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Dr. Zayne will handle it.
Pairings: Zayne x afab! Reader
Summary: Zayne finds out your gyno appointment is going to be with a male doctor and he’s less than happy about it.
Warnings: not really any just Zayne being jealous yet respectful, idk if I wrote him ooc or not… but it’s a learning experience lol.
Ps- it’s a lil shorter than what I normally write but I have so many ideas brewing.
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Zayne’s fingers type quickly on his laptop, a warm cup of tea steeping next to him. His glasses are perched on the bridge of his nose with the lenses reflecting reports and patient files. He had promised only an hour of working in his home office while you stayed with him.
He could hear your voice in the main room arguing with whomever you spoke with. After your tone sharpened slightly, he decided to close his computer, remove his glasses, and see what was happening.
“No, I’ve been waiting for this appointment for two months! There has to be something else you can do.” You plead with frustration.
Zayne raises a brow, wondering what kind of appointment has you so stirred up. He watches as you angrily huff and say goodbye before ending the call. Your phone is tossed to the couch carelessly and you rub your face in your hands.
He carefully comes up behind you, his large hands covering your shoulders and the pads of his thumbs gently massage the tissue.
“Is everything okay, dear?” Concern is evident in his voice.
You nod and turn around to face him. “Yeah, just my stupid gynecologist.”
Zayne remains quiet, obviously waiting for you to continue.
“I’ve been trying to see this specific doctor because the association recommended her, but they just called me and said they overbooked her for this month and she won't be able to see me."
“Why does the association even have a recommended gynecologist?”
His questions hung in the air for a few moments while you scooped up your phone from the couch.
“I guess Dr. Lina is the best in her field. Kinda like how you’re the best cardiologist- most hunters try to see you instead of anyone else for heart issues. I guess it’s the same for her, and since a lot of hunters are women, the association trusts her to handle any issues for us.”
Zayne hums in understanding and places a tender kiss on your temple, his hand stroking your back to relax you. “So, what are you required to do now?”
You let out a sigh, “They can either reschedule me a month from my original appointment or I have to see the other gynecologist that the association recommended… who’s a guy.”
He tenses up and his hand stops moving.
Zayne maintained a high level of professionalism in his interactions with female patients. He recognized that the primary objective of doctors, including himself, is to assist individuals in need. Nevertheless, he experienced a sense of jealousy at the chance of another man observing you in a vulnerable situation.
“And are you comfortable with that?” His voice grows more cold and tense.
You pull your lip that you were chewing on from between your teeth, “Not really… that’s why I was waiting for Dr. Lina. If I’m not cleared soon, then I’ll have to be put on desk duty until I am.”
The foreboding future of being limited to desk duty when you weren't even physically injured was sure to make you go crazy. It was one of the most frustrating things about being a hunter- forget the wanderers, no, it was staying on top of all the appointments to ensure you were completely healthy. Dental appointments, eye exams, physicals, and now gynecology.
“I’ll miss my deadline if I wait for her,” frowning, you collapse onto the sofa in defeat. “Hello desk duty for the next month.”
You glance up at Zayne, searching for a hint of his thoughts on the situation, but he simply exhales through his nose, a silent acknowledgment of your frustration. He settles beside you, and you allow yourself to rest against his chest, feeling the cool steadiness of him. As you roll your eyes at the absurdity of it all, you pull out your phone to dial the clinic once more. Unbeknownst to you, Zayne’s gaze is intently fixed on the screen, curiosity dancing in his eyes.
“I’ll just book with that other doctor,” you say dejectedly.
Zayne's hand clamps down on your wrist with a surprising intensity, preventing you from dialing the number. Shock floods your senses, and as your gaze meets his, you can't help but notice the piercing coldness in his green eyes. The tension in the air thickens, making it clear that this moment is more weighted than you had anticipated.
“Zayne?”
You look back to his hand locked onto your wrist. Little white snowflakes flurry from his arm, and from that, you can tell the doctor is having an internal battle with his emotions.
“Forgive me for my impracticality, but I don’t think I’m comfortable with you seeing a male gynecologist.” You don’t fail to notice the way his voice was now lowered and a chill ran through your body.
The flurry of snowflakes burst from his hand in quicker movements at your words and he quickly lets go of you.
“My, my, is Dr. Zayne… jealous?”
“I don’t see why I cannot clear you for this, I am your primary doctor after all.”
Aww, your snowman was jealous. He just didn’t want to admit it.
“Zayne, honey,” you lock your fingers with his, noting the way the snowflakes start to calm down. “As much as I would prefer you to do it over anyone else, the association wants someone specialized in that field.”
Zayne furrows his brow, a wave of frustration washing over him. He knows deep down that he lacks the authority to grant you the necessary clearance, and the thought that another man will see you exposed, no matter how justified it may be for medical reasons, angers him even more. The tension in the room thickens as he rises abruptly from the sofa, his movements are almost forceful as he unintentionally nudges you aside in his haste, caught between concern for your well-being and the turmoil within himself.
“Don’t make the appointment.”
And with that, he leaves the room.
"Zayne!" You call out, but the sound of his office door shutting was all you received in response.
—————-
About an hour ticks by and you never leave the couch, instead just opting to watch some soap opera to pass the time with a throw blanket covering your body as the rain pelts against the windows.
You could faintly hear Zayne's muffled voice speaking to someone over the phone. You didn't want to disturb him, understanding how difficult it is for him to express his emotions. If he needed some time alone, you would give him that space.
By the time the door opens, the main character is already in tears again for the umpteenth time. He stands over you and you turn off the show.
In the stillness, you can sense his struggle to meet your gaze, while your eyes remain locked on his, filled with concern and curiousness.
Finally, he clears his throat.
“You have an appointment with Dr. Lina at 8 a.m. on Monday. Please do not be late.”
Shock washes over your features and your mouth parts open.
“What? Zayne, how did you-”
“Being at the top of your field has its advantages.”
You're silent, not knowing what to say, just overall confused. It would’ve taken you another month to see her and now you’re seeing her in three days?
“One of my colleagues is Dr. Lina's cousin. I explained to him your situation and he talked to her. I guess she was delighted to find out that the one and only Dr. Zayne’s girlfriend wanted to see her- so she pushed back one of her appointments.”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Without another thought, you move off the couch and wrap your arms around his neck. Zayne reciprocates the hug and cradles your head to his chest.
“Thank you.”
Zayne's hand continues to stroke your hair, a bit hesitant as he chooses his next words carefully. "Darling, I want to apologize for my behavior earlier."
You pull away with furrowed eyebrows as he meets your eyes.
"You were right, it seems I was a bit jealous." His hand brushes back a stray lock of your hair. "If you were required to go see another male doctor, I should have been more understanding of that. It wasn't right nor professional for me to intervene without your consent-"
"Zayne." Your sharp tone cuts off his apology. "You don’t need to apologize for anything. I understand how difficult it is for you to confront your emotions. Honestly, I couldn’t be more relieved. I had already told you that I wasn’t comfortable seeing a male doctor for this, so you being jealous and taking action like that is kind of sexy."
"You think that was sexy?" Zayne smirks as if humored by the situation. "Really."
You shrug and nod your head, "I mean, yeah. You being all protective like that and realizing you're jealous is something I don't get to see every day. Maybe I should make you jealous more often..."
He lets out a low growl and pulls you back to his chest, lips brushing against your hairline as he inhales your shampoo.
"It would be wise not to push it," He warns. "Besides, I’d much rather owe Dr. Lina a favor than you forced to be uncomfortable.” His thumb brushes over your ear.
“What’s the favor?”
“That I see one of her children. With the discovery of his new evol, I guess his heart had some abnormal fluctuations.”
You frown at his answer. A child with heart problems already?
Zayne notices your change in demeanor and he tilts your chin up to look at him.
“Don’t fret over it darling, I’m seeing him tomorrow and she had already given me a brief rundown on his condition. It sounds like it’s just the body getting used to the abundance of power. It's common in children.”
You nod, relieved. If anyone can figure it out, it’s your boyfriend.
The rest of the night was spent cuddling on the couch and snacking on sweets while the cliche drama played in the background.
———-
Your appointment with Dr. Lina went very smoothly and she said you were in perfect health.
By the next week, you were approved to continue out in the field and the heavy weight was lifted off your shoulders.
Zayne was very relieved to find out his hypothesis was correct with Linda’s son, Ivan. As it turns out Ivan’s evol was super speed and the fluctuations in his heart were just him needing to burn off the energy.
You were glad it all worked out, thanks to your Dr. Zayne.
#love and deepspace#love and deepspace x reader#lnds x mc#lnds zayne#love and deepspace zayne#zayne x mc#lads zayne#love and deepspace x mc#zayne x reader#doctor zayne
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hello my favorite writer on this app.. after your quinn thot today I was curious if you would write husband!quinn and reader doing the challenge where you go to dinner and first one to mention the kids loses.. maybe a little fun time ensues after 🫣
(quinn would definitely lose and talk about bug within 10 mins)
LOVE this idea. like, absolutely obsessed with it. quinn is struggling bc literally everything reminds him of bug and cub. the music playing in the restaurant? cub babbles along to it in the car. the couple at the next table? bug told him the other day she’s going to marry her best friend from daycare. he’s doomed from the start <3
“Let's play a game,” you announce, setting your menu down and leaning in conspiratorially. “First one to mention the kids loses.”
Across the table, Quinn smirks, tipping his beer to his lips.
“What do I win?”
You blink. “What?”
“If I win.” He raises an eyebrow, expression calm, but you know him too well — there’s mischief brewing under the surface. “What do I get?”
You narrow your eyes, suspicious. “What do you want?”
Quinn hums, pretending to mull it over, gaze flicking over you like he’s debating his options. He sets his beer down, lazily tracing the condensation on the glass with his fingers. Then, with a slow smirk, he shrugs.
“Dunno. Guess I’ll decide when I win.”
You scoff, nudging his shin with the toe of your shoe under the table. It’s not a hard kick — just enough to make him smirk, to let him know you’re onto him.
“Oh, you’re feeling confident.”
“I’m always confident.”
The game starts off easy. You talk about work, a movie you want to see, the couple at the table next to you who are clearly on a first date. Quinn teases you about how you always take forever to pick what to eat, while he’s already placed his order in record time.
You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair.
“Sorry for wanting to make an informed decision.”
Quinn rests his chin in his palm, watching you with barely hidden amusement.
“You just read the whole menu, pick something, then change your mind three times before the server even gets here.”
“That is a gross exaggeration.”
He hums, a little too smug. “I just think it’s funny how you panic-order every time.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Keep talking and I’m ordering the most expensive thing on the menu.”
Quinn grins, kicking back slightly in his chair. “Go for it, baby. I’m winning this bet either way.”
You scoff, shaking your head, but before you can fire back, the server appears to take your order. You do exactly what Quinn predicted — debate between two options, panic last second, and pick something you weren’t even originally considering.
Quinn just smirks as he hands the menus back. “So predictable.”
“I’ll remember this when your food looks boring and you're begging for a bite of mine.”
Quinn just chuckles, shaking his head as he reaches across the table, fingers lazily finding yours. He doesn’t say anything at first, just traces slow, absentminded patterns over your knuckles, his thumb brushing over your wedding ring, turning it slightly like he always does. It’s quiet, easy — one of those moments that doesn’t need filling, just the two of you sitting there, comfortable in the silence.
Then, after a beat, he smirks. “This game is so easy, huh?”
You huff out a soft laugh, rolling your eyes as you squeeze his fingers. “Yeah, piece of cake.”
But as the minutes tick by, you start running out of steam. Every topic feels like it inevitably leads back to the two tiny humans you’re both very obviously not allowed to mention. You talk about a book you’ve been reading, but Quinn doesn’t read fiction. Quinn brings up hockey, but you hear enough about it during the season. The conversation starts circling the drain, filled with long pauses and raised brows, both of you waiting for the other to slip up.
And then — like it’s a reflex — you both reach for your phones at the same time.
You freeze. Quinn freezes. Fingers hovering over the screen, neither of you daring to move.
Quinn tilts his head, eyes narrowing slightly, voice slow and suspicious. “What are you doing?”
You sit up straighter, phone still suspended midair, blinking at him like you’ve been caught red-handed. “What are you doing?”
His lips twitch. “Just checking something.”
"Me too," you reply, maybe a little too quickly. A beat of silence. The tension thickens, the air between you charged with the weight of realisation.
Quinn’s gaze flickers toward you, sharp and knowing. “Are you checking the baby monitor?”
Your jaw drops, betrayal and horror mixing into one. “Are you?”
Quinn exhales, dragging a hand down his face, already defeated. “Damn it.”
Your shock melts into pure glee. You throw your hands up, phone clattering against the table as you burst out laughing. “Oh my God! I won!”
Quinn groans, leaning back in his chair, tilting his head toward the ceiling.
“Unbelievable.” But there’s a fondness in his voice, even as he shakes his head, even as he reaches for his water like he needs a moment to process his loss.
You grin, all smug and triumphant. “Feels good to be a winner.”
Quinn shoots you a look, all playful warning.
“Guess we should just finish up and head home to —” He catches himself, groaning. “I almost did it again.”
“Tough loss.” You grin, voice full of fake sympathy as you rest your chin on your palm. “So, what do I win?”
Quinn watches you for a long moment, his eyes glinting with something warm, something teasing, something just a little dangerous. He leans in, fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles against your wrist where his hand has found yours again.
“You won. You call it," he murmurs, voice dropping just enough to make your breath hitch.
You hum, tilting your head, dragging it out just to watch him squirm.
“Hmm… I could ask for something small,” you muse, tapping a finger against your chin. “Or… something big.”
Quinn exhales, amused. “You're ruthless.”
“You knew that when you married me,” you counter sweetly.
His thumb strokes idly against the inside of your wrist, his gaze flickering between yours, a tension so thick and warm settling between you in the low candlelight.
Then, smirking, you lean in, all smooth confidence as you murmur, “I think I’ll decide when we get home.”
#he may have lost the game but he's about to win where it really counts#capquinn’s requests#capquinn's writing#dad!quinn#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes
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detour!
with the insufferable Rafe Cameron
| one | | two |
-> Rafe x F!reader
The wedding weekend is officially over.
Guests filter out of the lodge in clusters, some nursing hangovers, others waving sentimental goodbyes.
You stand near the gravel lot, arms crossed, watching as JJ dramatically drapes himself over the hood of Kiara’s car, claiming he’s “too emotionally fragile to leave yet.” Sarah is nearby, laughing as she helps John B pack up.
And then there’s you, trying very hard not to glance at Rafe, who stands a few feet away, running a hand through his hair as he checks his phone.
You pretend you’re not listening when someone calls your name.
“You need a ride?”
You turn to see Luke, one of the Pogues’ older friends, dangling his keys. “I’ve got room in the truck,” he adds. “Figured you wouldn’t wanna be stuck with him all the way back.”
Your lips part, instinct ready to say yes, because of course, that makes sense. It’s logical. No reason to put yourself through hours of close quarters tension with Rafe when you could ride with someone else.
But then...
You glance over.
And Rafe is looking at you.
Not like he’s expecting anything. Not like he’s waiting. Just... watching.
It’s subtle, but you catch the way his shoulders stiffen slightly, the way his fingers tighten around his phone. He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t try to sway you.
He just looks away, like he already knows what you’re going to say.
And suddenly, for some reason, you hesitate.
“…Actually,” you say slowly, turning back to Luke. “I think I’ll just drive with Rafe.”
Luke raises a brow, glancing between you two. “You sure?”
No.
“Yes,” you say instead.
From the corner of your eye, you swear you see Rafe’s posture relax.
Luke shrugs. “Suit yourself.” He tosses his keys in the air and catches them before strolling off toward his truck.
You exhale, turning toward Rafe, who’s still looking at his phone like he wasn’t just listening to the whole thing.
“Guess we should hit the road,” you say, shifting on your feet.
Rafe nods, pocketing his phone. “Yeah.” He glances at you, something unreadable in his gaze before he steps toward the car.
You follow, trying to ignore the way your stomach twists at the thought of spending the next few hours trapped in a car with him.
You tell yourself it’ll be fine.
It’s just a ride.
Nothing else.
…Right?
...
The first ten minutes are quiet.
You scroll through your playlist, pretending to be deep in thought while Rafe focuses on the road, one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually on the gear shift. The soft hum of the engine fills the space between you, mixed with the occasional sound of his fingers tapping against the leather steering wheel.
It’s fine. Normal.
Until he ruins it.
“I still can’t believe you actually chose to ride with me.”
You don’t look up. “Would you rather I hadn’t?”
He smirks, eyes on the road. “Nah. Just figured I scared you off after our little honeymoon suite experience.”
Your head snaps toward him. “Oh, our honeymoon suite experience? Pretty sure I was the victim there.”
“Victim?” He scoffs. “Sweetheart, you got to share a bed with me. That’s a privilege, not a punishment.”
You make a face. “You stole the covers.”
“I was the covers.”
“I had to wake up in the middle of the night and rip them out of your death grip.”
Rafe snorts. “Yeah, and then you practically wrapped yourself around me in your sleep. Should’ve just admitted you wanted to cuddle.”
You gape at him. “I did not—”
“Oh, you definitely did,” he lies smoothly, knowing full well he was the one doing the cuddling. “Don’t worry, though. I won’t hold it against you.”
You groan, sinking into your seat. “I should’ve taken Luke’s truck.”
“You say that,” Rafe muses, “but we both know you’d miss me if I wasn’t here.”
You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips, because—ugh. You hate when he does that. When he says something in that half-joking, half-serious way that makes it impossible to tell if he actually means it.
He flicks a glance at you. “Admit it.”
“Admit what?”
“That you’d be bored without me.”
You huff, crossing your arms. “Fine. I admit that without you, I’d be peacefully enjoying my music without someone inflating their ego next to me.”
Rafe chuckles. “Fair enough.”
Silence settles again, but this time, it’s different. Easier.
Then—
Your favorite song comes on.
And you barely have time to register it before Rafe reaches over and
Clicks ‘Next’.
Your gasp is pure outrage. “Excuse me?”
“Nope,” he says, entirely unrepentant, keeping his eyes on the road.
“That was my song!”
“Yeah, well, I’m driving. My car, my rules.”
You shove his arm. “It’s a universal rule that the passenger gets aux.”
“Not when the passenger has terrible taste.”
Your jaw drops. “You listen to EDM remixes of country songs, you absolute menace—”
“Hey, those go hard.”
“You’re deranged.”
He grins, and you know—you know—he’s doing this just to mess with you.
So you yank the phone off the dashboard and put your song back on.
Rafe groans. “You’re the worst.”
But you catch it.
The way his grip flexes slightly on the wheel. The way his lips twitch like he’s fighting a real smile.
The way, when he glances at you, there’s something softer in his expression than he probably realizes.
And you tell yourself not to overthink it.
Because, at the end of the day, this is just a drive.
Nothing else.
...Right?
...
It starts with a sputter.
A tiny, almost imperceptible hiccup in the engine.
You barely notice at first, too focused on the battle for control of the aux cord, your foot propped up on the dashboard while you scroll through playlists. But then the car gives a little lurch.
“Uh… what the hell was that?”
Rafe frowns, glancing down at the dashboard. “No clue.”
You both wait.
Another sputter. Another jolt.
Then, the car just… dies.
No dramatic explosion, no smoke billowing out from under the hood, just a slow, pathetic roll to a stop on the side of the road.
Rafe stares straight ahead, hands still gripping the wheel like he can will the car back to life.
You blink. “Oh, this is rich.”
Rafe exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face. “No. No, no, no this cannot be happening right now.”
You snort. “I don’t know, Rafe. I think it just happened.”
He shoots you a look. “Not helping.”
You give him an innocent smile, but your amusement is short-lived as you glance around. The road is practically deserted, the nearest gas station at least ten miles back, and you don’t even have enough service to load a map.
Fantastic.
Rafe sighs, popping the hood and stepping out of the car. You follow, leaning against the door as he pokes around the engine, muttering curses under his breath.
After a minute, you arch a brow. “So? What’s the diagnosis, car expert?”
He gives you a flat look. “The diagnosis is that my car just randomly died and we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere.”
You hum. “Sounds serious.”
“Yeah, no shit.”
Silence.
“So, how long until you fix it?” you ask sweetly.
Rafe groans, straightening up. “I swear to God, if you don’t stop talking—”
You smirk. “What? You afraid I’ll say I told you so?”
He glares. “You didn’t tell me anything.”
You shrug. “I thought about telling you to get your car checked before the trip. So technically, I was psychically right.”
Rafe closes his eyes, inhaling deeply. “I’m gonna lose my mind.”
“Bit late for that.”
He shoots you a glare, but there’s no real bite to it. If anything, there’s a twitch at the corner of his lips, like even he can’t help but be a little amused.
And that’s when he spots it.
Just past the treeline, a sloping hill gives way to a cluster of rooftops in the distance. A tiny town, tucked into the base of the mountains, nestled in a sea of green and gold wildflowers.
Rafe gestures toward it. “Town’s not far. We can walk there, find someone to tow the car.”
You glance down at your shoes, cute, yes, but entirely impractical for a trek through nature. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?”
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Fine. But if I die of heat stroke or get mauled by a bear, I’m coming back to haunt you.”
Rafe smirks. “Hot and a little unhinged. Gotta say, sweetheart, I like the energy.”
You shove his shoulder, but then he grins at you. That easy, boyish, almost-too-charming grin.
And against all logic, you can’t help but grin back.
...
The walk starts out fine.
Mostly because you are still convinced that if you complain enough, Rafe will magically fix the car with sheer willpower alone.
“That was a perfectly good vehicle,” you mutter as you trudge behind him. “A working one. One that had air conditioning and, oh, I don’t know, wheels.”
Rafe snorts, stepping over a fallen branch. “Really? Hadn’t noticed.”
You huff, swatting at a mosquito. “This is your fault.”
“How, exactly?”
“You jinxed it.” You dodge a shrub. “I bet if I were driving, we’d be at our homes by now.”
He turns slightly, giving you an unimpressed look. “You can’t drive stick.”
You wave a hand dismissively. “Details.”
Rafe chuckles, shaking his head, and despite the situation, despite the heat and the uneven trail, you don’t totally hate this.
Because it’s… nice out here.
Golden wildflowers stretch out in every direction, brushing against your legs as the two of you weave through the hills. The sun is just starting to dip lower in the sky, casting a honeyed glow over everything, and the town ahead looks like something straight out of a movie: rustic, picturesque, the kind of place that seems frozen in time.
Rafe slows down, glancing back at you. “You okay?”
Your face is flushed from the heat, a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead. You wipe them away, rolling your eyes. “Peachy.”
He smirks but doesn’t push it. Instead, he reaches out, casually and easily, and plucks a wildflower from beside the trail.
Then he tucks it behind your ear.
Your breath catches, because he does it so effortlessly, so naturally, like it’s a completely normal thing for him to do.
You blink up at him.
Rafe just smirks, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“There. Now you match the scenery.”
You scoff, ignoring the way your pulse flutters. “That was so corny.”
He grins. “Yeah, but it worked, didn’t it?”
You shake your head, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Instead, you push ahead, pretending to be much more interested in reaching the town than in the fact that Rafe Cameron just tucked a flower behind your ear like you’re in some kind of romantic montage.
The trail dips, curving around a small stream, and then you finally step onto a paved road.
The town is small but charming, lined with old-fashioned lampposts and brick buildings with hanging flower baskets. There’s a diner on the corner with twinkling lights in the windows, a little gas station down the street, and an inn with a wraparound porch.
You exhale. “Civilization. Finally.”
Rafe stretches his arms over his head, cracking his neck. “Not bad. Could be worse.”
“Could be worse?” You give him a look. “I just had to hike in a dress, Rafe. Through the wilderness. I think I saw my life flash before my eyes twice.”
He rolls his eyes but grins. “You’re so dramatic.”
You’re about to retort when your stomach growls loudly.
Rafe smirks. “Food first?”
You sigh, resigning yourself to the fact that he is your only option right now. “Fine.”
...
The town is even cuter up close.
The streets are lined with cobblestone sidewalks, little boutiques with painted signs, and cozy brick buildings that look like they belong in a Hallmark movie. String lights crisscross above the main road, swaying gently in the late afternoon breeze, and the air smells like fresh bread, coffee, and something sweet... maybe pie.
You and Rafe step out of the diner, bell jingling behind you, stomachs full and feet finally rested. You should probably be focused on finding a way back, but right now the town is too charming to ignore.
“We should explore,” you say decisively, brushing crumbs off your dress.
Rafe gives you a look. “Explore?”
“Yes.” You gesture around. “Look at this place! When’s the next time we’re going to be stranded in the cutest town on the planet?”
His lips twitch like he wants to argue, but then his gaze sweeps over the town, taking in the fairy lights, the warm glow from shop windows, the distant sound of a street musician playing guitar.
He exhales. “Alright, fine. But if you drag me into some candle store that smells like fifty different flavors of vanilla, I’m walking back to the car.”
You grin, already leading the way.
The first stop is a bookstore, one of those tiny, independently owned ones with towering bookshelves. The air inside is warm, filled with the scent of old paper and lavender tea from a little café in the corner.
You trail your fingers along the spines, stopping when you recognize one of your favorites. “Oh—this one’s so good.”
Rafe raises a brow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say distractedly, flipping through the pages. Then, without thinking, you blurt, “You’d like it.”
There’s a pause.
When you glance up, Rafe is watching you, expression unreadable.
You clear your throat, shoving the book back onto the shelf. “Anyway. Next store.”
He smirks but doesn’t push it.
The next stop is an antique shop, filled with mismatched furniture, vintage postcards, and dusty record players.
Rafe immediately starts messing with things.
“What about this?” He holds up an atrocious ceramic cat figurine, complete with googly eyes.
You grimace. “If you buy that, I’m never speaking to you again.”
He grins. “Tempting.”
You roll your eyes, wandering over to a glass case filled with old jewelry. There’s something oddly romantic about it: lockets that have held secrets for decades, rings that have witnessed love stories long before yours.
You glance at Rafe. He’s already watching you, something soft in his expression.
You turn away before he can say anything.
Then, of course, there’s the candle store.
“I knew this would happen,” Rafe groans as you drag him inside.
“Just one candle!” you insist.
“You’re not even gonna buy one,” he mutters, trailing behind you as you pick up different scents and inhale deeply. “You’re gonna spend twenty minutes sniffing them and then walk out emptyhanded.”
You give him an innocent smile. “That’s half the fun.”
He grumbles something under his breath, but when he thinks you’re not looking, he picks up a candle labeled Stormy Nights and sniffs it.
You catch him, of course.
“Oh my God.” You gasp, clutching your chest in mock surprise. “You like this store.”
He immediately puts the candle down. “Do not start.”
You laugh, linking your arm through his before he can escape. “Come on, Rafe. Just embrace it.”
He groans, but he doesn’t pull away.
By the time the sun sets, you’ve somehow ended up at the town’s little lake, sitting on a wooden dock as the sky fades into deep indigo, the first stars appearing above. The town glows behind you, reflections shimmering on the water, the distant hum of conversation and soft music carrying through the night.
You sigh, dipping your fingers into the cool water. “Okay. I’ll admit it.”
Rafe leans back on his elbows. “Admit what?”
You glance at him. “This… wasn’t the worst way to be stranded.”
A smirk tugs at his lips. “Wow. The high praise is overwhelming.”
You nudge him with your foot, but he catches your ankle, his grip warm, solid. His thumb brushes lightly over your skin before he lets go.
Your stomach flips.
You look away, suddenly very interested in the water.
Rafe exhales. “We should probably figure out where we’re staying.”
You groan. “Please don’t say honeymoon suite.”
His smirk is way too smug. “I wasn’t gonna say it, but now that you mention it...”
You shove him, and he laughs, standing up and offering you a hand.
You hesitate for half a second, then take it.
The night is warm, the town glowing, and somehow, somehow, this doesn’t feel like a disaster anymore.
It almost feels… nice.
...
“No vacancies?” you echo, staring blankly at the woman behind the front desk.
She offers an apologetic smile. “Unfortunately, with the festival this weekend, every place in town is booked solid. We had one cancellation earlier, but another couple just claimed it.”
You slowly turn to Rafe.
He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “Great. