front of him

“Why not Kepa? I needed something and he was willing to provide. Who would you rather I chose?” You said, walking closer to him until you were only inches apart.

“Me Y/N. I would have rather you chose me.” His words made time freeze. You could feel your own heartbeat race and you could hear his do the same. This was it, all of the build up from the last few months were coming to a head right here. You watched as his eyes scanned your body from top to bottom, taking in every inch of you, looking at you like he would never see you again. And then, after a pause that felt both like a million years but also milliseconds, his lips crashed onto yours. Your hands came to his hair instantly, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. At the sensation of you lightly pulling at his hair, Mason groaned into your mouth, making your pussy clench around nothing, desperate for him. “Jump” he said, pulling his lips away from yours before planting them on your neck. You did as he said, wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands coming up to your ass immediately, giving it a rough squeeze.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off, ha, ha, ha-ah Carve your name into my bedpost ’Cause I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off Take it off, ha, ha, ha-ah

He throws you on the bed carelessly, like he doesn’t have time for niceties, like if he took even a second longer than was absolutely necessary, he would blink and you would be gone. You watch as he takes of his shirt and then his trousers, leaving him stood there in his underwear. The way his hard cock strained in his underwear made you gulp; he was huge, you could tell that without even needing to see it.

“Let’s get this dress off pretty girl” he said, his voice deeper than you had ever heard it before. He pulled you up so you were standing facing away from him. His hands go to your zip immediately.

“You looked so beautiful today. This dress looks so good on you” He whispers in your ears, gently nibbling on your earlobe in-between each word. The words send shivers down your spine, causing you to let out a soft, barely audible moan. His rough hands pull down the zip of your dress causing it to fall to the floor. You could practically hear Mason’s jaw hit the ground when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. He spins you around immediately, his mouth going to one nipple, his hand to another. The sucking, nibbling and pinching made you feel like you were going crazy. It felt so good but you needed more, you needed him.

“Please Mase” you said breathlessly, reaching out to palm his hard dick through his boxers. “I need you” He laughs at your neediness.

“You need me do you? Why don’t you show me how much you need me” he said finally detaching his mouth from your breast before very gently pushing you down to your knees. Seeing the light and excitement in your eyes when you caught on to what he meant made Mason curse himself for waiting so long to do this. He swore he could see stars when you started placing small barely there kisses on his cock over his underwear. Then he swore he was going to pass out when you reached into his underwear, pulling his cock out and immediately licking a long stripe from the base to the tip before placing his whole manhood in your mouth. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat was a feeling Mason knew he would never be able to forget. Things got even better for Mason when you hallowed your cheeks and brought your hand up to his balls, massaging them in your hands as you worked his dick in your mouth.

“Fuck baby you’re so good at this” Mason croaked out and his praise spurred you on, taking him even deeper into your mouth making him let out a guttural moan. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, desperate for him to touch you, desperate for him to fuck you. As if he could read your mind, Mason abruptly pulled himself out of your mouth, causing you to look up at him confused. The sight of you was a sight that Mason wanted to see every day until the day he died. On your knees, your lips swollen, and your lipstick smudged, looking up at him with pleading eyes, begging to be fucked.

“Lay on the bed Babygirl, I’m going to make you feel so good” he said, and you did as he asked immediately. You truly thought tonight couldn’t get any better, you were proved wrong however when he clambered onto the bed and settled his head in-between your legs and started leaving hot, open kisses on your thighs and over your soaking underwear.

“I need you so bad Masey, fuck me please” you pleaded to him, garnering a laugh from the man in-between your thighs.

“Be patient Y/N, I’ll fuck you in a minute, but I want to taste you first” That was it, that settled it; you had died and gone to heaven. Unable to contain himself, he ripped the thong off your body and marveled at how wet your pussy was. You wanted to curse him out for ruining your favorite pair of underwear but when his mouth made contact with your clit, you couldn’t think or see straight. The feeling on his tongue licking strips up your pussy, lapping up all of the wetness before attaching itself to your clit, was a feeling that made you forget your own name. It didn’t take long before you could feel the need to cum building up, the tension in your stomach being almost too much to bear.

