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atierrorian · 4 months

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Okay, so, I have another writing concept!!

So if any of you guys know about Wish, the 100th anniversary for Disney then that's great! If you don't, then liked mentioned, it is the 100th anniversary for Disney. Anyways, I was a bit disappointed when I first watched it because I was kinda expecting more from Disney and I was more disappointed when I saw and heard about the early concepts it had before.

Like, we could have had a love story between Star boy and Asha?? A couple Villain? And so much more! Plus, the characters were bland...

But let's move that aside for now since I'm getting out of topic. My idea is for Twisted Wonderland! (Wow! Shocker!) Wish x Twst where Mc is Asha and the one of the Twst character is Star boy! I haven't thought of who just yet but you guys can help me pick out a character for that!

The plot for Wish was also pretty boring so my idea was to freshen it up a bit and make a little bit more unique from the original plot! (Disney had so many opportunities to make it original and special for their anniversary) And by the way I'm no professional at this! I'm merely stating my opinion!

But what do you guys think? I think this is an interesting concept and I have so much more ideas! But I do want to know your opinion on the matter as well!

#Atier's random rambles #Twst x reader #Twisted Wonderland x reader #Starboy!Character refusing to go back to the heavens cause he wants to be with Mc instead<3 #What if Crowley and Crewel were the Evil Couple?/j Or just the original is fine too #I got this idea while watching a video of someone's fanmade animation of Starboy and Asha #I already have a plot in mind for this #Just not characters and casts...#So many ideas one right after the other fr

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mazojo · 2 years

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You know what. Call me an apologist but whatever Vil is about to do in the following 15 chapters to cause his overblot I support it. Rip the good guys Vil chose the path of evil and being overall the best one ever I’ll be right behind cheering his crimes

#AMAHSKKWS This is all /j but not really go king I support you #i found neige so annoying aksjsk I bet he watches dhar mann. I bet he is the star of the dhar mann videos. you are right vil end his career #ALLASLAL I hope no one takes what I say seriously I just get invested on the silly pixels with their silly breakdowns they like me fr #twisted wonderland #vil #i hope I can finish it tonight we’ll see

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

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

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

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.

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.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that’s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

💗

Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #sunshine lollipops and rainbows #snowpiercer

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Okay okay hear me out: Vil, Malleus, Kalim, and Idia with an s/o who was basically a kpop idol back in their world- like, they were part of a group and all that

bonus points: they actually show a recording of one of their performances(I'm imagining BOCA by Dreamcatcher for some reason)

. . . BRAND NEW FAN!

pairings : Kalim Al-Asim , Idia Shroud x gn!reader

genre : fluff , reader still has their phone , established relationship , pre-VDC

cws/tws : none

a/n : erm I actually have no idea if this is supposed to be a request or not so I'm gonna assume it is. Also I'm sorry I could only write Idia and Kalim, I've been heavily demotivated to write due to some mental health issues.

Idia Shroud !!

y...you're a what...

dude stares at you with wide eyes because...what? You're an idol? Like seriously, fr fr, not pulling his leg?

he was about to hunt down your performance videos but then he remembers that you're not from here.

but once you personally show him some recordings of you on stage he's literally glued to the screen. He knows he should also pay attention to your other group members, but he just can't take his eyes off you and how you shine so independently on stage.

bro would sell out all your merch the second it dropped if you were also famous in Twisted Wonderland.

(Suddenly a quarter of the S.T.Y.X funds are spent on idol merchandise).

apart from initial shock, he won't really treat you much different from before he found out you were a famous idol in your home world.

he thinks you're 10000x cooler, yeah, but you're still his gaming buddy that he can peacefully ragequit games with.

Kalim Al-Asim !!

as expected he's really excited when he found out!!

also like Idia, he'd buy out your merch line if you were famous in Twisted Wonderland.

he's also recommending that you join the VDC with him when you showed him your performance videos, he knows you'll just add to the shine everyone's gonna bring on stage against RSA!!

if you want to start being an idol in Twisted Wonderland, he'd try his best to help you find a good agency because you only deserve the best.

He also loves dancing so sometimes he’d ask you to teach him some of your choreography.

Since he already has dance experience he gets the hang of it pretty quickly.

This makes dancing your sort of bonding time with each other, sometimes you’d even sing your group’s songs while doing the choreography just so you won’t forget it.

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland fluff #idia shroud x reader #idia x reader #kalim al asim x reader #kalim x reader

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lovesickonmybed · 20 days

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do u think that bully!abby would tuck the hem of readers skirt into the waistband without reader noticing so that they’re all exposed and their panties are out for everyone to see ;( i rlly need her to embarrass me ugh #lesbianyearninnggggggg fr

Godddd I was gonna go to bed but how can I not write at least something when you gave me the hottest prompt like ever????? Bully!Abby is so mean and I need her.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, public humiliation, degradation, dub-con, bullying, the panties in this may or may not be the exact ones I’m wearing rn but y’all will never know

NSFW under the cut you know the drill babes.

Today had been eerily quiet, Abby hadn’t messed with you once and it was already 2pm. You knew something was up, if she was sick she would’ve texted you and made you humiliate yourself over facetime, you hadn’t gotten a single call or text from her, and that was enough for you to know something was up.

You were walking around campus, heading to a nearby cafe to get lunch when you spotted her. She was walking towards you, completely alone with her backpack hanging off of her shoulder. She smirks when she sees you, you hate how smug she gets around you.

“Hey loser, haven’t seen you today. I was starting to think you were avoiding me,” she says as she begins to walk next to you, inching closer and closer with each step.

“Maybe I was. Maybe I didn’t feel like getting another wedgie or swirly or-”

Abby cuts you off as she chuckles, “It’s cute watching you get your panties in a twist like that.”

You roll your eyes and groan, picking up your pace to try and get away from her, but she catches up to you with ease.

“Oh come on, nerd, that was funny. You love having me around anyway, your days would be so boring without me,” she says smugly, her hand disappearing behind you. You don’t notice her finger wrapping around the hem of your black mini skirt. You continue walking, praying that you make it to the cafe without an atomic wedgie.

Abby bites her lip to hold back her laugh as she easily lifts your skirt, revealing your care bear printed panties, the leg holes are adorned with light pink lace that Abby desperately wants to rip. You hadn’t felt like doing laundry lately and were very close to being on your last pair, you foolishly thought these would be better than the neon green seamless pair you had originally considered wearing. Abby is careful as she tucks the hem of your skirt into the waistband of your embarrassing panties. She looks back and notices the people walking behind the two of you are starting to giggle. She’s done her job for the day.

“I’ll see you later loser, don’t have too much fun without me,” Abby says, waving goodbye and walking off towards her next lecture.

As you continue on your walk you get the odd feeling that people are looking at you, you’re extremely confused, there’s no way Abby did anything…right? You reach back to make sure she didn’t stick another sign on your back and you sigh in relief when you feel nothing. You continue walking with your panties on display and multiple people stop and take pictures or videos, completely unbeknownst to you. You’re completely unaware until a nice girl finally comes up to you and tells you. “Just so you know, your skirt is tucked into your underwear…” the girl says.

You feel your face heat up with embarrassment as you pull your skirt out of your waistband. You have no idea how long it’s been like that but you want to crawl into a hole and never come out again. You make a beeline for your dorm, completely abandoning your lunch plans and once you get back in your room you see you have a new text from Abby.

Abby (Asshole): I think everyone on campus enjoyed the show, you’re all over the campus Snapchat, nerd

Reader: Fuck you

You turn off your phone and start to plot your revenge against Abby.

#bully!abby anderson #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader smut #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson drabble

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jenosbigtoe · 2 months

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN JAEMIN HAD LEMON JUICE DRIPPING DOWN HIS CHIN AND THROAT HOW COME I NEVER SAW THIS WTH PLZ COULD U UPLOAD THE PIC PLZZZ I NEED THIS PIC CUZ I FR LIVE AND BREATHE JAEMIN AT THIS POINT I BEG U PLZ UPLPAD THE PIC😭😭😭🙂🫶🏻

oh it aint a pic it’s a 17 sec long video 😭😭😭 cuz hes sick and twisted in the head

#jaemin #nct dream #asks #anon

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trendywaifus · 1 year

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hii could i request some general kafka relationship/nsfw hcs with a female reader please? if it's okay to be a little more specific maybe a reader who is rather shy but still affectionate/likes receiving affection?

— you’re her favorite person, her baby fr. you being shy AND daring? kakfa discovered that she likes that combination verrrry much.

— whenever she sees you, she opens her arms with that smug smile on her face. yup, she’s totally expecting you to walk into her arms. it can be practically anywhere, public, who cares, she wants that hug. def where “my hug at? “ girl. kafka means well ofc but she just likes that flustered look on your face. her smug smile twists into a warm one when you walk into her midst and reciprocates her hug. “ that’s my girl~”

— kafka absolutely loves it when you give her surprise kisses out of no where. she’ll chuckles at the tickling sensation of your shy butterfly kisses and will do it back x2. ohhhh how she loves that bashful look and smile on your face when she does it, she wouldn’t trade it for anything.

— she’s always looking out for you even if y’all are a few warps apart (sadly). she’ll just use her own projection to visit you herself (she prefers being there physically but that’ll have to do). kafka never fails to be caught off guard by how upfront you can be sometimes. like damn, i didn’t know you had it in you type shi. you’ll be like “ i-i miss you so come back home safely, i want to cuddle and kiss. . .a-and whatnot. . .and th-things of that nature. “ (awkward way of expressing it but) yup, she’s def coming back as soon as POSSIBLE.

— if you’re a stellaron hunter, she’ll make sure most of the time that’s she’s with you or other people that she trusts like blade and sliver wolf. yes, she knows that you’re perfectly capable of getting the job done but it’s dangerous out there y’know? if for some reason you’re going on a mission by yourself, she sees you off with a good luck kiss that lingers for about a few seconds. kafka expects you to call her when you have the free time. honestly, she doesn’t like texting. she prefers to hear your voice or video call. but if you only have the time to text her, ig that’ll doooo.

“ alright sweets, i suppose i’ll see you off now. “ she drawls with disappointment, a small little frown adorning her beautiful features. you were just about leaving to a mission and of course, kafka has to see you one more time before you go. taking a deep breath, you held her hand and flashed her a big assuring smile. “ i’ll be back soon so don’t you worry kaf. m-maybe a good luck kiss will do? if you don’t mind- “ *fat smooch*

nsfw

— she’s topping but she lets you take control sometimes. though the woman loves to watch you struggle, she finds it so adorable. dw, she’s definitely taking you seriously.

— kafka makes it known that she loves your touch and praises the hell out of you. she’s very vocal woman and will let everyone know how good you’re making her feel.

— she sits on your face but before she does, she asks with that smug smirk of hers if you’re ready to handle her. once sits on your face, she’s practically glued to it until she gets her climax. she’ll make it up to you after. but first, she just wants you to please her with your tongue and cover your face with her juices. kafka adores how breathless you look after with that shy expression on your face.

— when it’s her turn, i see her taking it slow with you unless you want to speed things up. she doesn’t want you to be overwhelmed so she starts off with sweet promises and kisses while slowly undressing you. she’s going to ask before anything if you’re comfortable before proceeding.

— kafka def is tease and is down for quickies before missions. she can’t really help herself when she’s around you, y’know?

#kafka x reader #honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai x reader #honkai star rail kafka #honkai kafka

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foreverisntenough · 1 month

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- YOU’RE MINE -

Summary: While you daydreamed about his face an ocean apart, he had no idea what yours was about to do to him. With a twist of fate and the heat of summer, a new relationship would completely ransack his heart - Everyday heavy with the thought of one another, neither of you were going to let the unexpected love of your life go. You were going to be his, you were his, and you were going to stay his.

Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) the word daddy is thrown into this once* mentions of pregnancy, love bombing, occasionally sad, kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: I hope you like it! There will definitely be more parts (don’t know how many just yet though.)

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Chapter 28 - ‘You’re Mine’

Dianne and you sat in her kitchen while she explained something she had seen on Instagram the other day. You smiled and nodded. All the time that you spent with Dianne made you miss your own mum a lot. You'd always end up calling her after you left her house on your way back home.

“When does he come back?” Your mum’s voice echoed through the car's speaker as you drove to your house. Your eyes fixed on the road as you rounded a windy corner before your neighborhood.

“Thursday, so that’ll be nice to have him home.” You cooed dreaming of Trent’s return. He was coming back from preseason in the next few days and you had found yourself glued to the rest of his family, missing him just wanting to be around the familiarity. Being in your house without him always was a little lonely so being at Dianne’s was nice to hear the accents, see photos of him as a little boy, have their dogs be with yours, eat dinners with family, those types of things. It also made Trent feel better you weren’t by yourself and happy that you got along with them so well.

“Have you spoken to your dad? He’s trying to plan a trip over but didn’t want to bother you.” You mum spoke cautiously. Her hesitancy baffled you. What did she mean spoken to dad? You always talked to him.

“He doesn’t bother me ever?” You said confused and a little saddened by the statement. Sometimes being away from your family hurt your heart. You couldn’t always feel the emotion the same or understand the sentiment of words over texts and calls. It upset you that the distance could possibly strain your relationships. You tried to visit one another as often as you could but it wasn’t all that frequent.

“Just give him a call. I don’t think he wanted you to feel like you needed to involve Trent.” You started to laugh at your mum's discretion. It was so ridiculous but then again sometimes you forgot you lived with Trent, the person when a lot of people, even those closest to you, would always see him as Trent, the footballer. You ended the call with her before pulling in your drive. You scrolled on your phone multitasking as you trotted back into your house seeing a video Liverpool had posted on instagram of your pretty footballer. Okay, to be fair, sometimes you had a hard time remembering he was even a real person, he was so gorgeous. A video of him in training dripping, glistening in sweat under the sun had you feeling the heat in a different type of way. You cheekily reshared the post to your Instagram story with a text overlay ‘girl dinner 🤤’ Almost immediately responses to your story flooded in, screenshots reshared of the post.

‘Literally is one of us’

‘No, girl cause same 😭’

‘The fact that even she feels this way about him’

‘Girl dinner fr’

‘Don’t be shy, share some more pics of your dinner at home’

The comments made you laugh and simultaneously miss him just a little bit more. As Thursday night rolled around you were dozing in and out of sleep tucked in your big bed anxiously awaiting your man. Pillows tossed around cuddled up in a t-shirt of his that had scrunched up putting your whole body on display. Your legs tangled in the blankets. You laid holding your phone over your face as the blue light illuminated your features. You scrolled and scrolled on TikTok until you got the ad to take a break. You ignored it and continued in your doom until a faint smile appeared on your face. Your cheeks warmed as a familiar face showed on the screen again. A deep dimple dug into his cheek while he flashed a big childish grin. The man you loved was laughing in a promotional video for the club with Andy. You’d never felt more envious of his teammates. To be in the same room as that laugh. The warm echo coming from your phone made your heartbeat a little harder, ache a little more, yearn terribly for him. You shamelessly clicked on the hashtag of his name and combed through edits of him. You must’ve watched one particular sexy yet cute video of him on loop for 15 minutes plus. You shut your eyes just trying to remember the way his brown ones glimmered in the video. That was maybe a benefit of Trent’s fame, you got to watch edits of him. It was a little treat to always be able to see him. Sure, everyone else got to share the view but it made you giddy knowing the boy in that video was going to be coming home just to you soon. You tossed and turned anxious for Trent to return. He said he was coming home tonight but you didn’t press for the exact time so when you crawled into bed around 23:00 you were desperate for him to be there next to you but as your eyes got heavier and heavier your body’s need for sleep overtook your desire to be awake for when he arrived. You hugged his pillow that his scent had faded from. It wasn’t like he left you, you just missed him and that you did an awful lot. You missed him so much. You fell asleep on your stomach, your knee raised and pulled up to your side, your arms still hugging his pillow. You were out cold fast asleep when the door to your room opened quietly. A little stream of light seeped into your room and cast over your frame. You didn’t budge but when you felt the most perfect pair of lips in the world press onto your smooth hot skin you shivered. Trent nudged his nose against your back. Pressing his cheek against you. Nuzzling his face into you. He hummed, running his cool hands over you. Pressing kisses all over your back as he pushed your shirt up further leaving your skin glistening with his spit. Your whole body lit up tingling under him.

“I’m home, baby.” He whispered behind your ear with another sensual kiss. The words ignited a fire inside you. You didn’t know if waking up to his touch was going to make you cry or orgasm. Jesus, his hands felt good. You hummed as his whole body pressed into yours including his hardening cock. “Missed you so much, beautiful.” He kept kissing your bare back. It was a thing you’d kind of landed on by accident but when Trent came home you wanted him to fuck you right away, to wake you up even if you were asleep. That’s just how bad you missed him. Of course, if you didn’t want to you could say so but that was few and far between.

“T…” you whined attempting to turn but his body weight on you wouldn’t let you. You reached behind you gripping his shirt tight in your fist. “Baby” you gasped out. You felt the most blissful form of helplessness underneath his heavy weight. The surge of warmth from his body radiated against you. He leaned away from you for a moment to pull his shirt over his head. His chest came pressing against your bare skin under the blankets.

“C’mere.” He whispered pulling you impossibly closer to him. You moaned and arched your spine. Your ass pressing into him, his hands sliding under you to cup your boobs. “Your T’s back, yeah? Get this off for me.” He kept his lips so close to your skin. The warmth of his breathe on you as he spoke had you quivering, letting him manipulate your body to peel the t-shirt off you. You cocked your head to the side as he kissed the side of your lips moving into a messy desperate kiss. He kissed you softly at first and then gradually it intensified as you clung to him as your mind dizzied. He stayed laying directly on top of you pressing you into the mattress grinding his cock down on you. “Stay just like this f’me” he whispered again pulling your panties off. His hand slipped between the lips of your pussy. You were soaked just from the makeout alone. He teasingly played with your clit. He was rock hard as his tip nudged your wet pussy.

“T... please” you begged for him to be inside of you as pushed back into him. He lined his cock up with your entrance before rolling his hips to slowly slide himself in deeper and deeper. Letting out a quiet sleepy moan. “Such a good girl” he cooed. Trent began moving in and out, taking his time with you, letting you adjust to his size, his hands caressing your naked body. You bit the pillow case to try to muffle your moans. “Want to hear you, beautiful. Missed you so much” as he pulled your face gently off it tilting it to the side.

“I missed you so much, baby.” You whined feeling him hit deeper and deeper. Your arms clutched onto the sheets beneath you as your cheek pressed further into the bedding. You kept pushing your ass against him wanting more. The sound of your soaked pussy and his languid but hard thrusts filling the room.

“You’re so wet, baby. Who made you this wet? Huh?” Trent asked greedily, wanting to hear you say his name. As you softly cried out his name again and again his cock began to hit that one spot so deep inside you only he knew repeatedly.

“Holy sh-shit I’m gonna cum, baby. Please please let me cum.” You begged, feeling your orgasm rapidly approaching unable to slow it. He slipped his fingers nimbly under you and worked them in tight circles around your throbbing clit. “T.. fuck! Oh my god, oh my god.” You cried out as your high rippled through you. Your thighs quivering uncontrollably under his weight.

“Good girl. Doing so well, baby.” Trent said with a smile pulling across his face having to bite his lip just from the sight of seeing you cum underneath him as his cock continued to pump in and out of you. His fingers stayed playing with your clit for a little as you trembled, starting to overstimulate you. You whined as your heaving chest pressed further into the mattress.

“Baby, please cum inside me. I need you.” You moaned feeling the overstimulation turn into another bout of pleasure that was consuming all your thoughts, your brain turning to mush as he continued to fuck you. You needed him to fill you up. You loved Trent having control of you, letting him fuck you into the mattress like this.

“I got you, baby. Cum for me one more time. Cum with me, yeah?” He whispered in your ear. Your pussy dripped around him. You bit your lip, looking at him with desperate doe eyes. Trent could feel the veins running along his cock throbbing. He worked his hips faster, harsher. Both of your pleasure building higher and higher.

“T… oh my god, please fill me up.” You whined between ragged breaths from his thrusts. He grunted at the thought of you carrying his child. He bit down onto your shoulder, his pace growing sloppy.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Be a good girl for me. Fuck!” Your muscles tensed and your eyes rolled into the back of your head before you felt his warm cum start to seep into you. Your own orgasm crashing over you. “Take all of my cum in this pussy, yeah baby?” He thrusted a few more times before he began to still while his pulsating cock still dribbled into you, your pussy fluttered as you panted beneath him. He softly stroked your hair and gently kissed your temple. “I love you, baby. Did so good f’me.” You smiled breathlessly as he began to coat your glistening frame with the same gentle kisses that started this. He kissed you in a way that you could feel just how much he adored you with each one. He loved you more than he could ever articulate with words but you could always feel it in the silences. He got off the bed and then cleaned you up before he tucked you neatly back in his arms.

“I’m so happy you’re home, baby.” You cooed quietly as your eyes fluttered closed. He held you close to his chest pressing kisses onto your hair.

“I’m happy I’m home too, beautiful. Love you so much.” He whispered as he could feel your breathing start to slow, your head heavier on him. “Get a good sleep, baby.” He whispered again with one final kiss before closing his eyes.

You rustled under the covers waking up to a pretty sleepy brown skinned boy on your chest. Your dainty manicured nails scratched at his scalp. He nuzzled further into you. You giggled a little at his clinginess and dragged your nail over his cheek bone down his jaw before you squeezed the muscle in between his neck and shoulder. You pressed your lips to his forehead, then slowly peeled them off his skin. His arms wrapped tighter around your waist as he pulled you closer to him. He started to place light kisses all over your bare stomach.

“Morning, pretty boy.” You whispered, returning your nails to gently scratch the back of his neck. He hummed. Trent’s eyes fluttered open and a sleepy smile pulled on his lips. He looked up at you with heavy eyelids.

“Missed you so much, sweetheart.” His morning voice was rough and the syllables dripped out of his mouth. Your cheeks brightened hearing and seeing him back in your bed. He sat up a little resting his body weight on his forearms next to your body. His chin coming to rest on your collarbone. He turned his head to the side to get a better look at the features of your face. A crease from your pillow indented into your smooth skin, your lips pout and puffy. His eyes squinted nuzzling his face into your neck placing a soft kiss against your skin pushing the warm metal of your necklace against you. He pulled away and smiled again. His fingers wrapped under the chain of your necklace gently and looked into your eyes “Did you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the world?” He cooed watching you go shy under his gaze.

“Stop…” you rolled your eyes embarrassed hearing his compliment leaning back onto your headboard. You sheepishly smiled before you kissed the top of his head coming to grab your phone from the nightstand. You looked at the time and sighed. You just showed the screen in silence to Trent letting him know you two had slept late into the morning, it really was almost the afternoon.

“Don’t care.” He murmured laying his body weight back on top of you as he started sucking on your skin leaving love bites working his way down your chest. You finagled your hands to reach under his arms. You pulled him up off you with a giggle and a shake of the head.

“We have to get up!” You yelped muddied in a laugh as he dramatically rolled off you groaning. He laid on his back staring at the ceiling in desperation.

“Babbbyyy…” he whined. “It’s been weeks, c’mon, please, I need you.” He begged despite having sex a few hours ago. You looked at him with raised eyebrows amused.

“It was your job not mine!” You teased with a smug grin playfully slapping at him. Him being away from you wasn’t exactly his fault but it wasn’t yours either. You sat up some more and started to get off the bed. Your legs dangled off the edge as you stretched looking around for the clothes he had peeled off you last night. Trent grabbed your phone off the bed to look at the time again and swiped up unlocking it. He navigated around to see what you’d been up to since he left. Making his way to your camera roll, he scrolled through your recent pictures.

“Didn’t send this to me…” he mumbled and huffed while he rolled his eyes looking at a mirror pic you took to send to Lauren of your outfit one day. You had asked if it was too slutty, she said no, you landed on yes so you changed hence why Trent wouldn’t have seen it. You just smiled at his feigned annoyance and stood up, walking away from him. He opened your TikTok that was still on the liked video edit of him. The smug look that came over this boy's face was ridiculous. He laughed to himself and rolled over on his stomach kicking his feet like a little girl giddy, pretty happy scrolling through comments.

‘Daddy’

‘He’s so fine’

‘Obsessed with him’

“What?” You asked him unaware as you listened to him giggle. You turned around to see his eyes practically closed; they were squinted so much from his big smile. He turned the phone around for you to see the video playing cutting to different angles of himself.

“What’s this? Hmm?” He laughed with a load of self satisfaction you couldn’t even make up. You walked over to him and snatched the phone clicking off the power button.

“Oh stop! Get over yourself!” You yelped, unable to hide your own laughter. “Also! It’s not like you’ve never watched an edit of yourself. You love it” you poked fun at him trying to deflect. “That’s embarrassing you watching that.” You teased.

“Nah, I’m not the one liking the videos thirsting over me.” He cooed standing up and walking towards you. You rolled your eyes still trying to tame the big smile on your face from being ‘caught.’

“Well they don’t make edits of me for you to like do they?” You rebutted as he got closer to you despite you trying to take steps further away with a childish grin.

“They should” he cooed, keeping his distance as he gave you a sly smile. You could feel the tension rise in the room. The air going thick.

“They should…” you giggled, sarcastically agreeing but flattered with his comment. Your cheeks burning, beginning to hurt from your smile. He always was quick with his words that managed to make your legs feel like jello in an instant.

“C’mere.” Trent lunged at you and you squealed as his big arms wrapped around you, swinging you around. He had you in his hold within milliseconds and you were unable to escape. “You fangirling over me? Hmm?” Trent teased biting on your neck playfully, still manhandling your body in his arms. “Tell me baby… do you have a little crush on me? Think I’m fit?” he laughed as you squirmed, particularly entertained with his findings.

“Yes, T, you’re very very pretty. We get it.” You giggled rolling your eyes ignoring his ego finally breaking out of his grasp. Truthfully, he let you go, he was much too strong for you to manage that on your own. After you ‘escaped’ from him he grabbed your waist quick to pull you back in for a real kiss. You spent the day together and you were just so happy to have him physically home instead of sitting on a FaceTime with him as you cooked your dinner alone. It was much better to feel his hands on you then have him tell you about them. The TikToks were great but the IRL version of Trent was just perfect.

The season had kicked off without a hitch and somehow it was already rapidly approaching the middle of it as you stood in your wardrobe eyes wide. Your summer of warm weather and talk about babies with Trent was long gone. You dragged your hand over the racks of clothing trying to figure out what to wear to Trent’s match tonight. Previously you had been thinking of all the ways you’d have to be hiding a bump at this point but that wasn’t the case. The tiny waist of your pants zipped up perfectly still. Due to the frequency of your appearances at games you felt like you were running out of outfit ideas. It was like doing a weird rubik's cube trying to find new possibilities and variations of match day looks. Trent wasn't around as much. He was heads down, focused, you understood that and you supported him best you could. What was unbelievable to you though was how despite living together in the same house there were weeks like this one where you barely saw him. Christmas was around the corner and you had decided to stay in Liverpool this year, mostly for Trent’s busy schedule but also because you had gone to the US last year. It stressed you out it was getting closer but for the moment your stress was funneled into trying to decide if you wanted to wear heels or sneakers. You ended up wearing a pair of jordans with a black bodysuit that hugged you tight and a pair of cargo pants. You paired a black Prada puffer coat and a Chanel flap bag with the fit. It was simple but sometimes it just felt better to play it low key. You weren’t having to hide a baby bump but you didn't mind hiding yourself all together from people potentially staring at you. Walking around in an Alexander-Arnold jersey at a match sometimes had the effect like wearing a target on your back.

You sat in the box nestled between Marcel and Dianne. It was cold and you could feel your nose run a little as rain poured down on the pitch. Dianne put her hand on your thigh and squeezed your leg as you all anxiously watched Trent walk over to take a corner kick. You followed his methodical movements. In a bizarre way he was incredibly graceful. For someone who was so rough and strong he seemed to move so smoothly and it always impressed you. It impressed you but it didn’t surprise you considering what he was like in bed and how his hands moved on you but you were trying not to let your thoughts go in that direction as you sat next to his mum watching him. You would never tell him how graceful you thought he was though because you’d likely never hear the end of a rant about his technique or the technical side of football, the beauty of the game, whatever it was… he would just end up yapping away. You’d save the comment for a time where he was wired and you were too tired to talk.

Another game and another assist came and went for Trent as you sat in the box listening to his brother talk to you similarly to how Trent would, overly animated, fast, eager to keep your attention. Time went by quickly with Marcel in your ear. You loved him like a brother and just the same he annoyed you like one too. Trent finally appeared in the box moving sluggishly in his tracksuit. You just wanted to run up and hug him, squish him, he looked so cozy. You restrained yourself and let him say hello to everyone; family, friends, niceties to people he didn’t know, making his way through the room. He spotted you waiting patiently leaning your head on Marcel’s shoulder. His face lit up. He winked at you before finishing a conversation he was currently in with a person from the club. When he finished he strided over to you with the same grace and swagger he carried on the pitch. He dapped up Marcel and then stared at you waiting for you to move. He licked his lips and flashed you a smile. You stood up and stepped into his warm embrace silently understanding what he wanted. You kissed under his chin as he squished you against his chest.

“Now thisss is who I’ve been waiting to see” he cooed, kissing the top of your head. Your heart warmed and faltered a little every time he was so open in front of other people about his feelings. “Ready to go home, pretty girl?” He cooed, releasing you from his tight hold but keeping you close to him, his hand lingering on your ass as you tried to subtly swat it away as you stood still talking with his family. You threw him a quick glare. He just looked at you with a big smile, unphased, not budging. He patted your ass cockily proving to you that he was going to do what he wanted when he wanted. He was in control of this relationship, at least physically… that is until you’d pout and cry and he’d cave in an instant. You both liked things that way.

The week rolled on and Trent was at an away game for the champions league versus Paris Saint Germain. You missed him just the same every time he left but it was every week and there was no use in dwelling when it was going to happen. You were on FaceTime with Trent yet again doing nothing but talking nonsense as you were in your bedroom trying on some clothes you had recently bought. You propped the phone up on the dresser for him to see both you and your reflection standing in the mirror.

“T... does this look nice?” You cooed, not looking at the phone. He smiled and chuckled before you changed your mind disregarding any answer he was going to give. You unzipped the little dress and it fell off you and pooled on the ground. Trent cleared his throat letting himself stare at your naked body. You pursed your lips looking dissatisfied with the turn out of your haul. You slipped back on the little thong you were in but had taken off for it not to show under the dress. Trent laughed some more as he felt his cheeks grow warmer. He shook his head in disbelief at your body as you innocently and naively walked back over to the phone turning him on an incredible amount by doing nothing but simply existing back at home.

“Beautiful, baby.” He watched your face light up at his compliment. You looked absolutely unreal as his eyes widened and he smirked. You stared at each other longingly, greedily missing each other but you jumped a little when suddenly your doorbell rang throughout the empty house. You flashed a look of confusion at Trent who heard the noise too. It was odd for someone to be coming to your door like this. If you did have a delivery coming, you always knew about it ahead of time so you looked at Trent again only for him to nod with a grin.

“Well go see…” he threw his head to the side gesturing to you to go open the door. He had a knowing look on your face you didn’t enjoy.

“T… what is this?” You hesitantly walked down the stairs. You cautiously approached your front door to see a delivery man patiently waiting. You put Trent down before opening it. You greeted the man and accepted the package. It was a pretty sizable brown unmarked box. Your brow furrowed as you took it inside. You picked your phone up back up off the console and placed it on the box as you carried both into the kitchen.

“What is it? Go on.” Trent's voice came from the phone reminding you he was there and when you looked down his mischievous smile stared to grow a bit bigger.

“I don’t like that you know what this is…” you paused. “You do know right?” You flashed your eyes at him for an answer. He nodded confirming he did. You mangled the tape off the exterior box unwinding excess packaging material galore before finding a big orange box. You just about felt your heart stop. “No… don’t do this.” You spoke in a shaky voice.

“You’re taking forever…” he whined. You rolled your eyes at his impatience. You opened the lid of the orange box and your jaw slacked. You took the heathered dust bag out of the box and immediately knew holding it.

“Shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up” Your eyes started to welle. Trent tried to talk but you had no idea what he was saying in your state of surprise as you pulled the Hermes birkin 25 out. A hunk of leather had never felt more special in your hands. Your eyes blinked a few times in disbelief you were holding the bag.

“So…” Trent’s voice broke through your moment of utter shock. You shook your head trying to get back to the present moment. You pouted at him unsure what you ever did to deserve him and right now… a fucking birkin.

“Why did you do this, baby?” You cooed in a sappy tone. He just smiled.

“You haven’t read the card… baby, you are taking forever, seriously” He giggled as he watched you pick up the little piece of stationary.

‘Meet me in Paris xx’

“Are you serious?” You started to actually cry now. Tears rolled down your cheeks. One drop splattered onto the card diluting the blank ink of the card stock.

“Why are you crying? Just come meet me, yeah? What do you think?” He spoke a little bit softer seeing you get emotional. You sniffled and nodded your head. “Alright, good, baby. Can’t wait to see you.” Your conversation and stun continued through the night as he told you more legitimate details. Trent had got you a flight to meet him in Paris after his game to spend the night there with him. You eagerly packed absolutely delirious with excitement. You weren’t sure how to pack a birkin but you sure as hell would be finding a way to bring it with you.

There was a knock at your hotel door. You giddily jumped up from the bed and rushed over to look through the little peep hole. As expected, the beautiful boy you watched play a football match earlier this afternoon stood there. You opened the door slow with a sly smile as you leaned against the door frame before him in a slinky silk robe tied at your waist.

“Room service” He cooed cheekily and you just shook your head at his poor joke looking into his dark eyes but played along.

“Just what I ordered.” You giggled, dragging him into the room by his shirt. He stumbled following your harsh pull. He dropped a Louis Vuitton duffle bag on the floor. You heard it hit the carpet but you were totally transfixed on him, completely consumed. The way his hands felt gliding over the material of your robe covering your ass, pulling it up revealing some of your skin, sent a shiver run down your spine. “Do you have time for this?” You said quiet withholding your lips a short distance from his.

“Baby… I always have time for you.” He whispered before his lips pressed into yours. Your body electrified under his touch. You could feel something between you two was different in this hotel room. It was tense and exciting. Maybe it was the way his whisper had tickled your ear. The sensation eliciting something dangerously carnal within you. He untied your robe swiftly, slipping it off your shoulders with a ghosting touch.

His lips melted into yours. It was hot and heavy, like the kiss could bruise your lips. He breathed in your gasp as you felt his hard cock throb against you. The kiss was sloppy with teeth and spit, desperation kicking in after your time apart. You choked a little in the kiss surprised when he pushed you back to the bed. He was confusingly rough and gentle at the same time. His face came level with your core. He pulled your lace panties off slow but with vigor. His fingers made quick work between your wet folds before he spit onto your quivering pussy spreading it around your clit with his thumb. You whined as he moved kisses up your body while he slipped his fingers inside and continued to work them in and out of you. His free hand uncliped your bra.

“Take this off f’me, baby.” Your whines continued falling from your lips repeating his name in pleasure. The words were going straight to his cock that was becoming painfully hard. “I got you, cum f’me.” He whispered sucking on your neck. His fingers movements were harsh compared to his gentle words. You inhaled hard before you could even tell him you were cumming. You felt your walls pulsating around his fingers, your juices leaking down his hand some. He pulled them out slowly, both of his hands coming to knead your tits sensually as he pressed his covered hard cock onto you. You could feel the precum seeping through his thin boxers.

“Please fuck me, T. I need you inside me.” His cock twitched hearing your frenzied voice. You blinked up at Trent with doe eyed and slightly teary ones after your orgasm continued to linger. He slid off his boxers before pulling you into another steamy kiss. He rolled you over to be under you. Eagerly you began to grind your dripping pussy deliciously against his abs. The slick from you and the precum leaking from his tip smeared across your bodies.

“I need you right now.” He groaned out before pushing you back some as you lifted your hips for him. He lined his big cock up with your entrance and helped guide you down slowly. “Fuck, baby, so good” he choked out. He watched you sink down onto his length but your eyes were focused on the pleasure washing over his face. You nodded once he was all the way in for him to move. You bounced on top of him as he thrusted into you in perfect synchronized movements.

“I love you so much, baby.” You whimpered. The rhythm of your bodies was sublime. Trent's eyes glazed over seeing your tits bounce in front of him as you whined out. You hooked your arms around his neck as his big hands slid up your body coming to play with your hard nipples.

“I love you. Shit, I love you so much.” He moaned, feeling the warm pulsations as he eased in and out of you. The tender moment was juxtaposed with the filthy sounds of your bodies coming together. “My girl’s so beautiful, do you know that? Gonna get you pregnant. Gonna make you the most beautiful mummy.” He whispered, pulling you down into an intimate urgent kiss overcome with emotion. You nodded before moaning out something that had got you started on this journey in the first place.

“Uh huh, daddy” you smiled imagining making him one. It was a name you said earnestly but also a little teasingly, not hating the way you felt him fuck into you a little big harder when he heard it. His eyes shut tight as he rashly flipped you over again to be on top and began hammering into your g spot. Your back arched and your lips parted in loud cries.

“Say it again.” He grunted out. And so you did. Trent swore he could cum right there. He continued slamming into you as you wrapped your legs around him. “I love you, baby.” His words swallowed as you came in for another kiss.

“I love you.” As tears started to roll down your cheeks overwhelmed by pleasure and emotion. He continued with his harsh thrusts paired with the most gentle touches. Your body was being rocked against the mattress when he slipped his fingers into your mouth. Flustered by his pace you gaged around them, drooling, sucking desperately.

“I love you so fucking much. Such a good girl for me. Doing so good for me. Taking me so well.” He groaned watching you before he slid his fingers down to rub perfect circles on your clit.

“I’m cumming. Fuck! You feel so good. Ffuck.” You cried out as your lips parted again before his hips closed on yours again. You chanted his name overtaken by the pleasure consuming your whole body. Trent wanted to hear the sounds you were making forever on repeat. The knot in your stomach tightened before it snapped as more tears fell. You clenched tighter around his throbbing cock. He took his fingers off your clit to wipe away your tears sweetly then kissed onto your neck lovingly.

“Baby, I need to cum in this pretty pussy. Need to fill you up. Need you. Gonna.. shit! Gonna cum. Gonna get you pregnant.” He grunted out. His cock twitching deep inside you seconds before he came painting your insides, filling you up as promised. You continued moaning as you rode him through his orgasm. His movements stilled and he laid on top of you stuck to your body. He stayed inside for sometime before he pulled out. His fingers coming to gently push his leaking cum back inside you gently. You whined at the feeling. He came to lay next to you and pulled you onto him.

“Please love me forever.” You pathetically begged deliriously. Between the physical exhaustion and the mental reverie you were in you could barely stay awake. He held you close to him as your body relaxed against his.

“I’ll love you forever, Y/N.” He whispered with a smirk almost out of breath, panting, placing a kiss behind your ear. Trent stared at you falling asleep on him, your bare back, the dim light in the room illuminating your raised spine as his fingers traced down it. Your cheek squished by your own weight on one side of his chest…Your pale pink manicured hand sprayed across the other side. He stroked over your bare ring finger. He felt his heart beat a little faster. “Gonna give you everything you deserve, baby.” He whispered. Your eyes fluttering open again. You glanced up at him, gliding your hand on him down his soft skin. You had never felt more at peace or more in love with him. You laid tucked in Trent’s arms as your heartbeats synced. His hands caressing your skin with his big hands. He nestled his face in the nape of your neck.

“I really want this…” you cooed quiet. Your voice sounded perfect at that moment but his heart broke a little remembering sitting on the couch with you months ago after the doctor left. He knew immediately what you were talking about.

“C’mere” he turned you around to lay your back against his chest. His arms wrapped around your entire frame as he squeezed you tight. “We’re gonna make you a mummy, promise.” He spoke equally as quiet into the shell of your ear. His stubble against you made you shiver into him. Just hearing the word ‘mummy’ sent your emotions over the edge. Thank god he turned you to face the other way. Your eyes filled with tears although you didn’t make a sound. You wanted to be a mummy for him so bad. To give him what he wanted. You nuzzled your head back into the space between his shoulder and his neck. Your hands dragged over his arms across you before one reached behind you and glided over his cheek, the other squeezing his thigh beside you. You smiled unprompted imagining the chaos your house would unfold into with a baby involved. Pulling a little 66 jersey over a curly head of hair on match day. Cuddling on the couch with a third tiny human. Him in the back garden running about with a toddler and a ball. It all just worked. It made perfect sense in your mind that your perfect man would be the perfect dad.

“We'll do it, baby.” You giggled thinking about Trent as a dad.

“Yeah? Glad you’re on my team now. I know we will too.” He pecked your cheek. His hands spread over your stomach. “You want food, pretty girl? I’m starving.” Your mind went blank for a moment. You forgot you were in a hotel, you forgot you were in Paris for god sake. In the best way possible, Trent had the ability to steal you entirely from reality. Your world revolved around him and those glimmering eyes and that cheeky smile. You sat on his lap at a table in the room. Thinking about it as you sat unnecessarily on him you two probably were a little nauseating with affection but you just wanted to be closer to him. You both ate far too much food but to be fair you worked up quite an appetite.

“We’ll just take it in stride, alright? Try not to stress about this.” He cooed veering into a conversation about the logistics of your pregnancy situation. Trent didn’t want you to feel like the second he was off the pitch you had to fuck to get pregnant. He wanted you to want him to make love to you. To keep the emotions in the sex not fall into the monotony of the act. You appreciated that he cared and understood neither of you wanted it to ever become transactional. You fell to sleep after having the real room service, a shower, and another sleepier fuck, refusing to leave the room clinging to him and the moment alone you were finally getting to have after spending too much time apart lately.

You woke up in the morning cuddled so close to him you could barely breathe, the heat between you two was making you both slightly sticky and yet you loved every second of it. You sleepily kissed up his jawline and back down again. He grumbled still asleep. He looked like an angel. Trent couldn’t find the strength to wake up. He was absolutely gassed from his match and your night. He was glued to your body. The alarms of your phones were going off but both of you were just reveling in being in each other's company too much to even try to get up. You continually hit ‘snooze’ on your phones every time they rang out. He started to groggily wake and pulled you into a tight embrace. You cuddled in a more intentional manner than a sleepy one now. Nothing else mattered than you two in this bed. Trent didn’t feel like he had just played a match in one of the largest competitions in all of football. He felt like he was just yours right now and that’s all he wanted to be for the moment as he felt your heartbeat under your warm skin.

“I’m exhausted…” you cooed stroking over his hair. Leaning your head further onto him, plagued by sleep.

“Yeah? What’d you get up to last night?” He cheekily said with a shit eating grin. Trent’s tiredness slipped away for a moment as he fell into a smug laugh.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. You’re very funny, T, but yes I am exhausted from last night. I’m pretty sure I fell just a little more in love with you, think it took a lot out of me.” You pinched your thumb and pointer finger together showing a small amount of space as you giggled

“Aw baby, that was sweet. I probably did a little too if that’s even possible at this point but I was just thinking it was probably from how well I fucked you last night.” He chuckled to himself. You could feel his chest vibrate from the noise. Both of your faces pulled into big, big smiles. You tapped at his arm around you playfully.

“You're such a boy!” You squeaked. “That could’ve been a nice moment but nooo.” You giggled feigning an annoyance you didn’t feel. He squeezed you a little tighter before pressing a kiss onto your lips and giving you a half assed ‘I’m sorry’” you laid in the fluffy luxurious hotel bedding for what felt like ages just exchanging kisses and mushy feelings in between comfortable silences as he played with your fingers before finally speaking again.

“We have to get going, sweetheart.” He attempted to sit up some but you just clung to him tighter.

“Are you sure you couldn’t just transfer to PSG?” You teased getting more comfortable in the bed. “We could live right here. This could be our bed. We could learn French.” Your words were muddied in giggles from the silly joke you were making. As you spoke you just snuggled further into his embrace.

“Yeah… okay baby” he yessed your plan with a faint laugh. You obviously weren’t serious, he knew that, you just were so comfortable in the moment that you didn’t want to leave the cozy place you were currently in.

“I like it right here” you whined a little, throwing puppy eyes at him. You liked holding onto him. He was so sweet to even make last night possible you didn’t want to have to make the move to end it. You rubbed your hands over his warm skin. Your hands sliding up his neck before reaching his chin to scratch at his facial hair.

“I love you right here but I’ll love you just the same when we get back home, baby.” He kissed the top of your head before he hummed in contentment as your nails tickled him. You pouted about your stay coming to an end but also just how sweet he always was. You eventually peeled your magnetized bodies off one another’s and began to pack up and shower. Your body stuck to his again wet and you laughed trying to share one towel in order to stay closer drying each other off poorly. You detached less dry than you should’ve been by this point. “Just to really rub it in that we’re going home, Tyler said people are making a big deal out of my little detour after the match. Just a heads up.” Trent said coming up behind you giving you a quick kiss to your cheek.

“I’m sorry.” Your face dropped. You were in your own world inside that hotel room but outside, it was definitely still spinning in its usual order. “I don’t like when I’m the culprit of the media covering some sort of escapade of yours.” You said guilty, moving back into the main room to get dressed.

“Well, I, in fact, do like when you are.” He kissed your lips. “The only things I want happening in my life are the ones with you.” You smiled faintly but you didn’t say much of anything else as you helped fold and fill his duffle bag. You got to run out around the city briefly grabbing macaroons you liked and hitting a few stores before you had to head to the airport but it was an incredibly quick turn around.

You boarded the plane back to England, a short flight nestled in his arms. You both were in sweat sets, yours from Sporty & Rich, his from Aime Leon Dore. With his hood up, Trent rested his head against the window while you laid on him. For a fast flight you were incredibly comfortable. It was going to be the last fleeting moment together before Trent and by proxy, you, returned to regularly scheduled programming of matches and mayhem.

As anticipated and warned by Tyler, your moment alone shattered the second camera’s flashes filled your line of sight. You blinked your eyes trying to adjust to the lights. Trent held your hand tighter as he walked through airport arrivals. Security followed next to you. This would never be normal. As the chaos rushed around you with inquiries about Trent’s commitment to the team for ‘taking a day off’ which by the way… was approved by the club, just saying! You squeezed his hand more. Despite feeling more than uneasy he had a way of stilling the madness with a simple glance to you.

“Okay, baby?” He whispered. You nodded with a faux smile. Security opened the door to the car waiting for you. Trent stayed at the car door with them holding it open and helping you in. Your hand grazed his waist as a silent thank you before you slid in. He quickly followed you into the blacked out vehicle. Even after the door shut and it was quiet the noise of the shutters still rang in your ears. While you were hounded as people scolded Trent’s travels, you never felt more secure in his arms tucked into the backseat.

You drove off from the airport towards home and you watched the landscape blur out the car window on the motorway. You laid back into him, your legs stretched across the seat, feet up, and your head thrown to the side against his chest as his hands aimlessly grazed over you. Trent’s hand moved to grip your leg right above your knee. He squeezed it teasingly. You looked up at him and the honey hue of his eyes reflecting the sun filled your stomach with butterflies and a sliver of hope.

“I have a good feeling about next year” he winked looking at you with a sincerity no one could ever make you believe other than him.

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neukdaez · 9 months

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what kinks do you think the teamies are into? 🥹 love ur blog btw xx

k - right off the bat i'm thinking size and strength kink. it goes hand in hand in this case. he's a big, strong man in and outside of the bedroom. breeding, too. loves it when things get a little messy and it's leaking out of you. i can see slight pet play with him too. it doesn't take much so a general dom/sub or powerplay dynamic works for him.

fuma - like k, size and strength kink, but just a little less. i think he's more into daddy kink adjacent things. on the giving side of a praise kink, loves it when you crumble from his words alone. oh and body worship on both ends. can spend all day loving on you and your body but he won't say no to you worshipping his cock ;)

nicholas - PET PLAY, pulls out all the stops like buying you cute collars and ears. i'm picturing him taking a video of him and you through the mirror with you sitting by his feet while he twists a leash around his hand HHHDHSHDHS. impact play, breath play, orgasm control. he's nasty fr and down to experiment lots of things tbh

euijoo - i wanna say pet play again bc hello this is &team we're talking about but with joojoo it's him as the pet. whether he's feeling submissive or more like a dog in heat, he's your good boy. also hear me out, exhibitionism. gets off to the idea that he has you squirming even in public. praise kink and orgasm control (more on overstim) are also things he might enjoy, among others.

yuma - breath play hsjkdfkjshd loves it when you cry and your eyes roll back from him choking you. also another exhibitionist but is also a major voyeur. actually, in connection with that, i think he wouldn't mind watching if one of his other members has a go with you. throw in katoptronophilia or mirror sex in there, too. he loves seeing you in the mirror go dumb over his cock.

jo - are we even surprised at this point? size kink. his whole hand could cover your whole face. he's so mommy kink coded it's insaneeeee. i feel like he's a fan of mutual masturbation like to him it's so hot watching you get off. contrary to his shy outward nature, i feel like he'd also be into mirror sex. it's dirty and exciting for him to see himself that way.

#asks #&team smut #&team scenarios #&team imagines

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Okay but imagine 🌽⭐️ Eddie with a best friend who’s curious about what’s it’s like sleeping with one , like I can’t stop thinking about how mf nastyyyy he would be omggg😭😭😭

Oh.my.god. He would be so freaky. like a little too freaky. and he also has costars with male and female anatomy. pornstar eddie is for everybody, this man fr don’t care as long as everyone is feeling good/having fun and gettin they money

he talks to you about ALL his porn experiences, and sometimes, you literally get so horny from his conversations that you have to take a break. other times, you’re truly just blown away by the things they have him do.

“you did what?” your jaw drops at him

“yup. craziest threesome of my life. who would’ve known that pretending to fuck ‘my boss’ in her tight pencil skirt," he air quotes, "while her ‘secretary’ has a fake dick in my ass would have been so... fun? I felt like we were straight up acting in a movie.”

“in a corporate office set, too...? I mean, wow.”

“yeah,” he half laughs, “the secretary girl was a hot idea though.” his voice drops and his tone gets sultry. he leans in, his face now close to yours with a strange smirk. “you seem real curious, sweetheart... maybe you should come see with your own eyes, huh?” he flirts.

“oh shut up, dork.” you smile, putting your palm on his cheek and pushing his face away. he chuckles at you.

let’s get this straight tho, pornstar Eddie eats ass. I don’t care what anyone has to say, he probably had to eat someones ass for a video, and then got hooked on it because his co-stars said the orgasm they got was a REAL one. didn’t have to fake SHIT.

some nights, you recall the things he told you about and touch yourself to it...

other nights, you don’t have to use your imagination, because he literally sits with you as you both watch the porn videos he starred in.

“if you’re so curious, why don’t we just watch some?” he said it so nonchalantly. Of course, you agreed, and then you both made a habit of watching his new videos when they get released.

you watch him fuck in all sorts of positions you haven’t heard of before. you wonder how these people are so damn flexible.

Their legs are twisted around his body, and he thrusts at different angles constantly. He always switches his body around, unable to stay in one position for no longer than 2 minutes. Eddie is as hyper during sex as he is in his everyday life

Lots of positions had your jaw dropping, but one particular position made your heart slightly... break at the intimacy of it?

Now, it still looked a little rough, and a little freaky, but their bodies were hooked together, and the girl had nothing else to hold on EXCEPT for him... He said it's called the "torch position."

But imagine... Eddie fucking you instead, and all you could grip onto was his body. He would have his large, warm, hands holding up your back as he thrusts into you, while all you can do is claw into him, moaning and crying in pleasure. your face would look so desperate from all the arousal, trying to hold onto something.

His curly head would be between your raised legs at the sides of his neck. maybe he’d turn to the side sometimes, to kiss and bite your skin. his big brown eyes would lower down to where your bodies are joined, lustfully licking those plump pink lips of his.

Your face quickly warmed up, heating up more and more by the second. Your panties were turning into a slick mess. You shuffled your legs awkwardly, but you’re unable to keep your eyes off the screen.

“that looks... intimate for a porno.” you observe.

“I uh... I guess so.” he mutters, turning his head to eye your side profile before speaking again, “I was just lookin’ at her tits, so..” Eddie chuckles awkwardly, turning his face back to the screen.

he very quickly adjusts his pants, feeling them get a little tight.

Eddie’s pants were getting tight because not only does watching porn get almost anyone horny, he was watching it with his best friend.

his best friend, that he was probably definitely attracted to, was watching him pump people full with his cum, covering their chests with it too. making their faces trickle with it, their mouths stuffed with it, their hands dripping in it...

“that position was, uh...” he interrupts his own thoughts, trying to figure out what to say- fun? hot? sexy? boring because it wasn’t you on his dick? it wasn’t you moaning at his face, digging your nails into his skin, screaming how good he feels?

“...pretty wild.” he finally states.

the lighting is always so good, it makes his inked chest glisten and glimmer with sweat and cum. His tattoos flex above the muscles of his body every time he moves.

speaking of muscles, pornstar eddie is a tiny bit more toned because he literally has to take care of his body, since he practically does a form of physical exercise for a living.

his leg and arm muscles flex and tighten the most under the set lights. the shadows and highlights it provides helps show definition to his body, you can’t stop staring at them.

you pretend you’re the girls in the video being fucked by him, sometimes. you envy them, even if their moans are fake. you still wish it was Eddie that was thrusting into you that fast. speaking to you like that.

his back muscles protrude out deliciously when he bends over to speak into their ears. into their mouths, too. and at their sweaty pleasured faces.

“good girl, you like that?”

“you want more?”

“keep squirming, it’s fuckin’ hot”

“yeah? jus’ like that? keep beggin’ then.”

“oh you’re cryin’? what you cryin’ for, dollface?” he says that one while he’s got his fingers in their mouths, gagging them a little bit.

and when the girls are on top, or even pegging him, he makes the hottest faces. his eyes roll, his hair is so messy, his mouth even drools. and one time, that cute pink tongue of his stuck out. poor thing was so overwhelmed with pleasure.

another time, he was tied up while he was being pegged. his wrists where cuffed, and arms tied back to a bed frame. he couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

honestly, any time someone’s on top, he can’t stay quiet. he’s loud, but not obnoxious. he actually sounds naturally loud. like all the pleasure he’s feeling is real.

“oh fuck, don’t stop, please!”

“that feels so good-- shit..”

“mmm fuck yes, fuck me..”

“ah fuck, keep going.. gonna cum!”

“harder... need it harder..”

little do you know, he fucks the hardest and cums the most when he’s fucking the girls that look like you. and in his solo videos, he thinks of your body every time his eyes close. He almost accidentally moaned your name too

his hands too. oh my god. he’s got different rings to pick from for certain videos. they sparkle in the camera lense when they roam over someones body. the veins in his hands are defined in close up shots of then curled around someones throat, or squeezing the fat of someones ass when they ride him.

his fingers skillfully pump in and out of people, making them cum hard, and he pulls them out, glistening wet. he brings those thick fingers to their mouths, and has them suck everything off. those damn fingers that you’ve wanted inside of you for a while, all on display, shining with someone else's cum.

his voice hums through the screen, and then he praises them for cleaning his fingers so well before fucking them absolutely filthy. their obnoxious moans fill your ears, but you can only focus on eddie’s voice.

and thats just with the girls. he doesn't even want to show you what he does with the guys between his legs.

“so what’s it like?” you ask innocently, after the video of eddies most recent porno ends.

“whats what like?”

“having sex with all those cameras around? and people in the room directing, or watching you?” you ponder. “and having sex with all those attractive co-stars?”

he thinks, wondering how to answer you. you’ve never asked before.

“it’s... well, it’s kinda crazy, but also fun. I get paid to fuck.” he says, “and everyone has experience, so it feels pretty good, for the most part.”

“for the most part?”

“yeah... sometimes it’s just straight up exhausting.” eddie complains, “and awkward.”

you understandingly hum, silently agreeing that it must be awkward to have sex with all these people around, all these cameras and corny scripts.

“as for the ‘attractive’ costars,” he starts up again, “I think they’re alright. some are super hot, others are... whatever.” he shrugs.

“whatever? you looked like you were having a lot of fun to me.” you tease him.

“it’s called ‘pretending’ sweetheart,” he smiles at you, tilting his head and showing those cute dimples, “people do it sometimes.”

you roll your eyes at him.

he speaks with that flirtatious tone again. “maybe I should just fuck all that curiosity outta’ ya... show you what I look like when ‘m not pretending, huh?” his eye brow raises under those curly bangs of his, smile never fading.

you get butterflies from his words. how dare your best friend be so bold with you after you both watched him fuck on his screen? “In your dreams, Munson.” you try to act unfazed by his words.

little do you know, he indeed does fuck you in his dreams. sometimes it’s far more intimate than the position you mentioned. other times, its more filthy than any porn video he showed you.

#sub eddie munson #sub!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #dom eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #stranger things smut #switch eddie munson #switch!eddie munson

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tozuiyon · 1 year

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Continuing on the behind the scenes of Crime and Punishment (2007) directed by Dimitri Svetozaeov (Преступление и наказание by Дмитрий Светозаров)…

here is the video that I talked abt in the first post 😭😭 (because I can't post more than 1 in a post).

Also added the vid from the first post - in case you're new to this post ;)

HE GOT THOSE ‘HOLDING AND WAVING THE AXE AROUND’ DANCE MOVES

Fun Fact:

The actor, Vladimir Koshevoy (Владимир Кошевой) who plays Raskolnikov, was suggested to find and listen to music- specified for each episode- in order to get in character and determine the behavior of Raskolnikov.

Music he listened to were 'destructive' (in his opinion and he quotes, "Dostoyevsky should have everything that is, a lyrical waltz, a soul-twisting march, and an incomprehensible creak of something...").

He mentions classical music like; Vivaldi, Schnittke, Gubaidulina, Karavajchuk, Arvo Pärt, etc...

...........Is Madonna one of them?? 😳😳😳 /j

Interview with Koshevoy

god this song slaps so much

i noticed that on Koshevoy’s instagram and vk, he listens to Muse and Panic at the Disco 😭😭😭

I believe that these were the costume tests for the series. They're all so cute sobsosbosbobsob

Somehow I can't find the other actors costume tests :(

that jacket looks so comfy ngl

he got that palmerston hat fit

HES SO FINE

Screen tests!!!!!

THIS SCREAMS 2000s SO MUCH AAAAAAAA

Koshevoy - Raskolnikov with St Petersburg's 'The Church of the Savior on Spilled Blood' behind him..... edgelord.

RASKOLNIKOV WITH A FLIP PHONE BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Potential meme material

I think he's up to something guys 🤔

I THINK THE PHOTOGRAPHER FELL IN LOVE WITH KOSHEVOY LMAO

i'm in love with him too 😳😳😳😳

have no idea what they're doing here 😭😭

he is silly goofy your honor 🥲

hes like me fr

here is some more photos that the photographer took--

AND NOW I HAVE REACHED THE 30 PHOTO LIMIT........

stay tuned for the next post! :D

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omartinyosef · 1 month

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THE THREE WATERFALLS ULTIMATE THEORY

So. Okay. Let's get this shit done.

The waterfall as a symbol can be interpreted in many different ways, depending on cultural, historical, and personal context. Here are a few common interpretations:

Nature: Waterfalls are often seen as symbols of nature's raw power and beauty, representing the majesty and grandeur of the natural world.

Change: A waterfall symbolizes change, as it is a constantly moving, evolving entity. The flowing water can represent the passage of time, or the journey of life.

Cleanliness: The waterfall's cleansing properties can symbolize purification and renewal, often used in religious or spiritual contexts.

Abundance: Waterfalls are often associated with abundance, fertility, and prosperity, representing a source of sustenance and life.

Adventure: Waterfalls can symbolize adventure and excitement, representing a journey into the unknown and a quest for discovery.

Continuity: The waterfall also represents continuity and the flow of life – how life flows, including its highs and lows.

So. Mike said ''three waterfalls''. Giving the word waterfall the last meaning, it symbolizs that life keeps going. But using the meaning of change, the thing changes (haha humor de cuñado).

Three waterfalls. Three ''changes''. Okay. What could this mean? Of course something that changes the whole series. Something that screams revolution 'cuz it's the end of the season and all that stuff.

Also: ''Waterfall change management is a sequential and linear approach to managing changes in a project or system.''

This could mean that, through the whole season, we are gonna see three important changes/plot twists, but happening slowly? And the three waterfalls Mike said could be the final product of those changes. Of course Mike and Will are gonna have romantic interaction in season 5. And shut up you milkvans 'cause it's undeniable. Like, really. It's confirmed Will's in love with Mike, so it's gonna be a important part of the season. And if we think about byler happening, we have one change.

Another change that could happen is El and Mike's relationship. 'Cause if they break up we will have a change that affects the whole series. And with that we have two changes. Now third, which i dont have any idea of what it could be. Let me know in your comments. And if we think about the video games, surprise!! Often a video game has a secret hiding within a waterfal. So, this is gonna be like 3 secrets developing on season 5.

Like, could this be a pararell with 'Fantastic beasts: The secrets of Dumbledore?'', cause there's 3 secrets along the film. And the first revealed secret (that we all knew about) Is that dumbledore and Grindelwald we in love. AND we know that will's in love with Mike. So DING DING DING!!! First secret. Also, it's clear that One/Henry/ Vecna is hidding something about Will. Cause like, really, look at this

This is NOT a demogorgon and It used telekinesis to open the shed's door will locked. And manipulated the lightning. Bro. Fr. So we will find out why Vecna took Will and not anyone else. And DING DING DING!!! Second secret revealed. The third secret could be that this little guy:

LITERALLY SCREAMS:

(I use this flag cuz idk if you think mike's bi or gay)

So this three waterfalls have 3 secrets behind them and through the season we will see our dear characters face it and solving their messed up shit?

Maybe.

Good Lord i dont even know how i did this

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MARAUDERS YOUTUBE CHANNEL!!! i feel like they would do goofy reaction videos and once in a blue moon remus uploads a 2 hour video to the channel going into depth about the history of circular knitting needles are something silly and sirius uploads shit like "grwm while i talk shit" and he talks ab his hatred for snape... fuck ass bob snape.... and oh my god - 🍒

THEIR YOUTUBE CHANNEL WOULD BE SO CHAOTIC FR!!! here are some more ideas i have

they would have dare or dare vids where they just constantly dare each other to do stupid shit (you see reg rolling his eyes at the back and benjy with a first aid kit)

remus would have definitely have a educational vid but with a twist — he’ll do quiz bee kind of vid and the rest of the marauder will be sitting on a drum of water and every wrong answer their sit will get lower and lower until they get dunk into the water lol

i also imagine them doing a without a recipe lile the try guys and remus would always be the worst one (james always winning because effie taught him how to cook thank you very much)

sirius would have vid with regulus because their fans love their dynamic and loves regulus so he does vids like “doing reggie’s make up” or “dressing reggie lile me” and more of those

peter would run their twt, ig, and tiktok and he always goes viral (people are asking him for his own yt vids but he says he doesnt want to)

regulus and benjy being honorary members and people enjoy when they are in the vids

people playing a game of “take a shot everytime james mentions reg” lol

HI ANON CHERRIES!

#anon cherries asks #yes anon cherries has their own tag now

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