Simon X Reader

The light of Umbara

Kinktober ‘24 - exhibitionism

Rex/501st × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1.5k

Summary: You’re in a relationship with Rex and the latest mission is proving to be especially hard. When his messages get more and more hopeless you decide to take matters in your own hands.

Notes: This is the first of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my request are open. We have recording of masturbation, kind of remote barracks bunny? All for our favorite captain and his men.

The war was never easy, but Umbara was a special kind of hell.

You had been through long missions before, waiting for Rex to return from one battle after another, but this time was different. Umbara was a planet drenched in darkness-both literally and figuratively.

The constant shadow of war had worn down the men, and you could feel the weight in Rex's messages. General Skywalker had been called away on urgent business, leaving the 501st in the hands of General Krell, a Jedi that couldn't have been more different from Anakin. Cold, calculating, and seemingly indifferent to the lives of his men, Krell was draining the spirit out of the entire battalion.

You could feel it in Rex's words. He tried to stay strong, as he always did, but you knew him better than anyone. His messages came less frequently, and when they did, they were short, tired. You could feel his frustration with Krell, his exhaustion with the war, and the weight of leadership pressing down on him.

One night, you received a message from Rex, and this time, it wasn't about the mission.

"Everyone's down. Krell is making things harder than they need to be. It's taking a toll on the men.. on all of us. Just wanted to hear from you. Miss you."

Your heart ached for him. You knew the toll this war took, not just on his body but on his spirit, and it was times like these when he needed something to lift him up.

That's when you got an idea.

Rex had told you before that when morale was low, anything that could lift the spirits of the men -even something small- could make a world of difference.

So, you decided to give them something that would do more than just raise morale.

You wanted to give them hope.

A little light in the dark.

You took your datapad, positioning it above your bed just right. You spent half an hour fumbling round trying to suspend it from your ceiling lamp. And when you finally succeeded you stripped down, leaving on only a very tiny pair of lace panties - the ones Rex had always liked, the ones that made his breath hitch whenever he saw you in them.

You felt a thrill as you adjusted the datapad, ensuring it captured your entire body.

Once you were satisfied with the angle, you hit record.

Laying back against your pillows, you let out a soft sigh, slowly pushing the blanket off your body, revealing your bare skin.

You imagined Rex watching you, imagined him being right there with you, and it sent a shiver down your spine. Your hands moved slowly, teasingly, over your skin. You wanted to draw this out, to make it as enticing as possible, not just for Rex but for the men who might see it too.

Your fingers trailed down your stomach, playing at the edge of your lace panties before slipping just beneath the fabric.

You moaned softly, knowing the camera was catching every sound, every twitch of pleasure as you began touching yourself. Your fingers moved between your slick folds, already soaked from the thought of what you were doing and who would be watching.

You slowly slid off your panties and threw them towards the camera with a teasing smile.

But you weren’t done yet.

You reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the white-and-blue marbled dildo that Rex had given you as a gift, a reminder of him while he was away.

You held it up to the camera for a moment, letting the men watching know exactly what was coming.

Slowly, you slid the dildo down your body, spreading your legs to make sure the got a good view, teasing your clit with the tip before pressing it inside you.

The sensation made you gasp, your back arching off the bed as the dildo filled you. You pumped it in and out of yourself, letting your moans grow louder as you imagined it was Rex thrusting into you. You could almost hear his voice in your ear, whispering sweet, filthy things as he took you apart.

"Rex," you moaned softly, your free hand moving to your breast, pinching your nipple as you picked up the pace. You knew how to work yourself up, how to give them a show, and you weren't going to stop until you were trembling from your first orgasm.

It didn't take long. The combination of the dildo and your fingers rubbing circles against your clit had you spiraling fast. With one final thrust, you cried out, your body shuddering as the first orgasm ripped through you.

But you weren't done. Not yet.

You pulled the dildo out, laying back against the pillows as you caught your breath. But the heat between your legs was still burning, and you needed more. You started again, rubbing your clit, pushing yourself toward a second orgasm. This time, the build-up was slower, more intense. You could already feel a slight overstimulation setting in, but that only made it better.

"Fuck," you moaned softly, your fingers moving faster as the pleasure in your core built again.