“Oh, fuck Masey I’m going to cum” you just about managed to get the words out in-between moans that sent shockwaves to Masons throbbing cock.

“Cum baby. Cum and I’ll fuck your brains out” His words were accompanied by his tongue dipping into your pussy and his thumb coming up to rub circles on your overstimulated clit. It took seconds after that for you to reach your peak, letting out moans that could rival a pornstars.

“Let me ride you” you asked Mason once you had ridden out your orgasm. Mason said nothing, he simply picked you up and flipped you, so you were on top of him, your legs on either side of him.

“Fuck Y/N I don’t have a condom” Mason said, looking like he wanted to die, he needed you so badly, he really didn’t think he could walk away now without knowing what it feels like to be buried deep inside of you.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean” you told him and watched his eyes pop out of his head, clearly not able to believe his luck.

“So- So am I” he stuttered out before crashing his lips onto yours. You reached for his cock, lining it up with your pussy. Mason hissed at the feeling of you slowly lowering yourself onto him and you felt tears fill the brim of your eyes, the burn of being stretched out being almost too much to handle.

“You’re so big Masey, you fill me up so well” you said as the pain started to subside, being replaced with pleasure. After giving yourself some time to get used to his size, you started bouncing on top of him, moans spilling out of your mouth almost constantly, your hands resting on his chest, digging your nails into his skin.

“My god you feel like heaven baby girl” Mason said through gritted teeth, one hand coming to massage your ass the other reaching up to your neck, not yet applying pressure but even the slight sensation had you moving faster on his dick, even more moans falling from your lips.

“I’m not going to last long baby; I’ve dreamt of this for so long” Mason said breathlessly, moving his hand from your neck to your clit, before he started thrusting into you, taking control.

“Cum on my dick and then let me fill you up. I’ll bet you look so pretty filled up with my cum” his words, the speed of which he was fucking you and his expert fingers got you to your point of release very quickly. You came harder this time, your pussy clenching around Mason’s dick like you were made for each other. He let you ride out your orgasm before flipping you around, so your back was on the bed, and started thrusting into you rough and fast. The scene of you on your back for him, tits bouncing up and down as he fucked you drove him crazy. His thrusts quickly became sloppy, a tell tell sign he was close, he brought his mouth down to yours, kissing you like a man starved as he reached his climax. You could feel his dick twitch in your over-stimulated pussy as he released himself inside you, his cum coating your walls. Exhausted, he collapsed onto you, his forehead pressed right against yours.

“Why the fuck did we wait so long to do that?”

There is an indentation in the shape of you Only bought this dress so you could take it off You made your mark on me, golden tattoo Only bought this dress so you could take it off

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adnauseum11 · 1 year ago

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Avenue of Approach (John Price x Reader)

Kate tries to pick up where she left off. John plays developments in your relationship close to the vest.

less than 1k words

CW: reference to oral sex

feedback welcome

It takes Kate almost half the night before she can pinpoint what’s different about John. Which annoys her. Which in turn throws her game off. Which annoys her even further when John wins the pot that evening and sticks around to count it out slowly, mirthful in his victory. She decides to exact some vengeance and sharpens her metaphorical blade on his thick skin.

“Took a while but it finally dawned on me what’s different about you tonight. You might be in the best mood I’ve seen in a year or two, John.”

“mm…depends on which year or two you’re referring to, I suppose.” He says by way of agreement, tapping a small stack of bills into order against the table top.

“Got anything to do with your lady-friend from last time? Get things, er…moving in the right direction?” Kate asks, having had enough whiskey while sitting around waiting for the game to end to feel braver than she ought.

John tucks his chin into his chest and looks up at Kate with his brows raised, assessing. A familiar look of disapproval slowly settles in to his features.

“Are you asking to be a friend or to be a sore loser?” John pokes back, nailing Kate in her soft underbelly. Their friendship, hard fought and well tested, a vulnerability for them both.

His response confirms her earlier suspicions, no matter his half-assed denial. Kate knows him well, and won’t be swayed from her assessment of the situation easily. She’s happy to watch him try, though.

