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tareqsfamilygaza · 3 months ago

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✅️Vetted by @gazavetters, my number verified on the list is (#286)

�� Emergency: Rescue Tareq’s Family from Gaza

My Children's Last Hope: From Designer to Begging for Their Lives

I'm Tareq. More than a year and a half ago, I created beautiful designs. Today I design survival plans for my 3 children - my wife Samar, and our children: Sham (7), Masa (4), and baby Wateen (1.5), who was born under bombardment. We had a home, dreams, and routines. Sham loved kindergarten and should be in 2nd grade now. Masa should be starting her education. Instead, they're surviving day-to-day in unimaginable conditions.

The War Stole Everything

❌ Our home was completely destroyed in Nov 2023

❌ 11 forced displacements between bombed-out buildings and makeshift tents

❌ Living in a rotting tent that can’t block summer heat or winter cold

❌ No electricity since the war began (Oct 2023)

❌ Constant hunger: Our children suffer from malnutrition

❌ Bathing in contaminated water causing painful skin diseases on all children

❌ Masa (4) cries holding her empty stomach - her malnutrition makes even water painful to digest

❌ Baby Wateen has never known life without bombs

❌ Most essential necessities are unavailable - bread flour, clean water, milk, cheese, fruits and vegetables, baby diapers, and more

The Cost of Survival:

1️⃣ Cover the basic necessities needed to survive, €1200 per month.

2️⃣ We've secured a rare chance to evacuate, but need your help to cover:

✔️ Passports (€120/person) - €600 total

✔️ Egypt coordination fees (€7,000/person) - €35,000 total

✔️ Flights to Turkey (€1000/person) - €5,000 total

✔️ Initial resettlement (€1,200/person) - €6,000 total

✔️ Platform fees (3.3%) - €2,500

✔️ Cash withdrawal commission in Gaza (25%) - €18.750

✔️ Any remaining funds for temporary housing/food

🟩 €75,000 Total Needed

🟨 €50 = A chance for a child to feel human again, with warmth, safety, and hope instead of fear, hunger and rubble.

Why Your Help Matters Right Now

This isn't just about escaping war - it's about:

💔 Giving Sham and Masa their stolen education back

💔 Getting medical care for Wateen, who's only known war

💔 Treating Masa's worsening health conditions

💔 Ending our children's daily terror of airstrikes

Every night could be their last - the bombs don't check calendars

With each passing day, the risks grow worse. Your donation today can literally save five lives. If you can't give, please share this with your friends who might help.

How You Can Help:

1️⃣ Donate any amount - even €10 helps

2️⃣ Share this campaign on all social media

3️⃣ Pray for our safety if you can't give

We Promise:

✔️ Full transparency with every euro

✔️ Regular updates on our journey

✔️ Eternal gratitude for your support and humanity

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We are real people – not just a story:

✔️ Identity documents verified

✔️ Damage to our home documented

✔️ Medical reports available

🟢 We have all identity documents and war-damage proof available privately to serious donors (contact via Instagram @helptareqsfamily).

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aphroditsdaughter · 3 months ago

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SPORTS CAR

no, you ain’t got no mrs. oh, but you got a sports car

paige bueckers x reader

suggestive but no actual smut, language

also feel like this story has been done before but i don’t remember by which author so please if you do lmk pleak!

like, feedback and comments are always appreciated!!

The world is a blur of neon lights and distant sounds as you glide through the city streets in Paige’s car. The night air feels thick with anticipation, humming with the quiet thrum of life, of people lost in their own worlds, unaware of the magnetic energy that crackles between you and the woman beside you.

Paige is different tonight. The glow from her recent championship win still lingers around her, lighting up her smile and igniting a spark in her eyes that is impossible to ignore. She doesn’t need to say a word for you to understand how much she’s glowing with pride, with confidence. The world has just witnessed her on the biggest stage, and now it’s just you two. You can feel it the weight of the night, the unspoken tension that hovers in the space between you.

She’s behind the wheel, but her energy doesn’t stay confined. You catch her glance every so often, her eyes flickering to yours with a heat that sends a shiver down your spine. You don’t need the words; the look in her eyes tells you everything. There’s a hunger there, a want that’s undeniable, and it’s growing with every passing second.

Her gaze shifts back to the road, but there’s something more than just focus in her expression. You notice how her lips curl slightly at the corners, as if she knows exactly what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling. You let your fingers rest on the leather seat, a small gesture, but one that causes your heart to pick up pace. Every move she makes is electric.

You want to reach out, to touch her, but you hold yourself back for a moment. The tension is thicker than you anticipated, swirling around you both, making every touch feel more loaded than the last. Paige doesn't say anything, she doesn’t have to. Her presence speaks volumes.

She slows down as she pulls into a quiet parking lot, the sound of the engine dying out, leaving the two of you alone with the night. The streetlights cast their soft glow, framing her in a halo of gold. She turns off the car, and everything goes still. For a moment, it's just the two of you, the silence between you loud, crackling with unspoken words.

Paige’s eyes meet yours again, locking with a gaze so intense it feels like you’re both drawn into another universe. Her lips part slightly, as if she’s about to say something, but the words never come. Instead, she leans forward, closer, her presence pulling you in like gravity. You feel the tension between you surge, and it’s all too much, too overwhelming.

Her fingers twitch on the wheel, a soft movement, but it speaks louder than anything she could say. You can feel her desire, her anticipation, and you realize that it mirrors your own. There’s no need for words now. You both know what’s coming. The unspoken connection between you is enough.

The air inside the car feels heavy, charged, as Paige moves, just slightly, reaching for you with an intent so clear it sends a jolt of heat straight through you. You can feel your heart in your throat, thumping with anticipation, the room shrinking around you. The space between you is shrinking, too.

Her eyes flicker from your lips to your eyes, and without a single word, you both move closer. The kiss that follows is slow, tentative at first, like you’re testing the waters, letting the moment wash over you before diving in completely. But the moment her lips meet yours, it’s as though the floodgates open. Her hands find their way to the back of your neck, pulling you into her with a desperation that takes you by surprise. It’s raw, urgent like you both can’t get close enough, can’t feel each other enough.

Every sensation feels amplified, electric. The heat from her body, the soft, hungry press of her lips, the faint sound of her breathing quickening. It all comes together in a moment that feels like it could break the world apart. Her kiss deepens, and so do you—pulled into her, caught in the surge of something far too powerful to name.

And just as quickly, she pulls away, not far enough to break the connection, but enough to leave both of you breathless, teetering on the edge of something more. The silence in the car is loud again, but this time, it's filled with the weight of everything you haven’t said. Your eyes meet once more, and you see something shift in her. Something that says, without a word, that this is only the beginning.

The moment stretches on, a suspended pause that hangs between you two, neither of you moving, yet everything is changing. Paige’s fingers trail lightly across your cheek, and it feels like every touch is a promise, silent, but clear. You feel the heat rising again, this time not in your chest but lower, between your legs, a slow burn that spreads through you like wildfire.

Her gaze never leaves yours as she shifts beneath you, her lips now brushing lightly against your skin in a series of soft, teasing kisses that drive you mad. She doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t have to. Every glance, every motion between you is electric, loaded with more than just passion it’s desire, it’s need, it’s hers.

Paige’s hands wander to your waist, her touch gentle but firm, guiding you closer, pulling you into her space. You can feel her heartbeat, fast and unsteady, matching your own. It’s like an invisible thread between you, tightening with every inch that separates you.

You move without thinking, instinct pulling you as you straddle her, your body aligning with hers in a way that feels too perfect, too right. Every second that passes, the air between you thickens, saturating with desire, each breath a quiet plea for more. She doesn’t need to move, doesn’t need to do anything more, but you can feel the way she holds herself back, as if waiting for you to take the next step.

But it’s you who leans in first, your lips brushing against hers, soft at first, gentle, almost reverent. There’s an intensity in the way she responds, as though she’s been holding herself back, waiting for this moment. When her lips meet yours, it’s with an urgency that makes everything else fade away. Her hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against her, and you feel her heat in every inch of your skin.

The kiss deepens as you rock against her, a slow, sensual grind that leaves you both breathless. Your body is already moving with hers, instinct guiding you in perfect synchrony. There’s no need for words—every shift, every slight press of her body against yours speaks louder than anything you could say.

She breaks the kiss, but not entirely. Her lips hover just inches from yours, the heat of her breath mingling with yours. You’re both gasping for air, the space between you still too small, too charged. Her hands slide up your back, gently urging you to press even closer. You follow her lead, your body responding without hesitation.

The friction is agonizing in its slowness, each movement drawing you both deeper into the moment. Every inch of her body is alive beneath your touch, every shiver that runs through her body sending an electric pulse straight to yours. She doesn’t need to tell you what she wants. You can feel it in the way her body moves with yours, in the way her breath catches as she fights to hold onto control.

Her lips find your neck again, trailing hot, breathless kisses down to the sensitive spot just below your ear. The touch makes you gasp, your head tilting back instinctively, offering her more. The way she kisses you, slow and deliberate, makes you ache for her in ways you didn’t think possible. It’s a dance—each movement, each touch building toward something that feels too inevitable to stop.

Paige pulls back just slightly, her eyes flicking to yours. They’re dark now, full of desire, pupils blown wide, and you see the fire in them, feel the need radiating from her in waves. She doesn’t say anything, but the hunger in her gaze speaks volumes.

There’s no need for words between you two now. The connection between you is enough. You move again, this time faster, more urgently, every part of you alive with the feeling of her. The world outside ceases to exist. There’s only Paige. Only the way she feels against you. Only the way you’re tangled in each other, craving more.

And still, there’s that look the way her eyes lock with yours, holding you, keeping you tethered to her, making every second stretch longer.

The night continues to slip past you like a stolen secret. The car, once a silent observer, now vibrates with every breath, every movement. The air around you both is thick with unspoken promises and the hunger that has been building since you first stepped into this moment. Each shift, each subtle touch, is more than just physical—it's an exchange, a dance of desire that goes beyond anything either of you expected.

Paige’s hands trace the lines of your body as if memorizing each curve, each inch of your skin. Her fingers are a soft storm, never rushing, always lingering just long enough to drive you mad. You tilt your head back, eyes closing as the sensation overwhelms you, your skin alive with each new touch, each new kiss.

She leans into you, her lips brushing against the hollow of your throat, soft at first, then firmer, a trail of heat that sends a shiver up your spine. Her breath is a warm promise against your skin, and you feel her pulse quicken as she drags her lips lower, brushing against your collarbone, to the sensitive spot just beneath your ear that makes your breath catch.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she whispers, the words barely audible over the sound of your heart beating in your chest. Her lips move against your skin as she speaks, sending a wave of heat through your veins. The sound of her voice, so raw and unguarded, only stokes the fire between you.

Your hands, previously hesitant, now roam freely across her body, finding purchase on her waist, pulling her closer, as though you can’t get close enough. The chemistry between you is undeniable, magnetic like you’re tethered by some invisible force that refuses to let go. You want more. You need more.

Your fingers trace the outline of her jaw, and her eyes flick up to meet yours, pupils wide with desire. There's a vulnerability there now, something softer than the confident, cocky smile she usually wears. But it only adds to the intensity—the understanding that this moment, this night, is for both of you. There’s no pretense here. Just raw, unfiltered need.

“You’re everything I wanted and more,” you breathe, the words slipping out before you can stop them. They feel like the truth, heavy and pure, and you know she hears it. You can see it in the way her lips curve up slightly, the way her eyes darken even more.

She responds with a soft laugh, a mix of satisfaction and something darker, almost teasing. "I'm glad I can live up to the hype," she murmurs, but her voice betrays her, the faint tremor in it telling you that, for all her control, she’s not immune to the same wild pull you feel.

Her hands slide down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up slowly, deliberately, and you lift your arms without thinking. The fabric slides over your head, the air cool against your now-bare skin. Paige’s eyes are on you—on every inch of you—as she takes in the sight, her gaze almost possessive, the way she moves closer to you as if she’s been starving for this very moment.

You lean in, capturing her lips once again, but this kiss is different urgent, hungry, filled with a rawness that feels almost dangerous. There’s no hesitation this time, no testing the waters. You’re in this together, consumed by the fire between you. Your hands slide into her hair, tugging her closer, deepening the kiss, desperate for more of her, for more of this feeling that’s become all-consuming.

Paige’s hands are everywhere touching, pulling, guiding, exploring and each touch sends your pulse racing. She’s not gentle, not soft. There’s an edge to her, a fierceness that drives you wild, and you match her intensity, your bodies moving together in a perfect, fluid rhythm.

Her lips trail down your neck again, and you gasp as her teeth graze your skin, sending waves of heat and pleasure shooting straight to your core. You can feel the press of her body against yours, every inch of her warm, alive, and it feels like you’re dissolving into her, losing yourself in the sensation.

