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pairing experiencedÂĄroommateÂĄrafe cameron x innocentÂĄreader
sunmary rafe guides you through your first masturbation after you told him you've never touched yourself before, his offer tempting you in ways you've never experienced before. your curiosity grows as well as your desire, leading to an intimate moment that changed things between you two.
contains smut! first time masturbating, guided orgasm, fingering, lots and lots of kissing, dirty talk, nipple play, needy reader, player rafe, hes a tease!! he also interrupts reader, uhh thats ab it (i think). wc; 4.2k
a/n hi !! this took two days to write and at least 1-2 months to get out of my notes blaahhh hope you enjoy!!!!
âHave you ever had someone go down on you?âÂ
You choked out a snort of disblief, taken aback by the question. Rafe, who was seated inches away from you, chuckled, turning his head in your direction, causing the smile on your face to instantly vanish.Â
He wasnât joking.Â
You cleared your throat, feeling heat crawl past your neck, until it eventually settled on your face. Youâve had your fair share of embrassing moments with your roommate, but this? You wanted the ground to split and swallow you whole, too ashamed to respond.Â
Truth be told, youâve never involved yourself in any sexual activities, let alone had someone go down on you. Hell, youâve barely ever touched yourself before, brushing off your random bursts of arousal whenever you were sexually frustrated
So, the question here was, how were you supposed to tell him that? Reveal that you were a virgin at heart, and that youâve never had someone touch you intimatly; not that youâve done it.Â
You were painfully aware of how experienced Rafe was, with the latter informing you all about his hookups; and that was besides the amount of girls he brought over. The walls were thin enough to give everything out, their loud moans and whimpers echoing through your ears. In conclusion, you didnât need him to break down what he was up to.Â
âNot that I remember.â You muttered, brushing off the question.Â
âWhat?â He cocked his head to the side, snatching the spoonful of ice cream from your hold. âWho doesnât remember getting eaten out?âÂ
âPeople are busy, Rafe.â You scoffed, licking the drop of ice cream off your thumb. âNot everyone has the time to fuck around.â
âYouâre not busy,â he muffled out, tossing the spoon back in the tube of ice cream on your lap. âYou donât go out, all you do is lay around the whole day, then proceed to complain over the fact that you did nothing all day.â
You rolled your eyes, faking an annoyed expression at his words. Rafe adjusted his position, manspreading on the sofa, until his knee was hovering over yours, the contact ceasing the distance between you.Â
âI mean, come oneâŠâ he trailed off, tone slightly teasing. âIâve never seen you bring anyone over, are you really not interested in any of that stuff?âÂ
âHow about you mind your business?â You huffed, feeling your ears burn with heat. âWhy do you wanna know so bad?âÂ
âWhat?!â He defensively shot back, âIâm jusâ curious, besides, you never tell me anything, itâs always me talking.âÂ
âItâs âcause thereâs nothing to tell you,â you mumbled under your breath, avoiding Rafeâs gaze. âThere, you happy?â
Silence seeped through the air, atmosphere heavy with tension. Rafeâs lips parted with disbelief, speechles by your blunt response. That was⊠new, you never brought up your sexual life to the latter before, so to think you were admitting to being a virgin over a silly argument struck Rafe to his core.Â
"You're not like, serious or anything, right?â He attempted to laugh it off, smile fading when your expression remained the same. âShit, youâre being serious.â
Your gaze settled on your hands in your lap, too embarrassed to glance over at Rafe, whose eyes burned holes through your flesh. You could envision the look of disbelief on his face, not having to look to know that he was shocked.Â
âWhy are you surprised?â You giggled, brushing off the heavy tension seeping through. âYou said it yourself, iâve never really brought anyone over.âÂ
âI was messing,â he swiftly replied, âI didnât think you were you know⊠a virgin.â
âOkay, if you word it like thatâŠâ You tilted your head to the side, a tight-lipped smile spreading across your lips.Â
âHave you never like, engaged in anything?â Rafe muttered, trying to play off the question as something casual, though you knew it wasnât. âYou know, never gave a guy a blowjob before?âÂ
Nothing about your roommate asking if youâve given a guy a blowjob was casual.Â
âNo.â You shook your head, a snort escaping your throat.Â
âYouâve kissed someone before though, right?â He asked, voice lowering with hesitation.Â
âIâve kissed someone before.â You exclaimed, leaning your head back on the sofa. âYou already knew about that.âÂ
âYou did tell me,â he nodded his head, âHave you never likeâŠâ
âWhat is it now, Rafe?â You question, teasing hinted through your tone. âWhy are you investigating me?â
ââM not; jusâ curious.â He muffled out, voice barely above a whisper. âHave you never pleased yourself?â
âWhat?â You ask, coming to a halt.Â
The question filled with temptation, something you both chose to avoid for the sake of your friendship. Rafe always playfully flirts with you, using every chance he could to tease you. Those usually end in you brushing it off, not thinking too much of it.Â
However, this was personal. He was asking questions that shall be private, not for him to hear, nor know about. Â
âHave you never touched yourself before?â He elaborated, gaze flickering to your lap. âYouâve touched yourself, right?âÂ
You remained silent, blinking far too many times for your liking. You fidgeted with the rings hugging your fingers, busying yourself with the movie displayed on the tv, now long forgotten with the ongoing conversation.Â
âFuck.â Rafe muttered under his breath, throat going dry. âThatâs soâŠâÂ
âEmbrassing,â you cut him off, playing off your embarrassment. âI know.âÂ
âItâs hot; somehow turns me on,â he corrected, continuing his statement. âKnowing youâve never touched yourself before.âÂ
Your head shifted in his direction, a flustered expression spreading across your face as you felt heat settle on your cheeks. You swallowed around your throat, mouth gaping to speak, met with utter silence in return.Â
Shivers ran down your spine, the sensation like feathers on your skin. Rafeâs blank expression made things worse, displaying how serious he was being. He wasnât fucking around, even with how swift the conversation took a turn.Â
âShut up,â you mumbled, clearing your throat. âQuit messinâ around.âÂ
âDid that get you?â Rafe choked out a giggle, easing the tension between you.Â
âThat wasnât funny!â You huffed, lightly shoving his shoulder. âDonât joke around like that.â
âI mean,â he said, teasingly fidgeting with his tongue. âIt wasnât a joke, butââ
âRafe!â Your face heat up, flustered expression spreading across your face.Â
âSorry!â He chuckled, drifting off for a moment. His gaze trailed down your body, a sly smirk finding his lips once again. âYou need help? Iâll guide you through it.âÂ
You paused, considering his suggestion for a moment, even if he meant it as a joke. Your lips quivered into a thin line, feeling your throat dry up when his hand found your bare thigh, action teasing, tempting you in ways that were forbidden.Â
And before you got time to process the gesture, he grabbed the ice cream tube from your lap, instantly scooping a bite with the spoon inside. It took you a moment to catch on with what he did, attempting (and failing) to snatch it back from his hold.Â
âHey, thatâs mine.â You muttered, gaze shifting up to Rafe when he stood to his feet.Â
âWhatâs mind is yours, remember?â He winked, walking backwards to maintain eye contact with you. âWe both pay the bills around here.âÂ
âI paid for that, though.â You argued, mimicking the latterâs action as you followed in his steps.Â
âFrom whose wallet?â He reasoned, causing you to go quiet.Â
Right, you did steal ten bucks to buy that from him; though the boy didnât mind.Â
Your shoulder relaxed, defeated by the boyâs response as you watched him enter his room, letting the door shut behind him.Â
That was that.
Later that night, you found yourself slipping under your convers, tempted by Rafeâs words from earlier. Your hands traced down your body, halting around the sliver of skin in between your shirt and shorts.Â
Your fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, teeth digging through your bottom lip as your hand tumbled beneath the thin cloth, the sensation of your cold fingers brushing over your heat sending shivers throughout your body.Â
Your digits lightly traced over your heat, sliding down your folds, inaudible gasp escaping your throat when you noticed how wet youâve gotten from earlier. Rafeâs words echoed through your ears as your eyes fell shut, imagining him guiding you through your masturbation with his words, the thought spiraling pleasure through your body.
You collected your juices with your fingers, gasping as you traced them back to your clit, the sensation overwhelming you whole. You started off with slow rubs to your cunt, letting your pleasure build up within every touch you committed to.Â
You imagined Rafeâs hand instead of yours, rubbing your clit while he whispered praises to your ears. The thought washed guilt over you, aware you were going to regret your pathetic thoughts once the pleasure wears off.Â
Imagining your roommate going down on you was your last predicament tonight, yet, here you were, touching yourself while pretending it was Rafe, his words never leaving your mind. You wouldâve been down for whatever, the least he couldâve done was push through with his teasing, and you wouldâve gladly accepted it.Â
But he didnât, and that made you want him even more. The idea of not being able to have him, not even for a moment, because it was forbidden. You were well aware of that, barely holding back before, whether Rafe stood too close, or said something tempting.Â
âHey, uh, have you seen my greenââ Rafe burst through the door, freezing in his tracks once he noticed the state you were in. âSweatshirt?âÂ
The covers werenât much of help, as Rafe instantly realized what you were doing. He gulped, feeling himself twitch in his pants, as his fingers clutched around the doorknob. You immediately jumped out of your position once you spotted him, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.Â
Your eyes trailed down to his torso, feeling heat crawl to your face when you noticed his bare chest, out on display. Right, that was a norm, you shouldâve been used to it by now.
âWhat the fuck, dude?â You shot back, heavy breaths escaping your throat. âCanât you knock?â
âHmm?â He hummed, too hazed up to process what you were saying. âRight, sorry, Iâ I shouldâve knocked.â
You felt so exposed under his gaze, tugging your bottom lip with guilt as you caught sight of his face. Maybe that was meant to happen, a sign that you shouldnât have crossed the invisble line you created, pleasing yourself over the thought of your best friend.Â
âWhat do you need?â You muffled out, gulping when his eyes flickered down to your lips.Â
âWell, I was jusâ asking if youâve seen my sweatshirt, butâŠâ He trailed off, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. âYou seem busy.âÂ
âI was sleeping.â You replied, though the excuse was not much help. âYouâ you interrupted.â
âClearly,â He cocked his head to the side, seeking your gaze with his own, a desperate exhale escaping his parted lips when your eyes wouldnât meet his. âIâll leave you to it, thenâŠâ
He trailed off, hinting something with his tone. He hesitated to leave, still clutching into the door handle while he stared at you, waiting for you to at least say something, stop him before he does anything stupid and ruin your friendship in the process.Â
However, you didnât, leading the latter to shut the door, the gesture causing you to wince. You gulped, observing as Rafe came to a halt, his back to the door, with his hand yet wrapped around the doorknob. His lips parted with an exhale, fingers finding his jaw as he busied himself with his chin.Â
And if you didnât know him any better, you wouldâve thought he was nervous. But he wasn't. You knew Rafe, he was your roommate, after all.Â
âWhat are you doing?â You questioned, voice low enough he could barely hear you.Â
Rafe remained silent, leisurely approaching you with haste. Your gaze followed his every move as he came to a halt around the edge of the bed, now towering over you. You fluttered your eyes up at the latter, breath hitching when you noticed the look of despair on his face.Â
His fingers hovered beneath your chin, thumb slightly tracing your bottom lip, the fraction causing your mouth to part. He tilted your head with the fingers around your jaw, cursing under his breath once he caught sight of your hazed state, too far gone to comprehend your surroundings.Â
âYou need help with that?â He questioned, gaze flickering to the shorts that hung low on your waist, able to see them now that he was in your presence.Â
âHuh?â You questioned, vision going blurry when his thumb grazed over your teeth. âWhat do you mean?â
He groaned when your tongue darted out, licking a stripe of his finger, the gesture bold, encouraging him to continue. And he did, inserting his thumb inside your mouth, the sensation of your hot spit coating his finger earning a shuddered exhale out of the boy.Â
You swirled your tongue around the digit, driving Rafe over the edge. He imagined your lips wrapped around his cock instead of his finger, the dirty thought causing him to twitch in his pants, fully hard hard by now.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot,â he whispered, withdrawing his finger from in between your lips, and replaced it with his own as he captured your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. âCanât believe youâve never let anyone touch you before.âÂ
âIs it that hard to believe?â You hushed, lowering your tone to match his. âAre you gonna tease me over it?â
âWhile that does sound tempting right now,â he smiled over your mouth, littering wet kisses in between his sentence. âIâll pass, ârather focus on you, doll.â
Your face heat up at the pet name, too flustered to respond. You were still in disbelief over this, whatever it was, not expecting anything like this to happen between you two. Fuck, Rafe was kissing you, and you were totally in for it, in fact, your body was speaking faster than your mind, following your needs before you could process it.Â
âIâll guide you through your first time, baby.â He muttered under his breath, knee finding the space in between your legs. He captured the corner of your lips in an open-mouthed kiss, one of his hands toying with the strap of your bra. âLet me make you feel good.âÂ
âYou know,â you trailed off, enjoying the sensation of his fingers tracing the bare skin around your shoulders, the contact like feathers to your flesh. âWe shouldnât be doing this.âÂ
âWhy not?â He asked, hands shifting down to your waist, barely above the hem of your top. âItâs not like weâre doing anything wrong, âm only helpinâ you.â
âJusâ shut up nâ kiss me.â You slurred, wrapping both arms around his neck as you ceased the distance between you.Â
A content hum left Rafeâs throat, pressing you down to the bed with the hands around your waist. The latter hovered over you, angling his head to the side to deepen the kiss. A gasp escaped your throat as he nibbled on your bottom lip, the unexpected gesture causing you to part your mouth.Â
Rafe saw a chance, and took it, tongue invading the inside of your mouth with the access you granted him, your fingers toyed with the bozzed hair at the back of his head, almost yelping when his cold fingers made contact with the sliver of skin around your stomach.Â
Youâve never been touched by a man like this before, Rafe was exploring parts in your body that were meant to be hidden, not for his gaze to admire. Multiple times he had to hold back, watching you innocently walk around the house with a set of pajamas that barely covered anything, revealing all your curves.Â
You drove him crazy, with everytime you moved, slightly teased him, told him things no one should know, he wasnât able to handle it, not with how oblivious you were to the hints he kept dropping. And if he rubbed one out to the thought of you, he wasnât mentioning it; not to you, thatâs for sure.
