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[astrangetorpedo]

may i present an underappreciated angle of this moment 🙂‍↕️

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Juno ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚ | MV1

Max Verstappen x fem! reader

Author’s note: HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL BABIESSS!!! I am back after a really long time and apologies for doing so. Turns out university really does suck the living life out of you lmfao. Anyways currently absolutely obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter, I LOVE HER SO MUCH. I read a fic inspired by her segment during the “Juno” song and decided to write a Max version of it (obviously). Hope you all like it:) Apologies in advance if it doesn’t live up to the other works, I am a little crusty and with my writing right now:/

Happy reading, my lovies💗⭐️

―୨୧⋆ ˚masterlist

Every crowd had its own magic, but this one? This was personal. Standing in the front row, dressed in his casual white button-up that hugged his shoulders just right, paired with tailored light pants that made him look effortlessly put-together, was Max Verstappen—F1’s reigning World Champion and, most importantly, your boyfriend.

You pressed a hand to your forehead as if scanning the crowd, your sparkling skirt shimmering under the stage lights.

“Do you guys ever feel like you’re in a room full of people who are just so good-looking that it’s borderline unfair?” you asked, pacing the stage. The crowd screamed in agreement, feeding off your energy.

Well, tonight, my loves, it’s me. I’m overwhelmed. Truly. I mean, look at you guys!” You gestured to the crowd with a wink. “But… but… wait a second.” You squinted out into the sea of faces. “Hold on. Girls, come here. Come here.” You waved your dancers over, whispering conspiratorially into the mic. “Do you see what I’m seeing?”

The spotlight found Max, and the arena absolutely erupted. On the big screen, his expression shifted from mildly amused to completely flustered, a deep blush creeping up his neck as he shook his head, laughing.

“Oh no, no, no, this won’t do,” you continued, pacing dramatically as your dancers gasped and giggled beside you. “Sir,” you said, turning back to the mic, “what’s your name?”

Max cupped his hands around his mouth, his voice booming over the crowd. “Max!”

You grinned but pretended not to hear him. “Sorry, what was that? Did you say… snack?”

The crowd went wild, and Max’s hand flew to his face, shaking his head in disbelief as he laughed.

“Ohhh, Max,” you said finally, smirking as you leaned toward the audience. “Well, Max, I hate to break it to you, but you’re in big trouble tonight.”

He tilted his head, raising an eyebrow as if to say, What now?

“You, sir, are officially under arrest for being way too hot.” Sirens blared dramatically over the speakers, red and blue lights flashing across the stage. You fanned yourself with one hand, swaying your hips to the beat as the crowd screamed louder than ever.

You turned to your dancers, leaning dramatically against one of their shoulders. “Girls, do you ever see someone so attractive that your brain just… stops working?” Your dancers nodded dramatically, fanning themselves as you added, “You’re standing there, clothes falling off, knees weak, heart doing backflips—like, how am I supposed to survive this, huh?”

With that, you reached for the clasp on your glittering long skirt, letting it drop to the floor in one smooth motion. The crowd went wild.

“And now I’m out here practically undressed because of you,” you teased, pointing at Max as the audience screamed. “So I’m thinking… maybe you deserve these.” You held up the handcuffs and knelt down, extending them toward him.

The audience gasped and cheered as you knelt at the edge of the stage, holding out a pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs toward Max. “Max, will you take these from me?”

He hesitated, playing along perfectly as the cameras zoomed in on his flustered yet amused expression. Finally, he reached out with one hand, curling his fingers in a “gimme” motion that had the crowd in stitches.

As he held the cuffs, he tilted his head, examining them with a small smirk before looking back up at you. On the big screen, his smirk turned into a full grin as you pointed at him and announced, “We’re gonna sing this one for you, Max.”

The intro to Juno began, and you performed the entire song with him as your obvious muse, throwing playful winks and cheeky moves in his direction that left him shaking his head with laughter.

By the time the song ended, you turned back to him, breathing heavily into the mic. “Ladies and gentlemen, give it up for Max Verstappen!”

[wolvietxt]

ᰔ anesthesia !

↳ logan howlett x fem!reader

the fluorescent lights of the medbay hummed softly, casting a stark glow over the otherwise sterile room. logan paced back and forth outside the door, his boots scuffing against the polished floor. he hated this part - the waiting. the not knowing. his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, tension coiled in his shoulders like a spring wound too tight.

“she’s gonna be fine, logan,” jean’s voice came from behind him, calm and reassuring. “you know she’s tough.”

he grunted in response, not trusting himself to say anything else. tough or not, you’d gotten hurt. surgery had been necessary after a mission gone sideways, and now you were in there, under anesthesia, while he was stuck out here feeling useless.

when hank finally poked his head out of the medbay, logan stopped mid-stride. “she okay?”

“she’s fine. the procedure went well, but she’s still coming off the anesthesia,” hank said, smiling a little. “you can see her if you want. just don’t expect much sense out of her for a bit.”

logan nodded and pushed past him, his boots heavier than usual as he walked inside. his eyes landed on you immediately. you were sitting up slightly, looking drowsy but very much alive. relief washed over him like a tidal wave, but he masked it with a gruff expression as he crossed his arms.

“what the hell were you thinking out there?” he started, voice low and gravelly. “you can’t just throw yourself into danger like that - ”

“pspspsps,” you interrupted, your eyes zeroing in on him as if he were the most fascinating thing in the world. “kitty. come here, kitty.”

logan froze mid-lecture, his brows furrowing. “what?”

you reached out a wobbly hand toward his head, fingers making the unmistakable beckoning motion people used for cats. “kitty! your hair’s so… fluffy. come here, let me pet you.”

for a moment, he just stared at you, utterly baffled. you were high as a kite, and he had no idea how to handle it. “you’re out of your damn mind,” he muttered, but he didn’t move away when your hand made contact with his hair.

“so soft,” you mumbled, running your fingers through it with clumsy determination. “why didn’t you tell me you’re secretly a big ol’ kitty?”

he huffed, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting a smile. “i ain’t a cat, darlin’.”

“mhm,” you said, clearly not believing him. your fingers trailed to his sideburns, and you giggled. “the whiskers. so majestic.”

logan’s patience was wearing thin, but not in the usual way. he was more amused than he wanted to admit, but he didn’t want to encourage you. “alright, that’s enough,” he said, gently taking your hand and lowering it back to your lap. “you’re supposed to be resting.”

“you’re supposed to be snuggly,” you countered, blinking up at him with wide, unfocused eyes. “c’mon, kitty. gimme a hug.”

he sighed deeply, muttering something about anesthesia making people loopy, but he leaned in slightly to placate you. you threw your arms around his neck, squeezing as much as your post-surgery state allowed.

“you smell nice,” you murmured into his shoulder. “like… woodsy. and safe. you’re so grumpy all the time, but you’re really sweet. my big, grumpy kitty.”

the words hit him harder than he expected, and he felt his throat tighten. he wasn’t used to being called sweet. most people saw the claws, the temper, the rough exterior. but here you were, high as hell and still managing to say the one thing that could disarm him completely.

he cleared his throat, patting your back awkwardly. “yeah, well, don’t go spreadin’ that around. gotta keep up my reputation.”

you pulled back slightly, your gaze dreamy but sincere. “i won’t tell. promise.” then you tapped your lips with a finger, lowering your voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “but only if you purr for me, kitty.”

logan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “darlin’, you’re gonna regret all this when you’re sober.”

“nope,” you said, popping the “p.” “i’ll never regret you, logan.”

his chest tightened again, and he looked away, trying to hide the way your words affected him. “you’re impossible,” he muttered, though there was no heat behind it.

“and you’re my favorite kitty,” you replied, your voice softening as your eyelids began to droop. “such a pretty kitty…”

logan stayed by your side as you drifted off, your breathing evening out. he shook his head, a small, fond smile tugging at his lips despite himself.

“damn troublemaker,” he murmured, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face.

and if he stayed a little longer than necessary, making sure you were comfortable and safe, well, that was nobody’s business but his own.

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[eddiesxangel]

My Little Bunny | Older!Eddie x Reader

For Evie, @oneforthemunny prompt for her writing challenge. “based off the lore that older!eddie gets slutty on tequila lol. gimme tequila eddie. make it slutty. the og prompt was at the beach for a wedding of a cousin, if you’d like to follow that, but if not- where does it happen? how do you think it would go? don’t spare a single detail please!!!!” I hope I did your man justice 😘 happy one year!

Happy new year! Here is some smut to start the year off right.

This is pure filth, don’t look at me🫣

Cw: age gap, oral, p in v, ass play, anal. Minors DNI. Only slightly proofread so if you see a spelling mistake… no you didn’t 😤

“Bunnnnnnnnnnnnnny” Eddie slurred. The man could not handle his liquor. But neither could you.

After what happened and the wedding, Eddie swore he wouldn’t drink tequila for a very long time. However, tonight was special. Tonight, the baby was with your parents, and Bri was off with your sister for the evening. It was just you. And Eddie. Alone for the first time in what felt like years. Eddie was wining and dining with you tonight.

You convinced him to go to a bar to dance. Well, you danced, he watched. He watched your body; he loved the new curves you got from bringing Delilah into the world. You returned to the bar where he was sitting and ordered four tequila shots. Eddie had been nursing a beer all night; he was shocked at your drink of choice.

“Bunny you know what happens when I drink this…” giving you a stern look.

“Maybe I wanna get a little freaky tonight…. It’s been so long” you run your hands up and down his chest.

“I don’t know”

“What if I gave you an insensitive?”

“And what would that be?”

“I want you to fuck my ass tonight” you whispered against your husband’s ear.

“Bunnnnnnnnnnnnnny” Eddie slured again as you both stumbled into your home.

“Fuck I need you. I need your tight ass so bad”

You can’t keep your hands off one another. Your lips are attached to his neck, and your hands run up and down his body. You barely make it through the front door before your hands are trying to get down his pants.

Somehow, you make it to the bedroom. You were stripping your man with each step. Something inside of you was burning, and Eddie was the only thing to put it out. A visceral ache in your core, screaming at you to do something about it.

“I need you, I need you so bad,” you whined because he wasn’t moving fast enough. You were already on the bed waiting for him.

Eddie giggled as he tried to unbutton his dress shirt, but it didn’t seem to work.

“Come here,” Eddie coxed you closer to him. “I need your help.”

“Arms up,” your mom instincts kicked in, and you pulled off Eddie’s shirt in one swift motion.

Without hesitation, you worked on his pants the second your fingertips left the fabric of his shirt. Your nimble fingers worked his belt, button, and zipper, and finally, why you craved most was released before you.

"God, you're so hot! How did I land a wife so fucking hot?"

You let Eddie cup your face, kissing you as he pushes you back onto the bed. His tongue parted your lips, and you gladly let him take charge.

It was needy and messy but so deliciously delightful. You missed your hundreds touch. You’d been so busy being a new mom, and Eddie tried picking up extra shifts to make a little more cash so you could take a nice vacation this summer. You hardly spent time together. You needed this. He needed this. The fire in his belly was also burning the second you mentioned your perfect tight little hole wanting to be stretched and pounded by his cock.

“You gonna be my good little bunny?” Eddie spoke as he slinked down your body so his face was level with your throbbing pussy.

“Yes!” You had zero patients, and he thought it was cute.

“Well then... You gotta get nice and wet, f’me”

“Already ammmmm” you wined again. Why was he prolonging this?

“Oh is she? I guess I’ll just have to see for myself.” Eddie didn’t spare another second. His hands wrenched your legs open, pressing them as far as they could reach.

You let out a moan of pleasure when his mouth finally attached to your lower lips.

Eddie needed to taste you. He usually didn’t do this often, but tonight you deserved to be thoroughly fucked. He needed to feel you cumming in his mouth, to taste you, to feel you. His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned into your pussy.

“Looks like you were right, baby bunny, and you taste so good. Just can’t get enough,” Eddie dove back in, flicking and licking at your clit. Your body was so reactive to him tonight. Let’s thank the tequila because it didn’t take much to make you cum from his mouth.

“Baby, I’m so close”

“Already? But I just started playing with her” he pouted.

“Yes! P-please.” You stuttered.

“You wanna cum? You going to cum for me?”

Unexpectedly, Eddie replaced his mouth with his finger just as you were on the brink. Before you could say anything, his finger was inside your wet fold, collecting all of your slick, and was quickly replaced by his mouth again.

You could feel the warmth building back up. Eddie continued to work your clit. All the while, his finger, drenched with your own natural lube, was starting to tease your other hole.

“Oh my god,” you moan as his finger slowly makes its way inside.

“You okay?”

“Don’t stop!” You begged as your first orgasm washes through you.

“Fuck, your tight little ass is sucking me in so good,” Eddie continues to finger you as you ride out your orgasm.

“Good bunny. Turn around, ass up, show me what’s mine.”

You quickly obeyed his orders and flipped around so you could show him what he wanted. You loved when he got possessive.

“Tell me what you want bunny”

“You.”

“Nu-uh,” Eddie tutted. “Be more specific.”

“Edddiiiieee, please, I need you.”

Eddie couldn’t believe your extra brattiness tonight.

“No,” a sharp slap filled the room and your ass stung. “Tell me what you need, Bunny,” he spoke, and he massaged the area he slapped. Soothing your skin.

“Your tongue… and your fingers,” you pant.

“Good little bunny,” he smirked. “You want me to tongue fuck your tight little hole? Get you nice and ready for me?”

“Yes,” you sigh as you arch your back more so Eddie can see more of you.

“Fuck bunny, you’re perfect.” Eddie gripped each cheek, spreading you open before dipping his head down.

When you felt his tongue make contact with your hole, you cried out again. You were revelling in the fact you were in an empty house. You could be as loud as you wanted.

“Mmmmmm, you taste so good, Bunny,” he moaned into you.

“Eddie!”

“Yes, Bunny?”

“More!”

“More what?”

“Please fuck my pussy”

“You’re such a good little slut for me. Good girl telling me what you want…. But is that all you want?” God, he was so condescending.

You let out an irritated huff. “Eddie, please,” you begged as you wiggled your ass in the air to entice him.

“You need to behave, little bunny, or else you’re not going to get what you want.” Eddie’s hands gripped your cheeks tighter.

“I’m sorry, I just need you so badly baby”

“Ohhh, I like that; tell me more.”

“I need you so bad! I’m aching for you. Please.”

“That’s my good girl.

Eddie lined up his cock with your wanton hole and slowly stretched you out.

“Thank you.” You sighed with relief.

His thick long cock stretched out your walls. You couldn’t help yourself as you rocked your body back and forth onto his cock.

“That’s it, bunny. Show me what you really can do” he slapped your ass again. You rocked your knees and hips back onto Eddie’s cock as he stood at the edge of your shared bed.

“Mmmmmm”

“More!”

You felt a wad of spit drip down your ass, lower and lower, until Eddie’s fingers found it and rimmed your picked hole. As you rocked your body against Eddie’s cock he dipped in his single digit, adding another and another until you stretched out.

Your body is screaming; Eddie was making you feel so good.

“Ok, bunny, you’re going to ride me, bounce on this cock and show me how good of a Bunny you are.”

“Yes, please. Need you.”

Eddie pulled out so he could get underneath you, but not before he reached the nightstand to pull out the lube you had stashed away for nights like these.

“You ready for me, baby?” He asked as he covered his cock in the slippery substance.

“Yes,” you swung your leg around his hips, aligning yourself with his hard cock that lay on his stomach.

“My beautiful girl,” he whispered as he guided your hips down onto him.

“Oh fuck” you both grit out in unison.

You watched as Eddie glazed over with lust.

“Fucking so good. Damn, tight.” Eddie gritted through his teeth.

He planted his feet on the mattress to ground himself. His hips started thrusting up into you, matching your strokes.

“Fuck fuck fuck I love the way you take my cock. Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“I love it,” you panted as you bounced on his cock. You felt so full, so complete. So ready for his cock to fill you.

“Baby, touch me,” you commanded.

Eddie dipped his head to take a nipple in his mouth as his hand found your pussy, finding your clit. A rush of pleasure ran through your body as his mouth and hands explored your body.

“Oh baby,” you threw your head back with pleasure.

“How much do you want it, baby bunny?”

“I want it so bad!”

“What do you want?”

“Your cum”

“Sucha little slut, want me to fill your ass with my cum?”

“Yes!”

Eddie’s hand never stopped working your clit. You could feel the pleasure build and build. Your legs were burning, but it was in measure to how Eddie was making you feel.

“You’re close baby I can feel you clenching down on me so tight.” He squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure.

“Cum for me, baby, cum for me, then I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be leaking for days. Do you want that? To feel my cum dripping out of you tomorrow?”

“Fuck. Eddie!” You cried out as your body clenched around his cock, cumming hard.

"Eddie continued to pound into your ass until he unloaded up into you, filling you up just like you begged him to do.

Your body went limp and your soar muscles rested as you lay your weight fully on your husband.

"Remind me again. Why don't I do tequila?" Eddie laughed as his brain released serotonin. "That was amazing." He kissed the top of your head.

"Remember that question tomorrow, big boy." You giggled, and Eddie finally pulled out of you.

"Come on, Bunny, let's get you cleaned up. " Even in his drunken state, he still needed to take care of you.

"Can't move. You fucked me too well." you sighed.

"I think you did most of the work Bun, you fucked me."

"I did, didn't I?" You smile at the realization.

"Don't get cocky now" He slapped your ass, and you jumped up out of bed with Eddie following close behind you.

[gigi-loveless]

Okay kind of out there ask, dom reader teasing and topping Abby while Ellie is a little perv and watches from behind them. maybe it's not that out there idk, i just like bottom Abby its so fun

summary - what was supposed to be a chill night in with your roommates takes a hard turn.

warnings - 18+. FILTH. this is FILTH. lowkey dubcon if you squint REALLY hard, intro is cheesy asf so i won’t blame you if you skip it

authors note - i did not proof read this bc i needed to rub one out after writing this jesus chriST anyways requests are open again finally . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁

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“okay, okay,” abby chuckles as she gets the perfect idea. “so we think we know everything about each other right?”

you and ellie turn to each other, both curled up on opposite ends of the couch, and nod in agreement, as ellie passes you her neatly rolled joint, both of your eyes following your cocky roommates detailed arms.

“so,” ellie coughs, “where’s this going then abby?”

“jesus give me a second, williams!” abby shouts, that rare, adorable smile that makes you absolutely melt appearing. “let’s play hot seat.”

ellie rolls her eyes unceremoniously, and peels herself off the couch. “okay, okay!” you notice her ears burning pink underneath her auburn hair, pondering to yourself what an innocent game such as this would make her such a mess.

“okay okay, who wants to go first?” abby asks, as ellie turns away slightly, avoiding eye contact, biting back a smile. her chiseled features glowing in the moonlight through the window. “well, i suggested the game, so how bout you, sugar?” abby gestures to you. your hands start to get clammy, ellie’s odd energy throwing you for a loop.

“cool, yeah.” you agree, making your way over to abby’s chair in the corner of the room.

“okay, els, you know how this works right?” abby questions, as ellie quickly interjects.

“d’you think i’m five? gimme a break dude!” she laughs, playfully punching abby’s shoulder.

“okay, okay….” abby chuckles again as she sets a one minute timer on her phone. “and time starts….now.”

“okay coming in hot, filthiest fantasy.” ellie’s eyes widen with desire as she asks you her question.

“no doubt, wanna have someone watch as i put a girl in her place. sounds so fuckin fun.” you explain nonchalantly as the two girls watch you take the final drag of the minuscule joint between your plush lips.

abby and ellie give each other a quick look before abby blurts out “do you wanna make that come true now?”

you cough, waving the smoke out of your face, laughing. “the fuck, anderson? like….” the girls eyes widen, eyeing you in your workout shorts and tank top. “oh, you’re serious.”

“what is it angels, you wanna see this?” you creep up from the chair, confidence building with every motion. pulling off your tank top and throwing it in ellie’s face, your nipples perk up at the sensation of the cool air.

“fuck….” abby whispers breathlessly, using every fiber of strength to not palm her clit at this very second.

“c’mere abs…lemme take care of you.” you murmur sultrily, running your hand down her braid as you straddle her thigh. “wanna watch, els?” you motion to the stunned girl, her nimble fingers already down her boxers. “ah, ah, ah…..” you whisper to her, pulling her fingers out and sucking on the wetness from her digits. “you’re gonna wanna save that. just getting started.” her breath hitches, wide eyes taking in the warmth of your mouth around her fingers.

as you’re finishing up, you feel abby brushing up against your ass, and going to grope it. “don’t even think about it anderson. you do what i say, yeah?” you ask, pinning her muscular arms up above her head. the blondes expression goes soft, submitting to your energy. “stay.”

“that’s a good girl.” you whisper, before locking your lips in hers. she tastes just how you always imagined; coffee and cherries. she can’t help but buck up her hips into yours, desperate for any friction. “was that….your….plan…all along?” you ask, one hand around her throat while your pouty lips leave tender kisses on her collarbone.

“m-mhm!” she nods, ellie’s faced flushed in awe, scanning the two of you.

“yeah? i could tell from the second you suggested that game….sluts. both of you.” you chuckle, before nearly tearing her muscle tank off her toned body and connecting your gooey mouth to her petite nipples. the moan that comes out of her at this stage is guttural; you smile to yourself knowing you can make these girls fold with a simple kiss. “tell me what you want angel….” you coo, circling her ribs with your nails. without warning, she gets too impatient and starts rubbing her clothed cunt against your thigh. “well….if you can’t behave, maybe i’ll just play with ellie for a bit.” abby whines as you peel yourself off her, as ellie’s eyes darken.

“let’s see how wet you are…”

ellie quickly rips her boxers off, allowing you to spread her pale thighs. her cunt is quite literally dripping. thank fuck you have a leather couch.

“may i?” you ponder from between her thighs. she bobbles her head yes uncontrollably, only stopping to throw her head back in pleasure when you lick a thick stripe up her puffy pussy. “god, y’taste so fuckin good….” you mumble, looking back to abby for a moment. “learned your lesson yet?” your eyes taunting her, before diving face first into ellie’s pussy, no hesitation. the poor girl can barely get a moan out before-

“i know you bought that strap….saw the box.” she sighs out, relieved.

“sorry els…” you giggle, a thin web of spit connecting your drenched lips to her pussy. “i’ll get you later. gotta take care of that slut first. be good and watch, and i’ll reward you again.” she gulps in response, giving you a light kiss.

you motion for the girls to wait, and scurry off to your room to get yourself ready. soon you’re back, bottle of lube in hand, rubbing the cool gel on your 7 inch length. abby’s eyes widen, likely not realizing how big your dick really was.

“this okay?” you ask, hovering over her neatly trimmed pussy. she nods, whimpering. “words, angel….”

“y-yes!” she gasps out, desperately rutting her hips against the tip of your dick. anything, anything for a taste of that delicious friction.

“good girl….” kissing her forehead, you sink into her with ease, her eyes rolling back sinfully as you bottom out in one stroke. “look so pretty like this…s’fuckin obedient….”

her veins melt back into her freckled shoulders as her senses succumb to all of you. her moans are fucking pornographic, you almost wish you got it on video….

in which ellie already has her phone shakily pointing at the two of you, her hand back between her now bare thighs, rubbing lazy circles over her clit. all that’s left of her is her flannel, her breasts poking out from in between the the buttons. because let’s be real, she never wears a damn bra so she can whip them out easily.

“jesus abs….s’fuckin tight.” you moan out, lightly scratching at her biceps. “takin me so pretty….never thought i’d get to have you like this.” the blonde sobs out your name in reply, desperately flailing to close her legs to relieve the pressure in her stomach as you pry her open. “you better stop, or i’ll take you from behind instead.”

“promise?”

and that’s how you ended up with abby andersons back arched for you, ass up, with your cock so deep in her cunt ellie can see the silouhette of you in her abdomen.

“yeah? you wanted this, huh?” you pant, the only sounds that echo through the room are simultaneous moans from the two girls and the squelching of their juices. abby’s noise more prominent as she shrieks in pleasure while you yank her braid so far back she has to stare at ellies glazed over cunt just out of reach while you ruthlessly thrust into her.

“answer or you won’t fuckin cum.” you bellow, tightening your grip on her locks.

“yes! y-yes! need to cum…hah…hah….hah….s’bad!”

“atta girl.” you groan, spreading her pussy to watch her cream a perfect white ring all over your strap, your own high peaking, your thighs shaking in pleasure.

the three of you collapse onto the couch, all going silent for a moment to catch your breath….before bursting out into uncontrollable giggles.

“gotta do that more often, huh?” abby smirks, with the satisfaction of knowing her stupid little plan worked.

“mhm….” you agree, brushing your hands up against the two girls. “gonna put els in her place next time though…”

you shoot a glance at the lanky girl, and her eyes go hazy.

part 2….?

[theres-a-body-here]

Scumtober - Day 10 (Neighbors)

Male!Minotaur x Male!reader

Your fingers curl tightly around the shovel handle, knuckles turning white as you try to thrust it into the hard earth again and again. A few stray locks of hair fall onto your forehead as you lean forward, sweat trickling down your brow. You curse under your breath, "Stupid furry rat bastard… Useless little shit… Fuck…"

You liked babysitting for the Ulgan family. Despite how society views Orcs, they treat you well. The kids were mild-mannered, the neighborhood was safe, and the pay was great. So, you came into work today expecting a normal day while the mister and misses went out for a date.

But Dura's old ass hamster decided it was the perfect time to straight up die.

You sigh heavily, leaning on the shovel handle. As you stare down at the chopped dirt beneath you, you realize digging a grave here is nearly impossible right now.  It was winter after all, the ground was frozen solid.

Your gaze shifts towards the window where you spot Dura happily chowing down on a bowl of ice cream. Not exactly a nutritious choice, but she did cry a lot after finding Hammy stiff in his cage earlier today… It wasn't until you promised her a whole gallon of mint chocolate chip ice cream from the store that she finally stopped the water works.

You let out a deep growl of frustration and plunge the shovel blade directly into the frozen soil with all your might. Angrily, you rip it free and stab it back into the ground once more.

Frustration bubbles within you as you think about having to explain death to a ten-year-old orcling. Though, you shouldn't have been surprised, considering how fragile hamsters are. To be honest, you kinda expected her to squish the damn thing some day. But here you are now, dealing with this mess.

You grit your teeth, continuing to stab at the ground with the shovel.

A sudden, low laugh draws your attention upward to see a tall figure looming over the wooden fence that separates the Ulgans' yard from the next door neighbors'.

Donovan.

The minotaur leans casually on the top of the fence, watching you curiously with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Calm down killer," He says teasingly. "Does the backyard owe you money or something?" His deep laughter echoes through the otherwise silent street.

Wiping the sweat off your brow with your arm, you glare up at him. "Shove it asshole," you sneer.

Of course he would find this funny.

"Alright alright," Donovan replies with another chuckle. He watches you dig for a moment longer before starting to speak again.

"So uh… How's business treating ya? Still likin' your job?"

"Ehh," you say, letting out a loud exhale. "Been better. The little one's pet died."

"Shit," he mutters sympathetically as he watches you struggle to make any dent into the frozen soil.

With a roll of his eyes, he grips the top of the fence and in one swift motion, he vaults over it, landing with a thud onto the ground.

"Here, gimme that," he offers, reaching for the shovel. His hand wraps around its base and easily rips it from your grip.

"H-Hey, dickhead! I could've done it myself!" You snap at him, smacking his muscular back as he starts to dig up some dirt with ease.

"Hey!" he exclaims, spinning around to face you with a raised eyebrow. "What was that for?"

"For being made out of hamburger," you retort sarcastically as you stretch your arm toward the shovel in his hand.

"Made outta hamburger?" He repeats, raising an eyebrow at you as he hoists the shovel high above your head. "And just what kind of burger would that be, huh?" He asks teasingly, his snout curling into a shiteating grin.

"A big stupid one," you retort, jumping upwards slightly in an attempt to grab the damn thing from him.

He chuckles as he watches you jump like an angry honeybadger.

You give him a annoyed expression. "Dude, come on," you complain, gazing up at him as he holds the shovel out of your reach.

"Let me do this for you," he insists as he leans down towards you, all traces of humor gone from his voice. 

He looks serious, like he truly wants to help you bury some orcling's dead hamster.

"Fine," you say with a heavy sigh, stepping back and gesturing towards the hole he started.

"Go ahead then."

He gives you a warm smile before getting to work. His strong arms swing the shovel effortlessly into the ground as his tail wags happily.

As he digs, you finally take note of his fit. White T-shirt and grey sweats. Classic lazy bum style.

It looks good though.

...

Very good.

...

You wouldn't mind taking a bite outta him.

Wait, how far is he digging?

You lean over to get a closer look at the hole.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's enough!" You call out, rushing forward to tap his strong shoulder. Your hand comes to rest gently on his firm muscles. 

Looking down at you with wide eyes, he stops digging immediately before glancing at the hole.

It was at least ten feet deep.

After a brief pause, Donovan returns your gaze with a sheepish smile before shrugging. 

With a huff, you glance over at the house again to check for any sign of Dura. She doesn't seem to be in the kitchen anymore. The small orcling probably left to watch TV in the living room.

With the coast clear, you nonchalantly nudge the small corpse into the gaping hole with your foot and watch as it tumbles down into darkness below.

"Alright," you say with a nod. "Fill it."

He flashes you a quick salute before refilling the freshly dug hole. In minutes, there's nothing left but a patch of disturbed dirt to show that anything ever happened here at all.

You clap your hands and close your eyes.

"Here lies Hammy, who lived a wonderful..."

You peek at your fingers to count.

"Two years."

After your mini eulogy, you open your eyes and peer over at Donovan.

"Okay, you can leave now," you command, jabbing a finger towards the fence line. 

He claps his hands together and presses them under his maw, batting his eyelashes dramatically. 

"Don't I get a reward for helping?" He asks coyly, giving you a smile that makes you wanna bite him.

You can't afford to argue with him when Mom and Pop can come back at any moment.

Rolling your eyes, you slowly walk over to him, stopping to stand on your tiptoes directly beside him. Leaning in close, you press your lips firmly against his furry cheek.

Donovan stands there dazed for a moment before scratching his chin

"I was actually thinking you could make me some mac and cheese or someth-"

Before he can finish his sentence, you get a tight hold of his horns before shaking his head back and forth.

Scumtober 2024 Masterlist

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‘Movie Night’

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

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

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

Disclaimer: Still the same.

Chapter 27- 'Touch Her' | ‘Movie Night'

word count - 12 k

**** extra reminder of the dv warning****

"Mmm, my pretty girl, always gimme the best cuddles," Trent hummed a whisper, his voice soft and rough with affection as he leaned into you, on the sofa in his living room. His face nuzzled against your neck, his breath warm against your skin. Even in your groggy state, you instinctively reached out for him, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck. "Smell so good," he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. You sighed sleepily, your body already responding to his closeness. You shifted slightly, pulling yourself further up his body, your arms tightening around him. You pressed soft, lazy kisses along his neck, your lips lingering on his warm skin. His hands moved under your top, caressing your bare skin, his touch slow and deliberate. His fingertips tracing light patterns along your waist before dipping into the waistband of your shorts. The motion sent shivers up your spine, and you unconsciously rolled your hips against him, your body seeking his without thought. "Baby," he whispered, his voice low and laced with need. "You wanna get to bed?" At first, you shook your head, nuzzling deeper into him, wanting to stay right there in the cocoon of his arms. You liked the feel of his big, warm hands on you, the way his fingers splayed over your skin possessively. "Yeah, c'mon, pretty girl," he cooed, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. His voice was a gentle hum, filled with sweetness. "Get you out of these.” You could feel his lips pull into a smirk against your skin as he splayed his hands under the waistband of your shorts as if he would peel them off you right then. “Can shower with me. Have a good cuddle in my bed." He purred in your ear, his words dripping like honey. A sleepy but greedy smile tugged at the corners of your lips at his words. You felt his hands slide down your back, coaxing you gently. Your lips lazily found their way back to his neck, trailing soft kisses up toward his jaw and over to his ear, a silent acceptance to his offer. He chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest. "That's my girl," he murmured, his one hand moving to cradle the back of your head, his thumb brushing tenderly against your temple. You let out a small hum of contentment, leaning into him more, your body melting further into his embrace. The darkening room made everything feel softer, quieter and harder to leave as you nuzzled into the crook of Trent's neck, your warm breath brushing against his skin. 

"Will you still hold me?" you asked desperately, your voice barely above a whisper. You hid in the nape of his neck, your face pressed against his skin, seeking comfort in his closeness.

Trent gently pulled your face away from him so he could look at you. His warm brown eyes searched yours, his brows furrowed in concern but softened by love. Your lips were pouted, trembling slightly, and his heart broke a little seeing how fragile you looked in that moment.

"Yeah," he said softly, his voice unwavering. "I'm gonna hold onto you forever." His lips curved into a reassuring smile before he leaned in to peck your lips-a sweet, grounding kiss. His hands slid down your back again slowly, deliberately, and you felt a familiar cheeky smile tugging at your lips as his palms roamed lower, stopping just above your ass. The moment your smile gave him the green light, he let his hands move further, cupping your ass and squeezing gently. You giggled softly, your body relaxing into his touch.

"How about in bed?" you whispered, your voice carrying just enough teasing to make him smirk.

"Definitely forever," he murmured, his hands kneading your curves as if they were made just for him. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. When he pulled back, his smile was breathtaking-so genuine it made your chest tighten. His eyes crinkled slightly at the corners, his pink lips curling in a way that made you feel like the luckiest person alive to be able to see it so up close.

"Kay. Now, please," you giggled, burying your face in his neck again, feeling his deep chuckle reverberate through his chest. He sat up, adjusting himself to the edge of the couch, and in one smooth motion, he stood with you in his arms. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your arms draped over his shoulders. Trent stood up with you draped around him, your legs securely wrapped around his waist, your face buried in his neck as you placed gentle, teasing nips against his skin. He adjusted his hold on you, one arm under your thighs, the other on your back, steadying you effortlessly. Trent cradled you as though you weighed nothing, his strength and warmth enveloping you. You rested your head on his shoulder, your nails lightly scratching at his scalp. He hummed low in his throat, a sound of pure contentment as he carried you, the promise of holding you forever etched in every step. The only sound in the living room, the quiet hum of the TV until Trent broke the silence. 

"No…" Trent whispered, his tone low but pointed as his eyes flicked to Noah slouched on the sofa. "Noah," he repeated, reaching out to flick his friend on the arm. Noah groaned, wincing as he stirred, looking up tired and disoriented.

"What, man?" he muttered, rubbing the spot Trent had flicked.

"You lot good?" Trent asked, nodding toward Layla, who was curled up against Noah's side, her head resting on his shoulder, fast asleep. Noah blinked, seemingly processing the situation for the first time. Layla’s dainty manicured hand splayed across his stomach.  He glanced down at Layla and then back at Trent, his brow furrowing in mild confusion. 

"Yeah... all good," he said, his voice quiet, not wanting to wake her. "I'll text you if we head out. I… I don't know if she'll want a ride yet," he added, as though trying to make sense of his own words. Noah hadn't realized they’d fallen asleep like that. While you were in your own world niblinging on Trent’s neck, he saw two people who were very comfortable together on the sofa. Trent smirked knowingly, his gaze flickering between Noah and Layla before he turned his attention back to you. You let out a soft whine, pulling Trent's focus entirely back to you.

"T..." you murmured pleadingly and impatient, your lips brushing his neck as you shifted slightly in his arms. He smiled, his chest rumbling with a soft chuckle. 

"Alright, all good, lad, We’re gonna…" Trent began his sentence, starting to move toward the stairs but his words were halted by a cheeky smile he flashed back to Noah. Noah rolled his eyes, able to infer what you were going upstairs for, a soft chuckle escaping him as he caught Trent's grin. 

"Wanker," Noah mouthed silently, his smile teasing but tired. Trent let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

"Nah," he quipped, his tone smug, "I don't think that's what I'm gonna be doing at all." Trent smugly smirked, falling into an equally cheeky laugh. Noah shook his head, smirking despite himself as Trent turned away, his laugh echoing softly. You giggled against Trent's neck, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your temple as he carried you up the stairs, the moment warm and filled with playful intimacy.

Trent leaned against the doorframe, his broad shoulders propping him up as his eyes roamed over your figure. His gaze was heavy, filled with desire as he took in every inch of you-the way the satin pajama set clung to your curves, the way the faint outline of your nipples pressed against the thin fabric, and how the hem of your shorts barely covered the soft cheeks of your ass. The soft lighting in the bathroom glistened off your skin, giving you an ethereal glow that made his breath hitch. Trent's smirk widened as he stepped into the bathroom, his eyes never leaving your reflection in the mirror. His hands found your arms, his touch warm and firm as he rubbed up and down your soft skin. He pulled your body flush against his. The heat radiating from his skin sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but lean into him, seeking more of his touch.

"Wow..." His deep voice broke the quiet hum of the bathroom, pulling your attention to the mirror where his reflection stared at you with a smirk that sent a thrill down your spine. "Aren't I lucky."

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't help the heat that crept up your neck as his words sank in. Turning your head slightly, you caught his gaze in the mirror, your lips curling into a shy smile.

"Always got something to say, don't you?" you teased, though your voice betrayed how flustered his attention made you. Trent didn't respond immediately. He pushed off the doorframe, his frame moving toward you with slow, deliberate strides. He looked devastatingly handsome, his golden skin glowing from the lotion he had just applied, and his loose shorts sitting low on his hips. His chest, bare and toned, rose and fell in a steady rhythm, but the way his brown eyes darkened with hunger betrayed the calm exterior he tried to maintain.

"Nah," he finally murmured, his voice dropping an octave. "Not always. But when you're standing there looking like that..." His eyes roamed down your figure again, lingering where the satin clung to you like a second skin. “...what do you expect me to do, hmm?" You swallowed hard, your body already reacting to the intensity of his stare. 

"I expect you to behave," you replied, your tone light, though the faint tremble in your voice didn't go unnoticed.

"Not happening," he said simply, his smirk widening as he came to stand behind you. His hands immediately found your waist, his large palms warm as they rested on your hips. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You make it impossible for me, you know that, right?"  He whispered.  Before you could respond, Trent's hands began to move, sliding up your sides, his touch firm but deliberate. With a swift motion, he pulled you back against him, your back pressing into the solid wall of his chest. You could feel every inch of him-his warmth, his strength, the way his body molded perfectly to yours. And then you felt it-his arousal, hard and insistent, pressing into your lower back.

"T..." you whispered, your voice barely audible as your breath caught in your throat. His hands roamed higher, slipping under the hem of your camisole to caress the bare skin of your stomach. His fingers were slow, purposeful, as they traced lazy circles on your soft skin. "Thank you," you murmured shyly, your eyes fluttering shut as his touch sent a wave of warmth through your body.

"For what?" he asked softly, his lips grazing your neck as he spoke.

"For looking at me like this," you admitted, your voice shaking slightly as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze in the mirror. Trent paused for a moment, his dark eyes locking onto yours. 

"Can't help it," he confessed, his voice thick with emotion. "You're unreal, baby. So fucking beautiful." He whispered earnestly. But then his lips returned to your neck. "Baby, you don't even try, do you?" he murmured against your neck, his lips grazing your skin with each word.  "Not fair to me. Laying on me all night, kissing my neck... how am I supposed to behave?" Your lips curled into a shy smile, but you didn't respond, the words caught in your throat as his hands began to explore more. They slid under the hem of your camisole, the soft fabric bunching up as his fingers caressed your bare stomach. His thumbs drew lazy circles on your skin, sending waves of warmth coursing through your body.

"I didn't know I was doing anything," you whispered, feigning innocence, your voice breathless.

"You know exactly what you're doing," Trent muttered against your ear, his deep voice dripping with desire. He nipped at the sensitive spot just below your ear, making you gasp softly.

"And you're doing it to me on purpose." You let out a shaky laugh, your hands gripping the edge of the counter for support as his lips continued their journey down your neck. His hands traveled higher, brushing against your ribs, and you arched your back slightly, pushing yourself further into him.

"Look at you," he murmured, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. "So fucking perfect, baby."

Your cheeks flushed, the intensity in his gaze making your heart race. He groaned softly at the motion, the sound low and guttural, vibrating against your skin as he kissed a trail down your neck. "I can't keep my hands off you," he whispered against your skin, his lips brushing just beneath your ear. "Not when you look like this. Not when you feel like this." His hands finally reached your tits, cupping them gently. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, the faintest touch enough to make you gasp softly. Your grip on the bathroom counter tightened more as a rush of heat pooled in your stomach. "My perfect girl, all mine," Trent murmured, his voice filled with awe as he watched you in the mirror. His words made your chest tighten, the sincerity in his voice almost overwhelming. You bit your lip, your eyes fluttering shut as you nodded, completely lost in the feeling of his touch. His hands were everywhere, exploring, kneading, claiming you in a way that made you feel cherished and desired all at once.