The squelching of you pussy when you thrusted the dildo back in was straight up lewd and you shuddered feeling yourself stretch around it.

With one final moan, your body convulsed, your second orgasm crashing over you in waves, even better than the first one. Your breath was ragged, your body glistening with sweat as you finally set the dildo aside, your hands trembling.

You reached for the datapad, stopping the recording.

Your heart raced as you attached the video to a message, typing out a quick note:

"A little light in the dark, for you. And for the boys, if you want to share."

You sent the message off, your heart pounding with anticipation. It was bold -risky even-but you knew Rex, and you knew he'd appreciate it. Now, all you had to do was wait.

You ran yourself a hot bath, sinking into the water as you let the warmth soothe your muscles. You couldn't stop thinking about the video, about Rex's reaction when he saw it. Would he watch it alone? Would he share it with his brothers? The thought made your core tighten again, your body aching for his touch.

Hours passed, you got out of the tub, ordered some food and cuddle up on the couch with a holodrama and just as you were beginning to think you might not hear from him tonight, your datapad pinged.

"Look what you did. Love you so much."

Your heart skipped a beat as you opened the attachment.

The video began, and immediately, you recognized the familiar dim lighting of a barracks room. In the middle of the room was a table with a datapad, and from the sounds, you knew it was your video playing. You moans echoed through the small space.

The men were gathered around the table, most of them in their white-and-blue armor and some in their blacks, the same ones you had seen a thousand times. But now, there was something different in the air-something heavy, almost primal.

Groans and gasps filled the room as the men watched your video. You could see their hands moving toward their cocks, some already stroking themselves as the video continued. The camera didn't show faces, but you could hear their breath hitching, could see the way their bodies tensed as they watched you touch yourself.

A few of them hesitated at first, but as your moans filled the room, it was clear that none of them could resist. You heard the familiar clicking of codpieces being removed and by the end of the video, all of them had their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves in time with your movements.

You watched in awe as the men gave in completely to their desires, their breathing heavy as they lost themselves in the video. When the recording got to the part where you fucked yourself with the dildo in the colors of their battalion there was no holding back.

One by one, they came, their groans filling the room as they spilled onto the table in front of them. It was messy, desperate, and incredibly hot.

But the best part came at the end. As the last few moans faded, you heard Rex's voice, soft but clear, cutting through the darkness.

"Can't wait to come home to you and reward you," he whispered.

And then the video ended.

You stared at the screen, your heart racing, your body trembling with arousal. You could hardly believe what you had just watched, and yet, the thought of all those men coming undone to the sight of you-it made you ache for more. But it was Rex's words that stuck with you, the promise of what awaited you when he finally came home.

You sank down onto the cushions of your sofa slipping your hand into your panties, you were soaked, your mind spinning. Rex had always been a man of his word, and you knew that when he returned, he wouldn't just reward you - he would worship you.

❛ 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ! ❜ | s.rintaro

when your idiot friend atsumu gives your phone number to suna rintarou, the guy you've had a crush on for years, will you really fumble him like you thought you would? or could something more blossom between the two of you?

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲/𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀 — fluff | sprinkles of angst | suggestive humor | foul language | romance/comedy | lots of "kys" "kms" jokes | smau

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀 — ongoing ( 12.27.24 — ______ )

𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 | 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱 | 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

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001. yn's astronomical fumble 002. the council shenanigans ( 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 ! )

a/n :: i can't promise that my posting will be consistent, but i'll try to do my best 😓i'm really excited for this series though, and i hope y'all are too ! if you'd like to be tagged in the next parts, leave a comment and i'll make sure to add you to the series taglist :))

sorry, wrong number! — tanaka ryuunosuke. taglist ; open.

★ contents ; smau mixed w/ traditional. set in third year of high school. ooc! tanaka + everyone else, probably. kuroo’s sister! reader. rival schools! au. profanity. tanaka has braces for some reason.

syn ; after leaving a rather obscene voicemail for who she thinks is her older brother, she learns that school rivalry’s are stupid—like she thought—and, huh, maybe, buzz cuts aren’t so bad?

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CHAPTER ONE 1/26/25 6 AM practice 00:14

CHAPTER TWO 1/27/25 GOATED 00:11

CHAPTER THREE 1/29/25 crazy crazy 00:15

CHAPTER FOUR 1/31/25 stalker 00:11

CHAPTER FIVE 2/01/25 you’re obsessed 00:13

CHAPTER SIX 2/03/25 no faith 00:10

blue lock objectively is insane and probably bad. but the thing about blue lock is that once you watch it youre like holy shit this is peak. its a disease.

other powerpoints ive made

Ah yes Suna flash us 😩

Credits to Loonzy Z

Fuck the world we just gon' keep gettin rich 💥

Another request completed 💪💪

Requested by: @hiro--aoki 😝😝

the lucky one

"they still tell the legend of how you disappeared."

pairing: max verstappen x fem!driver

BREAKING NEWS: Mercedes announces driver's retirement 1 week before the season is set to start. The team will hold an emergency press conference to address the driver's departure; says driver will not be in attendance.

zero. the woman, the myth, the legend

one. you look like...

@angsthology cause this plot almost sort of sprung from our brain rot conversations from like a whole year ago... the song just awoke something in me

@foreveralbon @vroomvroomcircuit @scuderia-piastri (unfortunately, i've been away so long that i do not remember if i even had a general taglist in the first place...)

~•♡•~ I Like It Long

➳ Summary: While out on a run, you and Michonne start lightly teasing Daryl for having his hair grown out. But there's a hidden reason as to why he won't cut it. (Daryl x Fem!Reader)

➳ Setting: Alexandria, post Savior war

➳ Word count: 1.4k

➳ C/W: Just smut n hair pulling

➳ A/N: This spawned from me writing the context plot of another fic and I was like… wait (And thank yall for the attention on that Mother's Day post??? Yall are so sweet 😭🫶)

My hair is really similar to Daryl's when it's partially or almost dry and it's actually my favorite thing about myself like xbsosjdjdneisnsiasjebeiisjabajissn

You loudly banged your forearm against the glass door of a long abandoned drug store, not hearing any noise inside. Vines and weeds had grown through cracks in the concrete, winding up the sides of the building.

“Sounds pretty clear,” You shrugged, holstering your bow and opting for hand-held blades as Michonne pulled open the handle. You, her, and Daryl were clearing through a nearby town while out on a supply run, opting to make quick work of the task in favor of getting home.

You three entered the building, keeping your guard up in case of any straggling walkers that weren't roused by the initial attempts to lure them towards you. The interior wasn't large, so you could comfortably split off from each other and still be close.

“Seems mostly ransacked. Not much left,” Michonne commented, katana lowered but out in front of her. This had begun to grow repetitive and boring, energy matching the grayness of the lighting.

She took a pair of hair cutting shears off the shelf in front of her, holding them up to your gaze a few isles over. “Think he could use these?” She asked as a smile played the edges of her mouth, nodding back towards Daryl, looking for mischief. His hair had grown quite long over the course of the last two years, the tawny blond darkening into a rich brown, accompanied by a shaggy cut.

“Oh definitely. Jus’ gotta determine which onna us can hold him down long enough to cut it,” You replied with a chuckle, eyes following hers to where the archer stood at the endcap of another lane.

“Shuddup, will ya?” Daryl scoffed, shaking his head with grunt. His gaze didn't break from the advertisement in front of him, trying to ignore your antics. “Ts'fine.”

“Gotta make use of whatever supplies we find, no?” You continued your teasing, trying to hide the grin on your face at his reaction. “You were sweatin’ like a pig all summer, hair tangled all over yer face ‘n what not. When was the last time you cut it?”

“Don’ kno’, don’ care,” He grumbled, and you eyed Michonne again. It's definitely been since the prison, at least. He moved on from the stand. “Plus, winter up ‘ere's gon be colder. Will keep me warm.”

“Daryl, you're ‘bout the only one who didn't freshen up since we got to Alexandria. Don't you at least want a trim?” Michonne pestered, raising her eyebrows at him and shifting her weight to one leg. “You remember Rick's whole hobo-beard.”

“Ain't got no ‘hobo-beard’.”

“But you do look like the only ‘scissors’ you know is the recently searched on your go to porn site,” Michonne chaffed, barely able to contain herself.

Daryl froze for just a second, face flushing as his head whipped to stare back at her. And you two burst out laughing, to which his expression soured.

“Give it up, alrigh’?! Ain't nothin’ wrong with mah hair!” He snapped, accent thick with embarrassment, bowing his head slightly in an effort to obscure it. He readjusted his hold on his crossbow. “Gon shoot tha botha ya.”

“Ay, ay! Jus’ sayin’. Rick scrapped the beard and… maybe you'll finally get some play too,” She winked, followed by a lighthearted snicker.

Daryl groaned again and rolled his eyes, beginning to walk off, but caught your gaze for just a second.

It's not that he didn't want to cut his hair - he didn't care about it – but he wasn't really allowed to either way. There was one major, sexy, moaning reason he didn't cut his hair.

❥-》》—————➣

“Oh, god, Daryl! Fuck! Don't stop… god don't stop,” You cried out, hands clutching his shoulders as your nails began to dig into his flesh. His grip on your hips was bruising, keeping you steady as he pounded up into you at a relentless pace. That grip was the sole thing grounding you in the reality of the present moment.

“Ain't gon stop,” He affirmed, voice gravelly. You moaned wildly, head weakly falling to his chest with exacerbated breaths, his own heaving against your temple. He leaned closer when he could, harshly sucking at your clavicle and boobs, leaving behind a litter of hickeys and little bites that colored you in reds and purples.

The springs of the bed beneath you sounded like they were gonna fold in on themselves, headboard sporadically banging against the wall as Daryl shifted down a little to hit into you at an angle, your clit brushing against him with each thrust. Your back arched overtop of him, shoving his dick into your belly.

“Baby, please… fhuuuckkkk.” You couldn't even think, every thought consumed by the feeling of him. The way he just destroyed you like it's an art he'd mastered, tip brushing against every sweet and sensitive spot inside you, walls desperately trying to cling on, balls hitting up against you, clit grinding on him, slickness coating his pelvis and your inner thighs, his clutch on you just so fucking strong.

You pulled yourself together, lifting your head to see him. His long hair was dark and dampened with sweat, matting up as it stuck to his forehead, obscuring part of his vision. But he was too focused on using you to fix it, didn't dare to remove his hands unless God willed him to.

You moved up, swiping it away, and his blue eyes instantly connected with yours, pupils blown with lust. He (somehow) sped up, starting to slam your hips up and down to meet him instead of just keeping them stationary, now just beating your cunt.

“Tha's it girl. Jus’ keep takin’ me good like tha’.”

His words made you shiver, and you partially fell forward again, nestling your face beside his and snaking an arm behind his head. Your fingers weaved through his messy hair, tangling at the scalp, then tugging harshly as another wave of pleasure ripped through you.

And he whined. There it is. His breathy gasps and grunts mingled with strained whines, and whimpers, as you pulled tighter and tighter at the roots of his locks. His face contorted, eyes nearly squeezing shut, that one vein bulging from his neck, directly on the verge of so much.

“Daryl… inside.., Dar-” You panted, cut off as everything went white and you hit your peak. Your whole body felt electrified, tensing, twitching, walls spasming, toes curling and claws clinging to his frame.

Daryl tipped over the edge almost immediately after, having just been waiting for you to cum first. He desperately pumped into you a few more times, before curving up once more and simultaneously ramming you down as he came deep in you, the warmth of his release spreading through your core, and he threw his head back with ragged breaths.

You were both left a sweaty mess, gasping for oxygen, feeling full and satisfied. Your muscles couldn't keep you up, and you collapsed onto him, loosening your hold at his scalp, his hold on your hips doing the same.

He recovered a bit quicker than you, bringing a hand up and brushing your own messy hair away the second he had the energy to do so.

“Ya alrigh’, sunshine?” He asked between hitches, hoping he hadn't been too rough. He soothingly rubbed his palm over the curve of your body where bruises were sure to form.

You nodded faintly, moving your head so you could breathe better, and you could feel him relax beneath you from the reassurance. He held you tenderly for a while, giving you time to regain your composure. Your eyes were closed in bliss. Few things beat the feeling of Daryl under you, rising and falling with his torso, hearing his low humming as he steadied himself – his softening cock still buried deep inside you, cum ever so surely beginning to dribble down.

You lazily remained in his arms, not wanting to deal with getting up, or the shower you two definitely needed. You took a strand of his hair, affectionately curling it around your finger like a tendril, then letting it go and repeating.

“Ya actually want me tah cut ma hair?” He eventually asked, thinking back to your light mocking from earlier, how you'd laughed as Michonne layered it on. It didn't matter much to him, he'd do whatever pleased you.

“Fuck no. Was just messin’ with you, Dixon,” You replied, kissing the skin of his collarbone right below you, and moving up to find his lips. “You know I like it long.”

The long hair suited him, he looked good with it. You loved to wash and play with it, brush and braid it while he laid in your lap. But mainly, it was easy to grab at, pull on – and close to nothing in existence sounded better than those whines and whimpers every time you did so.

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press start! — from stardew (18/22)

768 wc

Peering your head through the doorway, your eyes scanned the brightly-lit gym. It was practically empty, a couple players still lingering for all the extra practice they could squeeze out. But of who was left, the one person you were actually looking for didn’t seem to be among them.

Letting out a sigh, you took one last glance into the gym, as though the person you were looking for would miraculously appear. He didn’t, but you caught sight of Lev and Inuoka as they animatedly engaged in conversation with Hinata about something that you couldn’t hear. Chuckling, you stood up straight and reached out to open the net on the door. 

“Y/N?” 

A voice behind you made you jump, and you immediately whipped your head over your shoulder. Standing a few steps away from you was none other than Tsukishima, an unreadable expression on his face as he raised an eyebrow at you. 

“Oh! Hi Tsukishima!” You stood up straight, sending an awkward smile in the boy’s direction as you turned to face him. “How are you? How were your games?”

Tsukishima blinked, giving you a blank look before responding. 

“They were good.” 

You nodded, pressing your lips together. 

“Did you guys win many matches?” 

He paused for a moment, the tension growing with every second that passed, though after a while, Tsukishima simply gave a curt nod. A frown made its way onto your face as you stared at him, trying to pick apart the subtle features of his expression to try and understand what he was thinking. 

“I’m going to get dinner,” he said, moving to step past you. You stepped to the side, partially blocking his path and causing the boy to halt, his eyes widening slightly. You made eye contact with him, your own eyes widening as you stared at each other with blank expressions.

“I was just about to go to the cafeteria for dinner,” you said, giving him a smile. “Did you wanna walk together?” 

A frown made its way onto Tsukishima’s face as he furrowed his eyebrows. He blinked at you.

“I don’t think your boyfriend would be very happy about that,” he said. 

Now, it was your time to frown. Confusion filled your expression as you tilted your head at him. 

“What?” you asked, completely lost. 

“Kenma. Isn’t he your boyfriend?” 

Tsukishima watched as you seemed to process the words that had just left his mouth. First shock crossed your expression, soon replaced by confusion, and the silence would have become even more awkward–

–if you hadn’t burst out in laughter. 

Now, it was Tsukishima’s turn to be confused, dumbfounded as he watched you hunch over in laughter for a solid minute. After composing yourself, you reached up and wiped your eye with your sleeve. You glanced over at him, though this only caused you to burst into laughter once more. 

Another minute later, you took in a deep breath and let out a sigh, finally calming down. Still, giggling, you looked over at him.

“Kenma’s my brother.” 

Tsukishima’s jaw dropped as pure confusion flooded his face, unsure if he’d heard you correctly.

“He’s your brother?” he asked, disbelief evident in his voice, to which you nodded with a grin. “But you guys don’t look anything alike.” 

“I’m adopted,” you explained, letting out a long exhale. “Kenma and I aren’t biologically related, but I’ve never known life without him.” You let out a light-hearted scoff, shaking your head. “He says he remembers life before me, but he wasn’t even one when our parents adopted me, so he’s just bullshitting.” 

Tsukishima stared at you with more emotion than you’d ever seen before. You could practically see the cogs turning in his head as he processed everything you’d said. 

“So…you don’t have a boyfriend?” 

You shook your head. “Nope. Unless you count Sam from Stardew.” 

“Stardew?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Stardew Valley,” you clarified, giggling.

Tsukishima nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath. He held it for a couple seconds, eventually releasing it in a short breath.

“So…you said you were going to the cafeteria?” 

Your eyes lit up as you nodded, a smile spreading across your face. “Yeah! I’m gonna go get dinner.” 

The boy gave a quick nod before wordlessly stepping past you. He began walking, leaving you standing there in slight disappointment. After a couple steps, however, he looked over his shoulder back at you. 

“Well? Aren’t you coming?” 

Your eyes lit up, nodding as you jogged to catch up with the boy. Once close enough, he began walking again, his strides noticeably adjusted to match yours.

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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YES MORE FOR GARRICK. He's such an underrated character! Now i'm not much of a writer but my feedback is i really enjoyed however a lot was going on in the beginning, as it was moving very fast so i was a little lost but it got better the deeper you got into it!

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a/n: now, i'm a little insecure about this so i would love feedback! I hope you all are having a good day.

wc: 2.6k+

warnings: smut +18, dain being annoying, swearing, etc.

The day had started off decently. Decent because you hadn’t fought with your brother that morning. Dain was very protective of you and you did things that were not so safe for you all the time. Of course, your father was worse than Dain so you began to think of ways to piss both of them off. 

Your eyes trailed over the dining hall and landed on the most handsome man you’ve ever seen. 

Garrick Tavis. 

He sat next to Xaden, your wingleader, and ate his breakfast with a smile. You wished you were on the receiving end of that smile. Violet nudged your arm and tilted her head, “You okay?” 

You inhaled deeply and chewed on your lip, “Just thinking about something.” 

“Yeah, thinking about fucking Tavis.” You whipped your head toward Ridoc and scowled. He grinned, “You know I’m right.” 

Violet’s eyes widened and she smiled as her eyes looked over to where her lover and Garrick sat. “Dain will kill you if you sleep with Garrick,” she said. 

You grinned and speaking of the devil himself, you heard Dain’s footsteps behind you. Probably came to start a fight with you. 

Your friends scattered which meant that you were now alone with your brother. That ought to be good. Dain sat down beside you and sighed. “Why did you not tell me you were at Athebyne?” He gritted out. You rolled your eyes and sipped the tea you made for yourself. 

“It’s not like I have to tell you everything I do, Dain.” 

“If I catch you around marked individual’s again or get told about it-” 

“You’ll do what? Tell father and have him pull me out of the quadrant? Fine, do it but that won’t stop me from hanging out with my friends.”

Dain grunted and shook his head, “Your friends are marked and you know I’m not supposed to let you hang out with them, especially Xaden and Liam.” 

“It’s not Liam or Xaden you have to worry about.” You mumbled under your breath. Dain raised a brow and finally had enough of his lecture, you stood from your seat. You grabbed your bag and headed for the door. Dain called after you but you ignored him as you passed through the threshold into the hall. 

You slung your bag over your shoulder and headed to your room. But on the way, your eyes snagged on a certain beautiful man with a significant size difference than you. His eyes met yours and he grinned. His feet redirected themselves and guided him to you. 

He must’ve found something in your expression because the grin he wore fell. “You alright? Was it your brother?” 

You simply nodded. He exhaled and put his arms around you, enveloping your entire frame in his body. You wrapped your arms around him as best as you could and sighed into his chest. His hugs always cured whatever you were going through. You’re pretty sure he knew it too since he always hugged you when you were in a mood. 

You went to pull away but Garrick kept you in place, “Not yet,” he breathed. Heat traveled up your skin at the sound he made. It sounded like a growl and when you looked over your shoulder, Dain stood there with a scowl on his face. You looked up and there was a smug grin on Garrick’s lips. 

Realization curled along your skin and your core pulsed at the fact that Garrick was trying to piss your brother off. You didn’t know why it turned you on so much but fuck, his hands on you made you feel things that you thought you couldn’t feel. Ridoc’s words from earlier that morning floated back into your mind. 

Thinking about fucking Tavis. 

No. It wouldn’t be just a thought but a reality when you pulled away and looked up at him. You let your desire show in your eyes as fire burned in his. You knew he had felt something with you but you couldn’t place it since it was hard to read his emotions. He cursed under his breath and groaned as you laid your hands on his perfectly sculpted chest. 

You desperately wanted to know the feel of his skin against yours. And by the look he gave you, he wanted the same thing. You parted your lips but before you could get any words out, Garrick’s lips were on yours. You gasped as he lifted you and wrapped your legs around his waist. 

There was a possibility of him doing it just to piss off your brother but you really didn’t care. You had craved his touch and his taste, but now that you had it, you didn’t want anyone else’s. You knew that for a fact. 

He pulled away and grinned at you, “After classes?” 

Your core throbbed at the thought of him fucking you into oblivion right after physics class. You nodded once and withdrew yourself from him. “I’ll see you in your room?” You wanted to make sure that Dain couldn’t walk in at any point he chose and ruin your chance.

Gods, I sound like a horny teenager. 

You thought. The filthy images in your mind resurfaced as you stared up at the man. 

He dipped his chin then walked in the way your brother went. Dain would surely kill Garrick if he saw him. Your brother didn’t take too kindly to other men looking at you or in a way that’s lustful. So, with the stunt you two pulled in the hallway right in front of him, there’s no way you were going to get out of the lecture that was sure to come. Along with Garrick getting a ‘talking’ to by Dain. 

You rolled your eyes at the thought and headed to class. 

The whole time you were in your classes all you could think about was Garrick’s lips on yours. Your notes are rushed and scrambled together because of losing track of where you were each time the thought of the tall beautiful man entered your mind. 

You were down bad and you hadn’t even had your first date with the man. Not that you thought you'd ever get a first date. It was just a hookup and a ploy to piss off your brother. 

You snapped out of your thoughts as you heard your brother call out your name from down the hall. Sighing, you made your way over to him and raised your brow at him, clearly showing him that you’d rather not be talking. “Yes?” 

“Father wants to have dinner with the both of us tonight,” he said with a grin on his face. Of course, your father wanted you over for dinner and of course, it had to be the night you were going to get your brains fucked out of you by Garrick fucking Tavis. 

You squinted at him and frowned, “I’m busy tonight, how about tomorrow?” You tried your best at keeping a neutral tone but Dain crossed his arms and looked over you. 

“Where are you going? Your room is down the other hall.” Fuck. He was paying attention but you played it off. 

“Going to get something from a friend.” 

“What? To get dick from Tavis.” 

Your cheeks heated and your fists clenched. “It’s not like you’re celibate, Dain.” 

He snorted and shook his head, “I can’t wait to tell father that his precious little girl is going to a marked one to lose her virginity to. The very last person he would approve of touching you.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing he doesn’t own my body,” you snapped. You’ve had enough of your brother for one day and stormed off to Garrick’s room. You remembered the way when Violet took you with her to retrieve something from him. You couldn’t remember what it was for but you knew it was important. 

Finally, you made it to his door and knocked twice. He swung the door open and a cocky grin plastered on his face. Damn that beautiful face. You wanted it between your thighs. 

He pulled you inside by your belt and slammed his lips into yours. You slid your bag from your shoulders and tossed it to the corner of the room. You cupped his face in your palms, kissing him deeper. He tasted like heaven and you really didn’t want to stop. 

Apparently he didn’t want to either from the amount of tugging he did at your clothes. He moved his lips to your neck and backed you against the wall, trapping you between the wall and his hard body. Once you got both of your clothes off, he hoisted you up and your legs wrapped around his middle. 

The tip of his cock nudged at your entrance and you fought back the urge to sink lower. He carried you to the large bed and gently laid you down. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as his lips ghosted over the shell of your ear. His hands rubbed your sides which made goosebumps erupt all over your skin. 

Your skin felt like it was on fire each time he touched you, especially when his hand drifted lower. His fingers brushed past your navel and cupped your mound. His fingers slipped up and down your slit. Need filled your body and your clit throbbed so hard you clenched your thighs together. 

He tsked and opened your legs again, wider than before. 

“So wet already for me. Have you been thinking about me burying my cock into your pretty pussy all day?” You whimpered at his filthy words because in fact, you had been daydreaming of him slamming into you and kissing you. 

“Couldn’t help it,” your words came out breathless. 

He placed soft kisses on your hip bone and down your thighs. Garrick’s fingers circled your entrance then slowly pushed his finger in. You hissed and whimpered because his finger slightly stretched you. He left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your inner thigh and to the apex. When he wrapped his lips around your clit, a lewd moan fell from your lips. 

He pumped his fingers in and out of you while his tongue flicked over your sensitive nub. You tangled your fingers in his hair and tugged as he sucked hard on your clit. A silent cry left your lips as you pulled him closer to you. 

He chuckled against your wetness and moaned, “Taste so fucking sweet and so wet.” 

His fingered and rubbed the spot inside of you that made you see stars. You whimpered and tried to move back on the bed but he followed and made sure his fingers kept the motion. He attached his lips to your clit and flicked his tongue over the bud. 

Whimpers and moans filled the room as you started getting closer to your climax. Your legs shook from the overstimulation. Your mind was fuzzy and it was hard to think with the amount of pleasure that coursed through your body. 

He pulled away from your heat just as you were about to cum and grinned, your juices coated his lips. He leaned in and kissed you. You tasted yourself on his lips and he was right, you did taste sweet. 

“All day, all fucking day, i’ve been thinking of you and your beautiful cunt.” He grunted as he ran his length through your slick. “And I finally asked you.”

A smile appeared on your lips as you grabbed onto his biceps while the tip of his cock nudged at your entrance. The tip itself was big and you let out a shuddered breath. He moved the hair out of your face and looked for something in your expression. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” It was a simple question but it made you flush with heat. You didn’t want him to turn you away just because you hadn't done anything before. 

“Y-Yes,” you said shyly. He cooed and pulled you closer then on top of him. Your heat was directly above his erection and you rubbed yourself against it. He groaned and lifted his hips.

“You little minx.” 

You grinned and lined his cock up with your entrance. You took a breath and slowly sank down. A cry left you at the sheer size of him. Whimpers fell off your lips as you sank even further down. “Easy, baby.” He rested his hands on your hips and let you go at your own pace. 

There was a pang of pain that shot through your core but you ignored it and sank down the rest of the way. You panted. It was so hot to have a strong man under you and at your mercy. 

He groaned and squeezed your hips as you began to move your hips in a circular motion then bounced. You were incredibly wet and you knew part of it was your innocence but it was mostly due to Garrick. He had made you feel so desired and wanted that it made you gush. 

“Good girl,” he moaned. When you heard those words, you nearly whimpered at the praise. You slammed down on his cock harder and your moans and whines grew to screams. 

In one swift motion, he flipped both of you and pile-drived into you. It felt all so good. Your skin was on fire and it was like you couldn’t get enough of him even though he was shoving himself to the hilt. You clung to him and whined into his neck. 

“Fuck, Y/N, we should have done this sooner, babydoll.” Your tits bounced as he slammed into you repeatedly. You clenched your walls around his cock and you could feel how his veins rubbed against them. Every sense in your body was heightened and made everything felt so good. 

You were so close as the tip of his cock brushed across your favorite spot with every thrust. It makes your mind fuzzy and blank. All you wanted was for him to keep going and never stop. 

“You take me so fucking well, pretty girl.” 

You couldn’t form words, only whimpers and whines as your climax built higher and higher. You were right on the very edge when he groaned, “You close, baby?”

“Fuck, yes. Yes, please Gar,” you said in a high-pitch whine. He chuckled and moved your legs to your chest and slammed his hips harder which moved your whole body. 

After one more thrust, you came with a scream. And he came with a groan. His seed coated your walls and filled you to the brim. You loved the feeling of his release in your pussy. 

You let out a satisfied sigh and rubbed your hands up and down his torso. “That felt really good.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm.” 

Slowly he pulled himself out of you and you whimpered at the empty feeling. You want to be full of him all the time. 

“I would clean you up myself but the showers are across the hall.” You giggled and shook your head. 

“It’s okay, thank you though. It’s very sweet that you thought about that. Can we cuddle?” 

He grinned and pulled you into his arms, “Anything you wish, you’ll get. Always.” 

You looked up at him and narrowed your eyes, “Anything?” 

He chuckled, “Yes, anything. What are you thinking?” 

“Maybe we could do this again?” 

He smirked, “You want this again?” 

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?” 

Garrick shook his head and said, “Just thought this was to get your brother riled up.”

“I don’t care about that right now,” you yawned. 

The air felt warm and cozy. You were tired after the brutal fucking you had just got and you needed sleep. 

“We can do this again, babydoll.”