#like instead of saying i’m going to sleep i just say going to sleep

[just-some-random-blogger]

I said I was going to reblog this when I woke up. That was today and now I'm sleepy and about to go to sleep but I REFUSSSE TO DO SO BECAUSE MY GOSSHHH THIS GOD MEEEEE SOMMEEEEEE TYPAAA WAYYYYY HELLO????????? 😫😫😫😫😫😫

Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

I cannot put into words how this like... Changed my brain???? Like it's so beautiful and sensible and yah. That part. That would 100% happen if you were dating a twin like hello? Also idk the thought just makes me swoon ))))):

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.”

JSJDJDJSJJSJSJSJJSHSHSHHSHA HES SO STUPID THIS IS WHY HES MY FAVE BB GIRL ARE YOU SINGLE IM TRYNA GET YOU PREGNANT AYO MY GUY WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNNNN WHEN YOU SAY THIS UR SO SILLY WTFFFFFF IM GIGGLING LIKE I GET PAID TO DO IT

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

HE REALLY SAID SIS LOUDER AND

“If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

NASJJSJSBSJJSJSB IM SO SORRY THE GEORGE GIRLIE IN ME WANTS SO GO HELL YEAH LETS MAKE THAT RAT FREDDIE RUE THE DAY HE WAS BORN 😫😈😈😈 HES JUST SO DARLING I LUV HIM HES SO SILLY AND STUPID FUCKKKK

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.”

👏THAT👏PART👏 RIP HIM TO SHREDS GEORGE. ANNIHILATE THAT GINGER GIT

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?”

EXCUSE ME

He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch.

.... WHAT ABOUT IT

“Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?”

❓❓❓❓ DI BALE SANA NANDITO KA???? HELLO

(tr: NEVERMIND IF YOU WERE ACTUALLY HERE. and the pick is let's go stupid/idiot)

You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

I fear I may be quaking in my boots... It's not the only thing quaking.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.”

NO CUZZZZ

His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

I love icarusing myself WHAT ABOUT IT WEASLEY

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?”

HES GOT SUCH A DIRTY MOUTH ON HIMMMMMMM FUCKKKK OFFF

“Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

Raw. Next twin.

“My little whore needs more?”

“Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.”

Brat tame me then 🙄✋ I dare you also

Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

VIOLENTLY SHAKING IM ILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

UghhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH SO GOOD NEXT TWIN LMAO HAHAHAHHH

Green-Eyed Monster | F.W.

For the first time ever, Fred Weasley finds himself jealous over the only person in the world he needn’t worry a bit about.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x f!reader

Word count: 8k

Warnings: SMUT 18+, unprotected sex, oral + fingering (f!receiving, (lots of) dirty talk, name calling, praise/degradation, dom/sub dynamic, some nipple play, touch of a breeding kink, possessiveness/jealousy, some toxic themes, established relationship, swearing, drinking, arguing, angst, fluff, sorry if miss any!

first hp fic in a very long time! what better to post than this mess (jealous, possessive, sexy mess). basically pwp—let me know what you think! (Barely edited at all lmao my apologies)

You sat quietly at George’s desk, eyes focused on a piece of parchment as you both tried to break down the recipe George had scribbled down. There was a hiccup, a hitch in the plan of brewing a batch of Euphoria Elixir for the joke shop, and it was pushing back your plans to place them on the shelves this week. After a few hours of quiet deliberation on his lonesome, George decided to seek your help in hopes of speeding up the process.

So, the two of you put your heads together and re-read the ingredient list a million times, wondering how the hell it turned out murky green instead of sunshine-y yellow. The cauldron sat smoldering across the room, a rain cloud above it as the bubbly mixture spilled over the sides. Upon first glance, you had stated the absolute obvious.

“Isn’t that supposed to be a rainbow?” You raised an eyebrow, looking at your brother-in-law as he collapsed in his chair.

“Yes, you git.” George rolled his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. You shot him a sharp look, warning him to be nice if he wanted your help. You knew George didn’t mean any of the insults—he was simply frustrated and maybe even a little embarrassed that he could not figure it out by himself. “Sorry, Y/N.” He conceded, realizing he came on a bit too strong.

“S’alright.” You assured him, stepping towards the desk where he sat. “Where’s the ingredient list? We’ll start there.” You offered, knowing you would help no matter how poor of a mood he was in. You loved George almost as much as you loved Fred, if you had to compare. Even if it was in a different way, you had a hard time refusing him when he used the same charm tactics as his twin brother.

After spending so many years in a relationship with Fred, it would be obscure for you not to have a bond with the closest person to him. Over the years, he’d surpassed a friend and had grown into your own brother. You were certain that no matter where life took you and Fred, George would always hold a special place in your heart. When the two opened their shop in Diagon Alley, you volunteered most of your free time to help them in any way you could, and whether it was tweaking new products or doing some of the dirty work, you never really minded.

That evening in specific, Fred was off on some ‘official business’, which really just meant meeting with a potential product buyer at The Leaky Cauldron. Last month, George took the burden of doing so, and they decided it was only fair for him to do it this time. Unfortunately for you, as much as you loved supporting them, it did interfere with your evening plans with him. So, sulking and trying your best to swallow it down, you distracted yourself with stocking shelves downstairs to prepare for another busy day ahead.

You were actually near grateful when George emerged from the office, calling out to you in desperation. It gave you a break from the monotonous back and forth, and someone to talk to. If it could not be Fred, you decided George was the next best.

“So, what’d’ya think it could be?” George asked, peeking over the cauldron that was still spitting back at him. He dodged out of the way, trying his best not to get any of the splashback on his new jumper.

“Well, from what you’ve told me, seems like you put all the right stuff in.” You deducted, pursing your lips slightly as you read over the list for what seemed like the millionth time. “Sad as it sounds, I doubt we can save it now, even if we figure out what happened.” You said, recalling your potions knowledge that Snape had relayed over the years.

“Right, but I’d like to know what’s wrong before I try again.” He explained, taking a moment to look over your sad expression. His eyebrows furrowed, his head cocking to the side as he tried to figure out where it was coming from. “What’s got your knickers in a twist?” Your eyes flickered upwards to meet his, your cheeks tinged red from the heat of the room. Your lips dipped into a frown as you shrugged your shoulders, brushing him off so you did not need to explain yourself. “I know you better than that. Come on, now.” He urged, placing his palms flat against the desk as he leaned towards you, a challenging look in his eye.

You narrowed your brows, keeping a stony expression as you met his gaze. “What’s it to you, Weasley?” You shot back, unsure of where your defensive nature was coming from. Perhaps you weren’t willing to discuss your relationship problems with your boyfriend’s twin brother, or maybe it was because you felt foolish for being upset at all.

“Reckon we’re past that, hmm? Your problems are our problems, and all.” He responded, also unsure of why you were being so reserved with your thoughts. Usually, you were an open book, especially with the two of them.

“My problems aren’t your problems, Georgie.” You shook your head, shutting down the ridiculous notion. “Let’s get back to the real problem, yeah?”

“No, I don’t think so.” George disagreed, his concern now over something completely different. “Is it about Fred?” At that, the tips of your ears began to burn and you shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Ah, I see.” A devious smile crossed his lips.

“It’s not a big deal.” You covered your tracks, tapping the ink-less quill against the worn parchment.

“I have a hard time believing you, considering you just lied to me.”

“Lied is a strong word,” you rolled your eyes, quickly realizing that there would be no escaping the conversation. “I didn’t lie about anything.”

“What’s he done?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, a dry laugh leaving your lips. “It’s just… I’m just being dramatic.” And it’s true, you were being dramatic. Well, maybe not fully, but that’s what you were trying to convince yourself of. “I just miss him, I suppose. I know you both have been busy, but I think maybe I underestimated how busy you would actually be.” You continued, knowing it was wrong to confide in his twin brother about your relationship issues. Still, it felt good to get it off your chest, to voice the concern and have someone shoot you down, just so you knew you were being irrational. “This is the third night in a row we’ve canceled our plans. I’ll get over it. It’s no big deal.”

“That’s a big deal.” He hummed, sympathizing with you to make you feel better. “Bloody inconsiderate, if you ask me.” But you weren’t asking him, and somehow his justification of your feelings only made you feel worse. “What? Not allowed to speak my mind?”

“No—“ you let out a defeated sigh, slumping down in your seat. “I know that, but I was hoping you would tell me I’ve gone mad, instead.”

“Blimey, Y/N, you’re allowed to be upset. We're busy, yeah, but you’re still his girlfriend.” George said, jumping slightly when the rain cloud above the cauldron let out a crack of thunder. “If you’d rather, we can forget the elixir and grab dinner instead. I’m not Fred, but I’m pretty damn close.” He gave you a cheeky smile, earning an honest laugh from you.

“S’alright, Georgie. Thank you, though.” You appreciated his kindness, but you were sure it would only make your predicament even worse, considering Fred’s recently acquired short-fuse when it came to you and George spending so much time together. It was odd for him to be so protective, so jealous of the one person in the world he needn’t worry about, but it seemed as though the new trait was permanent. Perhaps it came from the fact he was also missing you due to your busy schedules, and how it sometimes seemed you and George were most often left at the shop alone.

“You know, I have noticed that lately.” George continued, leaning against the desk as he reminisced over the last few weeks. “Always seems to be us stuck here together.”

“Mhm.” You mumbled, slowly realizing that you weren’t as insane as you previously thought if he was noticing all of the same things. “Let’s just figure this out so I can get home.”

So you did. A grueling hour spent recounting George’s every step in brewing the elixir left the two of you puzzled and even more frustrated. By that point in the night, you were hunched over the long list of his steps you had jotted down so you could (hopefully) discover what he missed.

“I dunno, Georgie.” You sighed. “Seems like you did everything—“ you cut yourself off, leaning closer to the page on the desk as you caught something you hadn’t seen before.

“What?” He asked, his head snapping towards you. “What is it?”

“You said when you let it simmer, it was turquoise.” You said, looking up at him.

“Yeah, so?” He replied, confused why it was such a big deal.

“It’s meant to be blue.” You explained, a grin on your face as you relayed the information to him.

“Turquoise… blue… same thing, innit?” He asked, standing and walking over to you.

“Maybe to you.” You giggled, pointing to the piece of paper where he missed the step. “After you add the shrivelfig, you have to stir it until it changes color.” He walked up behind you, placing one hand on your arm as he leaned over your opposite shoulder. He smelled of butterbeer, likely due to the one he’d been nursing the entire time you sat together. You immediately noticed the warmth of his body, how similar it felt to how Fred touched you, but how drastically different it was all the same.

“Blimey, you’re right!” He exclaimed, his voice still soft so he was not yelling in your ear. “What would I do without you?” He gave your arm a gentle squeeze, leaning closer and pressing the side of his face to yours in a makeshift hug. His hand dropped to your back, lingering there as the conversation continued.

“It’s nothing, really.” You smiled, closing your eyes to enjoy the warmth for a moment. “So now you know. You can do it again, but make sure to stir it until it’s blue. By tomorrow, we’ll have it bottled and on the shelves just like we planned.”

“Our number one girl, saving the day yet again.” He sighed in relief. “I better get to it—“

Before his thought could finish, the door to the office swung open, cutting him short. Your eyes turned upwards, landing on a slightly drunken version of the boyfriend who’d abandoned your evening plans. The gloss of his eyes and the goofy smile on his lips led you to believe so, and the redness on the apples of his cheeks only solidified it. Only his cheeky grin didn’t last too long when he processed the scene in front of him, how close the two of you were, how heavy George’s hand seemed on your back and how rosy your own cheeks were.

Quickly, his jaw tightened, his gaze narrowing as he tried to decipher the whole situation. His nostrils flared ever so slightly, and his arms raised to cross over his chest. Immediately, you knew what you’d be in for; a long, tiresome argument that changed absolutely nothing. Instead of fighting the silent accusations, defending yourself for no real reason at all, you watched him with the same intensity while you awaited a snide comment.

“So what’s all this, then?” Fred asked, his face clearly conveying all of his emotions.

“Helping Georgie make the elixir while you were off getting sloshed at The Leaky Cauldron.” You muttered, noticing George straighten himself up in hopes of avoiding any further damage.

“I was not getting sloshed, I was doing business.” He corrected, defensive over the fact. “S’pose you were hoping I’d take a little longer, yeah? Give you some more time to cozy up with my brother?”

“Blimey, Fred. If you took any longer, I’d imagine you’d have to move in with the lad.” George took your side on the matter. “At least she wouldn’t have to worry about you missing dinner again.” At that, Fred’s eyes cut to you, immediately understanding where the underlying tension was coming from.

“Is that right?” Fred’s voice was no louder than a whisper, all of the pieces clicking together in an instant. “I don’t suppose the two of you had dinner? Let him fill in for me while I was gone?”

“No, we did not.” You snipped, standing as you gathered the ingredients for George’s second attempt at the brew.

“Yeah, right. What else did he fill in for, sweetheart? Anything you think I should know?” At that, your eyes widened and your face turned red. Your entire body felt like it was engulfed in flames, appalled that he would even think such a thing.

“Piss off, Fred.” You muttered, stepping out from behind the desk as tears stung your eyes. George shot you a sympathetic look as you pushed past his brother and out into the stairwell. You trodded down to the main level, swiping fallen tears away from your cheeks as you rushed out the front entrance of the building.

The cool air of the night was nice, especially after spending so long cramped up in the tiny office space, but it was not as freeing as you might have hoped once you heard footsteps following behind you. Without acknowledging him, you pulled your keys from your pocket, hoping that maybe he forgot his own set and you wouldn’t have to deal with his drunken arguments tonight if you got inside before him.

Of course, you knew that was childish and cruel, because despite being upset with him, loving him was the only thing you knew how to do. You unlocked the front door, holding it open with your boot-clad foot as he stumbled his way behind you. As soon as he passed through the doorway, you continued on your journey to ignore him and tossed your keys on the counter.

“Hey,” Fred reached out, his warm hand landing on your arm, stopping you from running any further from him.

“What?” You snapped, immediately regretting the harshness of your tone. He recoiled at the sound, shocked that you spoke to him in such a way. Usually the two of you saw eye to eye on everything, and in your long standing relationship arguing had never been your thing. Until you left school, you were certain the two of you had never been angry at each other, ever.

“What the bloody hell was that about? I leave for a few hours, and the two of you get on like that? Does that happen every time I step out?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes again, wondering why this became such a problem in the few short months you’d been graduated.

“Merlin, Fred. You’re acting like you caught us in a broom closet.” You tried again to make your way to the bedroom, unwilling to argue a point he knew was blasphemous anyhow. “We were working, not fucking.”

“Yeah, but I bet you would’ve let him, right?” He grabbed your hand, spinning you back around to face him. He pulled you into him, his athletic build never leaving him even after he stopped playing quidditch. “Bitching and moaning cause I couldn’t be home to take you to dinner… if you were so upset, why didn’t you come to me, princess? Tell me what was wrong?” You could smell fire whiskey on his breath, feeling his chest heaving with anger against your own. As angry as you were, you couldn’t help but feel a rush of arousal run through you. The slight sneer on his face, the fire in his eyes, and the protective hold he had on you was sending your head spinning with thoughts much less pertinent to the topic at hand.

“Maybe I would have if you spared me the time of day.” You argued, finding yourself short of breath as you realized just how much he towered over you. “But, as it seems, you’ve been too damn busy to spare me a second glance.”

“Christ, when did you get so needy?” His rebuttal came easy, like he’d been waiting to have this fight for weeks. “Weren’t satisfied at home, so you thought my brother could do it for you?”

“Are you daft?” You hissed, feeling his fingers tighten on your hips. You hated that the feeling made you forget about your troubles, urging you to push the argument to the side and settle it in a better, more pleasurable way. “If that’s what I wanted, you think I’d be up here arguing with you?”

“That depends, sweetheart. Were you planning on getting caught?” He raised an eyebrow, the thud of his heart against his chest letting you know just how worked up he was. There was no way he truly believed you would do that to him, especially after all you had been through together. You wondered if maybe the lack of time spent with each other was getting to him, souring his thoughts because he missed you just as much as you missed him. “We may be identical, Princess, but he could never give you what I can.”

You hated to admit it, but for some strange reason, jealousy looked really good on him.

“What, a headache and a poor mood?” You decided to play his game if he wasn’t willing to listen to reason. If he wanted to fight, you could do it too. “I’m sure he could manage. In fact, he could probably do a hell of a lot more.” That seemed to strike a nerve in him, pushing him over the edge in an instant and changing the entire mood hanging heavy in the room. He no longer wanted to talk, but rather prove a point.

He took a step backwards, never easing his hold as he pushed you towards the kitchen table. He didn’t stop until your ass hit the edge, a mischievous look in his eye replacing the earlier annoyance. He had you locked in place, no intent to back down as he stared down at you over the bridge of his nose. Then, a small smirk turned the corner of his lips, leading you to believe he was also thinking of a much more simple way to solve your problems.

“Maybe you just need a reminder of who you belong to, yeah?” He asked, his voice quieter than it was before. You felt your mouth run dry, your eyes never leaving his as a dull ache between your legs began to pester you.

That would make you feel better, but he had pissed you off enough that you wanted to refuse him the satisfaction.

“Maybe we should get Georgie up here. According to you, he’d be the one to set me straight.” There was a slight venom in your tone letting him know you wouldn’t be letting anything go so easily. A low chuckle shook his shoulders, his eyes gleaming with a sinister look you weren’t sure you’d ever seen from him before that night. He shook his head ever so slightly, playing into you as he reached one arm behind you.

Your heart raced as you awaited a response, wondering if maybe you pushed him too far and crossed a boundary you could not double back on. You didn’t have to wonder long, because without a second thought, he cleared all of the items littering the table with one swift move of his arm. Papers scattered everywhere, floating through the air and landing all over the floor. Broken products and half finished merchandise for the shop tumbled off the edge, falling less than gracefully onto the tile below. Without ever breaking eye contact, he raised an eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“You think he can fuck you better than I can?” He asked, giving you the opportunity to change your mind.

“Right now? Yeah.” You spat, wondering if he’d ever drop the act and get on with his day. “Seems like all you want to do is get on my nerves.”

“Yeah?” He challenged, his face so close to yours you could feel his breath on your skin. The tip of his nose grazed your own, his normally warm and comforting irises engulfed by his lust-blown pupils. Or perhaps it was anger that gave him the new look—you weren’t quite sure. “You’d rather go home with him at night? Wake up next to him every morning? Is that really what you want, princess?” He taunted, knowing very well that your heart was his, even if he found himself caught up in a few moments of doubt.

Still neglecting to give him any gratification, you nodded your head despite the sickening feeling that washed over you at the thought. As if he called your bluff before you ever said it aloud, he laughed at the certainty in your action, which only seemed to anger you further.

“If that’s the case, seems like I’ve got my work cut out for me tonight.” He responded, brushing the comment off as if it were nothing. If there was one thing Fred couldn’t ever turn down, it was a challenge, and since coming upstairs with you, it was only further proven to him that’s all this was. “Maybe I’ve gotten too comfortable, sweetheart. After so long, you think you’d know that you’re mine, huh?” Before he continued his tyrant, he used his hands on your hips to lift you onto the table with ease. The ache between your legs had grown stronger, more intense and impossible to ignore. You could feel the wetness soaking through your panties, and the thought of his strong arms lifting you so carelessly only made you spiral further. “Maybe I expect too much of you.” He theorized, recognizing the gleam in your eyes because he’d seen it a thousand times before.

He let his hands trail under the hem of your jumper, settling on the button of your jeans as he undid it with ease. You never let your eyes trail from his face, realizing that no matter how upset you were, it could never take away from how much you loved him. He was beautiful, his fiery red hair and the freckles splattered across his cheeks and nose creating a perfect picture. The softness of his complexion and the gentleness hidden deep in his expression assured you that whatever the two of you were doing was nothing more than an act. He knew you were his just as well as you did, but he knew the only way to settle the (admittedly, misguided) fear was to hear you say it aloud.

You helped him pull the fabric from your legs, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lifted your hips from the table. He discarded the clothing on the floor, paying no mind to it as he returned his hands to your bare legs. His eyes searched your face, carefully looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead, he was met with a pleading expression that only seemed to fuel his too large ego even further.

“No matter,” he disregarded his earlier rant, his eyes growing heavy as his hand fell between your legs. His fingertips grazed the thin fabric separating him from your core, a shiver running down his spine as he noticed the arousal that had soaked straight through. “I don’t mind having to show you. Least I’ll get to have my fun too, yeah?” He applied slight pressure to your aching clit, watching to see your reaction. Your eyebrows knitted together, your lips parting slightly as your hips moved forward into his hand, your body betraying your mind and begging him for something more.

At that, a grin encased his face, happy to see that he hadn’t lost his touch, even if your lives were vastly different and ever-changing by the day. He knew exactly how to make you feel good, and he took pride in it.

“See, Princess? She’ll always tell me the truth.” He taunted, his voice quiet as his eyes trailed down to his hand. You swallowed hard, knowing he had you in a stalemate. “Tell me again, who do you think knows how to make you feel good? Who does it best?” He was on a power trip, unwilling to slow down until he heard you admit it. Still, you stood your ground, pressing your lips tightly together so not a single sound could pass through. His grin faded, slowly sinking into a scowl as your disobedience remained clear.

He removed his finger from you, tracing the hem of your panties as he hooked his finger through the side of the fabric resting on your hip. He awaited an answer, giving you the opportunity to change your mind. When you kept your stoicism, he gave one, hard tug on the lacy fabric until it snapped in two. He used his other hand to do it to the opposite side, giving himself easy access to you without hearing a complaint on your end.