"T..." you whimpered, your voice barely audible, but he heard it loud and clear. His lips curved into a smirk as he kissed your shoulder, his teeth grazing your skin ever so slightly.

"Say it again," he urged, his voice thick with desire. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and whispered his name once more.

"Good girl," he breathed, his hands sliding down your body to grip your hips.  You turned your head, angling it to meet his lips, desperate for a kiss. He obliged immediately, his mouth capturing yours in a slow, deep kiss that left you breathless. "Baby.." he whispered against your lips as he pulled back, his hands sliding down to grip your hips. 

“T, please.” You whined. He chuckled softly, his hands tightening their hold on your hips as he turned you to face him. His gaze roamed over you again, his eyes filled with nothing but admiration and desire.

"C'mere," he said, his voice low but commanding. His hands moved to your hips, and with a gentle tug, he lifted your silk camisole, baring your breasts to his hungry gaze. You let out a soft moan as his thumbs brushed over your nipples, now hard and aching for his touch. He teased them, pinching and rolling them between his fingers, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His mouth claimed yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours as his hands continued their exploration. Breaking the kiss, you turned in his arms, your eyes meeting his.

 "T, baby, I want you," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. Without hesitation, you peeled off your remaining clothes, letting them fall to the floor, leaving you completely exposed to his hungry gaze. Trent's breath hitched as his eyes raked over your bare body, dark and full of desire. His hands instinctively reached out, pulling you flush against him again. The heat of his skin against yours sent a shiver down your spine.

"God, baby, you don’t understand how perfect you are," he whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with reverence as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks. His lips crashed against yours, deep and consuming, leaving no room for doubt about how much he wanted you. His hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips before moving to your ass, pulling you impossibly closer to him. You could feel his arousal pressing against you through his shorts, his desire palpable. His kisses trailed down your jawline, lingering on your neck as he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin, marking you as his. 

"Baby..." you whimpered, your hands tangling in his curls, tugging gently as his mouth worked its magic. He groaned in response, the sound vibrating against your neck as his hands roamed freely over you. He kneaded your tits, his thumbs circling your hardened nipples before his mouth moved lower, his lips replacing his hands. Your head fell back as his tongue flicked over one nipple while his hand teased the other, your body arching into his touch. His free hand gripped your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist as he held you steady against him.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured between kisses, his voice filled with awe. "I need you, baby," he growled, his hands cupping your tits, thumbs flicking over your nipples. "Gonna let me taste you." You nodded with a whimper. He guided you back against the countertop, his strong hands on your waist, slipped around you, over your ass, lifted you up from under your thighs to place you on the cold marble. You spread your legs, inviting him in, your pussy already glistening with anticipation. Trent knelt between your thighs, his eyes fixed on your core. His name fell from your lips in a hoarse moan the moment you felt his fingers running through your wet folds. With his fingers between your legs now, you were practically dripping for him. You looked down at him with your jaw slacked and lidded eyes. He unraveled you with each movement. 

"You're so wet f’me, baby," he said, his voice thick with need as he kissed from your knee, dragging his perfect, dreamy, pouty lips closer and closer towards your core. The anticipation alone had you reelling. He leaned forward, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. "Let me make you feel good." His tongue flicked out, teasing your clit, making you gasp and squirm beneath him. He licked and sucked, his fingers joining in, sliding into your wetness, curling and stroking, finding that sweet spot that had you writhing with pleasure. His fingers hit the perfect spot inside you with every thrust and curl of their tips. Your back arching uncontrollably. The way his breath felt against you, his skillful tongue, the force of his fingers, it all had you rushing towards your first orgasm of the night.  “Tell me baby. You gonna cum f’me? Am I gonna make you cum? You gotta tell me.” He mumbled, his voice vibrating against your core, you could sense that his muffled words were said with so much smugness and self satisfaction Trent shut his eyes a little consumed by his own pleasure of your taste. He dragged his tongue through your folds again and again slurping you up. You were a complete mess. You could barely keep yourself propped up. Your pussy clenched ruthlessly around his fingers. You gripped the countertop, your knuckles turning white as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“T… T….” You whined. “Please. I’m cumming.” You whimpered with gasps of air and cried. Your pussy was dripping all over his face, you were absolutely soaked but you couldn’t think, your mind had gone blank.  "Oh, fuck, T, oh my god!" you cried out, your body tensing as the orgasm washed over you. He didn't let up though, continuing to lap at your pussy, his fingers working in and out, until you were reduced to a quivering mess, your legs shaking uncontrollably. "Please, T," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need you inside me." He stood, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Want me to fuck you, pretty girl?” Trent murmured, kissing you up your body. You whined. “Let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good.” He essentially was begging, he was desperate to be inside of you. “Gonna be a good girl?” He flicked his eyes to yours. You nodded with a shy smile. He pumped his cock, positioning himself at your entrance. With one swift thrust, he filled you, his cock stretching you deliciously. You whimpered, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Trent began to move, his hips snapping forward, pounding into you with a relentless rhythm. 

“T… fuck, you feel so big.” You moaned. He reached down, grabbing your thigh, and lifted your leg, placing it over his shoulder, giving him even deeper access.

"Fuck, baby, you feel amazing," he grunted, his eyes never leaving yours. "So fucking tight and wet f’me." You met his thrusts, your bodies moving as one, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Trent's hand reached down, finding your clit, and began to rub it in circles, sending you spiraling towards another climax. "Cum for me, baby," he urged, his voice hoarse. "Let me feel you squeeze my cock. Be a goof girl f’me." His words were all it took, and you shattered around him, your pussy clenching and milking his cock as you cried out his name. Trent followed soon after, his body stiffening as he emptied himself deep within you, filling you with his hot cum. 

“Did I do okay?” You asked, your eyes pleading for his approval. You hated how desperate you sounded. You weren’t sure why, maybe it was an old habit. He didn’t make you feel like you needed to ask him that. 

“Fucking amazing, pretty girl. Every time.” He smiled, kissing your lips. His chest rising and falling heavily as you both came down. 

“Was it what you wanted?” You asked, needing his reassurance. He pouted unintentionally, hating that you needed it, but he’d give it to you always. Trent decided to pull out of you slowly, his spent cock glistening with a mixture of your juices and his cum.  

“Baby, you… You are what I want. You are everything I want. Every day, in every way.” He cooed softly. “Do you know that you are everything to me, pretty girl?” He smiled gently, pressing his nose to yours as his hands delicately caressed your body lovingly. You nodded with a shy giggle. “Good.” He smiled kissing you repeatedly. 

“Okay! Okay!” You giggled grabbing onto him, trying to get him to stop kissing you but you really didn’t mine. “T!” You squealed as he unrelentlessly kissed your neck. He finally pulled back and cupped your cheeks. 

“What, baby? You want me to stop?” He shot you a cheeky smile and it was heartbreakingly beautiful, dimples indenting in his gorgeous cheeks. 

“No.” You giggled. His brow furrowed with inquiry. “No, baby because I think I want more of you if you want more.” You smirked greedily running your hands over his hair.  

“You have no fucking idea, how much more I want.” A devilish grin spread across his face. "Not done with you.” He lifted you into his arms easily.  You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped your lips as you clung to him, your fingers threading through his curls, wrapping your legs tighter around him as he carried you to the bedroom. He laid you down gently on the bed, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes roamed his body, taking in every inch of his toned, golden skin, and your lips parted as your breath caught. He leaned over you, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he lowered himself down, capturing your lips in another searing kiss.

"I need you," you whispered against his lips, your hands roaming his back, pulling him closer. He groaned, his forehead pressing against yours as he positioned himself between your legs. 

"I've got you, baby. Always." He smirked as he picked up under your thigh and flipped you over, to lay on your stomach. It was swift and smooth. He was quick to grab your hips pull you back to him, as he kneeled behind you. “Be a good girl f’me. Arch your back how you know I like.” He commanded you and you did exactly what he said. He had positioned you on all fours on the bed, your ass in the air, your cheek pressed against the soft sheets. “That’s it, you’re perfect like this.” He groaned  as you felt his hands on your hips, guiding you, as he entered you from behind, his cock sliding effortlessly into your wetness. He started slow, his hips moving in a gentle rhythm, but soon the pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. 

“Fuck, T! Feel so fucking deep.” You moaned, your head thrown back, as he pounded into you, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. He slapped your ass hard and your back arched further, bouncing your ass back onto his length. He smirked knowing that even as sensitive as you were, emotionally vulnerable, with him… You wanted him to fuck you senseless and nothing was off the table. 

"You like that, huh?" he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "My dirty girl, taking it so well." You nodded, your words reduced to incoherent moans as he hit all the right spots. You craved his touch, the feel of his hands on you, the sensation of his cock, letting him take complete control of you and he knew that. Trent let a line of spit drop down onto your ass. His saliva running between your ass cheeks. You bit down on your bottom lip as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.  

“Baby!” You whined when suddenly, you felt him place a finger on your asshole and you gasped, tensed, surprised by the sensation.

“Shhh, baby. Relax. You’re a good girl.” He whispered to you and you mewled as his finger began to circle, massaging you. "Let me take care of you. I know what you like.” And not a minute later he started to push his finger in. He pushed gently, and you felt yourself opening to him, his finger sliding into your tight hole. You thrust your hips back, wordlessly begging for him to keep going. So he did. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, and you cried out, your body trembling on the edge of another release. "That's it, let me make you feel good, cum for me again," he urged, his finger curling inside you as he pounded into your pussy. "Let go, baby." Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing as you came around his cock and finger. Trent followed, his own release claiming him, his cock throbbing as he filled your pussy once more. He collapsed onto the bed beside you, both of you breathing heavily. 

"That was..." he began, but you placed a finger on his lips, silencing him.

"No words," you whispered, snuggling into his embrace. "Just hold me." And he did, his strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you close. You lay there, content in each other's arms, the afterglow of your passionate encounter warming your bodies and souls.

You knew he loved you in these moments. Sex aside, though you could feel it then too, but after as he held you. The way his hands felt on you, the way he looked at you, the way he made you feel, all of it made you sure. His movements were so tender yet all consuming. He made you feel like nothing else mattered but the two of you.

Downstairs, privy to all the audio that was coming from Trent’s room, Noah was still on the couch with Layla. He shifted a little under her, now fully aware of their close predicament. He didn’t want to wake her but he also wasn’t sure if she wanted to be so close, so intimate then she had ever been before with him.  Noah’s arm was draped around her shoulder… but was he meant to move it? Layla was nestled into his side, her head resting gently on his shoulder, her lips in a soft sleepy pout. They were friends and he knew what she looked like, but right now, she looked different. She looked beautiful in fact and not in the way he thought she was when you were all  out at parties.  But when her body shifting on his. Noah’s body stiffened slightly as he felt Layla begin to stir against him. Her soft breaths against his chest shifted, and he could tell she was waking up. Her hand, still splayed over his stomach, twitched slightly as she adjusted, her cheek still pressed against his shoulder. He should’ve moved, maybe shifted her away gently, but something in the moment stopped him. His body stayed as is but his eyes lingering on her immediately snapped back to the tv, attempting to be nonchalant with his jaw tightening ever so slightly as his thoughts raced. Layla’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her lashes brushing his shirt as she blinked up at him. She noticed how she was nestled into his side, her lips slightly parted in surprise at the intimate position. But instead of pulling away, she stayed there, her body warm and soft against his.

“Sorry…” she whispered, her voice quiet and raspy from sleep. There was a hesitation in her tone, as if she wasn’t sure if she’d crossed some unspoken line. But when Noah didn’t move, didn’t flinch, she relaxed again, sinking into the comfort of his arm still draped protectively around her. “Hi…” she giggled softly, mildly embarrassed and yet interestingly, comfortable. Her cheeks flushing as her gaze met his. Noah’s heart skipped a beat, but he masked it with a casual grin, finally tearing his eyes from the TV to look down at her. 

“You look confused,” Noah chuckled, his smirk teasing as he looked down at Layla. “You’re in T’s living room.” He smirked. Layla looked around. She blinked a few times, her gaze shifting around the room as she adjusted to the dim light of Trent’s house. Her head tilted slightly as if trying to piece everything together.

“I know,” she muttered, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Sorry. Long day. So, did they go…?” Layla trailed off, her voice hesitant but amused, her brows raised as she flicked her gaze toward the stairs.

“Lays…” Noah began with a dramatic sigh, leaning his head back against the couch and flashing her a teasing smile. “What I wouldn’t give to have been asleep for the past hour.” Layla’s eyes widened, her lips twitching into a grin. 

“Bad?” she giggled, shifting slightly where she was still leaning against him, trying not to think too much about how comfortably her body fit with his.

“Depends who you’re asking,” Noah replied, his smirk widening. “They sounded like they were having a great time. Me, on the other hand…” He paused, letting the space be clue enough. Layla let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. 

“Lucky them,” she joked, her tone light and playful, but there was an undertone of something else there—something wistful. Noah’s breath hitched for a fraction of a second. Did she mean that? Was that something on her mind? He cleared his throat quickly, trying to steady himself. 

“Yeah… lucky them,” he agreed, though his voice sounded quieter then before. An awkward silence settled over them for a moment, the sound of the low-volume TV filling the space. Layla finally broke it, her voice soft and hesitant. 

“Yeah,” Layla whispered back, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. “I didn’t crush you, did I?” Layla teased lightly, her hand gently patting his stomach as if to test for damage.

“Nah,” Noah chuckled, his grin widening. “You’re alright. Barely noticed you were there.” He was lying, of course. He’d been completely aware of her the entire time since Trent pointed it out, but he wasn’t about to admit that. Layla rolled her eyes playfully, her giggle filling the quiet room. 

“Barely, huh?” she challenged, her eyes narrowing slightly. Noah raised a brow, smirking. 

“Yeah. a little thing like you? Like a feather, really,” he teased, his hand absentmindedly brushing over her arm where it rested on him.For a moment, they just stayed like that, their laughter fading into a comfortable silence. Layla’s head rested back on his shoulder, and Noah’s arm stayed securely around her, neither of them daring to acknowledge how natural it felt.

“Are you staying over here tonight?” She broke the silence with a question. Noah hummed in confirmation, nodding slightly. 

“Yeah, figured I’d crash here. But…” He paused, suddenly second-guessing himself. “Unless—do you need me to take you to grab your car or something? I can take you now if you want.” He babbled a little. Layla glanced up at him, touched by his thoughtfulness, and gave him a small, sweet smile. 

“Erm… could you maybe tomorrow? I’m knackered.” Layla cooed. 

“Yeah, course, Lays,” Noah replied warmly, returning her smile. His voice softened as he looked at her, and for a moment, there was something unspoken hanging in the air between them, but neither of them dared to address it. Instead, they both settled back into the couch, the silence now feeling a little less heavy.

“Thanks for coming to get us earlier Noah,” Layla murmured, her voice soft as she turned her gaze to him. “Sometimes it just gets intense, especially lately, and as much as I can be there for her, sometimes it’s hard when it’s only me and I didn’t think…” She trailed off, shyly looking away, her thoughts slipping away from her grasp.

“Hey…” Noah cut her off gently, leaning forward just slightly to catch her eyes. “You can call me anytime, yeah?” His tone was so sincere it made her heart stutter in her chest. Layla swallowed hard, the warmth of his words sinking in. 

“Just… thank you. You’re really sweet to her,” she said earnestly, her voice quieter now.

“It’s nothing. Don’t mention it,” Noah replied with a shrug, but his tone carried a weight that contradicted his casual words. “My little sister, innit.” Layla nodded slowly, trying to accept the implication of his words. But her chest tightened, disappointment flickering in her eyes before she could stop it. Noah caught it, and before she could spiral, he leaned forward with a smug grin. “Being sweet to you though?” he teased, his confidence returning in full force. “Eh, that’s a little something.” He cheekily smirked. Her lips parted in surprise, and she couldn’t help but giggle, her head falling back gently against his shoulder. The moment felt light again, Noah’s cheeky charm reeling her back in so effortlessly she barely realized it was happening. But then, just as quickly, he cast her adrift again, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. It was warm, reassuring—sweet, even—but the weight of it muddled her thoughts. Did he mean it as comfort, as care, or something more? Or was this just Noah being Noah? Was she merely a little sister type to him? Layla blinked, staring at the dim TV in front of them, her heart racing as she tried to figure out if she was falling for him or falling apart. Noah didn’t move, his lips brushing her hairline for a moment longer than necessary before he pulled back with a deep sigh.

“Good, yeah?” he murmured.

“Yeah,” Layla whispered back, though she wasn’t sure if she was trying to convince him or herself. 

The room was quiet, save for the rhythmic sound of Trent’s breathing and the occasional rustle of sheets as he shifted slightly to pull you even closer to him. Trent and you, both buzzing with warmth and love, your skin slightly slick with the aftermath of love making. And as safe and content as you felt. A part of you, you couldn’t shake the feeling of feeling used. A harsh remnant of Josh, a reminder of you begging Trent even when you felt bad. You wondered if you could ever move on from that. You trusted him wholeheartedly and he told you, he didn’t want you like that but the wounds Josh left still ached. His arm was draped around your waist, his hand splayed possessively over your bare stomach. His touch was warm and grounding, but even as his fingers drew lazy circles on your skin, your mind drifted elsewhere. You stared at the ceiling, the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the curtains casting shadows across the room. Your chest tightened as those memories of Josh crept in, uninvited and unwanted. The way he made you feel small, powerless, like you were nothing more than a body for him to use. You tried to shake the thought, to focus on the way Trent’s lips had whispered promises against your skin, how his hands had held you like you were precious, how different this all was, how he always made you feel like you were his entire world. But still, the ache lingered. Trent’s voice pulled you from your spiraling thoughts. 

“You alright, pretty girl?” he murmured, his lips brushing softly against your temple as his hand slid up to cradle your cheek. You hesitated, swallowing hard, debating whether or not to say anything. You felt guilty that you constantly were such an emotional mess with him. It felt unfair. He noticed your silence immediately, his brows furrowing as he propped himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Talk to me, baby,” he urged gently, his thumb stroking your cheek. “What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?” You turned to meet his gaze, his deep brown eyes filled with nothing but concern and love. 

“I’m fine,” you whispered, but the words felt hollow, even to you. Trent didn’t buy it.  You couldn’t fool him.

“No, you’re not,” he said softly but firmly. “C’mon, Y/N, tell me.” Your lips trembled as you averted your gaze, feeling the weight of his love and the guilt of your own insecurities pressing down on you. 

“T, I’m sorry.” You whimpered, your voice breaking slightly, nuzzling into his chest unable to just be present in the moment.  He hummed, questioning your apology as his hands caressed your bareback. You hid your face in the nap of his neck, scared. “I just…” You sighed, your voice breaking slightly. “I feel like… used sometimes.” His face fell, his heart visibly breaking at your words. 

“Used?” he repeated, his voice a mixture of confusion and hurt.

“It’s not you,” you quickly clarified, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek, desperate for him to understand. “It’s… it’s just from before. What people have done in the past—how they made me feel. Like I was nothing. Like I wasn’t worth anything more than…” Your voice cracked, and tears welled in your eyes as you struggled to finish. “I just want to be good for you. I’m sorry I brought this on you. All of it.” You meekly explained but your words were muffled a little by your lips proximity to his neck. Trent moved you so he could look at you. 

“Y/N, you didn’t. I… feel like I did it to you. All these people hurting you, I worry I have hurt you.” He earnestly looked at you. You looked at his big brown eyes and you could see something you rarely saw in Trent’s eyes. There was no confidence, no cheek, just pure fear fueled by an indescribable type of love he felt for you. 

“You have done nothing but help heal me. I didn’t know anyone could even love me… but…” You paused emotions rising to the surface fast. Your eyes glazing over. “I know you love me now and it’s different because you… you make me feel like I am lovable. Like I’m worthy of that.” You sniffled, you were fighting back tears. Trent’s heart was shattered. He ached for you. Because to him you had been lovable from the day he met you. 

“Baby,” Trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re everything to me. Everything.”

“I know,” you whimpered, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I know you don’t see me that way, T. I know you love me. But sometimes… sometimes I just can’t help feeling like…”

“Shhh,” he hushed you gently, his lips brushing against yours in the softest of kisses. “You’re not nothing. You’ve never been nothing. Not to me, not to anyone who really knows you. You’re everything, Y/N. And I’m so sorry Josh made you feel that way. He’s a fucking coward. But you don’t have to feel like that with me, ever.” You winced hearing him even say that name. You sniffled, your hands clutching his shoulders as his words wrapped around your heart like a balm. 