“John, please. You’re leaving with all my spending cash for the rest of the week, at least cough up some details.”

The corners of John’s mouth twitch as he fights off a smile, his face mellowing again. He can’t summon the energy to be cagey with Laswell, simply in too good of a mood to act otherwise.

“What did you want to know?” He’s humouring her, tucking the wad of cash that is his winnings into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“Surely you’ve got her to agree to do more than just kiss you by now?” Kate’s nursing the end of a whiskey, spinning it in her hands while she waits for John to answer.

“We’re taking it slow, but yes.” He doesn’t elaborate and Kate’s smart enough, even drunk, to not stray further down that avenue. John has to physically start a task or he’ll starting reminiscing about eating his love out on her couch the other night. Her delectable thighs wrapped around his head were not enough to muffle her keening cry when she came on his face and fingers. He starts picking up the playing cards and facing them in the same direction, keeping his hands busy and his brain preoccupied. It works and stymies the beginnings of an erection. Kate’s prying works wonders as an ice bath, too.

“Thought you��ve known her a long time, why take it slow? Don’t know her well enough yet? Do you think maybe another 20 years ought to do it?” The drink is making Kate mouthy, something she’ll regret tomorrow.

“Piss off, Laswell. She’s scared to lose something we’ve had for a long time.” John stacks the cards on the table and crosses his arms over his chest.

“How did you two meet?” Kate tries a different tack, asking for details from the past instead of the present. It works, as much as anything ever works on John.

“She was dating a mate of mine for a while before I shipped out. By the time I got back on my first leave they had broken up.” He kept the fact that his mate had taken to harassing and intimidating her, and that John had broken the lad’s cheekbone convincing him to leave her alone, to himself. Going forward he’d dropped the mate and kept tabs on the pretty bird. He’d yet to regret that choice.

“And you didn’t get an opportunity to ask her out in the last two decades?” Kate is the embodiment of skeptical.

“No.” John deadpanned, shutting down that line of questioning. He watched Laswell sulk into her whiskey for a moment.

The truth was, he’d had a front row seat to half of her life. His line of work, and being away as much as he was with no guarantee of return was too much. He knew it would kill a fledgling relationship with her quickly. She didn’t have the temperament for long periods alone, and John didn’t have the heart to ask it of her. He’d promised himself that if he made it to retirement, if she was single by some stroke of luck, he would finally do something about the feelings he’d been harbouring. The rest, as they say, was history.

Recent history. It had been enough, once upon a time, to know she was out there, doing well in the world. Made it easier to leave, to know it was ultimately keeping her safe, what he did in the shadows. Now, selfish man that he was, he couldn’t sit and watch and have it be enough. He needed more; from her, from their relationship. He was willing to go slow, and like a starving man brought to a feast, it was probably wiser to do so.

“If you’re done, Kate? I’ve got somewhere else to be.”

He pushed back from the table, swinging his coat over his shoulders smoothly. He gave Kate a smirk on his way past, just to rile her up and was gratified to see it working.

Good. Nosy git.

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ufcconor · 1 year ago

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Come on, baby

Knox x F!Reader

(Y/n) Brandt has a history with her fathers most trustworthy hit man

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Getting the call from Gerald Brandt was a surprise to say the least. “Knox, I need you!” “What do you need?” Gerald screams into the phone, “Knox, my Idiot son is fucking things up!” “I’ll leave right away.” “And Knox, look after (y/n).” Knox pauses, excitement brewing in him. “You know I will.”

I see a man walking down the dock to the shitty houseboat named so cleverly “The Boat”. I sit up from my chair, holding onto my hat in the low wind as the boat rocks in the water. “That’s the new bouncer at the roadhouse Ben keeps going on about?” The smirk grows on my lips. My friend meets my gaze, staring at the man as he steps onto the boat and shamelessly begins to work out in the sun. “He’s hot.” I lean on the railing.