“So you don’t care who’s between your legs?” He continued, unrelenting as you stared him down. “Doesn’t matter who, as long as there’s a cock in you? As long as someone’s taking care of your pretty pussy?” Your cheeks flushed, your chest burning as the filthy words washed over you. “Doesn’t matter, sweetheart. When I’m done with you, I’ll be the only person you can think of. Surely then you won’t be able to forget who you belong to.”

His hand connected with your bare cunt, his fingers trailing through your arousal and settling over your clit as he began to trace slow circles into the sensitive area. Your legs trembled at the contact, finally feeling some relief from the nagging sensation that had been taking over.

“Fuck. Fred.” You whispered, giving yourself away immediately. He let out a low hum, pleased with the sound and knowing he was the reason for it. He had you where he wanted you, and now he just had to keep up the pace. You could feel his hardening length against your leg, distracting you completely from the pent up anger and frustration.

“That’s it.” He encouraged, his middle finger sinking inside of you as he let his thumb take over on your clit. “That’s my girl.” He made sure to accentuate the claim, never once letting you forget it. “All you needed was a little help remembering.” Slowly, he pumped his finger into you, keeping time with his thumb as he began to work you towards a climax. “You want to say it for me? Tell me what I already know?” Instead of responding, you let out a whine, your hips bucking forward into his hand. Although it wasn’t what he was looking for, it was just enough for him to keep going.

He curled his fingers as he pumped them into you, begging for a reaction as your hand wrapped around his bicep for support. You felt the tense of his muscles as he worked at you, only pushing you closer to insanity. You were his, undoubtedly and wholeheartedly, and you would be crazy to ever want anyone else.

“Stubborn little thing tonight.” He remarked, his eyes focused on the point in which his hand met with you, never breaking his stare as he watched his fingers disappear into you. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Need more, Freddie.” You replied, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt the pleasure pulsing under your skin. It had been a long time since you felt him this way, and your impatience was quite clear.

“My little whore needs more?” He teased, applying a little more pressure with his thumb. A gasp fell from your lips, sending your upper half leaning forward until your forehead rested against his. “Asking a lot from someone you aren’t being very good for.” He chastised you for your behavior despite being the one that caused the problem in the first place.

“M’sorry, my love. S-so sorry.” You rushed out, his fingers brushing against the sweet spot inside you only he knew how to find.

“That’s not what I want to hear sweetheart, and you know it.” His tone was firm, unrelenting as he continued his torment. You let out a groan of frustration, wishing he’d quicken the pace and give you what you wanted, even though you refused to give in to him.

He leaned forward, closing the gap between your mouths as he grew tired of waiting for the words he wanted to hear. He tasted like the whiskey that had been fuelling his poor mood, sweet and bitter all at once as his tongue grazed your bottom lip. You hated how easy it was for him to turn you into a mess, hated how easy it was for him to make you forget you were angry at all. You pulled him closer to you, holding his arm tightly so he would not pull away. You were stubborn, but despite that, you were showing him everything he wanted to see through your actions alone.

You broke from the kiss as a particularly intense wave of euphoria pulled your stomach. Your forehead continued to rest on his, holding you upright as he continued to give you just enough to keep you satisfied.

“Say it, princess.” His voice was low, raspy and laced with desire as he watched you turn into a mess below him. “Tell me you’re all mine. Tell me I’m the only one who can make you feel like this.” Instead, you connected your mouths again, letting a desperate moan out at the same time. He drank in the sound, his cock throbbing as his hips jutted forward into nothing. He was almost more desperate than you were, which only allowed for you to take him less seriously.

“G-gonna have to try harder than that.” You found a peculiar pleasure in leaving him on edge, giving him a taste of his own medicine as he continued to torture both of you at once. “Show me why I should say it, Freddie. Seems like you’re all t-talk.” You stuttered, tripping over your words as you tried to keep your composure.

He withdrew his hand from you, making you cry out in frustration from the loss of pleasure. Your eyes met his, desperation written all over your face as you protested his actions. Silently, he sunk to his knees between your legs, pulling you to the edge of the table by your hips. He didn’t spare a single glance at your face before his tongue connected with your core, the warm wetness of his tongue even more pleasurable than the rough pad of his thumb.

You laid back on the table, your hands sinking downwards and tangling in the soft locks of hair. Although you were denying him of the statement he wanted to hear, you could not deny that your last argument was wholly untrue. Fred was determined to prove a point, and he was doing it well.

You weren’t far off from an orgasm, his tongue making quick work at pushing you to the edge. The sounds falling from your lips were telling of your current state, and as delirium began to set in, your defenses began to break down.

He suctioned his lips around your clit, adding his fingers to the mix and returning to his earlier pace to torture you further. Every nerve in your body was ablaze with desire, need seeping from every pore as you realized just how badly you needed the release. Sick of the game, you finally broke in fear he would leave you hanging yet again.

“Oh, god.” You gasped, your legs resting over his shoulders in attempt to stop the constant trembling of the lips. “I’m yours, Fred, fuck!” You exclaimed, a sheen layer of sweat forming over your forehead as the knot in your belly began to tighten. “Only you can make me feel this good. Nobody else.” You whined, your fingers tightening on the locks of hair as you began to tug at the strands. You could feel him smiling against you, happy to finally hear you admit the truth.

Pleased with your confessions, he curled his fingers against your g-spot one last time, generously giving you the very thing you’d been pleading for. In a mess, your entire body tensed as the pleasure took hold. The orgasm washed over you, leaving your heart racing against your chest and your head swirling with filthy thoughts for the boy between your legs. A hum of approval let you know he was more than happy with your performance, and he kept his pace until he felt you relax against the table below you.

Once he knew he’d gotten the most out of you, he rose to his feet, towering over you as you laid below him. In the dim moonlight, you could see your orgasm glistening on his chin, only furthering his cockiness as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip so he did not waste a drop of it.

“Always taste so sweet, princess.” He whispered, using one hand to free himself from his pants and his boxers. “And it’s all for me.” He continued, slipping his shirt from his head. He used it to wipe his face clean before tossing it on the floor to join the growing pile of clothes. With shaky hands, you lifted your upper half from the table and pulled your own jumper over your head. “Isn’t that right?” He stepped toward, settling between your legs as his hands ghosted over your bare thighs.

You let out a whimper, his grip landing on your already sore hips as his eyes raked over your entire frame. Your gaze flickered to his cock, hard and aching for relief as he continued to tease you. His fingers tickled your stomach as he trailed his touch upwards, his palm landing flat against your breast as he gave it a gentle squeeze. He let the pad of his thumb brush over your hardened nipple, sending another wave of pleasure through you.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He wasn’t playing anymore; he wanted to hear the words, and he was done with your obstinacy. He pinched your nipple between his thumb and forefinger,

“Yes,” you huffed, already forgetting the pleasure from your first climax as a whole new wave of need began to take over. “I’m yours, Fred. All yours.” You reiterated your earlier statement, now willing to do whatever he wanted of you to prove the point.

“Tell me how bad you want it.” He shot you a twisted little smile, almost as if he was getting off just from the thought of you begging for him.

“I need it, baby. Need to feel you, please.” You whined, reaching for his arms and pulling him closer. “Want you so bad, Fred. Been waiting all night for it.” You felt the tip of his cock connect with your cunt, his expression faltering as soon as he felt the wetness.

“God, you make it so hard to be upset with you.” He hissed the words through his teeth, using his hand to guide himself through your folds as he sucked in a sharp breath. He settled himself just over your already sensitive clit, pushing his hips forward ever so slightly to apply pressure to the spot. “Sound so pretty when you’re begging to be fucked.”

Slowly, he let his tip run back through your arousal, settling the head just at your entrance. He pushed himself forward, but just barely. You whimpered as you braced yourself for the feeling, only to be let down when he stopped himself from going any further.

“Fred,” you warned, catching his eye so he could see your desperate face. You hoped that if he did, he would stop being such a tease. “Please fuck me.”

“What was that?” He smirked, turning his head slightly so his ear was closer to you. “Didn’t quite catch it.”

“Fred, stop—“ you cut yourself off, letting out a huff of annoyance. You knew chastising him for his actions would only make him less likely to give in, even if it was incredibly hard to hold it back. “I need you to fuck me.” You repeated, clearer and louder in hopes of swaying his decision. “Can’t wait any longer, baby. Please.”

At that, he pushed forward the rest of the way, sending your entire body raising with goosebumps. The stretch as he filled you was exactly what you craved, and as he reached the hilt, his tip brushed against your g-spot so delicately that it almost made you come undone right then and there. Your eyelids grew heavy with satisfaction, focusing on how full you felt with him inside of you, knowing that he for certain would always be the one for you.

“That good enough for you, Princess? This is what you wanted?” He asked, letting himself rest inside you for a moment. He felt your walls flutter around him, pulling him even further and making it harder for him to resist you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, giving him a tired nod of agreement. You could feel him throbbing inside of, desperate for a release just like you had been moments before, but he was still trying to prove his point.

“Nobody else gets to have you like this, sweetheart. You’re mine.” He whispered, now sober from the alcohol but intoxicated by an even stronger, deadlier force; you. “He couldn’t fuck you like this, and you know it.” As he spoke, he withdrew his hips and slammed them forward into you again. The action stole the breath from your lungs, twisting your stomach with pleasure as your nails scratched over his skin.

He began at a pace, slower than normal but the force behind his movements making your head spin. You moaned quietly, lost within the feeling of being so close to him. He never failed to take your breath away, never failed to amaze you with his every move. You were so in love with him it sometimes felt like there was no room within your heart for anyone or anything else.

“Tell me, Y/N.” He ordered, his stare never wavering as he fucked into you. As much as he wanted to succumb to the sensation of you wrapped around him, he found it hard to push the thoughts of your earlier arguments out of his head. “You think he’d fuck you like this? You think he could make you feel this good?”

“No, Freddie.” You gasped, feeling the strength of his thrusts increase, sending the legs of the table wobbling. His fingers tightened on your hips, likely leaving behind angry red marks that would fade into reminders of him for days to come.

“That’s it, Princess.” He panted, his chest heaving as he tried to resist the pull of pleasure. “Don’t you think, not even for a second, that anyone can give you half of what I can.” You both knew this to be fact; nobody in the entire world could ever compare to him. “And why do you think that is?”

“‘C-cause I’m yours,” you managed to stutter out the response, watching him as the statement washed over. He brought his hand to your thigh, your legs wrapped tightly around you as he pulled you back on him with every thrust. His head fell back on his shoulders, the dim light of the room casting a beautiful hue over his already breathtaking features.

“That’s right,” he grunted, slamming his hips forward again. There was a thin layer of sweat sheen on his chest, the toned muscles of his abdomen flexing every time he moved. The exposed columns of his neck made your mouth water, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed back his own groans of pleasure. “Was that why you were mouthing off? You just needed someone to take care of you? Just needed me to fuck you?”

“God, yes.” You moaned, feeling the pressure in your belly begin to reach a peak.

“You gonna cum for me, sweetheart? All over my cock?” He smiled, looking down at you so he could appreciate the view. “Come on now, making a fucking mess of it.”

“Fuck,” you whimpered, his words hitting you hard and causing the tightening knot in your belly to tense even further.

“That’s my pretty girl. Just like that.” He continued to encourage you, studying your expression as pleasure began to twist it.

It didn’t take much more for you to descend into another orgasm, your entire body quivering as you cried out for him, singing his name like a hymn and he was the god in which you prayed to. Your throat was raw, raspy from the constant string of moans passing your lips. You were tired, almost too fucked out to continue on, but he was having none of it. He didn’t slow his pace as you came down from the high, instead speeding up and ensuring that he pulled your entire body down on him as he fucked into you.

“Freddie, please.” You breathed, feeling the threat of overstimulation begin to creep in. He would have had sympathy had he known you couldn’t take it, but he was confident in your ability to keep up with him.

“What’s wrong, Princess? Wanted it so bad and now you can’t handle it?” He asked, his eyes glazed over with lust as he felt himself approaching his own orgasm. You frowned at his words, now on a quest to prove your own point as you tried to ignore the stinging beginning to set in.

“I can t-take it.” You huffed, a shiver running down your spine as he reached upwards and palmed your breast. He gave the supple flesh a gentle squeeze, his eyes closing in bliss as he let himself slip out of the persona he had created.

“Being so good for me—just a bit longer now.” He whispered, his voice far away as his eyes settled over your face once more. “Bloody hell, Y/N.” he groaned, his forehead creasing as his eyebrows furrowed together. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

He slipped his hand between your legs, his thumb landing atop your clit. He traced slow circles, knowing you were a bit further behind him and unwilling to climax without giving you at least one more. He could see how tired you were, but it did not deter him from his commitment to pleasing you.

“I love you, Fred.” You whispered, softened entirely by the sweet look in his eyes. All of his previous anger fled, leaving him just as the boy you’d fallen so hopelessly for.

“I love you, sweetheart.” He hummed, his hips stuttering and his stature faltering. “Give me one more, yeah? I know you can do it.” And he was right, your entire body was ablaze with another orgasm much more powerful than the last two.

“Together?” You gasped, reaching up and settling your palm on his cheek.

“Yeah? You want to cum with me?” He encouraged your train of thought. “Want me to fill that pretty cunt? Really show you who you belong to?”

“Fuck yes, please.” You cried, your fingertips tangling in the locks of hair hanging over his ears. Your walls clenched around him, drawing him in and effortlessly finishing what you had started.

You felt his hips stall, a low growl leaving his lips as he pulled you down on him one last time. He managed to whisper your name as he spilled his release into you, the feeling of him filling you completely sending you spiraling on your own accord. You let out a defeated sigh, the tail end of it turning into a whine as your body went rigid. Your nails scratched at the skin of his arm, your hand on him the only thing keeping you tied to earth instead of floating up and through the clouds.

The both of you rode the high together, euphoria infiltrating every nerve in both of your bodies as he leaned down towards you. Ever so gently, he laid his head on your chest, which was still heaving as you tried to catch up from the lack of oxygen. He placed a plethora of small kisses against the warm skin, his eyes fluttering closed as he appreciated the comfort that came with your company.

Silence hung heavy between you for a few moments, neither of you sure where to go from there. You were still strung out on bliss, barely remembering what got the two of you in the position until he spoke again.

“M’sorry, sweetheart.” His voice barely broke through the room, so timid and shy that you almost missed it completely. “I know you’d never do that. Just got in my head, I s’pose.”

“I… I get it.” You sighed, twisting a lock of his hair. “If I walked in on that, after us being so.. you know. I’d likely feel it too.” You confessed. “I was upset that we had to cancel dinner. I am upset, but not at you.” You tried your best to explain yourself despite exhaustion eating away at your mind. “I’m just upset because I miss you. You’re so busy now, and I’m happy for you, really, but I miss you too.”

“You think I was bloody happy about it?” Fred chuckled, the tip of his fingers tracing shapes into your skin. “I’d much rather be here, with you.” At that, you relaxed completely, understanding that you had gotten too far into your own head. “It’s my favorite place to be. Always has been.”

“Mine too, Fred.” You hummed, smiling softly at the thought.

“I reckon I was a bit jealous, ‘specially at the thought of you and George spending so much time with each other. Would rather it be me, you know, sitting at the shop and laughing with you all night… taking you out for dinner… loving you.” Another gentle kiss was placed to your chest, just before he looked up to meet your eyes. The soft, warm, familiar sight made you feel at ease. He was back to being your Fred, the one you missed all along.

“Darling, you have nothing to be jealous about.” You promised, smiling as he placed a quick peck on your lips. “Though, if it means we get to have brilliant sex like that, by all means do what you have to do.” You explained. “Bloody brilliant, at that.” Without any further words, the two of you descended into a fit of laughter and the clouds that previously hung above your head seemingly cleared in an instant, easily proving to him there was really never a need to worry at all.

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babydaddy!rafe x mom!reader

| summary | You’re done waiting for Rafe to change. Taking your daughter Ellie, you decide it’s time to leave—but Rafe isn’t about to let you go that easily.

warnings: emotional distress, cursing

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The silence in the house felt suffocating, every moment dragging on longer than the last. You stood by the kitchen counter, staring down at the baby monitor, watching your daughter Ellie sleep soundly in the next room. The familiar weight of the conversation you knew was coming pressed down on you, the words you had been rehearsing in your head for days now sitting heavy on your tongue.

You had to do it. You had to say it.

Your body stiffened as you heard the front door creak open, followed by the familiar sound of boots hitting the hardwood floor.

“Where you at, baby?” Rafe’s voice, casual as ever, echoed through the house.

You didn’t respond immediately. Instead, you took a deep breath, gathering the courage. There was no turning back now.

“In here,” you called back, your voice barely above a whisper.

He appeared a moment later, his tall frame filling the doorway. His eyes locked onto you, his lips curling into that familiar smirk that always made you feel like he knew something you didn’t. His shirt clung to his broad shoulders, and his hair, a little disheveled from being out, only added to the careless charm that had always been part of him.

“You look like you’re thinking,” he teased, leaning against the doorframe with that nonchalant ease that made everything seem like a joke to him.

Your heart thudded in your chest. You couldn’t shake the feeling that he was waiting for you to back down. To change your mind.

“I am,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “I’ve been thinking a lot, actually.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow, his smirk slipping just a fraction. “Uh-oh. That doesn’t sound good.”

You could hear the playful edge in his voice, but the nerves in your stomach were churning. You had rehearsed this moment a thousand times, but nothing could prepare you for this.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the words out before you could talk yourself out of it. “I’m leaving, Rafe.”

For a moment, he froze. The smirk disappeared completely, and his posture stiffened. His eyes hardened, and you felt the air between you shift, growing colder.

“The fuck you mean you're leaving?” he asked, his voice low and tight, like he was trying to hold it together.

“I’m leaving,” you repeated, your voice steady but breaking underneath the weight of your own words. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Rafe’s eyes flickered to Ellie on the baby monitor, his jaw tightening as he processed what you said. He was quiet for a beat too long, and when he spoke again, it was with a coldness that sent a chill through you.

“You’re gonna take her, huh?” He shook his head, almost laughing, but it was hollow. “After everything?”

“Rafe,” you said, swallowing hard. “You’re not here. You’re never here when I need you. And Ellie—she deserves more than this. We both do.”

The words stung, and you could see it in his eyes—the flicker of anger, of frustration. He hated being told he wasn’t enough. But the truth was, you couldn’t keep living this way. Not for Ellie, and not for you.

“I’m here now,” he shot back, stepping into the kitchen with that dangerous glint in his eyes. “That mean anything to you?”

You shook your head, your voice trembling despite yourself. “It’s not enough anymore.”

Rafe’s hand slammed down on the counter, making you jump. He didn’t seem to notice. “So what? You’re just gonna walk away from me? From us?”

You met his eyes, your heart thundering in your chest. “What ‘us’?” you bit out, the words escaping before you could stop them. “You’ve been telling me you’re gonna change for months, Rafe. You said things were gonna be different, but they never are. And I can’t do it anymore. Not for me, and not for Ellie.”

His face darkened, his nostrils flaring with the force of his breath. “You think I don’t care? You think I don’t want this family?”

You closed your eyes for a brief second, fighting the tears that threatened to spill. “I know you do, but it’s not enough. You show up when it’s convenient for you, and then when things get tough, you just disappear. I can’t keep living like this. I won’t let Ellie grow up thinking this is normal.”

Rafe’s hands were clenched at his sides now, his chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths. He didn’t say anything at first, his expression unreadable.

“Where are you gonna go?” he finally asked, voice rough with the words he wasn’t saying.

“I don’t know yet,” you admitted, the uncertainty of it all making your stomach churn. “But I’m leaving, Rafe. I have to.”

He took a step toward you, his eyes hard. “You’re making a mistake.”

“You don’t get to decide that,” you whispered, feeling your own resolve strengthen, despite the hurt flashing across his face.

The room felt smaller now, the tension between you almost suffocating. You could feel the familiar pull between you—the shared history, the love that had once felt like it would never fade. But that love had turned toxic, and it wasn’t enough anymore.

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, his chest tightening. “I’m not gonna let you just take her,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“I’m not asking for your permission, Rafe,” you said, the words like fire in your chest. “I’m taking her because she deserves better than this. And I can’t keep waiting for you to change.”

For a moment, Rafe just stood there, his fists clenched at his sides, eyes burning with something darker than you had ever seen before. He wasn’t used to being told no. He wasn’t used to losing control.

“I’m not letting you do this,” he said again, his voice low and raw, but this time, there was something in it that almost sounded like desperation.

“Rafe,” you said quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. “You’ve had every chance. I can’t keep waiting.”

You turned toward the hallway, but before you could take another step, Rafe grabbed your wrist, his grip tight, almost painful.

“Don’t walk away from me,” he growled, his face inches from yours. “You’re mine, you get that?”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, but you couldn’t let him break you again. Not this time.

His words stung. Your silence said it all. Feeling that familiar pang in your chest because you know he's right. Rafe had carved his way so deeply into your heart that there was no space for no other man but him.

You walked away, heart pounding and your mind filling with doubt, wondering if this was the right choice.

[henry7931]

Carter’s Body Is A Party

Dan:

Ahhh shit! I think I fucked up. The crazy thing is— this isn’t even my body. It belongs to this 21 year old kid name Carter. Kinda a long story but I basically talked him into switching bodies with me. Well okay, I know how that sounds! Let me correct myself we mutually agreed to the swap but I initiated it. You see I’m 39 years old, single, handsome I might add. But when I met Carter, I felt like I had a chance to really live carefree again.