“I’m trying, T,” you whispered.

“I know you are, baby. And I’m here. For as long as it takes, I’m here.” His voice cracked slightly as he spoke, and you could see the tears welling in his own eyes. “You don’t have to be scared with me. You don’t have to be anything but you. That’s all I want.” You nodded, his words chipping away at the wall of fear and self-doubt that had been built around your heart. He pulled you close, his arms wrapping around you like a shield against the world.  “Y/N,” Trent whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He gently cupped your face, his thumbs wiping away the tears that had begun to spill. “You’ve always been worthy. Always. From the moment I met you.” His eyes searched yours desperately, as if he could will you to believe him through sheer force of his love. You sniffled, your hands gripping his wrists as you leaned into his touch. 

“I don’t always feel that way, T,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “Josh… he made me feel like I was nothing. Like I was only good for…” You trailed off, your throat tightening as the memories threatened to overwhelm you. Trent shook his head firmly, his hands sliding down to your shoulders to anchor you. 

“Don’t,” he said softly but firmly. “Don’t let him take up any more space in your mind. He’s gone. He doesn’t get to have you anymore. Not your heart, not your thoughts, not anything. And you are not ‘good for’ anything. You are so much more than that.” You let out a shaky breath, your tears falling freely now. 

“I’m trying, T. I really am.” You doubled down desperate for him to know you were.

“I know, I know you are, baby. And I see you trying. Every single day. But you don’t have to carry all this weight on your own.” He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “I’m here. Always. You can lean on me, cry on me, scream at me if you need to. Whatever it takes, Y/N, I’m not going anywhere.” His words broke something inside of you—a wall you hadn’t even realized you were still holding up. You clung to him, your fingers digging into his back as sobs wracked your body. 

“I don’t deserve you,” you choked out between cries.

“Stop,” Trent whispered, his voice cracking as he held you tighter. “Don’t you dare say that. You deserve everything. You deserve love, safety, happiness—you deserve it all, Y/N. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you know that.” You pulled back slightly, just enough to look into his eyes. The sincerity in them was overwhelming, his love for you radiating in every word, every touch, every glance. 

“I love you, T,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you too, pretty girl. More than you’ll ever know.” He leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours. “And I’m going to keep loving you. Every single day. No matter what.” You nodded, a small smile breaking through your tears. For the first time in what felt like forever, you believed him. Maybe you were finally safe. Finally loved. Finally free. Trent’s warm, strong hands cradled your face with a gentleness that melted the ache in your chest. His deep brown eyes stayed locked on yours, unwavering and filled with so much love it almost made your knees weak.

 “Pretty girl, listen to me,” he started, his voice soft but laced with an intensity that made your breath catch. “You are worthy of so, so much more than what’s been given to you. I love you so much it consumes me.” You sniffled, unable to stop the tears from falling, and his thumbs were quick to catch them, wiping them away. “I’ve loved you for my entire life,” Trent continued, his words cracking slightly under the weight of his emotion. “And I wish I had told you sooner, so you didn’t have to go through any of that. Because with me, baby, you’re safe. And you’re loved. Always.” His words hit you like a tidal wave, and your lip quivered as you tried to hold yourself together, though it was a losing battle. “I didn’t know it was possible to love someone the way I love you,” he confessed, his voice dropping even lower. “It’s different, Y/N, because me and you? That’s end game. I’m never leaving you. That okay?” You let out a choked giggle through your tears, nodding quickly. A few more tears slipped down your cheeks, and Trent leaned in, kissing them away one by one. “C’mon, no more tears with me, please,” he whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around you completely, shielding you from every bad thing in the world. “My perfect, perfect girl,” he murmured into your hair, peppering kisses across your temple, your cheek, your jaw. “Couldn’t not love you if I tried, baby.” You let out a shaky laugh, your fingers curling into his muscle as you held onto him with your life. 

“I love you so much, T. Thank you for loving me.” You whispered. 

“Thank you for loving me, baby,” he said, pulling back just enough to press a tender kiss to your lips. “I’m the lucky one here, yeah?” He smiled at you, his dimples deep and his face glowing with sincerity. You felt like you might burst from the overwhelming emotion, but in the best way possible. “Promise me you’re okay?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nodded with a soft smile. “With you… Always.”

“Good,” he murmured, leaning in for another kiss, this one slow and unhurried, as if he wanted to pour every ounce of his love into you. And as his lips met yours, you knew that, with Trent, you were finally home.

The kitchen was charged with tension as Jack leaned against the counter, arms crossed, staring at you with furrowed brows. His tone carried an edge of betrayal.

“Well, it’s just a little shitty, isn’t it?” he repeated, his expression perplexed. You’d let it slip—accidentally, of course—that you, Layla, Noah, and Trent had all been together the other night. You regretted mentioning it instantly, especially since you were moments away from leaving the house and were now trapped under Jack’s interrogation.

“Jack… it’s not like that. Noah just helped us out with a ride, and we went to T’s,” you tried to explain, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. Jack wasn’t having it. 

“Without me? Like, those are my mates, Y/N,” he shot back, his hurt evident in his voice. Before you could respond, Trent walked back into the room. His presence was calm yet commanding, wearing a casual, almost nonchalant expression as he strolled toward you. Without a word, he pulled your chair back, motioning for you to stand up. Then, smoothly, he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. You smiled softly as his arms wrapped protectively around your waist, the gesture grounding you instantly. You adjusted the fallen strap of the white knit top you were in, Trent pressing a quick kiss to your shoulder for good measure, but the casual intimacy made Jack roll his eyes. “So you lot are hanging out without me now?” Jack repeated, this time addressing Trent directly. Trent sighed, his calm demeanor never wavering, though you could feel the subtle tension in his body as he sensed your discomfort. He kissed your shoulder again before speaking. 

“Mate, gonna be honest here ‘cause I’m tired of all the secrets,” Trent said, pausing to look up at you. “That alright?” You hesitated but nodded, trusting him completely. “Y/N and Layla went to lunch, and Layla told Y/N something that was… hard to hear,” Trent began, choosing his words carefully. “To cope, they got drunk. They didn’t wanna call you or me, so Noah came through. He brought them to mine because Y/N was upset. Simple as.” Jack absorbed the information, his expression softening slightly, though confusion and concern lingered. 

“Yeah…” he muttered. “But what had you so upset?” You opened your mouth to respond, but Trent was quicker. 

“Found out Jess is the one that sent that video of Y/N and me to Josh,” he said bluntly, his tone calm, almost eerily so. Jack’s jaw dropped, his wide eyes darting between the two of you. 

“Shut up,” he breathed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Nah, mate, dead serious,” Trent replied. His voice remained steady as his thumb brushed soft, soothing circles on your waist, his other hand resting protectively on your thigh. “And trust me, we’re all fuming. Hurt, even. I know she’s Meg’s best friend too, so we’re just… taking this one as it comes.” Jack looked visibly rattled, running a hand through his hair. 

“She’ll be there tonight…” he said hesitantly, almost like a warning.

“Yeah, and we’re gonna ignore that she is,” Trent responded calmly. “It’s not the time. I’m not having that conversation when anyone’s been drinking.” He gave you a reassuring squeeze, his steady presence anchoring you in the moment.

“Wow…” Jack muttered, shaking his head as though trying to process it all. “Genuinely in shock. And we know this for sure?" He asked and Trent nodded with certainty. "What the fuck…” He turned to you, his expression softening as concern finally outweighed his frustration. “You alright?” You shrugged, not trusting yourself to speak without your voice cracking. Instead, you leaned your head onto Trent’s shoulder, letting his quiet strength soothe the emotional storm brewing inside you. His hand shifted to rub gentle circles on your back, silently telling you it was okay to feel however you needed to. Jack watched the two of you, his frustration visibly melting into a mix of empathy and protectiveness.

 “Well, it’ll be alright. If there’s anything you need tonight,  you just say, yeah?” he offered softly. You nodded, still resting against Trent. 

 “I’ve got you tonight, hmm.” Trent murmured quietly, pressed a kiss to your temple. 

You all were at said party tonight. It was a friend of a friend, Matthew. He didn’t play football but he had a lot of friends who did, Trent included and unfortunately, a lot of other footballers, you were just praying none of which were Josh. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be so lucky. 

“You alright, baby?” Trent whispered, kissing behind your ear as you stood in the kitchen of Matthew’s house. You nodded, placing your hands over his as they rested on your stomach, his fingers idly playing with the chunky belt looped through your tiny leopard shorts you were in. You had stayed close to him the entire night. You just had a sixth sense that Josh somehow would be there, that he could ruin your night. You thought you were in the clear. You were happy and safe in Trent’s arms hours into the party. But you made one false, oh so innocent move. 

You popped off to the bathroom by yourself. It was dimly lit and suffocatingly small, suddenly felt even more oppressive. You were just washing your hands, the cool water flowing over your trembling fingers. Something felt off. You could feel something, it wasn’t explicable in terms of normal perception but something wasn’t right. The faint buzz of the party outside was a distant hum, barely audible over the sound of your racing heartbeat. And then, the handle of the door began to turn, and your head snapped toward it. 

“Sorry! Someone’s in here, yeah?” you called out softly, your voice shaky as you reached to hold the door shut. The resistance you felt on the other side was sharp, aggressive. Before you could process what was happening, the door slammed open with a force that made you stumble back in your heels. Josh’s broad frame filled the doorway. His presence was overwhelming, his eyes dark and venomous, and clearly wasted. Your mouth fell open in shock, your body frozen in place as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. The click of the lock sounded like a gunshot in the silence. Your eyes wide as you watched Josh barge into the small room caging you in. Your breathing had gone ragged. You couldn’t focus. You were so terrified.  “What the fuck!” You screamed. “What—what the fuck are you doing?” you stammered, your voice breaking. Your legs were rooted to the ground, panic rendering you immobile. Josh didn’t answer. His lips curled into a sneer as he moved closer, his steps predatory. The air around you felt heavier with every inch he closed between you.

“Shut the fuck up, whore. Think you can embarrass me now?” he spat, his voice low and menacing. Before you could react, his hand shot out, gripping your throat. The force was immediate, his fingers digging into your skin as he shoved you back against the cold drywall. The impact sent a jarring pain through your skull, and you whimpered, tears stinging your eyes.

“Josh, stop!” you managed to choke out, your voice strangled by his grip, desperate for him to leave you alone. His hand slid down your neck, calloused and rough, until it reached the delicate butterfly necklace you had worn for ages. The necklace, a gift from Trent, that held more meaning than words could convey. Josh hooked his finger around the chain, his face twisted with a cruel smirk, and yanked it hard. The snap of the chain was deafening. The pendant left your skin with a searing absence, a piece of yourself ripped away in an instant. “Please stop!” you cried, your hands instinctively reaching for his arm, trying to push him away. Your nails scratched at his skin, desperate for him to let you go. “I’m done, okay?” you sobbed, your voice cracking as tears streamed down your face. You tried to maneuver around him, to escape the confines of the small room, but he blocked your path.

“You’re done when I say you’re fucking done,” he growled, his voice dripping with malice. 

“N…no! Stop!” You cried but your protest fell on Josh’s deaf ears. He wasn’t interested. He kissed your neck, his cold hands burned against your skin, roaming your body, touching places only Trent should’ve. You tried struggling but your body was in a state of pure shock, it felt like jello, your mind started to fall into oblivion. “Please.” You sobbed. You tried to shove his head away or hit him but he wouldn’t let you go. If anything, your resistance was just making him more angry. The fight leaving your body as you realized you had no way out. No one could hear you over the music of the party and Josh was too strong. His hands grabbed at your shoulders with fury, his strength overwhelming as he spun you around and shoved you against the marble sink. The edge of the sink bit into your lower back, the pain sharp and immediate. You crumbled to the floor, your body shaking as you gasped for air. Every breath felt like a struggle, the terror gripping you tighter than his hands ever could. Josh loomed over you, his shadow swallowing the light, his presence suffocating. You pressed yourself into the cold tile, your body trembling as you stared up at him, desperate for an escape.

Outside, the party was in full swing. Music pulsed through the air, and the low hum of chatter and laughter created an almost hypnotic background noise. Layla stood near the kitchen island, nursing a half-empty glass of wine as she casually chatted with a friend. She wasn’t fully tuned into the conversation, though. Her eyes kept darting toward the hallway. She thought you’d said you were going to the loo almost ten minutes ago, but you hadn’t come back yet.

“Where is she?” Layla muttered under her breath, her brow furrowing.

“What?” the friend asked, but Layla just waved them off. She scanned the room, her stomach twisting. It wasn’t like you to be gone this long, not without her accompanying you to gossip in there or something. She stepped closer to the kitchen counter where Jack stood pouring himself another drink. 

“T?” Layla said his name sheepishly, tapping Trent on the shoulder instead of addressing Jack.

“Alright, Lay?” Trent asked, turning his head to look at her. He could feel it, see it in her eyes. Something wasn’t right. 

“Y/N, said the loo, right?” she asked quietly, her voice tight. Trent’s brow furrowed, and his grip on the glass in his other hand tightened slightly. 

“What do you mean? She said she was going to the bathroom,” he replied, his voice calm but with an underlying concern that only Layla picked up on.

“She’s been gone too long,” Layla murmured, glancing back toward the hallway. “I even texted her, but no answer.” Trent’s entire demeanor shifted. His muscles tensed, and his normally soft expression hardened. 

“What do you mean too long?” His voice dropped slightly, the worry creeping in. Jack overheard this and turned to face Layla, his brows knitting together. 

“What’s going on?” Jack asked confused. 

“I don’t know,” Layla admitted, her voice shaking slightly. “She said she was going to the bathroom, but she’s been gone for ages.” Trent didn’t wait for more information. He set his drink down with a sharp clink and moved quickly toward the corridor. His stride was purposeful, his jaw clenched. Layla followed behind, her heart pounding in her chest. Jack hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the others still laughing and drinking, before muttering a curse under his breath and hurrying after them. As Trent turned into the hallway, the muffled sound of voices reached his ears. It wasn’t laughter or casual conversation—it was heated, angry. And then, the sound that made his blood run cold: a soft gasp, followed by a thud. Without hesitation, Trent broke into a run down the hallway. Layla’s voice called out behind him, but he didn’t hear it. All he could focus on was the source of that sound and the overwhelming need to get to you.

Trent’s stride quickened, his body rigid as adrenaline coursed through him. Layla and Jack followed, but their voices sounded distant compared to the pounding in his ears. He didn’t need to hear the gasping breaths or the venomous words spilling from Josh to know something was very, very wrong. He could feel it in his bones. He reached the bathroom door and froze for a split second, his hand on the handle, his heart racing. It was locked. He could hear you sobbing and he felt sick. A blinding rage surged through him, and then the door slammed open with a thunderous crack as Trent's kick sent it flying into the wall. His wide frame filled the doorway, his chest heaving, his jaw clenched, and his eyes dark with unrestrained fury. He barely registered anything else but the sight of you against the sink, tears streaming down your face, and Josh's hand gripping your throat again, the strap of your top aggressively torn down your arm. You were up against the sink, Josh assaulting you, standing over you, towering like a predator, a smug, satisfied look plastered across his face, the sight in front of him made his stomach drop.

“Get the fuck off her! I’ll fucking kill you!” Trent roared, his voice booming like a clap of thunder. His hand shot out, grabbing the back of Josh's shirt with so much force it yanked him backward and off balance. Josh stumbled, his grip on you breaking, as Trent slammed him against the opposite wall with a guttural growl. "That's my fucking girlfriend!" Trent shouted, his words vibrating through the small bathroom. The sheer rage in his voice made Josh freeze for a split second, but then Trent's fist connected with his face in a bone-crunching punch. The impact was so brutal that Josh's head snapped to the side, blood immediately spraying onto the tiled wall. You crumpled to the floor, your back sliding down the sink as you gasped for air. Your chest heaved, tears blurring your vision as you tried to process what was happening. Jack stormed in behind Trent, his face a mixture of panic and fury, and he dropped to his knees beside you.

"Y/N, I've got you. C'mere, l've got you," Jack murmured, his voice trembling as he wrapped his arms around you protectively.

"Get her out of here!" Trent bellowed without looking back, his focus solely on Josh. Another punch landed square on Josh's jaw, sending him sliding to the floor.  Josh struggled, trying to push Trent off, but Trent’s strength was fueled by pure rage, an unrelenting force that Josh couldn’t match. Jack scooped you up in his arms, cradling you as if you might break, and carried you out of the room. The sight of your tear-streaked face only fueled Trent's anger. Naturally a crowd formed in the hallway at the chaos unfolding. Josh shoved Trent off of him, a full brawl ensuing, managing to catch Trent now with a clean left hook.  

"Don't. Fucking. Touch. Her. Again," Trent growled, punctuating each word with a punch. Josh's face was now bloodied and swollen, but he still managed to spit out a defiant, smug smile.

"Oh I’ve fucking touched her, mate, and you know I have." Josh spit. "Don’t you fucking worry about that," Josh slurred, his voice weak but dripping with venom. The taunt was a mistake. Trent didn't feel the sting of the punch Josh landed. His adrenaline was surging too hard, his only focus was on making sure Josh couldn't hurt you ever again. Trent lunged forward again, grabbing Josh by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The sound of the impact echoed in the small bathroom, loud enough to make people in the hallway flinch.

"Touch her again, I swear to God-" Trent growled, his voice low and dangerous, before landing another brutal punch to Josh's jaw. The sickening crunch of bone made the crowd in the hallway collectively gasp.

"Trent! That's enough!" Layla's panicked voice cut through the chaos as she pushed her way into the room. Jack held you just behind her in the hallway, your trembling body in his arms. Your sobs were muffled against his chest, but they fueled the tension in the room. Josh, now slumped against the wall, spat blood onto the tiled floor. 

"You think you've won something, mate?" he slurred, his lips curling into a twisted smile. "What you got that whore to finally fuck you? Congrats lad. Easy work. I’ve fucked her too.” The words ignited something primal in Trent. He pulled his arm back to swing again, but Noah stormed into the bathroom and grabbed him.

"Trent, stop! You'll fucking kill him!" Noah shouted, straining to hold Trent back as he thrashed against him.

"He deserves it!" Trent roared, his chest heaving, his eyes locked on Josh like a predator ready to pounce. Jack picked you up again and carried you further down the hallway, away from the chaos.

"Hey, hey, hey, look at me. You're safe, Y/N. He can't hurt you anymore," Jack murmured, his voice cracking as he tried to calm you.

“I didn’t…” you gasped, your voice cracking as you struggled to breathe, the sobs wracking your entire body. “I’m sorry… I didn’t…” you wailed, your cries sharp and broken. The words spilled out in hysteria, the sheer weight of the moment overwhelming you.

“Shhh, you’re fine. You’re safe. I got you,” Jack murmured, his voice gentle but firm, trying to anchor you. He held you tightly, one hand rubbing circles on your back, the other cradling your head. But it wasn’t enough.

“T…” You cried desperate for him. “Where’s my T?!” you sobbed, your voice desperate as you turned your tear-streaked face towards Jack. “I’m sorry! I didn’t … I didn’t… He just…” Your cries grew louder, and Jack felt your entire body arch in his arms, almost as if you were physically searching for Trent. Terrified as if someone how people would’ve perceived that you had welcomed Josh into that room. But that wasn’t the case. “I need T.” You continued to sob. Jack’s heart sank. He felt the shift—the undeniable truth he had been trying to avoid, suppress, and rationalize. You weren’t crying for him. You didn’t find solace in his embrace anymore. It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t him. And in that moment, Jack finally accepted it. It was Trent. It had always been Trent.

"Not like this, mate. Not here," Noah said firmly, shoving Trent back toward the door. Josh was badly beat up. Even though Noah thought about, another blow from him, would’ve only made matters worse. Layla grabbed Trent's arm, trying to ground him as his fists clenched and unclenched, still itching for another punch. Josh laughed weakly from the floor, blood dripping from his nose and mouth. 

"You think this is over?" he sneered, though his voice was weaker now.

"Fuck you. Get him the fuck out of here," Trent said through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving Josh.  He stepped back, his chest still rising and falling in rapid breaths as he turned toward the doorway. Noah nodded, motioning for two other partygoers to help drag Josh out of the bathroom and out of the house. As Josh was pulled away, Trent immediately panicked searching for you. 