I wave my hand towards him as my boat sails by. “Looking good over there!” He stops mid-sit up and waves with a small smile before continuing his set. My friend scoffed with a smile. “I'm assuming you’re taking a trip down to the bar tonight.” I shrug sitting back in my hair and sipping my margarita. “Might be.”

I walk into the bar and scan the scene. The music is upbeat, and the people seem to be calm… for now at least. I allow my eyes to scan the entire place until I see him. Sitting at the bar, and quietly observing. I walk to him and take the seat directly beside him. I smile at the bartender, “Rum and coke please.”

The man beside me smirks as I mindlessly pat my fingers on the bar looking around. I meet his eyes and drop my jaw dramatically. “Well, what are the chances? Hey there handsome.” “My name’s Dalton.” I shake his hand, “(y/n). Nice to see you again. Shirt on this time, but we can work on that.”

Night after night I’d go to the roadhouse and sit with Dalton. Flirting and talking, were all fun. When there was an issue he’d get up, handle it with some sarcastic banter and strong punches, and then he’d be back beside me with a cheeky smile as if nothing happened. I like a man who can handle himself. He was a sweet guy to top it off. He definitely shouldn’t be the one to be here taking care of this matter. He shouldn’t have to be the one to deal with my idiot brother and his schemes.

I put six sandwiches on a plate and exit the home to the back patio. “Sandwiches are on the bar!” I yell to the boys as I sit down in a chair, opening my book. Not long after I gained inner peace, a loud collision struck right in front of the house. I tear my shades off as a figure enters. “Who the fuck put those bikes in my way?” I watch as Knox strolls in. “Who the fuck are you?” Clyde asks. Knox raises his hand to his face, “Shh.”

He walks to the bar and praises the leftover sandwiches. “Thank you, God. Sandwiches. I’m fucking famished.” He bites into the bread with a growl.

This can not be happening. I was set on the fact that I would not have to see this asshole ever again. The memories flash so quickly. A day full of shopping. The 4 bottles of wine at the most expensive restaurant in Rome. Romantic walks down the streets. Long nights full of him showering me with endless pleasure.

Moe bursts in quickly, “He knocked all the fucking bikes over!” I roll my eyes going back to my book. I’d rather not be involved in whatever the hell he’s doing. I turn the page in my book trying to focus on the words cascading down the page but I can feel his eyes burning onto my frame. Clyde towers over him. “Now you got a big ass problem, bucko.”

Knox nods, mouth full, “No shit! First off, I’m going to need more than 3 sandwiches.”

“I wasn’t done talking.” Clyde cuts Knox off.

Knox glares at Clyde, meeting his gaze with power. “Actually, that’s where you’re wrong, lad.” He pushes past Clyde and nears my chair. He stands next to me, looking down at me. I put my book down with a huff. Knox smiles, “What darlin’? Not a word for me? Thought you’d be happy to see me.” I stand up, bumping his arm as I walk past him.

Knox plops down in my seat, lounging back. “Aye, baby. Are you going to make me some more sandwiches or what?” I flip him off as I slam the door shut. “Stupid mother fucking Irish asshole.”

I tear my bathing suit off in a rush. Why the fuck has he come here? Something to do with my father no doubt. I step into the shower trying to calm my nerves, trying to burn out the heat that ignites in my core. He always had this effect on me. I can't help but remember the night.

I lay back on the couch, my dress hugged my body tightly. Knox saunters over with another glass of wine for me. “Mhh thank you,” I mumble out. He takes a seat next to me. I lay my legs over his thighs, beginning to look over his entire frame. He was big (no doubt everywhere). I run my foot over his crotch. He narrows his gaze at me. “Nah, lassie. That’s not in the cards for you.” He grabs my ankles putting my motions to a stop. I sigh before standing, rolling the wine into my glass. “I thought you were fun.” I lean down to my phone, putting some music on. I sway my hips, my back facing Knox. I down my glass of wine, turning around and arching my back on the wall. His eyes glued to my frame, his orbs burning into mine. I take a step forward, lowering the zipper of my dress with each step. I stand in front of him, zipper completely down, the dress hanging loosely. I lean down, my hands on his shoulders. “Still not in the cards? Even for me?” Knox chuckles, forcing his eye contact to the wall. “You father would have my ass, baby.”