His fingers toyed with the waistband of your shorts, withdrawing from the kiss to glance down, making you feel shy under his gaze. He tugged the elastic down your side, hissing when his fingers made contact with the warm skin hidden underneath.Â
âFuck, baby.â He groaned, âGet these off, need to see you sâ bad.âÂ
You moaned at the remark, letting your eyes fall shut as he tugged your shorts down, levelling them with your knees, until he could get a good view of your dripping cunt. A shuddered sigh escaped his lips, fingers instantly finding your folds.Â
You gasped at the sensation, arching into the touch, chasing after your pleasure when he moved his hand up your sides, pressing your hips down to the bed.Â
âStay,â He whispered, lips ghosting over yours. âIâm supposed to be helpinâ you, âmember?â
Right, that skipped over your head.Â
âWell then, hurry up and do it.â You whined, almost yelping when his hand hovered over your heat. âFuck, Rafe, please.â
âPlease what?â He question, a teasing grin forming on his lips. âUse your words, baby.âÂ
âTouch me.â You demanded, words slurring out of your mouth.Â
âYou know I canât do that.â He chuckled, retrieving one of your hands from around his neck. âSâ supposed to be your job.â
He guided your hand down to your heat, pressing your fingers to your clit. You moaned, leaning your head back as Rafe moved your digits over your cunt, using his hand to lead you through the rhythm, slow and steady, not too much, in case you grew sensitive to it.Â
You desperately shuddered under the touch, gasping when Rafe pressed his hand over yours, the gesture spiraling pleasure throughout your body. His face nuzzled into your neck, littering wet kisses to your throat as he continued pleasing you with his guided hand, leisurenly picking up his (your) pace.Â
âFuck,â you whined, nails digging into the blade of his shoulder, well aware he was waking up with bruises with how much pressure you were applying. âFeels sâ good.âÂ
âYeah?â He muffled against your neck, teeth grazing over flesh, before he nibbled right under your jaw. âAm I making you feel good, baby?â
You hummed, too accompanied with your pleasure to respond. You arched into the touch, muffled whines the only thing leaving your throat as Rafeâs fingers traced over your folds, until they found your entrance.Â
âFucking hell,â he grunted, withdrawing from the crook of your neck. âYouâre so wet for me, doll.â
Your face heat up at the words, turning your head to the side to avoid looking at the latter. One of his hands slid underneath your shirt, kneading your boob with his fingers. Everything felt overwhelming, whether it was the hand guiding your fingers on your clit, or the one squeezing your breasts, it was too much for you to comprehend with a hazy mind and a blurry vision.Â
He managed to get your shirt off with a bit of shuffling, and a bit of help from you; of course, leaving you in only your bra. His mouth salivated at the sight of your breasts, now half on display, only for him to see.Â
He swallowed around his throat, fingers toying with the thin material of your bra, using the digits to tug it down, until it exposed your nipple to the chilly air, causing goosebumps to break out across your chest. He rolled it with his thumb, fascinated with how perfectly your boobs sat.Â
You jolted under his touch, becoming sensitive to the finger flicking your nipple, growing even more surprised when he leaned down, taking your tit in his mouth. His tongue swirled over your now hardened nipple, letting his spit coat a stripe of your chest.Â
Your back arched into Rafeâsmouth, eyes forcing shut as his hand found your back, unclipping your bra with a swift gesture. He let the cloth hang loose around your chest, finger dipping beneath the straps around your shoulders, letting them fall down your sides.Â
âGod,â he grunted, his hot breath fanning over your boob, while his hand toyed with the other, squeezing and kneading the plump flesh. âYouâre a fucking mess for me.â
You whined in protest to his words, feeling your pleasure build up, sensing your climax in the process. Rafeâs mouth found your lips once again, capturing them in a lustful kiss. He licked into your mouth, tongue gliding over yours as it met his half way through.Â
âI think IâmâŠâ you spoke in between kisses, âRafeâ fuck!â
An audible gasp escaped your throat when Rafe circled your entrance, lining his finger up with your hole. And without a warning, he slipped a finger inside, the new found pleasure mixed with pain alluring you into his trap.Â
This was exactly what he wanted, to have you a flustered mess under his touch, show you how good he could make you feel, even if it was wrong, forbidden; in your words.
âYouâre so fucking tight,â he groaned, parted lips ghosting over yours. âWanna fuck you so bad, doll.âÂ
You whined over the statement, picturing the idea of Rafe fucking you stupid, until you no longer were able to remember your name. His finger moved inside you, letting you get used to the digit moving in and out of you. Your hand was back to your side by now, letting Rafe lead you through your built orgasm.Â
The latter lined another finger with your hole, slowly letting it insert inside you, using his thumb to rub your clit, merely to distract your mind off the pain, and focus on pleasing you. His pace was slow, steady enough it drove you crazy.Â
His fingers continued pumping in and out of you, with you relaxing into the touch once you slightly got used to the digits stretching you out. Rafe picked up his speed when he noticed that, hand growing sloppy inside your dripping hole.Â
âRafeââ you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck. âIâm so fuckinâ close.â
He hummed, littering open-mouthed kissed to your lips as you gasped into his mouth when his fingers hit your g stop. And you were so closer, with his fingers inserting in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed your clit, chasing after your pleasure.Â
Your legs trembled as you came undone, shuddering in Rafeâs arms as he walked you through your orgasm. He slowed down his pace, chuckling as a content hum escaped your throat, pulling him down for a quick kiss.
It was sweet, lingering for only a moment before Rafe pulled away, smug smile ghosting over your lips. He withdrew his fingers from your entrance, with you already missing the warmth of his fingers inside.Â
He traced his hand over your figure, coming to a halt when he reached your mouth. He parted your lips with his fingers, a silent demand that you shall not deny. You took the digits in your mouth, gliding your tongue over each one, tasting yourself on them.Â
Rafe smirked, watching you with despair, a look of want you only got to experience whenever he was hitting on other girls. Yet, here he was, fucking you with his fingers until you came undone.Â
He withdrew his fingers, replacing it with his own mouth as he pulled you in for another kiss, this time to taste you on his lips. He smiled against you, satisfied now that heâs able to savor you whole, having explored every inch of your body; though he knew that wasnât enough.Â
âThat felt good,â he started, rubbing his thumb over the corner of your face. âYeah?â
âMhm, I must sayâŠâ you trailed off, slightly growing flustered by his gaze as it burned holes through your skin. âIt wasnât that bad.â
âYou think?â He snickered, thumb brushing over your lips. âShould we give it another go, now that you lost your jerk-off virginity?â
âThatâs lame,â You chuckled, a knowing smile suppressing its way across your lips. âHmm, who knows, maybe thatâs not the only virginity Iâll be losing tonight.â
âOkay, thatâs a lame way of telling me you want me to take your virginity.â He grinned, amused by the embarrassed shove you gave to his shoulder.Â
âMy god, shut up!â You blushed, hiding your face with your hands. âThatâs not what I was sayinâ.â
âNo yeah, definitely.â He nodded, attempting to get your hands off your face. âDonât be a brat, baby, look at me.âÂ
Your hold fell loose around your face, letting Rafe move your hands off, revealing the smile tugging at your lips. He mimicked your action, expression switching into something serious, all while maintaining a teasing grin still.Â
âYou know, that wasnât such a bad idea.â He pecked the corner of your lips, leisurely trailing down to your throat, until he nuzzled in the crook of your neck. âMaybe we should test it out.âÂ
âTest what out, idiot?â You grinned, tilting your head to give Rafe more access to the side of your neck.Â
âLots of stuff,â he muffled, âI donât think Iâll be able to hold myself back, now that I got a taste of you.âÂ
âSo, donât.â You shot back, mouth moving faster than your brain as you responded. âDonât hold yourself back, âm all yours.â
And that was the only sign Rafe needed, ceasing the distance between you before capturing your lips in a kiss, one you donât think youâll be able to forget.
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hellooo I just want to say that I like your blog, I really like your writing styleđ«¶đ»đ«¶đ» AND
what do you think about Vernon finding the reader's twitter spam account? at first, without saying anything, he follows her from a fake account and learns her fetishes and things like that. then he can't hold back and teasing the reader because of this situation and does all the things she reposts, all she wants and imagines(I honestly can't decide whether they will be friends or lovers and I leave it to you)
thank you very much in advanceđ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·
when vernon finds out about your freaky tweets
WARNINGS: smut, face slapping, BIG DICK!VERNON, cock riding, mentions of hair pulling, dirty talk, choking.
it starts innocently enough; youâve got your little spam account, this place where you post anything that comes to mind without a second thought. itâs private, anonymousâyouâre safe, or so you think. until one day, you start noticing a new follower, someone with zero posts and a random handle, lurking in the notifications. you brush it off, figuring itâs just some bot. but vernon⊠well, vernon's been piecing things together. and one night, after reading one of your latest postsâsomething so NASTY that practically burned his screenâhe decides he can't just pretend he hasnât seen it. so he waits until youâre in the living room next saturday, all comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable. you look up, seeing him standing there with that little frown he gets when he's too stressed to understand something, a raised eyebrow, and his phone in his hand.
âso⊠âi just want him to hold me down andâââ he reads aloud, and you feel everything in you freeze up as he raises an eyebrow at you. ââthen pull my hair back so i can see his face⊠maybe, idk, slap me around a little?â really, y/n?â
you scramble, trying to play it cool âvernonâwait, whyâwhereâd you see that?â
âoh, i dunno. iâve been following this account for a while. figured iâd wait until you posted something really crazy before bringing it up.â
you stammer, face going hot. âiâyou didnât have to read it out loud like that, jesus.â
âoh, come on,â he says, leaning in, crowding your space just enough to make you feel cornered âyou can post it, but i canât say it?â
you swallow hard âi didnât⊠i didnât think youâd see it.â
âdidnât think iâd find out?â he echoes, voice dropping a little. âyou know, all this time, iâve been seeing these little things you like. i didnât say anything because i thought youâd be embarrassed. but nowâŠâ he smirks, leaning back with a sigh, watching you. ânow i think maybe i should give you some of what youâre so clearly craving.â
âvernon,â you say, trying to keep your voice steady, but itâs hard when heâs looking at you like heâs imagining every filthy thing youâve ever posted.
he smirks, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. âoh, donât go all shy on me now. iâve read what you want. all of it. letâs start with the basics, huh?â his hand trails down, tipping your chin up, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. âyou wanna ride me? why didnât you just say so?â
you feel your heart pounding as he pulls you closer, he's practically purring as he goes, âor that other thing you postedâwhat was it? something about choking you?â he wraps his hand lightly around your throat, thumb brushing over the sensitive skin as he watches your reaction. âlike this?â
you almost cant nod, you're melting, your breath coming short as he tightens his grip just enough to make you feel it âso pretty when youâre horny,â he murmurs, fingers pressing just a little more.
and when you shake your head, he grins, pulling you onto his lap, guiding you to straddle him as his hands settle on your hips âguess iâve gotta make up for all those little fantasies youâve been hiding, huh?â
âyou sure you can handle it?â he whispers, leaning in, lips brushing against your neck. ââcause i donât think you really knew what you were asking for when you posted all that.â
but you nod, he tilts your head up, lips brushing over yours, and you feel his hand come up, palm grazing over your cheek before he slaps youâjust a little, just enough to make you gasp. he chuckles when you moan, liquefying on his lap, fingers tilting your face back to him.
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heâs already watching you with a azy smirk, eyes rolling sliighty as you sink down onto him, your thighs trembling as you struggle to take all of him in. and god, heâs big. you knew he would beâyouâd guessed it a dozen times in all those reckless tweets, wondering just how good itâd feel, but feeling it now, itâs like all that teasing turned on you, stretching you almost too much, and every inch you take feels like a challenge.
âaww, look at you,â he coos, his hands resting on your hips, fingers rubbing little circles into your skin as you try to ease down, taking him deeper, even though itâs making your breath catch, making you whimper and shake. âwhat happened, baby? i thought you said you could handle it.â
you bite your lip, cheeks burning, and he chuckles, leaning in closer, voice low and teasing. âor maybe you just wanted me to be big so you could talk all that shit on your little account,â he murmurs, running his thumb over your lip. âall those tweets you made, talking about wanting me to be, whatâeight, nine inches?â he grins, watching the way you flush, the way your hands grip his shoulders to steady yourself. âthink you got what you wished for, hm?â
âshut up,â you manage to whisper, but itâs so breathless, your body clenching around him, and he laughs, hands guiding you down just a bit further, his hips lifting just a little to meet you, that makes you gasp, makes you try to pull back, but he keeps you there, fingers firm on your hips.
âno, no, letâs see you take it,â he whispers, voice rough with that soft teasing. âcome on, baby. donât tell me this is too much. you wanted all of it, right?â
you nod, trying to adjust, but itâs almost too much fr, too thick, too deep, and he watches you with those hooded eyes, savoring every single whimper you make. âitâs okay,â he says softly, almost soothing as he leans up to kiss you, but you can hear that cocky lilt in his tone. âyouâre doing so good. even if you canât take all of it⊠god, youâre trying, huh?â
and heâs right there, brushing his lips over your cheek, murmuring sweet, filthy encouragements into your ear as you sink down a little more, taking just a bit more of him, even though your bodyâs practically begging for a break. âthatâs it⊠there you go. so good, baby. iâm impressed,â he purrs, hands trailing up your back. âi didnât think youâd take even this much.â
every time you pause, every time your breath catches, heâs right there, fingers digging into your hips, guiding you, helping you ride him âguess you really wanted to know..â he murmurs, grinning as he watches you struggle, your head falling back as you finally take just a little more, his hands pulling you down hard against him until you can feel every inch of him.
âthere it is⊠thatâs my girl,â he whispers, in asatisfied rasp, his eyes dark as he watches you ride him, just as youâd dreamed about, exactly as youâd hopedâonly now itâs even better.
#seventeen imagines#seventeen reactions#seventeen x reader#seventeen scenarios#seventeen headcanons#svt imagines#seventeen#seventeen smut#svt smut#vernon smut#vernon fic#vernon imagines#vernon x reader#vernon x you#vernon x oc#hansol smut#hansol imagines#hansol fanfic#hansol fic#vernon seventeen
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cupid's lead arrows // rafe cameron
Requested by anon
Request: Hi girl I love your writing đ«¶đ» Can you write about Rafe, who has been Readerâs best friend forever, but secretly has a crush on her? One day, Reader confesses that sheâs dating someone, and Rafe does everything he can to break them up.
Summary: You finally get a boyfriend but something, or someone, seems intent on keeping you apart.
Word count: 1.8k
Includes: This is literally all angst sorry
Note: My first Outer Banks fic in over 4 years lol please be kind! I got a little carried away...this lends itself to a part 2, if anyone likes it.
Itâs not always a walk in the park when youâre Rafe Cameronâs best friend.
Youâve been inseparable since the first day of high school when you got paired together for a semester long project. Study sessions in the library (well, you would study, and Rafe would flirt with the cute library monitor) turned into after school hangouts at Tannyhill, which turned into hosting parties and heading to college together.