“Shhh, he’s coming. He’s here. Gonna be alright. He loves you, Y/N. You’re gonna be okay.” Jack whispered, his voice catching as he looked down at you. He felt a mix of emotions—protectiveness, heartbreak, and a strange sense of relief that you had someone who clearly mattered to you this much. Almost as if summoned, Trent appeared in the other room, his chest heaving and his fists bloodied. His eyes immediately found yours, and they softened despite the storm still raging behind them, the fury replaced with pure concern. He dropped to his knees in front of you. 

“Baby,” Trent breathed, crouching down in front of you. His hands hovered over you, afraid to touch at first, as if you might break under his fingertips, unsure if it was okay to touch you. But when your eyes met his, and the dam broke. You burst into fresh sobs. 

“T,” you sobbed, reaching out for him with trembling hands. He immediately grabbed you, pulling you into his arms, clinging to him as Jack carefully passed you into Trent's arms. Jack watched as Trent scooped you into his arms without hesitation, his hold firm and protective.

“C’mere, baby. I’m here. I got you, yeah?” He whispered, holding you tightly, his embrace safe and warm. "No one is gonna hurt you now." He whimpered, struggling to reign in his own emotions.

"I’m so sorry.” You wailed, shaking in his arms. “I was so scared," you whimpered. 

"I know. I know.” He sighed. “I've got you now, pretty girl. Nothing to be sorry for. You don’t apologize to me.” Trent murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he buried his face in your hair. “You're safe. I swear, you're safe, I promise. I’m so sorry." Trent murmured, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were to him. You collapsed against Trent, clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Your sobs slowed but didn’t stop, your face pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you. Jack took a step back, his arms now empty, and for the first time, it didn’t feel like a loss. It felt right. He watched as Trent held you, his best friend proving with every fiber of his being that he was exactly who you needed. “You’re okay, baby,” Trent whispered again, kissing the top of your head. “I’ve got you. Always. I'm so sorry." Trent sniffled fighting back tears seeing the finger print shaped bruise darkening on your neck.

Devon appeared behind Layla, his face pale, his steps hesitant as he took in the chaotic scene. Layla stood frozen, her wide eyes locked on you sobbing, memories of moments ago in the hallway where muffled shouts and sounds of impact echoed through the air. She didn’t know what to do. Her hands trembled at her sides as if the weight of the moment had paralyzed her. Noah walked by, his jaw clenched, his entire body taut with tension. He had backed Trent up but as he passed Layla, something made him pause. He caught sight of her trembling figure, and instinct kicked in.

“I’m gonna go find Matthew, maybe call the police,” Devon muttered hurriedly, glancing back at the scene before disappearing deeper into the house. His words were clipped, almost robotic, as if he too was trying to make sense of what was happening.

“Sure, sure,” Layla muttered distractedly, her voice distant as her eyes darted from the hallway to the kitchen, then back again. Her hands wrapped around herself like she was trying to keep from shattering. Noah stopped in his tracks, torn. He wanted to check on you and Trent, Jack too, but seeing Layla like this—a small, terrified figure in the corner—made him hesitate.

“Hey,” Noah said softly, stepping closer to her. He could see the panic in her eyes, the way her breaths were short and shallow. “You alright?” Layla didn’t answer immediately. She was too focused on the sound of your sobs, the memory of seeing Josh bleeding, and Trent’s shouts of rage.

“I should’ve stayed with her. I shouldn’t have left her alone,” Layla whispered, her voice cracking.

“You couldn’t have known this was gonna happen,” Noah reassured her, his voice steady but gentle. He wasn’t trying to move to Layla like that, not right not; he just knew she shouldn’t be left alone right now. Not with everything spiraling out of control.

“She’s my best friend,” Layla whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. “She went there and came out sobbing, with bruises around her neck, clothes ripped, and I’m here, useless.” Noah stepped closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. 

“You’re not useless, Lay. You’re here. She’s safe now. Trent’s got her, alright?” He glanced toward the hallway, then back at Layla. Red and blue police lights beginning to flood the rooms. 

The chaos in the house had reached its peak. The police arrived, blue and red light flashes leaking into the house, ushering everyone into separate spaces, were doing their best to control the situation, but it was clear the tension was far from resolved. You huddled in the corner, shaking, your body still trembling from the onslaught of emotions, the fight, and the sheer terror that had overtaken you. Trent was holding you, the only thing you recognized was the sound of his heartbeat, everything else felt foreign, his arms wrapped around you with gentle urgency, pulling you close to him as if he could shield you from everything that had happened. The sounds of yelling, Josh complaining he was the victim, and shuffling from the other side of the room faded into the background as Trent whispered reassurances to you. Trent was quick to answer any questions and faced no repercussions, he came out unscathed in the grand scheme but he’d do it with a million charges if it meant keeping you safe. His face had lost his color, but his presence was unwavering. He kept his grip tight on your hand, his eyes never leaving you as he tried to make sure you were okay.  But no amount of comforting could wash away the sight of Josh being escorted out, his angry words still echoing in the air.

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Next part - Chapter 28 - Safe Now xx

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Hello lovely fandom! It’s tiiimmeeeee. I’m so ready for this premiere. This hiatus felt like the longest one yet. Probably cause they weren’t allowed to share literally anything for months and months. While I might still gripe we’re only getting 18 and 20 would’ve been better….I am psyched to be analyzing a new season ❤️

Changing these up to First impressions cause mini and I don’t get along in terms of brevity. Now imma try and be briefer since I’ll be doing a deep dive next summer. Hopefully in our next hiatus. *fingers crossed* The library still a turd for new gifs. So had to make all mine. Also I must have a new angle at my new place. So they came out not how I wanted lol But after a full day of work I was too tired to re-do them all. It's a miracle this is coming out with how tired I am haha Anyways bear with me and hopefully next weeks gifs are better ha Off we go!

7x01 The Shot.

Cool thanks recap. Not like we forgot the breakup that ruined us all…Would like to say someday that won't ruin me to watch, but that's a lie...Love that to leave the lineup for recaps now. Thanks.

It's the little things like them sitting next to each other in the swat car that make me so happy. Not gonna lie I was grinning like a damn fool just seeing them seated together. God I missed them. Straight giddy them working together in the field. It’s where they originated. It’s where they’re going to heal.

I love her directing him in the field. That snap of her fingers and he knows instantly what she needs and follows. That beautiful rhythm only they can achieve. Silent communication at it's finest folks. Mmm loving this. Lucy taking down a dude double her size and Tim coming in to help finish him off. Hot damn I love them in the field. Legit ship crack to me everyone. Look at those beautiful humans in motion above. I can't get enough.

Oooh lord T.O Tim *fans self* Mmm Can’t say haven’t missed him. I'll be real honest. Yum. Thank you Nolan for not undermining him while he sized them up. We would've had words sir. It probably shouldn't delight me watching him tear them apart, and yet here we are with me drooling over him. With zero regrets. Just nice to see him in his element after being knocked out of it last year. I shall enjoy this year for him I can already tell.

Ha! Bingo card hit. That's one square down. ‘Grey guides Lucy with her career.’ Yasss I’m a dork I know but you all knew this ha Grey pulling strings to get her to T.O. "Temp." I’m sure it’ll stick. He see’s what a good teacher and leader she is. Look at him jumping starting this for her. Nudging her in the right direction.

Lucy not being sure....Still battling with that UC identity and detective path. Some left over S6 bleh hanging around. I think Grey is setting her path and she has no idea how ‘not temporary’ this will be. At least IMO. I see her excelling at this and wanting to stay at it. Plus like Grey said it’ll strengthen her position should detective come back up. Also like to list the reasons why I think this will be good for her.

One it'll rebuild her confidence. Something we all know was shattered and then run over by s6. Second it'll give her a new purpose and clarity for her career. (Which is also a bingo square for me. Yes I'll be tallying mine all year lol) Now she has to accept being a FT one for it to apply but I think it will. Lastly it'll get rid of the pesky 'Chain of Command' issue for them later on. Because we don't want that again.

Tim enters the chat and he is a most welcome addition. The mini banter about her training. I'm here for it and I love love love it. Look at the flirty smirks on these idiots. Like breathing fresh air once again. The small smirks have me reeling. Gimme. Grey although has no time for this LOL Ushering their asses out. Just happy they can breathe the same air again and not have it be nuclear.

Then the real banter begins. I’ve missed them so much. I wanna cry. Tim instantly offering to give her tips. Is this one of his small doses? Possibly I think he would’ve offered this as an olive branch either way tbh. But I love seeing how eager he is to bond with her over this. Lucy’s so cute with her ‘ My rookie.’ Girl you’re gonna wanna stay a T.O. I already see it.

Lucy of course has her sassy answer locked and loaded for him. He answers right back. Goodness their banter is top tier. And woo another bingo card for me. Well this was not in my official bingo card. BUT I did say how if she ended up as a T.O. this season this would happen. In my 6x08 review said they would end up doing a bet over who trains a better rookie. And here we are. I'm enjoying my spoils and grinning like a happy fool. Which is nice after spending the second half of s6 being emotionally spent and destroyed.

Oh Lucy, like you could ever walk way from your man about a competitive bet of all things. This is how they’re gonna heal my friends. Going back to the beginning. To their roots. Where this rock solid bond was started. In the field. Along with some banter and fiery competition thrown in. This new dynamic has me so giddy I can’t even contain myself.

You can see how excited Tim is she’s going to be a T.O. With him. Flirting with her by offering this up. Moth to a flame with her in general. But this? Man is raring to go. Being a T.O and competition with his girl? He is beaming with excitement. Also probably knows this is a good way to further his cause of mending fences.

The goading of her oh my lord. It’s s4 all over again and I’m here for it. Except Tim is far more aware he’s in love with this woman. The straight teasing and flirting in front of the entire station. Welcome back. Oh my word I love sfm. His telling smirk is amazing. Reeling her back in slowly LOL

Nolan actually ignites more flirty flirts for them when he tells them about the ringer. Because classic John can't shut his yapper. I’ve truly missed this high grade goodness though. Lucy accusing him of hustling her haha Tim deescalates her like only he can with his strong logic. Saying it's actually harder that he has previous experience. He’s not wrong. First thing I thought about him when they said he had experience…Poor Seth called a virgin lmao

The rookies get assigned and we get jealous/protective Tim. Welcome back to our screens. You've been missed. *grabs ice water* This premiere is trying to kill me in the best way. I was here for the show. You tell that cocky little boy babe. I think someone else had one of the rookies flirts with Lucy in their bingo card. So you get that square ha The balls to do that in front of Tim. This kid has a death wish on wheels.

Ovary explosion at the way he barked at him though. Man is making me thirsty af. Also this kid is not a ringer in the least. I know what it’s like to de-program someone. It’s not easy. When I would get someone from another team (and terrible manager btw) I would spend the first 30 days just getting rid of the bad habits before I could begin to mold them. So ringer he is not....Lucy has a better shot with fresh meat tbh. Seth is far more impressionable. Hence her finishing line above.

Tim TEARS Texas a new one. Was kind of hoping he would. Nothing like a solid Tim T.O. rant. This kid needed it holy cow. Too damn cocky for a rookie even with experience. Makes it worse. Get em Tim! I’m enjoying this far too much. Haha Mmm. Sidelines his ass as he should. Maybe he can rejoin when his ego is in check.

This scene had me cackling. First off look at them both with crossed arms. I'm dying. Also Lying liars who lie LOL Both struggling a little bit with their rookies. It’s hilarious. Can’t ever admit fault of course. Very s4 vibes going on here I love it sfm.

Friggin Nolan has to be include himself...Listen John they checked the guest list for this work flirt convo. You're not on it sir. So needy this one. He actually didn't bug me much at all in this one. Probably the lack of Bailey....

Tim’s final T.O scene has me drooling holy hell. The jacket, the stern taking to, and telling them to suck less? I’m dying hahaha I loved how this was shot. Seeing the faces as Tim grills them both. Putting them in place. I love it sfm I'm so VERY excited for this season for him. If this was our look into it I am ready for more.

Oh my word, this final scene of theirs. If you don’t feel giddy, and a sense of promise for reconciliation from this interaction, I can't help you. LOL. I mean that in the nicest way haha I really do. The subtext running through this scene like a bullet train of hope. The moment begins with puppy dog Tim. Let’s take a second to contrast how he just was with the rookies earlier. To seeing his girl in the parking lot. That's the Lucy Chen effect.

That man is walking on air, and beaming his best ‘Lucy’ smile as he approaches her car, looking like a damn snack I wanna devour. I adore the swapping of stories. Giving each other shit but staying confident in their abilities to right their rookies ships as it were. Lucy saying ‘Tomorrow is another day.’ With Tim’s hopeful ‘Yes it is.’ Got me all in my damn feels. To me it’s a positive setup for the entire season. The low key flirty vibes here are glorious first and foremost. Second the flirting inside the promise with those two lines has me reeling.

The smiles they both convey just shows our babies are healing. Lucy is healing. She isn’t holding back with the positivity and flirting right back. There is this underlying UST too. But the most beautiful part is their talk about 'Tomorrow'. Tomorrow is another day for them to get one step closer to being who they once were. Only stronger. Tim’s 'Yes it is.' Is everything. His tone of voice, how he’s looking at her, and that determination to make something out of every day he gets with her. Driven to make tomorrow a day he inches one step closer to the promise he made in the elevator in 6x10. Oooh lord I’m excited for this season.

I said couple days ago how amped I was for this new dynamic. Them being T.O’s together and finding their way back in this fashion. It’s a fantastic and true to them way to do it. Couldn’t be more excited. The LOOKS everyone my god. The way he is pining after her. Doesn’t tear eyes away for a second as she pulls off. And our girl checks the mirror not once but TWICE.

Making eyes right back at him. This scene should excite the hell out of you. I’m scaling the walls right now haha This is as a very very promising opening episode for them. Little more proof they're going to make their way back. Won't be right away but it's coming. This is what I was longing for when we left off all those months ago.

For them to be in a better place to even start this healing. I’m so ready for this journey. I really am. Trusting the writers to do this at the right pace. So when it does happen and it will. We’re gonna be on cloud 9 x1000 Ooof lord that was good. They know how to close out an ep our ship. Watched promo for next ep. I’m vibrating with excitement.

The UST I feel from that little clip is the beauty of Eric and Melissa. This season gonna be incredible i feel it deep in my soul baha Now I’m excited we don’t have a break now that we’re here. As always thank you thank you thank you. To any and all who comments(love me to chat don’t be shy wanna theorize with you all) , like or reblog these. You have no idea how much it means to me. Also proud of myself for keeping this brief ish for me lol Below is my side notes feel free to comment on anything said in this or below till next week my lovely fandom :)

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Side notes non Chenford

No Bailey in a the premiere was already staring off with a win for me. Sorry Jenna but ya know lol sorta not….really…

Lieutenant Grey! So happy for him. Solid reasoning why he got it. Sucks he feels bad but I'm glad for him.

Lots of action off the bat hot damn. They said we'd have more and I loved it

Oooh loving Wes being assumed to the station. Welcome sir. Happy to have you and more Wopez moments to come.

Aaron went to north Hollywood someone had to lol Makes sense he would leave due to Blair. Also leaves the door open for him to return someday. Which makes my heart happy.

Poor Wes has to hear the recording of a man wanting to do things to his wife lol oh my lord. He’s legit having a meltdown about it hahah I sense some trouble for Wopez. Should be interesting season for them.

[wintersera]

17 — round 2 (half written)

cw: smut, omega sub!minjeong, dom!reader, elements of ABO (omegaverse)

wc: 1k

6am.

6am and minjeong was not looking too good. that uncomfortable, tingly, aching sensation between her thighs unfortunately woke her up from one of the best rests she’d ever taken.

no matter how hard she tried to suppress her heat, nothing worked. at all. meditation would be the best thing for her to do, but i mean, she’s dealing with her first ever heat and her animalistic mind couldn’t conceive any other thoughts- you could say that her head was occupied, and i mean occupied, with nothing more than rough and hard sex, with you specifically. even staring at you would instantly turn her on till the sheets would be sticky with slick.

in her state of vulnerability, she shook you hard to get you to wake up, not even thinking about your well being whatsoever. she just really wanted you awake, to obviously bend her over and fuck her rough like you did previously last night.

“wake up y/n, wake up” violently shaking you before giving up moments later.

she had to deal with this on her own, but alas, she couldn’t understand how to use her fingers herself, and the only way to toss aside her pains was you, clearly.

you were sound asleep. actually, you were dead asleep. after over exhausting yourself and going beyond your capabilities, it made a lot of sense to why you passed out after you sent your last tweet.

it was painfully silent. minjeong’s rapid heart beat rammed against her chest; her palms clammy as she proceeded to lift off the thick sheets that laid on your resting body.

was this a good idea? maybe not, but whatever, she had to have your fingers and nothing could stop her from using you as her little play thing.

minjeong took your hand and gently laid it on top of the sheets, occasionally glancing towards your face just to check for signs of you stirring awake. your arm fell with a dull thud, minjeong winced at the sound, even though the noise wasn’t loud enough to wake you up.

then she positioned herself, your hand between her legs. minjeong didn’t really know what exactly to do.

“mmm… morning…. huh?” you woke up abruptly. immediately minjeong sprung back out of surprise, her hand resting on her chest as she felt her own hearbeat, checking if it didn’t stop from the shock.

“m-morning” she shyly squeaked out “sorry, just felt-“

you cut her off “tingly again, right?” voice sort of low and husky. although you were barely awake, your body responded to hers. it was kind of like you both were in sync “gimme a minute jeongie, need to wake up for this'' you stretched in her bed before you got up, realising that your arms sort of ache from all the work you put in last night.

“need you now” she growled, grasping your arm and tugging you closer.

“be patient minjeong, let me-” returning the favour from cutting her off, minjeong stood up from the bed to push you back down. her now straddling your waist with a cheeky grin slowly appearing.

“please” her eyes grew a dark red again, like it did the night before. that's when you knew you couldn’t deny her orders.

“are you naturally this horny?” holding her hips and making her press her cunt against your bare stomach.

“naturally” she responded with a mewl. minjeong placed one of her hands on top of yours, indicating that she wanted them off

“in… please” she begged.

“oh cute. you’re lucky it’s a weekend and you’re lucky that my parents aren’t that strict” you chuckle, taking your hand off her hips. she seemed pretty desperate, and well you being gay ass kwon y/n, you couldn’t deny a pretty girls request, even if you didn’t know her like that at all.

you easily flipped her over in a swift motion, cushioning her head and ensuring that she’s comfortable with the position. it was you on top of her again.

“want it that badly?” you teased her. a smug smirk on your face. you couldn’t quite place why, but there was something about her that made you feel so oddly power hungry. just her being under you felt liberating.

“need it so much” the only thing she could say before you slid three fingers inside her cunt. minjeong gasped at the sudden stimulation. for her, it felt relieving. the tingly, achy feeling subsided and was replaced by waves of pleasure.

“you’re such a handful minjeong” you breathed out, swooping down to kiss her neck. she hums in approval, letting you graze your teeth against her sensitive skin.

you push your fingers even deeper inside of her, searching for the spot that made her feel the best. you think you did a good job, her mouth falling open each time you hit that specific spot. her moans gradually became louder and louder… even more louder. with the sounds from her wet pussy and the added on moans, the need to finger her harder was stronger than ever.

minjeong shuddered. her grasp on your arm turned into a painful grip as she kept your hand still while she shut her legs. a harsh moan came from the back of her throat while she cried out your name numerously.

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back to reality.

you stood in minjeong’s bathroom questioning what had happened in the last twenty four hours. it was a saturday morning as well, which meant that you had the time to reflect on your sinful actions. it’s not like you regretted it, okay maybe you did a little bit. you could’ve gotten to know minjeong a little better before you did that.

you splashed yourself with cold water. shivering as you pat your face dry. unfortunately you slept in your clothes you wore yesterday too. eugh, you felt icky.

just what on earth had happened. somehow you ended up here. with a girl. in an empty house. no parents, no one. just you and her.

to make matters even worse, minjeong was still violently horny. maybe she should get that checked out you thought to yourself.

but now, you had to get an explanation out of her.

or ask to leave.