I stand straight again. “Hm, that’s a shame.” I let the straps of the dress off my shoulders, it cascades down to the marble floor delicately. Only clad in my panties and expensive heels I turn away from him, leaving the dress at his feet.

“Fuckin hell.” He mumbles.

Before I know it I’m tossed onto the bed and Knox is kissing up my body and pampering my exposed breast with kisses and bites.

Soon his fingers pumping deliciously in and out of my heat. I arch up with a loud cry as an orgasm races through me. “There's a good girl."

I splash water onto my face. I can’t allow myself to get tangled in with him again. There’s nothing there but an empty promise. I know the bed will be cold by morning.

I step out of the shower and dry my body with the towel before hanging said towel up on the door. I bent over, flipping my head over to start drying my wet hair.

“I always did adore this side of you, love.”

I shoot up and turn around. “What the fuck!” I snatch my towel off the door and hold it up in front of me. “Get out!” He doesn’t. Instead, he walks closer causing me to back up until I hit the countertop. He places his arms on either side of me, making a chance for an easy escape difficult.

He bites his lip looking at my poorly hidden body. He catches the hem of the towel in his fingers. “Why don’t we catch up?” I look at him with wide eyes and anger boiling in my chest. “Are you fucking kidding me?” Knox sucks in a breath. “Now listen, I know how it looked back then.” I scoff and push him away. He doesn’t fight me and allows me to pass. “Hate to see you go, but I love seeing you walk away, baby.” I enter my bedroom and with one last glance at Knox, I slam the door shut.

Ben walks into the back patio and sees Knox sitting in a tanning chair, eating a plate of sandwiches. “I’m sorry, who the fuck are you?” Knox nods, “Hey. I got a message for you. From your father.” He stands facing Ben.

Bem furrows his brow, “A message? My father? And what… What is this “message”?” Knox pops Ben in the nose quickly before tossing his arm over his shoulders. “You’re Ben, right? Jerry’s son?” He chuckles removing himself. Knox admires the house. He points to the pool shed. “This is where I’ll store my stuff. And that master bedroom up there is mine. Move your sister's shit in with mine. You can take her room.” Ben shakes his head, confusion clouds his mind. “What are you talking about? Who are you?”

Knox grabs a golf club. “Your dad says you’ve been fucking things up.” He turns to Ben, who backs away. “He asked me to lend a hand.”

Ben scoffs, “How would my father know? He’s in a prison, rotting in a cell.” “Don’t be silly. Your father has spies everywhere.”

“Well, you can tell my father…” Ben starts but gets cut off by his sister (y/n) coming out. “Where are you going?” She rolls her eyes. “Why do you care?” She takes a step and Ben grabs her arm. Knox straightens up, anger brewing within him. No one gets to touch her.

“Is it the road house? To see your little boyfriend?” (Y/n) rips his arm off, “Believe it or not but I’m actually likable unlike you.” She walks off. “Don’t go to that fucking bar, (y/n)!” She turns around with a smirk. “Or what?” Knox watches her such as predator watches their prey. Fire brewed within his chest at the thought of some other man touching her, touching what he had claimed.

Ben runs his fingers through his hair, frustration existing on his face. “She’s such a pain in my ass.” He turns back to Knox. “I don’t need your fuckin’ help. I have it all under control.”

“No, you don’t.” Knox swings the club, making Ben back away again. “Yes, I have people out there right now… cleaning up this final issue, and that’s all…” Knox ignored Ben’s confident plan. “So, where’s this bouncer asshole?”

I enter the road house and move to the corner expecting to see Dalton but to my surprise, he’s nowhere in sight. Laura slides my drink over. “He’s late.” I furrow my brow. “That’s a first.”

An hour later Dalton comes in looking a little disheveled. He sits beside me taking a breath. “Hey.” “Hey, what’s going on?” He shakes his head. “Had a little mix-up with the sheriff.” I cringe internally, “A mix-up?” My brothers doing. Laura leans over conserved. “What are we talkin’ about?”