We were in a bar when I first laid my eyes on Carter a couple weeks back. I was sitting alone, I frequent this bar a lot since it’s in walking distance to my place and he was sitting by himself as well… l kept noticing that he was staring at me which felt good. He’s a good looking young guy. He looked liked the kinda guy I’d beg for attention from at his age.

Eventually he came up to me and offered to get me a drink. I tried to turn him down but he was so persistent. After a while of him flirting with me really hard, I decided to let my guard down.

We talked for hours at that bar, taking shot after shot. I eventually invited him to come back to my place.

That is where I had the bright drunken idea of us swapping bodies.

“Carter, you are sooooo fine,” I said to him drunkenly. “I think I want to be you…let’s swap bodies!! It would be sooo hot!”

He didn’t believe me at first but then I pulled out a magical ring that’s been passed down through my family.

We started to make out a bit and we both ended up stripping off all of our clothes down to our underwear.

I look at Carter’s young face… he said to me, “fuck, I hope this is real. I wanna be able to touch your body every morning.”

My dick got hard at the thought of being able to do the same in his. Carter ran his fingers through my chest hair and says, “you’re such a fine ass man Dan. I’d do anything…”

“Fuck well I’m about to make both of our dreams come true. You ready?,” I say putting on the ring.

“Fuck yeah!”

As I slid on the ring, I said his name aloud. I just a split second both of us passed out.

As I started to come too, I immediately knew I was Carter. I sat up and saw Carter filling up my chest.

I thought he would be freaked out. Instead he seemed so amazed.

I watch him navigate slowly with my hands… touching my chest, my nipples…

He worked his way down until eyes met my dick which was about to pop out of my underwear at any moment

“can I?,” he said with the softest tone.

“It’s your body right now.”

Carter pulled out my dick and began to fondle it in front of me.

I was so turned by his excitement about having my body. I got up and immediately started sucking my body off.

Carter watched me work my own cock for him. I felt my bigger hands run through Carter’s hair.

And I felt him pull back and grab his chin.

“Dan, let’s get in bed.”

I pull off his underwear and saw all of Carter’s naked body for the first time. His cock was long and eager. His pubes were trimmed down (unlike mine) and he had these cute tight balls.

Carter felt up and down his junk for me.

“Does your hands feel good on my cock?,” he says to me with a grin.

“Yeah it does,” I say back to him.

I look down at Carter’s legs and then at his sexy boyish feet.

That’s when Carter began to run my tongue up and down his shaft. I could feel my stubble glide across his ballsack.

“Fuck, I can tell this is going to be a long night!,” I say to him.

Carter and I fucked around for hours. We would take turns edging each other and showing one another how each other’s bodies respond. Neither one of us wanted to cum.

But I was the first one to blow my load. And he came shortly after me.

Both of us laid in bed licking cum off of each other. Shortly after I felt my naked body wrap its arms around me and we cuddled off to sleep.

By morning, we made an agreement. We keep each other’s bodies until one of us says we’re ready to swap back.

Listen, I knew I was going to go back to my life and my body at some point. I was just not prepared for the wild ride of Carter’s life.

I soon found out that was a college student who parties a lot!

I mean the schedule was already made for me. I’d go to his class which was a surprisingly easy for me. And then his friend sends in a text…

“A total rager is going down tonight boys!”

“Who wants to go out and hit the bars?”

“House party at my place tonight!”

It was nonstop and I couldn’t get enough of it.

It took me no time to get to know his friends but I do think it’s because I’m the best looking in the crew and I’m confident several want to get into my pants.

Which I may have let a few of them do so…

Although, they have noticed a difference in me. Which is that I have zero fear of showing off myself, especially this body.

Most nights I’d even refuse to wear a shirt!

I went from constant hook ups, hard core clubbing…

But then we went to a concert and I may have taken it too far…

All of us were having a good time when I came across this handsome guy.

“Sup! My names Carter,” I said to him with a grin.

“Hey, you’re cute. You wanna make out?,” said the handsome stranger.

“Fuck yeah!”

This guy and I made out for a while at the concert. Neither of us gave a fuck about anyone around us.

That’s when I felt him unbuckle my pants…

All I could think of in the back of my head was… am I really about to get my dick sucked out in the open at a concert???

Before I could even think, Carter’s dick was out of his pants and this guy was on his knees.

“Holy shit Carter!” I hear one of his friends say in the background.

The guy sucking me off was sooo good at it. I couldn’t even think straight.

“Dude! Carter!! The police!!!”

The second I came down this guy’s throat, the police came up and caught us red handed.

Luckily, I didn’t get charged with anything. But they did take me to jail along with the other guy.

We both sat quietly the entire ride.

And when they put us in a cell both of us sat awkwardly.

All I could say in that moment was, “man I messed up.”

The guy looked over at me nervously, “I did too Dan.”

It took me a second to register him using my real name.

“Carter?”

“Yeah it’s me…”

“What the fuck??!? Where is my body???”

“Well with this guy… I don’t know. It was a really dumb idea. He came over to your place. I showed him the ring and then the next morning I couldn’t find him in your body. Plus he stole your ring!”

“CARTER!!!”

“I’m sorry!!!”

I watched as the other handsome 20 something, cried his eyes out. I wanted to be so mad at him. But then I remembered just how foolish I’ve been in his body.

Shortly after one of Carter’s friends posted my bail and I ended up doing the same for the actual Carter.

Weeks passed while Carter and I tried our hardest to find my body. But unfortunately we had no luck. Carter and I eventually grew a fondness for each other.

I graduated college the following spring and Carter got a nice job with his body. It helped that the stranger that took my body was already somewhat successful in life.

Both of managed to get a nice place together. Although life seems kind of boring now, we do frequent a club on an occasion.

[blushweddinggowns]

Eddie was wide awake for the fourth night in a row while Steve’s voice streamed through the walls. Every passing second had his pathetic crush on the man dissolving more and more. The last bastion between Steve and Eddie telling him to fuck off. 

It took one last laugh for him to finally snap. He couldn’t take it for another second. He threw the covers back, marching out of his room to start pounding at Steve’s door.

He didn’t have to wait long. He could hear Steve scramble to open the door, tripping over himself before finally getting it open.

“What’s wrong?” Steve asked immediately, clearly concerned, “Are you okay?”

The reaction took Eddie aback. He didn’t- how did he not know what he was here for? 

Eddie barrelled right past it, his anger winning over his confusion, “Dude, you gotta shut the fuck up at night.”

Steve frowned at him, “What?”

“You gotta shut the fuck up at night,” Eddie repeated, crossing his arms over his chest. If he wanted to fight with him on this, Eddie was more than ready to play ball, “I can hear every goddamn word and I’m sick of it.”

Steve’s eyes widened, a blush crawling up his neck as he tried to stutter, “I-I-I didn’t-”

Whatever reaction Eddie had been expecting, it wasn’t this. But now that he started, he couldn’t stop. His brain refusing to catch up with the expression on Steve’s face, “And the showers at thee something? That’s gotta stop too. Can you not hear yourself? What’s your problem?”

“I-I didn’t think you could hear me!” Steve stuttered out, “I didn’t- oh god, you could hear everything?”

“Everything,” Eddie confirmed, his anger slowing down at Steve’s panic, “It’s not like I can recite your conversations but it’s enough to make sure I can’t fucking sleep.”

He could see Steve visibly relax at his words. Which was… suspicious. Maybe he should have been listening in at night instead of seething from exhaustion. 

Steve ran a hand through his hair, “I didn’t- I could never hear you! So I thought that you wouldn’t be able to hear me. I’m so sorry.”

“Yeah, so am I,” Eddie sighed, “What? You’ve never had shitty walls before?”

“Not for this price,” Steve shrugged, cringing at the look Eddie gave him, “Not that I’m complaining! You didn’t design the building.”

He looked sincere but Eddie’s lack of sleep had his filter evaporating. He pinched the bridge of his nose, hating that he was about to go full RA. But this wasn’t going to happen for another night, “So who keeps you up all night anyway?”

“It’s my job!” Steve rushed out to say, “And my best friend. She’s studying in France and we’re obsessed with each other. It’s the only time our schedules line up to talk. I didn’t even realize how loud I was being.” 

Great. Now Eddie was starting to feel bad. But he wasn’t ready to admit it yet, “You really didn’t know how loud the shower is? Don’t you hear that shit in the morning?”

Steve shrugged, “I’m a heavy sleeper.”

“Is your job like, sweat-inducing?” Eddie tried, “Or can a shower wait until before work?”

“The former,” Steve said quietly, shifting foot to foot, “It’s… a lot of movement.”

Eddie squinted at him, confused at what that could mean. Until it hit him. The cash, the late hours, his stupidly pretty face. The question spilled out of Eddie’s mouth before he could stop it, “You’re a stripper?”

Steve cringed at the wording, crossing his arms over his chest, “I’m a dancer.”

“At a strip club?”

“At a gay club,” Steve mumbled, clearly getting more uncomfortable by the second. 

Eddie didn’t notice. Too shocked at what he’d heard. He felt like his world had just been flipped on its head. Steve wasn’t supposed to- he wasn’t an option. Right?

“I didn’t think you were the gay for pay type,” Eddie said dumbly, cringing at the glare that earned him. Holy fuck he needed some sleep. Or a muzzle.

Steve stood a little straighter, his embarrassment replaced with an anger Eddie wasn’t prepared for, “First of all, I don’t fuck for money. Secondly, I’m not straight. I didn’t think that was something you’d have a problem with.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Eddie was fucking this up something fierce, gaping at Steve like a fish. He hadn’t been ready for him to turn the tables like this. He was supposed to be the dick here, not the other way around. 

Steve stared at him, clearly unimpressed with his lack of response, “Is that it? Because I’d like this conversation to be over now. Good night.”

from the first chapter of this fic (my holiday exchange fic! To be completed by the 14th deadline but I wanted to start posting whilst in the editing phase!)

also tag list for the official fic link! @faery-god @the-fatal-lozenge @nyeddleblog @my-love-of-books

(btw I only tagged who specifically asked for it because I don't wanna be annoying. But if you implied it and I missed you my bad! I'm just paranoid! Thank you everyone who has had an interest <3)

[probablyn0thuman]

Scars and Acceptance

Pairing | Jason Todd x FemReader

Summary | Jason just needs some time to realize is scars aren't that scary.

Warnings | NSFW, smut, size k!nk (if you squint), P in V, Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), Oral sex (Fem!Receiving), Fingering, Fluff, Aftercare, Scars and a smidgen of angst.

Words | ??

Notes | This is my first time ever posting a fic, please be patient if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, english isn’t my first language.

(I wrote most of this at 3am while listening to the Hamilton soundtrack).

You’d been dating Jason for a while. You knew about his… nighttime activities, they didn’t scare you much. You’d dated your fair share of criminals and scumbags, it was inevitable living in Gotham, a standard of the crime-ridden city. But when you got with Jason, you didn’t expect him to be so… polite and well-read for a crime-alley street kid.

It had been six months since you made it official, but you were yet to actually see him without a shirt on. He always made excuses like, “Babe, I have some nasty scars on my chest, I don’t wanna freak you out,” and “C’mon, it’s way too cold to sleep without a shirt on,” But of course you respected it, it was his body, you weren’t going to force him to do anything he didn’t want to.

Until one night, at his apartment, during an unusually heavy make-out session, he took his shirt off and threw it across the room before pulling you down on top of him before he could realise what he’d done, you pulled back and saw his chest. The ‘Nasty scar’ he’d told you about in full view. It looked like an autopsy scar, like someone had cut him open and stitched him back up purposely.

Jason pulled away, scrambling to get his shirt back on, “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean for you to see those.” But before he could get his shirt back on he felt your hand on his chest, over the scar. “Why are you apologising? You made it out like your scars were all mangled and horrid, that’s a surgical scar, Jay.” you point out, looking up at him with kind eyes. “But they’re… I don’t like them, they’re ugly.” he says, slightly flustered by your hand on his chest. “You don’t have to like them, Jay. Just know that I won’t hate you for having them.”

Jason pulled you into a tight hug, “Thanks, babe…” That night you two just went to bed instead of carrying on. He cuddled you to his chest and listened to your soft breathing as it lulled him to sleep.

A few months pass since that night and Jason decided he was finally ready.

It was a weekend you both had off, a saturday night to be specific. You were both cuddled up on his couch watching some cheesy romance movie Dick recommended Jason for ‘Date night.’ You were sat in his lap, softly making out and he ran his hands up your sides and through your hair. His tongue was in your mouth, exploring it and tangling with your own, enjoying your sweet taste. His hands start to wander as one of them cups your asscheek and squeezes, making you let out a whimper that sent blood straight to his crotch.

He could feel himself getting hard, and he knew you could feel it too as you straddled his lap, the movie now completely forgotten. He broke the kiss, looking up at you with hungry eyes, he wanted you. “Jay?..” you ask softly. “Baby, wanna move this to the bedroom?” he murmurs, giving you a wink. Your cheeks flush, was tonight the night? You nod and he picks you up and carries you bridal style to the bedroom.

He places you down on the bed softly and takes his shirt off, revealing his scars again. You could tell he was still a little insecure of them, but you decided against commenting on it. He looks down at you, his hands reaching for your own t-shirt, “Can I?” he whispers as you respond in a nod. His hands slide under the fabric and gently pull it off, exposing your breasts and stomach to the cold air. Your skin covers in goosebumps. He can’t help but gawk for a second before moving to touch you and cup your breasts. 

He moves to straddle you on the bed, “Gods, you’re beautiful..” he mumbles as he ducks down to take one of your nipples into his mouth. In response you let out a soft moan, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud, his other hand paying attention to your other breast. Your hand comes down to card through his hair as he switches his attention to your other breast and you let out another moan, louder this time.

He sits up from his worship on your breasts and toys with the waistband of your pants and you nod, mumbling a quick “yes” as you capture his lips in a fiery kiss. He unbuttons your pants and you lift your hips to help him slide them down your legs. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he mumbles, running his large hands down your sides, making you shiver.

He slides your panties down your legs, revealing yourself to him. “You’re so wet, sweetheart,” he groans, ducking his down between your thighs. Your hand resumes its place in his hair as he licks a long stripe up your pussy. He continues his feast between your legs, he slides one finger inside of you, curling it to hit the right spot, making you let out a loud gasped moan.

His tongue circles your clit, the feeling was amazing, he ate pussy like an expert, and you were glad for it. He slides another finger in, curling it to match the other. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening, that familiar feeling of euphoria close. “Jay, I’m gonna-” you moan as he speeds up. “Come on, sweetheart, give it to me,” he groans against your pussy. You came pretty soon afterwards, him catching every drop with his mouth like it was his life source.

He crawled up from his spot between your legs, caging you in with his huge arms. You pull him down for a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue, tasting your sweet juices on his mouth. Your own hands reach down this time to unbutton his pants eagerly. He helps you slide them off and then moves you to straddle him. You grind against him through his boxers, “Gods, sweetheart,” he growled, hastily taking his boxers off and discarding them. His cock was big, bigger than any you’d seen before. It was long and girthy and veiny. You weren’t really sure if it would fit.

“Jay, is it gonna fit?” You ask timidly, taking it into your hands and stroking him. “Yeah, we just need to go slow, sweetheart.” He murmurs reassuringly, moving you to position over his cock. He slowly slides into your hole, inch by inch. “Ah- Jay, it's too big-” you gasp, he stops halfway to let you get used to it. After a few seconds the sting starts to fade and you give him a nod to keep going. He slides the rest inside, bottoming out quickly. “Ugh, sweetheart, you’re so tight,” he groans, gripping your waist to keep you steady on top of him. About a minute later he starts to move, slowly thrusting in and out of you. A cacophony of moans and whimpers leaves your mouth, mingling with the sound of his groans. You loved that he trusted you enough to do this with you, but most of all, you loved him. Every part of him, even the scars he hated so much.

“Ugh, babe, I’m- Oh my god, I’m so close, babe-” you whimper, the pleasure overtaking you as he hits that sweet spot over and over again. “Its ok, come for me, sweetheart, I’m close too.” He groans as he continues his movements, faster. It didn’t take long for you to come over his cock, him colouring your walls a sticky white soon after.

You don’t notice when he pulls out, coming too when you hear the sound of the tap from the bathroom sink running and when he comes back into the bedroom with a damp cloth and a glass of water. “Are you ok, sweetheart? I didn’t go too hard, did I?” he says, handing you the glass of water and watching you take a sip. “I’m ok, babe.” you answer, you notice he put his boxers back on at some point, did you really black out for a moment? You wouldn’t really doubt it if you did.

You’re snapped out of your internal monologue when he presses the damp cloth to your sticky thighs and between your legs, cleaning you up. “Thanks, jay,” you mumble, feeling extremely tired after your activities. “It’s the least I can do, I gotta make sure you’re ok, sweetheart.” He flashes you a smile, one that made him look kind of prince charming-esque. You smile back as he climbs into bed with you, surrounding you with his strong arms in a big hug.

“I love you, babe..” you mutter against his shoulder as you drift off to sleep. “I love you too, Sweetheart.” He says, playing with your soft hair as he watches you sleep, settling in soon after and being lulled to sleep aswell, the movie in the other room completely forgotten about. He’d have to tell Dick they’d watch it another time, he couldn’t remember what it was even about by now.

Ahhhh, that was my first fic! I hope you liked it! Please, if you have any, give me some things I could add to make my writing better and send me requests on my account!! ❤️

Also if anyone wants to be a beta reader, hit me up!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Sum of All 15

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Steve Rogers

Part of the mob drabbles au

Summary: you are given an unexpected assignment.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You find the kitchen. There’s a woman there. She looks just as surprised as you. 

You scuff to a stop across from her and give a toothy smile, “hi.” 

She hesitates, “good morning...” Her confusion nestles in her forehead. “Friend of Thor’s?” 

You think about it, “I know him. Sorta.” 

She pokes her tongue between her lips thoughtfully, “I’m not his wife. Yet. If you and him are... you know...” 

“Huh? Oh, no. No.” You show your palms. “That’s definitely not it. A friend of a friend, really.” 

“Ah,” she looks almost disappointed that you’re not sleeping with her ‘not husband yet’. “Oh, you must be one of the guests.” 

“I guess I would,” you nod. “I’m not tryna impose but do you have somewhere I can hide.” 

“Hide?” She echoes. 

“Um, I just need space. To think. You gotta know how it is. Right? Girl power?” You cringe. 

She snorts, “alright, I can find you somewhere, but you know, they don’t give up.” 

“They?” 

“The men. These type of men,” her tone turns dire. “You want some coffee? I just made a pot. Be nice to have. Alone.” She turns to open a cupboard, “At least, I imagine so.” 

“Sure, uh,” you sway and look over your shoulder. “My caffeine addiction is a bit of a bitch. Pardon my language.” 

She pours into a clear double-walled mug and nears. She wears a robe that’s too big for her. It must be Thor’s. Oh, you shouldn’t think too hard about that. 

“So, you’re with Rogers, was it? How long have you been together?” She hands over the mug and beckons you to another doorway. 

“Together? No, I work for him. I’m an accountant.” 

“Uh huh, he just brings his accountant everywhere?” 

“Well, he’s doing business with Thor, right? So I’m here to do numbers.” 

“Loki can do those and he doesn’t really seem like the type for teamwork,” she says. 

“Sure, uh, but... I don’t know.” 

“You like flowers? I think your best bet is the gazebo but I can always find some dark corner inside,” she says. 

“Oh, outside would be nice. Maybe the fresh air will help with the fainting.” 

“Fainting?” She wonders. 

“It’s nothing.” 

“If you say so,” she shrugs. 

“Oh, by the way, I’m Queenie. Obviously I’m... with Thor.” 

“Uh, yes, hi,” you introduce yourself in turn. 

“Out here,” she guides you through a back door and down a winding path. You marvel at the scenery. 

“Wow, this place is so amazing. You really live here?” 

“Sure do. At least I can appreciate the flowers,” she agrees. 

She doesn’t sound especially elated with her circumstance. You can relate to that. You come up next to her and balance your mug. 

“You know, he totally ruined my job.” 

“Hm?” She hums. 

“Steve. I was supposed to start a new one and he made me come here instead.” 

She takes you around to a gazebo and stops at the lower step, “these kinda men also don’t hear no, do they?” 

“Yeah, super annoying. Erm, thanks for the coffee. Sorry if I got in your way.” 

“Not at all. I’d love to stay and hide with you but... better if I don’t,” she glances toward the house. “If I see him, I never saw you.” 

“Thanks,” you blow out in relief. “I owe you.” 

“Nah,” she waves you off. “Girl power, right?” 

“Yessssss,” you grin. 

She turns and traipses away, in no hurry to get back to the house. You climb the steps, careful not to spill, and sit on the bench against the wall. The smell of pollen and leaves tickle your nose. It’s as calm as you’ve been in days. Weeks, even. 

As you ruminate with your coffee, you think about Queenie and what she said. How could she think you and Steve are together? From what you gather, he just broke up with someone. Peggy? You can’t keep track. 

You empty the mug and leave it on the bench. You watch the birds from between the vine canopy around the gazebo. The day shifts and your stomach stirs. You are hungry. 

You sit and take out your phone. Your battery is low. You should save it.  

You’re just so frustrated with everything. Not just Steve but yourself. What’s going on with you that you can’t stop passing out like some damsel in distress? I mean, he is scary but he hasn’t hurt you. Yet. 