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Day eight of @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction’s Kinktober

Miguel has had a hard day, and you have an idea that might help him relax…

Themes: gn!reader, handjob/blowjob & anal fingering (Miguel receiving), an absurd amount of whimpering and the use of “fuck”, cum swallowing (reader)

A soft wrap on Miguel’s door echoes in the empty hall. “Miguel, come on I know you’re in there - Lyla told me -“

You jolt as the door whips open “I’m deleting her I swear -“ his growl is more exasperated than usual “- what do you want…”

You look over him for a beat - messy hair, tired eyes, favorite tee ragged from years of wear and tear, and plain black sweatpants, “Miggy - hun I heard about what happened -“ your voice halts as his entire body tenses “o-okay okay we won’t talk about it. At least lemme in.”

He relaxes only a fraction as he steps aside. You huff out a laugh and pat his chest as you step inside, “Something funny?” He mutters.

“You’re working yourself to the bone. Miguel, you can’t keep this up.” You move through the familiar space of his quarters to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I’m fine.” He sits beside you, bed dipping under his dense form as he runs his hands through his hair.

“Horse-shit -“ you shove him, earning you a glare over his broad shoulder “- How many times have you taken care of me right in this bed when I needed to blow off steam huh?” Your smile turns wry.

“Too many.” He sighs but his eyes focus on you as he turns your direction, the hint of a grin on his lips “That’s what’s on your mind after today? You want me to plow you into the mattress again?” His smile stirs a fire in your belly but you halt his movements with a hand on his chest.

“Miguel, let me take care of you this time.” Though your voice is tender there’s a flash of hesitation across his expression. “I mean it. Lay down.” All it takes is your soft but firm touch and he lays cautiously on his back, eyes honed on your movements.

“Gimme these.” You tug at the elastic waistband of his sweats and pull them down slowly. Admiring the muscular cut of his waist, already half hard length, thick toned legs…

“Distracted already little slut?” He teases

“You’re the one not wearing boxers.” Giving one final tug you toss the sweats aside and run your hands up his thighs, “Trying to give someone easy access to all this?” Your hand glides across his cock.

His head flops back with a sigh as his hips buck up to meet your grip, “Relax-“ you coo “Just lay back and relax.” You push his legs aside, stroking him from base to tip with one hand and caressing his balls with the other,

He bites back a groan, hips still shifting back and forth with your movements. “That’s not relaxing -“ you tsk with a smirk.

“Pent up -“ he grits before he gasps as you tighten your grip on his girth. He lifts his head to look at you, mouth parted and cheeks flush.

“Do you trust me?” You quirk up a brow.

“Not really -“ his quip is cut short with a sharp slap to his thigh “ow.”

“I mean it Miggy, I wanna try something but I need you to trust me.”

He rolls his eyes and flops flat onto the bed “Fine, I trust you.”

You push his legs a little wider, spit on your fingers and gently rub against his tight hole “What the -“ he stiffens a bit and jolts up, face flushed crimson and eyes wide.

Your motions halt but you don’t pull away “You want me to stop?”

“N-no.” His gaze flickers away and he relaxes back against the mattress.

“Good -“ your ministrations resume, this time adding a bit more pressure as you simultaneously stroke his length.

His breath hitches, chest rising and falling unevenly as he fists the duvet. You spit again on your fingers and in one tandem stroke you press into that tight ring to your first knuckle. A broken gasp sounds and he writhes a bit, “Shh, you’re doing good.” You coo as you push deeper still in slow steady thrusts.

“Oh - oh shit.” He groans, “That’s, that’s not - not bad-“

“See?” You continue like this for a bit as his clenching eases. “Think you’re ready for another?” You ask watching his face closely.

His eyes are squeezed shut, biting his lip as if fighting back more of those tender little sounds but he is nodding. Pulling your finger free you spit again, adding your middle to your index as you plunge into him at an aching pace. “Such a good boy,” you purr, angling his cock up to lap at the precum beading at the tip.

“Please,” he groans.

“Please what, use your words-“ you tease and lap at him again to watch him gasp.

“Suck it while you-“ you press in to your second knuckle, “fuck please-“ that little break in his voice earns him exactly what he’s after. Your lips stretch over his girth and you take him in little by little, drawing out every sensation.

The languid strokes from your fingers and mouth pull the most pathetic little panting breaths from him. He presses the heels of his hands to his forehead, “f-fuck everything’s spinning -“ he bucks into your mouth but when he comes back down your fingers press fully into him.

The groan that erupts from him sends your core clenching. Of his own accord he ruts back and forth, pushing his cock deeper down your throat only to pull back and press your fingers right against his sweet spot. “S-stay where - where you are-“ he grits. And while he is still managing to do the work when all you want for him is to relax, you let it go. Taking his pleasure drunk shivers and groans as a win you’ll never forget.

Miguel’s cock gets impossibly firm as he nears his release, a string of inaudible prayers and curses slipping from his parted lips. Through the bucking you manage to curl your fingers a bit to rub against his prostate.

“Shit shit shit-“ are the last words you hear as his release crashes over him. His hands fly to tangle in your hair to press his length down your throat as ropes of white skip over your tongue. His ass quivers and shakes around your fingers and even grinds down, pressing them as far as they go. “Oh - oh my god…” he pants.

After a time his grip on your hair relaxes, shifting down to your cheek to pull you off him. When your gaze meets his the absolutely blissed out look sends another shock to your core. “I - fuck I don’t know, how I can repay you for this -“

“Shh-“ you cut him off with a firm stroke of your fingers still curled in his heat. His eyebrows knit together and lips part “- none a that.” Your fingers slowly slip from him. “And next time - you’re not doing any of the work. I’ll tie you to this damn bed if I have to.”

All he can do is bite his lip and nod in reply, cock twitching already at the thought of doing this again, and again, and again…

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Apple Seed 18: Pass the Baby!

-One week after baby Sammy was born, and Charlie has had time to recover-

Hazbins: *sitting in a circle excitedly*

Charlie: *cradling Sammy in her arms* Alright! New group bonding game! Everyone introduce yourselves to Sammy! *gently passes Sammy to the left* Auncle Angie!

Angel: *shining eyes like when he first held Fat Nuggets for the first time as he takes Sammy* Hey, widdle guy!~ Oh, aren't you just the cutest widdle munchkin?!

Sammy: *giggles*

Angel: *passes Sammy off* Husky~

Husk: *takes the baby in his arms awkwardly* Um....

Angel: Support the head, babe. Don't need him going all rubber necked.

Husk: *supports Sammy's head* Uh.... Hey, malysh.... uh.... pass. *scrambles to pass the baby to the next person* Grandpa's turn.

Lucifer: *wiggling in his seat and makes grabby motions with his hands* Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! *squishes Sammy's cheek to his as he cuddles the baby boy* Awwwwwwww!~ He still has that new baby smell!!!

Charlie: *giggles and takes Sammy* Alright, Dad, time to give the baby to grandma.

Lucifer: Awwwww......

Lilith: *sitting on the chair next to Lucifer, holds out her hands*

Vaggie: *takes Sammy and hands him off to Carmilla* I thought we were calling her Abuelita.

Lilith: *flushes purple in disbelief and anger*

Carmilla: *raises her knees and props Sammy on her thighs so she can hold his pudgy little fists* Hola amorcito, ¿no eres simplemente un chico guapo?

Sammy: *giggles and claps his knuckles together before popping Carmilla's knuckle in his mouth*

Rosie: *pops in over Carmilla's shoulder* Awwww, such a little cutie!!! Me next, Carmilla! Me next!

Carmilla: Wait your turn, Rosie.

Alastor: *snaps his fingers and a little cradle pillow appears in his lap with a blue blanket* I'm after Rosie!

Lilith: Am I not going to get a turn?!

Eve: *busts into the hotel* After me!

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✏ TNAIT 002: No Money, No Problem l.at fanfic

✰ pairing: nerdy!bandboy!anton x cheerleader!fem!reader | ✰ wc: 2.5k | ✰ cw: profanity, sexual themes, lgbt comments | ✰ plot: you find the perfect guy to help you bring up your grades, but he's so shy you wonder if you'll make any progress. too bad you couldn't get his cute little friend instead... [Series Masterlist]

“Dude! What the hell was that?” Chanyoung spat.

“What? Oh you mean making your wet dreams come true? In that case, you’re welcome,” Dongmin chuckled.

“Wet dreams? You’re the one who fantasizes about screwing the whole cheer squad, not me.”

“Stop acting like such a prude. You know you want it too. I saw your little buddy standing up for attention.”

“It was cold as fuck out there.”

“Right…those thoughts were pretty hot though, huh?”

“Shut up…”

“Look you just better make sure you pull your dorky ass together and text that girl before tomorrow. Unless…you’re too chicken,” Dongmin said as he began clucking like a chicken.

“God, you’re such a fucking child,” Chanyoung rolled his eyes, pulling out his phone.

Dongmin looked over his shoulder to watch him text you. “Dear my beloved personified fantasy,” he began. “I’d love to meet you tomorrow at 12 o’clock sharp to help you raise your grades while you raise that skirt,” he chuckled.

“Seriously dude, back the fuck up. I can’t concentrate,” Chanyoung sighed.

hey i wanted to text u before it got too late

i'll be at the library around 8am tomorrow morning

Sent 9:43pm

Chanyoung carefully re-read the messages, double-checking for any missing details.

"Ponytail" Typing...

"Shit!" he spat.

"What? What happened? Did you accidentally send her that video of you whacking off?" Dongmin teased.

"No...she's typing."

"Already?"

it's fine

i'll be up by that time anyway

should i...bring anything?

Sent 9:45pm

"Fuck! What do I say?"

"Gimme," Dongmin grinned as he snatched the phone from Chanyoung's hand.

yeah that sounds great

and nah ur good

just make sure u bring ur laptop...and maybe a notebook

Sent 9:46pm

Read 9:46pm

"Ponytail" Typing...

kk

gnite <3

Sent 9:46

gn

"Ha!" Dongmin exclaimed before giving Chanyoung back his phone. "Too easy," he huffed. "Now, all you gotta do is shave your balls and get ready for tomorrow," he smiled, patting Chanyoung on the shoulder.

"Shave my what?!"

"Your nuts, bro. So you can get that brain while you use yours," he chuckled.

"You know if anyone else heard the way you talk to me they'd think you were gay."

"I'm just being real with you."

"Yeah...really gay."

"Whatever," Dongmin laughed as he wrapped an arm around Chanyoung's shoulder.

"You sure lucked up, huh?" Abigail chimed as you told her about your little rendevous with Chanyoung. "I've seen him before, but I always kinda thought he was...y'know," she paused to flick her wrist, a motion you very well knew the meaning of.

"No, no. At least, I don't think so. He's just kinda shy."

"Shy? Or more into guys," she chuckled.

"Hey, knock it off. You're the one who told me to get my own guy."

"Actually, you wanted that. If I recall it correctly you said it would be weird for us to use the same guy."

"Oh...right," you blew air into your cheeks as you thought back to that moment earlier.

"Well, just let me know how everything goes for you. And remember, there's a sweet little Aussie boy named Jake who'd be more than glad to help you out," she smiled. "But beware. He's a subby little switch," she chuckled. "Cute and sexy."

"Hopefully, everything goes well tomorrow and I won't need your puppy," you chuckled as Abigail pulled up to your house.

"Fingers crossed that even if he is gay, he's at least useful."

"He's not gay."

"You don't know that for sure," she tilted her head.

"Neither do you," you tilted your head, mocking her.

"Hmm, fair enough. But you owe me lunch if he is," she smiled as you unbuckled your seatbelt.

"You're really sure about this," you laughed.

"Uhh...duh."

"Okay well I gotta go inside now before my dad eats me alive," you said as you climbed out of the car.

"Good luck, girlie," she waved as you jogged to the front door, waving back at her.

The next morning, you stopped by the ATM to withdraw 50 bucks before meeting with Chanyoung. "This should be enough for today," you thought to yourself.

"Debit Declined, Transaction Failed," the automated voice chimed as you inserted your card. "What the hell?" you spat before attempting to insert your card again only to see the same message pop up 3 more times.

"Did dad freeze my debit card?" you asked as your mom answered the phone.

"Yes, he did it when you came home late last night."

"I literally just came home from a game."

"I know, but you know how he feels about that."

"Yeah...it's fine."

"What did you need the money for?"

"Nothing, I changed my mind," you lied.

"You sure, honey? I can send the money to you a different way. Just let me know how much you need."

"No, Mom. It's alright. Really. Thanks though."

"Okay, well let me know if you change your mind again."

"M'kay. I will."

"Bye," she said before hanging up.

You needed that money right now more than anything else. However, given the current circumstances, that wasn't an option.

"Hey," you waved shyly as you sat down at a table across from Chanyoung.

"Hey," he said, so softly that you almost didn't even hear him. "So, umm...what did you want to start working on first," he asked in that same sheepish tone.

"Umm, well maybe math. It's an introductory algebra course, but I'm kinda struggling to grasp it y'know."

"Can you show me what you've been working on?"

"Sure," you stood up to move your chair closer to him. "Sorry," you apologized as he jerked slightly. "Fuck, I hope I'm not being too aggressive," you thought to yourself.

"It-it's okay," he smiled softly before scrolling through your modules. "Dongmin and his stupid big mouth," Chanyoung thought to himself.

"So, what do you think we should do first?" you asked, breaking the silence.

"Umm...maybe we could look through one of the quizzes and review the content. It'll be the easiest way to learn."

As brilliant as that idea sounded, you didn't have the time to actually learn the material.

"I'm not trying to sound ungrateful or anything, but is there any way I can get you to do the majority of the work...I just don't really have time to learn this with cheer practice and everything," you cringed at your own words, realizing just how pathetic you sounded.

"Oh, uhh--"

"I'll pay you," you blurted just as you remembered that you couldn't exactly finance this little escapade. "Well...actually--"

"It's fine. You don't have to do anything unless you want to. Let's just look at this as a friendly favor," he shrugged as his lips formed into a shy smirk.

"Huh, really?"

"Yeah," he nodded, turning back to the laptop. "You can watch me work the problems out. Maybe it'll help you learn the material," he said as you leaned over, unconsciously bracing yourself on his thigh.

You listened as he explained the process of solving each equation and watched him scribble notes in your journal. For a moment, you got lost in his eyes. You watched them glaze across the screen through his glasses.

Maybe it was his shyness, or maybe it was something else, but your heart always fluttered when he came around. That was the real reason you stumbled on your words whenever you spoke to him.

It was something about the way he bit his bottom lip when he was focused that made you want to kiss him...

"Ugh!" he groaned as you lost your balance. Your hand fell right into his manhood and you could see it all over his face.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry," you pleaded, grabbing onto his shoulder as he hunched over in pain.

"I-it's alright...I know you didn't do it on purpose," he said, grinding his teeth together.

"Umm, do you want me to get something?"

He exhaled deeply before replying, "No, I just have to wait it out."

"I'm really sorry," you apologized again as he continued to take deep breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. You reached over to close your laptop. "We can finish this later," you said as he seemed to calm down.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. You've already done more than I would've."

"So..tell me something about yourself. Since we're gonna be hanging out a lot more often, we might as well take the time to get to know each other," you said as the two of you sat outside together.

"There isn't really much to know," he shrugged.

"What about past relationships?" this question was triggered by a sense of curiosity and the fact that Abigail was so sure he was gay.

"Well, I've never really dated anyone before," he said, looking off.

"Anyone...well did you at least have a crush?"

"Hmm...there was this one girl I liked, but she only ever saw me as a friend."

"Have you always been into music?"

"Huh? How'd you know I was into music?"

"Shit," you swore to yourself. You didn't hear this from him..

"Oh, well umm I remember seeing you in the orchestra during the first week of school," you were able to save your ass this time, but you had to be more careful. You knew more than you were letting on.

"Oh yeah. Well, actually my parents encouraged me to start playing the cello, but I grew to like it on my own. Heh, I remember one time when I stayed up all night to learn this one piece. It was really important because that would be my first solo performance in high school," you watched as he smiled thinking back to that moment.

"Well I'm sure you did amazing," you smiled.

"Ehh...that would've been the expected outcome," he chuckled to himself. "But I thought it was a brilliant idea to be Romeo before my performance and ended up forgetting half of my solo. You can imagine how that went."

"Not really..."

"Well, it's like I said earlier. She saw me as a friend. So my head was all over the place after that. I should've just waited until after the show to tell her. I was gonna do it anyway."

"Hmm...maybe," you sighed, wondering if he still had feelings for her or had moved on by now.

"Alright, enough about me. It's my turn to ask you some questions."

"Okay, hit me," you laughed at his boldness.

"How many relationships have you been in?"

"Zero. Next question."

"Zero?! How?"

"My parents are pretty strict so I wasn't allowed to date. To them, my grades are the most important thing. But there was one guy I liked. He was a little older than me, but he hated the fact that we had to sneak around all the time," you sighed thinking back to the first real boyfriend you could've had.

"Oh, well I can understand that," he said looking over to you as if he was trying to read your body language, hoping it would expose another part of you.

"So what else did you want to ask me?"

"What made you come up to me? Aside from needing help."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I've come to every game and that was the first time we ever spoke to each other. I'm just wondering if there was something that stood out," his shaggy brown hair was perfectly draped across his face, slightly peeking over his round glasses.

"Uhh...well you were a familiar face. I figured you had to be a genius if you were in the orchestra. Y'know musically inclined people are said to be more intelligent," you smiled even though you knew very well that you chose him randomly and could barely remember him on your own.

"Heh, that's what my dad always tells me," he smiled with an expression so pure and sweet you could only sit there in silence.

You felt bad realizing that your only intention of talking to him in the first place was to use him to improve your grades. Plus this little heartfelt conversation started for two reasons--1) you had to buy time to come up with another form of payment and 2) you were not buying Abigail lunch.

If you didn't need him, you honestly wouldn't have looked twice in his direction. Yes, you found him attractive, but that was it. You didn't care about his interests...

"Spill the tea! Is he gay or not?" Abigail squealed as you met up with her in the campus cafe.

"Woah, what happened to 'hey, how did the studying go?'" you laughed.

"Tell me about that after this. I'm starving and I wanna know if I'm gonna be paying or not."

"Well he told me about a girl he liked back in highschool so I think that should answer your question."

"Dammit," she swore before reaching in her bag. " Text me what you want. I'm gonna go order out stuff and I'll be right back, 'kay?"

You nodded as she walked away. You watched her blonde ponytail sway with her movements as she went up to the register. You had completely forgotten about the whole frozen card thing, so you were even happier that she would be paying today.

"Alright, now tell me. Did you suck him off or what?"

"Ugh! No way. I was gonna pay him instead, but my dad froze my cards so I'm just pretending to be his friend so he can keep helping me," this was mostly true except for the fact that you were kinda falling for him.

"Well, you can either keep doing that or at least try to get some pleasure out of it. As cute as my little Jakey is, I just need him for my grades," she smiled, flipping her ponytail. "Do you really think I care about his nerdy life?"

"I know right," You laughed.

"You just need to give that boy your homework and walk away. He's not your study-buddy he's your dorky little fuck-toy and that's it. Don't let him bore you to death with his lame-ass life stories. That is not what you signed up for girl.”

“Honestly. After he fixes my grades I’ll probably never talk to him again.”

“Yeah, until next semester,” Abigail laughed. “I’m not trying to sound like the stereotypical blonde, but I’m too pretty to use my brain. Especially when I have a body like this,” she poked her tongue out as she playfully shook her tits.

“Oh my god! You can’t do that in public,” you hid your face behind your hand.

“Oh baby trust me, there’s a whole LOT you can do in public. It’s only illegal if you get caught,” she winked. “Thanks,” she smiled as the waiter came to the table with your food.

Abby wasn't entirely wrong. You could get away with a lot in public, but someone else is always present. Another witness. Another loose end. Or maybe...a ticking time bomb. Eager to get their way at the expense of your dirty little secret.

Living a double-life has its consequences.

You were so wrapped up in your conversation with Abigail you failed to notice Dongmin who was busy cleaning a table not too far from you. How were you supposed to know he worked here part-time? Like you said earlier, you hardly even knew of their existence before the other night.

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𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞.

pairing, ellie williams & black reader!

summary, ellie was such a fucking tease especially when all you wanted her to do was touch you.

warning (s), established relationship, oral (r receiving), slight mention of weed, face sitting (tehe🫦🤭), slight praising, a little fluff if you squint lolz, and ellie being a dick🙄🙄

didi's notes, all i've been doing for the past two weeks is reading ellie smut INTENSELY. it's time i make one of my own.

"if you really want it, you would beg for me again," ellie whispered, her breath tickling your inner thigh. you moaned at her statement, throwing your head back at how sexy her voice sounded.

she'd been at this for what felt like hours; just torturing you and getting so close to touching you before pulling her hand back, saying that you didn't want it enough since you weren't begging for it the way she wanted you to.

"i do want it- els, please," you moaned out pathetically, sitting up once ellie's hand came in contact with your clothed cunt. "tell me what you want, baby." she wet her lips as she said this, taking her hand away from your bottom half as she rubbed your thigh teasingly.

you told her what you wanted a thousand fucking times. she just liked hearing you say it because she loved how flustered you'd become whenever she asked you that fucking question. "ellie, stop fucking playing. you know what i want."

she shook her head: "nah, i don't think i do. you wanna remind me?" ellie looked up at you with hooded eyelids, the weed she'd smoked earlier finally taking effect. "want you to touch me, ellie," you finally said in a whisper, looking everywhere but at the girl between your thighs.

"huh? i'm sorry, baby, i couldn't hear you. say it again for me," ellie moved closer to you, peppering kisses on your neck as she kept a hand on your waist. "i want you to touch me, ellie. please- just make me feel good." you say this a little louder this time, the soft pants in-between each word you say made ellie groan softly.

"since you asked so nicely-" ellie placed a kiss on your lips before she took off her shirt, leaving her in just her sports bra. she then laid herself out on the bed, making you curious as to what she had planned. "what are you doing?" "you're gonna sit on my face," she smiled, causing you to roll your eyes at how excited she was. "c'mere."

she motioned with her fingers, making you slip off your panties and throw them somewhere across the room. you climbed on top of her and aligned your pussy with her face, gripping the headboard as you took in a deep breath.

"you're acting as if we've never done this before." "i know we have, els. you just gotta gimme a minute-" she chuckled at your response as you finally lowered yourself down her face, a moan immediately coming out of your mouth once her tongue came in contact with pussy separating your folds.

"fuck..." your fingers became intertwined in the girl's auburn hair, letting her tongue work wonders on your clit. soon enough, you began to ride ellie's face, wanting more than what she was already giving you. this felt like fucking heaven, causing even louder moans to come out of your mouth. with ellie's nose bumping your clit at just the right angle, you were bound to cum in the matter of seconds.

however, ellie wasn't gonna let that happen. she wanted to take her time with you; make you feel the way you deserved to feel. the last thing ellie wanted was a quick nut from you, but by the way you were moving, it seemed like that was all you wanted.

you were too caught up in your own pleasure to notice that she'd been telling you to slow down, finally getting the memo once she slapped your thigh. you yelped, finally realizing that she stopped lapping up at your juices. "slow down," she chuckled, bringing your pussy back down onto her face as you mumbled an "okay."

ellie quickly went back to pleasuring you, sticking her tongue inside of you as her nose bumped your clit once again. with how sensitive you already were from your actions prior, this made you go feral, letting out a loud moan as you threw your head back: "shit, ellie." you closed your thighs around her head, making her groan and then chuckle.

"am i making you feel good?" she muttered under you, making you nod your head quickly: "yeah, shit-" your fingers found their way back to her hair, pulling on it whenever she sucked on your clit. "ellie-" "i know baby, i know. just wait a little while longer for me, yeah?"

you decided to abide by her orders, holding back your climax as you kept your eyes shut. ellie saw this and tapped your thigh softly, causing you to open your eyes and look at her. "keep your eyes on me. i wanna see your face when you cum."

even though her speech was muffled, you were still able to comprehend every word she said perfectly fine. you nodded at her statement, trying your best to not let your pleasure overwhelm you so you could keep your eyes open.

"els, please. i can't hold it anymore-" you pleaded, looking ellie straight in the eyes as you said this. "let it out for me then." those words alone made the knot in your stomach unravel, causing you to let out a series of high-pitched moans as you came.

ellie watched as your eyebrows furrowed and how the grip on her hair became tighter once you released, causing her to grip your thigh and releasing moans of her own into your core. "that's it. good girl. let it all out f'me," she said, helping you come down from your climax as she licked you up proudly.

once ellie made sure that she'd licked every drop from you, you rolled off her face and plopped right onto the bed, looking at the girl as you caught your breath. her face was covered in your slick, causing you to let out small laugh.

"what?" "you got a little something right here." you pointed to her face and she rolled her eyes, shoving you playfully as your smile got wider. "oh, shut up. you did this to me."

"oh really? i don't recall. you wanna remind me?" you got closer to her side and traced her tattoo, a devious smile playing on your lips. ellie quickly noticed your motives and got back into position: "come and sit on my face then."

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Hello! I'd like to give Inumaki an ugly Christmas sweater (with high neck ofc) that was knitted by reader. It was her first time, but sweater still looks nice; and probably there is a bear pattern or written something cool and funny.

Good luck!

Ahhh this is so perfect for him, I love it! Also, credit for the text on the sweater goes to that one jjk x reader texts person who has Inumaki's name saved as toge bear. Lmk in the comments if you know who it is.

CW: Singular mention of puke (as a description of a color), crack, fluff

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For weeks you had toiled on your secret project, working well into the wee hours of the morning. Weeks of finger cramps, endless frustration, and eyes burning from a lack of sleep. But finally. Finally, it was done.

Holding out the monstrosity you had created, you couldn’t help but to cackle with glee at your horrific creation.

All your hard work and sleepless nights had finally come to fruition, and in your hands you now held the world’s ugliest Christmas sweater.

The base was a puke green shag, mottled with random patches of mud brown. Neon orange sequins had been sewn winding around the arms, the pattern imitating lights strung around a tree. And to top it all off there was a misshapen white bear with lopsided violet eyes on the front above the words ‘My Toge Bear.”

It was perfect. It was divine. It was your best work yet. Carefully wrapping it in navy tissue paper and placing it in a silver bag you throw open the door to your dorm and make your way to your boyfriends dorm.

“Togeeeeeeeeee!”

You call as you burst into his dorm.

“I have something for youuuu!”

“Really?!”

His eyes light up and he quickly pauses his game before swiveling in his chair to face you.

“Gimme.”

You had barely extended your arm and offered him the gift bag before he reached out and snatched it. Scurrying over to the corner of his room, he sat with his back to the wall and eyed you suspiciously as he opened it. And finally, the moment you had been waiting for arrived. Your boyfriend looked at your creation for a couple of seconds, silent.

You were practically wriggling with glee, dying in anticipation for his reaction to your gift. Slowly he looked at you, and an evil smile spread across his face. He stood, and retrieved a gift bag of his own from his closet and handed it to you.

Wait, where was his abject horror? His look of acute betrayal?? What was with that look on his face? You were beginning to feel a little uneasy.

He motioned for you to open it, before retrieving the hideous sweater and what-did he just put it on?

A sly little grin flashed across his face, quickly replaced by one of doe-eyed innocence.

I love it! He signed, gesturing for you to open your gift. Now open yours!

Filled with trepidation, you slowly pull whatever is lurking in the gift bag out into the light. Staggering back, you dramatically fling your hand against your forehead as you drop your gift. Your handsome, loving, loyal boyfriend had finally revealed his dark side. Laying crumpled in a pile on his hard wood floor was not a ugly Christmas sweater, but an ugly Christmas dress, made of itchy wool and covered with bells and flashing lights.

Do you like it?

His shoulders were shaking with the effort of suppressing his laughter, making his signing choppy. Giving him a half-hearted glare, you made eye contact and that was the end. 

The two of you burst into hysterical peals of laughter as you wheezed and leaned against each other. The second one of you was beginning to calm down, the other would hiccup and start giggling, starting a whole new round of cackles.

Once you had managed to get yourselves under control, the two of you each put on your respective gifts and had a photoshoot, dramatically posing with exaggerated facial expressions. As the two of you rolled on the ground, practically sobbing with laughter after Toge attempted to throw a sultry look of his shoulder for the camera, you fell in love with him all over again. This was what you wanted your future to look like; enjoying spending time with the man you love, while laughing over mundane things such as an ugly Christmas sweater.

[1eoness]

Request?

I need Leon starting to date a girl with curly hair and he LOVES her curls and tries to learn how to style them

i'm not sure how you want me to format this im sorry so i'll just write like a list of hcs GRRRRRRR but i love the curly hair stuff HEHHEEHHE

content: fluffy leon kennedy with fem curly-haired! reader

synopsis (?) : leon kennedy has a curly-haired girlfriend :3

-leon's hair has ALWAYS been straight ash so when he saw you and the way you took care of your curl he was like woah :0

-it's like a level of enlightenment to him lol (jk)

-this man will always look at you while he has the chance so you can expect him to pick up on your routines. sometimes he'll be present in the bathroom while you're doing your little hair pampering routine and he's like 'so what's that?' and points at a bottle and u have to explain it to him LMAO

-no matter what the length (hell you could be bald) leon loves your head because 1. it holds your pretty lil face 2. your HAIR

-and idk i just have a general hunch that this man just loves carding his fingers through your hair or your head a lot (as you can notice from my first works lol)

-and leon is MESMERIZED by your curls everytime. whenever leon is standing behind you at a queue or waiting for you to finish doing something, like say putting your makeup on, his hands will absentmindedly bounce on the ends of your curls and just watch them go boioioiioioing

-there was a time when you were at a night bar with leon and some other friends. you guys were sat on stools and your back was turned to him while you were conversing with your friend, and leon just kept bouncing the ends of your curly locks because it's like a satisfying fidget to him.

-he loves the shape, the texture, the way it feels in his fingers (especially when he pulls on it in bed oops im sorry hehe)

-and tbh what can i say? leon likes taking care of you and that can apply to different parts of your everyday life; before you go to sleep he reminds you to take your vitamins, and whenever you come home and he's there he will undo your shoelaces :3. but he will NEVER forget to brush your hair (especially if it's long as hell, he knows ur arms probably get tired brushing through it and applying product through it)

-if you were bashful at first and said it was okay, he insisted with a lighthearted and joking tone. he's like 'i got the strength for this c'mon gimme that brush NEOWWW'

-HE WILL PRINCESS YOU LIKE THIS SASSY PRINCESS OF A MAN WILL PRINCESS U

leon loves to approach his pretty girl while she's perched in front of the mirror. he sees you brushing your wet curly locks and, silently, walks up to you from behind. he's a rather silent man right now while he takes your hairbrush from your hands, your arm slowly stopping its brushing motions as you looked up at his reflection; him being behind you while his eyes are downcast to your locks. "and where's my love going?" he asks with a mild tease. he knows you're going out somewhere because you seem to smile a little more when you're anticipating some plans. you giggled while feeling leon gently brush your hair with tenderness. maybe by narration it sounds obscure, but he adores the back of your hair while you're rambling about your day so far and where you're heading off to next. "so she's a busy girl. hm?" leon grins slightly, eyes locked onto your soft hair while he helps in spreading moisturizing product (rather expensive product that leon willingly paid for u bc, well, he loves you like that) on your hair in moderate amounts, being careful not to accidentally pull your head back or something lol. his fingers tread and work caringly— and he even scratches his fingertips on your scalp lightly and briefly to top it off ♡ he continues the rest of the brief conversation with his thumb gently stroking your wispy baby hairs, and you're just so cute to him he just wants to eat u tbh

-and whether you want him to put some lil bows, ribbons, clips or extensions in it is up to you. you probably have an array of hair accessories and leon memorizes all of them. he knows when one is new and which ones are the ones you've always had in your dresser/vanity.

-speaking of, leon LOVES seeing you accessorize your hair. beads, hairclips, anything that furtherly charms your pretty hair literally makes him melt you have this man in an entirely different state of matter atp he just loves you sm argghh. one time you let him put some little butterfly clips in your hair after teaching him how they're clipped on and you had leon WHIPPED the entire time in front of that vanity ♡

-omfg and leon does this thing where whenever he's hugging or cuddling you from behind, he nuzzles his face in the back of your head and start inhaling your hair like you're some sort of freshly-washed pillow. it tickles a little for you and he can feel your frame repulsing or squirming in his arms but leon doesnt rlly care lol (he's kinda sorry)

-i feel like leon has more of a tendency to ruffle your curly hair if it's short, maybe like above shoulder length or something.

[freedomfireflies]

The Playboy | 7. Gimme Some Lovin'*

Summary: It's Michelle's turn to learn how to share and Harry's never been happier. He's got an angel in his mouth and a devil on his cock.

What could be better?

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“There she is…my sweet angel.”

Crystal whimpers, a deep, needy sound inside her chest. Her hands are dancing between Harry’s soft, brown curls, her thighs on either side of his hips. Her nose is nuzzled under his jaw, and her chest is flush with his.

She doesn’t know anything but him.

And he fucking loves it.

On any other day, maybe Harry would know better than to parade this intimate moment so openly where anybody could see. Namely Hugh.

But Hugh has locked himself in his bedroom for the time being, allowing Harry a moment or two alone with his sweet angel.

He found her in the Game Room, curled up on one of the sofas as she flipped through a magazine. 

He hadn’t seen her in at least two days, ever since his afternoon with Michelle, and he was desperate to make up for lost time.

The moment he walked into the room, her eyes lit up, and he watched in real-time as she obediently transformed into his doting darling.

She set the magazine aside, sat up, and waited patiently for him to approach.

And Harry had never felt more proud.

He took a seat on the opposite couch and took a minute to regard her. Study her. Let her squirm under his gaze as she waited patiently for his instruction.

When he finally lifted his hand and beckoned her over with the swift motion of his finger, she was quick to obey. She padded across the floor as he patted his lap before returning to her rightful place on his thighs.

And he made damn sure to reward her for her effort.

It was easy to slip his fingers inside her soaked little shorts, and he was momentarily surprised to find her already so wound up.

And when he asked just what had gotten her into such an excitable mood…she revealed she’d been thinking about him only minutes ago as she fucked her fingers and came to the memory of his face.

His brain had just about exploded.

It was the best thing he’d ever heard. The most perfect image immediately painted in his head of this sweet, little angel riding her own hand because of him.

He’d groaned into her chest before slipping a second finger inside her aching cunt to tease another orgasm out of her.

And that’s exactly what he’s been doing ever since. And she’s been so fucking good for him. Never complaining when he chooses to edge her. Never begging for more after he’s silenced her. Never mocking him.

It’s heaven.

No, he won’t lie and say that Michelle’s stubbornness isn’t sometimes rather attractive. After all, he certainly isn’t going to complain about being put on his knees so he can have a taste of her. 

But Harry enjoys both ends of the spectrum. He enjoys having Michelle tug on his hair and demand his release just as much as he enjoys pulling Crystal onto his lap so he can take care of her as she cries for him.

And he doesn’t see why he should have to choose one over the other.

So…he doesn’t.

“Does it hurt, sweet girl?” he purrs as he ghosts his mouth across Crystal’s temple. “Hm? Bet you’re all swollen and sensitive, aren’t you?”

She nods quickly, lip between her teeth as she writhes against his chest.

He smiles. “I know, angel, I know.” 

His other hand wraps around the back of her neck to give it a squeeze as she sighs and squirms again over his lap.

“Oh, honey,” he coos. “Fucking soaking my hand, aren’t you? Poor thing…just one little touch and you get all wound up, don’t you? My needy girl. I’ve got you. S’okay, darling. Just like that, that’s it.”

She rolls her hips over his fingers, desperate to feel him deeper. Harder. Wants to be stretched, wants to be claimed.

Almost as much as he wants to claim her.

She’s so easy. So easy. And so good, and Harry will never be able to understand it. Never be able to get enough of the absolute light that radiates from her.

No, he doesn’t find himself longing for her outside of these walls, but in these moments…she’s absolutely everything to him.

And truthfully, he wouldn’t really have it any other way.

“Harry,” she whispers, tucking her chin over his shoulder, almost as if to hide from him.

He adores her shyness. It makes him smile. Makes him want to ruin her. To fuck her so hard, so deep, so slow…that she has no other choice but to beg him for what she wants.

To use that angelic little voice to plead with him.

The palm around her neck falls down her back, gentle at first before he presses his nails into her spine, scratching until she gasps.

“Speak up, darling,” he instructs. “Come on, you know better.”

She makes another desperate noise as she wiggles with frustration. “…Harry?”

“Yes?”

She swallows. “Please don’t stop.”

His brow cocks up and he goes quiet for a moment. He hadn’t planned on stopping, nor did he give her any indication that he would. “Wouldn’t dream of it, lovie. Why?”

She mewls. Like a desperate little kitten before burying her face in his neck, seemingly still too embarrassed. “Just…don’t want you to stop…ever. Just wanna stay. Feels so good…can’t…just…”

He breaks out into a smug grin at the incoherent babble. He’s used to this from her, and he can’t deny that he knows exactly what she means. 

If he could stay here in this little bubble they create forever? He would. Fucking her over and over and over and over again until she was made of nothing but orgasms. 

Perhaps a flawed mindset, but in such moods, Harry finds he wants nothing else. 

Just pleasure.

His, hers…anybody’s. 

“Won’t,” he promises as he drags his fingers through her drowning cunt just to push back in to the knuckle. The moan that falls from her lips makes his head spin. “We’ll stay right here. Right fucking here. Gonna give me all of it, aren’t you? Give me all of ‘em. Every last one. Every last drop.”

His arm wraps around her lower back as he tugs her even closer. Her thighs must be burning from the prolonged position, but she doesn’t complain. Harry suspects she likes it, and he chooses to believe he’s taught her to speak up if she doesn’t.

In turn, her arms snake around his neck, fingers fisting his shirt as she continues to grind down into his palm. 

He hasn’t given her permission to come, and it absolutely has to hurt. He knows this has to hurt her and he loves it. Loves the way she’ll bend her body to his will. Won’t allow herself her own pleasure if it doesn’t first please him.

He’ll let her soon. But he just can’t bring himself to stop touching her. She truly is drenching his hand, an absolute flood of arousal dripping from her cunt every time he speaks to her or touches her or even moves beneath her. 

She’s all the way up that peak, dangling there until he decides to release her.

Or perhaps he’ll simply keep her on this ledge forever.

He presses a few kisses to her cheek as he continues to thrust up into her, curling and stroking while she gasps, cries, and whines her way closer. He’s relentless in his pursuit. And why shouldn’t he be? 

She deserves it.

And he deserves her.

He thinks this to himself as he feels tiny drops of sweat bleed through her shirt. Poor thing is overheating, so overcome with lust and excursion. She’s putting in so much work for him, doing everything right.

“That’s it,” he murmurs when he feels her clench around his fingers. “Mmm, s’good, angel. So good. Gonna have fun with you, yeah? Yeah? I know. Be so easy to ruin you, wouldn’t it? Just a desperate thing…fucking begging for it, aren’t you? Need me to fuck it better, make it right.”

She’s nodding but she can’t speak. She’s devoting all her energy to holding off as he works to make it harder for her.

It’s a tad cruel but he knows she can take it.

She’ll take it.

She’s so fucking close. So close and he’s just as close to letting her have it. Taste it. After all, he has more in mind for her than this and he needs to feel her around his cock. He fucking has to. Just the thought has his heart beating faster.

And just as his mercy is meeting its tipping point…the door opens.

He stills and poor Crystal nearly wails from the loss of stimulation as Harry’s eyes drift to the other side of the room.

He’s not sure who he expected to see.

But he’s not surprised to find her.

Michelle.

Strangely, she doesn’t look any more surprised to see him. 

She stands in the doorway, blinking at him, expression steady. Cool. Her hands are on her hips, her long hair pulled over one shoulder.

She’s beautiful.

And she has to be fucking pissed.

No, she doesn’t look it, but Harry knows. He understands her jealousy, whether or not she does. 

But he’s not hers.

And she’s not his.

They are both free to do anything and anyone they want in this mansion.

She certainly does.

Why can’t he?

He resumes his work, hand continuing to knead against Crystal’s cunt as she writhes a bit harder on his lap.

But he keeps his eyes on Michelle.

And she keeps hers on him.

He presses his thumb against Crystal’s sensitive clit, flicking it once or twice before pressing into it with fervor. 

He wants to add a bit more pain to the pleasure before letting her go, and he fully expects Michelle to watch it happen.

And he knows she will.

She just can’t help herself.

“Shh,” he murmurs, lips ghosting the outer shell of Crystal’s ear. “I know. I know, darling. Been so fucking good for me, haven’t you? Think you deserve to come?”

And Crystal whimpers her soft, little agreements as she clutches onto Harry’s body, and he can’t help but smirk as Michelle’s chin lifts defiantly.

She’s challenging him by invading such an intimate moment. Perhaps she expected him to feel ashamed. Or to end it.

But that only proves how little she knows him.

“I think you have,” he says to the darling Bunny in his hold. “Think you’ve been so good for me. Always are, aren’t you? Always so fucking perfect. Go ahead, angel. Come.”

And she does. 

She does, and the room fills with desolate whines and gasps for air as she steels herself against him and comes undone.

And Harry soaks up every second of it. 

And so does Michelle.

They watch each other as Crystal rakes her nails down Harry’s back in an attempt to ground herself. They watch each other while he holds her steady on his thighs, fingers still stroking the soft walls that surround them. They watch each other until Crystal’s body begins to slump in his embrace, drained of all energy.

And then…Michelle takes a step forward and shuts the door.

Harry wants to be surprised, but he’s rather amused at the way she flips the lock to the left and turns toward them.

In turn, he reaches up to brush some hair out of Crystal’s face and guide her out of hiding as he murmurs, “Looks like we’ve got company.”

Confused, Crystal’s lashes flutter as she glances over her shoulder to find her housemate now striding through the Game Room toward them.

Michelle looks from Harry to Crystal as she makes her closer but doesn’t speak.

And Crystal simply looks back, unsure how to react while Harry rubs soothing circles into her hip.

Finally, once Michelle reaches the sofa where they wait, she stops, eyebrow raising almost as if to reprimand them. 

Harry simply smiles.

Then, Michelle reaches down, takes Crystal’s face between her hands…and kisses her.

Truthfully, Harry isn’t all that shocked but poor Crystal is as she’s subtly tugged up onto her feet so Michelle can have a bit more control.

But Harry isn’t far behind. He scoots to the edge of the cushions to keep a close eye on them, fingers brushing the back of Crystal’s leg to subtly remind her he’s still close by. That she’s okay, and he’s right there if she needs him.

When Michelle finally allows them both a moment to breathe, she drifts her eyes down to Harry, almost condescendingly. “I thought we had a deal?”

Slowly, Harry leans back, arms outstretching over the back of the couch as he regards her. Studies her. Looks for her angle. “We do.”

Michelle hums. “And she is now a part of this deal?”

“She’s not a part of our deal,” Harry says calmly. “She’s a part of mine.”

Crystal blinks, still caught between Michelle’s palms as she stands between the two and waits.

Michelle straightens up. “Is that right?”

Harry nods. “It is.”

“And…what? You can’t share?”

Harry’s tongue comes out to swipe across his bottom lip as he finally begins to understand what she’s doing. “If she wants me to.”

They both go quiet.

Because while Michelle is trying to take the power and control for herself, Harry is effortlessly putting that power and control in Crystal’s hands. 

He knows Crystal never asked to be caught up in Michelle’s games and he refuses to let her be a player. Refuses to let Michelle use her as a pawn to get her way.

This is between him and Michelle. 

Because he can handle her.

So, he stands, hand smoothing down Crystal’s spine as he dips down to whisper, “It’s up to you, Angel. Whatever you wanna do, we’ll do. Just wanna take care of you.”

Michelle meets his eye over Crystal’s shoulder as an unspoken new deal is made.

After all, Harry and Michelle have little to nothing in common…except for their need to inflict pleasure.

And despite this…tension that’s been created between them, he knows that hasn’t changed.

So…why not inflict it together?

He knows they can take care of Crystal better than anyone else in this house ever has. And he knows that Michelle knows it, too.

Maybe they can’t have each other…but at least they can have her.

Michelle loosens her grip to allow Crystal the opportunity to meet Harry’s eye. 

And Harry studies the timid girl between them, looking for signs of her rejection. 

But he only finds her eagerness. Her desperation to make him happy.

And it makes his heart soar.

She nods softly as he smiles and reaches up to brush his thumb across her lip.

“Yeah?” he checks. “Gonna let us take care of you?”

“Yes,” she whispers, knowing better than to leave him without a verbal response. 

He beams, endlessly proud. “S’a good girl. All right. Go ahead and take a seat on the pool table for me, okay?”

He lands a firm smack to her ass as she quickly scrambles her way toward the large, wooden table, leaving Michelle and Harry to watch her.

They allow for one second to exchange eye-contact, but they say nothing. They don’t need to. They’re here to take care of her and that’s what they plan to do.

Like the obedient darling she is, Crystal takes her place on the ledge, legs dangling over the side as the other two begin for her.

Michelle crawls her way onto the soft, green felt while Harry takes Crystal’s thighs in his hands to pull them apart.

He hooks his fingers beneath the band of her shorts and helps her peel them down while Michelle settles behind her and works on her top.

And once Harry has crouched to his knees, he finds he has the absolute perfect view. The only two people in the world he might care about are displayed so gloriously above him. Waiting for him and his touch.

It’s everything.

Neither Michelle nor Harry waste any more time. 

Harry’s tongue is quick to lick up Crystal’s aching cunt, still dripping from her last orgasm. It soaks his mouth, like rain after a drought. It fills his throat, his tastebuds, his senses. It’s fucking delicious, and the moment he hears her startled gasp, he goes in harder.

And as he’s sucking and flicking, Michelle is kissing along Crystal’s neck, taking her tits between her hands, and playing with them. Pinching the nipples, rolling them across the pads of her fingers, and giving them a firm squeeze. 

He wouldn’t be surprised if she doesn’t last very long. In fact, from what he already knows of her, she might not be able to.

But he plans to drag this out for as long as possible. 

So, every time he feels her clench around his fingers, or his tongue, he slows down. Every time she whines and squirms closer, he stops. Every time she whispers, “Please,” beneath a strained breath, he hums, and switches his rhythm.

It just about kills her, but she takes it so well, and Harry is so goddamn pleased.

Occasionally, he’ll steal a glance at the Bunny behind her, curious to her thoughts after so many days of her refusing to give them to him.

But Michelle continues to evade his inquisitiveness, keeping her expression stoic and unreadable, as usual.

However, Harry likes to imagine he knows her well enough to know she’s enjoying herself. Even if she doesn’t want to.

“What’s the matter?” he hears Michelle murmur after a moment, and his eyes flick up to watch her nip at Crystal’s skin. “Wanna grab onto him, don’t you?”

Crystal’s eyes go wide as she nods and looks down at the man between her legs, her nails scratching down the edge of the pool table.

Harry smirks.

“Think he’ll let you?” Michelle continues to taunt, arm looping around Crystal’s stomach. “Think you’ve been good enough to touch him?”

Her head falls back against Michelle’s shoulder as she sucks in a deep breath, lashes fluttering. “Please…”

“Bet it’d feel so good, wouldn’t it?” Michelle whispers, corner of her mouth dancing up with a devious grin. “To pull on his hair? To feel him? Hurt him? Hear him groan against you…you know he likes it. Know he likes when you hurt him, doesn’t he?”

She’s right, Harry does in fact appreciate having his hair tugged, and he’s rather pleased with Michelle for pointing this out.

Crystal nods faintly.

“So…ask him,” Michelle urges, nodding her chin at him. “Ask if you can touch him. Ask if you deserve it.”

Crystal’s knuckles have gone white from the restraint she’s exhibiting to resist the temptation, and Harry’s heart almost breaks. 

“Please,” she murmurs again, voice desolate and depraved. “Can…can I? Just…need…”

“Need what?” he asks, leaning back as he slips his fingers back inside to feel her out, and she groans. “Need what, angel, come on. Use your words, darling. Know you can.”

The poor thing is shaking, little drops of sweat traveling down the side of her temple as Michelle grins.

“Please,” is all Crystal has the strength to say, and Harry rolls his lips into his mouth.

“All right,” he agrees, shooting her a reassuring smile. “Go ahead, my love. Hurt me.”

Another quick nod as she gingerly reaches out to brush her fingers through his hair. And even with the torture he’s putting her through, she’s gentle. Delicate, almost. Loving.

She’s appreciative of him, and she wants him to know. Wants him to feel how happy she is to be holding him as he fucks her with his tongue.

He makes a noise in the back of his throat as he brings her closer to her third orgasm. And the sigh that falls from her mouth as she leans back into Michelle is heavenly. Ethereal.

Michelle works hard to stimulate her in the places Harry can’t. Her jaw, her chest, her throat. 

Poor Crystal nearly screams the closer she gets while Michelle winds her leg overtop one of Crystal’s to keep it spread. 

Amused, and hopelessly excited with the sight of her red, swollen cunt, Harry nods and straightens up as he finger-fucks her to the end. “Perfect. So fucking perfect, darling. Go ahead…now. Right now, honey. Give it to me.”

And when she does, both he and Michelle bear witness to an absolute mesmerizing experience. 

She squirts. 

Harry’s mouth misses most of it since he’d moved back to focus on stretching her just so. But what he does feel, what he does catch…makes his cock so ridiculously hard in his pants that he has to suck in a sharp breath through his teeth.

Michelle is rather smug about it, hand dropping from Crystal’s chest as she slumps against her.

But Harry can already see that Crystal hadn’t expected that to happen, a look of timid embarrassment twisting through her features as Harry quickly stands up.

“I…I’m sorry,” she begins, eyes wide. “I don’t…I didn’t mean—"

“No, no, no,” he commands softly, grasping onto her face to pull her closer. “Don’t do that. Don’t fucking do that. It was perfect, angel. S’fucking perfect. All I ever wanted, did everything I asked.”

But she’s unconvinced, a flush filling her cheeks as she struggles a bit in his tight hold. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry.”

She sounds so remorseful. So ashamed and it makes Harry’s skin itch at the idea that somebody in her past made her feel this was something to be embarrassed of.

“Don’t,” he growls this time, a bit more urgently, and she swallows as she looks up at him. “Do you know what that was? Hm? That was you squirting for me. That was you telling me that I made you feel exactly the way that you deserve. That was everything that I wanted, and you fucking gave it to me, like a good girl. Like my good girl.”  

She’s still too quiet for his liking so he dips down and nuzzles his nose with hers, a habit he learned can calm her instantly.

“Do you hear me?” he murmurs, still rather forcefully. “Do you hear me, Crystal? That’s exactly what I wanted. Did so fucking good for me, baby. And I don’t ever want you to apologize for that again, is that understood?”

She nods once but he can see she’s only trying to please him.

He frowns. “Do better. I said…is that fucking understood? Because I will make goddamn sure you squirt for me again. And again. And again…and if you apologize for it, you’re gonna make me really fucking sad. Do you wanna make me sad?”

“No,” she nearly breathes, stunned by the very thought.

“Good. So is that understood?”

She holds a deep breath in her chest, focus flicking across his face as he strokes his thumbs along her cheekbones. “Yes,” she mumbles quietly. “I understand.”

“That’s my girl,” he whispers proudly, pressing a kiss to her forehead before letting go and stepping back. Then, he extends his hand for her to take.

She does, shaky fingers slipping across his palm as he helps her to her feet. He then turns her around, pressing her back to his chest as they both look at Michelle, still sitting on the pool table.

“Now…what should we do with her, hm?” he asks, lips hovering near Crystal’s ear. “What do you think she deserves?”

Michelle leans back on her hands as she raises a brow. She doesn’t look nearly as intimidated as Harry would like her to be.

Nor does she look as submissive as he knows she can be.

But he doesn’t imagine she’ll ever allow him to see that side of her again.

The moment they both stepped out of that shower, Michelle returned to her cold demeanor and Harry returned to Hugh’s side.

 After all, Harry is a man of many talents.

But patient…is not one of them.

He made a promise to himself after Michelle’s little stunt at Pig Night. He would no longer allow himself to be her emotional whipping boy.

He’d made her a vow to please her and treat her. And even now, he plans to uphold his end of the deal for as long as she’ll let him.

But anything past that? Mind games and emotional turmoil?

Not his fucking problem.

If she wants to pretend that afternoon in her bedroom never happened, then that’s fine with Harry.

Because he knows it did.

“I don’t know,” Crystal finally answers, nail between her teeth as she bites down in thought. “Wanna make her feel good.”

“You do?” Harry asks, amused with her eagerness. “Then let’s make her feel good, yeah?”

Excited, Crystal’s head bobs up and down quickly as Harry leans down to whisper his instruction.

He feels Michelle watch them as he does and he’s proud with the way he can see her curiosity getting the better of her.

Once he’s finished, Crystal scurries to the sofa to kneel on the cushions as Harry extends his hand a second time.

To Michelle.

She eyes it for a moment, and he can see that she’s fighting an internal battle, choosing whether or not to accept it.

But finally, she reaches out and slides her palm along his so he can help pull her from the table.

He walks them back to the couch, the smirk on his lips growing with each step. 

Once they’re close enough, his touch moves to her shorts, and he playfully tugs on the waist. “May I?”

She looks down and he notices the way her lips press together. She’s nervous.

But before he can comment on it, she nods, and he chooses to believe he’s only misread her reaction.

The shorts are discarded rather quickly, leaving her delicate little tank top left.

He runs his fingers beneath the straps, letting his knuckles graze her heated skin as he smiles softly and watches her chest rise and fall with deep breaths.

“Off,” is all he says, chin thrusting toward her. “Want it off.”

Her eyes narrow, perhaps a little annoyed with his authoritative tone of voice but eventually, she does step back so she can peel the material up her body and over her head.

And Harry is pleased to see that he was right in his assumption that she chose forgo any sort of bra. And even though it’s been only a few days, the sight of her tits feels like walking through the pearly gates.

 He nods his approval before sitting down on the other edge of the couch, his back against the armrest as he tosses a grin Crystal’s way.

“Wanna help me out, darling?” he asks, motioning towards his own pants as Crystal zealously crawls closer to undo his belt.

He lifts his hips to help aid her effort and once she’s rid him of his jeans and boxers, he takes her chin between his fingers.

He tugs until she’s close enough to kiss, and he presses his lips to hers rather sweetly before licking at her bottom lip. “Thank you, my love.”

Her skin seems to grow hot in his hands as she nods before moving back to her original position on the other side.

Now, they look at Michelle.

Her brow raises.

“Right here,” Harry says, one arm outstretching for her while the other gestures toward his lap. “Want you right here, come on.”

Again, she throws him a look of exasperation but does step closer until he can grab onto her body to help guide her to his.

“Face Crystal for me,” he instructs, spreading his legs so she can settle on her knees between them. “That’s it, good girl. Gonna take you from behind while she plays with you.”

And he can’t see her reaction (the only flaw in his plan), but he can still feel her body exactly the way he was meant to.

Crystal is quick to begin her part, moving in and trailing her fingers up Michelle’s side as she looks for approval within her expression.

Harry smiles at her concern before he sees Michelle nod and reach out to grasp onto the back of Crystal’s neck.

She then yanks them together until their mouths meet while Crystal’s hand continues down to her cunt. 

Harry looks down in time to see the tips of Crystal’s fingers beginning their work and it’s almost pathetic how easily the sight works him up.

His cock is already throbbing as he squeezes onto the bottom, hoping to prolong the experience for all of them. Realistically, he doesn’t imagine either of them would mind if he came early, but if he’s forced to go a few more days without fucking Michelle…he’d like to make this time worth it.

It’s not long until Michelle’s body becomes complacent with the intentions of the afternoon, and he watches the arousal begin to drip from Crystal’s hand and down Michelle’s thighs. 

He hears it, sees it, and is so close, he could almost taste it. 

But they don’t have a lot of time, not with Hugh somewhere in the mansion, and he doesn’t feel like explaining why he’s kept Hugh’s two favorite girls away.

“Ready?” he asks to the darling Bunny on his lap, and she nods again as she steals a glance over her shoulder.

He grabs onto her hips and guides her to his cock, teasing her a bit with the tip before slowly pushing in and pulling her down.

Michelle gasps right as Crystal’s kisses move down her throat, tiny fingers still pinching Michelle’s clit for added stimulation. 

And Harry sighs as his head drops back, lashes fluttering shut. He’s missed this. More than he thought he would but now he has it again, and he doesn’t plan to go so long without.

Michelle’s stubbornness be damned.

Crystal does everything he asked of her, kneading Michelle’s breasts, keeping her spread open for him, kissing all her favorite spots.

And he wishes he could see the blissed-out stars in Michelle’s eyes, but he’s happy to witness Crystal’s eager smile that she passes to him whenever Michelle begins to sigh her contentment. 

He’s happy he gets to share this with both of them.

Once he feels that Michelle will be able to handle a rougher pace, he presses his fingertips into her hips and begins to thrust up.

She lurches forward, hands finding his knees to brace herself as she gasps, and the sound makes him twitch.

“Yeah?” he nearly scoffs, voice riddled with lust as he continues to pull her down to match his rhythm. “How’s it feel, sweetheart? S’what you wanted? Hm? Do you feel better now?”

She makes a noise that Harry could almost mistake for a groan, perhaps at the way he’s choosing to taunt her, but it fills his ears like a melody. 

Sweet and sinful and the perfect response. Everything he wanted to hear.

“Say it,” he grits between his teeth, the feel of her pussy clenching around him making it nearly impossible to speak. “Say it, Michelle. Tell me you missed it. Admit you fucking missed it—”

“Fuck off,” is all she chooses to say, head rolling to the side as Crystal kisses down her shoulder.

Harry sees Crystal smirk at this exchange, and for some reason, it jumpstarts the pleasure in his stomach. 

“Goddammit, Michelle,” he hisses before he’s reaching up to squeeze her throat and pull her back to him. “Never fucking learn, do you? Hm? Gotta fucking push me all the goddamn time.”

He can feel her racing pulse beneath his fingertips, and he loops his other arm around her stomach to tug her all the way down until her ass meets his hips. 

She can’t help the moan that comes free as he presses his forehead into her shoulder blade, and it makes his head spin.

“Just say it,” he whispers. “Say it. Come on, know you want to. Know you need me. Need me to make it better. Need me to make it right. Make you come. The way he can’t.”

“Harry,” he hears her murmur, and his heart starts to beat a little faster.

“That’s right,” he agrees, his chest trickling with sweat from the excessive effort he’s putting into his thrusts. “That’s fucking right. Does it feel good? Feel so fucking good? To be stretched like this? To be filled? Fucked? Taken care of?”

She goes quiet again but the way she’s soaking his cock answers his question quite nicely.

“It does,” he says aloud. “And we are, aren’t we? Taking such good care of you…yeah? Even when you’ve been such a fucking brat…still take care of you.”

“Always,” she breathes, almost as if unable to stop herself.

Harry’s movement falters, arm growing a little tighter around her middle. “Always,” he repeats softly, pressing his lips into her feverish skin. “Always. Y’know I will. Just can’t fucking help myself, can I?”

She whimpers, and she’s so close, and he needs…fuck, he needs to feel it. Needs to have her coming around his cock. Needs to memorize the feel, needs to watch it happen. Needs to come inside her just so he can watch himself drip from her cunt.

He needs everything right now. 

He needs her.

Crystal does what he can’t, pressing her fingers into Michelle’s clit until Michelle is crying out so loud, it nearly sends him into overdrive.

It’s so fucking needy and high-pitched and he can taste the blood in his mouth from how hard he’s been biting on his lip.

“Are you close?” he asks between deep breaths, eyes flicking down to watch himself disappear into her. “Yeah? What do you need? Hm? Ask me, baby. Ask me for what you need, and I’ll give it to you.”

But Michelle doesn’t ever ask. She just takes.

And he knows this which is why he refuses to let her have it this time.

However, she’s quiet, save for her small noises. Perhaps she doesn’t even know what she wants.

Or maybe she just doesn’t want to admit it.

“Michelle,” he growls again, tightening his grip on both her airway and her stomach. “Fucking ask me…don’t do this. Be my good little Bunny and just ask—”

“You,” Michelle finally gasps. “You. Please…need to feel you. Need it, Harry…please.”

And there’s something strange in her voice. Something familiar…

Something submissive.

He doesn’t have time to wonder if she’s slipped into subspace because the request alone is all he wanted.

He goes a bit harder—faster—as Crystal continues to tease Michelle’s clit and suck her tit into her mouth. 

He doesn’t have time to realize it’s happening before he’s biting her skin between his teeth and releasing into her as she comes only seconds later.

And it’s fucking everything to watch as she sinks all the way down to really feel him deep in her belly. It’s everything to feel her slump in his embrace as she turns her face to her shoulder to see him. It’s everything to hear her whisper his name in an effort to keep them close.

And then…it’s over.

It’s over and without having to see her face, Harry can feel something shift.

Instantaneously.

He knew it was coming.

Knew he had to expect it.

But he’s not sure if he’s prepared for it.

And he knows, undoubtedly…

She’s certainly not.

I'm sorry this one is a little shorter, but that's because I gotta set up the big stuff. Cause we're almost at the end 😭 I'm both sad and kind of excited???

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