A surprising guest speaks a few seats away. “Yeah, what are we talking about?” Ben walks over, taking the seat next to me. “Hey, sis. Thought I told you to stay home.” Ben averts his attention from me. “I’m curious to hear what you were gonna tell her, Dalton. I’m Ben Brandt. (Y/n)‘s brother.”

Dalton smirks, “Let me guess. It’s your turn now.” “My turn?” “You know, to threaten me. Tell me to get out of town. Like your buddy, Big Dick.” Ben chuckled. “No. No, I get the impression that you can’t be threatened.

I wish you could be, but… I’d even bribe you if I thought money would work.” Dalton nods, “Really? How much we talking?”

“Ben, can you just fuck off?” He turns to me, anger in his eyes. “(Y/n) doesn’t it make you curious what an outsider like him… thinks he’s doing here.” I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Ben. Nor do I care. Just get the fuck out of here.”

Ben ignores me again. “So, I guess my question is… Why? Right? It can’t be just some competitive thing, you…you’ve won the fight. You can back off now. But you… you don’t. You just keep… punching and punching and punching. So, why? Why don’t you just stop?” Dalton stays silent causing Ben to exit like a toddler, anger blowing from his ears.

Dalton raises a brow. “Your brother, huh?” “I like to think I’m adopted.” The door opens and Knox strolls in with the bikers behind him. I watch as Knox scans the room making eye contact with me.

Knox strolls around, picking at two separate tables. “Hey, fellas. Looks like you’re havin’ a smashing night!” He swings the golf club smashing every bottle and glass off their table. Knox successfully starts the bar fight and chaos consumes the entire building.

“Dalton! Dalton! Dalton!” Knox screams as he scans the room. I stand up and walk towards him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Knox chuckled, lowering his head, our noses brushing. “A lot of shit. You wanna try to fix me?” His smirk grows.

“Dalton! Dalton!” On-demand, Dalton yells from the top of the steps. “What?” Knox looks over him as if inspecting. He tosses his head back. “This is the guy?” He asks me, I can see jealousy glowing in his eyes. “Leave him alone, Knox.”

He points to Dalton. “You know, I got sent here special. Just for you.” Dalton stays calm, taking a glance around the chaotic scene. “And you brought all your friends with you?” “I thought you might miss havin’ an audience. I was trying to be thoughtful. Like on pay-per-view. 25 quid. Watch me pulp your face!” Panic pumps through my veins. “You can’t fucking do this, Knox.”

Dalton stands a few feet away now. “You know this guy too?” Knox smirks and looks at me, waiting for my answer. “He’s my father’s employee.” Knox places his hand on his chest, acting like his feelings are damaged. “Aww come on, baby. Don’t be like that.“ He takes my chin between his fingers, his face inches from mine. “How do I know that you squeal when having your pussy eaten just, hm? Right here.” Knox sticks his hand down to my clothed crotch and pats my pelvic bone lightly. I gasp and move away from him. The act so bold in a public setting had my cheeks glowing red and a pool between my legs.

Dalton grabs Knox and shoves it away. “Don’t touch her, man.” Knox smiles at Dalton. “Nah, mate. You don’t get to touch her! SHE’S MINE!” Knox swings his club at Dalton hitting him in the stomach, before punching him and starting a brawl between the two.

I follow some of the bikers outside as they file out. “What the fuck was that?” I scream at Dell. “Stop it, (y/n). You know Brandt wants the road house.” I roll my eyes, “a shitty bar? For real?” I turn on my heel to walk back into the bar, but Knox catches my upper arm and pulls me to his car. “Let go of me, Knox.” He opened the passenger door and oh so helpfully assisted me in. “You and me. We’re going to have a little chit-chat.” He fumes. He’s angry. He flies off, tearing up gravel as he speeds out of the lot. He maneuvers through traffic, passing cars at high speed. “If you slow down we won’t live long enough to talk,” Knox smirks at me. “Ah baby, I’ve missed that smart mouth of yours, truly.”