Did you ever have a crush on your best friend? Well fuck, have you seen him?
Not only is he gorgeous but you got to experience a whole different side of Rafe that not everyone got to see, the sweet side â loyal, caring, and pretty soft behind the scenes.
You spent years pining after Rafe, silently and stoically of course, never wanting to ruin your friendship by letting him know how you felt. You figured it was for the best and besides, you had lived through enough of Rafeâs girlfriends to know you werenât ever going to be his type.
Youâve seen each otherâs highest highs and lowest lows which, unfortunately for you both, Rafe seemed to have more than his fair share of. Much to the disappointment of your parents and the shock of your friends, you stuck by Rafeâs side through his drug addiction and his drinking problems and were there to pick up the pieces after his father died. Rafe, in turn, had your back when you had blow up fights with your mother and comforted you when you had problems with your friends.
Now, two years out of college and with Rafe mostly sober, you didnât think there was anything you two couldnât handle, nothing you couldnât face together, nothing that could ever come between you.
Until you started dating Parker.
Rafe seemed happy for you when you first told him, hugging you and telling you he was proud of you for âfinally getting some.â He was nice to Parker (by Rafeâs standards, which really meant not going out of his way to intimidate the guy) when you brought him to the beach and introduced them.
But as the weeks went by, you noticed a subtle shift in Rafeâs behaviour. You kept telling yourself you were being paranoid, that thereâs no way Rafe could have an issue with Parker. He told you he was happy for you, right? And unlike the last potential boyfriends, Rafe didnât try to scare him off.
But something was off.
You noticed Rafe was falling back into old habits that scared you. He was drinking more, often double parked at parties, and either loud and belligerent or sulking on his own in a corner.
And then then the incidents began. At first you just thought it was shit luck, but then it just started to feel like the universe was conspiring against you and Parker.
Turns out Rafe was conspiring against you and Parker.
It started when Parker seemingly ghosted you on one of your Friday night dates, leaving you alone and upset at the wharf before Rafe picked you up. Parker swore he had car issues, both his front tires punctured, and you figured that was a reasonable excuse.
Then the night of the annual bonfire, a harmless game of ânever have I everâ turned sour when Rafe and Topper kept coming up with the most oddly specific scenarios. Each of them left Parker putting down his fingers, looking sheepishly over at you as your cheeks turned red from embarrassment before you got up and left the circle, Rafe raising a beer bottle to his lips as he watched you intently. He followed after you that night and you melted into his arms, naĂŻvely assuming your best friend was comforting you without an ulterior motive.
And now the worst of all â Topper had cornered you as you were leaving the driving range to ask if you knew Parker was spending time with his ex, and you finally snapped.
âWhere did you hear this, Topper? Who told you?â
And because Topper was, above all, really just spineless, you got the answer out of him straight away.
Rafe. At the scene of the crime, three times in a row. What a fucking coincidence.
So, you decided youâd had enough of this bullshit, of Rafe playing games with your relationship, and you drove over to his house, marched up to his front door and banged on it with your fist until he finally opened up.
âY/N!â he said, looking genuinely excited to see you. âWhat are you doing here?â
You took a deep breath, willing yourself not to lose your shit just yet, not to get angry until you actually knew the truth.
âDo you like Parker? Do you want me to be with him?â
Rafe blinked at you, his blue eyes narrowing in confusion.
âWhat? I donât-â
âTell me the truth,â you cut in. âI want to hear you say it.â
Rafe stepped over the threshold and gently closed the door behind him, clearing his throat before he answered.
âNo. I donât, and I want you to break up with him,â he said, folding his arms.
You huffed out a humourless laugh.
âRight, well, thatâs not going to happen. Thanks a lot,â you say, willing yourself not to cry as you turn around and walk away from your best friend.
âY/N, please come back. I have my reasons!â Rafe raises his voice as he calls out to you.
âWhy do you care so much? Is this some fake chivalrous âif I canât have you, no one canâ bullshit? Just leave me alone, Rafe.â You say as you clamber down the front steps and start walking to your car.
âBecause I love you, alright?!â Rafe shouts after you.
You stop, the righteous anger you were feeling only moments before threatening to dissipate into the humid night air. You close your eyes, inhaling deeply before turning around to face your best friend.
Rafeâs breathing heavily, running his hand over his head as if to erase what he just said.
âFuck,â he hisses, his ring glinting in the moonlight as he chews on his thumb, looking pleadingly at you, willing you to say something, anything. The silence between you feels heavy as your mind races. Heâs said it before of course, but itâs usually in jest, or after you help him with something. This feels different, and you know better than to assume itâs not.
âRafe,â you say, fighting to keep your voice steady. âWhat are you doing?â You watch him warily as he takes a hesitant step towards you.
âI love you. Iâm serious. More than best friends, more than anything weâve been in the past. I love you and IâŠI canât stand to see you with someone else. I canât let it happen.â
âYou have no right-â
âHeâs not a good guy, y/n!â Rafe raises his voice again, making you flinch slightly. You scoff at his words, throwing him an incredulous glare.
âLike you can talk, Rafe. I know you â more than anyone else. Youâre not exactly in a position to be telling me whoâs good for me or not,â you snap.
Rafe huffs, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. âYeah, you got me. Iâm not perfect, fine, but I know you and I know you shouldnât be with Parker. Thatâs why I-â Rafe stops abruptly, his mouth twisting.
You step closer to him, closing the gap between you. âThatâs why you what, Rafe?â Your heart pounds and youâre sure youâre about to have your suspicions confirmed. When Rafe stands there, dumbstruck and silent, you answer for him.
âYouâre the one who started that rumour about Parker and his ex, arenât you?â
Rafeâs silence tells you everything you need to know. You shake your head, not quite believing that your best friend would try and sabotage your relationship like this.
âAnd the bonfire? That was on purpose, wasnât it? You got some dirt on Parker and wanted me to know about it.â
Rafe winced. âWell, Topper helped with that one. But seriously, this is all for your own good. Iâm trying to protect you!â
You hold your hand up. âStop. Just stop. How could you do this? Why would you try and break us up like this, just because youâre jealous? Why canât you just let me be happy? Not to mention, youâve been hurting me, Rafe! Youâre not just hurting Parker; youâre destroying me in the process.â
Youâre crying now, feeling betrayed. You had barely noticed but it had started to rain, the droplets mixing with your tears to run mascara down your cheeks. Rafe has the audacity to look concerned and regretful, to move as if to hug you and you shake his arm off before jabbing your index finger into his chest.
âYou donât get to decide whatâs best for me, Rafe. You had your chance! For years! Just because youâve finally fucking woken up doesnât mean you get to ruin my happiness. And now this bullshit about Parkerâs family? Thatâs low, even for you,â you spit, the brief warmth you felt when Rafe told you he loved you now completely cold.
Rafe shook his head. âNo, no, you donât get it! Thatâs all true! Theyâre shady fucking people and God, thatâs coming from a Cameron. You canât get caught up in their mess,â he pleads.
âYou must be out of your goddamn mind if you think Iâm going to believe you now! Why should I?â you yell before spinning on your heel and stalking down the driveway to your car, being careful to not slip on the pavement.
âY/N, wait!â Rafe calls and he catches up to you in two long strides, grabbing your wrist with his large hand. His white button-down shirt was almost transparent now and the rain was running in rivers off his nose as he looked down at you.
âPlease,â he begs. âCome inside. Let me explain. I love you, y/n, please,â Rafe looks desperate, and you almost pity him before you snap back to reality and remember why youâre so angry.
âIâm going to my boyfriendâs house,â you snarl, tugging your wrist out of his grip. âAnd if you follow me Rafe, I swear to God, I will never speak to you again.â
With that, you yank open your car door and put the keys in the ignition with shaking hands.
âFUCK!â
As you pull away, you can hear Rafe yelling your name.
You donât even look in the rearview mirror as you turn out of his street, tires squealing.
#outer banks#obx#outer banks fic#outer banks fanfic#outer banks fanfiction#obx fic#outer banks imagine#rafe cameron#obx fanfic#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron angst#rafe cameron imagine
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At first it was kind of difficult to imagine Ichigo sitting at a desk, writing into the early hours of the morning, hours he's usually out roaming the streets or working a very different kind of job. But the more they talk about it, the more easily the image comes to him. He never really saw Ichigo bent over his studies when they were together, but he knows that's because he was too much of a distraction. Without himself in the picture, it's a lot easier to imagine.
He scoffs, "I never do anything embarrassing." Very very not true. Ichigo makes himself so punchable sometimes. Shiro struggles not to roll his eyes, and plays along instead. "Oh, don't downplay that. It'll be the most interesting part of the whole story. Who doesn't love a doomed romantic subplot attached to the misunderstood character? Most of the criminal population probably doesn't read anyway."
Ichigo's not wrong, but damn that's kind of harsh. "Yeah but I'd say no to all of them real fuckin' fast to say yes to you instead." He'd drop everything and everyone for Ichigo. Obsessed, like Ichigo's going to write in his book. And he's glad for the confirmation that he's the hottest guy Ichigo knows, but he didn't really want to hear about whatever complicated thing is going on between Grimmjow and Ichigo. Except it shifts gears into something. Shiro blinks, then heaves an exasperated sigh. "I understand he's mad at me, but I'm literally so loaded I don't know what to do with it. All he has to do is say something. Hell he could'a just sent me his rent bill or something." What an asshole. He doubts Grimmjow wants handouts from him, "Or I could find work for him. Doesn't even have to be illegal shit. I have a lot of connections."
That scowl makes Shiro's hackles raise, but the words take most of the fight out of him. He's so twisted up about Ichigo. He sighs. "I do. I do wanna be friends." The problem is that he doesn't know how to be just friends with Ichigo. He's going to settle for it, because it's all he's going to get, but it's going to hurt.
He shrugs. "Not all of it. I move the important stuff. Politicians, celebrities. People who think they're being discrete. Only reason I never moved my own product before was because I didn't trust myself around it often." He offers up a sort of self deprecating smile. "That's not an issue anymore. But it's a lot of product, a lot of money and a lot of networking to trust to someone else, so it works out."
He watches Ichigo check his own vehicle from the driver seat, and starts rolling down the drive when he sees Ichigo climb into the car and start it. He takes them into the city, to a hole in the wall alt fashion shop that has too many items crammed into a too small of a space. It's his favorite place for clothes though.
"Oh, you were bein' a smartass?" There's a heavy dose of sarcasm in his tone while he rolls his eyes. But it's good to hear that Ichigo is still thinking of his sisters in this. Ever the protector. Has to make sure his sisters are alright, had to interrupt his own life to make sure Shiro gets through this treat.
He smirks slightly about that. "What would it be about? What it's like runnin' around the streets doin' everyone else's dirty work?" He scoffs, but it's good natured. "Whatever, I'm not that hard to figure out. How to understand a back alley drug dealer for dummies." He laughs, amusing himself.
Aiming a look at Ichigo, he arches a brow and disagrees. "I always need a bunch a' guys saying yes to me. Preferably hot ones." Not that he's sleeping with his staff. He tried that exactly twice. The first time was disastrously annoying and it was not a fluke.
It is a fair question, and he wants to argue that, but Ichigo keeps going to answer the question anyway. "I wasn't asking what you think, I was asking exactly what I asked." But he got Ichigo's option anyway and it doesn't surprise him. He notes that Ichigo didn't actually say yes or no to wanting him there, though. He's talking around the answer the same way Shiro did about the shirt. "I already plan on laying low for a while. As much as I can, at least. I think I'll stay in the penthouse for a while. It's a lot safer than the mansion but it'll seem less like hiding." And he can higher some muscle to keep around easy enough, like Ichigo's suggesting, he's stubborn about it. He has always been his own muscle. He's never needed security or guards, but this is getting bigger than he can handle on his own. It's getting bigger than he thinks he warrants, but he has made himself notoriously hard to get rid of.
He doesn't know how to feel about Ichigo trying to keep him and his maybe-boyfriend situation intact. It's good of him, it's the morally right thing to do. The only real problem with it Shiro has is that it's just further proof that he and Ichigo have no chance of being together again. "I'll figure things out with him, you don't need to worry about it." Or he wont. Maybe he'll sabotage his own building relationship and blame it on all the chaos of attempted assassination. His features even out. "All my habits?" This better not turn into a lecture. "He thinks I indulge a little too much sometimes, but otherwise he tolerates it. I doubt he expected anything less from a dealer. Most people don't know I was ever clean, only you. It was always weird for me not to use the product I was sellin'."
He slides into the driver seat and starts the car, then looks over at Ichigo and snorts. "You mean boring?" He shrugs. "I needed something with more cargo space that didn't stand out so much. It's easier to clean, too. Less work for my cleaner."
#blacksun#tsp activity check#omg he'd just sneak in 'yep he's alive' and sneak back out???#Like a little spy?#Or with the intention of letting Shiro know he was there?
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đŹđȘđ·đœ đŒđœđȘđ đ¶đȘđ đŻđžđ»đźđżđźđ» :âč
Pairing: Boyfriend!Heeseung Ă girlfriend!fem!reader
Synopsis: Another heated argument with you and your boyfriend Heeseung, making it your last straw. You thought it was the end for a while after leaving, until one day..