Oh stop that! You’re just here to count. That’s your job. It’s the one thing you know how to do. 

You pace around restlessly. You can’t stay here forever. You know that the longer you do, the worse it will be. You’ll be awkward at best and he’ll be angry at most. But he deserves it! How can he just ruin your whole life because he wants to make some shady deal with a criminal like him? 

“So, you going to sleep out here or what?” Steve’s timbre makes you trip and you turn to face him. 

He stands at the bottom of the stares, arms crossed, jaw set. You can’t see all of him but he still looks massive. And dangerous. 

You glower and shake your head. You’re not ready. Yet, what choice do you have? You’re starting to understand those things Queenie said; or rather, didn’t say. 

“You’re just gonna give me the silent treatment, huh?” He climbs the stairs heavily so you flinch with each step. “I don’t get it. Got you nice clothes, took you on a nice trip...” You shake your head and angle so your shoulder is to him. “I been nice to you, sweetheart. It’s why I don’t get this fainting business. I haven’t been violent to anyone who didn’t deserve it.” 

You lower your chin and stare at your lap. The things you want to say might just earn his violence. So you’re better off to stay quiet. 

“We have an agreement. You gotta do the numbers,” he nears, a shadow mirroring your own. “So...” 

“I had an agreement with someone else!” You stand and stomp your foot. “I had a job, an apartment, I had--” You blink and gulp, filling your cheeks with air as you catch your exasperation. You back up and shake your head. “Sorry... no, I’m not sorry. But I am...” you gesture helplessly. “Why me? Why do I have to come here? I didn’t want to!” 

You dare to look at him. You can’t read his face. His eyes flick up and down. He pushes his jacket back and slides his hands in his pockets. 

“Cause I wanted you to.” 

“Because-- because—that's it? Because you felt like it?” 

His cheek dimples and he clicks your tongue, “are we being honest, right now? Is that what this is because you’re toeing a lot of lines, sweetheart.” 

Your lips thin and you hug yourself. “I guess.” 

“Alright, let’s be honest,” he steps closer and the back of your legs touch the bench behind you. “I think you’re cute. I like the way you get all wobbly-headed and I like catching you when you lose it. It’s fun.” 

“Fun?” You scoff. “It’s not--” you blink and shake off the ripple in your vision, “no...” 

“It’s gonna happen now, isn’t it?” His mouth slants. 

“No,” you argue and raise your hand, extending your arm to keep your balance. You reach behind you and slowly sit. “I’m not going to pass out.” 

“Oh, you’re not? Not knowing that I like to toy with you,” he gets even closer, bending to look you in the face. “That I’m not even close to done with you?” You inhale deeply as that woozy glaze fogs your head. His eyes are so blue, so bold. He grabs your chin. “That I’m gonna play with you until you’re broken and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop me.” 

You gurgle and latch onto his wrist. He chuckles as you try to pull him off of you, instead leaning into him as your brain speckles hotly. Oh no. Your lashes flutter and stick as he eases you forward. Your body slackens and you’re hurled into the blackness once more. 

[callme-holly]

Heyy, I was wondering if you could do a dally x reader similar to your darry x drunk reader as I found it really sweet. But instead Dallas is teasing her for being such a lightweight at first but then she starts feeling sick and is a sad drunk so she starts spilling a lot of bottled feelings and he gets really worried about everything shes saying and just takes care of her. Ty<3

𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 [𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

solace: (n.) a source of comfort or relief during a time of distress or sadness; the feeling of peace found amidst chaos.

𝐚/𝐧: this was meant to be posted yesterday but i had a bunch of stuff to do, sorry y'all!!

The room was swirling and spinning around you, your eyes heavy and your body aching all over. Your stomach was churning violently, and the telltale ache behind your eyes had already begun, throbbing in a way that made you groan in protest.

The curtains were thankfully drawn, and you didn't protest as Dallas laid you down gently on the mattress, a small smirk playing on his lips as he stepped away.

“Never knew you were such a lightweight.” He muttered, looking down at you with a look that was akin to amusement. You groaned again, trying to sit up, only for him to gently push you back down, his expression quickly shifting.

“Nah, don't try to get out of bed yet. You can hardly walk, doll. Don't need ya fallin' on me.” 

You weren’t going to argue that; you weren’t sure you could even stand without his help, and your whole body felt like a lead weight. 

“I’m okay…” you insist, your words jumbled and slurred, spoken so slowly that they’re almost incoherent. “Just—just need a minute.” You needed much longer than a minute. Your stomach was rolling like waves crashing onto a shore, and Dallas’ room continued to spin, almost as if you were on a merry-go-round. It was too bright, too hot, and you suddenly felt bile rise in your throat. The nausea hit you hard and quickly, and Dallas must have sensed it quicker than you had, because before you know it, there's a trash can in front of you and you're retching into it, feeling nothing short of miserable.

Dallas doesn't say a word, and once your certain you have nothing left in your body, the sickness is replaced with an overwhelming sense of sadness. Tears spring to your eyes, and it takes everything inside of you to keep from crying, swallowing past the lump in your throat as you slouch back against the bed. 

You feel exhausted, drained, and suddenly incredibly emotional, and you look up at Dallas through teary eyes, sniffling softly.

“Sorry,” you whisper, and he shakes his head, reaching out to tuck some stray hair behind your ear. 

“No… Don’t apologise. You’re okay.” He brushes the damp hair back from your forehead, settling down beside you and brushing away a tear you hadn't known you'd let slip. "Do you... want me to get you anything?” he asks slowly, and you shake your head, swallowing heavily.

"No..." you breathe shakily, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm wraps tightly around you, and you snuggle closer into his side, letting the comforting smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne envelop your senses. Your stomach continues to churn, despite the fact that you've emptied it entirely of its contents, and all you want to do is sleep, to get away from the thoughts that have suddenly begun swirling around your head. 

Dallas ran his fingers through your hair, his breathing slow and steady, and you find yourself matching it, letting his quiet, gruff mumbles lull you into a calm state, slowly but surely dashing away the oppressive thoughts clouding your mind.

“Dally…” you whisper, your voice still rough and raw from the sickness, and you smile slightly when he hums softly in reply.

He lets out a breath, shaking his head slightly. “Ya need rest. 'S alright to be tired, doll.” He says after a few minutes, and you nod, relaxing further into him as exhaustion begins to take over.

The party downstairs continues, the music still blasting loudly, some old country song that you have no doubt Buck has chosen, but the notes are muffled through the walls, and in that moment it’s just you and Dallas. Just him, with his arms wrapped around you, and your head tucked beneath his chin, where it rests comfortably. It feels safe and secure, and you close your eyes, inhaling deeply and finally letting yourself drift off to sleep. 

[lvnleah]

very first ‘sleepover.’

a cute little long one of Steph and Roo having a sleepover <33

“Are you sure she’ll be alright?” Viv asked Beth as they gathered their bags by the front door. 

Tonight you were having a ‘sleepover’ with Steph while Beth and Viv went away to London for the night. It wasn’t really a sleepover as you weren't going anywhere but you decided that it was. 

You would’ve gone to Steph’s house like a typical sleepover but Viv and Beth decided it’d be best if Steph came to their flat instead. It was the first time you’d be sleeping away from Viv and Beth together. You’d slept away from Beth while with Viv and vice versa but never away from the couple at the same time. 

Beth sighed, “Viv, she’ll be fine. She loves Steph, but it’s only for a night. I mean look at her, she’s loving it already.” She smiled, nodding in the direction of the living room where you were currently jumping up and down on the sofa while Steph stood in front of you. 

You were clearly in your element, with Calvin jumping around your feet while Myle wagged her tail at the fun. 

Viv watched, her expression softening as she saw you grinning, your face full of the pure joy only a five-year-old could have when a sleepover was involved.

“I guess so,” Viv muttered, though there was a slight tremor in her voice. She pulled her bag over her shoulder, still unsure. “It’s just… we’ve never really left her overnight before without one of us. I keep thinking about it, what if something happens?”

Beth stepped closer, “Viv, you’re an incredible mum, but sometimes we all need a break. Rory will be fine with Steph. Trust me, she’ll be spoiled with all the attention tonight.”

Viv nodded, though she still seemed a little uneasy. “I know. I just hate that we can’t be here if she needs us.”

Beth smiled, brushing a lock of hair from Viv’s forehead. “That’s the thing though, love. She doesn’t need us right now. She’s with Steph, she’s safe, and she’s having fun. We’ll be back tomorrow morning before you know it.”

Viv finally exhaled, giving Beth a small smile. “I guess you’re right.”

Beth smiled warmly, giving Viv’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “She’ll be fine. And we will be too. Now, go say your goodbyes.”

Viv lingered for another moment before turning back toward the living room, but her steps were slower, more reluctant. You were still jumping on the sofa, grinning from ear to ear.

“Roo, we’re going now,” Viv said as she crouched down to your level, “Be good for Steph yeah? Don’t stay up too late and if you need me or Mummy as Steph go call us.”

You nodded eagerly, your excitement barely contained. “Okay, Mamma! I’ll be fine. I’ve got Steffy, Calvin, and Myle!”

Viv couldn’t help but smile at that, ruffling your hair gently. “Okay. Have fun, little one.”

Beth stepped up beside her, “We’ll be back in the morning. Don’t forget about us, okay?”

You shook your head. “I won’t! I’ll miss you! But… I’m having a sleepover!”

Viv smiled softly at you, “I know you’re excited, but remember, if you feel anything strange or get scared, you can always call us, alright?” She gave you a quick hug, squeezing you tightly before standing back and letting Beth give you a hug and a kiss on the forehead.

Beth nodded, ruffling your hair one last time. “And we’ll bring you back some surprises tomorrow. Just try not to get too carried away, okay?”

You smiled up at them. “I won’t! I’m the boss of this sleepover now!” you declared proudly, and both Beth and Viv laughed softly, their worries starting to fade just a little bit.

“Call us if you need anything,” Viv told Steph, “and don’t let her stay up too late please, otherwise she’ll turn grumpy.”

Steph waved her off, “Please she’ll be fine with me! Go, go and have fun!”

Beth smiled and held out her hand to Viv, offering her a gentle squeeze before guiding her toward the door. “Let’s go, love. We’ll be back before you know it.”

Viv took one last look back at you, already bouncing on the couch again, urging Calvin to jump higher, and Myle wagging her tail as if she was excited too. “Okay, we’ll be back before bedtime, I promise. Be good, sweetie.”

“Bye Mamma! Bye, Mummy!” you cheered, your arms already wide for the next round of jumping and playing.

Steph smiled, “Well, looks like we’re in charge now, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes wide with excitement. “Yes! It’s gonna be the best sleepover ever!”

Steph chuckled and sat down beside you on the sofa, glancing over at Myle, who had now stretched out comfortably at her feet. “You’re the boss, Roo. What’s first on the agenda huh?”

“Umm…can we take Myle and Calvin on a walk to the park?!” You asked, jumping up off of the sofa, “Then umm…bake cookies! And watch a movie…we should watch Rapunzel!”

Steph smiled, nodding at your list of demands. “Alright, Roo. A walk to the park it is, then cookies and Rapunzel—sounds like the perfect plan. Let’s get the doggy’s ready!”

You bounced in place, your energy practically spilling out of you as you scrambled toward the door. “Come on, come on! Let’s go!”

Steph followed at a slower pace, grabbing the leashes for Myle and Calvin. “Alright, alright, slow down there, Roo. I don’t think the dogs can keep up with you at that pace.”

You giggled, holding out your arms to Myle, who padded over, tail wagging in excitement. “Myle and Calvin are like super fast!”

You slipped your shoes and coat on while Steph clipped the leashes onto the dogs and opened the door, allowing you to rush outside with a burst of energy, both dogs pulling excitedly at their leashes to follow you.

The walk to the park was full of you racing ahead, with Calvin bounding happily in front, Myle trotting along at a steady pace beside you. You chattered about everything and nothing, pointing out every squirrel and bird that crossed your path.

“Steffy! Look at this pretty flower!” You smiled, rushing over to her with the little Daisy in your hand. 

Steph gasped, “That’s so pretty, Roo! Let’s get a photo for your Mamma’s and then head to the slide yeah?”

“Make sure Twix is in it!” You told her, making sure she could see Twix’s face. 

You beamed, holding up the flower proudly as Steph took out her phone. “Say cheese, Roo!” she said with a grin as she snapped a photo of you, the flower in your hand and a huge smile on your face.

You giggled, looking at the picture on the phone. “Mummy and Mamma are gonna love it!” You carefully tucked the flower into your coat pocket, ready to show it off later.

Steph laughed as she held out her hand. “Alright, let’s go hit the slide. Race you there?”

You didn’t need any more encouragement. You shot off toward the playground, your little legs moving faster than Steph could follow. “Catch me if you can!” you called back, your giggles trailing behind you.

Steph, with Myle and Calvin trotting along beside her, followed at a more leisurely pace, pretending there was no way she could catch you at full speed. “I’ll get you next time, Roo!”

At the playground, you climbed up the steps to the slide. You looked back at Steph, who was still standing at the bottom, watching you with a smile. 

“I’m gonna go super fast!” you shouted before sliding down, your laughter filling the air as you reached the bottom. “Catch me, Steffy!”

Steph caught you at the bottom. “Great job, Roo! You’re getting so good at that!”

You grinned up at her, already climbing up to do it again. “I wan’ to go again! And again! It’s so much fun!”

Steph shook her head with a smile. “Alright, alright, but not too many times, we’ve got cookies to bake!” She crossed her arms playfully. “The sooner we finish at the park, the sooner we can make those cookies and watch Rapunzel.”

You paused mid-climb, the mention of cookies instantly shifting your focus. “Okay, okay, last time! But I’m gonna make the biggest cookie ever!”

After a few more rounds on the slide and some time spent chasing the dogs around, Steph called it time to head back. You reluctantly agreed, but your mind was already on the cookies you were going to make.

On the way home, you kept talking about how you would decorate the cookies and how you were going to save one for Mummy and Mamma. 

When you got back inside, you rushed to the kitchen, excited to start the next part of the night. Steph followed you, chuckling as you scrambled to get everything ready.

“Okay, Roo, first things first—let’s wash our hands, yeah?” Steph said as you ran to the sink to splash water on your hands.

Once your hands were clean, Steph pulled out the ingredients, and you eagerly helped her mix everything. She pulled up a chair so you could reach the bowl. You added in the flower and the butter but some of it ended up spilling on the side. 

“Can I add the choc chips?” You asked, bouncing up and down, your eyes wide with excitement.

Steph smiled, nodding. “Of course! You can make them however you want. Let’s make the cookies extra nice for Mummy and Mamma!”

You nodded eagerly and started shaping the dough into little circles, your tongue sticking out in concentration as you rolled them into perfect cookie shapes. Waiting for the cookies to bake felt like forever but after a bit of colouring, they were finally ready. 

“Okay, little Roo!” Steph said as she grabbed the tray out of the oven, “We need to let these cool for a little bit! How about we order some pizza for dinner?”

“Pizza!” You squealed, “I wan’ just cheese please!”

“Just cheese?” Steph checked, getting a nod from you, “sounds perfect! Why don’t you go play and I’ll order the pizza yeah?”

While the cookies cooled and Steph ordered the pizza, you played with the dogs. Calvin and Myle happily chased a ball around the living room, you laughed every time one of them barked at you for you to throw it again. You even managed to convince Steph to join you for a quick game of pretend football, with Calvin happily “participating” by running after the ball now and then.

Finally, a knock at the door signalled the arrival of the pizza. You dropped the ball mid-throw and rushed over, bouncing up and down with excitement. “Steffy, the pizza’s here! The pizza’s here!”

Steph laughed, heading to the door to pay the delivery person. “Alright, Roo, hold your horses! Let’s get this inside before Calvin tries to steal it from us.”

You giggled, eyeing Calvin, who was sniffing the air eagerly as Steph brought the warm pizza boxes into the kitchen. Steph placed the boxes on the table, lifting the lid to reveal a cheesy pizza, just like you’d requested. “Alright, Chef Roo, dinner is served!”

You climbed onto your chair, eyes wide as you took in the delicious sight. “Thank you, Steffy! It looks so yummy!”

The two of you settled in, munching on slices while Calvin and Myle sat obediently by your side, hoping for a stray piece of crust. Between bites, you chatted about the cookies, your park adventures, and all the things you wanted to do after dinner.

“After pizza, can we decorate cookies and watch Rapunzel?” you asked, already planning the rest of the evening in your head.

Steph nodded, “Absolutely. And don’t forget, you still have that flower for Mummy and Mamma. We’ll put it somewhere safe so you can show them first thing in the morning.”

Finally, after what felt like hours of waiting, the cookies were cool. You eagerly watched as Steph placed them down on them on the little plate. 

She set up a little decorating station on the table, and you began to carefully place the sprinkles, chocolate chips, and icing on your creations, making them as colourful and beautiful as you could.

“Look! I made this one extra special for Mummy!” You said, holding up a cookie with a carefully decorated smiley face.

Steph leaned over, nodding with a grin. “That one’s perfect, Roo. Mummy and Mamma are going to love it.”

Once all the cookies were decorated, you proudly arranged them on a plate. “Now we watch Rapunzel!” You declared, excited for the next part of the sleepover.

As you snuggled under the cosy blanket, the bright lights from the TV screen flickering in the dimly lit room, you quickly became engrossed in Rapunzel. The colourful scenes filled with magic and adventure captivated you, your little fingers clutching Twix. But as the movie continued, you felt your eyelids growing heavy. You leaned against Steph, her arm around your shoulders, as you snuggled close to her. 

Halfway through the movie, your eyes fluttered shut. Your head bobbed as you fought to stay awake, but soon enough, you dozed off, the sound of the movie fading into the background as you peacefully slept against Steph.

Steph glanced down at you, noticing that you had fallen asleep. She smiled softly, brushing a lock of your hair from your face. She carried you to your room and laid you down in your bed with Twix. She carefully adjusted the blanket around you so you were extra snug. 

But a few hours later, you stirred, waking up suddenly in the middle of the night. You shifted before realising you no longer wanted to sleep in your own bed. 

You stood up, rubbing your eyes. The sleepover had been so fun, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. You quietly tiptoed down the hall, your little feet making no noise against the hardwood floor. When you reached Steph’s room, you softly knocked on the door before opening it a crack, peeking inside.

Steph, still awake and scrolling on her phone with Myle and Calvin at the bottom of her feet, looked up, startled at first. But when she saw you standing there, her expression softened. “Hey, Roo. What’s up?”

You shuffled in, rubbing your eyes again as you held Twix. “Can’t sleep,” you mumbled. 

Steph set her phone down and smiled at you. “C’mere,” she said as she patted the space beside her on the bed. 

You slowly climbed up next to her, Steph helping a little by lifting your tired body up. You snuggled into the blankets with a tucked under your chin. Steph wrapped her arm around you, offering you the same comfort as she always gave.

“Are you okay, Roo?” she asked softly.

You nodded but then shook your head slightly. “I miss Mummy and Mamma,” you confessed, your voice quiet. “I’m having fun, but I miss them.”

Steph smiled gently and squeezed you a little tighter. “I get it, Roo. They’re probably missing you too. But you know what? You’re really brave for doing this sleepover without them! And they’ll be home in the morning.”

You nodded, feeling a little better, though still sleepy and a little homesick despite being home. “Yeah,” you whispered, your eyelids growing heavy again. “Can I sleep in the big bed?”

Steph chuckled softly, brushing a comforting hand over your hair. “Of course you can, Roo. You’re the boss of the sleepover, remember?”

You smiled, letting out a tiny yawn as you snuggled closer to Steph, pulling Twix under your arm and nestling into the soft blankets. Feeling safe and warm next to Steph, the homesick feeling began to fade, replaced by the gentle comfort of her presence.

Steph adjusted the blanket over you, making sure you were tucked in nice and snug. “You did so well tonight,” she whispered, almost as if she were talking to herself. “Your Mummy and Mamma are going to be so proud of you.”

Steph stayed awake a little longer, making sure you were settled before she finally closed her eyes, drifting off with you still curled up beside her.

When morning came, the first light of dawn peeked through the curtains, waking you gently. The bed beside you was empty and the door opened a tiny bit. 

You blinked sleepily, rubbing your eyes as you sat up and glanced around. The room was quiet, except for the soft snoring of Myle and Calvin, who were curled up at the foot of the bed. You looked toward the door, a little confused, wondering where Steph had gone.

“Steffy?” You mumbled as you sat up, holding Twic tightly under your arm like usual. 

Steph heard your tired little voice coming from the bedroom as she sat on the sofa. She instantly placed her phone down and made her way to the bedroom as she heard you calling for her. 

She entered the room with a warm smile, seeing you sitting up with sleepy eyes, clutching Twix. “Morning, sleepyhead,” she whispered softly, coming to sit on the edge of the bed. “Did you sleep well?”

You nodded, rubbing your eyes with a small yawn. “Yeah… but where were you?”

Steph chuckled, moving a piece of messy she away from your forehead. “I was just out in the living room waiting for you to wake up, Roo.”

You glanced around, still a bit groggy, but then your eyes lit up. “Are Mummy and Mamma home yet?”

She gave you a reassuring smile. “They’ll be here soon. How about we get some breakfast and get ready for the day while we wait for them?”

Your face brightened, and you scrambled out of bed, holding Twix tight as you hopped down. “Can we have pancakes?” you asked, your voice full of excitement.