Knox drifts into a lonely dock and slams the door as he gets out. “Let’s go.” Knox strips his shirt and shoes. I step out and lean against the front of the car, the sand damp on my feet.

Knox shakes his finger at me. “This ain’t you. Where’d my girl go?” I glare at him, “Maybe she’s back in Rome where you ditched her two years ago.” Knox, only a couple feet away smiles again. “All that? Baby you know your father had me running around for him.” “You left me alone with no explanation. You dipped that morning and never spoke to me again.” Knox nods, “Yeah, I did. That’s what your father told me to do.” “Yeah, and you always do what he says huh? Like a dog.”

Knox drops his smile. “And what have you been doing? You used to listen like a good girl. Now look at ya. Fucking around with these assholes.”

“Better than you.”

Knox grabs my arm pulling me to him. “Aww, now I see it. You’ve not been fucked real good in a long time. That it?” I raise my hand and slap him across the face. He pauses for a moment before a dark smirk grows across his lips. “There’s my tiger.”

Fuck it. This is toxic as hell.

I wrap my arms around his broad body, attacking his mouth. He holds me up, holding our bodies as close as possible. Our tongues battling, the passion seeping from each other's mouths. The clawing and scratching of our hands. He kisses down my neck, running his tongue over my collarbones. The hot breeze sticks to the moist surface. He pushes me back onto the hood of the car. “I’m going to fuck the brat out of you, but first…” he flips the hem of my dress over my thighs, and separates them. “I need to taste ya.”

He kisses the soft skin of my inner thighs. A drunken state unraveled within me. Knox pulls my panties down, taking a look at my private. He nestled between my thighs, "Such a pretty cunt. How did I ever let you out of my sight?" The praises leaving his mouth caused me to gasp. I am unable to speak, unable to ask if he wanted to do this out here, on the beach, given any surprise visitor. All I could do was moan and arch my back onto the cold surface of the car. My heart was racing, blood rushing, toes being forced to curl.

His tongue brushed through my folds, collecting drops of the hot arousal. He moaned against my cunt, sucked on the pulsing bundle of nerves. “Knox," the call of his name made him chuckle against my skin. I had never known such pleasures besides him. I was already close to letting go, his mouth latching onto my clit, once again leaving me to arch her back off the hood. "Let go for me, darling."

With another breathy moan, I release, eyes rolling back into my head, fingernails about to claw stripes into the pain of the car. He lazily licked my slit for a few more seconds before he pulled away, moving up her body to press a soft kiss to my lips. “Knox, fuck me please," I whined, looking into his eyes, pleading. He smiled and followed my order within seconds.

My legs lay wide open for him to enter and while his hands hold my waist tightly. He shoved himself up my pussy with such an ease.

"You feel perfect, angel. Nothing changed." he moaned, his moves quickened fast. Noises of skin slapping against skin filled the area. "So fucking good" Knox panted in between harsh thrusts. My lower body just perfectly crashed together with his. I was in heaven as I felt myself coming closer and closer to my end. "I'm gonna cum." | whimpered so quietly that he could barely hear it. “You're the only man who can make me feel this good,” I whined, I was all his.

His movements grew slower, and he heavily breathed into my face. “You’re mine, (y/n).” I was so close, my body was burning. I nod breathlessly, “I’m all yours.” Waves of an orgasm beautifully crashed in, and it was only a matter of seconds before I would cum.

"Good girl." Knox panted and I knew he was about to cum. His hand wandered to my clit and circled it at a fast, pleasuring pace. That was it. I felt my orgasm finally coming in and I let out a loud moan. Knox growled into my neck and bit into my shoulder as he came right after me, releasing all of his warm cum inside me. He kept moaning and growling into my skin, both of us exhausted and in a blissful state. His body was limp on mine.

We laughed into each other's faces and after a moment of silence and just looked at each other. He moved over to his car, retrieving a blanket. “What are you doing?” I ask still lying in bliss. He spread the blanket on the sand. “A night under the stars. What do ya say, lass?” He picks me up and lays us down on the soft blanket. His hands went over my back, and it sent shivers down my spine. In this moment the world was perfect.

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