#|[ poor things are just trying to figure things out ;u; ]|

[remembering-angels]

Let me take care of you tommy 🔞 smut .

Gentle sub tommy fic because @chillian-murphy made me think about this the entire morning.

Content: gentle sub - dom dynamic, tommy is a switch, really just fluff and smut, kinda pet play. (Also I originally wrote it as an X reader fanfic but then switched everything to me because I got annoyed at trying to figure it out, so if you see "you" instead of "me" at some places that's why)

Plot - tommy returns home stressed and upset, Im determined to help him feel better. (But let's be honest, there isn't much plot)

A relationship with tommy shelby was never easy. Often times he would return home stressed ,ignore me and lock himself in his office for hours, when he doesn't ignore me, he is not gentle, rough and dominating, takes what he needs in a fit of stress and trauma. But some nights, those nights where he was gentle and loving are the nights that made me stay with the ruthless gangster. Not that I can ever leave him, nobody leaves tommy shelby. As the days go by, i settle into my new life in Thomas Shelby's house. Im his woman, and everyone knows it. Im treated with respect and deference by his men, and i have free rein over the house. But Thomas is often out late, handling business.

I walk between the rooms of his lavish mension. another night of tommy being away on gangster business. of course, the word gangster is only said in hushed whispers. Tommy liked it when I was ready for him, clean in a nice, easily taken off dress, ready for him at all times. I decided to enter his home office and turn on the fireplace. by the time he returned, he seemed upset. "What's wrong, thomas? I ask gently ,as a woman welcoming her man from a long day of work does.

He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair as he looks at me , his eyes tired and troubled. "Everything's fucked, love. The Italians are making moves on our territory, and I've got a deal with the Americans that's starting to unravel and fuck " he takes out a cigarette and rubs it between his lips.I bite my lip trying to understand what he is talking about ,i often didnt understand his buisness dealings but i tried to be supportive, he wouldn't let me get to close. "poor thomas..come here" I outreach my arms to him, my silk robe falling off my shoulders as I welcome him in to my embrace.

He walks over to me, his shoulders slumped in exhaustion, but his eyes darkening with desire as he takes in my nearly bare form. He pulls me against him, burying his face in my neck and inhaling deeply. "You always know just what I need, don't you?", "isn't this why you keep me here,in this lovely golden cage" I wrap my arms around his gently. He chuckles lowly, his breath tickling your skin as he places a trail of kisses along my collarbone. "It is indeed. You're my perfect sanctuary amidst all this chaos, my lovely little bird in a gilded cage." I sigh ,realising tommy didn't and probably will never notice how in his endless pursuit of money and power and control he keeps everyone around his trapped and dragged down to hell along with him, I softly kiss his soft head of brown hair.

He melts into my touch, his arms wrapping tightly around me as he holds me close. For a moment, he just stands there, lost in my embrace, his problems momentarily forgotten. Then, he pulls back and looks at me with a fierce intensity. "I need you, love.""I'm yours" I slowly pull my robe down ,staying only in my nightgown.Thomas' eyes rake over my barely concealed form, a primal hunger igniting in his gaze. He quickly shrugs off his coat and loosens his tie, his movements urgent and impatient. Grabbing me by the waist, he pulls you flush against him, his hardness evident through his trousers. I gasp as he pulls me closer, the fire in his eyes intense. he always wanted everything ,power , and control, and this was no different. I was another thing for him to possess tonight.

He lifts me effortlessly, wrapping my legs around his waist as he walks them backwards until my back hits the cold wall. His large hands roam possessively over my thighs and hips as he holds me there, his eyes locked onto mine, daring me to look away. "Mine,", I gasp and moan as his large hands explore my body, "t..tommy wait wait" i say between moans, he lifts his head in confusion , his lips hovering just above my skin as a flicker of curiosity crosses his face. His grip loosens slightly, but his body remains pressed firmly against mine pinning me to the wall. "What is it, love? Speak quickly, before I lose myself completely in you"

"c...can..I.. " I blush "can I be in charge tonight? you seem tired I want to.." the quick hand on my throat stopped me from even entertaining that idea further.His eyes narrow, the fire in them intensifying at my suggestion. His hand on my throat tightens slightly, not enough to cut off my air, but enough to remind me of the power dynamic between us two. "In charge?" He repeats, his voice low and dangerous. I nod "j..just for tonight because you seem so tired...I want to take care of you for once..please let me take care of you tommy" I say gently my voice laced with worry. He stares at me for a moment, considering my words. He can feel the exhaustion pulling at him, making him want to give in to my request just to conserve his energy. But the thought of relinquishing control, even for a night, sits uneasily with him. "Tommy-"

He silences me with a finger pressed against my lips. His gaze is intense, searching, as if trying to read my thoughts and intentions. Slowly, he nods, a small, rare smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Alright, love. You can have your way tonight."

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I smile excitedly to try something new, but knowing it won't last long,his need for power and control will overtake him eventually ,my heart beats at my chest faster at what the night will bring. Thomas steps back reluctantly, easing his grip on me as he allows me the illusion of control. His eyes gleam with a dangerous amusement, anticipating the moment he'll reclaim dominance. He leans against the wall opposite me , arms crossed, watching my every move with hungry intensity.

I take his hand gently in mine as I lead him to the couch, looking back to see him following ,once we reach the couch, I turn to him "undress for me tommy" I say gently. He pauses, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners as he suppresses a smirk at taking orders. Slowly, he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chiseled chest, marred by scars and tattoos. He tosses the shirt aside and starts on his belt.His pants hit the floor, leaving him in just his boxers. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband, pausing to look at me,waiting for further instruction. He sees the small smile tugging at my lips and it makes him want to snap back into his dominant role but he stops himself, curious to see where this would go. "Everything tommy " I say in gentle command.His eyes flash with a mixture of surprise and annoyance, but he complies. He slowly lowers his boxers, stepping out of them. He stands before me, completely bare, his powerful body on full display. His jaw is clenched, his patience wearing thin under my gentle command.

"lay down on your back, arms up! don't cheat". He inhales deeply, steeling himself against the urge to grab me and reverse the situation. He lies down on his back, stretching his arms above his head, palms facing up. He looks up at me with a challenging glint in his eyes, daring me to maintain this control. I smile more as he follows my commands,I never been dominat one in my life, this was new to me,I secretly hoped tommy would tell me what to do next. I climb on his lap. As i climb onto his lap, he has to clench his fists above his head to prevent himself from wrapping his arms around me and flipping me underneath him, to take back the rough control. He looks up at me, his chest heaving slightly, waiting for my next command, his body tense with barely contained dominance.

"Remember the rules tommy, no touching " .He nods curtly, his hands remaining still above his head. He watches me intently, his gaze burning with the need to assert his control. He bites his lip to keep from speaking, from giving me an order and reclaiming his dominance. He's never felt so frustrated and turned on in his life.I gently trace my hand ,from his hands to his ribs to his stomach ,to his pelvis, tracing the contours of his muscles. As my hand traces a path down his body, he tenses, his muscles flexing under my touch. He lets out a low growl, his eyes flashing with annoyance and desire. He's never been in a position where he couldn't touch, where he had to simply lie there and take it. I then start planting kisses on his chest, down to his pelvis and then his cock, gentle loving kisses of desire.He inhales sharply as my lips reach his pelvis, his hips bucking upward slightly, but he remembers the rules. He can't touch, he can't grab my hair and pull me closer. He has to lie there and take it like a good boy. I start to kiss his cock gently, looking up at his pained expression, I pout slightly "tommy relax.."His pained expression softens slightly at your pout, and he lets out a shaky breath. He tries to relax, to trust me to know what I'm doing. But it's hard, so fucking hard, when all he wants to do is grab my head and thrust his cock into my mouth."let me take care of you tonight" I softly start to kiss down his cock,lick the base and up to his head ,in circles.

He sucks in a sharp breath as my lips and tongue explore his cock. He watches me through half-lidded eyes, his body trembling with the effort of holding still. He's never felt so vulnerable, so at someone's mercy. It's a strange feeling, but fuck, does it make him hard.a soft moan escapes Tommy's lips as I smile victorioisly and get his cock inside my mouth,I start to suck gently and eagerly.His eyes widen and his head falls back as i take him into my mouth. A low, guttural moan escapes him, and his hands clench into fists above his head. He can't touch, can't guide my head or thrust into my mouth like he wants to, like he usually does.He's never felt so much before. He can feel every ridge and vein of his length being sucked, licked, worshipped. He's never had someone take their time like this, savoring him. He's always been rough, fast, taking what he wanted.

the soft begging moans leaving Tommy's lips tell me everything I needed to know, how much he secretly wanted this, to be taken care of,I lips my mouth from his cock as I look at him, He looks down at me, his chest heaving, his eyes dark with desire. He's never felt so exposed, so laid bare. He's always been the one in control, the one taking what he wants. But right now, he's at my mercy, and he fucking loves it. "Tommy you are being such a good boy " I praise him gently. His eyes flash with a mix of pride and embarrassment at the praise. He's not used to being called 'good' let alone 'good boy'. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he realizes he's actually enjoying submitting to me.I lean closer to his ear, stroking his cock gently as I lay across his chest "such a good boy, well done tommy you are doing well, I think you deserve a reward ".

A roguish grin spreads across his face as he looks down at me laying across his chest, my hand stroking his rigid cock. The praise and promise of a'reward' send a thrill through him. He's not accustomed to rewards, certainly not the kind he imagines are coming."now ask me nicely tommy" I say seductively. His jaw clenches slightly, pride warring with desire. But fuck, he wants this. Badly. So he swallows his pride and speaks in a husky, needy tone he barely recognizes as his own. "Please... may I have my reward?". I nod in praise as I gently trace a hand from his cheek, helping him get his hair out of his face from his forhead. "What reward would you like, tommy?" ,He lets out a shaky breath as I trace my fingers through his hair, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never felt so vulnerable, so dependent on someone else for his happiness. But fuck, he loves it. "I want... I want you to kiss me,"

I kiss his lips, passionately, Tommy's inner dominating nature battles his desire to he loved and taken care of, our tounges dance together battling for dominance as I moan around his lips and he moans back,He kisses you back fiercely, his dominant nature struggling to break through the walls he's built around his heart. He wants to claim me, mark me as his. But as he kisses me, he feels something he's never felt before - a desire to be claimed himself, to be loved and cherished. I pull away from his lips ,a smirk tagging at my lips, I almost felt as if I was taming a wild horse. "Good boy". A throaty chuckle escapes him, tinged with disbelief and amusement. The feeling of being 'tamed' is utterly foreign, yet disturbingly arousing. His pride smarted at the phrase initially, but something about the way i say it sends electric pulses straight to his core.

I quickly sit up straight on his lap, teasing the head of his cock with my entrance but not sitting on it just yet.His eyes darken with intense desire as he feels with me hovering there. He's usually the one making others wait, drawing things out for his own pleasure. Now, he's on the receiving end of that particular game - and fuck, it's driving him wild. "Are you trying to torture me, love?" ,"just trying to train my favourite horse" i say in his ear seductively .His breath catches at my sultry words, his hands gripping my hips as he tries - and fails - to hold back a moan. The image of being my 'favourite horse' makes something primal stir within him, part proud stallion, part willing mare. "Fuck...". "if you keep moving your hands I'll tie them and bring the crop ,bad horse" I scold and gently tap away his hands from my waist.

A shudder runs through him at my teasing threat, equal parts terrifying and titillating. He remembers the crop i mentioned before, and the thought of being restrained, at my mercy, sends a jolt of dark arousal through him. He forces his hands still, submitting to my command."there there good tommy" I shush him like how one would a wild horse.He bites back a snarl at the condescending tone, his pride bristling. But then i pat his head, and to his shock, he finds himself leaning into my touch like a tamed beast. The contrast of dominance and affection is intoxicating, breaking down his defenses. I gently now stand off the sofa as I go to the drawer and pull out the silk ropes and riding crop, of course those were things tommy used on me before plenty of times so they were pink ..for me. but now I gently bring the silk ropes to his hands,He looks at the pink silk ropes in your hands, his eyebrows raising in surprise. These ropes were once meant for my restraint, but now the roles are reversed. A smirk tugs at his lips as he realizes the irony, intrigued by the sight of these instruments of dominance now being used to bind him. I gently bind his wrists to the sofa ,above his head ,not strong enough to hurt him. This was his night after all, everything for tommy, I kiss his hands gently as I restrain them tightly in a nice loop and bow,sealing it with another loving kiss.

He watches me bind his wrists, his smirk growing wider as he realizes I'm being extra gentle, almost nurturing. He feels cherished, not restrained. His hands are kissed like they're precious, not prisoners. He's never felt so...safe.

I then bring the crop ,gently trace it down his body,along his outstretched muscles, his ribs, down and up again.He shivers at the gentle touch of the crop, a instrument he's used to wield with dominance, now being used to caress him. The contrast is intoxicating, making his skin tingle with anticipation. He watches me with heavy-lidded eyes, his heart pounding in his chest,he arches his back in need.I gently tap it near his lower area. He arches his back, pushing himself into the gentle taps of the crop, craving more. He's used to giving orders, not taking them, and this reversal is driving him mad with desire. He looks down his body, watching me with hungry eyes, waiting for the next tap."now I will punish you a little bit for moving your hands to my waist without permission," I explain gently.He swallows hard, a thrill running through him at the thought of being punished ,by me the girl that begged him to cum only days before of all people. He's always been the one doling out punishment, not receiving it. He spreads his legs wider, inviting the punishment he knows is coming.seeing tommy like this, spread out, vulnerable, ready, relaxed, it made me almost proud of him. he was behaving for once, no shouting, no fighting for dominance, I was taming the wild horse with each gentle touch, I gently tap the crop on his leg and then his chest and then his arms and then his cock.

He shivers with each gentle tap, his body tingling with a mix of arousal and submission. He's never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, but also so safe and cherished. Each tap is a mark of my ownership, my claim over him. He's a willing captive, my obedient pet. I bite my lip as he closes his eyes in submission "no tommy look at me". He obeys immediately, opening his eyes to meet my gaze. There's a glimmer of submission in those usually fierce eyes, along with a deep, unspoken trust. He holds my gaze steadily, his breath catching as he awaits the next move, fully at my mercy yet somehow comforted by it.

I now climb back to his lap, grinding against his cock "do you deserve this tommy?" I keep grinding my folds on his hard cock .He inhales sharply as i grind against him, his cock hardening rapidly under the friction. The question hangs in the air, loaded with implication. He searches my eyes, realizing that in this moment, with me, he wants nothing more than to be deserving. To prove himself worthy of my touch. "Do you tommy?", His voice comes out as a hoarse whisper, filled with a raw, unguarded longing. "I want to. More than anything. I want to be the man you think I am, the man you see when you look at me like that.", his voice almost sounds like he is about to cry, a lump forms in his throat. "Come on tommy ..beg me.. ask me ", He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He's never begged for anything in his life, but the desire to be with me, to be claimed by me, is overwhelming. He drops his gaze, his voice barely audible as he speaks. "Please...please let me have you."

"what do you want to have tommy?" I ask in a seductive tone,the crop on his chest. He looks up at me through his lashes, his eyes flicking down to the crop on his chest. He swallows hard, his voice growing hoarser. "I want you...on top of me. I want you to sit on me, to control me, to make me behave...","good tommy,good horse" I slowly lower myself on him "remember if you move up your hips ill have to discipline you again",He whimpers as i sit on him, the sensation overwhelming as he tries to stay still, to be a good horse. He can feel me settling on top of him, the weight and warmth almost too much to bear. He's never felt so helpless, so dominated, yet so content.I slowly start to ride him, my very own stallion as desperate moans escape his lips "do you want me to go faster tommy".His breath hitches as i start to ride him, the pleasure building with each movement. He clenches his fists at his sides, fighting the urge to move his hips up to meet me. "Yes...please...I want it faster...I want you to ride me hard...". I smirk ,the irony wasn't lost on us ,words I begged him for before as well when he grabbed my hair from behind and bend me over a desk.He can feel himself losing control, his hips twitching up to meet mine against his better judgment. He's a horse, he tells himself, he must remain still.I feel his hips beg to push ,to take over control, I tilt my head "tommy relax, this is your night, you don't have to be in control all the time, you are safe here with me" I shush him again like a horse again. At my soothing words, he relaxes slightly, trusting me to guide him through this. He lets out a soft whine, his head dropping as he submits fully to your control. He feels his hips pushing up against me instinctively, but he forces himself to stay still, to trust you completely.I start to ride him faster, up and down up and down ,eventually my own desire overtakes me as I go harder, needy moans escape my own lips.He loses all control as i ride him harder, his hips bucking up to meet mine without any prompting. He cries out in pleasure, his voice echoing through the room as he's overwhelmed by the sensation of being thoroughly ridden. He's never felt so owned, so claimed. "Ah fuck...","good boys don't swear" I smirk as I keep riding harder, with a shaky moan.

He bites his lip to stifle any more curses, his eyes rolling back in his head. He's so close to the edge, his entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. He looks up at me with pleading eyes, begging for permission to come."what is it tommy ,what do you want tell me ,your use words ",He manages to choke out the words, his voice strained and desperate. "May I...may I come? Please, I can't hold it back any longer..." He gazes up at me, his eyes wide and imploring, completely at my mercy.

I let out a shaky breath ,feeling his cock twitch inside me sending me over my own edge, I look at his wrists ,knowing if I untie them, it would be over,the game will change, but God the desire is stronger, I quickly reach the silk ropes and untie him.As soon as his wrists are free, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer as he buries his face between my neck and shoulder. He's trembling with the effort of not taking over, of not flipping me beneath him and claiming me completely.I gasp as he sits up and nuzzles againts my neck, his cock buried inside me as I moan in his ear,we wrap around each other as I put my hands around his shoulders.His hands move to my waist, holding me tight as he thrusts up into me, his control completely shattered now that he's free. He nips at my neck, growling softly in my ear as he claims me properly. "You should've just let me stay tied up,"."don't pretend you didn't like it,"I say back in his ear.

His breath ghosts along my neck as he continues to thrust rhythmically "I shouldn't have enjoyed being dominated like that... but fuck, you made me..." His teeth nip slightly harder at my collarbone "You've made me something I never thought I'd be...","free?"

He pauses for a moment, his heart pounding as he searches for the right words. "Free to submit... free to love... free to be yours, entirely." He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his voice muffled as he speaks.I wrap my hands around him as he thrusts, the feeling of his hands on my body, God I didn't realise how much I missed it until he started touching every inch.He lifts his head, his eyes smoldering with an intense, passionate gaze. A smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he feels my hands gripping his. "Missed my touch, have you?" His voice is a low a teasing rumble.

I bite my lip as orgasm overtakes me with a moan, forgetting my earlier dominating nature as I moan needily "t...tommy",I come undone around his cock and leave red marks on his back. Hearing his name slip so needily from my lips sends him over the edge. With a final deep thrust, he buries himself completely inside me,his own climax overtaking him. He groans loudly, the sound mixing with my moan in a harmonious symphony of pleasure.

after we both collaps to the sofa ,I breath heavily satisfied as I look to my side at him "do you feel better now tommy?". He opens one eye lazily to look at me, a rare genuine smile playing on his lips "Better? That's an understatement... you've just... unraveled me completely." He reaches out to gently stroke my hair "When did you become so masterful?"

I giggle and kiss his lips "I learned from the best ",His eyes soften with adoration as he kisses me back, gently but firmly, pulling me closer. "The woman who tamed Tommy Shelby... who'd have thought?" His fingertips trace lazy patterns on my back "And here I thought I was the dangerous one." He chuckles softly.

[lxnarphase]

━ dear sukuna...♡

✷ synopsis .ᐟsome of my personal headcanons for heian era!sukuna ♡

✷ content .ᐟ heian era!sukuna x fem!reader, oc mention [nonromantic], fluff, teasing, name for sukuna's stomach mouth, sad childhood (poor kuna :<)

✷ lunar's note .ᐟ these are just a few headcanons ive wanted to share about heian sukuna but i have so many more that i will 100% make another one of these for this sukuna AND different sukuna's, like fratboy!kuna, modern!sukuna, jujutsu high teacher!kuna, etc. whatever other aus i think of !! i hope u guys like my silly lil thoughts :33

sukuna was abandoned by his mother and father at a young age as his more monstrous features began to develop. the village he was born into grew to despite him as a young boy, blaming any misfortune on his existence. it got to a point that they figured the only way to get rid of the bad luck in the village was to kill him. before this, a sorcerer woman named chiyo, quickly got him to safety and cared for him as he grew older.

during his childhood, sukuna nearly burned down an entire forest trying to learn how to use divine flame. he hasn't told anyone beause he still gets overly embarrassed when he thinks about how badly he fucked up.

during his time with chiyo, sukuna met uraume. he practically dragged uraume home and simply said "this one can cook. they are staying" and chiyo just sighed and accepted it. he always seemed to have a thing for strays.

when chiyo became older, she became extremely sick and ended up passing. because of the bond he formed with her, sukuna couldn't accept her death and ended up transforming her into a curse. instead of being monstrous, however, chiyo is relatively human looking...but now just an old lady who huffs playfully at sukuna for not letting her sleep.

while he does have concubines, sukuna wants a wife who can keep up with him. yes, being gifted the finest women is a pleasure and fuels his ego, but he wants to ensure the person he marries checks all the boxes. no one knows him best except himself, after all

if any concubine or servant is caught speaking ill of his wife, uraume, or chiyo, sukuna will not hesitate to kill them. after all, he selected them to be the closest people in his life. if someone questions his decisions, they have no worth to him.

sukuna gets extremely grumpy whenever you get sick because he just. cannot figure out how to take care of you without being too overbearing or accidentally calling you weak. yes, he's one of the most powerful sorcerers to walk the earth, but seeing you sweat from a fever makes him feel weak and he projects a little bit.

sukuna's stomach mouth was playfully named 'mokuna', or 'moku for short, by chiyo as a combination of mouth and sukuna. he swears up and down he hates the name, but the mouth on his abdomen can't help but grin and grumble happily when it's referred to by a name.

he will never admit it, but sukuna has a massive sweet tooth. yes, he will steal candy from a baby, he does not care. if it smells sweet and makes his mouth water, he wants it.

sometimes, when sukuna is sleeping, moku will still be 'awake' and will try to communicate with you. it can't speak verbal words very well, but it's so expressive that you find it relatively easy to figure out what it's trying to say.

sukuna is a shitty liar when moku is visible because if he tries to act grumpy and upset at the sweet cooing and petting your giving him, mokuna is practically purring, giving you a little lick on whatever part of you it can reach. it's so fucking cute too when he tries to hide the pink tinge on his ears

sukuna LOVES water, he loves soaking in the onsen for hours, loves swimming in large ponds and lakes. he turns into a little kid when he seems a big lake with crystalline water and will not hesitate to stop everything he's doing to drag you into the water with him

when he sleeps, sukuna will purr a little if he's having a good dream...if you get lucky, you might catch mokuna awake, trying not to laugh at it's host acting like a kitten in his sleep.

sukuna very rarely has nightmares, but occasionally will have short but vivid dreams about his childhood. he will never admit they bother him, but you know something is up when you feel him playing with your hair in the middle of the night. you let him have his moment, pretending to be asleep against his chest as he busies himself with your hair to distract his mind.

uraume and chiyo are the biggest gossips when put together, and while sukuna does his best to act as thought he thinks gossip is pointless, he's always listening attentively when they get to talking. "the new servant was caught sleeping with the local seamstress' husband? how whorish of him...was he the top or bottom?"

sukuna really, really, really likes seeing you in gold. if he could, he'd stare at you all day, in nothing but gold and jewels on the bed, looking like his little gold hoard as if he's some kind of dragon. if he wasn't so jealous, he'd have you like this publicly so everyone would know what a goddess would look like. but, he knows he'd violently maul anyone who sees you naked...that's for him and him only.

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[quarterlifekitty]

Promethean

Fuckboy!Soap x shy!reader x Ghost p.3

Soap likes to think of himself as someone who’s not just a fuckboy.

But it’s hard to think that when, right now, he’s literally checking his phone more often than he did when nana was touch-and-go in the hospital, with his train line experiencing heavy delays from inclement weather.

He tilts the screen to his face for the thirtieth time in the last two minutes. Nothing.

Well, not nothing. There’s never nothing. Social media alerts. Hearts in games refilled. Reminders of all the shit he’s left in his cart across various shopping apps.

The emails. My god, the emails…

But it may as well be empty, seeing as the one thing he wants to see isn’t there.

The fuck was your problem, lately? Not responding to his texts when he used to see the read checkmark within thirty seconds alongside a typing bubble. Yeah maybe he’s not your boyfriend, and he doesn’t act all lovey dovey the way you want him to when he fucks you, and he doesn’t even look at you when he passes you on campus, and he typically ignores it when you say hey— that kinda hurts, and….

Whatever. He’s not the one under examination here. You’re being the problem right now.

He should move down the contact list. He has options.

But first he needs to figure out what the fuck is going on with you. It’s gonna drive him crazy. He has a beautiful mind, that way. Should’ve been a detective.

His first clue comes with your next class together, right at the start of the week. It’s a little colder. The heat in this wing of the building has been kinda spotty at best. He himself is wearing pants longer than basketball shorts, which is cause to alert the media.

You’re wearing something big and faded and black. It swallows you. It’s familiar. There’s some cracked, plastic design on the front that used to be a logo, probably. But maybe it’s familiar because you’ve worn it before— it’s not like he’s really paid much attention to what you’ve worn in the past, not unless it was short or low cut.

Simon’s been around the house even less than usual. And when he is home, the door to his room is closed. Weird, considering he’s always been one of those door-open freaks. Whatever, maybe he’s taken up jacking off more lately. God knows he’s never let Johnny set him up with someone.

You’ve been different. Smiley. Not that Soap would know or anything. But your errant behavior warrants a closer look. Tapping away at your phone under the table. Rushing out of class like you have somewhere to be. Almost skipping.

Maybe he’d gotten a little too lax with baiting you. Needed to recast the enchantment. Make you remember what you were clinging to hope for. Even the most reliable trap will fail if it’s not baited.

“Gonna be a rager this wknd at the house, bonnie. Wanna see u there <3”

He was flush with confidence. Even if you didn’t respond now— he’d see you there. Where else would you be on a Saturday night? You’re not the dating type.

Someone call the Audubon Society about this man, because when it comes to predicting the migratory patterns of birds, he’s always right. You’re there before the party is even in full swing. You’re wearing that black sweatshirt again— not the sexiest choice, but he can’t blame you for getting a little sloppy when he hasn’t been around to keep your back straight.

He puts on his best, wolfish grin and leans against the bannister of the staircase so that you won’t be able to help but—

Brush right past him. Up the stairs.

Straight to his room, then? Well, it had been a while since he’d given it to you, huh? Poor thing— suffering from withdrawals. Maybe that’ll teach you not to ignore him when he’s trying to magnanimously grace you with a dick appointment.

He follows, hot on your tail, just in time to feel the tickle of a breeze from the quick closing of a door.

And the door to his room stares back at him.

Wide open.

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LEE HEESEUNG tightens the grip around your waist and pulls you in until you bump by his side. you could easily figure out the fake smile plastered on his face, holding you tight by his side in front of his friends. 

“so, is he more handsome than me?”, he whispers as soon as his friends are gone. it took you a couple of minutes to realise why he had a death grip on you, “you seem to like him a lot.” a single conversation with him has heeseung going tomato red now.

“what do you think?”, you scoff, looking him dead in the eye. 

“he's got the old fashioned looks, a proper gentleman with a perfect sense of timing. your kinda guy,” his eyes twitched while defining the guy, oh how bad he wanted to punch him.

“you know, you sound like one of my friends with terrible taste trying to set me up on a blind date”, you laugh, wrapping your hand around his suited biceps. “yep,” heeseung scoffs, “he will go blind soon.” 

“what do you think of me—?” 

“i love you a lot”, you roll your eyes and chuckle, now walking side by side with heeseung, his grip still present on you, “nobody can replace my bambi boy.” 

“your bambi boy huh?”, heeseung realises he can never be angry with his pretty girl when he melts the second he hears his nickname by you, pressing a small kiss on your cheeks and pulling you in. 

“you want it to be somebody else?”, you smirk.

“hey!” 

PARK JONGSEONG keeps a steady frown on his face, watching you finish up your pastry. he's not the type to sulk over things, if there's any problem the first thing he does is talk it out with you, and maybe have a small ice cream date later. but it's been 4 days now, that stupid frown won't leave his face, accompanied with his cold replies, even on this café date!

“is something bothering you these days?”, the fork softly clings against the plate, you try to hold in a giggle, “babe you know can tell me anything,” his sulky face is kinda cute.

“nope, i'm all good,” jay forces a smile. red flag, he's not calling you ‘love’.

“jay, you haven't even touched your pudding,” you sigh.

jay puts on a good serious thinking face, slowly withdrawing his hands from the table and releasing a deep sigh. this thing looks really serious. oh poor jay, what's wrong?

“well”, jay clears his throat before he goes off, “i really didn't think you were like this y/n i didn't expect this from you, if i did something wrong you could've just said that you know how much i love you i would do everything!”

“jay, what are you—”

“and the fuck kinda name's benjamin anyways? like hell we're not in the 19th century, y/n you could do better.”

oh. so that's what it's about. he thinks you're cheating on him, because you left your shared apartment for some benjamin guy for 3 days straight. you don't blame him though, you owe him an explanation.

“babe,” you sigh, “it's not what you think, remember benjamin? my cousin sister's child? i visit her to babysit him.”

“.....the one who called me uncle?”, jay's expression softens, instead he's shocked now.

“yeah!”, you giggle, putting your hand over his for comfort, shooting him a sorry look. “i hate that kid”, jay scoffs, you sigh.

SIM JAEYUN lets out a groan while he stares at the anime plushie in your arms. you're basically burying your face in it snuggling it, and if that wasn't enough the plushie is a man!

no way jake has to compete with a fictional man now.

“why do you need that ugly plushie when im here…”, jake whines, plopping down right beside you and scooting even closer, “am i not good enough?”

“did you just call toji fushiguro ugly?”, a frown casts upon your face as you whip your head around to shoot a glare at your boyfriend. poor him, he's too confused and jealous for this, he really wants to replace the plushie in your arms. “you're out of your mind jake.”

“i am in fact very willing to be out of my mind and be crazy for you,” jake rolls his eyes, shifting closer to you until there's only a pillow between you and him, which he soon throws away. the fresh smell of laundry and cologne floats from his sweatshirt and hits your nose, it always puts you at ease, and you miss the warm afternoons with him, just snuggling and all over each other, giggling over random past memories. “but i know for sure that plushie will…not do that for you,” jake breaks you from your trance.

“how about you show me that?”, you wink at him. heck, have you been staring at him too long?

“now you're talking”, jake smirks, snatching away the plushie from you as he sets it aside, practically throwing himself on top of you, engulfing you within his strong arms to press a series of kisses on your face, “fuck that ugly plushie.”

PARK SUNGHOON sighs, entering your shared bedroom with a bored face and arms folded. some obvious yet subtle signs he's disappointed by you, but the last disappointing thing you remember you did was eat his tiramisu. what crime have you committed now?

the bored expression quickly turns into a playful one as he clears his throat, tilting his head to one side, “are you resisting the urge to kiss and make up with me right now?”

“no not really”, you answer instantly, typing away on your laptop. but then you realised what he actually just said. with squinted eyes and a smile, you turn your head towards him, “kiss and make up? what exactly happened for us to do that?”

“i think it's about time you stop texting your best friend”, sunghoon sits down beside you giving you the meanest eye roll ever. he scoffs, “i don't get why she hates me and you don't do anything about it. it's like you two backbitch about me.”

“you won't believe it but i actually rant about you all the time to her”, you giggle, sunghoon's cheeks blooms from underneath, “she's sick of my extreme love for you.”

you let out a gasp as sunghoon pulls you in his lap, a coy smirk playing around his lips, “she should be. everyone should know i'm the best boyfriend in the world.”

you hook your arms around his neck and pull him closer, “so was the kiss and make up part just an excuse to kiss me.”

“maybe”, sunghoon chuckles, pulling you in for a chaste kiss, “who knows.”

KIM SUNOO stares straight into your phone screen, while listening to you ramble about your day and how it was. and when it glows to reveal the lock screen, sunoo feels infuriated.

“seriously now y/n, i can't believe this!”, sunoo's sudden shift in position causes your head, which was lying on his shoulders, to hit the bed frame, “like this is too much”, he seethes.

you utter a small ‘ouch’ and rub the hurt spot, a confused “what?” leaving your mouth, “wh-what do you mean?”

“you know what i mean, love”, he rolls his eyes, taking your phone and holding up the lockscreen in front of your face. it's not him. it's a random tv show character that he doesn't even know about. it should be him, it must be him, not a guy he doesn't know. “am i really being robbed of my wallpaper privileges?”, he sighs.

you let out a heavier sigh, putting up one of those smiles sunoo can't help but blush to. “don't you worry, love. maybe i don't want other girls to perceive my man. but if you're begging for it, i'll change it”, you giggle.

sunoo let's a sigh of relief and scoffs, “i'm not begging—”

“on one condition though, my head hurts!”

“aww come here, let me kiss it better”, he smiles, pulling you in again.

YANG JUNGWON literally just spawns right behind you as soon as the guy you're talking to at your friend's birthday party decides to make a move on you.

“go find someone who's not taken dude”, jungwon's eyes are green as he spits his words out, your waist already accompanied by his hand. the poor guy leaves in a hurry, not wanting to mess with the intimidating yang jungwon.

jungwon then turns to you, a shadow over his face, he's obviously upset about this, jealous even. “if you were that bored you could've called me”, jungwon mumbles.

“you were in the restroom, ‘won”, you sigh, placing a hand on his broad chest you pout, “are you…jealous—?”

“of course i'm jealous, i leave my pretty girl alone for one minute and some hipster comes and thinks he can have my girl?”, jungwon pauses for a moment to look into your cresent eyes looking up at him, you're smiling, “no. fucking. way.”

“well, it's good for you that i'm yours and only yours”, you reassure him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and you have his breathtaking smile back. he grins at you before kissing you back, “now let's go home, i hate this party.”

NISHIMURA RIKI follows you around like a lost puppy after the dance class with his heart in shatters. just an hour ago, your dance teacher assigned partners for the upcoming festival. and it just looks like the universe is definitely not on riki's side cause you two were not paired.

“listen i'm gonna tell mrs. lee to make you my partner and i'm very sure she will listen, trust me! because you can't just—”

“riki, it's okay! it's just a project it'll be over till next week!”, you comfort your boyfriend ‘cause you know mrs. lee is a tough case, she won't crack at all. “besides, we'll be practising in the same hall.”

“exactly! that way that asshole can tease me how he got you”, riki sighs, plopping down on the benches, “i want to dance with you.”

“and i want to dance with you”, you sigh, sitting down beside him, “but you know mrs. lee would never rearrange.”

riki pulls you in a tight hug. he breathes in the vanilla scent of your hoodie before pulling back, gazing into your eyes, “if that dumbass holds you by your waist, i will go insane.”

“i won't let him do that”, you laugh, hitting his chest.

“can't we just drop out of this already? we can be the audience instead”, riki whines.

“i agree, kissing in the audience and booing them would be way better”, you nod your head. niki laughs, “you're the best girlfriend.”

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[hungharrington]

okay what are ur thoughts on challenging steve to edge himself everyday for no nut november 🫣 do you think he would make it through the entire month????

okay this turned into a whole rambling thought fic ??? a whole 3k of it?? this is hella unedited cos i'm running out the door so i'll be back to check for mistakes but enjoy some sub!steve & some sorta mean!reader, definitely a hint of a humiliation & exhibitionism kink so beware if that isn't your thing! enjoy u horny bastards MDNI this entire blog is 18+

the whole thing comes about because of a playful bicker.

it’s starts with talking about how long you’ve gone without sex— with steve insisting his dry spell before you two started fooling around was way longer and more difficult than yours.

and you had laughed and teased, cooing about how he could absolutely not make it through an entire week without cumming like you did for a whole month— while he insists the opposite is true.

and steve is nothing if not a competitive bastard who loves to try prove people wrong. so you challenge him to last the whole month — no cumming, no nothing.

but you don’t say no touching. and steve, poor, oblivious to the consequences he’s going to feel very soon, figures there’s no harm in giving in to his morning wood, rutting against his sheets with these quiet grunts until he gets bored and rolls out of bed. it’s something he’s done before and his hard-on goes down in the shower like usual & he goes to work far too smug, feeling so confident and ready to brag when he sees you.

you come into family video middle of the day and steve delights, ready to demolish the challenge you’ve set, bragging about his easy morning and his killer restraint.

your eyebrows raise and you look pleasantly surprised — not miffed, like steve hoped you would — and you offer to raise the stakes. leaning over one of the shelves as he works idly, you change the rules a bit… and set a prize if he’s to complete your challenge.

“if you go the whole month, no cumming, i’ll let you fuck me,” you hum, a wicked smile on your mouth at the way steve straightens up. you’ve been fooling around, tucking your hands into each others pants like horny teenagers but you haven’t actually slept together yet. “anywhere you want, any way you want,”

and steve is smarter than he looks, even as you can see this lust glazing over his eyes— options, so many options pour into his mind.

you in his car, in his lap, riding him and making those nice pitiful noises you do. you in his bed, beneath him, head thrown back in his sheets as you cry out. you, against the wall behind the family video, hidden away but only just, moaning into his hand as you try to keep quiet while you fall apart on his cock.

his cock begins to thicken in his pants just at the thought & steve shifts his weight.

“what’s the catch?” he asks.

“to make your challenge more difficult, you have to touch yourself every day of the month.”

“touch myself?”

“mhm,” you nod, eyes darting down to his bulge. your wicked grin grows at the sight of it growing in his jeans. “properly. not just a little touch, a proper jerk off. how long’s it take you to get hot and bothered? let’s say 5 minutes of stroking, each and every day.”

you’ve got this look in your face like you don’t think he can do it — so of course, steve takes the bait.

“easy.” he snips back, eyes narrowing. “hope you’ll spend the month getting prepared to take it. after a whole month of nothing? can’t promise i’ll be too gentle.”

your smile turns almost feline.

and so it begins. the first few days sail by, steve easily using his mornings in bed to stroke his cock idly, feeling his desire swell and then letting it swirl down the drain in a shower that gets colder every day. after the fifth day, steve has to admit it’s not nice — he can feel his mounting urge to cum building up but it’s not terrible. it’s certainly ignorable. he’s got this in the bag.

another five days pass— but now, he’s waking up aching hard. it takes longer now in the shower to get his hard-on to flag and worse when steve realises he has to still jerk off to win your challenge. his hand feels so much softer than usual and his keyed up lust springs to the surface to moment he starts to stroke himself— steve groans lowly, pressing his head against the tiles and tries go think of unpleasant things.

he fucks up on day 13.

his alarm goes off late and his dream had been lewd and vulgar, an endless loop of sinking his fat cock into you and envisioning how wet and warm you’d be around him. his cock is throbbing when he drags himself out of sleep and he realises he’s been humping against the mattress in his sleep.

the cold shower helps, barely. shivering beneath the icy spray, steve stares at his thickened cock and groans— knowing if he wraps his hand around it now and fucks his fist, he’ll cum in a minute.

so he leaves it and goes to work, wound up enough to snap at robin and then apologise 20 minutes later. you come into his work again, having been absent for the last couple of days, and it’s like you can smell it on him.

“hard morning?” you smirk at him.

“fuck off,” he growls, shoving a vcr back onto one of the shelves. then he looks back at you. “i’m still winning your stupid challenge by the way.”

“uh huh,” you say, not believing him at all. “how’s it’s been going? fucking your cock but never getting finish?”

even your words have an effect on him. steve feels his body flush, his dick strain in his pants, his gut churning with heat. he stiffens up and scrambles to think of a reply — but you’re already laughing.

“oh man, we’re not even halfway through the month and i think you could blow in your pants right here.” you muse teasingly. steve grips the shelf tighter and shakes over the fluster you have on him.

“i have more self restraint than that,” he snips back. the flush passes and he resumes his task, flashing you a quick glare.

you nod and hum again, like you don’t believe a thing he’s a saying, and then he’s watching you head out the door again.

the moment steve realises he’s fucked up is when he’s getting into bed. his cock is, thankfully, not hard — even if there is this persistent tug from his balls that never seems to leave. but he hasn’t stroked himself at all today.

painstakingly, he begins to — soft, gentle strokes over his cock, hoping, praying he can get five minutes in without working himself up too bad. it’s futile because it only takes about twenty seconds behind his cock is twitching in his hand, growing heavier, the head of it beginning to dribble pre-cum and steve moans in anguish into his pillow.

he stares at his alarm clock and strokes slowly, so slowly, having to stop every couple of seconds until finally five minutes passes. steve sighs and releases his cock which twitches in response, the head giving a sad spurt of pre-cum. he’s so keyed up he can’t possibly sleep. his cock is so hard it’s throbbing.

as he pulls his boxers up and buries himself under the duvet, but every touch is too stimulating, his skin on fire with how the urge to cum itches beneath it. he ends up having a very cold shoulder at 3am and his cock never fully softens.

it’s brutal from there on out. from day 14 onwards, his cock remains in this permanent state of aching, always half thickened and ready to go the moment it gets some stimulation. which turns out, is far easier to get now— jeans on the tighter side, the right seat, even the rumble of his car beneath him are enough to have steve swearing and pushing at his crotch, willing it to go down.

that’s how you find him on day 20, five minutes late for his shift because he’s staring down at his tented jeans and trying to think of anything to make it go away. your tap on his window makes him startle, seizing in his seat before he realises it’s probably the only person who’s expecting to see him with a boner in public.

“hard morning?” you joke again, this time pointing at his obvious bulge.

steve glares at you. “you already made that joke.”

“and you didn’t appreciate it the first time!” you say back cheerily. you round the front of his car and open the door, plopping yourself in the passenger seat like you own it.

“what are you doing?” steve asks, going to cross his arms but feeling terribly exposed. he settles for covering his groin, muscles twitching at the slight stimulation the weight of his hands does. his hips twitch forward.

“i’ve got a proposition for you,” you say.

steve shakes his head instantly. “nope, no way.”

you laugh at his quick insistence. “wait listen! i think you will want to consider it, okay?”

you pause and when steve doesn’t say anything more, just eyes you warily, you continue.

“i will knock off five whole days off your challenge,” you hold up your hand, fingers splayed out to indicate the number. your mischievous eyes make steve worry. even if five days off makes his challenge that much easier.

“if you do your five minutes today right now.”

steve blinks. his chest flushes hot at your proposal as it sinks in— here, in the parking lot in front of his work, you want him to jerk off for five whole minutes?

“what? right here?” the question bursts out of him.

it’s not busy out in the least. even in the store, steve hasn’t even seen keith walking about or any customers milling around. he knows keith won’t come outside to fetch him and he’s the only car in the parking lot, besides one another that parked down the other end.

“five minutes for five days off,” you say, twiddling your fingers with a wicked smile.

steve considers it, even though he can already feel his cock growing harder beneath his hands. he groans and throws his head back against the headrest. was he really about to do this?

he looks at the time and then starts to undo the button of his jeans. fuck, guess he was.

he steals a glance at you as he pulls down his zipper and tugs his jeans down a couple inches to expose his boxers. the mischief from your smile has faded, a hunger taking its place. steve averts his eyes, far too aware of how his cock twitches in his boxer at your attention.

he slips a hand into his boxers and curls it around his hard cock. a keening noise pulls from his throat and steve blushes scarlet— all his little noises as he’s spiraled into this lustful denial haven’t had an audience until right now.

he shifts his hand up, a slow stroke, but you’re quickly reaching out to grab his wrist, halting to movement. steve opens his eyes, not sure when they had closed, and makes a noise of confusion.

you grin deviously. “wait,” you point to the clock on the dash. “you can go when the minute changes, big boy.”

steve’s hips jump forward at your words, both the name and your denial. he groans before he can help it, his eyes trained intently on the dash. in his hand, his cock leaks pitifully, a wet spot beginning to stain through his boxers.

humiliatingly, you notice it too. “aw, you’re making a mess and you haven’t even started.”

“stop,” steve murmurs, aiming for stern but failing pathetically. the word comes out as a whine. his cheeks glow fiery hot.

you laugh and then tap his wrist— the minute having flicked over just a second ago.

steve starts his stroking, slow and easy, his eyes slipping closed. five minutes, he can do five minutes of jerking off. even if he was suddenly keenly aware of your watchful gaze, of the window beside him, of the pure exposure of the situation.

“that’s not jerking,” you huff disapprovingly. steve’s eyes crinkle open, his mouth already hung open as he pants softly. his hand does another pass over his cock and he smothers a moan into the palm of his hand.

“go faster or it won’t count.” you say wickedly and steve whimpers, his hand obeying without thought. with the way he’s leaking all over himself, it only takes a couple long strokes before he’s making lewd, wet noises as he fucks into his hand.

it shouldn’t be as hot as it is — rubbing his own cock while you watch, eyes darting between his moving hand and his flushed face. steve can hear himself making little noises with every exhale, tiny little whines as he burns up. the coil in his tummy tightens unexpectedly.

“f-fuck-!” he stops his hand completely, gripping the steering wheel with the other as he feels his orgasm swell. it grows closer, so near to tipping over that steve can’t control his hips as they keep moving, rutting into the air frantically, into nothing, as they try to get him over the edge.

it takes another thirty seconds for his breath to catch and steve to settle down enough to not cum immediately. he quivers in his seat. his eyes flutter open to look at you.

“that was really cute,” you muse, eyes almost feline, dragging up and down his body, slow as trickling honey. steve feels his cock twitch at your words, flushing hotly when your eyes dart to his boxers and definitely notice.

“not five minutes though,” you say with teasing tilt in your voice. you point to the clock on the dash. “i think that was… 1 whole minute?”

despite how he tries to stop it, steve can’t help the pathetic noise he makes in response. he wants to be able to finish this stupid fucking challenge you’ve set, wants to prove himself, wants to be good.

he starts moving his hand again before he can consider how bad of an idea it is. he should just say no and do the next ten days. but it’s wet and warm in his hand, the tip of his cock so drippy that he can pretend his hand is yours. you seem pleasantly surprised to see him going again so soon, your lids low as you watch him closely.

“are you normally this loud?”

steve knows you mean the slick noises coming from the way he’s fucking into his hand. he tries to huff but it comes out as a quiet moan and his face flushes hotter again.

he shakes his head instead, his hair scraping against the headrest. god, his neck is burning up. he’s pretty sure he’s never been harder in his life — but fuck, he can’t stop now.

“how- how ma- many minutes?” the words strain to get out, wrapped in his arousal. his nipples peak hard in his shirt, the friction only adding to his pleasure.

at some point, his hand stopped moving all together and his hips started doing all the work. steve presses against the drivers seat, hips lifting off and bucking into his hand and— shit, it’s too much, the sticky boxers are gonna make him cum if he rubs against them one more time.

in haste, he shoves them down his thighs, exposing his cock to you and anyone who deigns to take a peek in his window. something churns in his gut and steve screws his eyes up, willing himself not to cum yet. so close, he’s so close.

“just one more,” you say, suddenly sounding more breathy than before. steve’s eyes snap open, darting over to look at your face — but you’re fixated on his crotch, watching with a hungry expression.

your eyes lift to his face. another devious smile. steve whines. so close, he’s so fucking close, so close he can taste it. he can win, he can do it.

“steve,” you say softly, reaching out to nudge his chin in your direction. he wasn’t aware of when his eyes slipped shut again but your staring him in the face all lovingly, all wickedly and steve wills his orgasm down. another minute, another fucking minute, he can wait, he’s so close he’s— “cum,” you command.

steve does. white hot flashes through his body as he tips over the edge, ecstasy washing over every sense, stronger than he's ever felt before. his cock kicks up in his hand and a whorish moan drags out of his throat as he paints the steering wheel with ropes of cum.

for a minute, steve doesn't give a fuck if he's just lost— he just cares about how fucking good it feels to fuck his fist, to feel every pass over his slit all the way through his body. he whines and whimpers as the feeling tapers off, his hips finally settling down into the seat.

the mortification of what he's done begins to set it, like the drizzles of cum drying on his steering wheel. he can't stop panting, can't think of single word to say, his lips opening and closing as he tries to recover from the best orgasm of his life.

he hears the car door open and it shoots him into gear, stuffing himself back into his sticky boxers, a shiver going down his spine at how unpleasant it feels. oh fuck, and he's got a whole shift ahead of him.

you're still hovering, one hand on the open car door, leaned down and watching him frantically try to recover— all with that damned wicked smile on your face.

you rap your knuckles on the roof of the car. "damn. better luck next month, right harrington?"

you don't sound sorry at all. steve watches you close the door and leave, weaving between the stores and out of sight as his cock softens and his boxers grow colder. he screws his eyes up and smacks his head back against the headrest.

he's so fucking screwed.

[haetrack]

continuing the nerd!haechan thoughts, i genuinely can’t get over the idea of him eating you out with his glasses on. when he gets a bit too stressed out with his nose buried in textbooks for hours on end, he comes to find you to bury his nose in your pussy instead.

he’s always so obsessed with your cunt, lost in his own world, that he doesn’t even realize the mess he’s making. all he cares about is making you feel good. he’d beg for you to cum on his face, not caring about how it would mess up his poor glasses and get them all dirty. he’d do it again and again if it meant getting to taste you.

i can’t be normal about this… please save me… i need to take a deep breath

UMMM UMMM UM yeah… yeah… literally wrote this all in one sitting it hit me so hard… nerd!haechan we need u so bad… part 2 part 3

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it’s finals week.

normally, he’d head to the library, study until he felt satisfied and head back home afterwards. there would be no issues, and if there was something he didn’t know, he could figure it out in time. he’s always ready for his finals, notes written up perfectly, powerpoints all read through, nothing being able to stop him.

except this time, haechan can’t stop thinking about you.

he’s trying to read an article about… something for one of his classes, but nothing is making sense to him. all the words are blurring together, none of it sticking to his mind. all his thoughts trace back to you, thinking about how you rode him the other day. the sweet smile on your face when he begged to let you use him.

he can feel his cock stir in his sweats, any thought of studying now replaced with you. he wants you to use him like a toy, putting all his stress into you. he wants to taste you on his tongue, wants to feel you tug at his hair as you call him your good boy. he quickly takes his phone out of his pocket, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

haechan: are you at home right now?

you: yeah, why?

he doesn’t respond after that, quickly packing his things as he heads to your apartment.

when you answer the door, you’re met with haechan. he’s blushing, hands balled into fists at his sides as he dazedly stares at you. you cock your head to the side, “hey, are you alright?”

“you don’t know how bad i need you right now.” his hands cup your face, pulling you into a kiss. you laugh a bit, pulling him inside as you lock the door behind him. he desperately kisses you, the shy haechan from before no longer present. he mumbles against your lips, “couldn’t stop thinking about eating you out. almost got hard while studying all because of you.”

he whimpers when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, deepening the kiss. his hands are all over you, groping your flesh as he tries to pull you even closer. you hum, “slow down, baby. let’s head to the bedroom, yeah? let you eat me out?”

he’s tugging you to your own bedroom, slamming the door shut as he presses you against the wall. he’s all whines and whimpers when he pulls off your clothes, leaving you bare once he settles you on the bed. his pupils are dilated when he looks at you, drool practically spilling out of his mouth at the thought of you.

you’ve only let him do this once before, and there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than burying his face into your heat. he’s still fully clothed when he joins you on the bed, laying on his stomach as he parts your thighs. he sees how you’re dripping, wanting this just as much as he does. he licks his lips before placing kisses along your inner thighs.

you shiver at the feeling of his lips so close to where you need him. you warn, “don’t try teasing me, haechan.”

“wouldn’t- wouldn’t ever try doing that to you.”

he hovers over you, your scent all around him, flooding all of his senses. he licks a strip up your cunt before he sucks at your entrance, licking up all your slick. he can taste you on your tongue, nothing in the world compares to the sweet taste of your slick. he closes his eyes, sucking harshly at your clit.

you whine out his name as your hands move to thread through his hair, pulling him closer. you can feel the frames of his glasses press into your thighs, laughing internally with how he never takes them off. he says it's so he can see you better, and you can’t really argue with that. you hear the lewd sounds of him licking and slurping your cunt, not caring about how messy he's being.

he can’t say he didn’t expect you to tug at his hair, but it always feels so good when you do. you’re using him to get off, pulling him around to where you want him. he’s your personal toy, only made to pleasure you. he can’t help how his hips grind into the mattress, the thought of it all being too much for him to handle.

he manages to open his eyes when he hears more whines slip out of your mouth. he can’t really see, fog and your own slick coating his glasses as he tries to look at you. he moans out, burying his face deeper into your pussy. he can feel his tip leaking with precum, surely staining the front of his pants in an embarrassing way. he can hear your laugh now, calling him your sweet loser.

you call out to him, hands harshly gripping against the strands of his hair as his tongue reaches deep inside you, his nose pressing against your clit. you watch his hips rut into your bed, and it all sends shivers down your spine. “b-baby, you’re gonna make me cum. keep going and i’ll cum all over your face.”

“wan’ it, want it so bad. need you to cum, need to know how good i’m doing.”

you roll your hips into him, cumming all over his tongue as he helps ride you through your orgasm. his hips roll into your bed, his tip spurting cum into his sweats at the sight of you fucked out. he laps at your entrance, licking up the sweet taste of your cum. you release your grip on his hair, relaxing at his touch.

you realize his tongue doesn’t stop, mouth sloppily sucking on your clit as your thighs try to close around his head. he doesn’t try to move them, instead, looks up at you over his messy glasses, smeared with your cum. there’s no teasing in his eyes, only desperation that keeps on building. you let out a moan of his name, his hips continuing to fuck into your bed.

you try to weakly push his head away, but he swats away your hands. his hands reach to grab you by your waist, keeping you in place as he pulls you even closer. “baby, please, you’re gonna- fuck, you feel so good- gonna make me cum again!”

he whimpers against your folds, ears ringing as he tries to stop himself from cumming too fast again. “j-just wanna,” he mumbles into you, “wanna feel you cum, wanna taste you, wanna make you feel good. want you to use me as much as you want!”

how could you say no to him?

[hoshifighting]

Okay, bear with me cause this might be a strange one, but, how do you think seventeen would react if their s/o wanted to like ‘play’ with their dick.. but like not in the way of ‘here’s a handjob’ but sorta ‘so what happens if I rub your balls like this ?’ Like they just want to poke and prod and maybe lick it

More from like a ‘I don’t have a dick and I wanna know what happens’ kind of perspective. I guess? Sexual scientist s/o vs seventeen lol

sexual scientist s/o x seventeen

warnings: smut, cock/balls play(?)

seungcheol’d try to act all strong and everything, like it’s no big deal, but the second your fingers graze his balls? yeah, he’s groaning like a whoooore. “b-baby, what are you doing?” he’d ask, voice shaking, but honestly, he’s not telling you to stop—he’s curious to see what you’ll do next.

jeonghan smug idiot omg hes a menace stoooooop. he’s laughing at first, all “you really wanna know what happens?” then you start rubbing, and his eyes go wide, mouth falling open as his cock twitches. “oh fuck, okay, maybe— maybe you’re—oh!”

joshua would be a blushing mess. he’s trying to act polite about it, like, “uh, baby, what are you—ohh…,” but the second your hand gets anywhere near his tip (or perineum cof cof), he’s gasping, hips jerking up into your touch. “oh, wow, okay, that feels… good? actually, too good, if you keep going—” he’d definitely let you experiment more, though, no questions asked.

junhui’s all for it. he’s watching you, a little too excited. when you start touching him, he’s moaning loud, throwing his head back. “fuck, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

hoshi would be confused but... why not? “uh, is this like… a game or something?” he’d ask, until you start rubbing, and then he’s losing it. his breath hitches, and he’s trying not to make a sound, but it’s not working. “holy shit—okay, NO DONT SQUEEZE IT.”

wonwoo’d be a little shy about it at first, wondering what you’re up to, but he’s not stopping you. “what are you trying to figure out?” he’d ask, half-laughing, until you hit the right spot, and then he’s gasping, eyes fluttering shut. “shit… yeah, keep doing that.”

woozi’d act like he’s too cool for it, smirking down at you, saying something like, “you’ trying to conduct an experiment? there's nothing special about it” but the second your fingers slide down, his breath catches, and he’s shifting his hips, trying to play it cool. “ah, ah, fuck, okay, yeah, I get it now.”

minghao’s laughing softly at first, kinda enjoying watching you be all curious about his body or male body. “you wanna know what happens if you touch there?” he’d tease, but then you do it, and he’s biting his lip, trying so hard not to moan. “oh… okay, okay is enough.”

mingyu, poor baby would be so confused at first, blinking down at you like, “baby, is not even a pretty thing like, balls? really?.” the second you touch him, his body reacts on instinct, hips bucking up into your hand, and he’s gasping, eyes wide. “oh my god, you better be quick…”

seokmin would be giggling at first, thinking you’re messing with him. “are you serious right now?” he’d ask, when you start rubbing, his laugh dies, and he’s groaning, voice all shaky. “babe… do that again.”

seungkwan’s so embarrassed, blushing bright red, trying to make a joke out of it. “oh, you’re really gonna…?” and when u touch him, he fucking whimpers eyes fluttering shut as he grabs at the sheets. “yeah yeah, you can do it again…”

vernon = blank stare. he’s so confused at first, like, “why would do something like that? oh, a research?” but once your hand moves lower, he’s gone. his voice catches in his throat, and he’s gripping your wrist. “wait—what the fuck, that feels… so good.”

chan “you’re really gonna try that?” he’s all talk until you actually do it, and then his mouth falls open, a shaky moan slipping out. “oh shit, that’s—its sensitive! what the fuck did you do? b-but don't stop…” he’s 100% into letting you experiment all you want.

[bbydoll18xx]

I’ve Got a Wand and a Rabbit (Bonus)

Paige wants to try scissoring, but she’s too shy to tell you.

Paige Bueckers x Reader

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Word Count: 1.2k

Themes: smut, humor, fluff if u squint

A/N: one of my beautiful anons suggested this and I just want to thank whoever it was. This shit is too good. To those who enjoy shy, bottom Paige: you are welcome ;)

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“Babe,” you say for the third time, trying to catch Paige’s attention, who was deeply engrossed in her cell phone. She had been acting weird all day. She was usually all over you, clinging onto you, trying to get you as close to her as possible. But today, she was glued to her phone, only giving you short answers, and you were starting to get annoyed. 

“Madison!” You snap, and her head whips up to meet your furrowed brow with a guilty look on her face. 

She smiles sheepishly at you. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, leaving her phone face down on the arm of the couch and coming over to where you were sitting. “Didn’t mean to ignore my pretty girl.”

You look at her suspiciously as she pulls you into her lap, pressing hot, open mouth kisses to your jaw and trailing them down your neck. 

You were not an idiot. You had dated multiple conniving liars, and your instincts were never wrong. The situation reeked of something fishy, and you were going to figure it out. You sincerely hoped nothing crazy was going on; you actually really liked Paige.

And because you were a girl with a pulse, you gave into Paige’s mouth, as she drew you in with her unrelenting charm.

God, you were so fucked. 

She pulls you into her bedroom to have her way with you, making you forget all about her weird behavior and her abandoned cell phone.

For now at least. 

~

The next day rolls around and you are determined to figure out the source of Paige’s odd behavior. You walk into her apartment quietly, giggling to yourself as you imagine spy music in the background as you creep towards her closed door. There was no noise coming from her room, and you were not actually sure if she was in there or not. 

Taking a deep breath, you carefully open the door and step into the room. Paige is laying on her stomach with her large headphones covering her ears. Her back is to you, and she is watching something intently on her iPad. 

She was always fucking around on that thing. 

‘She’s probably playing Roblox again,’ you snicker inside your head before taking another step forward to see what she was looking at.

Your heart stumbles in your chest as you glance over her shoulder to see two girls scissoring in broad daylight on the screen, and you let out a gasp, giving you away.

Paige whips her head around to see you staring at her with your mouth open in shock. Her cheeks bloom with embarrassment, and she rubs a hand across her neck before sending you a sheepish smile. “I can explain?”

You take a seat on her bed, wringing your sweaty hands together. “You know I don’t care that you’re watching porn right? But, like, why?” You ask, still in shock.

Paige sighs, looking back at the paused screen of her iPad that was haphazardly thrown onto her pillows. “I wanted to try scissoring with you. And I’ve never done that shit. And I was scared to bring it up,” she mumbles.

You giggle, and she whines in protest, pushing at your arm. “Not funny,” she pouts.

“Actually, it’s pretty fucking hilarious!” You cackle, poking at her side. “But why didn’t you just tell me? Who was the one who taught you how to use a vibrator?” You say pointedly. “And that was before we were even dating.”

“I know,” she groans, putting her head in her hands. “I just get kinda shy ‘bout this shit.”

“You poor baby,” you coo. “Now, c’mon, let's go scissor.”

Paige looks at you with a dumbfounded expression. “What?” 

“Well don’t you want to try it? I’m horny, and I can see you’re soaked through those flimsy sweatpants,” you add, pointing to her crotch. 

Her face turns bright red again. 

Her sheepishness was divine, and you were eager to show her the many pleasures of scissoring. You were going to leave her absolutely wrecked.

~

Paige’s breathless whines cut through the air as you press hot, wet kisses to her inner thighs. She writhes against her bedsheets, and you continue to tease her.

“You look so pretty all spread out f’me,” you simper, overtly pleased with yourself. No one could get a rise out of her like you. 

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” she grunts, throwing an arm across her face. Her hips jump up as you swipe your thumb across her swollen clit in retaliation. “Please, baby,” she cries, thrusting her bottom lip out in a ridiculous pout.

Your own pussy was dripping in excitement, and you doubted you’d be able to hold off much longer, so you decided to show her a little mercy.

“C’mere,” you instruct, pulling her closer and slotting her open legs through yours. Loud gasps ring out as your slick pussies connect as you both adjust to the feeling. 

Paige leans forward, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss before she rolls her hips experimentally, leaving you to moan into her mouth. It was raw, the sheer magnetism exuding out from between the two of you. 

Grabbing onto her long, toned leg, you use it to slide her soaked folds against yours, ensuring your clits aligned perfectly. It was erotic, and as you stared at Paige’s heaving body, you felt another gush trickle down onto the soft skin of your inner thighs.

Her mouth is open, head tilted back, as she inhales sharply. Her grip moves to your ass, and she sends a stinging slap to your sensitive skin. 

“Fuck,” you moan out, rolling your hips again and watching as your movement sends shockwaves through Paige’s body. Her thighs tremble and her tits bounce as you pull her in close to you, kissing her deeply as you grind against her. 

“S’good,” she mumbles against your mouth before a needy whine leaves her lips with another roll of your hips. “Can’t last much longer,” she pants out.

You stroke her cheek, making her look into your eyes as you speed up your movements. The noises were downright filthy as your pussy slid wetly against hers, the friction quickly bringing you to a glorious edge. 

Paige cums with your name on her lips, her body shuddering as the pleasure rips through her. Expletives and moans fill the air as you and Paige come down from your highs together.

As your breathing evens out, you reach to move her blonde hair out of her face, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“That was way better than I expected,” she grins, and you laugh.

“Now what are you going to do the next time you wanna try out something new?” You ask, a teasing tone ringing through your voice.

Paige sighs, looking bashful. “I’m gonna tell you instead of watching it on Pornhub.”

You pull her in for another kiss. “That’s my good girl.”

~

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[504py]

No Compromises

Yandere Canada/Reader – You reunite with an old college friend, though he's nothing like you remember.

⚠️ Yandere content, kidnapping, self-harm, stalking, possible emetophobia (descriptions of gagging and the feeling of illness), no use of Y/N, gender-neutral reader.

IM BACK YAWL 😭😭 just a bit of a filler post and another apology for being away for so long!!! i tried to get this out by halloween but i kept adding more shit LOL

while this is much more aligned with his 2p version, i had no idea if it counts as such since here i portray his 1p and 2p version as the same guy 😭😭 so that's up in the air!

also u may notice the lack of a [oneshot] tag... thats cuz i have a prequel wip for this, but figured i'll just finish and post it if the people desire it LMAO. pls lemme know if y'all do!! anyways so sorry again and i hope u enjoy!!! thanks so much to everyone for sticking around and enjoying what i do 🩵🩵🩵

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The light drag of a cigarette is the first thing you process when you finally come to your senses.

A man stands before you, singular lightbulb leering ominously above a head of overgrown blond hair, the bright light reflecting in his glasses making you unable to see much of his features. His tall, slender figure is highlighted by the stark overhead shadows that are being cast on his baggy clothing. He exhales, smoke billowing and resting heavily in the dusty, stale air.

"Hey." He says, the friendly, casual tone of his voice making you blink faster in the hopes of gaining more lucidity. His tongue pokes at his cheek as he drops the cigarette to the cemented floor and stomps on it. The gritty sound feels like boiling water in your audio-sensitive drugged up state.

"Are the ropes too tight?" He asks with a quirk of his head, you squint, thinking you'll be able to catch a glimpse of his face, but the dark shadows and your pupils trying desperately to adjust to the lighting in the dim room make the task much too difficult. You didn't even notice you were bound 'till you tugged your wrists at the mention of the word 'rope.'

The mystery man straightens his posture and takes a few steps closer to you. His sneakers are downtrodden. The lacing is asymmetrical, any recognizable color or branding rubbed off, and the hem of his loose jeans caked in what seems to be mud.

"Come on, you can speak, can't you? It's not like I taped up your mouth." The tone of voice he uses here is almost playful, yet too vague. You didn't know if it was condescending, comforting, or cheerful.

"I... I'm... Ropes are okay..." You respond mindlessly, your voice coming out in a hoarse croak. God, it feels like your head could loll off your neck at any moment.

"Poor thing. You sound parched– Tell ya what, I'll give you some water if you kiss me." Even if his face is still hazy, you can make out the glint of a smile. His canines are pointy.

He draws closer, and crouches in front of your seated figure. He's a lot taller than you thought, seeing him up close. You see the indent of a pointed dimple by the edge of his sharp lip corners when he turns his cheek to you. There's a few moles on his pale skin. He smells like tobacco, rust, and rainwater. Smells a bit like something syrupy and moldy, but maybe that's just the room.

You shudder away from his close proximity, and he laughs nervously.

"Aw, I thought that'd work." He chuckles, before facing you fully, still crouching.

You can finally see his face. What you thought were dark brown eyes turned out to be a dull shade of purple, just with his pupils as fully blown as they can go. The stare is creepy, but at least his droopy outer eye corners and straight blond eyelashes soften their impression. His nose is well-structured and pointy, reddish at the tip. His sharp lip corners seem to always point upwards, and were pink like they had just been kissed and bitten. If it weren't for this moment, you'd have thought he was an attractive man with a somewhat docile-looking face. His cheeks are flushed, he tilts his head in wonder, a few pieces of his hair falling over his face.

"Merde, you're really pretty up close. I can't believe you're in front of me right now. I missed you so, so much." He giggles, cold hand reaching out to carefully grasp your chin to try and steady your bobbing head.

He swoons, "So, so pretty." then presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. The action makes him exhale a shuddered, moaning breath. Whatever is in your system prevents you from reacting too much besides a weak jerk of your body.

"I should get you out of this shitty room, but I wanted to be prepared in case you reacted more violently. I didn't wanna have to drag you around. Don't wanna rough my baby up." He says with a small smile, as if the thought secretly brings him some amusement. Maybe his otherwise comforting smile just comes off as sinister at a time like this.

"You're reacting so much better than I thought you would, though. You're being so, so good, you know?" He coos like you're a pet, taking his hand off your chin and his blunt fingernails gently scratching at the top of your scalp.

Your throat hurts. You swallow dryly. "Who are you?"

The corner of his mouth twitches, and his smile drops slightly. He takes in a deep breath and sighs, cigarette-stained air blowing over your face.

He squints at you. "You really don't remember me?" He says quietly.

You shake your head. His light eyebrows knit in what looks like an expression of heartbreak.

He tries to jog your memory. "Come on, college sweethearts?"

"...I didn't date anyone in college."

His lips part in shock, the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepening.

"It's Mattie. Come on now." He pleads, desperation dripping from every word. The higher, more pathetic register his voice shifts into begins to jog your memory.

The sound of that nickname makes your eyes widen and forces your shoulders to press against the back of the chair. His identity makes things a million times worse.

"...M-Matthew Williams? No, no, c'mon, we never dated. Don't be like this."

"We had something special, though. I missed you. You missed me too, didn't you? You even remembered my full name." Matthew's gentle voice raises, as if trying to convince you of his feelings, trying to justify this situation.

"Th-There must've been a better way to get in contact with me without tying me up."

He shakes his head, frown almost a pout. "I did try! But you'd always blow me off to hang out with your other friends, a-and– and I just couldn't watch when I found out you were starting to see someone else." Resting on his knees and looking up at you, he grasps your bound hands on your lap. The position reminds you of prayer. Worship.

"I love you. Always have. A-And I know I'm different from how I used to be, but maybe you'll like this newer version of me more. You did say you liked a more assertive partner, didn't you?" His head tilts while he nods, like he's trying to convince you of everything he's saying.

His crazed eyes quickly scan your expression for any validation. "Yeah, yeah... I-I was a doormat back then, so that's probably why you didn't return my feelings." He laughs bitterly, and the sight is almost irritatingly funny to you. He's comparing his former pitiful self to the way he is now, as if he had changed. "But I'm different now. I'm not a coward anymore. I'll take care of you, and I'll do it well, I promise. I'll make you so happy."

"Please, Mattie, j-just let me go, and I'll give you a chance–"

He gasps. "You used my nickname." A disgustingly lovestruck grin spreads on his pale freckled face. He presses your bound hands against his flat chest. His heart is beating wildly against his ribcage.

"Feel my heartbeat. It's all for you. It only beats for you. I promise I can make you feel the same way for me. Just let me."

"...Do I even have any other choice? You kidnapped me."

Matthew's smile falters, eyes drooping, and he looks just as pathetic as he did all those years ago. He frowns flimsily. "I-I'm sorry. But I'll be good to you. Really. I'll be so good for you."

You shut your eyes and lean your head back. Your whole body hurts. Weighing out your options, you make a decision. If this Matthew is just as pathetic as the one you remember, then maybe you have a chance to escape if you butter him up enough.

"Fine. Untie me first."

Matthew's eyes widen. "R-Really? If you fight back, though, I'll have to use force, so, please, just... Don't run."

"I get it."

Eagerly, he brings out a knife and cuts through the rope. He rubs and massages your wrists for you when you're freed from your restraints. Dusts your clothes off for you, too. Though, you're wondering if what you think is a needlessly thoughtful action is just an excuse for him to feel you up.

"Let's get out of this basement, yeah? It's much better upstairs. Promise." He says, gently holding onto your hand. His are covered in bruises and small wounds. Butterflies are taking flight like fighter jets in his stomach.

When you stand up, Matthew pauses for a bit, violet eyes raking over your figure.

"Sorry, I just–" He starts, before cutting himself off by quickly stepping closer to you and encasing your body in a hug. He trembles and lets out a shaky breath, tightening his hold.

"I missed you so much," His voice cracks, "So happy you're here. Really. I feel like I'm on top of the world having you all to myself. You're all mine, finally."

Matthew takes in a sharp, obstructed breath. "Ugh, I–" He pulls away and his voice sounds all wet. He's crying. If you weren't so woozy, you would have scolded him when he wipes his face with his dirty jacket sleeve. Even now, you care about him, and maybe that's why he's fallen so helplessly in love with you.

He feels like he's shriveling into himself when all he does is simply breathe and what comes out is a sniffle. It's shameful, to boast about being a changed, stronger man, only to fall apart with a hug.

Wordlessly, he gulps his insecurities down his scratchy throat and grabs your wrist, taking you up the dusty wooden steps and leaving the basement. He does this with such little care it surprises you a little. It forces you to come to your senses in order to not stumble over your own heavy feet.

The actual interior of the house is much less industrial-looking than what you'd assumed from the basement. Rustic is the first word to pop into your mind to describe this place. Cottagecore, like the trendy people say, but... with a whole lot less of that trendy factor. It definitely is comfortable, which is a relief considering the storm outside.

Oh.

Looking out the window makes you realize something dreadful. You were never scared of the dark, pitch-darkness, even, but the vantablack surroundings beyond the glass begins to shroud you in a shadow of realization; there is a total absence of light. There are no lights, there are no houses nearby, there is nothing. You were in the middle of nowhere. You glance down to Matthew's battered sneakers and mud-caked jeans, and wonder how much trouble they went through to get you here.

He senses your staring, and looks to you, following your gaze and flushing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This is no outfit for a reunion as important as this." He laughs sheepishly, weakly. He had managed to swallow his tears, with the only evidence left behind being his reddish waterline and nostrils.

"I'll, uh, I'll go change– Just sit down anywhere you'd like. Those drugs will take a bit to leave your system. I'll fix you something up to wash it down as soon as I'm back, sweetie." Matthew stays for a moment, gnawing on his lip like he's weighing something out in his mind, before deciding to just go for it. He leans in to quickly place a kiss to your temple, and despite his attempt at nonchalance, he lets out a thin, shaky breath, before scampering off into what you assume is his bedroom.

Still nauseated, you hobble over to the couch and collapse onto it with more grace than you expected. You spare only a few seconds before forcing yourself back up, making the most of your time alone to examine the area without the pressure of Matthew watching you.

You scan the room quickly, making note of any possible exits. There are only two in this living room. The window, and the lone door against the other side of the room. Nearing and examining the window, you quickly find that it has a keyed lock, and rush over to the door.

Keyed, padlocked, deadbolted. God, he really went through the trouble of installing multiple of these. You could only imagine what his keyring looked like. You wonder if you could nab it.

A long-fingered hand clamps over your shoulder, digging into your collarbones and pulling you back. It's over so quickly you don't even have time to complain and yell about the pain.

"What do you wanna eat?" Matthew asks sweetly. His voice, though recognizable, is different from the way you remember it. His signature softspoken-ness is still there, but it's hoarse, slightly deeper. Maybe it's because he started smoking, but no cigarette can be owed the credit of the subtle confidence in his tone– Maybe not confidence, but some sort of certainty.

Your irises tremble slightly at the startle as you return his stare, before gulping and answering. "...Anything's fine."

"Pancakes it is." He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. As he walks to the quaint kitchen, he pulls a black hair tie off of his bony wrist and begins tidying his wavy, honey blond locks into a low ponytail. His hair's grown so much since you last saw him, and you can't help but think it suits him well.

It's not just his hair, the rest of him has grown, too. Matthew's gained a few inches of height, though he looks slimmer than before. You're unsure if he lost weight, or if his height just makes him look thinner than he actually is. He's aware of it, that he looks slightly worse for wear, but he couldn't help but lose his appetite being away from you for so long. He'll gain it back eventually to look good for you. I have to, he tells himself.

Now that he's rid of his jacket and clad in just a loose, plain graphic shirt, you get a better look of the wounds on his arms. It's mostly around his knuckles and palms, maybe he's clumsy, maybe he does a lot of physical labor, those are strangers to you, but you're familiar with the thin scars on the inside of his wrists. They're faded and old now, thank god, but you remember the long teary nights in college you'd spend trying to convince him not to hurt himself just because you couldn't spend time with him that week. You made him promise he wouldn't do it anymore, and judging by the lack of fresh wounds, he's kept his word. Though those memories make your head throb, you feel slightly proud.

You wobble over to the couch, deciding to take a seat to try and soothe the nausea bubbling about inside you. You remember those red plaid pajamas he's wearing, too. Always wore them whenever you came over. You wince as another wave of pain ripples through your skull, and you wonder if he's purposefully dressed himself like that to remind him of his most favorite time in his life, one that he thought was yours too.

That smell of butter, vanilla, and syrup doesn't help. While your stomach does respond to the smell, you can't help but think of Matthew first before the food. He always smelled faintly of maple syrup, along with hints of lavender and men's shower gel. His old apartment reeked of it. You never thought such an innocuous scent could bring you so much irritation.

Matthew glances behind him, finding your zoned out, furrow-browed stare.

"Your head hurting real bad?" He calls out from behind his back, focusing on the current stack of pancakes he was building by the stove.

"Yeah," You say under your breath. You're not sure why you even bothered responding if you knew you were gonna answer so silently. A part of you felt it rude had you just been unresponsive, but good god, forget the formalities, he'd kidnapped you!

After a few more moments of head-clutching silence, Matthew arrives, sitting on the couch and placing a plate of pancakes on the wooden coffee table in front of you.

"Come on now, you should eat. You've been knocked out for a while, you're about to miss lunch and dinner." He says lightly, a faint sternness in his voice, like he were speaking to a child. You scoff feebly.

"Nah, I... I don't really feel like eating." Despite the apparent hunger pangs in your stomach, you feel terribly sick in the throat, like you were constantly on the verge of retching. As much as you wanted to down the food he's prepared for you, just the thought of eating makes you gag.

He lets out a small laugh. "Want me to feed you?" Scooting closer, he leans down and tilts his head to get a better look at your pallid, gloomy face, heavy with queasiness. You're still so beautiful, he thinks.

You shake your head adamantly at that, immediately regretting it at the dull pain that amounts from the action. "No, no, I'm alright, Mattie," You bite your tongue when you realize you've called him by that stupid nickname again. "I feel like I'm gonna throw up."

He can't help the cheesy expression on his face and the way his heart flutters at the nickname. "It'll get worse if you don't eat." He pouts. "Come on, at least five bites." He picks up a fork, already slicing a small bit for you, and holding it up to your mouth.

You look at it with a small frown and wince in your expression, and his eyes darken.

"I'll tell you where one of the keys are if you eat."

Those words grab your attention immediately, and haplessly, you take a bite of the pancake he offers you. Matthew lets out an airy giggle.

"I remember you used to complain so much about this. Whenever I tried to feed you." He says with a pointy, wistful smile. "You've changed a lot over the years. Still so in love with you, though." His gaze is heartbreakingly warm.

You look at him, heart stopping in your chest for a moment at how sincerely he's looking at you. His heart does the same, but just at the mere action of you meeting his eyes, acknowledging his existence.

"You too." You say simply, despite your thoughts being so much more than those two words imply. When his cheeks redden and his lips gape, you quickly correct yourself. "Uh, that you've changed. Not that I love you." He huffs a dry chuckle.

"Figured, but I wanted to believe it." Matthew cuts up another piece of the pancake and offers it to you. You bite, and his blush only darkens. While you're chewing, he speaks again.

"You're not wearing that bracelet I made you anymore." He makes a sad face.

You swallow, "It's in my apartment. Felt too bad to throw it away." The light returns to his lavender eyes and he grins warmingly at you.

The bracelet is simple, a thin twist bracelet made with red thread, all entwined together with love. Matthew gave it to you during a morning class, blushing and stuttering. He made one for himself, too, like the red string of fate, he giggled when he said this, lovingly looking at the matching bracelets around your wrists. Now that your vision was less foggy, you can now see that what you thought was a wound was actually that same bracelet around his wrist. The color has faded slightly, more dull with dirt and age, while yours is still as vibrant as the day he gave it to you. It's a shame he didn't nab it when abducting you.

"You still care about me." He grins, almond eyes sparkling with mirth.

"To my own detriment." You smile emptily at him, taking the fork from his grasp and quickly eating the rest of what you owe him.

"The key?" You remind him, and he seems like a lost puppy for a moment, before it hits him, his pointy-fanged grin widening. He chuffs bashfully, as if a secret of his had been revealed, before he answers, awfully joyous; "Oh, I was lying." He laughs almost childishly.

A feeling of cold dread and shame drips from your head and down your shoulders. Of course, why did you assume so easily that he'd just hand that to you on a silver platter? At the same time, of course you would, he's Matthew Williams, the same man who gave you his coat and paid your bus fare the first time you two met. He insisted you kept it, said it suited you better and he's got hundreds more like it anyways. You did, you kept using it over the years even when you graduated. You used it this morning, maybe that's why it was so easy for him to recognize you. Your gullibility strikes you with chagrin and you can only retaliate by pushing back.

"What? We made a deal. Why would you lie to me?"

Matthew's usually docile expression falls, and suddenly you feel like you genuinely have no idea who this man is anymore, and you regret thinking that you could just walk all over him and out that door like you did all those years ago.

"Do you think you have any control over this situation, sweetie?" He crawls closer, palms dipping the couch cushions. "Did you really think I'd guard you so loosely? After all these years?" The collar of his shirt hangs from his neck as he leans down, collarbones prominent. "Did you think I'd let you leave me again? Stupid." He spits, though it seems like the final insult was more directed towards himself than you.

You scoot back until your back hits the armrest, and before you can try and slide off the couch, a lithe arm cages you in.

"It tore me up, ripped me to shreds and I came back a different person, but the only thing that stayed, that didn't change, was my love for you– No, my love for you is what broke me in the first place. Please, god, just soothe me a little." Matthew's voice crescendos until it cracks, hysterical expression making you relive the hell that was your college days together.

"Just love me a little." He whimpers weakly, before pressing a desperate kiss to your lips, moaning in surprise as if he wasn't the one to kiss you first. It's short, brief, like it zaps him, too much for his poor racing heart to handle. The bright smile returns to his face when he pulls away, breathless. It stays despite the horrified look on your face.

"Why are you so disgusted? You already tasted plenty of me in those pancakes. You looked so cute eating up my spit." He teases, his glee evident in his voice, the loose strands of his hair tickling your face. The realization of what you had just consumed, what now sits heavily in the pit of your stomach, was something of his, makes you dizzy with abhorrence. You try to push him off, but he slams your shoulder back into the cushions, hands vice-like and heavy against your skin.

Matthew is panting, and when he catches his breath, his eyes widen and his irises shake. You can see his pupils contract and dilate. "I'm sorry, I-I'm sorry– Didn't mean to– Ah, merde." He whimpers, dropping his head to the crook of your neck. He's already reduced to a groveling mess, and you've barely said anything. "Please love me, I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I love you!" He cries, and you hate that you really do feel sorry for him.

You hate him, hate the shit he keeps putting you through, hate how soft his voice is, hate how pathetic he is, hate how reliant he is on you, hate seeing his tears. You hate how he still manages to pull pity from you despite everything he's put you through.

With a shriek through gritted teeth, you fist his shirt and yank him down, this kiss is intended, and definitely felt like, more akin to an act of harm over love, but poor Matthew can't tell the difference.

He melts into it with a loving sigh despite his bleeding lips.

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[revelboo]

I'm going to crown you queen of cliffhangers, here you go 👑

Starscream would just steal it. Driving back to the real world today, so no posts until later in the evening

Everything Is Alright Pt 87

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Servos curled loosely about you so you stay put, Megatron scrolls through reports. Aware of your sullen silence after he’d laughed at you. Realizing the Seeker’s really convinced you that he loves you even though Starscream only loves Starscream. He almost pities you, because that look on your face has made it obvious you love him in return. Even after he’d told you what Starscream was capable of, you’re still loyal to him and that’s impressive in a way. Optics flicking down when you lean into his servos again, shivering. Figured out you were cold some time ago, but also much too proud to accept help from him if he offered it. You’re warm against him, he can feel the beat of your little heart and it’s unsettling. This helpless, little thing in his hand.

• Sneaking a glance at his face to make sure he’s still scrolling, because you feel guilty about leaning into his warmth. Like it’s a betrayal. You don’t like him, but he’s warm. That’s all. The silence between you had gone past uncomfortable some time ago. Know you’re supposed to be talking to him, trying to endear yourself to him for safety, but when you’d slipped up and said the L word and he’d laughed, you’d been too angry to try. Because it hadn’t been a mocking laugh, it was genuine. Like the idea of Star caring for anyone is hilarious. “For a murderous warlord, you’re pretty boring,” you mutter, immediately cringing as he glances at you.

• “Would you prefer I raze a town or two?” He growls at you, amused when you scowl. “I suppose I could make a show of force,” he begins and you twist toward him, a little hand grabbing his servo and a quick ‘no.’ Frightened eyes stare up at him, your fear much less entertaining than he’d expected. Why are your expressions so Cybertronian? So easy to read? Venting, he shifts his servo until you pull your hand away. “Then don’t complain.”

• “Boring’s good. I like boring,” you say, heart still racing. Had he been serious? You’re not sure as one corner of his mouth twists slightly like it might have been a joke. In horribly poor taste. Then he reaches up a servo and touches your head, absently patting you like a favorite pet that did a cute trick as he continues scrolling. Which part of what you’d said had he liked? Which part of his amusement can you exploit?

• It takes longer than Starscream expects to dig through the archives of Shockwave’s meticulous, excessive notes. Chasing a rumor he’d overheard decades ago about how this world was seeded with energon. Knows the scientist was experimenting with different varieties of energon, most too unstable to be feasible. Long term anyway. There. A note with coordinates for where an Ore-13 that had proved toxic to the volunteers that had used it, but had increased their strength exponentially, was seeded. Even if it had eventually killed them from repeated use. But he only needs to use it once. One time to end Megatron. To protect you.

• Can’t monitor the Seeker all the time and he knows it, but it’s hard when Soundwave knows how desperate Starscream is. Entering the bridge, his shoulders ease at the sound of your soft voice and a rumbling reply from Megatron. Because you’re talking to each other and he has to believe it’s a good thing. Needs Megatron to see you for you to be safe. Even if you and Star both hate it. Megatron notices him first and the almost teasing curve of his lips flattens out. Serious again even as you stand up to lift a hand in greeting and Megatron shifts his servos around you as if to keep you from falling. A small thing, but one that gives him hope. “Reports on Autobot activity,” he says.

• Watching Soundwave hand over a datapad, you’re almost tempted to reach up your arms like a little kid demanding to be picked up. Especially when his head lowers to stare at you like he knows. You think he might reach out a servo at least, touch your hair or arm, but he doesn’t do that either. So you sit back down. Almost embarrassed that you’d been picking at the warlord and actually enjoying his retorts. Hating that he has a sense of humor. That little, guarded half smile. He’s all business now, though and you wonder if there’s anyone here he can joke with, smile with. Or if he’s like Star and trusts no one. Hating that the thought bothers you that they’re all alone together.

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[zwhoreo]

mommy kink luffy? 👀

ok so I don’t think luffy would ever actually use the word mommy but I think the rest of the kink can apply hehehe

nurture me - luffy x f!reader

smut

summary: missing the comfort of a nurturing female figure as a child, luffy sometimes turns to you to get that feeling back. and sometimes, he wants sex

contains: mommy kink (the word mommy is never mentioned), very innocent luffy, he’s pretty sub in this one, soft dom reader

words: 2k

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Luffy is upset today, he’s not sure why, he’s feeling this rush of some sort of unplaceable loneliness even though he isn’t alone at all, surrounded by people to love and spend time with and hug. He had fallen and broken a stack of glasses in the kitchen yesterday, and he was chastised for his clumsiness, smacked by Nami, shoved out by Sanji. He had cut his arm on the glass, nothing deep, nothing a couple bandaids from Chopper’s office couldn’t fix, but it still made him a little sad and distressed for some reason. He needed comfort but pushed it away and forgot about it.

So now he’s sitting on the bow of the ship and picking at the bandaids. He wants to go bother you, he needs some comfort, a hug from you seems to be an immediate fix for times like these. And maybe something more, he thinks, like playtime, sort of.

You’re reading a book Robin gave you, curled up on your cabin’s chair, the porthole open next to you for that crisp sea breeze. You’re delighted at those little sandal steps, your door opening, large, glittery eyes looking at you excitedly.

Luffy hops on your bed, rolling on his back and kicking his legs and reaching for you, a teasing grabbing motion with his fists. Absolutely adorable.

You lean over to take his hand, he squirms and giggles at the contact and he’s smiling so brightly.

“[naaame]…” he whines, trying to pull you to him but you pull instead, still holding his stretched arm as you sit back in the chair. He pouts and stretches his other arm out to you.

“No pulling, Luffy,” you say, gently removing one arm from your waist knowing his intention to yank you into bed.

“Please… can we please cuddle… I wanna really bad…” Luffy’s squirming again, begging, you just can’t resist him.

You set down your book, walking over to your bed and sitting by him which makes him squeal in delight and open his arms for a hug. You lay back and pull him up onto you, letting him bury his head in your chest and find a comfortable position as you pet his hair.

He likes to be nurtured. It’s a childish part of him that comes out sometimes, especially when he thinks about his old village and Ace and Sabo and Shanks, when he misses getting to play and explore all day and just be a kid. But he didn’t really have anyone back then to take care of him like this. Makino was the closest, he got a taste of the affection a mother could bring, but mostly he was just raised by himself and his brothers, and bandits, and he wasn’t really ever cuddled or held when he was young. So now you’re his person, he gets to be extra close to you and he’ll never be too much.

And usually he’s more dominant, even in his innocence and softness, he’s your captain and you’re his to take care of and keep safe, he picks you up and carries you and holds you against his chest, you’re his, he likes being in control.

But that doesn’t have to be always.

Those times like now where he paws at you and lays on you all slack like a baby, you just curl up with your arms around him and murmur comforting things in his ear. There’s those deer eyes again, searching, he’s leaning in to kiss you and you catch him halfway with his cheeks squished in your hands. Arms circle your waist needily and this poor boy has squirmed his way between your legs because he wants friction, maybe.

“Lu, hun, what do you want?” you coax gently, tracing his shoulders, you know he wants you so bad but he has to try to say what he wants if he wants something, that’s what you’re teaching him.

“Um… I dunno, I guess uh…” Luffy’s mind is cloudy, he wants your body but he doesn’t know what to ask for so when your thigh comes to naturally rest between his legs he just settles for this, at least.

You laugh lightly as he begins to grind on your leg, hips rutting, rhythmic but messy, he starts making these little whimpering noises in your ear as he rubs himself on you like a puppy in heat. You let him, hugging gently and just laying there listening.

“I… mm! I wanna suck your breasts?” He seems excited to have found words, talking casually as he continues to get himself off on your thigh, aching and growing beneath his pants. You can’t refuse him.

“Sure, hun.” This is perfect because you’re a little tired. Let your boy enjoy himself and relax with him and it’ll all be ok. And you pull off your shirt, you let him see you, and he grins before squeezing you tightly and latching on, suckling gently on your nipple while looking up at you with stars in his soft brown eyes.

“S’ good…” he growls, mouth full, nuzzling and gripping against you.

You lift him into your arms after a few minutes, when he gets teeth-y with your skin, he whines at the loss of contact with his mouth but lets you pick him up and place him in your lap, squeezing his face in your hands, giving him a caring hug.

“Luffy, baby, you want more, huh? C’mon…” You place your hand on the small of his back, rubbing his skin.

“Mmf… I wanna put my dick in you,” he says, voice in the most amount of innocence he could possibly sound with those words. You weren’t expecting this, usually he’s more innocent when you two play, when he asks for something, but you won’t complain.

You smile. You pet him lovingly, gentle praise. You kiss his cheek and then his mouth and he’s still in a teething mood so you need to pull away when he bites your lip, but you press his face into your neck because you always like biting there.

“Want some help?” you coo to him, tugging at his clothes, and he nods happily against you and makes a tiny sound.

His shirt is open, easy to slide off. Glistening warm skin meets the cool sunlight of the porthole, wave reflections, he’s so beautiful when you can see his bare shoulders. You take a moment to lean in and kiss them. And then his jeans, you have to sort of pick him up again to unbutton and remove them and his cock slaps your wrist, no underwear, you ignore your aching need to touch it and continue to take care of him, settling his twitching hips and tossing his clothes to the side.

Soft and bare, dripping with sweetness and innocence, he’s draped on you, sitting in your lap, naked and waiting to be touched in a gentle way.

Your shirt’s off. Now your jeans, your panties, Luffy starts moaning and thrusting into nothing at your scent and the feeling of your skin but you have to calm him.

“No, baby, let’s be patient ok?” You poke his cheek and he whines but just curls into you a little more, trying to wait like you’ve taught him.

You switch the positions of your legs, you’re on his lap, propped up on the bed, sort of straddling him, he’s sitting in front of you with his cock rubbing through your wetness, eyes hooded in pleasure, he’s waiting for your command because he’s yours to comfort and hold and protect right now.

“[naaame]…” he whines in such a little voice, staring up through his hair, begging.

“Move like this…” you murmur, lining up his hips so he can rub against you for a while, and get you wet. He does so in a careful way, biting his lip as he tries not to plunge within you just yet. You’re still so tired, you want lazy, careful sex. But Luffy’s the one who needs to be looked after and cared for right now. Nurture me, is what his eyes say, mind in a space so far away.

So once you’re warmed up and once Luffy’s being tortured by need and the rising and falling of his chest is pressed to you with brutal pressure, you smile and reach down to line him up yourself. He squeaks as he feels the touch of your hand down there, and the cocoon of velvet enveloping him, you can move just be gentle like I taught you, your smile says.

So he does. Instinctual thrusting fueled by pure love and appreciation, his hands reaching to grip your ass and lift you up more against him, he’s getting a little more dominant but just in an excited, playful sort of way. You hold him, you put your arms around his shoulders and breathe in his scent.

“So good, Lu, you’re doing so well…” you whisper in his ear as he works you into pulp, grabby hands, needy whines.

He likes to feel grown up but still be cared for. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing but he likes to be shown how. He likes to be cradled but to feel you so deep, his infinitely loving girlfriend who knows his needs, who would give him the world.

It comes eventually, that confusing knot in his stomach, now is the time he wants to be held the most. You squeeze him so tight and let him squirm in your arms as you carry him in coaxing gentleness through his powerful climax. He drips within you, you’ve claimed him with the comforting warmth of your body.

You make sure to pull him out and wipe him off and even in his hazy, submissive state he still makes sure to rub your hips and thighs and make sure you’re ok and nothing hurt you. “Was that good? Did I do good?” he murmurs as he squirms onto his back in your arms like a cat looking for affection.

“So good.”

Luffy’s restless now, he needs to occupy his mouth which he often does before sleep for self-soothing, and he’s going to nurse right now, curled up in your arms. So he reaches for your breasts again but that’s when you see his arm.

“Hey Lu, what’s that? Did you hurt yourself?” You lift his forearm for examination and he blushes in slight shame. Because you then say, “when did this happen? You shoulda told me!”

“Um, yesterday. I dunno… I fell and broke some glasses and I thought you’d get mad, it’s just a scratch, I’m fine.” He avoids your eyes.

“I’d never be mad at you for something like that, it’s ok, accidents happen.” You run your hand through his hair. “These bandaids aren’t fresh, we gotta get you new ones, hun…”

“N- no! Don’t leave… I don’t wanna let go!” Because he’s attached to you in a tight embrace and can’t picture a world without your arms right now.

“It’ll just be a minute-”

“Carry meee! Please, please, please-” He’s scrambling up your body as you begin to sit up so you let him. You stand up shakily because Luffy is glued to your back, arms around your shoulders and face buried in your neck.

You get bandaids from your cabinet, you have to pry Luffy off of you and let him curl up in your lap again so you can gently change clean and re-bandage his scraped arm. This protective kindness lulls Luffy, it makes him sleepy and happy and like he needs to take a long nap with you which, from the beginning, is what you were excited for. Pulling a curtain over the porthole you’re back to laying on your bed, letting Luffy drift off with his mouth on your breast, calming and grounding for both of you. His hands find yours in his dreamy state, holding on, wanting you to know how much he loves you, in a quiet and innocent way.

[oepionie]

HIS COMPLETE DEVOTION: THE AFTERMATH. malleus draconia

Synopsis: A week after the spell incident, Lilia tells Malleus about all the things he's done to you when he lost his memory. Horrified at his actions, Malleus locks himself away in his room to brood.

Character/s: Malleus Draconia x GN! Reader

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Crack-Fluff, Malleus is really dramatic, Intense love, Lilia drags Malleus' ass, Lilia turns into his true form, Malleus has gargoyle bedsheets lol, Flustered Malleus, Malleus kneels for u

A/N: Might have went a little bit overboard here loll, I just read a bunch of sagau zhongli fics and it inspired me eheg

WordCount: 800+ | 💌Masterlist | PART I HERE

Malleus Draconia was in love with you. There was no doubt regarding that.

Every bit of your affection, no matter how small or big makes Malleus melt. In the aftermath of your love, he has trouble keeping his heart still as it bounces and dances around his chest. His face blossoms a bright red and a wide silly smile remains on his face for hours, leaving his cheeks burning and strained.

The dragon fae always clung onto you, standing by your side like a devoted knight - so vigilant and attentive that it would put his own retainers to shame.

Though, why is it now that you find yourself eating lunch all alone, with your dragon nowhere to be found?

Well…after the incident last week, Malleus dared not to show his face to you.

Lilia had told him about everything that had transpired that day and oh, how he hated to hear about the sorrow of his cherished treasure. It trod on, tore at, and beat at his poor heart. Even more so once he found out he was the cause of your pain. Such an unpardonable act that Malleus, overcome with grief, shut himself in his room.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't visit him. Every time you entered the area around his room, a push of wind magic would always carry you away; it was gentle enough to never hurt you but firm enough to never let you get past.

After days of trying, you decided to simply give Malleus his space, hoping that he wasn't taking it too seriously…

Guilt.

Such a twisted, dreadful feeling which gnawed at his bones and mauled his conscience.

Malleus sits in his bedroom, glaring down at his feet. After locking himself up, the young prince refused to speak to anyone and only came out when it was time for class.

When he was in school, he avoided you like the plague; immediately teleporting away as soon as he caught sight of your figure.

It was safe to say that he wasn't taking the situation so lightly and after a week of his dramatics and Sebek's mourning, Lilia eventually had to step in.

"No!" Malleus growls, tugging his gargoyle themed blanket away from Lilia's grasp and burying his head underneath it.

Lilia sighs and yanks it away from him once more, glaring at Malleus with a stern look. "Do you plan on going about the entire month sulking like this?"

"Yes. Yes I do." Malleus huffs, a puff of fire floating into the air before dissolving into ash and smoke. He turns his back to his guardian and shuts his eyes tight. "Leave."

Silence falls over the room as the two stay still. Lilia squints his eyes, slowly rolling the sleeves to his shirt up. His hair grows, draping over his shoulders and cascading down his back. Malleus turns to glance at him, eyes ripping wide open as he recognises Lilia in his true form.

"I may be old but that doesn't mean I've grown brittle." Lilia rushes forward, tackling Malleus in a vice grip. The dragon writhes in his arms but Lilia's hold doesn't falter one bit. He carries the wriggling fae out the dorm, along a path Malleus was all too familiar with.

"Now, let's go to that darling treasure of yours."

Despite Malleus' protests, the bat fae dragged the poor withered dragon all the way to your dorm.

Once they arrived, Lilia made sure to switch back to the form that you were familiar with.

Unsure of what to do with himself, Malleus stood uncomfortably behind him as the bat fae rapidly knocked on the old rickety wooden door.

There you appeared, disheveled and drowsy with Grim hanging off your shoulder. For the first time in weeks, Malleus' eyes fell upon your figure, and his heart hammered heavily in his chest. Lilia pushed him towards you. "Go on Malleus, I believe you wished to tell them something."

You looked up at him in anticipation, a bright smile on your face. With a trembling sigh, Malleus strode forward.

"I-I'm sorry." He dropped to his knees and bowed deeply, his head striking the ground hard. His shoulders were locked and tensed in a straight line, posture stiff and rigid.

"Malleus!" You gasped, rushing forward. Despite your hasty attempts to urge him to stand, he remained anchored to the ground like stone.

The dragon fae grabbed onto your ankles, his forehead pressed against your feet. "My treasure, I a-am so sorry."

"Oh Malleus, love, you're being a bit too dramatic. It's okay." You shushed him, stooping down to take him into your arms.

Almost immediately, he melts into your embrace, curling up against your chest. His head lay against your shoulder, an arm draped over his eyes. Apologies flowing out of his mouth in an uncommon display of vulnerability.

Sighing, you cast a glance at Lilia who only shrugged as if to say 'Well, he's your problem now.'

"I'll make it up to you." He whispers, throat burning after his numerous confession of guilt. You smiled, burying your face into his hair. "I know, Tsunotarou, I know."

" Though I must say…" You trailed off, and Malleus peered up at you, his eyes wide with curiosity. "That locket you had of me was really lovely."

Malleus coughed, his cheeks turning slightly red. "I hadn't intended for you to ever see it."

"Khee hee~ Ah yes, the locket." Lilia sniggered, grinning impishly. "Prefect, did you know he had a box of true gold specifically custom made for it?"

"Lilia."

"He was so protective of it, always growling if someone dared to touch what was his."

"Lilia, please."

"There was even an enchanted silk pillow! He would always place the box atop it. I'm quite sure both the box and the pillow were embedded with a protection spell.

"I beg of you, stop."

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[fashionteahouse]

Can u do one where everyone starts befriending reader one by one and everyone who’s all met her says the same thing. “She’s embry a type” and so they start trying to hook them up but every time u show up Embry had just left or the opposite and when he’s around ur not but everyone still want u to meet but little do they know you and embry have been dating since before he phased he just didn’t want u to know about him being a shifter so he never told u he wanted u out of that life. I feel like embry a type is someone so sweet cute clothes but a freaky one

cute cute okay hope you enjoy :) next part

which way - embry x reader

Two figures were basking in the afternoon day. The window was wide open, the soft breeze flow through. The conversation was light and a bit hushed.

You both lie on your bed as you lay on your side with your head resting your head up, your other hand was close to him.

He lay mirrored to your position. One elbow supported his upper body, his other hand was close to you.

You reach and wipe a small tear, flicking it elsewhere as you then ask with a smile, “And then what happened?”

Softly chuckling, he then speaks out, “We both ended up falling.” He shakes his head at the memory.

“Poor baby. I would’ve protected you had you been there.” you joke and say and earn a laugh from him.

Embry was finished telling the story how he went ice skating with his friends. One of his friends grabbed onto him while they were falling. You were entrapped in his storytelling. He did a good job of making you feel like you were in it.

“Next time, it will just be us.” Embry declares but reaches his close hand to cover yours. As he smooths out the skin of your hand, you tell reveal to him, “I would like to meet your friends.”

Embry blinks.

He started to get a bit antsy and you rub his arm, soothing him and sensing his nervousness.

“I don’t think it’s really necessary, really.” Embry says.

“Come on. You tell me stories like that and I don’t get to meet these guys?” you ask while a chuckle bubbles from your throat as your brain went back to imagining how the clumsy catastrophe he told you, would look like.

“Yeah, but…” Embry says and looks at you and shrug. You then decided to let the conversation flow into another direction.

Leaving his home, you forgot that you need some toothpaste. Looking through the different selection, you hear a woman voice.

“Your shoes are cute!”

You turn around and see a short haired woman staring back at you. A soft smile is on her face as she looks down then back at you.

“Oh. Thanks.” You say politely with your own small smile.

You then look at her.

“Your shirt is cute.” you tell her back and she smiles and says, “Thank you.”

“Where did you get it from?” you ask as you now had the toothpaste you wanted in your hand. She tells you as you both walk toward the checkout line.

“I love that place.” you comment and she nods and smiles, “We should go together.”

Your smile turns bigger.

“I would love that.”

Exchanging phone numbers, you two go on each other’s way.

You two did follow with each other’s plans. You both met up with each other that following weekend as Embry told you he had work.

You and Leah did mostly window shopping but it was nice to get to know each other better. The conversations flowed as you two bounced comedically off one another.

“I have a friend. He’s single.” Leah tells you as you both bite into a snack.

This makes you chuckle lightly, “Really? Already trying to hook me up with someone?”

Leah shrugs with a smile.

Leah comes back and entered Sam and Emily’s home. A smile on her face made people ask her, “Where did you come from?”

“Just got back from a day out. I met this girl and Embry I swear she’s your type to a T.” Leah says as she sees Embry sitting at the table.

“What do you mean my type?” Embry inquired.

“I’m telling you, you guys would look perfect together.” Leah says as she also haves a seat.

Embry shakes his head with a grin, “You are something else.”

You saw him the following day. You both shared a grin and before you both could speak, you both laugh. That’s what you both loved about each other. No words could be said and one look could make each other laugh.

“What did you do yesterday?” Embry asks as he traced his finger in your hand. He held it out as he watched. You watched as well.

“Went shopping with a friend. She tried hooking me up with someone.” you say and you playfully roll your eyes.

He laughs, “My friend tried to hook me up too.” You share a laugh with him.

“Nobody’s taking you away from me.” you say and lean forward to place a kiss on his nose.

“And nobody’s taking you away from me.” Embry declares as his lips pressed to your lips.

You thought it would a small light peck but, the strength of his body weight fluidly pushed your body back onto his soft bed.

You smile into the kiss as your body jolted with excitement. Everytime you got excited, Embry got even more excited. His hand shook as your legs were in the air as he hastily pulled your pantries off. You sit up and he’s already naked and grabs your hand as he stares you. You’re pumping him and watching him grow. A deep pit fills your stomach as hes grunting and unashamedly using his fingers to leave goosebumps on your skin. He sits up and pulls you close to him. You’re both sitting in front of each other and you scoot in to place your legs on each side of his body. The excitement alone in his eyes created noises from you. He’s sleeking himself along your wet moist center as you two grind and fall into intoxicated kisses. You loved how he held you close and pulled your hair back with one big hand, exposing your neck up to him. He always took advantage as he slammed you up and down on him. His hand was gripping all of you as you grip onto him back. You just loved spending time with him.

Sitting on the bench, you decided to just bring a comic book that Embry let you borrow to read as the day wasn’t so bad with weather.

“Where did you get that from?”

You hear a male voice and look over to see a set of eyes staring at you. You turn to see if maybe he’s talking to anybody else but you don’t have long to question because the voice speaks again as they read the cover with clear diction but it was filled with humor that made you smile a bit.

“There’s only one other person I know who reads that.” They say as they now sit on the bench.

“You don’t like it?” you ask since he gave a disbelief look while shaking his head.

“Let’s just say it caused a lot of arguments.” They say as they look off and you laugh.

He introduces himself and they ask what you think about it.

“I don’t know it’s pretty cool. The plot makes sense so and it’s not too destructive. Hopefully no one dies.” you say as you held it up slightly.

“You sound just like him.” They laugh as they point a bit.

You capture the finger with your hand and tell them it’s not funny.

“Quil, I’m not interested in your little friend. You just reminded me to head home.”

You say but he jumps up and says, “Or..” he drags out with a smirk and you just stare at him, “We could go to the comic store.” He says and you roll your eyes hard but you agree.

You enjoyed the banter between you two. It felt natural and easy and you both agreed to hang out again soon. You don’t say goodbye because he begs one more time to let him introduce you to a friend of his.

Embry knocks on Quil’s door to remind him to know it’s his turn for patrol. Quil opens it and soon they fall into the conversation of what Quil did earlier.

“The same exact comic book.” Quil says and Embry looks uninterested.

“Dude, i’ve never seen a girl with that. This girl has to be your soulmate. I’m hooking you two up.” Quil continued and Embry waved him off.

“You’re missing out.” Quil says, eyeing his friend that wouldn’t take the bait.

“I’m not missing much. Trust me.” Embry says as he closed his eyes while he laughed.

Embry was supposed to grab a bite with Jacob. You were hungry and decided to drop by to treat your hunger pain.

Jacob was midway done with his food as you walked into the food place. You eyed the menu as he overheard you order.

When you were done, you then typed to Embry that he should meet you at the same place that you’re eating at.

Jacob received the news from Embry that he had a change of plans, Jacob didn’t care. He ate already. He gets up and makes a comment to you as he throws his trash away.

“You order like someone I know.” He just says and you take a look at him.

“Is that a bad thing or a good thing?” you ask with a nervous chuckle.

He takes a pause as he takes a moment, not long, to think, “It’s a him thing.” he decides.

“Your friend has good taste.” you say with unserious humor coating your tone.

He takes a look at you before saying, “You’re his taste, actually.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I get that alot.” you say. You remember the hookups of people trying to get with you and their friend.

“Im so serious. I have to introduce you two, you both would hit it off.” he says.

“I don’t even know you. So, I definitely don’t want to get to know your friend.” you say and he introduces himself.

“Jacob, I still don’t want your friend.” you say and laugh.

“Be my friend. At least.” Jacob says. He thinks it’s easier to introduce you two.

“We have nothing in common.” you comment.

Jacob’s eyes look around the restaurant.

“Uh..Yeah, we do.”

“Good point.” you say.

Jacob walks back in the direction he came from when he sees a familiar face.

“I swear she ordered the exact same way.” Jacob says as he walked with Embry back to the place he left from.

“Oh, yeah?” Embry asks, not really listening. He was looking forward to sitting down with you.

“She was just here, I swear.” Jacob says as he looked around. Embry just clasps his shoulder, “Better luck next time.”

Jacob walks away confused and you come out of the bathroom.

“Hey, I ordered for both of us.” you say as you held him close to you as you greet him.

He placed a sweat heart kiss on your cheek as he smiled, “Thanks.”

You both sit and eat as you two talk.

“I was supposed to meet a friend but I’d rather hang with you.” Embry admits.

“Wow.” you say laughing.

Wanting to get home before the rain, you kiss him a farewell. He watched you leave until he couldn’t see your figure anymore.

With a reminder, you remember to return a package. Trying to open the big glass door, you try to hold tight of the big package as well.

The door soon opens with ease as a large hand graced the top of the door, holding it open.

“Thank you.” you say.

“Jeez what are you bringing back?” they ask and the bluntness makes you laugh.

“Something that I bought off of impulse.” you simply say and they ask a question, “What?”

“A gaming console.” you say and sigh as you look at the item you barely touched. The money

They laugh, “You remind me of someone I know.”

“Really? Well, I hope they were a good person.” you say as you wait in line.

“Yeah, he’s a pretty good guy.” they say and then take a look at you and asks for your name and introduces themselves.

“Anyways, I can definitely see you two together.” he says.

“Not interested, Paul.” you say as you look about.

“You don’t even know what the guy look like.” Paul says with a smile.

“I’m sure he’s nothing I’ve seen before.” you smoothly replied with and place the package on the counter.

Paul pressed the buttons on the controller as Embry is focused on the tv.

“I’m telling you there’s fish in the sea. Met a girl and she’s right up your alley.” Paul says.

Embry moves his character on the screen and says, “Is that so?” he boredly asks.

“Come on, don’t be like that. She was cute.” Paul says.

Embry sighs without interest, “You think every girl is cute.”

“Not true.” Paul says and with that, defeats Embry’s character.

You pushed your cart through the store as you let your eyes look for the thing that you needed. Opening the large freezer door, you reach with your fingertips to capture the cold beverage but it was too high.

You go to stand on your tippy toes until a hand plucks it from the spot before your eyes.

You smile at them and reply with, “Thanks.”

“No problem. Ugh, not you too!” they say as they look at the label.

The humor in the exclaim makes you laugh, “What? You don’t like this one?” you ask.

“It’s overrated.” They reply and you ask him, “Alright then. What’s your favorite…?” you ask and he fills in the blank.

“Jared. And I like…this one.” he replies and picks up his claim.

You both walk out of the store as you held your bag in one hand. You press your drink to Jared’s bottle and he says, “Cheers.” You both take a sip.

“You said you too. Who’s the other person who likes this.” you ask.

“Just a friend of mine…You both act similar, that’s so funny.” he says.

“Really?” you say. He nods.

“I have to get you guys to meet someday.” he says. You pay this no mind.

You finally meet up with Embry as he takes the half drunken bottle from your fingers. He greets you with a kiss and then looks at the flavored beverage.

“Can I have the rest of this?” he asks you.

“Of course.” you reply and grab his hand as he downs the drink.

You watch the two figures figure out the game. The wind blew softly and coldly, but it still felt good. Sitting on the rock, you were waiting for Embry.

The ball flew over to you and luckily you were paying attention, you catch it.

“Sorry! Nice catch!” The voice says. You smile and tell them thanks.

“Come on, play with me.” they say with a smile .

“I don’t play with strangers.” you say. They tell you their name.

“Seth, you’re not beating me.” you tell him with a wicked smile as you get up to join his game.

“I did beat someone older than me before. You should meet him.” he says.

“Ha. Ha.” you say dryly.

Seth laughs, “Yeah, you two would get along great.”

The game was very friendly with a touch of competitiveness.

“Don’t be a sore loser.” you say while smiling.

“Oh, hush.” Seth says in a playful tone, before glancing at his phone.

“Shoot, gotta go. You come here to this beach a lot?” he asks you. You nod.

“Later!” he says and jets off. His mother wants him home for dinner.

Embry brushed up the broken light bulb glass. He throws the debris and the rest of it into the trash can.

“I’ll be back. I’ll just grab one from the hardware store.” you tell him.

“Alright.” he replies.

Your eyes search for them, but you don’t see them. You then take your eyes to look for a cashier or a store worker.

A tall man is in your view and you decide to ask him since he was looking at something complicated.

“Hi, do you know where they keep the lightbulbs? I don’t see any workers around.” you say.

“They’re all chatting in the back.” he says with a chuckle and you join in, “They’re right over there.” he directs and you thank him.

You both check out at the same time.

“What is that for?” you ask him of his item he bought.

“It’s for a furnace.” he answers back.

“Nice. And here I’m replacing a broken light bulb.” you say and he chuckles.

“I remember when I had one.” he says as he remembers.

“Oh, yeah? What happened?” you ask as you both join the counter.

He tells you the story of his friend who swung his long arms too hard while dancing and it shattered at his feet. You both share laughs.

“Do you have parties often?” you ask as you both walk out.

“They’re not parties, really. Just get togethers. You should come. I can introduce you to someone you would like.” he says.

“I could use some friends.” you say with a smile. You emphasize the word friends. You were interested in getting to know someone when Embry was the one who made you the most happiest person in world.

[nvuy]

Boothill is a “your pleasure is my pleasure” kind of guy do u agree 🎤

mdni. im snatching the mic. i got carried away ty anon for giving me an excuse to ramble about this loser.

he takes pleasing you very seriously. this is serious business. it’s like his day job.

he’s half-convinced he was given a second life just to cross paths with you, so once he’s got you, he’s not letting you go. not for a while, at least. he’s stuck to your hip like glue. wherever you go, he’s most likely right next to you.

he’s always making sure you’re catered to first.

it’s the same in bed.

he’s extremely touch starved, so while he’s got his hand between your legs, he’s also busied himself nuzzling his cheek to yours to feel you helplessly panting against his skin. or, his ear is resting against your heart. whatever works for him in the moment.

he’s absolutely smitten with how warm you get. he’s always, always, pressing himself against you one way or another. just touch all over his face, please and thank you.

he’s all for kisses too. sometimes, when he’s having a bit too much fun, he’ll get all mushy and gross. not that he already isn’t, but it somehow gets worse.

he’ll bite too. not enough to make you bleed, but enough to leave an angry mark for the next few days.

actually, he just nips you all the time. it’s a weird thing he does. don’t point fingers in his face. he’ll try eating them. he’s very strange in that way. sometimes you can be gesturing at nothing while you talk, and if your fingers get too close to his face, he’s trying to nip at them like a teething puppy. you got used to it.

great tongue too. bonus points because it’s actually real. he works his magic with it, but only after you beg enough. you gotta work to get your hands on the merchandise. his mechanics are expensive, so play nice.

if we’re getting into unserious business, the robocock is great fun. it’s got smooth ridges and it’s cold. probably customisable, too. it’s definitely possible, but whether he’s gonna wander up to some poor mechanic and ask them to add some special features… well.

either way, your pleasure is always his priority. his hobbies consist of biting every single exposed expanse of your skin and exploring new ways to make you squirm.

it’s bad enough you having to deal with this lump of steel and scrap—frankly, he doesn’t even understand what’s so appealing about it—but if you enjoy bouncing on his lap, go ahead. do it all night for all he cares. as long as you have that pretty dizzy smile on your face by the end of it all. it makes him melt into a puddle of liquid metal knowing how good he makes you feel.

he’s also VERY susceptible to puppy eyes. they’re your greatest asset, and his biggest weakness.

you figured that out after you pleaded with him to put on these clothes you bought him (and, yep. these clothes have just as many cut outs as his usual attire). you can also use them if you want to do his hair. please convince him to wear it in a high ponytail more. he has such a nice face, and it also stops his neck from overheating. those poor fans need a vacation.

it takes some convincing, especially when you show him the hair tie is actually a red sparkly ribbon. you’re going to ruin his tough guy persona. but he’ll drop anything for you, so he’ll comply. on the condition that you give him smooches afterwards. it’s also an excuse for him to indulge in how your fingers feel against his scalp.

puppy eyes, crying, begging, whatever, usually get people he’s apprehended nowhere. he doesn’t care for theatrics. not at all. a criminal is a criminal at the end of the day.

but you? aww, how can he say no to your angel eyes? wanna fuck his face? you didn’t even have to ask! just watch the teeth. and feel free to pull his hair. wanna ride him until he short circuits? sure! if you can keep up. he’s all yours.

and when you’re done, his aftercare consists of coddling and pinching your cheeks. he’ll prattle on about nothing. the subject will change to gushing over how pretty you look in his bed, to the weather tomorrow, to how he misses the taste of spaghetti. he’ll even kiss all over the marks he’s left on you. probably kicks his feet too.

he’s still so energetic it’s mind-baffling. he’s so casual about it too, acting as if he didn’t beg for you to cum on his face just ten minutes ago.

but that’s robot stamina for you. or maybe it’s just a boothill thing. who knows?

after a while he’ll calm down. i still haven't decided if he can sleep, but once you’ve fallen asleep, he’ll lay next to you and draw patterns on the nape of your neck with his fingers.

[urmum-lovesme]

Angel Baby - Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader P6

pairing: Best Friend!Rafe Cameron x Kook!Best-Friend!reader

summary: Rafe and Reader have known each other since kindergarten, always side by side, the king and princess of Figure 8. So why now does he start feeling different towards her, when all she's ever been is his best friend?

an: Hey ya'll. Sorry for the delay, I've been busy but this is super duper long (litch 10k). I decided to introduce someone new in this chpt, cause he's going to be c-r-u-c-i-a-l in the story later on guys. We get protective!Rafe and jealous!Rafe as well ig cause my man got a little competition. Poor y/n and her mom, I just wanna give her a hug. AND A REVELATION OMG I FORGOT HAHAHA RAFE GETS HIS ACT TOGETHER SORTA AND HAS AN EPIPHANY. Thank you so much for all the love this series has received I love you all so much.

warnings: dismissive mother, mention of sex, drug usage, smoking, alcohol, driving under the influence, feelings (so terrifying)

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The morning air was humid as Y/N’s trainer clad feet moved through the kitchen, putting her plates away from breakfast. The boys had insisted they all go golfing, so here she was getting ready to get picked up. Just as she was about to walk out the front door, she felt a familiar, cool hand on her arm.

“Y/N.”

She froze, sighing internally before turning to face her mother, who stood in the doorway, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Her mother’s gaze immediately dropped to her skirt, a disapproving frown forming on her face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?” 

Although her voice was steady, there was an edge to it. The unspoken criticism was clear in her tone. Y/N looked down at the white skirt, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. It wasn’t that short, but her mother always seemed to find something wrong with whatever she wore. It didn’t help that their relationship had been strained for months now, she’d realised that the older she got her and her mother seemed to drift further apart. Everything she did felt like a disappointment to her, and this was just one more thing to add to the list.

“It’s just golf, Mom,” 

Y/N replied, trying to keep her tone light, but her irritation was starting to bubble up. Her mother’s eyes remained cold, assessing her daughter's appearance. “It’s... short.” The judgment was clear in her voice. 

“You’re not going out like that.”

Y/N could feel the tension tightening in her chest, but she held her ground, “It’s not like I’m going clubbing, Mom. It’s just the guys.”

Her mother’s gaze hardened, and she took a step closer, lowering her voice. “You’re not a little girl anymore, Y/N, and I can’t keep covering for your mistakes.” She swallowed at her mothers words, mouth going dry. 

“The gala tonight, you’ll be wearing something appropriate for that?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted. She’d completely forgotten about the gala, both her parents planning the event weeks in advance. She knew her attendance was non-negotiable, and it was always about looking perfect, being perfect. It felt suffocating.

“I know,” Y/N said, her voice quieter now, but still tinged with a hint of frustration. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to appease her mother or convince herself. Her mother didn’t seem satisfied with the answer, though,

 “I expect you to be on time and present yourself well tonight, Y/N.” The girl shook her head silently as she looked down from the floor to the woman.

 "Don’t embarrass me.” 

There was no warmth in her words, no affection—just an icy expectation. Y/N clenched her jaw, forcing a smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ll be there.”

Her mother nodded once, but her gaze lingered for a moment, before she turned back toward the kitchen. Y/N stood there for a moment, feeling the weight of her mother’s eyes still pressing on her. Then, she shook it off, pushing the nagging feeling in her stomach aside as she shut the door behind her.

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Rafe stood in the driveway, staring off into the distance, lost in his thoughts. The previous weekend had been a mess in his mind. He had felt guilty about how close he had gotten to Y/N, but he was also frustrated because it was all he could think about, the image of her on her knees lingering in his mind. She was his best friend, and yet, there was something different now, something he couldn't ignore. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, making his head snap up. He watched as she stepped out of the house, her presence pulling him in like a magnet. Y/N pranced down the steps and walked up to the car, her steps light. She refused to acknowledge the awkwardness from the moment she had shared with Rafe last time, 

That was just Rafe being Rafe

"Morning."

Rafe’s eyes couldn’t help but wander over her, his gaze lingering on the white skirt she wore and the bare skin of her legs beneath it. His stomach dropped slightly, and he quickly realized where his thoughts were heading. He snapped his eyes up to her face, trying to act normal,

“Morning.”

Y/N smirked, trying to lighten the mood, and asked, 

“Ready to go, um… hit some balls?” 

Her attempt at humor fell flat, but Rafe couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him, a smirk tugging at his lips at her poor attempt at a joke.

“Not the best wording there, Y/N.”

"Whatever," she sing-songed, clearly unbothered as she slipped into the car. Rafe shook his head with a grin before getting into the driver’s seat, trying his best to push down the odd mix of feelings that swirled in his chest. 

The scenery outside the car window blurred as Rafe drove toward the country club. Topper and Kelce had told them they'd meet them there, so it was just the two of them for now. The drive was silent- at least for Rafe. He tried to focus on the road ahead, but his eyes kept drifting over to her. She sat in the passenger seat, her legs on display, her smooth skin practically taunting him with every curve. He shifted in his seat, uncomfortable, but couldn't seem to stop himself.

“So… how’s your week been?” Y/N asked, her voice breaking the silence. She rested her head against the headrest, gazing lazily out the window, but there was an unreadable expression on her face. His eyes quickly moved up to meet hers. Their eyes locked, his tongue coming out to wet his lips.

“Yeah, good... not bad.”

“Mmhmm.” 

Should I..? 

Y/N turned her head toward him, her eyes curious. “How’s your…?” She hesitated, unsure if he'd want to talk about it, she decided to ask anyway,

“How’s your counselling going?”

Her question caught him off guard. Nobody had brought up his sessions, nobody but her knew about them, so a small part of him was pleasantly surprised that she had asked. He had expected to talk about anything but that today, yet hearing her ask made something shift in him- something softer, more vulnerable. He didn’t know whether to lie or tell the truth but in the end, he figured there was no point in hiding it from her. She was the one who had recommended the counselor to him in the first place, after all he trusted her more than anyone.

“It’s alright, I guess…”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s nice to talk to someone who’s not gonna judge me for once.” A soft smile tugged at her lips, her eyes bright with something like relief. “You’re doing better, Rafe,” she said, her voice gentle but full of sincerity. “I’ve noticed... .”

She’s noticed? 

His eyes lingered on her for a moment, the smile on her face making him feel both grateful and undeserving. She saw the change in him, it was all he could do to not let the feeling of guilt swallow him whole. Here she was looking out for him, and he’d ended up lusting over her like a desperate animal.

“Yeah... I guess I am…” he muttered, his voice low, almost too quiet for her to hear. He didn't want to look at her now, not when the weight of everything was making him feel guilty. 

You need to get it together.

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The club was relatively quiet as they walked onto the golf grounds. Y/N followed closely behind Rafe, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings while he led the way, his gear slung casually over his shoulder As they moved closer to the course, the sounds of the game became apparent- the sharp thwack of clubs striking golf balls, the low hum of conversation from a few scattered players. Every now and then, his hand brushed against hers as they walked side by side. Each fleeting touch sent a shiver through him that he couldn’t shake, a small jolt of electricity that shot up his arm. He fought the impulse to lace their fingers together, to pull her hand into his and savor the sensation of her skin against his. But he didn’t, couldn’t, because the idea of crossing that line between friendship and something more was terrifying. 

Still, the desire was there, undeniable and persistent.

“Hey, I think they’re over there…” 

Y/N spoke up, her voice drawing his attention. She squinted at a pair of figures in the distance before raising her brows slightly. “Wait... there’s someone else with them.” Rafe followed her gaze, his brow furrowing. Sure enough, Topper and Kelce were standing on the course, but there was another guy with them, Rafe didn’t recognize him.

“Who’s that?” he muttered, eyes narrowing as he studied the unfamiliar figure. Y/N shrugged, her curiosity piqued. “I don’t know. Let’s find out.” She started walking toward them, not bothering to wait for him. the boy rolled his eyes at her before he fell into step beside her, his eyes lingering on the unknown guy as they walked. As they neared, Kelce and Topper spotted them and waved in greeting, their faces lighting up as the two approached.

“Hey, guys!” 

Y/N called out with a bright smile, her voice warm and easy as always, Kelce gave a playful grin,

“Nice of you to finally show up,”

He teased, strolling over to the girl his eyes flickered between her and Rafe, but he didn’t catch the subtle tension hanging in the air. Y/N shrugged casually, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

“S’my fault actually,” she said, her gaze briefly flicking to Rafe before she continued. “Wasn’t sure if I wanted to go full glam today.” Kelce stared at her, eyebrows raised. 

“Full glam? For golf?”

Y/N nodded seriously, not missing a beat. “Priorities.”

Kelce snorted in disbelief. “Right, because those extra few inches of eyeliner are gonna help you sink a hole in one.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, “you wouldn’t understand. It’s an art form.” Kelce chuckled at the girl raising his hands in surrender,

“Whatever you say, Pickaxe-o. ”

"It's Picasso dumbass."

Rafe’s eyes drifted to the unfamiliar guy again. Kelce noticed the subtle shift in Rafe’s gaze and raised a brow, clearly sensing the unspoken question. Her eyes rolled at him before they were drawn back to the boy standing slightly behind the two. His brown hair, soft and tousled in gentle curls, fell just the right way, framing his striking features: a strong jawline that gave his face a defined, almost sculptural edge, paired with dark eyebrows that framed his sharp, green eyes - there was something magnetic about them. She smiled at him, tilting her head slightly.

“I don’t think we’ve met…”

The boy looked over at Y/N, a smirk creeping onto his face at the question. “Nope, guess we haven’t,” he said, his voice smooth. He held his hand out between them. 

“I’m Cooper.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she processed his name, a small laugh escaping her. “Oh, you’re Cooper!” she said, realizing who he was. She remembered the conversation she’d had with the boys on her yacht a while back, the new Kook who’d moved from New York. She reached her hand out to him, her smile warm. 

“Nice to finally meet you, I’m Y/N.”

Cooper took her hand, shaking it slowly, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Nice to meet you too, Y/N…” 

He paused for a moment, his eyes flicking down to glance over her body for a split second before bringing them back to her face, the smirk still firmly in place.

“The boys have told me a lot about you.”

“All bad, I hope,” Y/N joked, watching as he pulled his hand away, folding his arms.

Well rumours true… he’s kinda hot

Cooper chuckled at her comment, “Oh yeah, absolutely,” he replied, sarcasm lacing his words as he smirked at her, he was clearly amused by the girl. Y/N let out a humoured breath at his words, yet just as she was about to say something more, she heard Rafe clear his throat behind her. She turned slightly, suddenly remembering he hadn’t met the boy yet.

It’s not that he wanted to dampen the mood but Rafe wasn’t necessarily enjoying watching the interaction between the girl and Cooper, but he couldn’t exactly put his finger on why. It felt weird watching his girl- his best friend- flirt with another guy in front of him, it was different when she was with girls, that’d never bothered him, he actually found it pretty entertaining. Maybe it was the way she was laughing so easily at whatever Cooper was saying, the way her eyes sparkled with amusement. She was his… she was his friend, and another guys attention on her was… weird to get used to.

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After their brief introduction, the five of them had taken the golf carts and driven a little further out on the course. Now parked up, Y/N sat in one of the carts, watching the boys in front of her as they discussed their swings. 

Swings? 

Was that it? She wasn’t really sure. She didn’t know much about golf- if she was being honest, she wasn’t really that interested in it. She’d just wanted to get out of the house for a while. 

Rafe stood off to the side, quietly observing the trio as they debated different techniques, only half-listening. His attention kept flicking over to Y/N, who sat in the cart, looking bored. He couldn’t help but smile at the expression on her face, the girl looked like she was about to fall asleep. 

"You got a little staring problem there, bud," she teased, raising an eyebrow at him. Rafe’s head snapped toward her, his eyes wide for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights. He quickly masked his surprise, but the slight flush creeping up his neck was enough to betray him. Rafe raised his own eyebrow, 

“You’re one to talk Princess. I noticed you checking him out.”

Y/N’s cheeks flushed just a bit as Rafe looked over to the brown haired boy who’s just swung his club through the air. She scoffed, rolling her eyes. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Rafe chuckled softly, clearly enjoying her reaction. He was pleased that he’d gotten under her skin a little. He started walking over to her, standing just by the side of her golf cart and looking down at her.

“You sure about that? You were staring at him pretty damn intently…”

Y/N shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but her eyes flickered away as she bit down on her bottom lip to hide the smile that was threatening to break through.

He does have nice arms

Even though she wasn’t interested in golf, she had to admit she appreciated the view- every time Cooper raised his arms to swing, his muscles flexed, and it was hard not to notice. 

Rafe’s gaze immediately shifted to her bottom lip as she bit down on it, she was trying so hard to hide her smile, trying to pretend she wasn’t checking out the guy right in front of him. But Rafe could see right through her, eyes having lingered on Cooper’s toned arms more than once. He wasn’t used to this feeling- this tiny twinge of jealousy that stirred in his chest.

“Well, you know…” Y/N said, her eyes drifting over to Cooper, who had just raised his hand to messily push his hair out of his eyes. 

“I still think he’s a good addition to the group.”

He didn’t like the idea of her admiring Cooper like that. There was something unsettling about seeing her stare at the boy with that little spark in her eyes, like she was genuinely interested, maybe even impressed. And the more he thought about it, the more it irritated him. He tried to push the feeling aside, telling himself he was overreacting, but it lingered in the pit of his stomach, growing like a knot that wouldn’t untangle. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, then spoke to her with a sarcasm lacing his tone. 

“Yeah, I’m sure he’s grea-”

"Hey, Y/N!" Cooper called out from where he stood, casually holding his golf club.

"Why don’t you have a go?"

Rafe’s head whipped around at the sound of the boy’s voice, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the two of them. A small part of him actually wanted Y/N to turn him down, to stay in the cart with him, where it felt more comfortable, more familiar. The idea of watching her swing a golf club- of watching Cooper teach her- was making him anxious in a way he couldn’t quite explain.

Say no.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, glancing at Cooper with a playful smile. "I don’t know how…" she shrugged, as if it were no big deal. Cooper’s smile deepened, and he moved closer to her, leaning in with a teasing look. 

"I can teach you, come on," he said, his voice smooth as he looked down at her from where she still sat in the cart. He reached down and held his hand out toward her, the offer clear.

Say no.

Rafe’s lips pursed. He could feel his muscles tense as he watched Y/N look up at Cooper and, with a bright smile, take his hand. Her fingers curled around his, and she stood up, her smile still in place as she glanced back at Rafe. 

Did she just fucking wink at me?

The way she casually took his hand and walked toward him, left a bitter taste in Rafe’s mouth. He felt an irrational pang in his chest, something heavy that made his stomach churn. Why did it bother him so much? It wasn’t like she owed him anything. She was allowed to have fun, to enjoy herself, to hang out with whoever she wanted. But the sight of Cooper walking with her, the casual way she interacted with him, the ease between them made Rafe feel like an outsider in his own skin.

“So what do I do?" Y/N asked, clasping her hands in front of her, her eyes curious but with a touch of uncertainty.

Cooper chuckled softly, a sound that sent a small thrill through her. He moved behind her, positioning himself so closely that she could feel the heat of his body radiating against her back. His arms reached around her, guiding her hands to the club.

"First, I need to make sure you’ve got the right stance," he murmured, his voice low. The warmth of his breath against her neck made her shiver slightly. It was subtle, but enough for Cooper to notice, a small thrill flickering in his eyes as he adjusted his hold on the club, Y/N couldn’t help the way her pulse quickened. 

Well, this was going better than I expected

He chuckled again, clearly enjoying the way her breathing hitched as his chest came even closer to her back. His arms were still wrapped around her, the contact making it hard to focus on anything else. "Good," he said, his voice lowering even further.

 "Now, all you have to do is take a swing but keep your eye on the ball."

"What if I miss?" 

Y/N asked, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She could feel his hand still guiding hers on the club, his fingers brushing hers lightly. The contact was enough to make her palm grow slightly sweaty. Cooper smiled at her over her shoulder, his eyes flicking down to catch a glimpse of her face, noting the nervousness there. It was a sweet reaction, he found himself oddly drawn to it.

Rafe watched them from the cart, teeth grinding against each other, can which was in his hand now crumpled.

"It’s alright if you miss," he reassured her, his voice calm and steady. "I’ll teach you to get better." He paused for a moment, his smirk growing as he leaned in a little closer. 

"Don’t be nervous. You’ll get it on your first try, swear."

Y/N couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped her lips, her smile tugging at the corners, 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah, I promise." Cooper’s voice spoke out gently. His words seemed to settle in the space between them, his breath warm against her skin, she shivered

"Now try" 

The command sent a rush of energy through her, his arms remained around her, his chest pressing lightly against her back as he guided her into position. She raised her hands, taking in a breath as she swung the club down toward the ball, the motion felt almost automatic now, as if his presence had guided her every move. The sharp crack of the club meeting the ball rang through the air, and for a split second, she held her breath.

Then the ball rolled forward in a straight line, across the course, a perfect shot.

"See?" 

His words sent a thrill through her. His chest brushed against her back again, his presence overwhelming as he spoke softly, 

"Told you, you could do it."

Y/N let out a little cheer as she took a step forward, her eyes fixed on the small ball that had soared across the grass. She couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. She turned to face Cooper, folding her arms across her chest with a playful smile.

"Pretty sure that’s cause you did most of that," she teased, a laugh escaping her lips. Cooper chuckled, clearly unfazed by her teasing, he crossed his arms in a similar fashion, his gaze fixed on her with a confident, amused smirk. 

"Alright, maybe I did do most of it," he admitted, the smirk never leaving his lips.

"But I still know you would’ve done a great job without me." 

He paused for a beat, his eyes locking onto hers he added, 

"And plus, I like helping pretty girls."

Y/N raised an eyebrow, an amused smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Is that so?" she replied, her voice light but with a challenge in her tone. The way he looked at her, so unbothered and confident, made her feel just a little bit flustered, though she’d never admit it.

It was hard to talk to Topper and Kelce about anything serious, Rafe was an exception sometimes, especially relationships. They were more about casual hookups- never about anything deeper, never about feelings; and now the idea of someone coming to the OBX, someone who didn’t know her as just the ‘Kook Princess,’ appealed to her more than she wanted to admit. Cooper watched her, his eyes catching the small smile that played at her lips. He couldn’t deny that he was drawn to her, something about the way she carried herself intrigued him.

“So have you been here your whole life?”

She cleared her throat as she shook her head at him a smile pulling at her lips,

“Yeah pretty much. Born and bread.” She joked as she looked over to the other guys.

“We’ve known each other for years, right Rafey?”

Rafe had been watching the whole scene play out between y/n and Cooper, his hands clenching into fists inside his pockets as he watched the guy get so close to her, putting his hands all over her as he helped her swing a damn golf club. At the sound of his name, he snapped out of his thoughts, bringing his head up to look over at the girl.

“Yeah, since we were kids.” She watched as the boy took a step closer to them, his presence lingering behind her.

“Yeah, since kindergarten,” she smiled towards Cooper, who suddenly seemed interested in their friendship. Cooper nodded his head as he listened to them speak, curiosity filling his tone as he spoke up.

“Since kindergarten? That’s a damn long time huh.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed out. She suddenly felt Rafe's hand rest on her hip, his arm circling around her back. Her head turned to look at him in surprise at his sudden closeness.

okay?

Rafe’s hand gripped her hip as he stood behind her, his eyes watching as Cooper’s own gaze flicked down to the hand on her hip. Rafe moved forward to speak, and as he did, his chest pressed against her back, an obvious display of possessiveness.

“Yeah man, we’ve been best friends for years.”

She was surprised by the boy’s forwardness.

“Uh, yeah...” she mumbled out, looking at Cooper. He seemed to be amused by the boy's outburst of possessiveness.

“So your families are close?” Cooper questioned as he leaned against the golf cart behind them.

Rafe moved his hand from her hip down to her lower back instead, resting it just above her skirt. He knew what he was doing, the gesture obvious to everyone there.

“Yeah, our families have always been together- as long as I can remember.”

“Our fathers work together,” y/n added. He could sense the slight shudder that went through her body as his hand touched her lower back just above the hem of the material, his hand remaining on her lower back, his fingers occasionally brushing over the exposed skin there.

“Mhm, they run a successful business together.”

“Cameron Developments?” Cooper spoke up, looking at Rafe and starting to realize the type of authority he had on the island. It wouldn’t be a bad idea to join their clique.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Pride evident in his tone. He knew exactly how rich his family was, how much power his family name held on the island. He let the silence linger between the three of them before he spoke again.

“What about your family?”

“Law,” Cooper said. “We’ve come down from NY. My father owns a law firm back home. At the moment, he’s working with Topper’s family, actually,” he spoke out, gesturing to the boy who was still swinging at the golf balls with Kelce. 

“Extending the branches.”

“Law firm hm” Rafe responded, shaking his head slowly. Y/n watched the boy in front of her as he spoke about his family, law wasn’t an easy thing to get into. But of all places why did they come down to the OBX? 

That’s odd

“Why have you come down to the OBX?” she questioned curiously.

Cooper shrugged his shoulders slightly as he leaned back against the golf cart, a relaxed expression on his face.

“It was my dad’s decision, said he wanted to move to a smaller place, with fewer people for a while. Wanted to get out the city for a bit.”

“Right,” she nodded her head with a smile in his direction.

“Well, there’s always a space for you with us,” she said. She knew she probably should’ve double-checked with all the guys that they definitely agreed on the decision, but she didn’t care at the moment. She needed someone new. Cooper smiled back at her again, a small smirk forming on his face.

“Yeah? Is that an invitation?”

He spoke in a teasing tone, his eyes shifting from her to Rafe, and the small sign of possessiveness he showed with his hand still on her hip. “Definitely,” she spoke out. She added on waiting for the boy’s response,

“Right, Rafe?” 

Rafe’s gaze flicked down to her hip where his hand still sat, his grip tightening again for a minute before he let his eyes return to her face. The small gesture of ownership went unnoticed by her, but Cooper definitely caught on. He could see that there was something going on between them.

“Yeah, of course…”

He said reluctantly.

The two boys looked at each other, a moment of silence passing. y/n cleared her throat as she took a step away from Rafe, feeling flushed by his proximity and the sudden tension between the two guys. 

What’s he playing at?

 She stepped towards the golf cart, bending over the seat slightly to reach the cooler on the floor and pull out a White Claw can. Rafe clenched his jaw slightly as she stepped away from him, putting a small bit of distance between them. His eyes fell to her as she leant over the seat of the golf cart to reach the cooler, the sight of her in that position making him bite down on his bottom lip as her skirt hiked slightly up her thighs. Cooper's eyes followed the girl, his gaze dropping down slightly as she leaned over the seat. Rafe noticed the boy’s eyes as they followed her, his body tensing slightly, the possessive feeling within him reaching out again.

He took a step forward, closer towards her, angling his body to be almost looming over her, blocking the y/n out of the boy's eye-line as she bent down to reach the cooler. She stood up straight, fiddling with the can, trying to open it. Her freshly manicured nails causing her a struggle. 

If I chip these I swear

She let out a huff of irritation. Rafe chuckled quietly as he watched her struggle with the can and he couldn’t help himself as the words slipped out,

“You want some help, Princess?”

“Mmhmm,” she responded, holding out the can for him. He hummed softly again as he took the can from her, brushing against her fingers as he did so, before easily popping the tab. His eyes watched her again as she turned back around to face him, the can held out for her to take back.

“Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip, the cool liquid running down her throat, a little dribble slipping past her lips and down her chin. His gaze fell to the small dribble of liquid running down her chin, the action making a smirk form on his face. He moved a step closer, bringing his hand up to gently catch the little bit of liquid with his thumb.

“Careful Princess, making a mess.”

She let out a hum at his words, his touch on her chin making her shiver slightly. They were brought out of their moment by the voice of the boy close by.

“I’ve got a free house tonight, you guys should come round,” Cooper spoke out, with Topper and Kelce turning to listen.

“Sure thing, man,” Topper spoke up, clapping the boy on the back. Kelce nodded along,

“For sure.”

Rafe raised his head from looking at y/n and turned towards Cooper, his eyes on the other boy as he spoke. He glanced back at y/n, who was still standing right next to him, her eyes on him as she took a small sip from the can in her hand.

“Yeah, sounds good,” he said in response to Cooper, his eyes briefly flicking back down to y/n. She remained silent for a moment. Her parents had planned the  gala for some family friends tonight.

Well, they do business together, so are they friends or just coworkers? 

But she didn’t want to say she couldn’t come... to be honest, she wanted to be there. Rafe caught the small hesitation from her in answering, sensing that there was something else going on, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. He watched on silently as a few moments passed before she spoke up.

“I don’t know if I can make it,” 

She spoke out, coming up to push her hair out of her face. “I have an event I need to be at tonight,” she rolled her eyes as she spoke, remembering the fuss her mother had made in the morning… His mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that she had plans with someone else.

You’re pretty toxic you know

 He hated the thought of her with a different man, maybe in some fancy dress, having to act the perfect little princess for some people she didn’t even enjoy being around.

“That’s calm,” said Cooper. “Another time?”

She shook her head. “Yeah, definitely. You guys have fun though.”

“What kind of event is it?” Rafe asked her quietly, his eyes fixed on her as he spoke. She looked up before sighing out, 

“Some stupid gala my parents are hosting. I’ll be stuck with my mom on my ass all night.”

He let out a small scoff of laughter.

“Yeah, I can imagine”

She shook her head as a smile tugged on her lips, “And my dress is so ugly,” she said out a laugh passing her lips. “My mom picked it out ‘cause apparently everything I wear is ‘too revealing and makes you look like a slut.’ ”

She lifted her fingers into little quotations as she spoke. He knew the girl had a rough relationship with her mother but she never opened up to him about it, more focused on comforting him after his dad makes another comment about his ‘disappointment of a son’.

“That bad, huh?”

“Sooooo bad,” she replied, sitting down into the golf cart behind her, a wide smile on her face in amusement. “I’m gonna look like I practice celibacy.”

Laughter escaped his lips at her statement, his eyes following her as she sat down. He took a few steps closer to the golf cart, standing right in front of her as he smiled down at her.

“You? Celibacy? That I really don’t buy.”

She shoved his shoulder back with a scoff, a smile still on her face. “Asshole.” The small shove of her hand against his shoulder barely even moved him, and it only made his smile grow, he spoke up again, his voice more teasing than before.

“What? I think we both know it’s true.”

“Whatever, you man-whore.”

She crossed her arms as she spoke out teasingly to him. His eyes widened slightly at her words, letting out a surprised laugh, a small smirk forming across his face, more teasing than before. His hands raised up in mock surrender,

“Hey! I thought you said I was your angel baby?”

“You’re so stupid.” She giggled at his comment, remembering the song she’d dedicated to him when she was dancing up on the table. He remembered it too, his eyes flashing with memory as he thought back to the night on the table. He couldn’t help the small grin that pulled at his lips, the memory still etched in his brain, 

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She sat at the table by herself, most people standing around in groups. The suffocating dress caused her discomfort, making her want to rip it off as all the adults around her talked about their businesses’ success and developments. She was probably one of the youngest there, and she didn’t even know why she needed to be there. She wasn’t talking or listening to anyone. She pulled her phone out of her clutch, holding it on her lap as she opened the messages. She knew Rafe, Topper, and Kelce were all at Cooper's house, and she couldn’t help but feel resentment at the fact that she wasn’t there. She tapped on Rafe's contact, her fingers hovering on the keyboard, wondering if she should text him. Would he even answer, or was he too busy with the guys to check his phone? She decided against her negative thoughts and typed out the message quickly, sending it before she could second-guess herself.

Princess :  Hey

She switched her phone off with a sigh, staring across the room at the groups of adults, feeling more isolated by the second. She had about three more hours at the gala, if she was lucky. The thought of being stuck here without anyone to talk to made her want to scream. 

Rafe sat back on the couch between Kelce and Topper, a beer in his hand as they passed a blunt between each other. The room was filled with the haze of smoke. They were all having a good time, Rafe enjoying the buzz of the alcohol in his system. His phone suddenly vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out, his eyes immediately widening when he saw the name on the screen. He felt a mixture of surprise at her message, but also the small twinge of excitement lingered. He hadn’t heard from her all night, and now, there she was. He read the single word, letting it settle in his mind. He took another sip of his beer as he tapped out a quick reply, his thumb moving swiftly over the keyboard.

Rafey  :  what’s good

Her phone buzzed and she lifted it up to see what the boy had written.

Princess  :  Stuck at this suck ass gala 

He read her reply and felt bad for the girl, hearing that she was stuck at some fancy event, in some shitty dress, having to play pretend for her parents and a bunch of stuffy rich assholes.

Princess  :  And they’ve cut me off from the bar 

A small huff of laughter escaped him as he read her next message, picturing her there rolling her eyes, probably surrounded by a bunch of old people who all wanted to talk to her about her future.

Rafey  :  Damn. 

Rafey  :  I’m sure I’m having just as good a time as you

Princess  :  wyd? 

He took a quick look around the room, noticing Kelce and Topper both watching the TV on the wall with intent attention, and Cooper sitting in the armchair in the corner, mindlessly staring at the ceiling.

Rafey  :  TV and drinking beer.

Rafey  :  Nothing interesting

Princess  :   You smoking???

She typed out, curiosity gnawing at her. A small smirk grew on his face when he read her question, he glanced over at Topper and Kelce, the both of them exhaling a cloud of smoke from their lungs, before looking back at his phone and replying.

Rafey  :  Yeah why

Princess  :  Without me :( 

She typed back as a small smile pulled at her lip. He could almost hear her voice, soft and playful. He quickly typed back, his fingers moving with a mix of affection and teasing. 

Rafey  :  wish you were here princess

Her chest tightened at his message. 

Princess  :  Me too 

Princess  :  What’s Cooper's house like

The thought of her wanting to be there with them, made his heart thump heavy in his chest. He took a second to picture her here, and it nearly made him want to start the car and head towards her. He took another slow sip of his beer as he started typing out a response,

Rafey  :  pretty big

Princess  :  So he full kook then huh 

He let out a huff of laughter as he read her words, because yes, the boy was definitely a fully fledged kook. His fingers moved quick when he typed out his response, curious to know how she would react to his words

Rafey  : and you know what’s even better 

Princess  : what

Rafey  :  hot tub is fucking massive 

Princes  :  He’s got you in his hot tub already huh

She typed out jokingly as she had to stifle a giggle to herself. A smirk curled his lips at her little tease, as he thought about how he’d much prefer her to be in that hot tub with her. He took a second to look around the room, noticing that no one was paying attention to him still before replying back.

Rafey  :  haha very funny

Rafey  :  no, I’m on the couch

Princess  :  everyone else

Rafey  :  Kelc is on the floor, pretty sure he’s in a coma. 

Rafey  :  Tops basically asleep on the couch

Rafey  :   so I’m on my own here princess

Princess  :  Cooper

Rafey  :  I think he’s high on something stronger

She messaged, she bit her bottom lip gently now slightly nervous. She was praying he’d say no, he’d been working so hard on himself

Princess  :  Have you taken anything else?

He looked down at her question, feeling a slight twinge of guilt now. He hadn’t been thinking and had made it sound like he’d taken something stronger than just weed. He hadn’t touched anything else in months. He quickly typed up his response.

Rafey  :  Just weed.

Rafey  :   That’s all I’m taking.

Rafey  :   promise

Princess :  mkay 

Y/n let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in as she typed out slightly relieved.

Princess  :  So you and Cooper cool now? 

Rafey  :  sure 

Princess  :  That’s good

She messaged back happy they’d finally come to an agreement, she did know that it wasn't a yes, but it also wasn't a no. He took a small glance around all the guys now knocked out around him, still wanting to know what it was like at the party she was attending

Rafey  : how’s the gala

Rafey  :   Everyone treating the Kook Princess nicely?

Princess  :  I’ve not spoken to anyone for the past 2 hours 

His brows raised at her response. He felt his heart throb slightly at the thought of her sat all alone for two hours, watching as everyone else around her happily drank and socialised while she had spent the night by herself. 

Rafey  :  that sucks

Rafey  :   Your parents not checking on you?

Princess  :  They don’t care too busy talking to investors 

She rolled her eyes as she typed out, she just wanted to get out of the god forsaken venue but she had no way of getting home, her parents having driven her here. The fact that y/n’s parents hadn’t even bothered to check up on her once, just so they could keep their noses clean for their investors didn’t help Rafe’s slowly simmering irritation.

Princess  :  It’s fine

Princess  :  think I’m gonna book a taxi home 

She typed out as she pushed her chair away from the table and stood up, taking her clutch with her. He read her words, the feeling of relief washing over him. He was glad she was going to finally get away from the place. 

But the thought of her on her own, in the back of a taxi late at night, made him feel uneasy and nervous.

Rafey  :  do you want me to pick you up?

She paused as she looked down at her phone. Biting her lip gently. 

He’d do that?

She felt bad asking the boy to come almost all the way to the other side of the island just ot pick her up when she was more than capable of going home by herself. But she couldn’t ignore the pull in the back of her mind telling her to say yes. 

Princess  :  Idk I feel bad you’re with the guys

He could practically see her gnawing at her lip, a quirk she’d picked up over the years when she’d felt guilty or anxious, as she thought over his words. But he needed to know that she was safe, being driven by a random cab driver who could easily take advantage of her, in her dress- it made his skin burn.

Rafey  :  I don’t care about the guys, be fr

Rafey  :   I’ll leave now and come straight to you

Say yes 

Princess  :  Are you sure?

Rafe  :  Y/n

Princess  : well

Princess  :  d’you want me to send the address

Rafey  :  send it

His little typing bubble disappears momentarily after she sent her location to the boy, she looked up as she walked towards the exit, cold air hitting her as she pushed open the doors, her phone buzzing in her hand.

Rafey  :  omw 

Rafey  :  be there in 20 

She stood outside the venue, the sky now dark, wind blowing strongly, pushing her hair around. Her dress swayed around her ankles, heel clasped feet resting against the pavement. She’d told her parents she was leaving, her mother dismissive, too involved in a conversation with another woman. She looked down to the floor. Even though the dress was so covered up and she’d been complaining about it, at least now she’s warm. She knew that Cooper’s house was definitely further than twenty minutes away, so she hoped that Rafe wasn’t being reckless as he made his way towards her.

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It took him 15 minutes to drive to the venue, his car speeding along the streets as he tried to get to her as quickly as possible. As he pulled up to the venue, his eyes scanned the area, and his heart picked up the pace when he spotted her—standing alone near the entrance. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed over her chest, her head tilted downward slightly. Even from this distance, he could see the discomfort radiating from her. The fancy dress that had been picked out for her didn’t seem to suit her at all, her body language screaming that she was out of place. When she finally reached the car, her hands instinctively moved to straighten her dress, tugging at the fabric nervously as if it wasn’t quite right. Her movements were almost apologetic, like she felt bad for needing him to be there,

“Heyyyy” 

She elongated as she opened the door looking at the boy sitting in the driver's seat with a small sheepish smile on her lips. He let his eyes travel up from her feet to the top of her head, noticing the soft cream coloured, flowy dress, the way it fitted loosely against her skin. He couldn’t deny his amusement at the dress, remembering what she had told him about her mothers comment. It wasn’t as ugly as the girl had complained, but it was certainly different to what she usually wore. it was much more formal, much more….. of her mother’s influence? He let out a low huff of air a small smile on his lips in humour,

 “You look…- good.”

“Yeah yeah” she rolled her eyes as she got into the car shutting it behind her, “laugh it up alright.”

He laughed as he took one more look over her figure, thinking how cute she looked sat there in the dress, all frustrated,

 “What? I’m not allowed to compliment you now?”

“Just shut up Rafe,” she rolled her eyes. He smirked at her annoyance, but he’d missed the sound of his name falling from her lips. He’d missed the way her voice made something in his chest stir, the way it sounded when she got a little frustrated. 

“But you look so pretty though, princess”

“Don’t tease.” She groaned, throwing her head back against the seat headrest. He was loving this already, the way he could already tell she wasn’t in the mood to put up with his teasing and playing. That was the most fun part. Making her react.

“I’m not teasing. You look nice in that dress. And the heels?” He paused to look down at her feet for a split second, “a real good look.”

She looked down to her short kitten heels, which her mother had insisted were appropriate for the event. She shook her head now a small amused smile on her face,

“I look like someone’s grandma…”

He let out a soft laugh because yes, the dress, the shoes, the earrings, the necklace, everything about this look was something someone’s grandma would wear to a fancy party, maybe even her own sixty fifth birthday? 

“Yeah you look just like someone’s little old grandma”

She huffed out at his teasing, her hands reaching down to undo the little buckles on the heels, slipping them off, her white manicured nails now contrasting the dark carpet of the car mat they rested on. She reached her hands up to her ears, taking the earrings out and chuckling them into the cup holder, her fingers fiddling with the necklace clasp pulling it off and doing the same to the jewellery.

Jesus

He couldn’t help but watch the way her fingers moved as she stripped herself of the accessories her mother had shoved her into. looked down at the pile of jewelry now sitting in the holder and let out another low hum, 

“Better?”

“She’s so…" she shook her head at her mother’s dramatics, “I don’t even know why she dragged me with them and made me dress up into this stupid get up if I didn’t even fucking talk to anyone.” She sighed out, hand coming to rub over the arch of her brow.

“I just don’t get her sometimes.” 

He could hear the frustration in her voice when she talked about her mother. He knew she wanted to get along with her, she wanted her mother to love her and treat her like a daughter, not just some girl she's been forced to live with, but for some reason it didn’t work. The woman could be completely uncaring and downright cruel most of the time. He felt his hand reach over to grab her knee and squeezed it gently.

“She’s difficult, yeah? Don’t know why she doesn’t realise having a daughter like you's a blessing”

Her features softened, the comforting words warming her. She looked over to the boy with a small smile on her face, his side profile lit up by the streetlights they drove past. He could feel her eyes on him as he drove, burning against his skin, but he kept his eyes fixed on the road. His hand remained sitting on her knee, the warm skin a pheasant weight on his palm. He squeezed it again in comfort, giving her a soft smile, despite his focus being fixed in front of him.

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The boy pulled up outside the girls house, having typed in the pin to the gate, memorising it after all these years, he drove up the paved drive to outside her house putting the car into park. Getting out of the car, he rounded to the passenger side quickly to pull the door for y/n, he held the door open as he waited for her to step out, his eyes roaming over her, from her now bare feet to the top of her head, hair slightly tousled from the wind earlier. She slid out the seat, walking side by side with the boy, feet hitting against the steps up to the front door before she turned to him, 

“Thanks for coming tonight Rafe.”

“You should’ve called me earlier, I could’ve come sooner- I don’t like you being by yourself.” She smiled at his words, hand coming out to smooth out his polo collar which had scrunched, 

“You coming in or d’you need to get back to the guys…?” She knew he’d probably just got up and left earlier, and she felt bad. 

Only a little

His heartbeat faltered as her hand ran across the fabric of his chest, smoothing out the part that had folded in. He wanted so badly to take that hand in his and pull her closer to him. He swallowed, wondering what exactly he should do. 

I should go back 

He didn’t want to go back to the others, he didn’t care that much, they were all high out of their minds anyways. Here y/n was, right in front of him, disheveled hair and doe eyes looking up to him,

“I’ll come in”

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She fiddled with the small glass bottle of serum, the glass pipette clinking against it, she pulled it up to her face and rubbed it into her skin. She sat at her vanity having just washed her makeup off, changing the moment they got upstairs, desperate to get the dress off. Rafe laid on her bed, face comfortably buried into her pillow, his phone in hand as he scrolled; the sheets and pillows that surrounded him all smelling of her, just the way he’d been hoping. He’d changed out of his clothes and into the pair of sweats and old t-shirt he kept at her place. He heard the glass bottle clink against her vanity as she squeezed the product into her hand and he glanced up at her, his eyes watching as she rubbed it in, her skin becoming glowy. 

“You good?” 

She asked as she saw his reflection in the mirror behind her, hands coming down to screw the bottle shut. His eyes trailed up over her back, from her exposed shoulder from the baggy short she wore to her face in the mirror. She looked so relaxed and comfortable like this. It made the warm, possessive feeling in his chest start swirling harder. 

“Yeah,” he muttered quietly, “just…. watching you.”

“Creepy much?” She joked as she put the bottle away into one of her draws as the words tumbled past her lips. He huffed out a laugh at her words, shifting slightly on the bed. 

“You love it.” He replied instantly, his eyes following her as she made her way to the bed. 

She flopped down onto the bed next to him, it’d been a long day and her tiredness was starting to catch up to her. He smiled to himself as y/n ungracefully face planted into the pillows next to him. He shifted himself slightly so he was facing her, leaning his head on his propped up elbow, eyes tracking every single one of her tiny movements. She looked to the boy next to her as he stared back, his eyes roaming gently over her features; her tired, half closed eyes, the way her hand played with the duvet. 

“Tired princess?”

“Yeah.” She hummed out as she grabbed her phone and pulled it up texting her parents to let them know she got home. He watched her fingers tapping against her phone screen,

“Midsummers is coming up.”

She raised her brows turning to him as she chucked her phone onto the bed somewhere,

“Already?”

He grinned a little at her words, slightly amused by that fact she hadn’t been keeping track of time. 

“Yeah. In just over 2 weeks. Dad’s already started preparing for it”

“Shit I need a dress.” She sighed out hand coming up to rub her eye. He smirked at her words, a thought instantly popping into his mind ready to poke fun at the girl,

“Why not just use the one you wore tonight?”

She looked over to the boy with a deadpan expression on her face, “Didn’t know you were a comedian.” Yet she couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. His smirk grew wider as he watched her expression turn to one of amusement.  

“And wear those heels and the earrings too?” He teased further. 

“Okay Mr Cameron I get it."

She giggled at his playful words, “Are you wearing the same suit as last year?” She questioned remembering the black three piece his father made him wear, he had hated it. 

A grimace appeared on his lip at the mention of the suit. He’d absolutely hated it, the thing itched like crazy, and the summer heat made it so much worse. 

Fuck no 

“No chance I’m wearing that shit again”

A smile drew up to her lips at his snarky comment,  

“Well as long as my mom doesn’t pick the dress I’ll be good…. I think I want to go blue this year,” she hummed out. He looked at the girl, the image of her in a pretty blue dress forming in her mind.  

“It’s a good colour on you” He commented, running his eyes over her bare legs, imagining how her skin would look against blue fabric. 

“Thanks,” she spoke up, she sat up grabbing the remote control from her bedside table, flicking the tv in front of them on. The sound of her pressing the control buttons filled the comfortable silence of the room. Heath Ledger and Julia Stiles appeared on the screen, the girl having put her favourite film on again as she laid back. He rolled his eyes slightly, recognising the sound of ‘10 Things I Hate About You”.

“Seriously? Again?” He groaned but didn’t bother asking her to change it, knowing what the answer would be. 

“C’mon I know you love it deep down but you’re too embarrassed to admit it.” She spoke up as she got comfortable, pulling her sheets up. Of course he did like the movie. The story was cliche and corny, but he’d watched the film more times than he’d ever admit with her. 

“Oh yeah, it’s absolutely great.” He responded sarcastically. She offered some of the covers to him after rolling her eyes at him. 

He smiled back at her slightly, taking the edge of the sheets and pulling them up over himself, instantly feeling the warmth of the girl next to him, practically pressed up against, she tended to get clingy when tired, or drunk, or high. 

Maybe you’re just clingy in general 

The movie played, the actors talking filling the now quiet room. The girl had gotten tired, her head having lulled over to the side, her temple resting against Rafes shoulder, her eyes closed as she breathed slowly, slumber having taken over. 

The boy felt the way her head lolled over onto his shoulder, and the instant weight that settled on him. His arm instinctively slid behind her to pull her closer, the feeling of her warm body against him making his chest tighten with contentment. 

He sat there for a while longer, half watching the movie, half staring at the girl resting quietly against him. Gentle breaths past her lips as she slept, lashes resting against her cheeks, she looked so pretty like this, so incredibly innocent and peaceful. 

Careful not to wake her, he shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, pulling her with him. He lifted her across his lap so she was leaning comfortably against his chest instead of his shoulder. 

As she settled more comfortably against him, her body fitting against his like she belonged there, his chest felt impossibly tight. His arm stayed draped around her, fingers brushing absentmindedly along her side, as he glanced down at her, movie now long forgotten as his gaze lingered on the way her hair framed her face. Her lips, slightly parted as she slept, tugged at something deep in his chest and he could feel every quiet rise and fall of her breath against him. His mind wandered, sitting here, holding her like this, he couldn’t ignore the way something deeper was growing inside him.

The realization hit him so hard, he almost froze. It wasn’t like he hadn’t thought about it before- little moments when he’d caught himself staring at her too long, or felt jealous when someone else made her laugh. But he’d always pushed it aside, afraid it could ruin what they’ve had for so long.

Now though, It felt inevitable.

Rafe’s hand moved, almost without thinking, brushing a strand of hair away from the girls face. His fingers lingered for a moment, barely grazing her skin, God, she was so beautiful. The thought was dizzying, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he pressed a feather-light kiss to the top of her head, his lips brushing her hair, 

I love you 

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[tinyluvs]

cockwarming rafe while watching a movie n hes just teasing u the entire time but wont move until the end of the movie 😩

omg omg *contains smut mdni!*

“please,” you whine, shifting your weight from side to side, only achieving one thing, his cock somehow slipping further into you, nudging the tip against your cervix almost painfully

rafe chuckles, his hands slipping to your waist to hold you still, “stay still, till the end of the movie” he huffs, bucking his hips up from the couch. you moan and hang your head, staring down at your thighs on top of his muscly ones

you’ve seen this movie before, racking your brain to try and figure out how long of it is left gets you nowhere though as his fingers ghost over your hip and down to your dripping wet pussy

he plays with your clit, jumping from rubbing gentle, slow circles over the aching and pressing almost too hard, your breath hitching every time he does

“rafe, god,” you shudder, clenching your thighs together quickly, your nails digging into his skin. he groans behind you, his hands inching down between your legs

“not quite god but the next best thing,” he smirks, you can’t see it but you can hear it. he leans forward, his bare chest pressing into your back, “now, sit fucking still,”

he forces your thighs open, circling his hands around them, his fingers digging in enough to bruise. he lifts you up before settling back against the couch, dropping you back down the length of his cock as he does

you pinch your eyes shut and bite your lip to stifle a moan. laying back against him, your head tilts back against his shoulder, your attention turning to the ceiling instead of the movie

rafe stops his teasing, for five minutes, then his fingers continue their assault. one hand tickling up the inside of your spread thigh, fingers circling around where you’re stretched around him and up through your folds and to your clit

his other hand settles on your rib, almost sweetly brushing his thumb against your stretched skin. your eyes water and your hips shake slightly, though you hope he doesn’t notice.

a slap lands on your thigh and you jerk, he noticed. “shit” you hiss under your breath and force yourself to relax against him. the sweet brushing over your rib stops when his thumb catches your nipple

against your will, your walls tighten around his cock, tears slip down your cheeks and you sniffle. “nearly over now,” rafe mumbles against your neck, his lips peppering kisses over your skin, “doing so good for me”

you nod slightly, your words failing as your brain turns to mush. his fingers continue to dance over your skin, you wonder how such a sweet action can feel so degrading, the tips of his fingers feeling like fire.

rafe’s cock starts to throb inside you, rubbing against your walls. he fidgets underneath you, his hips rolling, thighs clenching and his abs bumping your back. your cunt drips from the actions and you know the movie will be finishing soon

slowly, you lean forward, planting your hands on his thighs to grind your hips slowly back against him, fucking yourself down on him, “rafe, please” you whine once more

as you do, the room fades to black, your head snaps up to the tv in time to see the credits rolling and you both still. you swallow thickly and then rafe’s fingers are tangling into your hair, pulling harshly until your back arches

“s’fucking tight,” he groans behind you, louder than the music over the credits. he starts to fuck up into you harshly, letting out the past ninety minutes of teasing and anticipation on your poor cunt

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