Steph grinned, nodding. “Oh of course! Pancakes it is then!” She took your hand, and the two of you headed to the kitchen, with Myle and Calvin trailing sleepily behind.

As Steph started making pancakes, you eagerly helped with the little things, like picking out toppings. Together, the two of you got to work. Steph cracked the eggs and poured in the milk, while you added the flour—although a little extra flour poofed up, dusting the counter (and the two of you) in a thin layer of white. 

You giggled as Steph playfully brushed a bit of flour from your nose. “Looking like a real chef now, Roo!” she teased.

Once the batter was mixed, Steph heated the pan. You stood on a stepstool beside her, peeking over the counter as she carefully poured a little batter onto the pan, letting it sizzle and spread into perfect pancake circles. When it was time, she handed you a few chocolate chips, banana slices, and berries to arrange on the pancake faces. You concentrated hard, crafting silly smiles and big, wide eyes.

As the pancakes stacked up, Steph set up the table, and soon you were both sitting down to a breakfast feast. Each pancake face grinned up at you, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you took your first bite.

“These are the best pancakes ever!” you said through a mouthful, making Steph chuckle.

“Oh wow! High praise, coming from my top chef!” she said, ruffling your hair affectionately.

After breakfast, Steph helped you pick out your outfit for the day. You brushed your teeth, Steph supervising with an exaggerated look of approval as you brushed every corner with extra care.

Then it was hair time. “Alright, Roo, what kind of hairstyle are we going for today? Fancy or fun?”

You thought about it for a moment. “Can you do pigtails? But with bows?”

Steph grinned. “Pigtails with bows, coming right up!”

She sat you down on a little stool and carefully parted your hair. With gentle hands, she sectioned it into two, tying each one off with bright blue bows that matched your outfit. When she was done, she stepped back with a proud smile.

“You look like a superstar!” she declared, spinning you around to see yourself in the mirror.

You beamed at your reflection. “Thanks, Steffy! I love it!”

Finally, after what felt like forever, there was the sound of a key in the lock. Your head shot up, and before Steph could even react, you were off your seat, sprinting toward the door.

“Mummy! Mamma!” you shouted as Beth and Viv stepped through the door.

Beth crouched down, arms open wide as you ran into her arms. She hugged you tightly, pressing a kiss to your head. “Hey, munchkin! We missed you!”

Viv knelt beside Beth, pulling you into her arms as well. “Did you have fun with Steffy?” she asked, her eyes soft as she looked at you.

You nodded, beaming up at both of them. “We did so many things! We went to the park, we made cookies, and we even watched Rapunzel!”

Viv smiled, “Sounds like you and Steph had an amazing sleepover.”

Beth noticed the flower poking out from your pocket. “And what’s this?” she asked, gently taking it from your pocket. 

You grinned, “It’s for you! I found it at the park with Steffy.”

Beth’s face softened, “It’s beautiful, Roo!”

You tugged them both toward the kitchen, where Steph had set up the plate of cookies. “Look! We made cookies just for you!”

Beth reached for one with a smile. “And look at all the sprinkles! You’re quite the baker.”

Steph joined you all in the kitchen. “She was a champ. We had a busy night.”

Viv gave her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Steph. We appreciate it so much.”

Steph waved it off. “Anytime. Roo and I had a blast, didn’t we?”

You nodded, holding tightly onto Mummy and Mamma’s hands. “But I’m glad you’re home now,” you admitted, a little shyly.

Viv pulled you into another hug, kissing your forehead. “We’re glad to be home too, Roo.”

Beth gasped playfully. “And guess what? We brought you a little surprise, just like we promised.”

Your eyes widened in excitement as Viv pulled a small wrapped gift from her bag, handing it to you. You tore it open, revealing a little plush fox with soft fur and a friendly smile.

“It’s a fox!” you exclaimed, hugging the plush fox tightly. “He can be Twix’s friend!”

Viv laughed, “Exactly! Now Twix has another friend.”

You snuggled into Beth and Viv, “Thank you, Mummy! Thank you, Mamma!”

[coastershells]

S T C H R I S T O P H E R

IN WHICH — dallas stumbles through your window , searching for some help desperately.

⚠️ : sexual talk , dallas tries , but fails.

not proofread as usual! / requested? yes : no

꩜ ◞ — wc : 1.5k div creds : enchanthings-a

when dallas came stumbling through your window , you expected many things. maybe an apology , a smirk , a dirty joke , a pickup line , the casual dallas , the silly yet stupid boyfriend you know.

instead , you were met with a dallas that was on the floor , shivering covered in snow , and he looked pretty much beat up.

you didn’t know what to say for a few seconds ; you were fidgeting with your bracelet a second ago , wondering when the snow would stop so you could go outside and play with it , or just touch it. snow is random around your area , so whenever it falls people are either playing or fighting in it. you just hope that the gang is responsible enough to be the ones playing in it.

it makes you worry about johnny.

“ dal? “ you question with a shaky voice , and he lets out a painful grunt. your stomach does a swirl and you hop off your bed , your bracelet going to the way back of your mind. “ dallas! “

“ hey sweetheart. “ he hisses out. and you quickly run to shush him , the window being half open let’s some snow fall in , and he scrunches his nose. “ fuckin’ hurts. “ he exhales , and you panic , hands hovering over his body.

“ dal — what happened?! shit , where’s the first aid?! “ you dash off and leave dallas , which probably wasn’t nice , but you can tell without even taking off that leather jacket he’s injured somewhere. bad.

you scramble to your bathroom and quickly check under the sink , to which you find your old trusty first aid. when you return to your room , dallas has put himself up against the wall by the window , and he seems to be shivering even more.

you rush to the window and close it , feeling the cold air yourself. you have so many questions to ask him but you have a gut feeling you’ll only get snarky replies or silence. dallas hasn’t ever came to you this beaten up , not ever. you see cuts on his face , but what really scares you is his hand gripping his side.

“ fuck. dallas — what did you do? “

“ you callin’ me that , it ain’t helping. you make me feel like i’m in trouble. “ he says through pained gasps.

“ you are in trouble. what were you doing in the snow in just a leather jacket? move your hand. “ you nudged it out of the way and he looked to the side , preparing for the worst. you moved his jacket then his messed up shirt , and he lets out a dry laugh while you are looking wide eyed at all the cuts in one spot specifically. “ what happened? what did you do? “ you ask , and you aren’t sure if you’re mad at him or genuinely trying to figure him out.

“ got roughed up real bad. “ he jolts when you place your hand below all the cuts. he looks down at you. “ s’pretty , doll. lemme just.. “ his arm lazily finds its way to your collarbone and trails down , and it’s a little too close for comfort.

“ hands off. you’re hurt. we can do that tomorrow. “ you sniff , and he shifts uncomfortably. you expected him to push more , but the shaking shows he probably doesn’t have the energy.

“ you’re an idiot , dal. it’s snowing and you go out to fight? do you know it’s fucking freezing? “ you pull his necklace , and you groans. he looks irritated.

“ never said i fought. “

“ so what , who did this to you then? “

he went silent yet again.

you don’t know why you tried.

“ socs. heard em talkin’ about you. “ he says , giving in. he still has that irritated look on his face , though.

you sighed , out of frustration and you still try to reason with him. “ dal , they will always talk about me. it’s fine. “

“ it ain’t if you’re my girl. ran em all off. straight out of our territory. “ he says as you open the first aid.

“ after i patch you up , you’re showering and we are going straight to sleep. “ you state and he looks your way.

“ you gonna shower with me? “

“ nope. already showered bud. i’ll wash your hair. you’re scrubbing yourself though. “

“ aren’t you just so kind. “ he mumbles and you press onto one of his cuts.

“ ow — fuck. i’m sorry , alright? jeez. “

dallas puts up a small fight when you bandage up his wounds , and a larger fight when he has to get undressed but you don’t. he asks why you can’t just shower with him , but you barley want him in your bed. not because he’s nasty or anything , but you’re afraid the blood will bleed through onto your sheets like last time he got roughed up.

“ how many? “ you ask.

“ what? “

“ how many guys were there? did you win? “

“ ‘course i won. you think these cuts for show? “ he points to his side , and you grumble. “ about four or five. snow made it hard to stand. “ he says as he relaxes into you scrubbing his head. “ that’s the spot. “

he jokes and you tap the side of his head.

“ i’ll knock your skull right out. why were you out there in the first place? “

“ was heading here. had a feeling you wouldn’t be sleep. you can never sleep without me. “

you give up on questions , because he’s right. and it’s a first. so instead of responding to that , you tell him to close his eyes tight and you put the showerhead right over him. he shivers , but relaxes right back in.

“ jokes on you , that’s helping with the cold. “ he laughs and you curse under your breath. “ asshole. “ you say louder than the rest.

“ baby , not to be rude , but can we speed this up? i’m already fighting urges to not pull you in here with me. “ he turns to you , and you look down. fuck. you look back up , and he’s smiling at you now. “ come on , just come in , sweetheart. i promise i won’t bite you. “

“ dal , it’s a no. don’t make me change my mind about this in the morning. “

he groans. “ i protect you from some socs and i can’t even get a kiss? “

“ you aren’t asking for just a kiss. “

“ it’s the same thing , just some.. extra steps. “

you turn off the shower and throw a towel at him , to which he takes and wraps around him and your grateful. something for him to keep his dick in thats not you.

“ fortunately for you , i don’t have any shirts that’ll fit you well , so you’re gonna have to go shirtless. “

dallas smiles as he follows you into your room and goes to your closet in search of any pants that might fit him. “ you say that like it’s a problem for me. “

you roll your eyes and look at the area he was sitting in. luckily , there’s no blood on your carpet. so you don’t have to be on your knees tomorrow. you pick up the first aid and place it on your dresser , you don’t care enough to go back to the bathroom.

you sigh as you hear his footsteps , yet you don’t try to turn around. you know what he’s going to do , and you think it out as he does it. he presses against you , and puts his now warm hands under your stomach , yet it still gives you goosebumps. “ done , baby. we sleeping now? “ you can hear a low hiss , and it makes you realize that his side still hurts.

“ sleep on that side instead. i don’t want you sleeping on your bad side. “ he puts his hands up jokingly and walks around your bed , you take that opportunity to quickly turn off the light before he gets onto the bed and pulls you in. you giggle , but let it happen.

“ love you s’much.. would’ve been better if.. “

you look at him. “ dallas winston. “

“ alright , fine. i give up. i won’t ask anymore until tomorrow. damn , woman. “

you laugh , a little louder than you should. and he playfully pinches your shoulder.

he wraps his arms around you tight , and finally gives you a kiss.

“ see? that’s what just a kiss is. you’re finally learnin’ dal! “

“ shut up , now. i need tomorrow to come quicker. “

“ you’re way too excited. “ you whisper as you blink lazily , and look outside to the yellow streetlight spilling into your room , it highlights the snow falling , and you wonder how much of the ground it’ll cover.

you swear you see a blood trail , but you might be imagining it.

uuuugh i have to go back to school this sucks now i can’t think about matt dillon all day!!! fudge!! (teehee if u wanna be added to the list below lmk)

taglist : @every1hatesmayaa , @mrsdillonx , @r0seb100d !!

[novasintheroom]

072. Doubt (part 3/?)

♡ Pairing - Vash x Reader

♡ Word count - 1k

♡ Warnings - none

♡ Description: Vash has some doubts. Luckily, Luida is there to talk through them.

Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series on AO3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (coming soon!)

“Why haven’t you?”

Vash flinches, even though Luida’s tone is nothing but curious.

The small greenhouse room on Home is like most places within it – white, with dents and welds on the walls from repairing the Fall damage and time making its way through. Vines, though, creep out of plant troughs set up on counters throughout. They’re filled with hardy vegetables and desert-like flora. One of the many experiments Luida has put on over the years.

“Are you scared?” She prompts.

“No!” He says, petulant. He pouts when Luida laughs and rolls her eyes.

Picking up a watering can to the side, Vash sighs and heads for the sink. “I’m not scared.” He reiterates.

Even he can hear the doubt in his voice.

Luida turns back to her task. “They why can’t you even pull the box out? I’d think you’d be itching to look at it, at least.”

He is. He wants to see what’s inside The Box so badly. It’s been long enough. But… “With my luck, I’d drop it down a crevasse or someone comes by and snatches it.” He purses his lips, turning the sink on and filling the watering can. “Or it just blows up in my hands. Hell, it’d be my luck.”

She hums, digging a finger through the dirt to check on the roots of a plant. “You sure that’s all? You don’t usually mind being blown up. You have the scars for it.”

He puffs out a laugh. She’s right there. Vash picks the watering can up and starts for one of the troughs.

Luida glances over. “Remember, only a few seconds of water for that trough.” When Vash nods, she goes back to her work. “Something’s still holding you back from popping the question, Vash. Do you think she’ll leave you?”

“No,” he sighs, “she wouldn’t. She’s made that clear.”

“Then you don’t think she’s the one for you?”

“No! I mean, yes?” He shakes his head. “She is the one for me. The only one.”

She hums again. “If she isn’t going to leave, and you believe she’s your true love, then what’s holding you back?”

Vash pauses watering one of the plants. “I…” he hesitates, reaching up and scratching his undercut. “I’m not…”

Luida moves on to the next batch of seedlings, watering them in their troughs and checking their pH levels. When he doesn’t finish his sentence, she looks over at him. Her brows raise.

He spits it out. “I don’t think I’m husband material.”

Surprisingly, she lets out a laugh. “Is that all?”

“What do you mean?” He feels a bit indignant, being laughed at. “That seems like a pretty big part of marriage.”

Luida sets her own watering can to the side, the soft thunk absorbing into the walls. “You’re overthinking things again. Like you usually do.”

His cheeks go pink, but he looks down and away. Luida walks over to him, grabbing his metal hand and holding it. Her smile is kind when she asks, “What do you think makes a good husband?”

He sighs. “Someone who can actually provide a home for his wife. And pay for food instead of letting her go hungry for three days.” He shakes his head. “We barely ever have a bed to sleep in because of me being on the run so much.”

Her lips twitch up. She has a few more wrinkles around her eyes nowadays. When was her last Sleep? “Those are material things, Vash. Not everything that makes a husband.”

Vash turns and leans against the table. “But they’re important things! She should feel comfortable, and not have to worry about if she’s going to find me dead in a ditch someday.” He bites his bottom lip, gnawing as he finally lets out his thoughts. “And I’m not…it’s not easy being with me, I know. I still hide things and make stupid mistakes and put us both in danger every day!” His eyes take on a faraway look. “It might be better for me to just keep my mouth shut and throw the stupid box away. It was a dumb idea.”

“Vash…” Luida reaches up and tugs at his hair. “Looks like we need another haircut for you soon.” When he lets out a chuckle, she squeezes his hand. “You should consider what she wants, not what you think she does. How many years have you two been together now?”

It’s a rhetorical question, but he answers it anyway. “Almost forty years.”

“And has she ever once held it against you that you don’t have any of those things?”

“No, but – “

“I know, I know. You want to care for her. But maybe you do. Maybe she has different needs than most people, and you meet them. She’s a smart girl. Smarter than most, I’d say. You really think she’d stick around if she thought she was doing something stupid, being with you?”

His lips twitch up. “Sometimes I wonder…”

She shrugs. “Love makes people do dumb things, that’s true. But she’d have seen through the stupid by now.” She leans closer, trying to get her point across. “Vash, she’s sticking around because she loves you, and you love her, and you’re both doing it right. For goodness sakes, it’s strange to even see you here without her glued to your side, and she’s just on the other side of the ship.”

Vash laughs. The peanut butter to my jelly, as you like to say. There’s really only one reason you’ve stuck around this long. It’s what makes him so giddy and nervous at the same time.

“There’s that smile,” Luida nicks Vash’s chin and grins. “I know you’re still gonna take some time to get it through all that hair of yours, Vash, but really think about her, and what you both want. That’s what will make you husband material. Alright?”

She parts from him, going back to her watering can and picking it up. As she starts going down the rows again, he hears your quick footsteps coming down the hall. The peanut butter to his jelly, returning to his side.

“Oh, and Vash?” Luida says, “When you do tell her, make sure we get an invite to the wedding.”

[smilesrobotlover]

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Chapter 13- Shadow Phantoms

Link barely slept two hours that night. The day before kept replaying in his mind, and he kept tossing and turning from the anxieties gnawing at him from the inside. Rest was important, but by the goddesses, he couldn’t rest knowing that his son was in danger; he didn’t feel like he was allowed to rest, as if sleeping was the wrong choice to make at that moment. Even with the small amounts of sleep he found, it was nothing but nightmares—nightmares of never finding Kori again, nightmares of the beast killing everyone he loved, and nightmares that he couldn’t even remember. But the feelings lingered, and when he woke up with the sun barely peeking over the horizon, he finally decided to get up. Though he tried to be silent as he got his things together, Uli opened the door to her room to greet him, a sad smile on her face. The two silently embraced each other, Uli holding tight to Link as his face buried into her shoulder. After a moment of hugging each other, Uli pulled back, giving him a firm look.

“Please be safe,” she begged, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I will ma,” Link promised, “I’ll find pa and Kori.”

“I know you will,” she said in a small voice, rubbing her thumb gently against his cheek. She gave him a quick peck on the forehead and nodded, which gave him permission to leave. He bid a small farewell to Rela who was still sleeping and left the house, jumping on Epona and heading to his clearing. But where he expected emptiness, he saw Colin, who was waiting with Rusl’s horse and his sword in hand. He was pacing the clearing, spinning around when Link arrived, and he smiled as Link got closer.

“Hey!” He greeted when Link slowed down. “I figured you’d leave at this time.”

“What are you doing here?” Link questioned, fearing the conversation that would take place.

“Waiting for you, of course.”

“Well… I need to leave right now.”

“Great. I’m coming with you!”

Link sighed. Just as he thought. “You’re not coming with me.”

“Yes I am.”

“No, Colin. It’s too—“

“Dangerous?” Colin cut in, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. He still wore his green shirt, but instead of his Ordon skirt he wore blue pants that stopped in the middle of his calf, as if they were too small. A green bandana was tied around his forehead, and he wore straps that held his sword close to him—he looked like he was ready for a fight. Which meant convincing him otherwise was going to be a challenge. “Let me guess, you want me to stay back to protect Ordon?”

Link frowned. “Yes. Colin, don’t—“

“No! I know you and pa always say that my duty to stay behind is so important and I don’t disagree! But I’m not staying behind this time.”

“Colin, it’s not safe! Do you have any idea what we’re dealing with?”

“Yes! I do!” Colin shouted, his smug demeanor dropping to make way for frustration. “I fought it in Faron woods so it wouldn’t hurt Kori and Rela! It’s terrifying, but I’m not going to sit around and wait anymore! You guys need all the help anyway!”

Link sighed again, shaking his head. “I’m not arguing any further. You’re staying here.”

“I’m not asking for your permission.” Colin got closer, his expression turning dark. “That thing took my dad and my nephew. I’m not gonna let it get away with that.”

Link stared for a moment, truly seeing his little brother, the timid and quiet boy he once was, growing into a courageous young man. It almost hurt to see how much he grew up, his heart aching for the little boy, but he couldn’t help but feel so proud of him, knowing that he was willing to fight to protect those he cared about. It was always something Colin wanted since he was a child, and Link knew he couldn’t deny him that any longer. He finally looked down, ignoring Colin’s piercing gaze and nodded.

“Ok,” he agreed, and Colin looked surprised, as if he needed to fight more. But he quickly nodded and hopped onto their pa’s horse, a little grin on his face as he clutched his sword close to him.

“Ok! Where to?” Colin asked, and Link gave him a smirk.

“To Kakariko.”

“Oh! Right! To Kakariko!” He cheered, sheathing his sword on his back and turning to Link with a determined look in his smile. “Let’s go save Hyrule.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The ride to Kakariko felt tense as Link and Colin pushed their horses as fast as they could, every movement making Link jump out of his skin. He had his sword drawn, not daring to sheath it as the world flew past them, as if danger would attack in any moment. Colin was clearly feeling his anxiety, and his excitement for finally tagging along was gone as he stayed close to Link, though Rusl’s horse was nowhere near as fast as Epona. The two brothers reached Kakariko before the sun began to set, and to Link’s surprise, it was eerily empty—a stark contrast to how it was when he last visited. Colin got off his horse and looked around with his brows furrowed, his hand moving his sheath to his hip.

“Where is everybody?” He asked softly, so soft that Link almost didn’t catch it.

“No idea,” Link replied, feeling uneasy as he got off of Epona. The two began to lead their horses through the empty town, with Colin calling out a “hello” here and there, but they got no responses. Occasionally Link would spot a villager watching them silently through a small crack in their window, before closing it harshly, the sound ringing out in the air. Colin huffed, putting his hands on his hips as he glanced at Link.

“What in the Spirits’ names happened here? Why are they all hiding?” Colin turned back to the buildings, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting, “we’re not here to hurt you! You can come on out!”

A noise was heard from the other side of the village, and Link and Colin got their hopes up that someone was finally showing up to explain things to them. But instead of villagers, Link saw a group of people on horses riding towards them, and he immediately spotted the resistance riding in the front.

“Looks like backup is here,” Link said, and he waited for the group to meet up with them. Shad was riding behind Ashei, who had a determined look on her face, Auru was on his own horse and he bore a relieved smile as he watched Link and Colin, and to Link’s surprise, the King of Hyrule himself was riding behind them, with a group of forty soldiers or so following. He didn’t know the king was going to show up, but he certainly wasn’t complaining.