Genre/warnings: angst to fluff, toxic relationship, a lot of back and forth, idk ok.. | wc: 2k
đđđ§âđš đŁđ€đ©đ: This has been in my drafts for a while so I had to let it out. Iâve been writing SOOO MUCH HEESEUNG FICS ITS CRAZY omg. I promise diff are coming Iâm js so brain dead on what to write and I donât get requests..đ Jake ff coming out Friday nov15 for his birthday tho!! anyway go enjoy :>
The argument started innocently enough. You were waiting for Heeseung at a party youâd been planning to attend together, but he never showed. You called, texted, and waited for hours, but he never responded. When you finally got home and found him there, acting as if nothing had happened, something inside you snapped.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â you demanded, slamming the door behind you. âI waited for you all night, Hee! Do you know how embarrassing it was, standing there by myself while everyone kept asking where you were?â
He looked up from his phone, barely acknowledging your presence. âI told you I wasnât sure if I could make it.â
âYou told me you wanted to be there,â you shot back, anger rising in your chest. âBut you didnât even call, Heeseung! You just left me there, like I didnât matter at all.â
Heeseung rolled his eyes, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. âWhy are you making this such a big deal? It was just one night.â
âBecause this isnât the first time!â Your voice shook as you threw your bag onto the couch, barely able to contain your frustration. âYou keep doing thisâpromising me youâll show up, then bailing like itâs nothing. Do you even care about this relationship anymore?â
âHere we go again,â he muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear. âYouâre always turning everything into a personal attack.â
You clenched your fists, trying to hold back tears of frustration. âMaybe if you actually made an effort, I wouldnât feel like I have to âattackâ you. Iâm so tired of being the only one fighting to keep us together.â
Heeseung scoffed, throwing his phone down on the table. âOh, please. Donât act like youâre some saint here. Youâre always complaining, always finding something wrong with what I do or donât do. Itâs exhausting.â
âExhausting?â The word stung, and you felt a pang of anger so sharp it made you shake. âSo youâre saying Iâm exhausting?â
âYeah, maybe you are,â he snapped, meeting your gaze with a hard look youâd never seen from him before. âMaybe this whole thing is just⊠too much. Youâre always so needy, always wanting more. Maybe I canât give you what you want.â
Your heart pounded in your chest, the words hitting harder than he knew. âNeedy?â you repeated, voice trembling. âI donât think itâs needy to want the person I love to actually show up for me. But maybe youâre rightâmaybe Iâm asking too much from someone who clearly doesnât care.â
âOh, donât twist this around like I donât care,â he shot back. âI have my own life, my own problems. Everything doesnât revolve around you.â
âThatâs not fair, and you know it,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âYouâre the one whoâs been pulling away, Heeseung. Youâre the one whoâs been acting like Iâm some burden you have to carry. Iâm just asking you to meet me halfway, but you canât even do that, can you?â
Heeseungâs expression hardened, and for a moment, you saw something cold flicker in his eyes. âMaybe I donât want to meet you halfway,â he said, each word cutting deeper than the last. âMaybe Iâm tired of pretending like this is something itâs not.â
Your breath caught in your throat, your heart sinking as his words settled over you. âSo⊠what, then? Youâre tired of me?â
âMaybe I am,â he said, his tone bitter. âMaybe Iâm tired of constantly being made to feel like Iâm not enough, like no matter what I do, itâs never good enough for you.â
You felt your chest tighten, a tear slipping down your cheek despite your efforts to hold it back. âI just wanted you to try, Heeseung. To actually care enough to make an effort.â
âAnd I just wanted you to stop making me feel like a failure,â he shot back, his voice raising. âDo you have any idea what itâs like to constantly feel like youâre not measuring up? You keep pushing and pushing, and itâs like nothing I do will ever be enough for you.â
âThen why didnât you say that?â you yelled, feeling your anger and heartbreak twisting together into something raw and painful. âWhy did you let me keep believing that you wanted this, that you wanted us?â
âBecause I thought I did,â he said, voice cracking as he looked away. âBut lately⊠I donât know. Maybe weâve both just been holding on to something that isnât there anymore.â
His words shattered something deep inside you, a pain so intense it felt almost physical. You took a shaky breath, struggling to find the right words. âSo thatâs it?â you whispered. âYouâre just⊠giving up?â
Heeseungâs gaze softened, but he didnât move toward you. âIâm just⊠tired of hurting you,â he said quietly. âAnd tired of feeling like Iâm the problem. I canât keep doing this.â
You looked away, unable to bear the sight of him standing there, so calm, as if he hadnât just destroyed everything youâd built together. âFine,â you whispered, barely able to get the words out. âIf thatâs how you feel⊠then maybe we shouldnât keep doing this.â
For a moment, you thought he might say something, that he might reach out, try to fix the damage that had been done. But he didnât move, didnât say a word, just watched as you picked up your things and turned toward the door.
âGoodbye, Heeseung,â you said, your voice barely audible as you walked away, each step feeling heavier than the last.
As you closed the door behind you, you realized that you had been holding on to a version of him that no longer existed, a love that had withered in the space between unmet expectations and unspoken resentments. And the realization hurt more than anything he could have said, because now you knew that sometimes love simply isnât enough.
Weeks had passed since that night, but the pain still sat heavy in your chest, a constant reminder of the words you both threw like daggers. You had told yourself it would get easierâthat eventually, youâd stop replaying the fight over and over, picking apart every sentence, wondering if you could have said or done something differently.
But every time you closed your eyes, you could still see him standing there, looking at you with that mixture of anger and something elseâsomething you couldnât name.
Tonight, you found yourself sitting in a quiet cafĂ©, stirring a mug of coffee you hadnât touched. Youâd come here hoping the change of scenery would help, but all it did was bring memories crashing back, drowning you in thoughts you had been trying so hard to escape. And then, as if fate had a cruel sense of humor, the doorbell chimed, and there he was.
Heeseung.
He hadnât seen you yet, and you almost turned away, almost gathered your things to leave before he noticed. But some part of youâmaybe it was the part that hadnât stopped missing him, the part that still ached for him despite everythingâstayed rooted in place.
As if sensing your presence, Heeseung looked up, his eyes widening slightly when they met yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, both frozen in the shared silence. Finally, he took a breath and walked over, his steps hesitant, as if he, too, was unsure of how this would go.
âHey,â he said, his voice softer than you remembered, almost as if he were afraid of breaking something fragile.
âHi,â you replied, your own voice barely above a whisper.
He sat down across from you, and for a moment, the two of you just sat in silence, both unsure of where to start. The tension was thick, memories of the fight still hanging heavily between you.
âI⊠I didnât expect to see you here,â he said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.
âI didnât expect to see you, either,â you replied, your tone guarded.
Heeseung looked down at the table, then back up at you, his eyes searching yours. âIâve been thinking about⊠that night. About the things we both said.â
A lump formed in your throat, and you swallowed hard, nodding slightly. âMe too,â you admitted, voice trembling.
âI didnât mean to hurt you,â he said, his gaze never leaving yours. âI know thatâs probably hard to believe after everything, but⊠I never wanted things to end up like that.â
âThen why did you let it get to that point?â you whispered, the hurt and confusion youâd been carrying pouring out before you could stop it. âWhy didnât you just talk to me, Heeseung? Why did you make me feel like I was the problem?â
He sighed, looking down at his hands. âBecause⊠because I didnât know how to tell you that I was struggling. I thought I was supposed to handle everything on my own, and I didnât want to burden you with my issues. But in trying to protect you, I pushed you away, and thatâs on me.â
His admission cracked something open inside you, and you felt a surge of conflicting emotionsârelief, sadness, anger. âI wouldâve been there for you, Heeseung. All I wanted was to be there for you.â
âI know,â he said, his voice barely more than a whisper. âI realize that now. I just⊠I guess I was scared. Scared of being vulnerable. Scared of letting you see the parts of me that Iâve always tried to hide.â
You felt a tear slip down your cheek, but you didnât bother to wipe it away. âYou didnât have to be perfect for me, Heeseung. I never wanted that. I just wanted you.â
He reached out hesitantly, his hand hovering over yours, and for a moment, you thought he might pull back. But then, slowly, he took your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours, warm and familiar.
âI donât know if I can fix what I broke,â he said quietly, his eyes full of regret. âBut⊠if thereâs still a part of you that wants to try, Iâd do anything to make it right.â
You looked down at his hand, the memories of all the times youâd held each other, all the promises youâd once shared. Part of you wanted to say yes, to let yourself fall back into the warmth of him, to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different this time.
But another part of you remembered the painâthe nights spent wondering if you were enough, the feeling of constantly fighting to hold onto someone who kept slipping away.
âI donât know if I can trust you again, Heeseung,â you said, voice breaking. âYou hurt me so much. I donât know if I can go through that again.â
His grip on your hand tightened slightly, desperation flashing in his eyes. âI know I messed up, and I know it might take a long time to earn back your trust. But if thereâs even the smallest part of you that thinks we could make this work⊠I promise Iâll do whatever it takes.â
Silence settled between you, thick with emotion, as you weighed his words. You knew that forgiveness wouldnât come easily, that the scars from that night would always be there, etched into your heart. But looking at him now, at the vulnerability in his eyes, you saw a glimpse of the Heeseung youâd fallen in love withâthe one who had once made you feel like you were his whole world.
Taking a shaky breath, you met his gaze. âIf we do this⊠it canât be like before. We both have to be honest with each other, even when itâs hard. No more hiding, no more pretending.â
He nodded, a look of relief washing over his face. âI promise,â he said, his voice full of conviction. âNo more hiding.â
Slowly, cautiously, you let yourself smile, a small glimmer of hope flickering in your chest. It would be a long road, full of challenges and doubts, but for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other.
And this time, youâd fight for each otherâtogether.
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I was the one who made reader have a you her sibling they take care of, just saying, it was so amazing. I love it:D. I have another request. This one was a bit weird and rushed cause like I'm a sleepover with two of my cousins so
Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Art the Clown, Stu Matcher, Thomas Hewitt, Jason, Michael, Billy Lenz, Pinhead, Tiffany (if you write for her) Charles/Chucky, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Brahms. If you want to add more or get rid of some it's okay. But you can either have it platonic of them being a younger sibling or child (adopted or not) going to a sleepover. Maybe sneaking out to it. They go to find out where they are and find them in a house and they are being loud, laughing, and just being kids
If you don't do platonic (cause I can't remember if you do or don't) then do it romantically and just like the same thing. You can change things if you that helps and sorry about this. But, the request I first made and you did, it was a great and made me smile cause I didn't expect it so thanks for that
slashers reactions to their younger sibling reader sneaking out to a sleepover ; headcanons
WARNING: None
PAIRING: Billy Loomis & Sibling! Reader, Bubba Sawyer & Sibling! Reader, Art the Clown & Sibling! Reader, Stu Macher & Sibling! Reader, Thomas Hewitt & Sibling! Reader, Jason Voorhees & Sibling! Reader, Michael Myers & Sibling! Reader, Billy Lenz & Sibling! Reader, Pinhead & Sibling! Reader, Tiffany Valentine & Sibling! Reader, Charles Lee Ray/Chucky & Sibling! Reader, Bo Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Vincent Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Lester Sinclair & Sibling! Reader, Brahms Heelshire & Sibling! Reader
NOTE: Hope you enjoyed this! I could imagine so many of them struggling to hold back but ultimately wanting to let you just be a kid and have fun. Thank you so much for this request; it was a blast to write!
BILLY LOOMIS
Youâve managed to sneak out quietly, thinking Billy wonât notice because heâs engrossed in a movie marathon.
But within half an hour, he realizes youâre gone and his âbig siblingâ instincts kick in.
He shows up at the house with that intense, unblinking stare that could stop anyone mid-laugh.
Who do you think you are, sneaking out like this?
Heâs relieved (and slightly embarrassed) to see you just goofing off with friends.
Pretends to be unimpressed when youâre caught off guard.
Heâll let you stayâfor nowâ
With the most deadpan expression, muttering,
âYou couldâve just told me.â
But heâs not about to let you get away with it.
Once youâre back home, heâs the silent-but-deadly type. Just know youâre grounded.
BUBBA SAWYER
Bubba panics the minute he realizes youâre gone, running through the house and making distressed sounds as he searches for you.
He's going to family members and pointing to where your things should be.
The whole family tries to calm him down, but heâs inconsolable until he finds a clue leading him to the sleepover house.
When he tracks you down, heâs so relieved he doesnât know what to do.
Seeing you safe and having fun brings tears to his eyes.
Heâll probably sit outside the house, just quietly waiting for you to finish.
If you notice him, he might wave shyly or even try to make himself âinvisible.â
ART THE CLOWN
Oh, Art knows youâve snuck out, and heâs amused.
Heâs both delighted to have a reason to check in and irritated that you thought you could get away with this.
Appears at the sleepover out of nowhere, scaring the life out of anyone who notices him lurking outside.
Watches silently, only making himself known to you with that twisted grin of his, waving as if to say, âCaught you!â
Doesn't stop you from having fun but does make it clear that he knowsâand will remember.
Expect creepy antics as payback when you get home.
STU MACHER
Stu probably wasnât paying enough attention to notice you sneaking out right away, but once he does..
He's MAD.
Once he finds the house, heâs too tempted not to sneak around and scare the shit out of all of you.
Might throw a pebble at the window to get your attention and then give you a dramatic pout, mouthing,
âHow could you leave me out?â
When you get home, heâll give you a long (and playful) guilt trip about how you left him to "suffer".
THOMAS HEWITT
Notices youâre missing right away.
Thomas doesnât like you out of his sight, so he feels uneasy, imagining the worst.
He follows you quietly, not wanting to interrupt.
When he spots you through the window, safe and laughing, he stops, taking a deep breath of relief.
Watches you with a slight smile, just relieved to see you having fun.
Heâs happy that youâre being a normal kid and knows better than to interrupt that.
Will probably leave you alone and probably won't bring it up, ever.
He would definitely prefer if you let him know though.
JASON VOORHEES
Jasonâs heart drops when he notices youâre not in your usual spot, and heâs anxious as he starts tracking you down.
Heâs relieved to see you laughing and safe with friends.
Stays outside or hidden, keeping a protective eye.
He doesnât want to interrupt but also doesnât want anything sneaking up on you.
Plus, who knows if these kids don't mean any harm?
Might leave little signs outside (like stacked stones) to let you know he was there, just to make sure youâre safe.
MICHAEL MYERS
Heâs annoyed.
Why would you leave his protection?
Michael doesnât even try to blend in; heâs the shadow at the window.
Once you see his white mask peeking in, you know the jig is up.
He wonât cause a scene, but he just stares until you get the message.
When you sneak out to meet him, heâll give you a tiny âyou-know-betterâ look, but heâs not madâhe just wants you safe.
Doesnât reveal himself to anyone else, but heâll stay there the entire time.
When you get home, expect a long, silent stare, reminding you that youâre not as sneaky as you think.
BILLY LENZ
He notices right away.
Billy has a keen eye for your whereabouts, and heâs instantly on the move, tracking you down.
Peers through the window, watching you play with a pout.
He feels oddly betrayed but finds your happiness too endearing to be angry.
He wonât disrupt the fun, but you might catch a glimpse of him outside, holding his hands up in an âIâm watching youâ gesture.
When you get home, heâll tease you nonstop about âabandoning him.â
PINHEAD
This is completely out of the ordinary, and he is both confused and a bit annoyed that you snuck out without informing him.
Appears in his signature, intimidating way, silently observing from outside.
He finds the concept of a âsleepoverâ curious.
Heâs more contemplative about it, watching as if studying some strange new human ritual.
He waits until youâre ready to return and then accompanies you back without a word.
You can expect a very stern lecture when you get home about the importance of communicationâŠ
TIFFANY VALENTINE
She realizes quickly that youâre gone and storms out to find you, though her angerâs more worried than anything.
When she spots you through the window, laughing and having fun, her irritation fades into a soft smile.
She wonât interrupt, just stands outside and watches for a bit.
She loves seeing you like this, happy and unbothered.
When you get back, sheâll playfully scold you but then pull you into a hug, reminding you to tell her next time.