"You want me," she murmurs, voice low and husky, lips still pressed against your skin. It’s a statement, not a question, but the way she says it makes your body ache with need. You nod, unable to find your voice, but the answer is clear in every movement, in every breathless gasp that slips from your lips.

"I need you," you reply, the words barely more than a whisper, but they hang heavy in the air between you.

Paige’s hands move lower, tracing the curve of your waist, your hips, before sliding beneath the waistband of your jeans. The sensation of her touch on your skin, so intimate, so immediate, makes your breath catch in your throat. She pauses for a moment, her fingers still against your skin, and her eyes find yours again. There’s a wicked gleam in them now, something teasing, something dark and filled with desire.

“Tell me what you want,” she murmurs, her voice both seductive and commanding. It’s a question, but it’s also a challenge. And you know instinctively that there’s no going back now.

“I want all of you,” you breathe, your voice a mixture of urgency and desire. The words feel like they’ve been building inside of you, a dam that’s finally breaking, and you’re not sure you can stop them. But in that moment, you realize there’s nothing you want more than this. Than her.

Paige doesn’t waste any time. Her lips crash against yours once more, hungry and desperate, her hands moving with purpose, pulling at your jeans, guiding you, making you feel the urgency that thrums through her veins. The car feels like it’s closing in on you, the world outside fading into nothingness as you’re drawn deeper into the heat of the moment. Every touch, every kiss, every movement is building toward something inevitable.

Her hands are sure now, no hesitation, as she strips away the layers between you. The air in the car is thick, suffocating almost, with heat and anticipation. Her lips find the curve of your neck again, her breath shallow, her hands exploring the spaces where only you’ve been before.

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silverhairedsovereign · 3 months ago

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Where You Linger

content: minors do not interact!, nsfw, smut, established relationship, teasing, fingering, rough sex, creampie, praise, desperate & needy, soft dom undertones

word count: 2,649 words

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You lay curled up on your side of the bed, your body cocooned in blankets that no longer felt warm. Not without him. The space beside you was empty, cold in a way that seeped into your bones. It had been two weeks since Zayne left for his business trip—fourteen achingly slow days without his touch, his voice, his presence. The last time you spoke was a rushed phone call during the first week, his voice strained, distant. Since then… silence.

You missed him with a hunger that gnawed at you in the quietest hours of the night. Sleep never came easy when the other half of your soul was missing. The bed was too still. The air too silent. You weren’t just alone—you were without him.

So when the soft creak of the bedroom door broke the silence, your body jolted upright, breath caught in your throat. Your vision was still swimming with sleep, but you could feel it—his presence—before you even saw him.

And then there he was.

Zayne stood in the doorway, bathed in moonlight, his tall frame outlined in silver. His shoulders sagged with exhaustion, travel clinging to him like smoke. But in his eyes, you saw something else—heat. Hunger. Longing.

A ghost of a smile tugged at his lips as he stepped into the room. “Hello, darling,” he murmured, voice low and rough, like gravel laced with honey. The sound of it made something in you crack.

You barely managed a breathless, “Zayne,” before he was leaning in, pressing a kiss to your forehead—soft, reverent. Your hands reached up, brushing the damp strands of his hair back from his forehead, your fingers lingering on his skin like you needed to convince yourself he was real.

“How was work?” you whispered, even though you already knew he wouldn’t answer.

He shook his head wordlessly, and then his hand was in your hair, tugging you close as if he could bury himself in you. “I missed you,” he breathed against your neck, his voice trembling with emotion. He didn’t just miss you—he ached for you.

You wrapped your arms around him tightly, heart pounding. “I missed you too, love,” you whispered, your words breaking apart in the silence between you.

Then, suddenly, his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t tentative. It was devouring.

Hot. Desperate. Like he’d been holding his breath for two weeks and finally, finally could breathe again. You gasped into the kiss, your hands sliding up his chest, feeling the rapid thrum of his heartbeat under your palms.

“Zay—” you started, your lips parting in protest, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch.

But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His hands found your wrists, gripping them tight as he pressed you down onto the mattress. You weren’t sure when the room began spinning, only that his body was suddenly over yours—dominant, caging you in, but still careful. Controlled. Barely.

His mouth moved against yours with feverish hunger, a silent declaration of everything he couldn’t say in words. The world outside the four walls of your bedroom ceased to exist. It was just him, just you, and the wildfire burning between your bodies.

Your mind whirled, breath catching in your throat as your free hand reached up blindly, yanking his glasses off and tossing them aside like they were the last barrier between you. His eyes, now unobstructed, stared down at you with raw, unfiltered need.

This wasn’t just about lust.

This was two souls reuniting after being torn apart. This was two weeks of silence and yearning bursting out in a storm of touch and heat and whispered promises against skin.

Zayne leaned down again, catching your lips in another kiss—this one slower, deeper, aching with emotion. His weight pressed you into the mattress, but it wasn’t suffocating. It was grounding. Anchoring.

You didn’t want him to stop.

And from the way his hands roamed, shaking slightly with restraint, neither did he.

A rush of heat surges through you, pooling low in your belly as your thighs instinctively press together, desperate for friction, for something. You could feel yourself pulsing with need, aching in a way that was almost unbearable.

Zayne's low, guttural groan rumbles from his chest like a storm just beginning to break. The sound alone sends shivers up your spine. Then his hand—warm, steady, hungry—slides over your thigh, fingers trailing lightly as if he’s savoring the moment, mapping every inch of your skin like he’d been craving it. A soft, involuntary sigh slips from your lips, your body relaxing under his touch for the first time in days. Maybe this—him—was what you needed to finally let go.

When he pulls back to look at you, the sight of his eyes nearly steals the breath from your lungs. They’re dark with desire, yes, but there's something else too—something aching. A hunger laced with reverence. Like he wasn’t just touching you—he was worshiping you.

“My sweet darling…” His voice is a low whisper, barely audible against the shell of your ear. His breath is hot, his lips brushing your skin, and it makes your whole body shudder. His hand trails higher now, slipping along the inside of your thigh with infuriating patience. Your throat lets out a soft, broken noise before you even realize you're making a sound, lost in the intensity of his presence.

Then he speaks again, and it’s not just the words—but the way he says them. Raw. Pleading. Powerful.

“If you don’t want this… if you want me to stop—tell me. Restrain me. Please.”

His voice wraps around you like velvet and thunder, shaking something deep inside you. His mouth is at your neck now, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses that ignite your nerves like fire catching dry leaves. His fingers continue to tease along your thigh, still holding back, even now.

He’d stop. You knew he would. All it would take was one word, one gesture. You swallowed hard, your breath trembling as you whispered, “No… don’t stop.”

Something in him shifted the moment you gave him permission. A quiet snarl of satisfaction hummed against your skin as his hand slid higher, no longer holding back. His mouth moved to your collarbone, sucking hard, leaving behind dark bruises that would bloom like violets come morning. You moaned—soft, breathy, needy—and it made his grip on your wrist tighten slightly, grounding you both in the moment.

Your fingers intertwined with his, your locked hands trembling slightly from the tension between restraint and surrender. It made it feel more intimate—like you were choosing this together. Choosing each other.

“Are you okay, my love?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to see your face. His hand came up to brush away the loose strands clinging to your sweat-dampened skin, his eyes searching yours with pure, unwavering care.

Even now, even with every inch of him straining with need—he put you first.

You nodded, your voice just above a whisper. “Mmhm. I’m okay, love.”

But he didn’t move—not yet. He studied you carefully, raising a brow with that familiar look. That are you really sure look that made your chest flutter every time. You giggled softly despite the heat burning between you, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“I’m sure,” you said, firmer this time.

His eyes darkened again, the last of his restraint shattering as he leaned in and captured your mouth in a kiss that stole every thought from your head. He was desperate. Demanding.

His fingers finally find their way to where you needed him most, the touch electric. Your back arches instinctively as he cups you through the thin fabric of your cycling shorts, his palm pressing with just enough pressure to make your breath hitch.

A low, guttural groan escapes his throat as he leans in, still kissing you between every word, voice laced with hunger. “Already… so wet for me…”

You let out a muffled moan against his lips, the sound breaking free before you can even think to hold it back. Then—slowly, deliberately—he tugs your shorts down, taking your soaked panties with them in one smooth motion. The cool air rushes in, brushing over your heat, and your body flinches from the sudden contrast. You’re aching to be filled.

Zayne pauses for just a second to admire the sight of you laid bare before him, desire flashing in his eyes. A faint smirk ghosts across his lips, wicked and reverent all at once, as he drags a single finger in slow, deliberate circles over your clit. Not rushing—just savoring.

“God, look at you,” he breathes, his voice rough, low, and full of awe. “Fucking perfect.”

A trembling sigh escapes your lips as your eyes flutter shut, your body surrendering to every sensation he gives you. You hadn’t realized just how much you missed him—his hands, his voice, his presence—until now. Until his fingers were on you, inside you, undoing you with every calculated touch.

“Zayne…” you breathe out his name like it’s the only word that exists in your universe, laced with a kind of desperate, aching ecstasy. You hadn’t touched yourself once since he left. It wasn’t the same. Nothing ever was without him.

He chuckles darkly, the sound laced with wicked amusement. “Oh, darling... so desperate for me.” His voice drips with heat as he lets his fingers glide down your slick folds, teasing you with featherlight touches until he finally finds your entrance—so soft, so ready. With a smooth, practiced motion, he sinks two fingers deep inside you.

You gasp, body jolting from the sudden stretch, your walls pulsing around him. His other hand is still tangled with yours, anchoring you, refusing to let you drift too far from him—even now.

He dips his head, licking and sucking at the hickeys he left earlier, soothing the sting with slow, sensual laps of his tongue. His fingers move with increasing intensity—pumping, curling, searching—until he finds that one spot that makes your hips buck and your moans spill freely.

You try to speak through the haze, through the chaos of pleasure building in your core. “Z-Zayne…” It’s half a plea, half a demand, as your free hand claws at his shirt, needing more. Needing all of him.

He lets go of your hand, watching with hunger in his eyes as you fumble with the buttons on his polo, impatient and breathless. You practically tear it off him, tossing it somewhere behind you without care. The moment it’s gone, you pull him into a searing kiss, all lips and teeth and tongue, no space left between you.

His free hand moves to his belt, fingers working fast. The sound of the buckle hitting the floor makes your stomach tighten. He shucks off his slacks and boxers in one motion, breaking the kiss only for a second.

And just like that—he’s gone from you. His fingers withdraw, leaving you clenching around empty air. You whine, high-pitched and needy, but the sound quickly dissolves into a moan as he lines himself up and drags the thick, heavy head of his cock along your entrance, teasing you with the promise of what’s to come.

Then, without warning, he thrusts in—all the way.

A loud, guttural moan tears from your throat, your body arching off the bed as he bottoms out inside you. His cock presses so deep, so perfectly, you swear he’s kissing your soul with every inch.

Your legs fall open wider on instinct, welcoming him. Inviting more.

He wastes no time—his hips begin to roll into you, hard and fast, but controlled. Each thrust hits deep, his pelvis grinding against you just right. Your breath stutters with every push, pleasure unraveling you in waves.

“Tell me you missed me, sweetheart,” he rasps, voice barely holding back the growl building in his throat. It’s rare for Zayne to let himself go like this—to be this wild, this raw.

You try to respond, but all that comes out are whimpers and choked gasps. So he pulls out until only his tip remains, then slams back into you with a force that sends stars exploding behind your eyes.

“Say it.”

“I—I missed you,” you finally cry, voice breaking. “So much… so fucking much.”

He groans low in his throat and crashes his mouth to yours, this time slower, gentler. The kiss is laced with longing, with love, with the tenderness he keeps reserved for only you. It’s a silent promise, a reminder that this wasn’t just lust—it was deeper.

He groans low in his throat and crashes his mouth to yours, this time slower, gentler. The kiss is laced with longing, with love, with the tenderness he keeps reserved for only you. His hips never stop, still grinding deep into you with powerful thrusts, but now there’s something more in the way he moves. A rhythm that speaks of how badly he missed you. How starved he was. How long he’s waited to be buried inside you again.

Your arms wrap around his back, nails raking lightly down his spine as if trying to pull him closer—as if he isn’t already as deep inside you as he can go. The bedsheets twist beneath you, the air thick with sweat, panting, and the sticky, lewd sounds of your bodies colliding again and again.

He breaks the kiss, forehead pressed to yours, his breath ragged. “God, you feel like heaven,” he whispers, voice broken and raw. “Like you were made for me.”

You clench around him involuntarily at his words, your body trembling. “Zayne, I—I can’t hold it—” Your voice is nearly a sob, your body burning from the way he’s claiming you.

He shudders at the sound of your voice, the way it cracks under the pressure. His thrusts become sloppier, more erratic. He’s losing control, caught in the same spiral of overwhelming need. His hand slips between you, fingers expertly finding your clit again, circling it with practiced urgency. Your hips buck, instinctively chasing the friction, chasing him.

“Come on, baby,” he growls, mouth trailing down your jaw to your neck, biting lightly just below your ear. “Come for me. Show me how much you missed me.”

Your body tightens—wound like a bowstring, every nerve on fire—as the coil inside you threatens to snap. Your thighs tremble as the wave builds, and when he hits that spot again, just right, while grinding his thumb against your clit—you shatter.

Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, ripping a scream from your throat as your entire body convulses beneath him. You’re trembling, crying out his name like a mantra, like a prayer, like he’s the only thing anchoring you to this world. Your walls clamp down hard around him, milking him, pulling him deeper.

“Fuck—” he hisses, his rhythm faltering as your release pushes him over the edge. He barely holds on, eyes screwed shut as he buries himself in you one last time and groans your name like it’s the last word he’ll ever speak.

His release hits him hard. His whole body tenses above you, muscles flexing as he spills inside, warm and deep. He grinds his hips into yours, riding out every last wave of pleasure with breathless curses and soft murmurs of your name.

And then, silence—thick, heavy, intimate.

He collapses on top of you, catching himself just enough not to crush you, his chest rising and falling against yours as he tries to catch his breath. Your fingers rake gently through his sweat-damp hair, both of you too blissed out to speak right away.

He finally lifts his head, just enough to look into your eyes. There’s nothing playful in his expression now—just awe. Pure, unfiltered devotion. He leans in and presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, slow and reverent, like he’s thanking you without saying a word.

And tonight… neither of you were letting go.

Hi! Thank you so much again for all the support you guys showed on my past posts! This is kinda ass since I'm not that good with writing smut. (I suck at that), and also because this person has the same name as me lmao 😭 - Zane 𖹭

#lads zayne #smut #zayne smut #love and deepspace #minors do not interact #mdni #zayne fluff #zayne love and deepspace #silverhairedsovereign

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acosmicbee · 2 months ago

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can you write about Yandere Lamia (snake lady) and a child reader who gets lost in the woods and thinks they're about to be eaten by the Lamia, but she's just happy to have another baby after her children left her nest

Off Limit Island

(Kinda followed your idea, kinda did my own thing - hope you like it!)

"I hate hiking. I hate hiking. It's the worst. Please kill me." You sang under your breath, to the tune of frere jacques, yelping when your foot hit a patch of mud and you almost lost your balance.

At first, accompanying your father on one of his journeys had seemed fun. While he explored some super dangerous, top secret island that almost no one got to go to, researching all the snake species, you got to chill on the beach and swim and say you had been there. Win win.

However, everything seemed to go downhill rather quickly. The currents in the water were way too strong for even a good swimmer, and in seconds you could be pulled out to sea. There was also no civilization, due to the top secret stuff, meaning no running water or electricity.

You only had a tiny tent to sleep in and a small backpack full of clothes and necessities. You couldn't afford to lose anything when you were already working with so little.

Then the rain storm had hit. It had been dusk and you'd just started the fire to heat up some food because your dad still wasn't back. It was bland and premade stuff, very similar to military rations. You hadn't even started boiling the water when the sky opened up and drenched you.

You got even wetter dragging tarps over yours and your dad's tents to keep as much water out as possible. It didn't work perfectly which sucked because your only means of communication, a walkie talkie, got some water in it.

You'd tried reaching your dad but either he was out of range or his walkie was even more soaked than yours, so much for boasting 'waterproof' on the box.

You hadn't eaten that night, the rain still pouring down and eliminating any possibility of a fire. You'd laid at the entrance to your tent, staring out across the sandy beach at the forest that your father was still in. You hoped he was okay.

You woke up later that night to the rumble of thunder. You peeked out the entrance to your tent and in a brief flash of lightning you saw several reflective eyes peering at you from the dense foliage. You froze in horror, but they were gone by the time the next strike of lightning illuminated the area. You had trouble falling back asleep, not managing until hours later.

The next morning either your dad still wasn't back or he'd already come and left while you slept. It wasn't uncommon, especially with how late you'd slept in due to your fitful sleep the prior night. You spent the rest of the day tipping water out of anything remotely bowl-like and trying to find any kind of dry wood and tinder to use for fire.

It was useless and you went to bed hungry again, marking a full day and a half without eating. It hurt and you had trouble sleeping, trying not to cry as you curled up in your tent, debating whether the stomach problems from eating uncooked food would be worse than the pain of hunger.

You woke up to a bird outside your tent. It was dead with two pin prick marks on it's obviously broken neck. You didn't know who had left it there, and even if you trusted it you had no idea how to cook a bird from scratch.

It was sheer luck you were finally able to find some dry wood. You practically cried as you rushed to start a fire, fumbling with the matches as you lit some dry, dead grass alight. You ate two whole rations, finally satiated as you lethargically poked at the fire with a stick.

You were about to enter a food coma when you heard a crackle from your, surprisingly, not fully broken walkie. Instantly you snatched it up hearing as your dad's voice trickled through in broken, static-y bursts.

"Y/N...? Can... hear me...? Come in..." You fumbled for the right buttons, answering quickly.

"Dad? Dad are you alright? I haven't seen you in ages and I was getting worried!" You listened impatiently to the static, waiting for a reply.

"I... mistake... find me... cave... need you... careful..." You couldn't even hear a full sentence of what he'd said due to the water damage but you got the gist. He needed your help and he was in a cave... except you weren't the explorer, he was.

"You need help? Is there some sort of map I can use to find you?" You asked, grabbing some clothes you wouldn't mind getting ruined hiking through the forest.

"Y/N... coast... give... journal... big... handle..." Fewer and fewer words were getting through as your walkie gave into the damage, but you knew what you had to do.

You entered your dad's tent, easily finding the spare journal he kept. In the middle was a rough map he'd started sketching of the island and in it a few caves were labeled as well as their relative size.

With newfound determination you set out with nothing but your dad's journal, and the clothes on your back. You were oblivious to what the full message you were actually supposed to get was.

"I made a mistake Y/N. Don't try and find me, avoid any caves and stay on the beach. I need you to be extra careful."

"Y/N, I said don't try and find me! Please call the coast guard- the military!- and give them my journal! This is too big and dangerous for you! Let them handle it!"

* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。🐍* 。° 。* 。 • ˚

That led you to now, trekking through the humid forest singing a song about how much you hated hiking. But you could do this, you were going to save your dad like he had asked.

You frowned at the map, studying the rough map that had been drawn and squinting at the forest all around you. Why couldn't your dad have been an artist instead of a snake researcher?

Eventually, you found a weird rock he'd added on the map as a landmark. Peering right, you spotted a small opening in the base of a large rocky cliff. You didn't plan to go deep into it as you squeezed inside, it wasn't like you had a flashlight or anything.

This time when your foot hit a slippery patch of rock you slipped, you couldn't even scream as you slid down something, flying onto the dry floor of a large chamber. The walls were lined with torches and there was an open hallway in front of you.

Nervously you grabbed one of the torches from its mount, gripping the base as you nervously walked deeper.

This looked like a whole developed civilization, and you would've thought it was ancient if the torches weren't all lit and the hall didn't smell like a strong incense.

It wasn't until you heard some approaching noises did you finally realize just how stupid of an idea this was. You placed the torch in an open holder before ducking into an alcove.

You held back a scream as two figures walked- no, slithered- past your hiding spot. They were human, at least from the torso and up. Below that they had long, powerful-looking snake tails. You couldn't understand them but they seemed to be in a good mood, light hissy laughter echoing through the stone hallway long after they were out of sight.

You grabbed the torch off the wall, going as fast as you dared to while peeking into any hallway you passed. You once again had to hide when you heard someone coming down the hallway.

It was a woman-snake thing. She looked ecstatic and regal compared to the others and she was happily hissing to the others accompanying her. The second they had past you ducked into the room she had just come from.

You set the torch in one of the open holders, seeing as the room was well-lit. It was filled with large plush pillows of varying sizes as well as some fur blankets. In the middle of it all was your dad, who looked just as confused as you.

"Y/N? What are you doing here?" He asked, standing up.

"Rescuing you? Like you said?"

"I told you to stay on the beach!" He hissed, looking around frantically. "I explicitly told you not to come!"

"My walkie is destroyed, be happy I could understand anything at all!" You said back, crossing your arms. "So you were just chilling here with the snake people while I was fighting for my life? I had to hunt a bear!"

"No, you didn't." He said, sounding more exhausted than you'd ever heard him.

"I basically had to hunt a bear." You said, crossing your arms and eyeing the bowl of what looked to be dried meat beside him. "So, you coming or not? Let's go."

"Y/N, I really can't. You need to leave before-!" The door to the room slammed open and you turned, now face to face with the snake woman from earlier.

She seemed a bit confused for a second before her face lit up in pure joy. In an instant, you were being wrapped in a hug and coiled by her tail while your dad let out a pained-sounding sigh. "You need to leave before she finds you."

The woman hissed something, holding your face as she inspected you. Upon seeing your lack of reaction she blinked before switching languages. "My ssscoutsss didn't tell me just how absssolutely adorable your hatchling wasss! You ssshould've mentioned it!"

"Dad?!" You nervously called, trying to squirm out of her grasp. "Dad, she's touching me! I wanna go home now!"

"You are home, sssilly little one. I'm so happy! Not only did I find a sssquishy new mate but my nessst is full again! I've been ssso lonely sssince my last hatchlingsss moved into their own nessstsss with their mates, but now I have you two!"

"Yeah, now you see why I told you to stay on the beach." Your dad said, watching you get smothered by a loving snake-mom.

"Well, I'm sorry while you were all dry and pampered down here I was fighting for my life! It rained for like 3 days!"

"One and a half daysss, dear. And my ssscoutsss were watching over you." The snake woman hummed, before picking you up.

"Come on dear, you too sssquishy mate. I'll ssshow you the bathing chambersss ssso you can wash all this mud off!" She giggled, already carrying you away. "Perfect way to begin your new life, little one! Let usss ssscrub away the old ssso we can welcome the new."

Your dad just shrugged, following along behind her. "Well... at least I don't have to worry about how you're faring all alone."

"I am going to get my revenge." You vowed sulkily, whining when the snake woman began brushing her fingers through your tangled hair. "Who are you and what is this place anyway?"

"Ah, where are my mannersss? My name is Adhya, ruler of the sssnakefolk. Thisss, asss well asss the isssland above, isss my kingdom. My home. And now, it isss yoursss asss well!" She smiled as she entered a large chamber filled with steam. "Now, it'sss time to get you cleaned up, yesss?"

You can now say you knew exactly why this island was off limits to the general public. Because it hosted a population of cuddly snake people who would never let you go once they had you in their coils. At least you were taken in by their queen and you weren't alone. With how attached she was, you'd likely never be alone again. But hey, at least your dad is suffering with you.

#platonic yandere #yandere platonic #yandere #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #platonic #yandere ocs #parental yandere

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crowttore · 24 days ago

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Veritas Ratio x f!reader

Notes: Don't steal my writing. Practicing writing nsft.

Tags: Ratio x fem reader, inexperienced Ratio, size kink (mild?), established relationship, oral f receiving, fingering, premature ejaculation, 1.7k

Minors DNI

'Veritas Ratio is, undoubtedly, a well endowed man'

It wasn't unusual for you to catch snippets of gossip about your (relatively) new partner, his sharp eyes and chiseled features a frequent topic of admiration and desire. Even so, you couldn't help but feel a little odd at the thought of students milling about the university hallways and seemingly discussing what was tucked away in his pants like it was some sort of blessing.

If only they knew.

Once, you'd caught him discreetly palming himself while thinking you had yet to wake. There had been no hands shoved down the front of his pants, no desperate ruts of his hips, nor any loud noises. But for all his restraint, Veritas' cheeks had been flushed a deep crimson, the back of one hand pressed against lips you knew to be soft as velvet, while the other clumsily squeezed a bulge appearing far larger than it had any right to be.

You hesitated for a moment, hand hovering just short of knocking on the door to his office. This was a silly idea, Veritas was a grown man, he could go a day without lunch. As if that was the real reason for your visit and not just the excuse you told yourself. Somehow, the neatly packed lunchbox had grown several times heavier from just the addition of a single piece of photo paper.

No. Backing out now would be worse than anything he could say tonight. Surely, several of his students or even colleagues would've seen you loitering by now and ask Veritas about the reason for your visit.

The door to his neatly kept office swung open without a sound, swallowing the lump in your throat and barely resisting the urge to adjust a twisted lingerie strap beneath your shirt. There hadn't been time to change after taking and printing the picture (and the idea of flashing Veritas a small glimpse of a garter had been more than a little tempting).

"Just-" Ratio's words were cut off by a low groan, his grip on your thighs tightening to the point of being mildly painful. "-what were you thinking?"

The yield of his firm pectorals beneath your fingers combined with the equally firm tone of his voice only makes your heart beat faster, desire bubbling in every vein of your body. He looks like nothing short of sin incarnate, pupils blown wide, silky strands of hair clinging to his brow, throat bobbing, and the veins along his neck bulging. There's a small flutter in your heart when your hand threads through his tousled hair, pulling a pleased rumble from him.

"Didn't you like it?" You question as innocently as possible, pushing down the nagging fear that you'd gone too far. But if he was dissatisfied, why would he have picked you up from the couch and carried you off to the bedroom almost before he'd gotten the chance to take off his shoes?

A shiver runs down your back, rubbing your soaked folds along his still clothed bulge. No doubt the fabric was completely ruined by now.

His breathy chuckle sent another spark of electricity along your spine, "like it? Do you have even the faintest idea how grueling getting through the afternoon lectures were?"

Within seconds, he's flipped you both, eyes growing darker with every passing breath. You're keenly aware of how his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and despite knowing what's about to come, you can't help but feel just a little disappointed. There's nothing wrong with having your calves resting on his broad shoulders, nor the kisses and bites trailing down your thighs.

You tug a little at his hair, whining softly to make him pause just inches from your wet heat, warm puffs of air making your words come out just a little more hesitant than hoped. "Don't want to-"

"I do. With every fiber of my being," Veritas places a tentative kiss to your nipple before continuing, "but you-.. I need to make sure you're prepared. It would kill me to hurt you, especially for our first.." Despite how unyielding his intentions may be, there's a tremble to his words not usually present.

He huffed when you playfully squeezed your thighs together, relishing the softness of his clean shaven jaw. Your toes curled when two thick fingers breached your entrance, curling against your walls in a methodical movements.

Having spent at least half an hour already spread open in front of a mirror while Veritas toyed with you, whispering about all the thoughts that had festered while he'd been confined to teaching from directly behind the lectern lest anyone noticed his predicament, the two digits went in easily.

White-hot pleasure shot through you when his fingers scissored leisurely inside you, his ragged breathing loud enough to drown out the sound of your pounding heart. Veritas groaned, running a hand through his hair before leaning forward, effectively bending you in half to capture your lips.

It was a dance you knew well, parted lips and gentle bites soon turning bruising kisses that demanded nearly all your attention - removing focus from the third finger wriggling into your pussy and the burning stretch that accompanied it.

"Relax for me," he whispered against your lips, giving you a reprieve long enough to catch the hint of hesitation when he continued, "just a little more.."

But it was always 'just a little more' with Veritas.

Even with jolts of arousal flowing through your body at every nudge of his fingertips against a spot deep inside you, your attention kept flickering to how he'd begun chewing on his lip, cheeks a shade darker than usual.

Though he'd never voiced his complaint (something exceedingly rare from the man) it was impossible not to glimpse the insecurity that came with the generous size of his cock. Your fingers threaded through his hair, guiding his mouth to your neck and letting out a pleased sigh when he set to work nipping and sucking the sensitive skin there. You'd seen him naked several times, mostly distorted through bathwater or glimpses before a towel could be wrapped around his waist.

Once, you'd been seated between his legs while he read during a bath, feeling the heavy weight when it settled against your back. It had left you aching for days. But whenever you'd been kissing, touching, coming undone around his fingers, he'd always manage to keep himself covered, exhausting you to the brink of collapse before cradling you in his arms and whispering soft praises in your ear while you dozed off. Every time you'd been keenly aware of the wet patch on his underwear and the little ruts his flexed muscles were fighting back.

"You're overthinking it," you mumbled, back arching when the fingers inside you abruptly stopped for a second before picking back up.

Veritas merely brought your hand to his lips, kissing your fingertips in between breaths. "If you are coherent enough to make conjectures about the current topic of my thoughts, then it would appear I'm not performing as well as hoped."

While he was busy kissing your fingers while pumping his own in and out of your hole, it was easy to reach between your bodies, relishing the choked moan Veritas let out as you squeezed his hard member. It throbbed in your hand, making you clench down around his fingers as you rubbed slow circles at the wet patch.

"Off," you attempted to plead by snapping the elastic waistband against his smooth skin, almost tempted to laugh when he begrudgingly withdrew his fingers with a wet pop and rolled to the side.

Perhaps it was easier this way.

He raised a curious eyebrow when you clambered back atop him, golden eyes fluttering while you raked your nails down sculpted abs. His muscles jumped as you carded through the thick happy trail, smiling to yourself at the velvety feel, knowing full well just how well kept every inch of his body was. Within seconds of your fingers slipping beneath the fabric, Veritas' fingers had curled around your wrist, a desperate look in his eyes as he subtly angled his hips.

"We don't have to-"

"I want to," you reassured, sucking in a sharp breath as you touched his leaking tip. With an unceremonious tug of fabric, his aching member was freed, the sight of its fat tip making your breath catch in anticipation. Veritas whined your fingers danced along the sensitive skin, eyes glued to every vein you traced, only barely fighting back the urge to bury your face in the hairs at the base.

It was downright obscene, twitching with enough force that you could hear it smack against his abdomen. One hand wasn't enough to reach fully around it, making you both pant softly. The blood thrumming in your ears nearly drowned out Veritas choked 'slowly' while you ground down against him, just the thought of taking him had your stomach tied up in knots.

Even through your haze of greed, the stretch was nearly too much, every nerve alight with relief and your thighs trembling on either side of his body. Veritas' hands dug into your hips, stilling your descent onto his length despite the clear need to buck into you that was present in his dark gaze.

He shook his head, stuttering out several syllables that made no sense until he threw his head back against the pillow, a pitiful sound leaving his body shaking as warm ropes of his cum spilled into you. Only then did you properly stop to think, while you'd had plenty of preparation, Veritas had managed to dodge most attempts at preparing him, and this was his first time.

No wonder he'd have trouble containing himself even with just his tip snugly buried inside you.

Airy giggles bubbled in your chest as you collapsed onto a still panting Veritas, peppering his flushed cheeks in kisses while his length continued to twitch, eventually slipping from your entrance. There was plenty of time to go again and improve his stamina, but for now, you would enjoy the rapid beating of his heart and the utter lack of composure in his eyes.

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rhyslarsenlover · 3 months ago

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title: collision

warnings, etc: rafe x pogue!reader, steamy kiss scene

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“watch your step," an annoyed voice cuts through the air as you collide with the solid frame of someone familiar. your gaze lifts to realise who it was. rafe cameron.

“you watch your step, kook," you snap, spitting the words back at him, your instinctive response to his arrogance kicking in.

rafe was kook royalty, and it was a well-known fact that he treated pogues like shit on his shoe. you rarely bumped into him, paths crossing at only a handful of events and settings. this was unfortunately one of them, at your place of work, the wreck.

hence your afterthought of ‘oh shit,’ as you realised your words escaped your mouth before you could stop yourself. you really needed to stop doing that, it was becoming a bad habit and jj was a perfect example of how that could be problematic. instead of apologising - because let’s face it, you were not going to apologise to him of all people - you step back and walk away from the situation.

you found yourself outside in the work break area, trying to collect your thoughts. that was when you sensed it, that same heavy, electric presence you had come to recognise. without turning around, you already knew he was there.

“you’ve got a lot of nerve,” you muttered, pretending to focus on the view of the beach, though your heart raced as he approached. “maybe it’s you who’s got the nerve,” he replied, his voice laced with something darker than usual.

you turned to face him, noticing his jaw was tight with frustration. “you think you're better than me, don’t you?" he said, taking a small step closer, his gaze never leaving yours.

crossing your arms over your work uniform, you raised an eyebrow, “better? no. but i certainly don’t think i’m like you."

he took another step forward, his presence swallowing up all the space between you. you could feel the heat radiating off him now, making your pulse quicken despite your best efforts to remain indifferent.

“then maybe you should stop pretending like you can talk to me like that without consequences," rafe said quietly, his voice taking on a sharper edge. you swallowed hard, but kept your chin high, not backing down. “you don’t scare me, rafe."

there was a long silence as rafe studied you, his eyes intense, like he was trying to figure you out, trying to decode you.

“i wonder how long that attitude is gonna last, especially when you keep pushing me." before you could respond, he stepped closer, so close that the air between you two felt like it was on fire. for a moment, you forgot to breathe, the intensity of his gaze locking you in place.

rafe’s voice was barely a whisper, though you could hear the unrelenting emotion beneath it. “maybe i’ve had enough of being your enemy."

for a moment, you thought you saw something softer in his eyes, something that wasn’t just anger, but before you could respond, he closed the distance entirely. your heart skipped a beat, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you.

he paused, eyes flicking down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, waiting for something. maybe for you to push him away. or maybe for you to give in.

you didn’t move. you couldn’t.

and then, in one fluid motion, rafe leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was almost tentative at first. it wasn’t like the anger-fuelled words between you two. it was something different, something unexpected.

the kiss deepened, and there, in the quiet of the afternoon, something shifted. you didn’t pull away. you didn’t want to. a small whimper left your lips and vibrated against his. his hands travelled to your ass, squeezing gently as he pulled you closer. the squeeze caused your lips to part again in shock, allowing him to skilfully slip his tongue into your mouth. and it all started to make sense to you, why humans kissed. in a way, it was almost a preview of what else he could do with his mouth. ‘fuck, i shouldn’t be doing this,’ you thought, yet you didn’t pull away. instead your stomach flipped when you heard a low groan from his lips. holding onto his strong shoulders, you moved your hips against him, needing something to relieve the ache between your legs.

unfortunately, he came up for air, his breath heavy and eyes still intense as if searching for something in you. “fuck...” he let out, lust plastered across his features.

you swallowed hard, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze, but you didn’t look away. “what was that?” you whispered, voice shaky from the mix of confusion and something else that you didn’t know you could feel for him.

rafe looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “i don’t know. but i’m not walking away from this.”

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #rafe obx #drew starkey #rafe x pogue!reader #obx pogues #rafe imagine #obx x reader #outerbanks rafe #outer banks #obx fanfiction

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soulofapatrick · 2 years ago

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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Reader

Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other

Words: 2.6K

Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping

Y/N’s POV

Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.

I’ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. He’s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then there’s Stiles. He’s… well, he’s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.

Lately, though, something’s shifted. I’ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when he’s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friends—there’s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe it’s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.

Living under the same roof, it’s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where it’s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, I’m also terrified. What if he doesn’t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?

Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.

I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, it’s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.

The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering again—this time an entirely different scenario and it’s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.

I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stiles’? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.

I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?

There’s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaos—a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.

Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, “Hey Y/N! Come here,” He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.

I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.

I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. He’s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s got him so intrigued.

His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes me—a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffee—should be distracting, but it’s oddly comforting. It’s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.

I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what he’s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.

“Look at this,” He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.

Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.

Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.

As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detail—the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and I’m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.

For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.

But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.

The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage what’s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stiles’ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.

Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.

Stiles’ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend what’s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.

In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didn’t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.

As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.

The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stiles’ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. There’s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.

My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.

As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stiles’ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. There’s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until I’m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.

His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.

As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over me—desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.

Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.

“I-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I should’ve—" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that he’s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I can’t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.

Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.

The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything I’ve been feeling in a single moment. It’s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.

As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stiles’ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its own—a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.

His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. There’s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.

As our kiss deepens, I’m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stiles’ lips against mine feel like a discovery—a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.

The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stiles’ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scott’s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.

As Stiles responds to Scott’s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that I’m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.

Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.

“Sh-shit,” A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stiles’ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, “Fuck, I gotta go, talk later.” And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so I’m laying underneath him.

“Hi.” I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.

“Don’t you ‘hi’ me you little tease.” He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.

“What you gonna do about it?” I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.

Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.

"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."

Teen Wolf Masterlist TAG LIST - updated 21st Dec 2023

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waliminium · 6 months ago

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Fires We Can't Control

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader Warnings: adult language, strong sexual content, angst, drinking, intense physical tension, mature themes Word Count: 1.8k Summary: Harvey shows up at your door, half-drunk and burning with curiosity after receiving a cryptic text from you that has been driving him wild. He’s done playing games, and he’s here for answers—no more waiting. What begins as a heated confrontation quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Passion ignites between you two, and suddenly, the line between teasing and something more blurs into nothing.

Harvey Specter had a lot of things on his mind, but for the past few months, you had been one of the things that he couldn’t shake off. It wasn’t just your sarcastic remarks or the way you both kept the banter sharp—it was the way he couldn’t help but notice how his heart skipped a beat when you were near. And he hated himself for it.

You had never shown any signs of wanting to take things further, so he kept it light. Teasing touches, playful flirtation, just enough to keep things interesting without ever crossing that line. He didn’t want to risk ruining the one thing he knew was perfect—this thing between you that wasn’t defined, but was always there.

But then you sent him that damn text.

It was simple, cryptic, and the kind of message that left him staring at his phone for a few minutes, trying to read between the lines. What did it mean? What the hell were you really trying to say?

And just like that, Harvey was on a mission. Not to win a case this time, but to track you down. To find out what the hell you were playing at. He was ready to chase you down, through every street in New York if he had to, until you gave him answers.

But he quickly realized that the chase might not be about the message at all. Maybe it was about figuring out how much he was willing to risk to turn all this playful tension into something real.

And you? You’d never been one to give him easy answers. So, when he showed up at your door, half-drunk, eyes burning with curiosity, and the same cocky smile he always wore, he knew he’d finally found something he wanted more than just a game.

You were just about to shut off the lights and call it a night when the sudden, unmistakable sound of knocking echoed through your apartment. It was fast, almost urgent, but somehow still carrying that familiar, cocky rhythm.

You opened the door without hesitation, and there he was—Harvey Specter, looking disheveled, a little off-kilter. His usually pristine suit was slightly wrinkled, his tie a bit too loose, and his perfectly styled hair was a mess. He was standing there in the hallway, eyes burning with a mix of frustration and something else—a raw, unspoken desire that you hadn’t seen in him before.

"Harvey?" You raised an eyebrow, trying to mask the shock in your voice. "What the hell are you doing here?"

He didn’t answer right away. His gaze was locked on you, scanning every inch of your face as if trying to figure out what you were really thinking. And just as you were about to ask again, his lips quirked into that damn smirk of his, though there was an edge to it that felt different tonight.

"I got your message," he finally said, voice low, the words slurring just slightly. "You know, the one that made me lose my damn mind for the past two hours trying to figure out what it meant."

You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, keeping your composure even as your heart picked up its pace. "So you came all the way here just to ask about a text?"

He took a step closer, his presence filling the space between you. "I came here because I need to know," he said, his voice dropping, soft and dangerous. "And you’re gonna tell me."

A shiver ran down your spine as he reached up, brushing his thumb along the edge of your jaw. His touch was light, tentative, like he was testing the waters—but you both knew it was more than that. You could feel the electricity between you, the pull that neither of you could ignore anymore.

"And if I don’t?" you challenged, tilting your head slightly, just enough to test his resolve.

"Then I guess I’ll just have to figure it out the hard way," Harvey muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took another step forward. The space between you was almost nonexistent now, and you could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was dangerously close, his breath warm against your skin.

Your heart was pounding, but you held your ground. "What’s the hard way, Harvey?"

For a moment, he didn’t answer. Instead, his eyes flicked to your lips, then back to your eyes, and in the silence that followed, you both knew exactly what was about to happen.

Harvey took the final step, closing the distance, and in one swift motion, he kissed you—hard, demanding, a kiss that sent a jolt through your entire body. It wasn’t a question anymore. He wasn’t asking for permission, wasn’t waiting for a response. It was the culmination of all the tension, all the unspoken things hanging between you two, crashing down in that single, heated kiss.

When he pulled back, both of you were breathless, his hands still lingering on your shoulders, his thumb gently tracing the edge of your collarbone. His voice was rough when he spoke again.

"So, tell me. Was that the answer you were looking for?"

You couldn’t help but smirk, even as your pulse raced. "Maybe it was the answer I needed."

He let out a soft chuckle, leaning in again, but this time it wasn’t about pressing for answers—it was about something else entirely. You both knew it. And neither of you were willing to back down.

Harvey’s lips lingered just inches from yours, his breath a tantalizing mix of whiskey and something darker. His eyes were locked on yours, smoldering, like he was waiting for something—waiting for you to say something, to make the next move. But you didn’t speak. You let the silence stretch between you, charged with a thousand unspoken words.

He groaned low in his throat, his hands sliding down your arms, pulling you even closer. The space between you felt like it didn’t exist anymore, like your bodies were magnetized, drawn together by something neither of you could control. His lips brushed against your neck, the faintest of touches, but it was enough to make your skin erupt in goosebumps.

"I’m done guessing," he murmured against your skin, his voice rough. "Done wondering if you feel it too." His hands slid to the back of your neck, tilting your head back slightly, exposing the soft line of your throat. "I need to know. Right now."

You didn’t answer him right away. Instead, you tilted your chin up, just enough to meet his eyes again. The question was there, hanging between you two, in the tension, the way you were both breathing a little too fast. You could see it in the way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened further.

“I’m not asking for permission anymore, you know,” he continued, his fingers trailing up your back, the touch almost burning. “I’m just gonna take what I want.”

His lips crashed back to yours, more desperate this time, the heat between you building in a way that felt like it was about to explode. There was no more teasing, no more waiting. You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands threading through his hair, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat pulse in time with yours.

His body pressed into yours, and you felt the unmistakable heat of his desire. Your breath was ragged now, mixing with his as your mouths moved together, kissing and tasting, pushing and pulling. You couldn’t get enough of him. It was as if everything else had faded away, and there was nothing left but the two of you—locked in a kiss that was messy and hungry, but oh so needed.

When he finally pulled away, just enough to catch his breath, his lips were wet and swollen, his expression a mix of frustration and something deeper—something more vulnerable.

“You still haven’t told me what that text meant,” he said, voice hoarse.

You smirked, running your thumb along his bottom lip, feeling the faint trace of a smile tugging at the corners of your own mouth. “Maybe you’ll figure it out,” you whispered, a challenge in your voice, “if you stick around long enough.”

Harvey’s eyes darkened even more, his hands moving down to your waist, gripping you like he was never letting go. “I plan to.”

With that, he pulled you back into a kiss, more demanding this time, his hands exploring the curves of your body as if he was marking you, claiming you in a way that felt irrevocable.

And you didn’t stop him.

The kiss didn’t stop. It was the kind of kiss that pulled you under, like a tidal wave crashing over you both. Every second felt like it was stretching out into eternity, but in the best way possible. The heat was intense, almost scorching, as if neither of you could get close enough, couldn’t touch enough. You wanted more, he wanted more—your hands were tangled in each other’s clothes, fumbling, eager, desperate.

Harvey’s lips left yours only for a split second, but his mouth was everywhere else: your neck, your jaw, the sensitive skin beneath your ear. The sounds between you two were raw—breaths, murmurs, the heat of your bodies pressing against each other. You felt him against you, hard and unyielding, a physical reminder of the desire that had been simmering between you for so long.

And then, just like that, the world outside your apartment ceased to exist. All that mattered was the way his hands were tracing the curve of your back, the way your body was reacting to every touch, every movement. The taste of him lingered on your lips, intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough.

Harvey pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes, his pupils blown wide, face flushed with the aftermath of the kiss. He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling beneath you. His hands slid down to your hips, squeezing just hard enough to leave a mark, a reminder that this—whatever this was—wasn’t going to be easy to forget.

“You’re trouble, you know that?” he said, voice thick with desire, but there was an edge of something else. Maybe it was the vulnerability that crept in when he let his guard down, even for a moment. “The kind of trouble that makes me want to do it all over again.”

You smirked, knowing exactly how to push him. “Maybe that’s the point, Harvey. You wanted answers. But I think you’ll have to work a little harder for them.”

He raised an eyebrow, but the smirk on his face told you he was up for the challenge. “Don’t tempt me.”

And that’s when you saw it—the moment when he realized that this wasn’t just about the text anymore. It was about you. It was about both of you, tangled in this mess of passion, desire, and something that neither of you wanted to admit—that something more.

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altxts · 4 months ago

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- Heartfelt Cooking

summary: “Not the kind of mess I was expecting”

- pairing: top!soobin x btm!beomgyu

content: nsfw, smut, rough kitchen sex, anal sex, dominant and big dick soobin, sub beomgyu, lots of fucking, food play??

- note: well this took ages to finish, forgot how “content” works lol, mdni.

"Hyung, can I ask you something?" Beomgyu's voice was timid, a stark contrast to the boisterous laughter echoing from the other members' dorm room. Soobin looked up from his book, a furrow of confusion etched into his brow. He was used to the younger member's boundless energy, not this tentative approach.

Soobin set his book down, leaning against the headboard of his bed. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to keep the harsh daylight out. "What's up, Beomgyu?" he asked, his tone cold but gentle.

Beomgyu bit his bottom lip, his eyes darting around the room. "Well, I was wondering if you could help me with something." He paused, his cheeks flushing pink. "I'm trying to make dinner for everyone tonight, but I'm not really good at cooking," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soobin raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You want me to help you cook?" It was rare for any of the members to take charge in the kitchen, especially when it came to preparing a meal for the whole group. But the thought of spending some quality time with Beomgyu was didn’t sound too bad. "Alright, what's on the menu?"

Beomgyu's eyes lit up with relief. "I was thinking of making bulgogi," he said, his voice growing more confident. "But I don't know if I can handle the marinade."

Soobin nodded. "Sounds good to me." He pushed himself off the bed and stood up, stretching his long frame. "Let's go to the kitchen and see what we can whip up."

Beomgyu led the way, his heart pounding in his chest. As they entered the kitchen, the smell of garlic and soy sauce filled the air, remnants of past culinary attempts. Soobin grabbed an apron from the hook by the door and tossed it to Beomgyu, who caught it with a giggle. "Put this on," he said, tying his own apron around his waist. "We don't want you getting all messy."

Beomgyu obeyed, tying the apron strings into a neat bow at the back. As he turned around, Soobin reached out to grab the marinade ingredients from the fridge, accidentally brushing against Beomgyu's butt. The contact was fleeting, but electric. Beomgyu froze, his eyes going wide. Soobin pretended not to notice, focusing on the bottles of sauces before him. But inside, he felt his body respond to the unintentional touch. He hadn't realized how much he'd been craving such tension.

He cleared his throat and turned back to face Beomgyu, who was still standing there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Soobin took a step closer, their bodies almost touching. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low and teasing.

Beomgyu nodded, his cheeks still flushed. "Yeah, I'm fine," he managed to say, though his voice trembled slightly. Soobin could see the question in his eyes, the silent plea for more. The air between them growing thick with anticipation.

Without warning, Soobin grabbed Beomgyu's wrist, pulling him closer. "Why don't you start by cutting the vegetables?" he murmured, his breath hot against Beomgyu's ear. Beomgyu nodded, his heart racing as he took the knife with a shaky hand. Soobin stepped in behind him, pressing his firm body against the smaller man's, his hands covering Beomgyu's as they guided the knife through the carrots and onions.

Their presence felt mutually intoxicating, and Beomgyu could feel Soobin's arousal growing. He tried to focus on the task at hand, but the heat from Soobin's body was making it difficult. Soobin leaned down, whispering instructions into his ear as he ground his hips into Beomgyu's backside. "Make sure they're all the same size," he breathed, his voice husky with desire. Beomgyu's breath hitched as he felt the hardness growing against his lower back.

Unable to resist any longer, Soobin spun Beomgyu around, pushing him against the counter. He claimed the younger man's lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue delving deep. Beomgyu melted into the embrace, his body responding instinctively. He wrapped his arms around Soobin's neck, pulling him closer.

Soobin's hands roamed down Beomgyu's body, slipping under the apron to grope his ass. He squeezed it firmly, eliciting a gasp from Beomgyu's lips. The fabric of their clothes was no barrier to the heat building between them. He untied Beomgyu's apron, letting it fall to the floor. Beomgyu's eyes never left Soobin's as he reached down to unbuckle the older man's belt.

The sound of the belt being unbuckled was like a gunshot in the quiet kitchen, echoing through the room. Soobin stepped back, his pants falling to his ankles, revealing his massive erection straining against his boxers. Beomgyu stared, his eyes wide with both fear and excitement. Soobin's hand slid down to cup Beomgyu's cheek, his thumb stroking the soft skin there. "You want this, don't you?" he growled, his eyes dark with lust.

Beomgyu nodded, unable to find his voice. He could feel his own cock twitch in his pants, desperate for Soobin's touch. Soobin leaned in and kissed him again, his teeth nipping at Beomgyu's bottom lip. He pushed Beomgyu down onto the counter, the cold surface sending a shiver through his body. He stepped in between Beomgyu's legs, his cock nudging at the younger man's stomach.

With a quick yank, Soobin pulled Beomgyu's pants down, exposing his plump ass. He groaned at the sight, his hand reaching out to caress the smooth skin. "So beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. Beomgyu whimpered, his face flushing with arousal.

Soobin stepped back, his cock now fully exposed, standing tall and proud. He took a moment to appreciate the way Beomgyu's eyes widened at the sight of it. It was massive. He slammed Beomgyu's legs apart and positioned himself at the entrance of his tight, pink hole.

With a smirk, Soobin grabbed the bottle of oil they'd planned to use for the bulgogi and drizzled a generous amount onto Beomgyu's ass. The younger boy squirmed at the cold sensation, his cheeks pressing into the counter. Soobin chuckled, his own excitement growing. He rubbed the oil into the soft skin, making sure every inch was coated. His finger hovered at the entrance, and with a swift motion, he pushed it in, making Beomgyu gasp.

"You're so tight, baby," Soobin murmured, his voice a mix of praise and a challenge. Beomgyu moaned, his body quivering with anticipation. Soobin added another finger, stretching him gently but insistently. Beomgyu's nails dug into the countertop as he tried to adjust to the sensation. "You're going to take all of me," Soobin said, his voice a dark promise.

Beomgyu could only nod, his eyes screwed shut, his breath coming in short gasps. He felt Soobin's thumb circling his hole, and he cried out, his hips bucking against the intrusion. "Hyung, please," he begged, his voice needy.

Soobin's grin was wicked as he finally lined up the head of his cock with Beomgyu's hole. "Please what?" he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"Please, hyung," Beomgyu whimpered, his voice shaking with need. "Please fuck me."

Soobin's chuckle was low and dark as he lined up his cock, the tip pressing against the tight ring of muscle. "As you wish," he murmured, and with one swift thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Beomgyu's scream was muffled by the palm Soobin had clamped over his mouth, his body arching off the counter as he was filled completely.

"That's it," Soobin whispered, his voice a sinful caress in Beomgyu's ear. "Take it all baby..." He began to move, his hips snapping back and forth in a rough rhythm that made the kitchen table shake. Beomgyu's eyes watered with the pain, but he could feel the beginnings of pleasure unfurling within him. Soobin's grip on his waist was bruising, his thrusts deep and unyielding.

"You're mine," Soobin said, his voice harsh with desire. "Mine to fuck whenever I want." Beomgyu moaned in response, his body already betraying him, his walls clenching around the thick intrusion. Soobin's hand slid down to grip Beomgyu's cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts. "You like that, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a seductive whisper. "You like it when your hyung takes control, hm?"

Beomgyu's eyes rolled back in his head as Soobin hit his prostate, the sensation overwhelming. He nodded frantically, his voice lost in a symphony of moans and whimpers. Soobin's strokes grew faster, his grip tightening, as he pushed Beomgyu closer and closer to the edge. The kitchen was a cacophony of sounds: the slap of flesh against flesh, the squelch of Soobin's cock sliding in and out of Beomgyu's tight ass, and their mingled gasps for air.

"Look at me," Soobin demanded, his hand releasing Beomgyu's mouth. The younger boy's eyes snapped open, his pupils blown with lust as he stared up at Soobin. The older man's face was flushed, his eyes hooded with desire, and his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. "You're going to come for me," Soobin murmured, his voice thick with dominance. "You're going to scream my fucking name."

Beomgyu's hips rolled back, taking Soobin deeper, his body desperate for the release it knew was coming. The muscular top leaned in closer, his cock pistoning in and out of Beomgyu's ass. "Hyung," Beomgyu moaned, his voice a sweet, keening sound that sent shockwaves through Soobin's body. "I'm going to come," he warned, his voice high and tight.

Soobin's hand tightened on Beomgyu's cock, his strokes quickening. "Do it," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Come for me. Show me how much you love your hyung's cock." The words were a catalyst, and with a strangled cry, Beomgyu's body convulsed, spilling hot ropes of cum across the counter. The sight was almost too much for Soobin to handle, his own orgasm barreling down on him like a freight train.

He pulled out abruptly, tearing a gasp from Beomgyu's throat. Before the younger member could recover, Soobin turned him around, pushing him onto all fours. He grabbed Beomgyu's hips, pulling him back onto his still-hard cock. The feeling of Beomgyu's warm, sticky cum coating his length only served to drive Soobin wilder. "You're such a good boy," he murmured, his voice thick with arousal. "Now let me show you how much I appreciate it."

Beomgyu's eyes rolled back as Soobin began to pound into him from behind, his hands gripping the counter for dear life. The older man's grip on his hips was unyielding, his thrusts deep and rough. Each time Soobin hit his prostate, Beomgyu's body jolted with pleasure, his knees sliding on the slick countertop. "Your ass is so tight," Soobin groaned, his voice a dark symphony of lust. "So perfect for my big cock."

The kitchen was their personal playground now, the scent of arousal mingling with the faint smell of marinade. Beomgyu could feel Soobin's cock swelling even more, stretching him to his limits. The pain was delicious, a thrilling reminder of who was in charge. "That's it," Soobin encouraged, his breath hot and ragged in Beomgyu's ear. "Take it all. You love it, don't you? You love your hyung's cock."

Beomgyu's response was a garbled moan, his words lost in the haze of pleasure. He felt Soobin's thumb dig into the flesh of his hip as the other hand slapped his ass, the sound echoing in the small space. "Look at this jiggly ass," Soobin growled, giving it a firm squeeze. "So perfect. So tempting." Each slap was followed by a deep, punishing thrust, pushing Beomgyu closer and closer to the edge of oblivion.

The younger boy's body was a canvas of sensation, Soobin's touch painting a masterpiece of desire and submission. He arched his back, pushing back against his hyung's cock, eager for more. "Please, hyung," he begged, his voice barely recognizable. "Don't stop." His words were a siren's song, urging Soobin onward.

Soobin's grip on Beomgyu's hips tightened, his thrusts growing more forceful. He reveled in the younger man's vulnerability, his own pleasure skyrocketing. "You want more, baby?" he taunted, his voice a dark melody. "You want me to fill you up?" Beomgyu nodded frantically, his cheek pressing against the cold counter.

With a feral grin, Soobin pulled out almost entirely before slamming back in, making Beomgyu's body quiver. The younger man's eyes squeezed shut, and a scream tore from his throat. "Hyung!" he cried out, the word a desperate plea. Soobin felt his own orgasm approaching, his cock swelling even more. He quickened his pace, his hips slapping against Beomgyu's ass with each powerful thrust.

Beomgyu's moans grew louder, his body moving in sync with Soobin's. He felt so full, so claimed by the man he'd longed for. He could feel Soobin's cock thickening, the veins bulging, and knew he was close. The pressure built inside him, a coil of ecstasy tightening in his stomach. "Hyung, hyung," he chanted, his voice breaking on the word.

Soobin's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing ragged. He leaned over Beomgyu, his hands gripping the counter on either side of the younger man's body. His eyes bore into Beomgyu's, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to handle. "You're mine," he growled, his teeth clenched. "Say it."

Beomgyu's voice was a desperate whine. "Y-yes, hyung." His body was a livewire, each nerve ending singing with pleasure. "I'm yours."

Soobin's smile was one of pure triumph as he heard the words fall from Beomgyu's lips. With one final, brutal thrust, he reached his peak, flooding Beomgyu's insides with his hot, sticky seed. The younger man screamed, the sound raw and unfiltered, echoing through the kitchen as his body clenched around Soobin's cock. The sensation was overwhelming, the heat of Soobin's cum filling him up.

Soobin leaned over, his chest heaving with exertion, his eyes never leaving Beomgyu's. He watched the younger man's face contort with pleasure, his cheeks flushed and eyes glazed over. Beomgyu's mouth was open in a silent "O," his body trembling with the aftershocks of his climax. "Such a good boy," Soobin murmured, his voice filled with pride.

Gently, Soobin withdrew, the absence of his cock leaving Beomgyu feeling both empty and relieved. He slumped onto the counter, his legs shaking, as Soobin turned him around to face him. The older member's expression softened as he took in the sight of Beomgyu's flushed face and the sheen of sweat that coated his body. He reached out, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from Beomgyu's cheek. "You okay?" he asked, his voice tender.

Beomgyu nodded, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Yeah," he managed to croak out, his voice hoarse from his cries. Soobin pulled him into a warm embrace, cradling his head against his broad chest. Beomgyu could feel the rapid beat of Soobin's heart, a comforting rhythm that helped to soothe his own racing pulse.

The two of them stood there for a moment, panting and sweaty, their bodies sticky from their exertion. Soobin reached for the apron that had fallen to the floor, using it to clean them both up. He was careful not to be too rough, his touch gentle and soothing as he wiped the sweat from Beomgyu's forehead and the cum from his chin. Beomgyu's legs felt like jelly, but he was content to lean into Soobin's embrace, his body still trembling with the aftermath of their intense encounter.

Once they were both cleaned up, Soobin pulled Beomgyu to his feet, his hands lingering on the younger man's hips. "Not the kind of mess I was expecting" he joked, his voice a low rumble that made Beomgyu's stomach flip. The submissive boy nodded, a small smile playing on his lips as he slid off the counter. The kitchen was a mess, ingredients scattered across the counter and a fine mist of oil coating the surface.

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rafegetinmybed · 3 months ago

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fleeting moments cw: angst, cheating, not proof read, plot is def all over the place.

the bass thumped through the crowded frat house, each beat vibrating your chest as you leaned against the kitchen counter, drink in hand. you scanned the chaotic scene around you—people laughing, dancing, losing themselves in the music. but no matter how hard you tried to immerse yourself in the festivities, your mind kept drifting back to rafe cameron. he stood with topper and kelce, his smile bright enough to light up the entire room. just a few hours ago, you had shared a moment that felt electric—an undeniable connection that made your heart race.

“rafe!” you called, raising your hand to wave him over. you felt your heart quicken as he pushed his way through the crowd, a smirk breaking across his face. when he reached you, any trace of anxiety faded for a moment. he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and you could feel the heat radiating off him. it was exhilarating, almost intoxicating.

“you look really good tonight,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours with a magnetic intensity. without thinking, you leaned in, caught in the warmth of his presence, the party fading away until it was just the two of you. as your lips met, it was tentative and sweet at first, but the kiss quickly deepened, turning into something urgent, something raw. rafe's hand slid down to your ass, gripping you tightly as he pulled you closer. it sent a jolt of electricity through you, igniting every nerve ending in your body. for that moment, everything felt perfect.

just as you had begun to lose yourself completely, the bubble burst. rafe pulled back, breathing heavily, and you watched as his gaze flickered away from you. your heart dropped as you realized he was staring at another girl across the room. she was stunning—effortlessly vibrant and laughing with a group of admirers. the energy in the room shifted, and suddenly you felt small and insignificant.

“hey, ‘m gonna be right back,” he said, his voice sounding almost casual, but there was an edge of distraction in his tone. he loosened his grip on you, a wave of cold panic washing over you as you forced out a smile. “sure,” you replied, your voice trembling slightly. he turned and walked away, leaving you alone in the dim kitchen. you watched as he approached her, your heart sinking deeper with each step he took away from you.

as rafe engaged with her, laughter bubbling between them, your stomach churned. jealousy twisted like a knife, sharp and unrelenting. you weren’t just a passing fling; you had shared something real with him, hadn’t you? the kiss echoed in your mind—searing and genuine—but now it felt like a cruel tease. they leaned in close, sharing secrets and soft laughs, and it felt like a punch to your gut. the ache of realization was unbearable; you were just a moment, a breath, a distraction in his life, and she was everything.

the knot in your stomach tightened as you forced yourself to look away, stepping outside onto the porch for fresh air. the cool night wrapped around you, a stark contrast to the heat building inside. you leaned over the railing, feeling the weight of anxiety pressing down.

and then you heard it—a burst of laughter that shattered your composure. you turned back to the door just in time to see him lean in closer to the girl, his voice low and intimate.

you clenched your jaw, heart pounding as you could barely hear what he said, but you could see the way she smiled, her eyes sparkling like she was part of a different universe. steel replaced the warmth in your chest as jealousy and hurt consumed you. what had you been thinking? that he could ever be yours? you were merely a distraction, a fleeting spark in his glamorous world.

rafe reached up, brushing a strand of hair away from her face, and in that moment, everything inside you shattered. it was almost surreal, watching him, your rafe, be someone else’s—his expression a mix of playfulness and desire as he leaned in even closer.

and then it happened. he kissed her. it was a soft brush at first, but quickly deepened into a full, passionate embrace, their bodies pressing together like they were meant to be. the world around you faded into a blur as your stomach dropped, the weight of betrayal crashing over you in waves. you felt as if the ground had given way beneath your feet.

the kiss lingered, but to you, it felt like an eternity. you wanted to scream, to shove your way through the crowd and confront him, but you were frozen—caught between the reality of what you were witnessing and the sorrow wrapping around your heart like chains.

as they broke apart, rafe’s expression radiated with something that felt unsettlingly like genuine happiness. it felt like a slap in the face—this was the boy who had kissed you, who had made you feel alive for just a moment, yet here he was, choosing someone else.

desperate to escape the suffocating pit of heartbreak that opened inside you, you slipped out of the kitchen and into the cool night air. the porch was quiet, illuminated only by the light of the stars above. you leaned against the railing, breathing deep to keep the emotions bubbling inside you at bay. but the quiet was now a stark reminder of the chaos you’d just left behind, and the tranquility did nothing to soothe your racing heart.

memories washed over you—the warmth of rafe’s hand on your back, the way he had looked at you as if you were the only person in the room, the kiss that had ignited hope in your chest. you felt like an idiot for thinking that could mean anything more. the longer you stood there, the more the weight of sadness settled in your chest. tears threatened to spill, but you blinked them away, trying to regain some semblance of control.

with tears beginning to sting your eyes, you turned away, wanting nothing more than to escape the pain of this night. stepping off the porch and into the night, you took a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm inside you. each step away from the house felt heavy, like you were dragging the weight of your shattered heart behind you.

from the porch, you could hear the buzz from inside the house—shouts, laughter, and the throbbing music—fear creeping in that this would be a night you would never forget, but for all the wrong reasons. you turned your gaze back to the door, waiting, but it felt like an eternity. what if he didn’t come back? the thought gnawed at you, tightening the available breath in your lungs. had you been foolish to think this could go beyond a night of fun?

after what felt like a lifetime, you caught sight of rafe again. he was still with her, now leaning in, whispering something that made her giggle. he seemed genuinely enthralled, and the reality hit you harder than before: he was moving on, and you were being left behind. the tension you had felt earlier shifted into something sharper, something that left you feeling hollow.

with a heavy heart, you turned to leave as a fresh wave of tears threatened to spill. you had come here hoping for a moment of connection, but instead, you stood on the fringes of a memory that wasn’t yours to keep. every step away from the house felt like a tear in your heart, a reminder of what could have been, and with that last lingering glance at rafe's carefree laughter, you finally understood—some moments were meant to be fleeting, and you were left standing in the shadows of something beautiful that was never truly yours.

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loganwritesprobably · 8 months ago

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My bad

Tags/Warnings: Peter/GN!Reader, getting together, fluff, redeemed!Peter, set post Peter's resurrection, not spell checked/beta read

Now that he was back and sane again, it was easy to forget that Peter had ever been the insane Alpha killing people throughout Beacon Hills. Of course, you'd thought he was hot before but then you'd at least felt guilty about it, now that he was back and seemingly whole and done with murder sprees you were struggling to feel that same guilt.

Scott, of course, did not believe that Peter was done with his killing. Most pack members didn't, and truly you didn't blame him. It didn't matter how much you encouraged Scott to use his enhanced hearing to listen to Peter's heartbeat or use his enhanced smell to check Peter's scent - he was resolute. Peter is evil and always will be.

When you asked Stiles to use his dad's computer to check Peter's details, to find his registered age and his birth certificate, he hesitated for a moment on his judgement. Peter was barely older than Derek - just seven years. That made him twenty eight years old. Sure he was absolutely a grown adult but nowhere near as old as they were expecting him to be - and a solid six of those years were spent in a coma. You could smell Stiles' guilt mixing with confusion and frustration, and you assured him that guilt had no role to play as long as everyone was more gentle in future.

At first, Peter was suspicious of you, and you couldn't blame him. You'd approached Derek when he returned because you'd gone to school together and wanted to reconnect after so much time apart - you'd become a werewolf in that time and revealed that reflecting on your time as acquaintances as classmates led you to guess what had truly happened to the Hales. You assured him you'd been looking after the territory as best as you could, but you alone were no match for a rogue Alpha. Your pack was your human parents. You'd helped ultimately kill him, and now you were acting as if he'd been a friend just as much as anyone else.

Though, with werewolf senses and above average intelligence, it took very little time for Peter to realise what exactly promoted you to act so kindly - your attraction to him. He spent time sitting on the information and watched you, and the way you navigated the world, the way you interacted with pack members and how you spoke about him when you weren't aware he was listening. You were his most staunch defender, not defending his actions but the reasoning behind them, and advocating for him having a second chance. He appeared to have changed, and they didn't want him feral again - that last point had been what had gotten him closer to pack members.

Derek was struggling with his new pack mates, and Peter's help was invaluable. As you left the loft one day, you leaned into Derek's ear and softly whispered "you're welcome," and had never followed up on it after that.

Peter had watched the interaction happen, and that was what had told him that he needed to pursue you. He couldn't stand how it felt to see you so close to someone that wasn't him - someone you had history with and was your own age, no less.

You reached the parking garage beneath the loft, and before you could so much as fish your keys from your pocket to unlock your car, you were pushed against a wall. For a moment you were unsure what was happening, until you processed the feeling of a warm, hard body against your own. Bulking muscles pressed against you, electric blue eyes boring into yours, and claws tentatively pressed against your hips to hold you in place without destroying your clothes.

"Peter?" You asked in a whisper, a shiver travelling down your spine as heat gathered in your stomach.

"Mine." He growled in response, and despite his complete lack of niceties or courting or even asking a question, you nodded. You nodded enthusiastically. Then, his lips were on yours, kissing you enthusiastically. His tongue pushed into your mouth to claim it, hands roaming your body to feel you and leave his scent behind. You doubted Scott would notice, but you happily gave into Peter's instincts, your own whining with submission.

You doubted the others would be happy, but that was their business really, not yours.

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kael-writ · 11 days ago

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Is global warming giving you heat waves you aren't used to? Some tips from someone used to them:

- CHECK IN ON THE OLD FOLKS. Elderly people and vulnerable people like the mentally ill, disabled, and children, as well as pets, can and do die in heatwaves. Others can too, but particularly the vulnerable. Make sure they are cool!

- KEEP AN EYE ON THE KIDS. Kids get hotter faster and cant always tell they're overheating, but you will see them getting flushed red in the face, and they will become grumpy and tired. Give them lots of water, put them in a hat and sunscreen, let them play in the sprinklers or a kiddie pool. Let them have popsicles! There's more low sugar options now. Get them to take a little break for a book.

- LOOK OUT FOR THE HOMELESS! Give out water, fruit, sunscreen, cold packs, tarps and tents, umbrellas, transit cards, cash, and information in different languages on cooling centers.

- dont leave ANIMALS outside in the heat with no water or shade! Give them a trim if they have thick coats not meant for this. They should only be outdoors if the house is hotter, and if there is shade outside, same as you. If you're hot, so are they. Leave water out if you know there are strays out without a good water source.

- if you can get AC, do it. Ive seen some UK people say its hard and/or they're against it. But sorry, this is your health and safety. Heat waves kill vulnerable people every year. There are safer ways to offset global warming than torturing and endangering yourself.

AC is best in a small room, most people cant afford to cool the whole house so they might just have it in a bedroom or somewhere strategic like that. Some people put it in a central common room alternatively and fan it into nearby smaller bedrooms.

Be careful installing it, ideally with help from a friend and carefully study all the instructions. You dont wanna run into problems like dropping it out a window or forgetting to clean the filter, and they're heavy to carry too. There are also different kinds like floor units.

To save money/energy, you can turn it off at night and/or use energy saver settings. It can zap electricity and throw the breaker so be aware of if you can run other stuff like a microwave or not.

- if you cant get AC there are ways to DIY. A bowl of ice in front of a fan for example. Some people know how to DIY a pretty decent swamp cooler, I haven't done it but Ive seen instructions online.

If you are more fortunate, see if any poor people you know in need will let you buy them an AC and/or fans. Or let someone you trust who is in need hang out at your home. If they're proud, invite them for company.

- During the day, if you need, go to cooling centers and places like libraries, and help vulnerable people to do so.

- Windows closed in the day to keep out heat, open at night to let in cool.

I know your instinct is to want fresh air, but that air aint fresh. Use fans to push the air OUT the window, or if you want it a little open, open the TOP, so rising heat escapes.

A second fan on your body can feel good, but you dont want to be blowing hot air into your home.

At night when the temp drops, open those windows (and turn the fan to blow in) to cool off!

- Use fans strategically to keep air moving! Like I said, blowing hot air out, but you can also have multiple fans keeping air circulating inside your home.

- during the day use a heavy curtain or shade, if availabsle, to cover the window, this keeps the sun out and from heating up the room.

- Sunscreen! And yes, darker skinned people need it too. Even if you like to tan. Reapply regularly, especially considering water and sweat.

- cover your body outside with light fabrics if you can. Unfortunately a lot of Western fast fashion fabrics like polyester and acrylic are bad for heat. Meanwhile in hot places like India and the middle east, you find more light breathable fabrics like 100% cotton.

I think a lot of Westerners from the North don't understand how cooling wearing *more* clothes can be! Because so much of our clothing is designed for Winter. but different clothing does different things!

Yet another reason to not be a racist asshole and to actually learn from other cultures.

- Cover your head and face. ie wear a broad brimmed hat. Ever since I got my keffiyeh to support Palestine I cant imagine getting through Summer without one. It covers my bald head from getting burnt and cools down my face.

- drink lots of water! Especially if you're an alcoholic or caffeine addict. Flavored water is fine. Watery fruit is great.

- if you dont have AC and your home is very hot, especially a British home designed for warmth, the outside may be cooler! These little rooms can trap heat. So go outside with sun protection and hang out in the shade. Put your feet in a little tub of water.

- Put a cold wet towel across your body. Lay or sit on a cool surface, ie not a thick blanket but a cool sheet.

some surfaces like cement absorb and transfer heat in the sun more than others (and same with cold).

- go swimming or take a cold shower or bath.

- use a cold compress or ice pack.

- Put your pillowcase in the freezer for a bit.

- make ice cubes!

- food like cheese and fruits that you may usually keep out, you may wanna refrigerate now

- you can insulate cooler spaces to make them retain that cool better with closed doors or blankets over entries. NOT if this is a hot room, but if you have AC or something that keep that room cool.

Sometimes if you have a little hot bedroom next to a common area that is cooled you may alternatively want to put a fan at your door and blow the AC in. I did this when my roomie had AC but I didnt.

As kids we used to just camp out in the cooled area, whether that was a common area or our parents' room.

- basements are cooler. Heat rises! So hanging out in the basement can help!

- REST! The heat is wearing down your body! take a nap in the shade or AC when you are relatively cool.

limit strenuous activity. Take it slow. (eta: You're not being lazy, you're being SMART and careful!)

- If you can take off work or school, and your home is cool, do it. Or if they are cool and your home isnt, go. See if you can go earlier in the day and leave later, in fact.

- be aware of signs of HEAT STROKE! confusion/delerium, nausea, irritation, flushed face, high temp, headache, rapid heart beat. Cool the person down ie with water and monitor in case you need emergency services.

- eta: skin care tip! you may have areas like your thighs or under breasts that you may want to keep it extra clean and dry and use powder (corn starch works well). Especially if you're prone to skin issues and rashes, like if you're diabetic, a lot of sweat can cause issues. jock itch cream can work on other parts of your body like the underboob area if you do get a rash (talk to the pharmacist). With a rash, you dont want MORE moisture or to lock in moisture but to keep it dry. Wearing fabric like shorts that keep your thighs from rubbing together can help.

- also be prepared to do laundry more often!

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dracomalfoy7 · 9 months ago

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Sore Loser

Fred Weasley x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Y/N comes back to the dorm to see Fred who just lost a quidditch team to her house.

Word Count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Kissing, Sexual Activity Implied (18+) sorta?

A/N: You guys if I could I'd write the smut you deserve. P.S Request are open!

The dorm was eerily quiet as you made your way through the dimly lit halls of the castle. It was late, and most of the students were either still celebrating in the Slytherin common room or had turned in for the night. You could hear the muffled sounds of cheers and laughter echoing through the walls from the victory party still raging below, but it didn’t interest you. You had your own reason to celebrate, and it wasn’t in the common room.

Fred.

The image of him, his face tight with frustration, flashed through your mind. He had taken the loss hard—harder than you expected. Quidditch matches were always intense between Gryffindor and Slytherin, but this time, the stakes had been higher. Both houses had been tied for the House Cup, and now, thanks to Slytherin’s victory, the Cup was yours.

Fred was proud, competitive, and a Gryffindor through and through. He hated losing—especially to Slytherin, especially to you. The two of you had always had a tense rivalry on the field, but that rivalry spilled into something else off the pitch—something fiery and uncontrollable.

As you pushed open the door to his dorm, you found him exactly as you expected—sitting on the edge of his bed, shoulders tense, his head in his hands.

“You’re here,” he muttered without looking up, his voice low and edged with frustration.

“I am,” you replied, closing the door softly behind you. You took a tentative step closer, trying to gauge his mood.

Fred finally looked up, his eyes dark and filled with a mixture of anger and something else—something deeper. “Came to rub it in, did you?” His words were sharp, but there was a flicker of vulnerability in them, the kind that only you ever saw.

“I didn’t—”

“Because if you did, you can leave,” he interrupted, standing abruptly. His height and presence loomed over you, but you didn’t flinch. You had faced him on the Quidditch pitch before, and you weren’t going to back down now. Not from this.

“I’m not here to rub it in,” you said firmly, meeting his gaze. “I’m here because I wanted to see you.”

Fred scoffed, running a hand through his messy hair. “Why? To tell me how brilliant your Seeker was? Or how my Keeper was shite today?”

You stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest, feeling the tension radiate from him. His heart was pounding beneath your palm. “No, Fred. I’m here because I knew you’d be upset. I just wanted to be here with you.”

He looked down at your hand on his chest, his jaw clenched. “I hate losing to you,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, but still filled with that same frustration.

You smirked despite the heaviness in the air. “I know. But you’ll get over it.”

Fred’s eyes snapped back to yours, the tension between you crackling like electricity. “You think it’s that easy?”

“No,” you whispered, your fingers trailing down his chest slowly, teasing. “I think it’ll take more than a few minutes.”

Before you could say anything else, Fred’s hands were on you—rough, desperate, pulling you closer. His lips crashed against yours in a heated, bruising kiss, all of his anger and frustration spilling out. You kissed him back with equal force, your fingers tangling in his hair as you let him take control.

Fred’s hands roamed your body, gripping your waist tightly, like he was afraid to let go. The kiss deepened, becoming more frantic, more needy. It was the kind of kiss that came after a fight—the kind that was filled with anger, desire, and a need to feel something other than the pain of losing.

He pushed you back against the bed, his body pressing against yours, and you could feel the heat between you growing. You didn’t care about the match anymore, about the rivalry between your houses. All that mattered was this moment—him, you, and the way he made you feel.

Fred pulled back just enough to look at you, his breath heavy. “I should hate you right now.”

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers as if trying to find some hidden truth there. And then, without warning, he kissed her again.

This time, it was softer, slower, but no less intense. His hands slid up her sides, pulling her closer until there was no space between them, until she could feel the heat of his body seeping into hers. Y/N’s fingers tangled in his hair, tugging gently as she pressed herself against him, her heart racing as their kiss deepened.

Fred groaned softly against her mouth, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. His hands moved to her lower back, pulling her tighter against him, his grip almost possessive. Y/N could feel the intensity of his need in every touch, every kiss, and it was overwhelming, intoxicating.

But she wanted more. She wanted all of him.

She broke the kiss, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she pulled back just enough to look at him. His eyes were dark, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own, and for a moment, they just stood there, staring at each other, the air between them thick with tension.

“Are you sure about this?” Fred asked, his voice rough, his hands still resting on her hips, but looser now, giving her the space to pull away if she wanted to.

Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. “I’ve never been more sure.”

His lips curved into a slow, almost predatory smile, and in that moment, all the hesitation, all the uncertainty seemed to melt away. He pulled her back into him, his lips finding hers once more, more insistent this time, more demanding.

Y/N’s body responded instantly, her hands moving to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head. Fred broke the kiss just long enough to help her, his hands moving quickly to discard the fabric before pulling her back into him.

Her fingers roamed over his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the rapid rise and fall of his breath. He was all hard muscle and rough edges, and the sensation of his body pressed against hers sent a surge of desire coursing through her.

Fred’s hands were everywhere—her waist, her back, her hips—pulling her closer, guiding her until her back hit the wall behind them. Y/N gasped as the cold stone pressed against her, but the sensation was quickly forgotten as Fred’s lips found her neck, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat.

Her breath hitched as his hands slid beneath her shirt, his fingers brushing over her skin, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. She arched into him, her body craving more, needing more.

“Freddie,” she breathed, her hands clutching at his shoulders as he kissed his way down to her collarbone.

His only response was a low growl, his hands moving to her hips, lifting her up against the wall with ease. Y/N wrapped her legs around his waist, her fingers tangling in his hair as he pressed himself against her, his mouth returning to hers in a fierce, heated kiss.

It was all-consuming. His touch, his kiss, the feel of his body against hers. Y/N was lost in him, in the intensity of the moment, in the heat that seemed to burn between them. She could feel the weight of all the emotions they’d been holding back—the frustration, the tension, the desire—and it was like a dam had finally broken.

And then, just as suddenly as it had started, it all slowed down. Fred pulled back slightly, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he rested his forehead against hers, his hands still gripping her waist, holding her up.

“Y/N,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his eyes dark and filled with emotion. “I don’t just want this. I want you. All of you.”

Y/N’s heart clenched at his words. There was a vulnerability in his voice, in the way he looked at her, that made her chest ache. She cupped his face in her hands, her thumbs brushing over his cheekbones as she met his gaze.

“I’m yours, Freddie,” she whispered, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside her. “I’ve always been yours.”

For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of her words hanging in the air between them. And then, with a soft, almost reverent kiss, Fred pulled her closer, holding her as if he never wanted to let her go.

You both knew that when the sun rose, the rivalry would still be there. Gryffindor and Slytherin. Winner and loser. But tonight, none of that mattered.

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Arcane, Chapter 4: Things have changed, you? No..

The endless darkness had been inviting for so long, but finally there is a chance to return.

Sitting on a floating island upon the endless cosmos, (Y/n) was still alive, years had passed, he had grown. Mastering the crystal that exploded and had infused his body with this unstable power.

Standing at the edge of the island, covered in rags and robes, he extended his metal arm, sigils etched into the rusted metal hummed blue energy and began to shake, evoking what power his body had, the fabric of the world itself began to warp at a disturbing rate. It was trying to tear itself back to the real world, but no avail. The blue light fizzled and he slumped down exhausted, he punched the ground out of more frustration itself, and escape so far away, until the darkness begin to crackle with blue electricity, a large amount of energy was being used, somewhere. It didn’t matter, it was time.

(Y/n) stood up and put his hand in the air, he begins to use said energy, opening his arm up like a lighting rod, as the electricity stuck his arm, his eyes begin to shift to a soaring bright blue, power surged further and further until his arm was shaking, barely containing the energy like a bottle about to burst, with one movement, he then threw his hand forward, the force made a shockwave of energy so intense it made a small but visible tear, into a laboratory. it didn’t matter where, just not here.. (Y/n) leapt into it without hesitation, his body felt the rush of light, pressure and heat, and swiftly landed on the ground of a cool laboratory.

Placing his feet on the cold floor (Y/n) looked around, his eyes dimly lit by the light, he saw two men, stunned by his arrival, it’s obvious he’s still in Piltover. If he’s back, then he only has one goal, find powder and Vi, turning to the large glass window he extended his arm and the energy began to gather once more, with a single snap of his finger, he blasted another shockwave of blue energy hits the glass and shattered it, he leapt out of the window, regardless of how far the fall is, and it was far, as he fell he slammed his hand into the wall and began to slow his descent scarring the tower he slowed down and leapt into the waters, taking him away to hide in piltover.

Gasping for air, he washes up near the sewer pipe leading down to piltover, before he can be swept up he gripped the platform above and pulled himself up next to the pipe, and rested, seeing the blue sky, vibrant colors, finally. Leaning against the pipe, he fell asleep for hours. His eyes open to the smell of smoke, something was burning, his eyes dart upwards to the smoke rising further in Piltover. He rushed to the location, flames consume a tent, blazing. His eyes quickly shifted to the drawing made of the fire into the tent, it was a monkey, just like.. Powders.

“Is… is that?” He stepped closer, deep rooted memories began to replay, fear, anger and frustration all began to flow once more, but the coughing of a woman caught him off guard. He peered in and saw her, on the ground, flames around her. With little hesitation he ran in, he saw a wooden beam had fallen upon her chest, He gripped the beam with his arm and hurled it off and put the woman on his shoulders and ran with her out of the fire. Lying her on the ground he looked her up and down, besides the smoke and slight burns, she’ll be fine. She was dressed as an officer, Footsteps storm near his direction and he can assume the others are here. (Y/n) ran off, leaving the woman to be tended by the officers.

That woman, was Caitlyn, Lady of House Kiramman. The next morning came and She was knelling down. looking at a board of plans, all sticking together to a singular goal -a goal she just hasn’t been able to piece together, twirling a pistol she overlooks them, and hears a shuffling behind her.

“I said leave me, Jayce.” She sounded upset, and when the figure didn’t reply, she quickly turned around and aimed her gun, it was (Y/n), reading the note from the large bouquet of flowers. “To Lady Kiramman.” He said, and turned his hooded face to her.

“Who are you? How did you get it?” She demanded to know, (Y/n) calmly turned to face her, “Your windows, and could you please put you gun down? If I wanted you dead I would have let you die in that tent.” He said, and Cait was caught off guard.

“It was.. you.” She huffed, (Y/n) nodded. “Yes, you were investigating it, I want to help.”

“And why should I believe that?”

“Saving your life wasn’t enough?” He replied, and sighed, “The man you’re looking for is part of Silco’s gang. Probably using the explosives someone I know…” he said, and it began to piece together.

“I've suspected there is a single mind

behind the undercity's violence…I think whoever attacked the square

is our suspect.” Cait lowered her gun and showed him the display she had, all plans link together.

“The same symbols showed up at the botched smuggling operation at the Hexgates.”

“The Hexgates?” He had no idea what that was.

“Keep up.” She points to the maps dark end.

“All this time, they've kept their dealings

localized to the undercity. Low priority. The attack on the square changes things. They've overstepped. If I can figure who made the explosives, it could lead me directly to whoever's behind it all. The answer is here, staring me in the face.” Cat droned on, and (Y/n) smugly folds his arms.

“I guess that would be me..” (Y/n) walked over, and knelt down to look at the map. “It’s been a while since I was there, but I can remember a few faces.. especially ones that work with Silco, if what you’re saying is true.. we find the guy, and.. “chat” with him.

(Y/n) made the offer and extended his metal arm. “(Y/n)” he said, Cait reluctantly shook the cool metal hand.

“..Caitlyn, and fine, but you are going dressed like that, and you reek.”

“I haven’t taken a decent shower in years..” he said, Cait folds her arms as well. “Then you’re going to, and get a new assortment of clothes, my father could spare some, you look to fit the size. Cait took his hood off and she got a good look at his face, half of it had a scar along from the eyebrow down to his lip. His eye now glistening like a crystal is behind it. Cait was quickly surprised and stepped back. “I’m sorry I didn’t—“

“Don’t worry about it, where your shower or whatever.” He put his hood back on, Cait lead him to it, without her parents knowing of course.

Now dressed in a more casually style, ankle high boots, thick leather leggings and a button up navy blue shirt and vest combo, he tops it off with a black tie and overcoat, taking a single glove he puts it on his metal arm to avoid suspicion. Cait peers into the room.

“Done? We have to go..” she saw him in the moonlight, the way his eyes shine so beautifully, he nods, “yeah.. let’s go.”

Standing before the warden, (Y/n) kept his hood on and allowed Cait to speak.

“I need to speak with one of the inmates.” She said, the Warden at the desk looked them up and down, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, folks in here aren't usually very talkative…” he said, scribbling on his paper

“This one was hit by friendly fire. He's got reason to talk. Must have been sent in today?” She asked and he thought.

“Oh. Inmate 2135. Yeah, I'm, uh, afraid that's not possible.” He admits, (Y/n)’ jerked his head up to the Warden.

“Why not?” (Y/n) asked, the Warden looks at his papers, and taps on one.

“Uh, well, there's been...an incident.” He said, Cait and (Y/n) glance at each other and then back to him.

“What kind of incident?” Caitlyn asks.

“The...not so pretty kind.”

“You don't understand, we have to talk to him.” Caitlyn attempts to use some form of reason with the warden, whose hands were tied.

“Oh, you'll be able to. As soon as he can move his jaw again.” He replied, and (Y/n) thought, “this guy… he just got to the prison, couldn’t have made any enemies, so who did it must have known…” (Y/n) grasped what his brain was trying to relay.. whoever attacked the man must have known who he already was.. one of Silco’s men.”

“Who assaulted him?” (Y/n) asked. And the Warden could oblige with that.

The Duo entered the cell block and calmly but carefully walked down the hall to the Cell of the assailant. Loud thuds echo down the hall, sounds like someone’s taking their frustrations out on someone, or something. The pounding grew closer and closer, until the final cell door it was beating with force. (Y/n) and Caitlyn reached the cell block, and the pink hair in the dim room said enough to who it is. (Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t believe it and leaned forward his face reaching the cell bars. Vi turned around, and looked at them both.

“…Who the hell are you?”

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