“Glad you boys made it safely,” Auru said, grunting as he hopped off his horse, “I thought we were gonna have to hunt ya down.”

“Ha, when we showed up with no one in sight, I thought we were gonna have to hunt you down,” Link chuckled, poking Auru in the chest. The old man laughed and looked over at Colin, resting his hand on his shoulder.

“Glad you could join the team, boy.”

Colin’s round ears went pink and he looked down, fiddling with his fingers in front of him.

“I—I just want to help in any way I can,” he muttered, and Auru nodded.

“I understand. You’re no doubt worried about your old man.”

“Yeah… Worried about him and my nephew.”

Ashei and Shad walked up to the group, with a proud smile on Ashei’s face.

“We need all the help we can get, Colin. Welcome to the resistance,” she said, holding out her hand, and Colin’s eyes practically popped out of his head as he gingerly took her hand and shook it.

“Thanks,” he breathed, clearly feeling nervous from the attention.

“Pardon me.”

The resistance turned their heads to see King Edmund walking over to them, his hands behind his back and his eyes narrowed.

“Forgive me for making assumptions, I’m not as familiar with Hyrule as I should be, but I was told that Kakariko was a booming town, with a growing population.” King Edmund turned his head to stare at the closed and quiet buildings. “Where is everyone?”

“Hey!”

Link turned to look at the sanctuary, where Luda was peeking out from, her sword in hand. Her eyes traveled between each person, her gaze finally landing on Link and Colin.

“Link, Colin, you’re here?” She asked, almost to herself, and Colin jogged up to her.

“Luda! What’s going on? Is everything alright?”

Luda shriveled a little, almost hiding into the sanctuary as they got closer, but she pulled herself together and gestured to the inside with her head.

“Come inside, I’ll explain everything.”

The army King Edmund brought stayed outside, keeping an eye on things, but he and the rest of the resistance headed inside. There were some injured and sick huddled against the walls, but what caught Link’s attention was Barnes sitting in a corner, his leg in a cast and his head hung. Both Link and Colin immediately traveled over to him without thinking, and the man raised his head when they got closer.

“Barnes,” Colin started, looking him over, “what happened?”

“Oh kid…” Barnes mumbled, his voice ragged with his usual character and charm sucked out of him. Link frowned, resting his hand on the man’s shoulder. Being up close, he could see his bumps and bruises scattered all over his body.

“Um… Link, Colin,” Luda started, her voice shaking, “Barnes and my father went to the Gorons to tell them to stay inside at night and…. When they were coming back—”

“Oh, don’t tell me,” Colin whispered, his expression filled with horror. Luda nodded, her eyes welling up with tears.

“He-he went missing. M-my papa is missing and—” Luda broke down crying, her head in her hands. Link moved to comfort her, but Ashei beat him to it, with her arm wrapped around her. Colin sat down next to Barnes, his expression defeated.

“Not Renado,” he whimpered.

It was uncomfortably silent as Luda cried, with Link standing near Barnes and Colin clearly fighting back his own tears. Link should’ve been fighting back tears as well; Renado was like a second father to him. But for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to cry. He could only feel anger and fury growing stronger and stronger. That beast… it was taking everyone he cared about…

“You were with her father?” King Edmund cut in, interrupting Link’s thoughts, and Barnes raised his head again.

“Yes.”

“What did you see? When was this?”

Barnes shifted, clearly agitated from the questions. “I didn’t see nothin’. I fell down the mountain and Renado was gone. All that was left was his bow.” Barnes sighed, shaking his head. “Broke my ankle in the process. It all happened yesterday morning.”

Shad and Auru glanced at each other, shocked expressions on their faces.

“That thing moves fast.” Auru said. “It just attacked Castle Town yesterday.”

“It must’ve moved straight from Faron, to Kakariko, and then to Castle Town,” Shad continued, his finger stroking his chin. “It seemed like Kakariko was just a pit stop for it.”

“Indeed,” King Edmund agreed. “Is this why everyone is inside?”

“Yes,” Luda sniffed, nodding her head. “Everyone was frightened so they went into their homes.”

“Staying inside just to be picked off one-by-one,” King Edmund muttered to himself. “Well, do not fret any longer, we’re going to eradicate this threat and try to save the abducted people.”

Ashei nodded and gave Luda a squeeze. “We’re going to find your father, Luda. Everything will be alright.”

Luda nodded and sniffed again, leaning into Ashei’s touch. It grew silent for a moment until Barnes raised his head again, his brows furrowed.

“What is causing these disappearances?” He asked, his voice low. “Renado was about to tell me before I fell down the mountain.”

“It’s a shadow beast,” Colin answered before Link could, his gaze piercing into the ground. “A mutated shadow beast that has grown powerful enough to become a serious problem.”

The silence grew heavy, and Barnes rubbed his face as sweat began to drip down his brow.

“Cripes,” he muttered. “Well that’s the last thing I wanted to hear.”

“A shadow beast?” Luda repeated. “But—it—my father is long gone then.”

Link shook his head quickly. “No. He’ll be fine, they’ll all be fine.”

“But—the shadow beasts turn people into more shadow beasts—”

“No!” Link’s voice began to raise and he stood up abruptly. “They’re going to be fine! We’re going to save all the people the shadow beast took, alright? So stop thinking that it’s over because it’s not!”

Ashei’s expression went dark and she subtly shook her head. Link frowned and looked away, feeling like he reacted too much there.

“Look, don’t assume the worst,” he continued, trying to control himself, and he dared to look Luda in the eyes, “don’t assume the worst yet. Don’t give up on your pa.”

Luda shuffled her feet but nodded, smiling slightly. Link nodded back and let out a huff, feeling eyes piercing into him like arrows to his skin. He couldn’t take it.

“I’m gonna go take a breather,” he muttered, weaving his way around the crowded sanctuary and bursting through the door. The soldiers of Hyrule all looked at him, but he turned away, walking to the Kakariko spring and sitting down, staring at the sparkling water lap against his boots.

“They’re going to be fine,” he whispered, glaring hard at the water. “Please, let them be fine.”

“Link?”

Link didn’t turn around, knowing that Colin was approaching him from behind. His little brother carefully sat beside him, leaving space between the two as he rested his hands on his knees, staring at the water. They were silent, with Colin clearly trying to think of what to say, so Link sighed and decided to speak for him.

“Did I sound too mean?” He asked, and Colin gave him a surprised look.

“W-well… you sounded…. Sorta mad.”

Link shook his head, disappointed in himself. “Poor Luda. I didn’t mean to come off that way.”

“It’s ok. You—” Colin paused, staring at the water for a moment. “I guess all that talk was stressin’ you out?”

Link groaned, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t—I have to believe that they’ll be alright.”

Colin nodded, staying silent.

“If I believe that they’re in trouble I will lose myself! I—I can’t have that type of talk right now,” Link whimpered, and Colin nodded again.

“I understand. We have to have hope.”

Link sighed, lightly tapping Colin’s arm. “I should apologize to Luda. She’s clearly upset and I’m just makin’ it worse.”

Colin got on his hands and knees, following Link’s lead as they stood up. “Yeah. I doubt she’s upset with you, though. I mean, Ashei seemed pretty upset, but Luda seemed fine. Apologizing wouldn’t hurt—what is that?”

Link paused, looking over at Colin who was on one knee, staring at the Kakariko gate. Link turned to see what he was looking at, and he spotted a silhouette of a person.

“It’s just a guy, Colin,” Link said, but his little brother shook his head.

“No, something’s wrong.”

Link stared hard at the person, and he was able to pick up on what Colin was talking about. The person was wavering, their legs swinging and stomping on the ground as if they would collapse, and whatever they were wearing, it was dark in color, almost looking like a void standing out in the red rocks Kakariko was known for. Link stood up straight, walking closer to the mysterious person.

“Wait, Link—“ Colin protested, but Link ignored him, feeling concerned for the person more than anything. But as he got closer, he saw that something was deeply wrong. The person was huge, towering over Link, with dark, thick armor. In its hand was a heavy sword being dragged across the ground, leaving a trail of torn up dirt, and a mouth was gaping open from beneath the helmet. Just as Link was about to draw his sword, the thing suddenly bolted towards him, and he flinched as he brought out his shield just in time for the heavy sword to ram into him. Link went flying, landing harshly against the rocky wall and onto the ground.

“Link!” Colin called out to him, and Link scrambled to his feet, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest as he pulled out his sword, snarling at the titan standing before him. The heavy sword swung down on him again, but Link was able to roll out of the way. In one motion, he got to his feet and jumped in the air, spinning his sword around him and slicing the armored monster’s back. Pieces went flying, metallic noises of the armor falling to the ground ringing out, and the creature swung its sword at Link again, like a gibdo after paralyzing its prey. Link jumped out of the way and backed up next to Colin, who had his sword drawn.

“I don’t think that’s a person,” Colin commented, “it’s more like… a phantom of a person… with armor.

Link let out a bitter laugh. “And what made you think that?”

The armored beast charged again, making Link and Colin dodge before it rammed into them. The soldiers behind them began to panic, with orders being yelled out frantically and many running over to help the two brothers.

“WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” One soldier yelled, and Link heard shouting from the other side of Kakariko. Just above the soldiers, he made out another armored beast emerging from Goron mountain, marching towards the group.

“Well isn’t that just great,” Link growled, looking over to Colin. “You think you could handle this guy?”

Colin looked over and nodded. “I got him. Go take care of the other one.”

Link grinned at him before bolting to the other armored phantom, weaving and zipping past the soldiers who watched in horror as the thing got closer. But before it could reach the soldiers, Link broke from the frontlines, jumping high and slamming his sword onto the armor. The impact rippled through his muscles, and the armor cracked under the pressure, sending the armored phantom stumbling back. Link landed on the ground, rubbing his sore arms and snarling at the phantom as it recovered from the hit. It stumbled over to him, and Link brought up his shield to smack it before it could try anything, and when it was off balance, he jumped in the air again, flipping while tearing his sword through the helmet. Landing on the ground with a roll, Link spun to see the helmet cut cleanly in half, the phantom’s head revealed, and his blood froze. It looked just like the shadow beast, though its head was more round and had no tendrils coming out of its body. And instead of leathery black skin, it seemed like it was dripping with the black ooze that would come out of the beast. It wasn’t a phantom of a human, it was a phantom of the beast itself.

Its yellow teeth separated, the jaw unhinging as a shriek suddenly escaped its throat, ringing out and shaking Link to his core. It took charge as he tried to recover, and Link was soon pinned beneath the large creature, its teeth gnashing at his face to rip it off. Link growled and threw the shadow’s phantom off of him with a strained yell, grabbing his sword and stabbing the phantom right through its open mouth. His sword pierced through the back of the mouth, hitting the ground beneath the writhing monster, and as black blood oozed out of the creature’s mouth, it stopped moving and finally died. The body dissipated into twilight magic, slowly fading into nothing and leaving behind the battered armor. Link sat there for a moment, staring at his sword that was embedded into the ground, until he heard footsteps to his side.

“Looks like the shadow beast made some new friends,” Auru said, and Link looked up to see the resistance, including King Edmund, watching him. Link sighed and stood up, sheathing his sword.

“Yeah, that’s what it looks like,” he replied. “When did you guys get here?”

“We heard shouting and fighting,” Ashei said, crossing her arms. “Shame you and Colin took all the fun.”

“Where’s Colin?”

“I’m here!”

To Link’s relief, his little brother pushed through the crowd of soldiers, black blood covering his arms but he had a relieved grin on his face.

“Me and the soldiers took care of the other one!”

“Woah, what about us?” Auru argued light-heartedly. “We helped a little at the end!”

Colin smiled and shook his head. “They helped a bit.”

“Ouch.”

King Edmund nodded, looking at Link with a twinkle in his eye. “Yes. But I must say, that was phenomenal fighting there, Link!” The king suddenly walked up to him, shaking his hand with excitement. “It was like watching a dance, I couldn’t look away at how you fought with such skill and grace!”

Link smiled nervously. “R-really? I was just fighting.”

“Yes, but you needed no help, and you fought with such mighty strength. You’d give my brothers a hard time, and I don’t put that lightly!”

“I—thank you.”

Edmund nodded before pulling away, staring at his white glove that turned black due to the blood on Link’s hand. He made a face of disgust as he stared, and Link started to wipe his dirty hands on his already dirty clothes.

“Sorry, your highness. I don’t think that’s gonna come out,” he chuckled nervously. Edmund simply sighed and looked down at Link again, nodding.

“Well, there are more important things than ruining a good pair of gloves. Everyone listen up!” Edmund turned to the soldiers, the resistance, and the few villagers that left their homes to see what was going on. “The beast has clearly learned some new tricks—creating monsters to fight for it. Though it’s a dire situation, it’s a lead as to where it is. We’ll split up, find these monsters, and hope that they can lead us to the shadow beast!”

The soldiers all cheered in response, and Edmund turned to Link. “If you wouldn’t mind, Link, could I travel by your side?”

Link was taken aback as he looked over to the resistance, and Auru gave him a nod.

“Sounds like a plan, your highness,” he said, putting his shoulder on Ashei. “Me and these kids will move out to find more of these creatures. Link, you’ll go with the King. There’s no one better to protect His Highness.”

Link nodded at the resistance before turning to King Edmund. “I’ll go with you, but only if my little brother Colin goes too.”

King Edmund bowed his head, which Link assumed was a “yes”, and he turned to the soldiers. “I expect nothing but effort to be put into this search. It’s time for you men to represent and protect your kingdom.”

The king soon began ordering the soldiers around, splitting them into groups while Link watched with his hands fidgeting with each other. Colin walked up to him, placing his hand on his shoulder.

“What do you think this means?” He asked, and Link glanced up at him. “Nothin’ like this has ever happened before.”

Link shrugged. “I think the shadow beast realized that we ain’t pushovers, and it’s finally releasing its true power. I just hope finding these shadow phantoms will lead us to its den.”

Colin pursed his lips, crossing his arms as he watched the king.

“I hope Pa and Kori will be ok,” he whispered, and Link watched his little brother’s worried face before wrapping an arm around his shoulders, pulling him close to him.

“I hope so too.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Consciousness came to him at once. Kori gasped as his eyes shot open, and he sat up abruptly, his heart beating a mile a minute. He looked around him frantically, feeling the dread of danger around him, and his eyes landed on the shadow monster that’s been tormenting him and his family. Kori would’ve let out a shriek of fear, but someone covered his mouth aggressively, pulling him close so he wouldn’t flinch away.

“Quiet,” a woman’s voice whispered so quietly, he almost didn’t hear her. Kori glanced up at the one holding him, and it was the ninja person from before, her gray eyes watching the beast intently. “It’s asleep, we must escape.”

Kori nodded, glancing back at the beast while standing on his shaky legs, and he looked back at the ninja person, spotting his grandfather passed out below him.

“Grandpa Rusl—” Kori started, but the ninja shot him a warning look, her eyes glancing over at the beast, though it stayed unmoving. The ninja looked down at Rusl, smacking his cheeks gently which caused him to stir. His eyes opened, though it looked like it required a lot of effort, and he began to glance around with his eyes widening in confusion. His mouth opened, but the ninja already covered it, her finger up to her covered lips while the other pointed at the sleeping beast. Rusl’s eyes widened even further, and he finally stood up while instinctively pulling Kori closer to him. The ninja then grabbed Rusl’s arm and began to lead them away from the beast, the group stepping over rubble and debris scattered around. It made Kori wish he had shoes.

They left the room they were in, and it was clear to Kori that they were in a building of sorts, with pillars, cobblestone, and other materials houses were made of littering the place. Though it didn’t look like the building he was in before, with the purple wallpaper and portraits of Malo decorating the place. Where was he?

Rusl stumbled a bit, his grip on Kori loosening, and the ninja grabbed onto him before he could topple over. His grandfather looked strangely groggy, as if he was fighting to keep his eyes open, and he wavered before finally grounding himself.

“Sorry,” he muttered, and the ninja resumed their escape. The building they were in was strange, with long stretches of hallways leading into multiple rooms, some holding desks and beds inside of them. Kori’s never been in a building like this before, save for the castle. It was eerie being in a place clearly built for hundreds of people, only for a soul to be nowhere in sight. What was even more eerie about the place was how dark it was, with no windows letting in light for them to see. Fortunately, Kori was able to see relatively fine, but the ninja and his grandpa were struggling to see where they were going, causing them to stumble and trip over rubble, which didn’t help his grandpa’s fatigue. Once again, he stumbled and nearly took the ninja down with him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he apologized, holding himself up by the wall.

“Are you ok?” the ninja asked, and Rusl shook his head.

“It feels like my body weighs a thousand pounds… I feel so weak.”

Kori huddled up next to his leg, which resulted in Rusl resting his hand on his head.

“I’ll be fine, Kori. Let’s just focus on gettin’ outta here, yeah?”

The ninja nodded and continued walking through the ruined building, the group running into dead end after dead end, with Kori feeling more and more scared the longer they were in there. He heard his grandpa’s breathing grow heavier and louder as they walked, with his whole body sagging more and more. It was odd how he was acting in such a way—was he sick?

“Finally!” The ninja exclaimed quietly, running up to a small hole in the wall where dim light shone through. The ninja waited for Kori and his grandpa to catch up, and when they did, she jumped through the hole, landing on the gray grass below. She began to observe her surroundings while Kori walked to the edge, eyeing the height nervously.

“Sheik.” Rusl called out to her, and the ninja—Sheik—looked up at him. His grandpa picked Kori up and gently lowered him down to where Sheik was, and he was grabbed and put down on the ground, finally out of the creepy building. Rusl began to follow, lowering himself down, but Kori noticed how his arms shook, and his grandpa suddenly lost his grip and fell harshly to the ground with a yell. Kori gasped and ran to him, helping him sit up as he grimaced painfully.

“Are you ok?” Sheik asked, offering her hand, and Rusl waved it away.

“I’ll be fine, I’m just not feeling well.” Rusl groaned, rubbing his back. “I hope that thing didn’t hear me.”

“We best move, just in case,” Sheik said, and Rusl nodded, scrambling to his feet while Kori helped him. Sheik waited a moment, watching her surroundings, and Kori glanced up at the skies. The sky was a bright orange, with dark purple clouds flowing through the silent wind. The plants and grass were dull in color, looking dark against the sky, and black squares floating up and disappearing. It was unlike anything he’d ever seen.

“Where are we?” Rusl asked, his neck craned to look at the sky. Sheik didn’t say anything, she only stared at the sky with her back turned to them. Kori glanced up at his grandpa who was glaring ahead, and Sheik finally turned to look at them, her eyes wide.

“I know where we are…” She muttered, her voice sounding shocked.

“Where are we?” Rusl repeated, his voice having an edge to it. “Are we in Gerudo Desert or something?”

Sheik shook her head, and Kori glanced at Rusl again, who looked more worried now.

“We’re in the Twilight Realm.”

[lookingfts]

Dialogue Game - Prompts #3 and #4

I have more I'll write later!

#3 - "You really had no idea?" (@fitrahgolden)

“Your sheets are so much nicer than mine,” she mumbles, savoring the softness of them against every stretch of her bare skin. Kate rarely sleeps naked, but she had been a bit too worn out to manage pajamas when Anthony finally finished with her somewhere around two in the morning. “I think I’m just going to sleep here from now on.”

She tilts her head up and meets Anthony’s eyes. He’s all sleep-rumpled and relaxed, looking happier than she’s ever seen him, and it’s hard to imagine she’s the reason why. “I wish you would,” he says with a little grin.

Rolling her onto her back, Anthony kisses her soft but deep, his hands roaming over every bit of her body that is within his reach. She feels him heavy and warm between her thighs, and knows it won’t be long before she’s ready for him again.

“Last night was…” He presses his lips against her neck, then sighs there. “Better than I imagined. And I’ve imagined.”

Anthony lifts his head, and Kate looks into his eyes. Searching for some sign that he’s just feeding her a line. But he’s earnest as anything. “You did?” she asks quietly.

“You really had no idea?”

Kate shakes her head. She wasn’t unaware of Anthony’s heated glances, of his charged bickering, but she never thought that he really wanted this. Someone way too much like him, headstrong and controlling and traumatized. “I’m used to not…expecting anything from people,” she says, and it sounds tragic even as the words leave her lips, but Anthony only looks sad. Not a pity sadness. A commiserating sadness. “So I just didn’t let myself expect anything from you.”

She swallows, unsure how he’ll respond, but Anthony only takes her wrists and pins them on the pillow above her head, hovering over her. “That ends today,” he says, moving against her slightly, and Kate moans in assent. “Expect everything from me, Kate. Because I’m going to give you all of it.”

#4 - "Why should you get to have all the fun?" (@mimix007)

“You’re leaving with him?”

He knows his tone is too harsh, too sharp, even before Kate frowns at him, throwing her jacket over her arm. “He invited me to get a drink somewhere quieter. It’s loud in here.”

It is far too loud – he hates Ben’s choice of clubs – but it wasn’t supposed to be like this. The moment he saw Kate step through the door, he had a plan. Buy her a drink, ask her to dance. Make the move he’d been teetering on the edge of for so long.

Instead, he’d watched bitterly as she chatted up Dorset in a booth, his arm finding its way around her shoulders. And now she was leaving with Tom and torpedoing any chance of winning her back. Clearly, she was tired of waiting for him, if she ever had been.

“Kate-,” he says, reaching out for her hand, even though he doesn’t have the vaguest idea what he’s going to say. But she flinches back, surprised.

She runs her fingers through her tumbling curls, looking strangely jittery. “You’re just going to leave with Siena tonight. Why should you get to have all the fun?”

There’s a touch of jealousy on Siena’s name, and it gives him a fresh wave of hope. Moving closer so he doesn’t have to yell – he really is too fucking old for this music – he tries again with a hand on her waist. She doesn’t shrink away this time. “Ben invited Siena. I wasn’t – I’m not going to leave with her,” he says, and he feels Kate relax minutely under his grip. “Don’t leave with him. I know I don’t have any right to ask that, but just…don’t. We can stay here or I’ll take you somewhere quieter, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go. Just…not with him.”

Her conviction, her false bravado, unravels a little further. She leans toward him, and Anthony can’t breathe at how close she is. “Ask me to dance?”

He doesn’t waste a second, taking her hand and tugging her onto the floor with him. Kate smiles as his hands slide across her back, not a whisper of space between them.

If he can help it, she’ll never leave with anyone but him again.

[paradoxicalwritings]

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You missed your boyfriend. As you scrolled through photos of him, waiting for your daily call (his nightly call), you silently cursed him for going across the globe to play beach volleyball. Seriously, who did he think he was, leaving you all alone to go to a country he’s never been to or really even know anyone who’s been there? What if he got into an accident while he was there or something then you’d have to--

“Sho! Baby, how are you doing?” You said cheerily into the phone as you rolled onto your stomach.

He laughed his beautiful sunny-bright laugh, “Hey, Baby. I’m doing good, I just got home from practice.”

You hummed, rolling back onto your back, “How was that?”

There was a small bit of rustling on the other side of the line, but you assumed that it was just him setting his bag down or lying down to rest, “Uhh, it was pretty good. Tell me about your day, Baby.”

You giggle, “Sho, my day just started. Did you forget?”

He groaned at you, “Baaabyy, you know what I mean.”

“I know, I know,” you smiled to yourself, “You know I like teasing you, Baby.”

You heard something that sounded suspiciously like a whimper, “God, do I know,” more rustling, “Tell me about yesterday.”

There were suspicions in your mind of what he was doing, it was only a matter of time before something like this happened after all. You decided to be a good girlfriend and play along with it for a little while, “Well, I woke up and I got ready for my classes at Sendai,” he hummed in response, “I ended up running into Tsukki, so the two of us got lunch on campus.”

He sighed on the other end, “I wish I could take you out, Baby.”

You smirked, “I know you do, Honey. Anyway, after lunch, I went to the library to study for a little while since I have an exam tomorrow. Then I came home, made dinner,” you almost thought about not saying this, but you thought the reaction from your sweet, sweet boyfriend who was doing his best to hide the fact that he was jerking off to your voice would be much too good, “After dinner, I touched myself in the shower thinking about you…”

There was a pause on the other line, only hearing him pant before he said, “Fuck, Baby. Can you touch yourself now?”

You hummed, “You can ask me nicer than that, Sho.”

The theatre of the mind truly was a gift, you could vividly see him on the other line, across the world. He was probably shirtless, his blush dusting the tips of his ears, his cheeks, going down his neck, and flooding onto his shoulders. He’d sent you some photos of him at the beach, so you knew how tan he’d gotten, how much bigger he’d gotten everywhere. His wide rough palms were rubbing his cock, and he was probably wishing they were yours instead. 

“Mmmn, Baby, please, please touch yourself with me,” 

“That’s more like it, Sho,” you said as you sat up to take off your sleeping shorts. You were already soaked just from the sounds your boyfriend was making and your imagination. Using two of your fingers, you slid them through your slit to wet them, and swirled them around your clit, “Mmm, Sho, I wish you were here.”

Based on the new squelching sounds on the other line, Hinata had put you on speaker, “Haa-mmm, me too, Baby,”

You giggled as you continued abusing your clit, making sure to moan and whine a little louder than normal for your boyfriend. He loved when you were loud, “Have you--hmmnn--been thinking about me all day?”

He groaned, “Yea, I can’t stop thinking about you,” you heard a small amount of rusting again, “Hmmnn, Fuck. I keep imagining you in a bikini on the beach, watching me play. Haa, then, when I’m done playing, we find a nice secluded spot, and you ride me while the sun goes down.”

You threw your head back and whined, “You’re such a romantic, Baby.”

Hinata laughed breathily, based on the slower rhythm of the squelches, he was slowing down. He was always one to take his time, at least when it came to you, “Only for you,”

Finally, you plunged one of your fingers into your sopping wet hole, wishing they could be your boyfriend’s again, “Mmm, Sho, your fingers would feel so much better right now.”

You know that one got to him, whenever the two of you would have sex before he left, he’d finger you until you came at least once before he even thought of fucking you properly, “Haa, I’d make you squirt on my fingers right now If I could.”

You smirked and giggled, “Would you be a good boy and lick up my mess?”

Through the phone, you heard his head thud against his headboard and him start fucking his fist faster again, “Yea, Baby, I’d be such a good boy for you.”

You began picking up your pace as well to match his, closing your eyes to better imagine your beautiful tanned, ginger boyfriend, “Mmmnn, You’re always such a good boy for me, Sho.”

“Haa-haa, are you close, Baby?” you could tell he was close due to the pitchiness in his voice.

You bit your lip and nodded even though he couldn’t see it, “Mmhmm, I’m really close, Baby.”

Based on the rustling of his sheets, the squelching of lotion against his thick cock, and his panting, Hinata was stroking himself with reckless abandon, “Me too, Baby. Mmnngg-- Baby, can you come with me? Please?”

You sighed, “Yea, Baby, I’ll come with you.”

The two of you sat there, across the globe from each other, wishing the other was there to bring you to the edge. You both moaned into your respective phones, and with your eyes closed, it almost felt like he was back here with you. You imagined him leaning over you, two fingers deep into your cunt, telling you to give him just one more orgasm.

The rush you felt when you finally fell over the edge was unlike anything you’d ever felt before. Your vision went white for a second and you could swear your ears were ringing from how hard you came.

You laughed, “Sho, my ears are ringing.”

He laughed with you, “Yea… The tips of my fingers are numb.”

“You’re such a pervert, Sho,” you huffed at him, “Trying to jack off without me knowing when I’m just telling you about my day.”

Hinata sighed, “Cut me some slack, Baby. You know I can’t help myself when it comes to you.”

“Mmhmm…” You smiled, “You’re gonna have to be punished when you come home.”

“You promise?”

[yparkwrites]

MR. DETECTIVE S.JY FF

Pairing: Detective Jake x Female reader (Y/N)

Content warnings: explicit content (smut), blood, murder, killing and more to be added

Word count: 27.6k

Synopsis: Jake is a known detective, as they transfered the case to his unit of a serial killer, Y/n a police rookie will arrive to find the truth about her brother's death and unbeknownst to them, the serial killer has been with them from the start.

Publish date: January 6, 2025

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CHAPTER 4

1

“Find me information about that Park Y/n,” Eunyeok said, entering his newly built mansion from the money he got from the drug dealings. 

“Yes sir.” His assistant said, watching him go inside his office. 

As Eunyeok went inside his office he found his brother, waiting for him. 

“Oh Lee Heeseung, it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you here.” Eunyeok said, greeting his brother. 

“Leave Jay’s little sister out of it.” Heeseung said, not wasting any time.

“Why not, it’ll be fun, besides we need someone to spy again.” Eunyeok replied, pouring whiskey on his glass. 

“Not her, she’s just 21, she’s basically still a little girl.” Heeseung argued. 

“Oh baby brother, not the girl, Jake.” Eunyeok replied back, offering a glass of whiskey to Heeseung to which he declined. 

“I don’t drink whiskey, and what do you want Jake for,” Heeseung replied. 

“To spy, I can use Y/n to make him say yes,” Eunyeok responded, taking a sip of his Macallan 1926 whiskey.

“You think Jake will say yes, if you threaten him with Y/n?” Heeseung asked, confused.

“Don’t you see it? The way he looks at her, the way he’s protecting her and the way he took her as his rookie after declining offers for 3 years just because he saw her.” Eunyeok said, smirking.

“Whatever it is that you’re thinking, you’re wrong, he must’ve promised Jay something,” Heeseung argued. “And besides, how will you threaten him? He knows a lot of things, he can threaten you back.” He added. 

Eunyeok chuckled, putting down his glass of whisky on his work desk. “Heeseung, I’m the general of our department for some reasons, and how will I threaten him? I’ll put his rookie in our prosti circle and threaten to sell her to our dealers.” He replied.

“You’re fucking crazy, and ours? It’s yours, I don’t want any of your dirty money.” Heeseung argued.

“You might be forgetting something, I made you into a chief, you should be thankful.” Eunyeok said. 

“You know what, I'd rather kiss someone’s ass than be the chief of that stupid paid department, no wonder we can’t solve that serial killer case.” Heeseung argued back as he slammed the door shut, going out of his office. 

2

It’s 3am yet Jake’s mind is still alive. He tossed and turned, but sleepiness is just not taking over him. Jake sighed, facing Y/n’s side. Smiling as he saw her sleeping peacefully, mouth a little open, soft snores coming out of it. Removing strands of her hair from her face, he observed her sleep peacefully. 

“I’m sorry I couldn’t save your brother.” Jake whispered silently, making sure he didn't wake her up. “I told him I’ll protect you once he accepts the job.” He added. “I should’ve told him I’ll pay for it, instead of assuring him I’ll protect you.” Jake sighed, pulling Y/n closer towards him. “You know, when you were like 5 years old, I saw you cry because Jay isn’t going to the same school as you and to make you stop crying he told you he’s getting you a plushie.” Jake said quietly. “After senior highschool, I thought we were going in the same university, but instead he wanted to take care of you, his little princess, I moved out, far from him and years later we met again, and he told me that you get sick easily, he needed money for your school, and later he told me you’re really sick and needed money for your surgery and I told him to take the job, I wished I never told him that, I felt like I failed as his trainer, I let him take the dangerous job and I wished I didn’t, I wished I told him I’ll cover the surgery and be with you.” Jake recalled. 

Jake put his arms around her and pulled her closer to his chest to hug her. “I’m sorry,” Jake whispered, apologizing, kissing the crown of her head as he remembered how much Jay had cared for her. Soon tiredness took over him and he fell asleep, hugging her tightly. 

3

Jake woke up early in the morning as he heard his alarm ringing, looking beside him, Y/n’s in the same position as last night. Turning off his alarm, he tried removing Y/n’s arms around his waist, making Y/n groan in her sleep as she kept mumbling something. Jake listened to her carefully as he tried putting his ear near her, it broke him as he heard her clearly. 

“Jay, don’t leave.” Y/n mumbled. 

“Hey little one, wake up.” Jake said, shaking her to wake her up. But she just kept mumbling for Jay not to leave her. Jake controlled his tears that’s threatening to fall, he stayed like that until he heard her snoring softly again. 

Getting up from the bed, he grabbed clothes from his closet before going inside the bathroom. 

Y/n woke up, hearing the shower running from the bathroom. Sitting up. She dreamt of Jay again, covering her face with her hands as she tried not to cry. She stayed in that position until the bathroom door lock clicked, and Jake came out of the shower. 

“Goodmorning, little one.” Jake greeted, smiling at her.

“Goodmorning,” Y/n said, getting up from the bed, to grab her towel. And as she’s about to grab her clothes, she glances at Jake’s shirt from the closet. 

“You can take any of my shirts, if that makes you feel comfortable and come to the kitchen right after you freshen up I have to ask you something.” Jake said, ruffling her hair before coming out of the room.

Jake went to the kitchen and saw Sunghoon making breakfast. 

“Who told you to move around?” Jake asked. 

“Goodmorning to you too, I’m making breakfast, your fridge is full.” Sunghoon replied, smiling.

“Take a seat, I’ll do it, you’re in pain.” Jake told him.

“No, I’m not in - ouch, what the fuck was that for!” Sunghoon retorted, looking at Jake with wide eyes.

“See you’re in pain, now sit your ass down before I poke it harder.” Jake warned Sunghoon.

“It’s been awhile since I saw your fridge full and there’s a lot of apple juice.” Sunghoon said, taking a seat as he drank his coffee.

“Yeah, Y/n insisted.” Jake replied. 

“Have you thought about what I told you last night?” Sunghoon asked. 

“What did you tell him last night?” Y/n asked as she came out of the room, drying her hair.

“Oh maybe you can drive or maybe you want a place for yourself.” Sunghoon replied, looking at Jake teasingly.

“I can drive, but a place for myself? No thank you.” Y/n replied. 

“Great, you can take my Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG,” Sunghoon responded, taking another sip of his coffee. 

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.” Jake said, interrupting the two as he handed Y/n a glass of her apple juice. 

“That’s actually a great idea.” Y/n said, nodding her head.

“See she likes it,” Sunghoon said, still teasing Jake.

“The car is way too big for her.” Jake said.

“Are you saying I’m small?” Y/n asked, glaring at Jake.

“No, it’s just that,” Jake replied, trying to think of an excuse.

Sunghoon chuckled. “Don’t worry Jake it’s not my car, it was actually Jay’s,” he said, saying the last sentence as quietly as possible. 

“Then I want it.” Y/n said, looking at Jake.

“Fine, just don’t drive recklessly.” Jake replied.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” Y/n exclaimed happily as she jumped on Jake hugging him happily. 

“You know I’m still here,” Sunghoon said, reminding them that he’s also there.

4

As Jake leaves for work, Sunghoon takes Y/n with him, so she can take Jay’s car.

“What happened to you last night?” Y/n asked, breaking the ice between her and Sunghoon.

“Nothing, I got into a fight,” Sunghoon replied, focusing his eyes on the road.

“Doesn’t seem like a fight if you got a big cut on your stomach,” Y/n affirmed, looking at Sunghoon who’s only focused on driving.

“It’s really just a fight.” Sunghoon argued. 

“What was it that you dropped?” Y/n asked, making Sunghoon divert his attention to her.

“What?” Sunghoon asked, confused.

“Last night, I heard it, before I closed the office door.” Y/n informed him. 

“It’s nothing,” Sunghoon replied. 

“Jake said, you’ll get it back.” Y/n argued. 

Sunghoon didn’t reply or argue any further as he continued driving. 

Arriving at his place, the gate opened automatically. 

“You’re rich.” Y/n said.

“I’m not, my father is.” Sunghoon asserted. 

“But it’s your place.” Y/n argued.

“Yeah, but I don’t stay here, not anymore. Too big to live alone here.” Sunghoon said.

Sunghoon guided Y/n inside. It’s a big mansion, marble tiles, white and gray tone walls, leather sofa and family portraits could be seen. 

“I can see myself living here.” Y/n said, smiling brightly.

“I would’ve offered you this place, but I know Jake isn’t gonna let it happen.” Sunghoon responded, looking at her.

“Why not?” Y/n asked. 

“Cause you put yourself in Lee’s radar, now follow me.” Sunghoon told her, walking towards the car garage with Y/n following behind him.

“Who is Lee?” Y/n asked.

“It’s better you know less, don’t dig your grave deeper than it already is, Jake will do anything to protect you, if he has to catch a bullet for you, he’ll do it no hesitation, I don’t want to lose my friend so you better stop asking about him, just focus on the case.” Sunghoon told her.

As they reached the car garage, there’s a lot of car models, ferrari, BMW, Toyota, Honda, Ford, Jeep, Chevrolet, Tesla, Porsche and more, including her brother’s Mercedes-Benz. 

“Where did you get all this?” Y/n asked.

“They’re not mine, it’s my deceased father’s cars, he got it from his drug dealings, he’s an ass, dirty money, that’s why I don’t like this place, the only reason I stayed here was because of your brother, he stayed here during the time he had to take that dangerous job.” Sunghoon responded, looking at her.

“Where’s his car?” Y/n asked.

“It’s that one,” Sunghoon informed her, pointing at the Mercedes-Benz. 

Y/n went near it, touching the car, she never remembered getting in this car, not even once, she never saw him drive it. 

“I know Jake will get mad at me for this, but I can give you the last files Jay worked with, if you’re really curious about it, and Jay left a lot of his clothes here, do you want it?” Sunghoon asked, approaching her. 

“I want all of it,” Y/n responded, as she continued to look at the car. 

“Just tell me if you want a place to yourself, I can get it, I can get the keys to your brother’s house.” Sunghoon said, making Y/n divert her attention to him.

“He doesn’t own a house,” Y/n said.

“He does, the keys are in his drawer. I can get it for you, and give you the directions, just tell me.” Sunghoon replied.

“I want everything that my brother used to own.” Y/n stated, looking at his eyes.

CHAPTER 5

1

Jake arrived at their department and everyone greeted him with a smile and he did the same thing. 

“Good morning Mr. Sim, is Y/n not coming?” Jungwon said, greeting Jake.

“Don’t be so formal, you can call me Jake, and Y/n might not come today.” Jake responded, smiling at him. A smile they haven’t seen in 3 years.

“Oh why?” Jungwon asked.

“She just has to work on something,” Jake responded. “Anyways I have a meeting to attend, if you’ll excuse me.” He added, before going inside the meeting office.

As soon as he entered he was greeted with Eunyeok’s smug grin, a smug grin he wished he could snatch away from his face.

“Ms. Y/n isn’t here today,” Eunyeok said, looking around.

“She’s not coming, I gave her work to do.” Jake responded, coldly. 

“Yeah, what type of work?” Eunyeok asked.

“That’s none of your business, now can we get to the meeting? I have important work to do after this.” Jake said, irritated. 

“Okay, so a new dead body was found this morning, at a park, and we have a weapon.” Eunyeok said, chuckling. “That serial killer finally made a mistake, Heeseung, send this to the lab,” Eunyeok said as he handed the weapon to Heeseung. 

“So where are we?” Eunyeok asked, as the meeting continued about the serial killer. “So any questions?” Eunyeok asked before ending their meeting. 

“So Y/n was right, wasn’t she,” Jake said, looking at him. 

Eunyeok chuckled, and said, “So?” 

“Apologize,” Jake said, standing up from his seat to take his leave.

2

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Jungwon asked, seeing Y/n entering their department building. 

“Oh, I just forgot some stuff and I have to print documents,” Y/n responded.

“Y/n?” Jake asked, surprised to see Y/n.

“Hey, I have to grab my laptop and I have to print out some documents.” Y/n said, before she gets interrogated by him.

“Oh Ms. Y/n you’re here!” Eunyeok exclaimed as he saw her after coming out of the meeting office. “You were right! You’re as brilliant as your brother, why don’t you come with me and we can have a talk,” Eunyeok added. 

Y/n smiled, that soon turned into a glare, “Why? So you can get me killed or so you can put me in your prosti circle?” She asserted, approaching him slowly. His smile faded. “Don’t fucking play with me you dirty general, I’m not a weak girl, so how about instead of sending someone to tail me around, work on your case and maybe you can solve the serial killer case.” She added, Jake holding her back. 

“You know nothing you cunt,” Eunyeok said, glaring at her.

“I know a lot, that’s why your assistant is in the hospital for trying to break inside Sunghoon’s mansion.” Y/n said, shaking Jake’s grip on her arms before leaving them there speechless. 

Jake followed Y/n, “Y/N!” Jake called out. Stopping and turning around, she faced him, “I’ll make sure Sunghoon gets back what’s his.” Y/n said only loud enough for him to hear. 

Y/n left Jake speechless, as he stood there frozen. His fist clenched, what did Sunghoon tell her? 

Y/n drove back to Sunghoon’s mansion as soon as she got what she needed. Entering the mansion she saw Sunghoon cleaning the mess from earlier. 

“What are you doing here?” Sunghoon asked, confused as to why she’s back there and how she remembered the directions.

Y/n threw the evidence in front of him, the evidence she stole from their department lab. Sunghoon’s eyes widened, looking at her shock.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but whatever it is, stop it, that’s the thing you dropped.” Y/n said, turning around to take her leave. 

Y/n started the car engine as she started driving again, towards her brother’s house. 

3

Jake stormed inside Sunghoon’s place, slamming the door open and slamming it close, startling Sunghoon who’s still cleaning the mess. 

“What the fuck happened?” Sunghoon asked, shocked to see a very mad Jake.

Jake grabbed Sunghoon by his collar and asked, “what the fuck did you tell Y/n?”

“Calm the fuck down, I didn’t tell her anything,” Sunghoon replied to Jake calmly, as he tried removing his tight grip on his collar.

“She fucking knows about Lee, more than she’s supposed to know.” Jake argued, finally letting him go.

“What?” Sunghoon asked.

“She knows about him, more than she’s supposed to, she knows everything.” Jake said.

“She was here, she knows about what happened the other night,” Sunghoon informed Jake.

“She was the one who opened the door, of course she knows about it,” Jake replied.

“No, she knows about my knife, she fucking stole it from the lab,” Sunghoon said, Jake looking at him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean?” Jake asked.

Sunghoon showed Jake the evidence Y/n had stolen from the lab, a pocket knife inside a plastic bag. 

“Goddamit, now where is she,” Jake said, ruffling his hair in frustration. 

“She’s on her way to Jay’s house,” Sunghoon replied.

“Jay doesn’t own a house,” Jake replied, looking at Sunghoon confused.

“He does, it’s somewhere far here, inside a garden, he left me the keys, and I gave it to her,” Sunghoon informed him.

Jake sighed, massaging his temple. 

“This is why she doesn’t need a car,” Jake said. “Now tell me about the assistant,” Jake said.

“Oh, Lee’s assistant, he's in the hospital, Y/n broke both his arms and maybe his nose,” Sunghoon said calmly.

“Say what now?” Jake asked him with wide eyes.

“Yeah, she almost killed him, she’s a tough one, like Jay,” Sunghoon claimed.

4

Lee slammed his office door open, seeing a file on his desk, he went to get it and read it. 

“Goddammit!” Lee exclaimed as he threw the file on the floor.

“Park Y/n who the fuck are you?” Lee asked himself, as he poured himself some whiskey. 

“Sir,” 

“What the fuck happened to you?” Eunyeok asked his assistant, seeing him all bruised with broken arms.

“That little girl did it,” his assistant informed him, as Eunyeok looked at him with wide eyes.

“What do you mean a 21 yr old did this to you? Are you fucking lying to me!? She’s a fucking tiny girl! How will she do that to you!?” Eunyeok yelled, throwing his glass of whiskey on the floor. “And what the fuck are those files!? There’s nothing!” Eunyeok yelled. 

“Sir, there’s nothing to find about Y/n, that’s all, she was in highschool and she joined the academy after her brother’s death,” His assistant replied to him. “It looks like Jay had left her something that we don’t know, that’s why she knows a lot,” his assistant added. 

“That could be something, but how is she as strong as Jay,” Eunyeok said. 

5

Y/n arrived at the place. It's a medium sized house in the middle of a garden. 

She unlocked the door, it’s a cozy home. Looking around she remembered about the time her brother asked her about her dream home.

“Princess, what's your dream home?” Jay asked as he cuddled Y/n closer to him.

“Hmmm, I want a cozy home.” Y/n replied enthusiastically, making Jay chuckled at her cute behavior. 

“Cozy home?” Jay asked, looking at her.

“Yeah, you know, not so big, but not small either, and the walls should be gray, the tiles blue, the couch beige and then there should be a nice kitchen, nice bedrooms, then on the walls family portraits, then I want a bathtub in the bathroom.” Y/n described, smiling at her brother.

Looking around the house, her tears pooling in her eyes as she realized that it’s the same description she gave her brother. 

Her tears streamed down her cheeks like a river as she saw a picture of him and her, taking the frame in her hands, she put it close to her chest as she sobbed, she remembers everything.

“It’s 8pm and your brother is still not here?” Her friend asked her.

“He must be busy,” Y/n replied sadly.

Y/n waited for her brother to come, it’s her 18th birthday. 12am when there’s a knock on her door. Y/n opened it happily, just to see Jake.

“Jake? Where’s Jay?” Y/n asked.

“Can I come in?” Jake asked, and Y/n nodded, letting Jake in.

“It’s my 18th birthday, but Jay is still not here, he told me he’ll be home by 6pm but he’s still not here,” Y/n uttered quietly.

“Happy birthday,” Jake greeted, smiling at her.

“It’s 12am,” Y/n said. “Where’s Jay though? Is he parking the car?” Y/n asked.

“Something happened during work,” Jake informed her, and she just looked at him, waiting for him to tell her what happened. “Jay was shot, during work,” Jake blurted out.

“But he’s fine right?” Y/n asked, it happened before, Jay survived during that time.

“Y/n, he was shot multiple times,” Jake said.

“Yeah, but he’s fine right?” Y/n asked, tears pooling in her eyes.

“I’m sorry Y/n, we rushed him to the hospital, but he didn’t make it, he’s gone.” Jake announced.

Tears streamed down her face, shaking her head, mumbling no’s. 

“Jay, I’m sorry,” Y/n said, hugging the frame closer to her chest as she continued to sob. 

“It’s not your fault, little one.” Jake said, hugging her from behind as he looked at Sunghoon.

“I’m gonna make them all pay for what they did,” Y/n stated. 

[mossangelll]

Late Night Call

pervy man x innocent reader blurb

a/n: change of pace from my usual arcane fics, i was thinking about some anime boys and well…yeah

been a while since i’ve watched some of these animes so i’m hoping my picks aren’t too ooc than they already are >.>

enjoy ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

cw: dubcon, noncon, nsfw - mdni 18+

his call comes late at night, rousing you from sleep when you hear your ringtone going off.

“o-oh, hey? what’s up?”

your voice drips like honey, so sweet and slightly rough from being woken up and he just knows you’re rubbing sleep from your watery eyes, none the wiser to what he’s doing on the other end of the line.

he tells you he’s feeling…ah, under the weather and he just needed a friend to talk to but don’t worry if you tired! he would absolutely hate to disturb you and he’s already lost too many friends from talking about his feelings.

needless to say, he’s got you hook, line and sinker. he won’t even be doing much of the talking.

easy prey.

his hand palms over his rock hard dick, it’s been that way since the mere idea of this popped into his head, as he listens to you chatter away about something he couldn’t care less about; he isn’t even trying to hide his breathless panting and the non-stop wetness of his dick, sloppy with precum, thrusting into his tight fist. the tip throbs an angry red as he holds back his release again and again and again just so he can continue getting off to your cute voice.

at some points, you ask him if he can hear some noises too and for a moment his heart stops and he wonders if you’ve caught him red handed.

but then he remembers that it’s just you, coddled and blissfully unaware of the sin that surrounds every aspect of life, so all he has to say is that his tv is on in the background and you’re back to talking again. perfect.

his blood is pumping red hot as his strokes grow uncoordinated and even more furious than they were before and he finds himself fighting the urge to ask you what you’re wearing. no that’s too much, too soon, so he instead chooses to bite down on his lip until the taste of iron fills his mouth. a small price to pay.

“helloooooo still there?” you call out after ten minutes of him being seemingly unresponsive, assuming he’s finally managed to fall asleep. you don’t bother to end the call, after all you know how comforting it is to sleep with your friend still on the phone after a bad day.

he imagines shoving his dick into your wet mouth mid-sentence, cock growing impossibly harder at the mental sight of your surprised face, you gagging because you’re unaccustomed to a dick his size - scratch that, any dick and all the debauched things he would teach you.

eventually he hears your gentle snores, of course you fell asleep before the main event, throwing his head back and grunting way louder than he did before knowing you definitely won’t be waking up. his chest heaves and legs shake from the orgasm that overwhelms him and he almost ends the call from the guilt rising inside of him - almost. but then he catches sight of his thick cum splattered right where your contact photo was and his cock twitches as if he didn’t just come seconds ago.

good thing you didn’t end the call; he decides he can have a little more fun with (or without) you - he still feels a bit under the weather, of course.

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₊˚⊹♡ His First

Virgin!Anakin Skywalker/F!Reader

₊˚⊹♡Warning(s): NSFW(18+ ONLY|MDNI), Unprotected Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Nipple Play(On Anakin and Reader), Vanilla Sex, Whiny!Virgin!Anakin(He's honestly kinda subby), Spit as Lube, Very Light Dirty Talk, Creampie, and Slight Aftercare.

Summary: Anakin, your best friend, complains to you about the constant brags from the Clones. They constantly talk and gloat about the sex they have had while on Coruscant, but Anakin isn't able to offer his own stories due to him being a virgin.

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The quiet huff of laughter that you give is enough for Anakin to lift his head from his arms to glare at you. It’s not that you are trying to be mean about the situation, it’s just you never thought Anakin would be so upset about his men on the 501 having sex while on Coruscant. It’s not like they have been caught with the people in their barracks or have had any complaints made. You can’t wrap your head around why Anakin was so exasperated by the gloating his men do on occasions. 

“I am confused, that’s all.” You say with a soft smile. 

“Confused about what?” His voice is muffled as he buries his head into his arms again.

“Why it bothers you so much that the boys are sleeping around. It’s not like they let it affect their focus on the field or anything so why stress?” You tilt your head as you hear his muffled voice get quieter. “Anakin, I can’t hear you.”

“It’s not that…”

“Then what is it, Ani?”

He gives a heavy sigh as he lifts his head and gives you a deadpan look, “I’m jealous.” Before you could ask, he keeps talking. “I’m jealous that they have all these stories to share and I don’t have any to share.”

“So you feel left out during locker-room talk?” You tease before growing sincere. “Ani, who cares if you can’t share anything during sex conversations.”

“I care!”

“Then go get laid!”

“I can’t just go fuck a random person!” He declared loudly back before gasping and giving you a large grin. “You should sleep with me!”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because we are best friends and best friends help each other out.”

“Yeah… With helping them move or with planning a party.”

Anakin shrugs, “I don’t need to move or plan a party so you can help me with this.”

“I am not sleeping with you, Anakin!”

“Why not?”

You struggle to find what to exactly say, different noises and words leaving your mouth along with the occasional scoff. The issue is that you really don’t know why you shouldn’t but it just feels like you should most likely NOT sleep with your best friend and fellow Jedi Knight. To make it worse, the smug look on Anakin’s face tells you that he already knows he won the argument.

“Why me?” You ask instead of giving some bullshit excuse. 

“You’re my closest friend. I’m comfortable and trust you with something like this. I get that sure, it’s just sex but I don’t want it to be someone random.” He interrupts you as you go to speak, “don’t act like you’ve never had a “no-strings attached” sex before.”

As you two stare at each other, you can’t argue with his reason. You have had a little bit of a friends with benefits relationship with someone before, you never told him who but you’ve told him about it… You aren’t sure how he would react if he knew it was Commander Wolffe, given this all spawned because of similar men bragging about their sexcapades. Besides, Anakin isn’t hard on the eyes and it's been a while since the last time you’ve slept with someone.

“Okay, I’ll take your virginity.” You say with a teasing grin.

“You really had to say it like that?”

“Hey, I’m doing you a favor! It’s only fair that I tease you a little.”

Anakin rolls his eyes before an eager look appears on his face, “so do we start now?”

Looking towards the clock on the wall of his room on the ship, you guys have time before you land planet side. Now that you think of it, it has only been an hour since you, Anakin, and both your platoons had boarded the ship so you have plenty of time.

“We do have the time,” you say coyly

Anakin smiles before sitting up right on his bed that you two were chatting on, this lets him be side by side with you. It feels very Padawan-like, sitting on the bed both with your legs crossed and leaning sideways towards each other to have your first kiss. You almost feel like if you are too loud, both your masters might barge in and catch you doing something you KNOW you shouldn’t. However, it all leaves your mind as Anakin presses his lips against yours softly, testing the waters before he tries anything more.

You press your lips against Anakin’s more firmly while your hand comes up to cradle the side of his jaw. As the kiss between the two of you grows to be more passionate, tongues teasing one another, Anakin leans forward and gently nudges you to start laying back. The bed sinks beside your head more as he puts his weight onto his hands while hovering above you at an awkward angle. Grabbing onto his hips, you tug at him to try and bring him fully on top of you. Anakin gets the hint and moves one of his knees between your legs, having you spread your legs with him between them.

Anakin pulls away from your lips and breathlessly says your name, only for you to give a quiet hum for him to continue speaking. “Can I keep going?”

You give him a smile before nodding your head, only to gasp as he dives into your neck. His lips are warm and slightly wet from your shared spit, sending a pleasant shiver through your body. You tilt your head to the side, letting Anakin lavish your neck with kisses, bites, and licks as you slide your hand up his nightshirt. Anakin’s stomach tenses as your hands gently explore his skin, thumbing over various scars, blemishes before riding up the bumps of his abs. A grin grows on your face as you feel the subtle twitch of his hips as you grow closer to his nipples.

“Is this okay?” You ask while giving his right nipple a feather-like brush with the tips of your finger.

Anakin gives a whine as he nods his head, pressing his chest against your hands while his lips move from one side of your neck to the other. You tilt your head to the other side and start to play with his nipples. One hand pinches the hardened bud and the other is kinder while gently rubbing the bud in circles. Anakin’s hips start to thrust forward in small movements before he ends up thrusting against your clothed cunt. 

The muffled ‘oh’ that leaves Anakin makes you freeze for a moment but you don’t have time to ask the question that has now entered your mind as he starts to grind his clothed bulge against you. It takes only a few moments of the slow dry humping before Anakin starts to move his kisses down your neck. He gets to the neckline of your own nightshirt and pulls away to look up at you, silently asking for permission to take it off. The shirt is removed before you can finish nodding, giving the fellow Jedi a clear view of your bare chest as you bring your arms back to rub his sides gently. 

Anakin has SEEN a nude woman before but not in a situation like this. Not when he is able, is expected, to touch, lick, and indulge himself on the warm skin. His eyes flick up to see your face, only to have your curious eyes looking back at him. You smile softly as you see his cheeks start to turn red, making him become bashful. He quickly looks back down to your breast, his eyes bouncing between the two as if to decide on which he wants to toy with first.

The decision is quickly made as he moves his body lower to get his lips around your left nipple. A sigh leaves your mouth as you tilt your head back, your fingers threading through his hair. You are surprised by how gentle he is, knowing how hot headed the man can be, but he gives soft sucks and light licks to your sensitive nipple. Anakin is still giving slight grinds against your legs as he moves between each nipple. His time with your chest is shorter than you thought it would be as he is already kissing down your stomach towards the hem of your sleep trousers. 

“Are you sure about this?” Anakin asks while looking up at you through his lashes as he rubs his bottom lip along the waistline of your trousers.

“Of course, Ani.”

You lift your hips up as Anakin tugs on your trousers, letting him get you completely naked. Anakin tosses the piece of clothing to the side and sits back on his hunches, drinking in your form for a moment. His eyes meet yours for a moment before looking back down once you nod, his body moving even lower on the bed so he is faced with your cunt. Again, Anakin has SEEN a vagina before… In adult videos but never in-person.

Taking a deep breath, he moves to gently pet your wet slit and watches as he sees you give a small clench. Anakin uses his thumbs to spread you open, letting him see you fully. He swallows thickly as he brings one of his thumbs over to rub shyly at your clit. You give a soft sigh at the small burst of pleasure you feel from his touch. While you would love for him to be more firm, you stay still to let Anakin explore as he wants. 

Anakin decides that he is ready to move forward, sliding his thumb down from your clit to your opening. He teases your entrance for a moment before moving to slowly slide his index finger into your pussy. His eyes stay on your face this time as he begins to move his one finger in and out of your warmth quicker, making sure you are enjoying everything. 

“You can add another,” you say breathlessly. While his finger is barely a stretch for you, you are still struggling to control your breathing as his touches are unconsciously teasing. 

Your head falls back against the pillow as he pushes another finger into your cunt, finally feeling a bit of fullness. Anakin stays with his slow pace as he moves his two fingers in and out, however he moves his thumb to start rubbing at your clit once again. The rolling of your hips lets him know that he can add another finger, finally getting you ready for his cock.

After a few minutes of his three fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt and his thumb growing firmer and quicker on your clit, Anakin looks up at your face again with wide eyes. “Do you think you’re ready for my cock?”

His question shouldn’t make you clench or whine the way you do but you can’t help the pleasure that zaps through you at his words. Anakin, easily sensing that you liked that, moves his fingers in and out of your cunt quicker as he waits for your answer.

“Don’t you want like a blowjo-” a whine from Anakin cuts off your question.

“Won’t last.” He gives a strained chuckle, “feeling your pussy on my fingers has me so close already. The second you wrap those pretty lips around me, I’ll be cumming.” Anakin moves up to nuzzle his nose against your cheek as he keeps fucking you with his fingers. “Please let me fuck you.”

“Okay, Ani. You,” your eyes flutter as Anakin presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, “you can fuck me now.”

Anakin is quick to move his lips to your own, kissing you sloppily as he slowly pulls out his fingers from your aching pussy. You tug on his bottom lip with your teeth as he leans back to start to work off his clothing. Noticing that his eyes are staying on your own naked body, you decide to be a bit of a tease. With a soft smile, you bring your left hand up to cup your left breast, your fingers pinching and rubbing at your nipple while your right hand reaches down to rub slow circles on your clit.

The moan that leaves Anakin’s mouth sounds pained as he moves quicker, his need to sink his cock into a cunt for the first time becoming too much. You feel your stomach flip as you see his cock for the first time, your cunt clenching as you give a breathy moan. Anakin spits in his hand before wrapping it around his aching flushed cock. Both of you watch the other as you pleasure yourselves while Anakin slicks himself up.

A shocked noise leaves you as Anakin suddenly lets go of his cock and leans back over you, bringing one of your ankles to hang over his shoulder as he holds himself over you with a hand beside your head. Anakin uses his other hand to bring his tip to your pussy, slowly circling against you as your wetness leaks more. He tilts his head as he plays with your entrance with his cock; one moment pinching your pussy lips together while sliding his cock up and down your slit, the next rubbing your clit with his tip in quick swipes, then dipping his tip inside your weeping cunt before pulling back.

“Anakin, please.” You arch your back as you try to press down onto his cock.

The other Jedi’s eyes snap up to yours with a look of shock, as if he didn’t even realize he was basically tormenting you. He mumbles his sorrys as he finally starts to push his cock inside of your warmth. Your mouth drops open as he keeps pushing forward, the burn of his cock stretching you making your moan come out choked. Anakin’s eyes are stuck on the way your pussy is swallowing his cock, his hand on the bed squeezing harder and his now free hand gripping your waist. 

A slight wince leaves you as he goes further than his fingers did, making his eyes jump back to your face. Before you can tell him it’s okay, Anakin stops moving, now scared that he is hurting you.

“It’s okay,” you can see he doesn’t fully believe you, making you give him a sultry smile. “You’re just so big, Ani.” His cock twitches inside you at your words, “please keep moving. Want it all inside me.”

The arm beside your head trembles slightly as Anakin starts to move once more, finally pushing the rest of his cock into your pussy. You bite back a whine as he stills again with his cock nestled into your tight warm cunt for the first time. A whimper does end up leaving your mouth as it fully dawns on you; this is the first pussy Anakin has ever been in. Your pussy, is the first pussy Anakin Skywalker has ever been in and for some reason it has your skin burning.

“Ani?” His response is a choked noise, making you clench around him tighter. “How does your first pussy feel?”

Anakin drops his head to rest beside yours, his forehead digging into the pillow as he gives a loud whiny moan. Your hands come up to grip onto his back as you feel a small tremors of pleasure run through you from his pelvis grinding against your clit as he moves.

“So good, so fucking good.”

You gasp as he starts to pull his hips back, dragging his cock against your aching walls before pushing forward to fill you back up. Anakin tightens his grip on your hip as he continues with the slow pace of back and forth thrusts. It feels good, amazing even, but you know that you won’t be able to cum from such a gentle pace.

Turning your head, you rub your lips against the shell of his ear as he keeps his face on your shoulder. “Go faster, Ani, please fuck me faster. It’ll feel so good, baby.”

Anakin nods against your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss there as he starts to thrust his hips back and forth quicker, making his cock fuck into your cunt faster. The room quickly fills with only moans, whines, the squelch of your wetness, and the dull slapping of your skin against Anakins. Your arms fall away as Anakin finally rises to rest on his knees, both of his hands gripping your hips now as he pulls you forward to meet his thrusts. 

The sight of your tits bouncing with his thrusts has Anakin starting to fuck into your harder, making you grip his wrists to keep you grounded. Both of you are buzzing with pleasure as you two get closer to your releases. It’s clear to you that Anakin is closer than you, his cock twitching more often inside of your pussy and his thrusts are erratic as they simply chase his end.

“Are you close, Ani?” You ask in a whiny moan. “Are you going to cum in my pussy? Gonna fill a pussy up for the first time?”

Anakin gives a loud whine as he leans back over you, bringing both his arms to rest on his elbows above you. His lips quickly press against yours for a filthy kiss, his hips moving in short quick movements as you lick into his mouth. One of your hands moves down to rub at your clit in fast and firm strokes and your other hand grabs Anakin’s hip, trying to pull him into your harder. Anakin’s arms close in closer to your head as you two stay making out, his balls tightening against you as he grinds deep inside of your cunt.

A loud moan leaves Anakin as his lips as his body tense with his orgasm, his mouth sliding wetly across your cheek as his hips give slight thrusts against you as his cock throbs inside of you. All it takes is the feeling of his cum being released into your pussy as you rub your clit for you to fall over the edge. Your moan is choked as you pulse around Anakin’s still throbbing cock, your hips bucking up against his pelvis. 

Anakin’s nose is pressed into the sweaty sticky skin under your ear, surrounded by the comforting scent of simply you. Your hands are gently rubbing up and down his clammy sides as you both breath through the intense aftershocks of your releases. 

“Are you okay?” Anakin’s voice sounds hoarse as he moves up to be face to face with you.

You nod, “I’m great. Are you okay?” Your hand comes up to cradle his cheek.

“I’m…” He still looks a bit floaty. “I’m good. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so.. Tense?”

You give him a soft hum, letting him know that you know what he means. The two of you keep giving each other soft pets and gentle words as you wait for you to both feel all parts of your body. Once you both feel yourselves, Anakin pulls out of your sore pussy with a choked whimper. 

“Sorry, sorry.” He whispers as he sees the grimace on your face.

“It’s okay.”

Anakin finally lays beside you, his arms coming to pull you close to him for a cuddle. You wrap your legs around his as you settle in next to his sticky body, knowing you are just as clammy feeling. The exhaustion of everything starts to come over you as Anakin’s fingers give you feather-like touches up and down your back.

“We need to shower and be ready for landing here soon,” you mumble sleepily against his collarbone.

“I know, I’ve set an alert just now to give us enough time. Just rest for now.”

Anakin turns off the last light in the room as you two doze off, bodies still pleasantly loose and spent. The thought of Anakin sharing what happened between you two to his troops sends a little pleasant shiver through you, which the other Jedi takes as you being cold and pulls you closer to him. Maybe you two can continue to give him things to share as well during the boytalk the troops have.