CHUCKY (CHARLES LEE RAY)
Chuckyâs annoyed at first, muttering to himself,
âWhat does this kid think theyâre doing?â
Heâs irritated youâd sneak off, especially without his âpermission,â and tracks you down, grumbling the entire way.
When he finds you, he feels an odd mix of pride and annoyance.
He likes your independence but also doesnât like feeling âleft out.â
Gives you a wicked grin through the window, mouthing, âWeâre talking later.â
Heâll grumble that ânext time, you should let him know,â but heâs proud you managed to sneak out without him noticing.
BO SINCLAIR
Bo is mad and lets you know it.
Heâs worried youâre in danger, and when he finds you, heâs that overprotective brother with his arms crossed.
He pulls you aside, lecturing you on safety and probably embarrassing you in front of your friends.
But once he knows youâre okay, he lets up a bit and waits outside for you, a little softer.
At home, he pretends heâs still mad but lets you off the hook pretty easily.
VINCENT SINCLAIR
Vincentâs used to you being close by, so when youâre not there, heâs unnerved and worried.
Tracks you down and watches quietly, almost touched to see you carefree with your friends.
Leaves a little note or sketch somewhere youâll find it later, a reminder of his presence even when youâre far away.
Heâs quiet when you get home, but thereâs a warmth to his gaze.
You should him next time..
LESTER SINCLAIR
Lesterâs both amused and concerned when he finds you missing.
He tracks you down quickly, not one for letting you go unguarded.
When he finds you through the window, he watches with a fond smile, chuckling at your carefree attitude.
Might knock on the door and make up an excuse to check on you if you notice him, but heâll mostly just let you have your fun.
Gives you a playful nudge and a âdonât think youâre getting away that easy next timeâ when you get back.
BRAHMS HEELSHIRE
Brahms does not take this well, feeling abandoned and maybe a bit betrayed.
When he tracks you down, he watches from the shadows, arms crossed, grumpy but protective.
Might stare until you feel his gaze and look over at him, just so you know he found you.
When you return, expect a big fuss, with Brahms grumbling about how much he âsufferedâ in your absence.
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Reputation to uphold
Day 5: No need for poetry.
Summary: Hiding the letters is his first priorities.
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Word Count: 1368
Warnings: fluff, azzie being a shy baby đ„č
A/n: i loved writing this hehehe (i wrote most of this in 40 mins đ)
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"I missed this, mama." Hazel sighed, pulling away her cup of hot chocolate. Azriel smiled, looking over at his daughter, sitting next to his now son in law, Kaden.
What did I say? He was going to take away my daughter.
Y/n raised her brows. "Itâs barely been a week since youâve last had it."
Hazel grimaced. "Yeah, and his hot chocolate does not compare."
"Hey thatâs mean!" Kaden sputtered, choking on his own drink.
"Yeah, stop being mean to my son."
Hazel rolled her eyes, turning to her father.
"Dad, come on, tell me a story." She had always been fond of listening to stories, and Az, wanting to make his daughter happy, had begun the new habit of telling stories every night.
Azriel glanced at his wife as she settled in next to him, warmth spreading in his chest. No matter how long theyâd been married for, even just the sight of Y/n filled Azriel with happiness. Just as it had back when he had first seen her in the market, giggling with her friends over something.
"What do you want to hear about?"
Hazel leaned back, contemplating before perking up. "How you met mom and got married."
Azrielâs cheeks warmed, and he prayed his wife did not notice.
"Look dad, youâve always said I was too young to know, but now I am even married. I want to know."
Azriel sighed, looking to his wife for help.
"Yeah Az, I wanna know the story too." Y/n grinned, not meeting his eyes.
Knowing he would not be allowed to leave without reliving his most embarrassing moments, he got comfortable in his chair.
"I saw her in the market one day. She was with her friends, and I instantly knew I was going to marry her one day."
She had been so ethereal, and she was in just a simple flowy dress. Her hair had been pinned out of her face, the breeze softly playing with the strands the way Azriel wished he could. Her smile, it could have brought him to his knees. And her sparkling eyes spoke of kindness far more louder than actions, the love and compassion for her fellow fae shining through every blink.
"Did you ever write her love letters and poetry?"
Azriel scoffed, focusing on the dark dregs at the bottom of his cup. "Me? I donât have to resort to poetry."
Azriel felt his wifeâs gaze on him, and he could picture her perfectly, sitting there, eyebrows raised in a are you sure about that? gesture.
"Yeah, he just ended up drowning in the river trying to impress me."
Azriel turned to glare at Y/n accusingly, who simply shrugged. "Now Az, lying is bad. Someone has to tell the truth."
Azriel grumbled, then again began. This time, truthfully. "Feyre needed some paint supplies from the market, and because I was free, I offered to get them for her."
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Azriel never thought he would ever ask someone for a romantic day out. After all, he never had to do that. He would just give females a glance and they would ask him to spend time with them themselves.
But this time, it was not happening. The female in the market square barely spared him a glance when he sidled up to her, pretending to look at all the brightly coloured pots on display at the stand she was giggling with her friends over.
"Y/n, that pot would look so good with your couch!"
Y/n. That name would certainly look good with Azrielâs name next to it.
"Yes Cindy, Iâm going to cook on my couch."
Azriel smiled down at the pot in his hands, biting his cheek.
"It certainly is beautiful though." He mumbled, voice low so only Y/n could hear as her two other friends started bickering. He felt her stiffen before she glanced at him.
"That it is. But I donât think Iâm in need of more things."
Azriel swallowed, nodding. "You live near?"
Finally, he gathered the courage to meet her narrowed eyes. "Why do you ask?"
He smiled with a confidence he did not feel. "Where will I pick you up from for our dinner tomorrow then if you donât tell me?"
She reared back as if his words had a physical impact on him.
"I- Iâm sorry, Iâm not interested."
Azriel blinked. But before he could say anything, she had grabbed her friendsâ hands and dragged them away.
But from the slight blush on her face, he knew that he only needed to try and she would agree.
He bought the pot she had been eyeing so longingly just moments before, then hurried to go get the paints Feyre had asked for.
He was so sure he wouldnât have to resort to poetry.
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The next day, Azriel was back at the market square, trying to figure out which direction she had gone. He had probably been wandering around aimlessly when he spotted the beautiful head of the lady he was so enthralled by.
"Hey. Pleasant day." He said as he fell in step beside the unsuspecting female.
She jumped, wide, frantic eyes meeting his own. Exasperation spread through her features as she realised it was him.
"You- what are you doing here?"
He shrugged, grinning as he held his gloved hand out. "Iâm Azriel."
Her brows furrowed. She probably thought Azriel was loose in the head. "Y/n."
"Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."
She sighed. "Look, Iâve already told you Iâm not interested."
"Why not?"
She paused. "I donât like males who think theyâre entitled to my time."
He nodded sagely. "Me neither. I hate people like that. But look at this like this, I want to get to know you. Maybe this could be something-"
She sighed. "No. Sorry."
Azrielâs palms turned sweaty. He had found her again, he did not want to let her go without getting something out of this. Even one evening of talking was enough. "I- I am the high lordâs shadowsinger."
Her gaze hardened. "Are you threatening me?"
His eyes widened. "No! I could never! Iâm just tryingâŠ"
"Trying what?"
"To make you interested in me. It has worked before."
She rolled her eyes. "I donât like males who try to entice me by stating their high powers."
Panic seized Azriel. This was going very wrong very quickly, and he did not like it one bit.
"I did not mean it that way-"
"Really, sir, I do not care what you meant and what you didnât. Just leave me alone."
Azriel was left gaping after her, breathing heavy.
Fuck.
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Azriel balled up another paper, throwing it behind him before clutching his head.
He had decided that being arrogant and trying to keep up his records of never having to resort to poetry would not help him.
Your eyes like the sun,Shining so beautiful,Your hair like waterfall,You-
Was Azriel truly so bad at poetry?
He was doomed.
She wouldnât give him the time of day, evident by her refusal to even acknowledge him the three times he had tried to interact with her after that day at the market, and he was losing hope. He had sent countless letters and poems already to her house through his shadows, and he still had received no response.
Maybe he was well and truly doomed.
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"You know, I still have all those letters and poems."
Azrielâs head whipped to look at his wife, eyes wide. "Why?"
She shrugged, getting up from the couch and taking the cup from Hazel and kaden, both who grinned unabashedly.
"You think I would burn or throw away letters of desperation sent by the spymaster?" Y/n snorted. "Let me get them for you, children."
"No!" Azriel semi-yelled, shooting to his feet before dashing into their bedroom, hoping to stop her before she even tried to reveal all his secrets.
Loud laughter followed the frantic spymaster, but he did not care. All he cared about was finding those letters and burning them, or maybe atleast hiding them away so his wife couldnât tease him about it.
He had a reputation to uphold, after all.
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Benâs Big BL Blurb 2: Fall is Finally Here
I am simply too busy with worth, family, other hobbies, and life to write about every show in real time anymore. Iâm sorry to all the Stray Thoughts readers whoâve reached out about whether I would pick that back up, and I simply just do not have the time to do them anymore. Instead, Iâll try to do one of these as often as I can to catch up on things.
First, letâs go over some shows I finished recently that I donât think I wrote much about.
First Note of Love
I was so happy to see Michael back on screen, and I was glad to see that heâs still able to get great chemistry with his co-star. Unfortunately, I donât think this show was very coherent, so I didnât get a lot out of it emotionally. It was a pretty inoffensive watch overall, and thus an easy show to put on without having to work through too much. I liked the work between everyone, and Mei Lei was such a fun character. Probably wonât return to this one, though.Â
Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo
This is probably the show of the year for me. Thereâs so much I loved about this show. I loved that the characters had sex, but were neither rewarded nor punished for it; their sex didnât solve any problems. I also really love how this show explored how childhood trauma expresses in two different kinds of boys, and I love that we got to see a bully reckon with his actions and get closure. I love that this show ended with them being kinda poor, but happy together. I love how messed up they both were about everything. I loved that Juyeong wasnât stupid, and could read what was going on.
I clearly need to write a separate post to unpack everything I felt in this show.
Letâs move on to what Iâm watching currently, in no particular orderâŠstarting with the lesbians, and then the worst BLs.
Apple My Love
Genuinely having fun with this GL. I like how quickly most of the drama plays out. Itâs giving me quite a bit of secondhand embarrassment, but I like the characterizations in this show. This new production house brought us Knock Knock, Boys! and Monster Next Door this year. We need to keep an eyes on them.Â
Haunted Hearts
Iâm so fascinated by Oxin Films teaming up with Regal Entertainment. The leads are very attractive, but the cinematography is really boring. Iâm trying to stay invested, but itâs kind of a sleepy watch. Also amused that they started airing a ghost romance right after Halloween ended. Iâve kind of moved on emotionally from the season.
My Damn Business
This show could be good, but itâs not. I struggled with episode 5 because our lead looked more relaxed and happier with his senior than the guy heâs getting into a romance with. Thereâs something missing here in this one, but I canât exactly put my finger on it. I think itâs primarily a side effect of the short run time, but I think the bossâs interest isnât landing properly for the employee to respond to.Â
Eccentric Romance
This show could be good, but itâs not. Still, I am obsessed with a murder mystery being the primary source of confusion between our leads. I was willing to forgive this show a lot of its rough edges, but it failed to handle the turn from friendship to sexual/romance really well. I feel like our guys just started dating and having sex, and Iâm a bit frustrated that they didnât talk about it really at all, particularly since this show features two different languages spoken on screen. Genuinely looking forward to seeing how this one finishes.Â
See Your Love
Iâm not sure this show is exactly working that well, but everyone is very pretty and Iâm having a decent time watching it. I like the way Shao Peng stands up for himself, and I like that nothing thatâs happened has been totally unbelievable or unreasonable (at least with the mains). Iâll be curious how the hard of hearing and deaf viewers respond to this one once itâs complete.Â
Love is Like a Poison
This show is actually so funny. I love that Shiba is in his own lawyer genre separate from everyone else, and I really like how the two of these guys have become a team. Iâm curious how they manage to resolve the scamming next week, but this has been the most unexpected dynamic of the year.Â
Love in the Air: Koi no Yukon
MAME won this year, yâall. We all have complicated feelings about her, but sheâs secured a loving adaptation from a Japanese team thatâs put solid effort into bringing her characters to life. Every character feels correct compared to their Thai counterpart we saw on screen, and thatâs a strong sign that the writing behind MAMEâs work is strong, even if we all have issues with the way she tackles certain themes. Iâm really impressed with this adaptation, and really like this version of Rain.I also feel like this show is doing a better job blending the forthcoming couple focus shift.
Our Youth
We just got this show, but damn does it feel sharp! Iâm always going to be a sucker for a cinephile character, and Iâm so compelled by the way Minase is drawn to Hirukawa. The scene in episode 2 where Minase has to leave Hirukawaâs house might be one of the most impressive sequences weâve had in a while, requiring a great deal of choreography and effort from the actors and the camera crew to pull off, and Iâm excited to see how these characters split and then come back together.Â
Smells Like Green Spirit
Let me just say that I need another Abe Alan appearance when he isnât playing a character doing horrible things to his students. Iâve enjoyed meditating on the 90s with this show and what that era felt like. Iâve liked how the show has tried to focus on how different parents (especially the moms) have responded to their kids coming to terms with themselves. Iâve also really enjoyed the friendship thatâs grown between Mishima and Kirino. Iâm struggling with Yumeno a lot, because Iâm really not a friend of bully romances. Still, I feel like this is one of those shows Iâll remember for a long time because of its focus on the 90s.Â
Blue Canvas of Youthful Days
I think @lurkingshan covered reactions to episode 5 and episode 6 better than I could, and I loved @twig-tea giving context for the film history moment in episode 6. I remember screaming into the chat for friends to show up for this when I got to that moment. This show has two great pairs of dynamics going on that mirror well. Itâs got such a strong handle on its charactersâ motivations and how they would respond to the actions from each other. Itâs probably the tightest thing Iâm watching now, backed by extremely dialed-in performances. I will be thinking about Qi Lu organizing his potential first kiss with Qin Xiao, and how unapologetic heâs been about the entire affair. Heâs being selfish here, but I kinda like it. Iâm so thankful that we are somehow still getting this show, because goddamn do the Chinese actors deliver on chemistry sometimes.
Interview With the Vampire Season 2
I finished this with a friend last week, and holy fuck is this show still so, so good. We watch a lot of gay romance because of BL, and I am having so much fun watching the show about gay divorce. I loved the time we spent in Paris, Danielâs shifting role in the narrative, and the new insights we got into Lestat this season. I will miss Claudia so much, and I have to give a standing ovation to Delainey Hayles stepping into the role of Claudia and doing the damn thing this season. I just love seeing my little fucked up gay people torment each other on screen.
I'm still thinking about Louis and Lestat reuniting in a hurricane after Claudia derided this as yet another chapter in their stormy romance.
Dropped Shows
Unfortunately, everyone canât win. Some of these shows are just too long for me to keep up with them, and oftentimes I get bored. Iâve currently dropped:
Lovesick 2024 - I may go back. Weâll see
Jack & Joker - Itâs just too long, and they just killed Jennie and a kid. Iâm good.
Fourever You - Iâm bored with Earth always playing this character type.
Pluto - Namtam and Film are beautiful, but this looks too messy right now.
Every You, Every Me - Wasnât intrigued after episode 1, but the commentary may draw me back.
Kidnap - Ohm is not enough to keep me invested in this show.Â
Uncle Unknown - How did they make a 6 minute show feel slow?
Iâm genuinely not trying to be harsh to Thai shows out here, but I just do not have the time to keep up with all of them when theyâre this long and dragging.
Thanks for stopping by, and let me know if thereâs something I missed that I should check out.
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Do You Wanna Touch Me?
18+ ONLY
Summary: Part Two to Hotblooded, Reader can't help herself. She needs Dean anyway she can get him.
Warnings: Smut, Masturbation, Spice, Dirty Talk
Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader
A/N: wow. I did not expect that last one to get so much love and attention! Thank you all for being so kind! This is only my second ? time writing smut, so I hope it meets your expectations. I may keep this one going for at least one more part if you guys are interested. :) As always, comments, reblogs, and likes are always appreciated!
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I had been trying to fall asleep for hours now, and yet here I lay, half naked and clinging to a pillow for dear life. The ingredients in my drink from earlier were still running their course through my system and had left me panting at the mere thought of Dean. Iâd rid myself of my T-shirt before Sam had even left my room, heat emanating from my body at a rapid pace. Sam had awkwardly averted his gaze before locking me in and reminding me that I should feel better after I rest. And yet even hours later, I feel like Iâll die if I donât see Dean soon, speak to him, touch himâŠ
               I groan as I shift to snag my phone from the nightstand, my hips rolling deliciously against the pillow below me. Feral thoughts of the hunter a few doors down rack my brain and I quickly pull up his contact before pressing the call button. His ringtone echoes down the hall from where I assume he is in the library before he answers.
               âHey, Darlinâ,â His voice alone causes my heart to race, a gasp leaving my lips, âAre you okay?â
               I shuffle to straddle the pillow below me as he speaks, the worry for me in his voice sending me into a frenzy, âNo. I need you.â I practically cry into the speaker, âNeed you so bad.â
               He sighs deeply and I can hear papers shuffling in the background, âYou should be asleep, Sweetheart.â
               âCanât sleep.â I mumble, rolling my hips against the pillow as he speaks, âCan only think about you. I donât think Iâll think of anything else ever again.â
               âIâm trying to find something to help make it easier for you, Iâm sorry.â He whispers, papers shuffling again, âI promise, itâs got to wear off eventually.â
               I let out a frustrated sound, my bottom lip jutting out as I whine, âIâm going to die in here! Iâm going to die from needing you so bad and you wont even come in here to help me.â
               âI canât come help you, Baby. Itâs not you thatâs asking for this.â He whispers and I can hear the frustration in his voice. One part of me is yelling for me to shut up, to hang up the phone and go to bed, try to somehow go to sleep and forget this ever happenedâŠbut the other part of me is ravenous, feral for the man on the other end of the line, and she is not going to lose this battle without a fight.
               âItâs your job to help people, Dean.â I cry out, a low blow I know, but the desperation coursing through my veins wonât let up, âAre you really going to leave me here like this?â
               âDonât do that.â He growls out, âI told you before that we could talk about this when youâre not drunk off some god-level fuck juice. I want to talk about this. I do want to help you, but I wonât go in that room.â
               His take-no-shit tone goes straight to my core, which I know is the exact opposite of what heâs looking for, but I canât stop imagining the firm look on his face as he scolds me. My hips roll quicker, a ravenous feeling overtaking my thoughts, âPlease keep talking.â I whisper as my eyes close. I hear his breathing hitch, but he doesnât speak for a moment, and I bite my lip nervously. Did I make him upset? I donât think I can live with myself if heâs upset with me, âIâm sorry, I didnât-.â
               âDonât apologize.â He cuts me off quickly, âWhat are you doing?â
               Embarrassment should flood my system, but the idea of being caught getting off to his voice just spurs me on. I lift off the pillow to roll my shorts down my legs and then position myself over it again, âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â I whisper seductively into the speaker. Hoping, practically praying, that he knows and heâll throw whatever righteousness he has left out the window to come help me reach my goal. Sweat pours down my forehead and a heaviness sits in my hips, I rut against the pillow again to try and alleviate the feeling, a small moan leaving my lips as I do.
               The rough sound of his chair sliding across the library floor and his heavy boots thudding as he walks stills me. I sit with bated breath listening to the sound through the phone, waiting to hear him outside my door, âWhere are you going?â
               I hear him chuckle quietly before his voice finally graces my ear again, âWhere do you think Iâm going?â I hear his boots come to a stop, but no sound comes from the hallway in front of my room.
               I groan in frustration, rutting against the pillow isnât bringing the amount of relief that my body needs and the thought of Dean not being here to help me brings a sinking feeling in my stomach, âWhere are you?â
               A door clicks closed on his end before he speaks, âWhat are you wearing?â He whispers gruffly, sending a shock to my core. I stay quiet for a moment before he whispers a bit softer, âYou told me to keep talking. I wonât come in that room with you, but I am going to help you. Now, what are you wearing?â
               Though he canât see me, I nod quickly and glance down to my torso. Thankful for the black lace panty set cladding my body so I donât have to lieâŠI donât think I could lie to him right now, âMy underwear.â I whisper, holding my breath while I wait for him to speak again, âItâs black and lacy and I think youâd really like it.â
               He groans quietly and I can hear him lay down on what I assume is his own bed, âIâd like to see that.â
               âCome here and you can.â My breathing is heavy, anticipation building throughout me as I beg him, âPlease.â
               âPlease? You gonna beg me, Sweetheart?â He whispers lowly, the teasing tone spurs me on and I roll my hips against the pillow again, moaning louder as I do. I hear him suck in a breath before he continues, âTell me what you want me to do to you.â
âTouch me. Please, touch me.â I cry out, âI need you all over me.â
               He chuckles darkly, âI canât right now, can I? But, you can.â
 At his words my hips stutter, I glance down at the pillow as I slide back toward my headboard, âYou want me toâŠâ
âTouch yourself, Baby. Where do you want my hands?â His voice is low as he instructs me and I dust the hand not holding my phone across my chest as I listen to his breathing, âWhere do you want me to touch you?â
 âEverywhere. My chest, my legs, myâŠ.â I gasp as my fingertips rub over my clothed nipples; eyes still closed, I imagine his fingers being the ones ghosting across my frame.
I can practically hear the smile on his face when he speaks again, his voice quiet and heavy, âYeah, I wanna touch you there, too. I canât stop thinking about the things I want to do to you.â
âWhat else do you want to do to me?â I whisper, my hands making their way down my body at a slow pace. I play with the hem of my panties, imagining itâs his thick fingers there teasing me as he speaks slowly into my ear.
âI wanna spend all day between your legs, Baby. Wanna fuck you so good, you forget your name.â He whispers huskily, his breathing is heavier and I almost cum at the thought that he must be touching himself, too. I slide my hand into my panties and moan breathlessly at the feeling of relief that rushes my system. I circle my fingers around my opening, brushing my fingertips over the bud at the apex every so often
               âYou drive me crazy,â I groan, throwing my head back against the headboard as I picture his face between my thighs and all the filthy noises he would be making while he eats me, âI need more. You make me so wet.â
               He curses into the speaker and I can hear his breathing quicken, âTake off your clothes.â The harshness in his voice causes my eyes to snap open and rushes me to strip bare faster than I ever have. I remain quiet as I lay alone, listening to his rapid breathing on the other end of the line, âYou want me to fuck you, Baby?â
               I nod dumbly before realizing that he still canât see me and quickly recover, âYes.â
               âI want you on your hands and knees. Arch your back and touch yourself.â I nod again, rolling quickly to my hands and knees to do as he asks, âI canât see you, Sweetheart. Are you listening to me?â
               âYes, Sir.â I mumble as I rush to put the phone on speaker and roll my hips against my fingers, âIâm listening.â
               âGood girl.â He replies, chuckling as I moan at the name, âYou like that?â
               âYes. I love that.â I pant, rubbing faster against the bundle nerves between my thighs. My eyes roll back at the feeling and I try my best to focus on Deanâs voice as he continues to talk me through this.
               âAll those little sounds your making are getting me so hard, Darlinâ. I canât stop thinking about how good you must feel, about how good Iâd make you feel.â His husky whispers sends my imagination into overdrive as I raise up to sit on my heels. A single finger sinks into me and I moan out at the relief, âIâve been thinking about being inside you all day. Whatever you want me to do to you, Iâd do it. I want to be so deep inside you.â
               My eyes roll at his words, my breathing becoming heavier and I barely hear him when he asks, âYou close, Sweetheart? Want me to make you cum?â The teasing lilt in his voice urging my hands to move quicker, my fingers rushing in and out of my opening like lightening. My toes curl and my vision goes blurry as the orgasm crashes into me suddenly. His name leaves my lips like a prayer as I come down and I hear him grunt, whispering my name quietly against the phone speaker.
               My breathing is heavy when I finally speak, âThank you.â
               He chuckles awkwardly and I can imagine the way a blush covers his cheeks when he replies, âNo need to thank me, Darlinâ. I think I got just as much out of this as you did.â
               I laugh a little in response, feeling the hint of a blush rising in my own cheeks. The relief I feel is insurmountable and I can feel exhaustion taking over my body in exchange for the rabid horniness from earlier. âDo you think this is over? The potion, I mean.â I ask, waiting for the intense feeling of want to return.
               âGuess weâll have to wait and see.â He mumbles, âIf you need me again though, just call.â
               âWill do.â I reply, âWe do have a lot to talk about when Iâm feeling better thoughâŠâ
               He laughs nervously before trying to hide it as a cough before agreeing, âYeah, uh, we do.â
               âIâll see you after my nap, Dean.â I answer with a slight smile, âAnd then we can see just how quickly I forget my name.â
               He snorts and I can hear the smirk in his voice, âSet a timer, Sweetheart, it wonât take long.â
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Reader fails at flirting - Mihawk, & Crocodile
Content: SFW content, clumsiness, ranting, & bad pick up lines
Notes* Thank you for your patience while I struggled through my writerâs block! This was a request from a looong time ago but I no longer have that ask to reply to it seems. I believe Smoker was also supposed to be here, but Iâm just going to upload this and take it easy while I get back into the writing spirit :)Â
Mihawk
Not the type for talking, attempts at flirting with Mihawk usually end up with long, awkward silences that you feel the need to fill, which makes you sound even more awkward as you bounce from topic to topic
He was always the first to show up at the Warlord meetings, and since you worked in the building, it gave you an opportunity to chat him up as you pour the champagne for each guest
He only barely glances at you every now and then as you try to get his attention, ranting on about whatever comes to mind in the moment and asking him questions that he doesnât respond to
You always end up feeling defeated at the end of the day. Always left with the heavy feeling that he just doesnât like you, no matter what you say
Eventually you decide that you canât keep pestering him. Next time thereâs a meeting, you decide not to shoot into chatter with him when he arrives
You keep your head down, silence in the room. You can feel his eyes on your back as you walk around, watering the plants and doing whatever you can do to stay in his presence without having to talk to him
And then,
âIs something wrong?â
Youâre embarrassed by how fast you look back at him. Itâs the first time heâs addressed you. You, stuttering like mad, tell him that nothing is wrong
âYou didnât greet me today.â
He sounds⊠Disappointed. You ask him why he never responded, adding that you thought you had been annoying him, and that you werenât even sure he knew who you were
Then he says your name- your full one. He starts to repeat information youâve told him about yourself, a mix of information that you had thrown at him over all the different times youâve met him. It touches your heart that he remembers it all
âI know who you are very well, actually. If you gave me a moment to think of my answers, I would have been able to share. You speak too quickly.â
He explains it so bluntly, but now that you think about it- you didnât really give him much time to think before you moved on to the next subject. So the awkward silences were just Mihawk trying to put his words together
He urges you to take a seat beside him, that way he can finally give you the responses you were looking for
âYou should try to let the other person respond if youâre going to flirt with them.âÂ
He says it almost scoldingly, but heâs smirking at you
Crocodile
As a citizen of Alabasta, Crocodile was someone that many people looked up to. But only you were in semi-regular contact with him
Every now and then, he would come dine at your workplace and every single time, you were his server. Your co-workers were always too intimidated to potentially get something wrong- the man was intimidating, after all -so that meant that anytime he was in, you were the one to face him
He always ordered the same thing when he came, which made it easier after a while. Youâd already be walking up to his table with the wine he liked while his food was in the oven before heâd even made his order
The problem was that your ridiculous crush on him made you clumsy as hell
The first few times you were safe- the tripping over your feet and dropping plates had only happened out of his view, where it was your co-workers that would laugh or chastise you for not being careful enough
But then it had caught up to you in the worst way
You were taking the wine to his table and, as always, you engaged him in some casual conversation. Something about the weather or asking how his casino was doing
He would always answer shortly. Something of a grunt that either sounded positive or negative, or a short answer of âgoodâ or âehâ
You were too busy staring at him and waiting for an answer to notice that you were completely missing the glass as you poured his wine
And in turn, he was too surprised at your new, sudden carelessness to answer
Eventually youâd noticed as the wine started to spill onto the floor. Crocodile got up from his chair as you scrambled to get the spill contained to just the tablecloth, but also trying to be careful of all the glass on the table
The white tablecloth would be stained for sure
Crocodile just watched the whole time, holding his cigar between his fingers
The next few times went similarly. Youâd bring the wine, serve his food, and give the bill- and every time, you would do something wrong.Â
Forgetting his silverware, serving him the wrong plate, etc.
At least he always tipped you nicely. That never changed
Youâd been so determined to make sure everything went right that the next time he walked in, you tried to be extra careful. You brought him his wine and paused, noticing his hand covering his glass.
âJust water today.â
Three simple words that threw you off. Why? What was wrong with the wine? Was it you?
Your on your way back from getting his ice water when a co-worker steps back, bumping into you from behind and sending you off balance, tipping the serving tray and sending Crocodileâs ice-cold water all over him
Your co-worker all but bails out of the dining hall, leaving you slack jawed, staring at Crocodileâs ruined suit. You canât even muster up the bravery to apologize to the man as the ice cubes slip off of him and onto the floor
Then he laughs. Itâs a loud, booming laugh that seems even louder while the room is dead silent. Youâre sure youâre going to die there either from embarrassment or his wrath
âIâve never seen someone trip over themselves so much just to get my attention. Itâs flattering.â He says, smirking down at you while youâre still frozen in place. Then he asks you what time your shift is over, and you answer that youâre done in an hour
He tells you to make sure youâre here in 3 hours, that way he can dry off and have a proper conversation with you
Youâre left there, confused, wondering if itâs going to be a date or a murder when he returns
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Tattoos
A/n: Was just listening to Agora Hills when I just had to write a little something about it - sorry if this isn't the best. Have this while I work on her favorite. I didn't know what to do at the end đ
Warnings - smuttyish content ?! || masterlist
You thought you hid it well but you guess not. You were currently on your way home from a long shift at work. It was currently 8 pm. You open the door to your home and head in. You see her standing there infront of you, loose sweats and a loose button up shirt. She had done a few things today so probably just wanted to be comfortable with that and the sweatpants on. You look at her confused on why she's just standing there. "Hi babe." You say with caution. "Licking on her tattoos, or even my own." Whyd that sound so familiar.
"Maybe hitting and smacking too." Your face stays the same, utterly confused. "Hello to you to?" You walk further in when she flashes a black book. Your sex book. It was just some silly thing you had written in for laughs, even if deep down those were some actual fantasies of yours. "Oh..." How'd she even find it. You don't even remember where you last put it, it had been that long. "Got home earlier today and wanted to clean our room a bit. Then found this. Is it true?" You didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or nervous.
Her head tilts at you and that's when your nerves kicked in. Billie would never ever make you feel embarrassed over anything. "They might be." You fiddle with your fingers. "Yeah? You wanna lick my tattoos? The one on my spine." Your throat closes that was the exact one you were thinking of. That and the one on her upper. Upper. Thigh. "Where else?" She walks over to you slowly. "I uhm.. uh-" "My thigh one?" You look into her eyes, hers were droopy. "You didn't read it all right?" She smirks.
How dumb could you be right now. "Sure did baby. Got some interesting desires in here." Your head spins at the closeness, her lips being so close to your own. "You know, I think I wanna lick on that one tattoo of yours. You know what one I'm talking about. It's almost like mine." You gulp loudly. You had a tramp stamp on your lower back, she was talking about that. "You can.." You quietly utter. "Can I?" Her tone was mocking. You stay quiet. "I mean, i was planning to do so anyway." Then suddenly you were being slung over her shoulder. Heading straight for the bedroom. She lays you down, hovering over you hungrily.
Your breath catches as she hastily takes your pants off. Her hands reach to lift your shirt up a bit. "Bills." You sigh out, really wanting to be the one to kiss her dragon tat. "Patience, I'll give you what you want." You let out an annoyed whine, wanting to now. "Hey hey, don't be like that. Just want to admire you first. Then I'm all yours." You nod slowly, taking in her words. Calming down just slightly as her fingers run over your body. But you get impatient again.
"Baby let me lick on your tattoos."
She smirks at you as you say that, grabbing your waist and flipping you so you're straddling her. Your hands retract to the sides of her stomach. She smiles up at you. "Go on then, take my pants off." You gladly obey, starting to pull them both off. Your eyes land right on the tattoo, big and beautiful. Her hand cups your jaw. Swiping some drool that had escaped in the process. "Look at you, such a mess already and we haven't even started. Cute." She smirks at you, loving how your face relaxes into your hand like putty. "Go on baby, know you're dyin for it."
You nod yet again, moving your face to her thigh, your tongue darting out and licking slightly over the ink. She watches you intently, moving her hand into your hair, lacing it throughout. "That's it.." She says more so to herself. But you clearly hear it. Going mental inside. It made you wonder what else she'd be willing to do in the dumb little book of yours. Your tongue eagerly moves all over the dragon, slowly becoming dazed as you can smell her so close, your head moves. Going to just have a little lick but she grabs your face. "Just the tattoo." She was messing with you.
She knew how badly you wanted to taste her with your raging oral fixation. "But please.. The smells going to my head." You whine. She chuckles at you, faking a sad look. "Naww, is it making that stupid brain go fuzzy?" Another nod. "Shame, tattoo. Keep doing what you were doing." She was so tempting, you just wanted to have a little lick of her. But you adored how much she was enjoying the show of your licks on her tattoo. It was different for the both of you, something simple yet still effective. "There you go, so good at listening huh?" Your teeth retract going to bite, she lets out a breath but she sure as hell enjoyed the action. Biting her lip in the process.
You may not of gotten a taste of her that night but she got a taste of an amazing show.
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I know requests are closed but 1. I need to write this down before it falls from my skull and 2. I just want to offer you this general concept for the brain worms not as a request.
Achilles is well and happy to be tortured, yes, but what if despite that(or more likely because he knows he'll get beat more) he is very resistant to being feminized. Gotta make him a pretty princess but he hisses and yells that he is a man and you can't change him. But no, no, it's not changing him, it's revealing his true self; a pretty little pet who is so obedient and feminine.
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god i love this idea so much. i love forced fem so much!!!
idk why achilles just makes me wanna go hard even when i shouldn't.
cw;; blood, nsft, torture, forced fem, non con undressing, humiliation
i really like nonsexual forced fem like i feel like if it was for sex they could at least justify it in their mind but forcing them to wear something around the house or out in public is so much worse. they can't justify it and they can tell themselves over and over it's for you but when you're not even looking at them it doesn't feel like it's for you anymore.
achilles got out of the bath and stared blankly at the lacey panties and pretty skirt you laid out for him. this wasn't right he was sure you had set out another suit for him. he raised his voice just enough to call for you but it seemed you weren't listening. he wrapped a towel around his waist and picked up the clothing. he came to find you in the living room. you were with a friend. it was one of your work friends who knew about your relationship with achilles but that did nothing for his embarrassment.
"why aren't you dressed yet?"
"i... i couldn't find my clothes."
"chilles i can literally see them in your hands."
his eyes darted away. you let out a heavy sigh and stood up. achilles instinctively flinched as you approached him but you didn't care instead you ripped his clothes from his hands.
"I'm sorry about him. he clearly isn't getting it through his head." you grabbed the corner of his towel and before achilles could open his mouth you ripped it off exposing his lower body to the open air.
"god you're so embarrassing." you didn't even sound amused just annoyed. "now get your clothes on."
achilles turned to leave, his face burning red, but you grabbed his arm firmly. you pulled him back to the middle of the room with an annoyed look on your face.
"i don't trust you not to wear what i gave you. put it on right here."
achilles swallowed hard, he couldn't bring himself to raise his head because the overwhelming embarrassment was too much.
"you-you have my clothes, sir."
"mhm. so ask nicely for them."
"may i please have my cloth-"
you huffed in annoyance, indicating he'd done it wrong but you didn't raise your hand to strike him. like you were so disappointed in him that he wasn't worth hitting. that hurt worse than the actual pain would have.
his breath hitched as he opened his mouth again to try and correct himself but you cut him off. "what should I hand you first?"
"th-the under-"
you huffed again.
"my-my panties... please hand me my panties,sir." it was the most humiliating way he could think to phrase it and it seemed to please you as you handed him the thin lacey garment.
achilles closed his eyes tight trying to pretend he wasn't getting dressed in front of another person. there was no pretending away that his cock had gotten hard even as he pulled the lace over it. you helped him out, fixing his leaking member into the slightly too tight underwear.
when he finally opens his eyes again you're holding up the skirt. underwear is one thing but that skirt is too much.
"please- i.. i don't want to."
you roll your eyes at that.
"do i have to put it on you" you sound so disappointed.
"i don't want to... I'm not a woman."
"why are you being so difficult? you're usually so well behaved." you look at your guest and then back to him with a scowl.
"oh. do you think he'll help you? do you think if you throw a little fit, act like I'm forcing you, he's going to help you? do you think he'll save you? do you need to be saved now, achilles?" every word you say is filled with venom. you must know exactly how much your words are getting to him, the way they make him feel guilty and disgusting. you even manage to look hurt behind all that anger in your eyes.
"no i- i- please.... i just don't want to b-"
"could you go wait in the car... im sorry about this." you let out a deep sigh. your friend leaves the room so it's just you and achilles.
as soon as you both hear the front door shut achilles attempts to open his mouth only for you to punch him in the stomach as hard as you can. you watch him crumple to the floor in pain as one of his wounds reopens. you kick him onto his back so you can climb over top of him. you sit on his chest with the skirt in your hands and all achilles can do is kick and flail.
"you stupid fucking girl. you embarrass me in front of my guest. you tell me-" you elbow him in another wound making him howl in pain, his legs straightening enough for you to shove them down. "you tell me no? and now, you're fucking fighting me."
you elbow him one more time to get him to give up his struggling. his body goes limp as he sobs underneath you. you make sure to pull his legs in the most painful way as you start forcing his skirt onto his body.
"you are a pretty girl. you're my pretty girl. and no amount of throwing fits or asking others to save you is going to change that. do you get that?" you yank his skirt up over his legs.
you notice that the wound you'd been elbowing has reopened and he's bleeding all over his shirt. he knows he's in so much trouble but all he can do is sob.
"im not a girl.." you hear him mutter through tears.
"you don't get to decide that. you don't get to decide anything." you slowly pick yourself off of him.
"I'll clean you up and change you since you're such a big baby. and when i get back from hanging out with my friends you're fucking in for it. maybe while I'm gone you can come up with how you're going to apologize."
achilles just laid there, bleeding and sobbing. everytime he tried to close his eyes he would feel a breeze over his legs and fresh tears would flow from his eyes. the humiliation of being forced to be your pretty girl was one thing but knowing how angry you were at him, how much he'd disappointed you hurt worse. he didn't want to be a girl he didn't want you to be angry at him and yet here he was. the old wound soaking his shirt and giving him a stabbing pain everytime he let out his shakey sobbing breaths seemed like a fitting punishment. of course that was for you to decide, not him.
you cleaned up his wound and changed his shirt in silence. when you pulled out the pink bedazzled shirt you gave him a look, daring him to say something but he didn't. you were clearly still angry at him but you treated him just as gently as you always did. he couldn't help but lean into your touch as you cleaned up his face.
"'m sorry..." his voice was small and weak.
you let out a heavy sigh before you picked him up with ease and brought him over to the couch.
"... i know you're sorry, sweet girl." he flinched at your words. "you were very bad, though. so when I get home you're losing all rights to boy mode. no more suits, no more he/him, no more achilles. I'll pick you out a pretty girl name."
he whimpered softly as his chest got tight.
"do you understand?"
"y-yes sir..."
"now say I'm a good girl."
"I'm... I'm..." he struggled to say it, his breathing ragged, but when he looked in your eyes he could still see the disappointment from before. "I'm a good girl."
"yes you are." you leaned in and kissed his forehead. "be a good, princess."
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Hellooo! Your writing is sooo fun to read that I've been rereading it multiple times nowđ€đ€đ€ sooo I kinda wanted to request another post about reader fighting back against the bullies with crowe this time if that's okay, and take your time!
(ps, it's also okay if you ignore this, i hope you have a wonderful day/evening/night! â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž)
GUARDIAN ANGEL
KYAAA THANK U SM GIGGLING TWIRLING MY HAIR KICKING MY FEET âĄ!! I LOVE CROWE SO MUCH BROO!!! Did u know my first fic ever posted here was supposed to be with Crowe but I changed it to Sol instead cz I thought ppl wouldn't like it sobsob
â: "Someone is creeping you out while hanging out with Crowe, surely you should teach them a lesson, no?"
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: Crowe x gn!reader
â: Contains: Baddie reader yurr !! Downbad Crowe, creepy dudes, post friend group plot, mutual pining I need to breed him
The bell's ring echoed throughout the entire school, indicating lunch time as students hurriedly pack their things to rush towards their friends and eat at the cafeteria. You were calmer than your unruly classmates, screaming and yelling in excitement as they rushed to their groups and cliques. "Its like they've never experienced the lunch bell go off"
You mused to yourself, happy enough to know that you at least have one friend in your school. Yet he still hasn't shown his pretty little face in your classroom yet, usually he'd pick you up and walk you to the cafeteria, but it seems that isn't the case this time.
"Yo, (Name), I usually see your boyfie pick you up at this time, wonder why he isn't here" your seatmate puts his arm on your head, practically using you as an armrest, making you groan and push him away with red dusting your cheeks "Can it! He's not my...boyfriend.."
Your heart rate picked up as you muttered those words as an evident flush on your cheeks got redder, gaining you a knowing stare from your seatmate as a laugh escaped his throat, smacking your back playfully "Yeah. Sure. And I'm the president of the United States," he marked sarcastically, waving his arms dramatically.
You scoffed, standing up from your seat, and walked your way out of the classroom door, ignoring the cheerful yells and encouragements from your seatmate. "Get yo mans!" He echoed out to you, which promptly made you walk faster in embarrassment.
It didn't take you too long to notice him standing by a vending machine. Taking your chance, you tiptoed your way behind him and gipped his shoulders. "There you are!" You yelled, making him flinch in surprise, snapping his head towards you. His shocked expression made you laugh at his dismay.
He merely sighed and shook his head with a small smile on his face, "You're such a tease, (Name)" his voice was smooth as honey, eyes glinting in nothing but adoration. Oh how you looked divine when you laughed.
"Says you! It's not nice to keep me waiting for that long, you know! Hurt my feelings a bit.." you playfully sulked as a joke, but Crowe seemingly took it too seriously, brows furrowing as an apologetic expression dressed his face "I didn't mean to, there were just some things I had to do before going to you"
Seeing his obviously saddened face made you panic a bit "Noâ! It was a joke, don't worry! I didn't mind looking for you anyway. " You were quick to reassure, trying to ease his worries a bit, but he simply shook his head. "Still, I shouldn't have made you wait so long. You deserve only the best, (Name)"
His voice is so genuine, and how he stared at you sent shivers down your spine. He's always like this, always putting your needs before himself, always putting you on his first priority before anything else. Curse him and his prince-like behavior!
But before you could ask what he was up to, you felt a random hand hit your ass, laughter, and whistles could be heard as you snapped your head towards the source in anger.
A group of sloppy looking men with dirty uniforms and rolled up sleeves showing their tattoos chortled and snorted at you, as if their making fun of you getting angry with their disgusting actions. "Aww, what's wrong, doll? Wasn't hard enough? I can be more rough if you like"
The main, blonde guy leaned in closer to your face as you winced at the strong smell of his breath. Your expression made them laugh harder, giving each other high fives and fists bumps as if making you uncomfortable is an achievement.
"What do you think you're doing...?"
A hand protectively held your shoulder, making you look up. Crowe's eyes were nothing compared to what you're used to. Eyes that were once filled with love and softness were now filled with pure, raw anger. Yet, he was still gentle with you, carefully maneuvering you to stay behind him, protecting you like a shield.
The boys took one glance at him and scanned him head to toe, judging his every move. The blonde whistled and clicked his tongue, staggering towards the taller male "Watch it, golden boy. You may be class rep or whatever bullshit title they gave you. But these parts are my territory, so I make the goddamn fuckin' rules here." He practically spat out, his lackies cheering him on with vulgar words and descriptions.
If Crowe is pissed, then you're seething.
You hated being insulted, yes, but you hated it even more when people belittle those you care about. So without thinking, you stepped forward and faced the blonde head on, catching Crowe off guard.
"My territory! blah blah, you pissed on this school and claimed it yours like a dog then?"
A sound of surprise was heard from the blonde, even gaining a gasp from their lackies. Clearly, they weren't expecting you to fight back. Crowe got worried, fearing that you might be in danger now. "(Name)â"
"You think you're so fucking funny?"
Without knowing, the blonde grabbed you by the collar and slammed you against the vending machine. Hard glass hitting the back of your head made you groan. Yet you still managed to stare at your attacker dead in the eyes, not running away from a fight you intend to win.
He mocked you with a laugh "Doll, you look so cute when you're angry, but one more goddamn word from your mouth and I'm bashing your fucking skull inside this machine" he threatened, his spit sliding onto your face.
"Yeah? 'Cause I'm about to get real fuckin' adorable"
You raised your foot and kicked him between his legs. A pained groan could be heard as he instinctively dropped you back onto your feet, groveling in pain. But before he could fight back, you grabbed his hair and smashed his head so hard onto the vending machine it broke through the glass. Knocking him out.
You dusted yourself off before turning to the two, shivering lackies, huddling together in an attempt to look smaller and hide from your view. "Who's next?" A malicious smile etched your features, making them scream and run away with their tails between their legs, yelling out apologies and pleads for mercy until they disappeared.
You stood still for a moment, taking in a deep breath to ground yourself. Turning your head to look at the blonde's unconscious body and winced "Yikes...didn't mean to hit him that hard" you played with his arm, lifting and dropping it like a toy.
"Yoo, check it out, Crowe! He's now aâ"
"Why did you do that?!" You glanced at him in confusion, eyes locking onto wide and worried ones. "Ehh? They were talking smack about you! I had to do something!" You responded with crossed arms and a pout on your lips. "The least you can do is say thank yoâ"
Suddenly, you felt arms wrap around your body in a tight hug. You stood there, not fulling processing what's happening. "You're so reckless..." His voice was a whisper, not daring to speak any louder, not daring to let you go. You didn't know that your actions affected him this much. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his gently.
His breathing eventually calmed down a bit as he let you go. Once again, there's this softness in his eyes, staring right at you as if you held all the stars in the world and placed it all in your eyes, tracing constellations in your gaze. You felt his hand cup your cheek with the same gentle motion, treating you like divinity.
"You don't know how worried I was about you, (Name). Really..." he leaned his forehead onto yours, his other arm wrapping onto your waist, pulling you two closer than before until your bodies are touching so close you could hear each other's heartbeat. And his was racing.
You scoffed, wrapping your arms around his neck. Both of you are in a daze of adrenaline to even process what the two of you are doing, but what mattered right now is each other's company and comfort. "My fault, didn't know I was such a diva" you made light of the situation, earning a sigh from him as he pinched your cheek.
"More like a trouble maker than anything," he retorted, which earned an offended gasp from you and slapped his chest in mock play. "How dare you insult your guardian angel! Oh woe is me. I am so pitiful!" You dramatically leaned back with the back of your hand on your forehead, he laughed at your playfulness and pulled you in closer to spin you around like a waltz dance and dramatically dropped you, his arm supporting your body as his eyes are solely focused on you.
He gently held your other hand and kissed your knuckles with a smile. "Thank you, angel.." he whispered so softly that it was barely audible. Your cheeks flushed as your teasing words died on your throat, rendered absolutely speechless.
You quickly stood up straight and pushed him away in embarrassment, looking away from him as you tried to calm down your beating heart "...That's cheating" you muttered and kicked the cement, glaring holes onto the ground in an attempt to make it seem your unphased by his shameless flirt.
A laugh was heard beside you. Feeling his hand take in yours again as he wordlessly walked you away from the ugly sight you left at the vending machine. Though he is class representative, and it is his job to keep everyone in check, he finds himself making exceptions for you. No matter how brutal you might get. If anyone from his class would have caught him right now, they'd blame him for favoritism.
But what's more shocking is that he doesn't seem to have any need to deny it.
Silently picking up the paper bag he left nearby, leaving you still unaware of what he's holding, Lazer focused on calming your heart. And oh, does he find that absolutely adorable.
Perhaps he will just slip the snacks and drinks he bought for you from the vending machine under your table once you need it.
Chat imma be fr here, lowkey hated this LMAO yrgghh felt like I could've done better but my class starts at 6 and it's already 5:37 HELPPP
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I totally understand if you wonât be comfortable with writing this, but could you write something, where the reader struggles with an ED? James (any era is fine) obviously notices her weightloss, and discovers her purging one night, comforts her, and helps her with recovery? I completely get if you donât want to write this, but thank you anyway, for all your amazing fics! đ
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It was late one night in '87, and the stars outside our small apartment seemed extra dark, as if even they took a cue from our dramas. The city was quiet, but my mind was loud, racing with thoughts that couldn't let me sleep. James had long since taken up most of the bed, sprawled out and snoring like a chainsaw, as he always did after a night out. We had been out with his bandmates earlier, grabbing burgers and beers after their rehearsal. I tried to enjoy it, went along with everyone, laughing and talking; but as usual, couldn't get past that nagging voice in my head telling me I shouldn't have eaten so much.
I waited for James to go deep into sleep, his soft hum of breathing filling the room. Quietly, I slipped out from under the sheets, my heart pounding. I hated myself for what I was about to do, but the shame was just like that itch I couldn't ignore. My feet padded softly across the cold floor toward the bathroom, and I shut the door behind me, trying to be as silent as possible.
This was not something I wanted to be doing. Still, it had to be the only way to undo the guilt, wash away that heavy feeling which could trap a person in their skin. I leaned over the toilet and started to do what I had to, hands gripping the sides of the porcelain, eyes shut tight. Just as I started to groggily stand back up, a creak sounded from behind me. I turned around, my stomach falling. There, in the doorway was James. His face screwed up in a mixed expression of. He didn't say anything at first, he just stared, he couldn't believe what he'd just walked in on.
My heart raced in my chest, and I could feel the tingle of heat rise to my cheeks. "James⊠I, I didn't meanâ"
He shook his head and stepped into the bathroom, softly closing the door behind him. "Babe, what are you doing?" His voice was soft, without any trace of anger or disgust, as I'd feared it might be. He reached out and tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. I tried to look away, but he tipped my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
"I-" My voice came out hoarse; the words seemed to catch in my throat. "I don't know. I just... sometimes I just can't control it... I don't wanna be fat..."
James exhaled deeply, his fingers warm against my skin. "You don't have to do this. You don't need to hurt yourself like this... and you aren't fat." His voice was steady but with a slight crack, it sounded like he was trying not to break down right there in front of me.
Immediately, my eyes welled up with tears, blurring my vision. "I just⊠I feel like I have to. It's like⊠no matter what I do, I'm not enough. Not good enough. Not thin enough. Not⊠I don't know." I wiped at my face, embarrassed to be breaking down like this.
James hugged me tight, holding me close. He didn't let go when, ashamed and embarrassed, I squirmed and tried to pull away. Instead, he drew me closer still, his gentle circular motions on my back soothing me all the more. "Hey, listen," he whispered. "You're enough. You are so much more than enough. You don't have to do this to yourself. Not for me, not for anyone."
We stood in the bathroom for what felt like forever, him just holding me as I cried into his shoulder. I could feel his heartbeat.
After a while, he leaned back, his hands still on my shoulders. "Have you been doing this... a lot?" he asked softly.
I nodded, my head hung in shame. "Yeah..." My voice was barely above a whisper. I didn't want him to know, yet at the same time, it felt like a weight had been lifted just by saying it aloud.
He nodded, his eyes off mine for a moment before he refocused on mine. "Why didn't you tell me?"
I shrugged, swallowing hard. "I didn't want you to think I was weak or⊠crazy."
"Hey, hey," he said, the tone firm. "You're not weak. And you're definitely not crazy. But we're gonna get through this together, okay?" His eyes softened into a warmth that I hadn't felt in so long. I nodded, something small flaring to life in my chest.
After that night, James was by my side every step through recovery. He would leave little notes around the apartment reminding me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me. He'd take me out on walks in the city, not to burn calories or anything, just to feel alive, to remember that the world was bigger than the darkness inside my head.
There were days it just seemed impossible. Days when the voice in my head was louder than his reassurances, and I'd find that old urge crawling back. But every time, James was there. Sometimes with a hug, sometimes with a distraction, and sometimes just with silence beside me, making sure that he wasn't going to go anywhere.
He helped me to view food as other than just calories or numbers on the scale. We would cook together, laugh together, making a mess of the kitchen, flour everywhere and dishes piling up in the sink. He would make me his pancakes on lazy sunday mornings, and though that voice in my head still nagged, it started to fade, little by little.
Slowly but surely, I taught myself to trust again. Not because I was just ready to trust, but because I had learned that I didn't have to be perfect to love, or to be loved, and that I didn't need to punish myself to feel in control. And every time I doubted that, every time that old fear began to creep in, I would look at James, at the way he looked at me, and it was a reminder that I was enough.
It wasn't easy, and I knew that days of roughness would lay ahead. But having James at my side made me feel capable of handling them. That somehow, I was strong enough to press on-to keep fighting for me, for us.
That for now, was enough.
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Seeing as how you're doing headcanons again i'd like to request hcs of Gavin,Milo,Sam,Vincent,and Guy( btw here's a thought for ya Guy as Hermes dangerous has stuck in my head for the past couple hours send help) also your previous hc were also great!(you could say they were ruthless ha ha ha im sorry that was bad lol)
~ Deviant anon ïŒââÏâ(ÂŽÏïœ*â)
idk if you can tell but I really like Guy
also I wrote headcanons for some character recently so characters like Gavin, Sam, and Milo have them a lil short than Vincent and Guy since it takes a while to think about possible in-character hcs for them. Sorry :(
Lots of Headcanons #3
Gavin
Believe it or not, Gavinâs social media accounts are usually blank. Save for Instagram. He just has them to comment under the groupâs posts.
Despite never reading a book, Freelancer has told him heâd do best in the writing industry.
He does not know how to hold a baby. If you give him a baby for any reason heâd hold it with both of his hands under its shoulders.
The worst heâs been scared was when he played a horror VR game, but he didnât scream or anything he really just jolted and went âshitâ and moved on. Freelancer was not amused.
He likes being the big spoon when he and FL cuddle because he gets to breathe in their scent, hold them, and remind himself that this is real, and not just a dream heâll wake up from.
Milo
You canât beat him in cup pong. Digitally or physically. You just canât.
The only reason David is considered a better cook than Milo is because Milo uses a lot of seasoning and the pack is full of babies who canât handle oregano or sazĂłn.
Whenever the pack goes somewhere tropical he has to wear a shirt or Sweetheart will constantly attempt to latch onto his torso.
Milo and cats have always gone together like peanut butter and jelly. He had a cat toy when he was a toddler, his first cell phone had a stray cat as his wallpaper, heâd feed the stray cats around his home, etc. So when he learned that he and the people around him could turn into âdogsâ (wolves but still) he was DEVASTATED. Got over it after a day tho.
He likes juice boxes.
Avid Apple Juice âtastes like pissâ hater, although he also says mint ice cream tastes like toothpaste so take that as you will.
Sam
Sam fucking hates cowboys.
Sam had braces from the ages of 19-21 and the only upside he had to being a vampire when he first turned was that he didnât need his retainer anymore.
Sam always reads manga wrong and no matter how many times anyone explains it heâll read it from left to right and never understands whatâs going on.
The closest Sam has gotten to riding a horse is when he flopped on top of Darlinâs back while they were shifted and they walked around his house like thatâŠheâs never been on a horse.
Sam has a lot of existential crisises, compared to like Vincent or Porter.
If something's flying and he can't figure out if it's a plane, helicopter, animal, or any identifiable flying object, he just believes it's an Alien UFO and moves on.
Darlin' gave him a wheat head for Christmas once. He was not amused.
Vincent
Wanted to be a youtuber for a brief period in time in 2010.
Had a weird obsession with those traced anime characters dancing tiktoks in 2020, a little after meeting Lovely.
He canonically has multiple cars he likes showing off to Lovely, but he also nearly never uses them and itâs Lovely who showboats them and takes them on joyrides.
He didnât believe William at first when he was first told heâs a vampire now and was the only one who survived The Surge incident, until they both saw his funeral take place and see his grave, which took place a long time after the accident because his parents refused to believe he was dead.
He had 3 tomodachis at once and they all constantly died because he forgot feeding them was a thing.
He commonly "regrets" asking William to make him unable to lie to Lovely because they like to ask him embarrassing questions on purpose and he canât help but answer them, even though he could just stay quiet.
His favorite memory as a kid was roller skating with his parents on his 7th birthday. Even though he fell on his face, sprained his ankle, and had a loose tooth fall out. Still his favorite day.
Guy
GUY IS SO HERMES CODED UR RIGHT
Turned a fanfic he wrote as his college essay and got in just because of it.
Was very afraid of Honey when they first met, they kept staring at him like he was the scum of the Earth. They just wanted to talk to him about the Animal Crossing pin on his backpack.
Whenever his friends order from Maxâs, and he turns out to be their delivery guy, they make fun of him so much (playfully) and give him a 10 dollar tip
He borrowed his friendâs motorcycle to impress Honey
Cried over Gnomeo and Juliet
Dressed up as the Thomas Jefferson Miku Binder drawing in 2023.
He almost gave himself a buzzcut once when he was drunk, he had to be held down because everyone knew heâd regret it so hard later, not matter how funny itâd be.
#A wheat head is the thing cowboys have in their mouths#When I write headcanons it mainly consists of me playing Tower of hell on roblox and switching tabs to write a hc whenever one comes to min#its a long process but also very fun#its also why I only write HCs on my laptop#bc fuck mobile roblox#ALSO GUY WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE DANGEROUS especially the livestream animation holy shit#redacted audio#redacted asmr#redactedverse#redacted sam#redacted darlin#redacted milo#redacted vincent#redacted guy#redacted honey
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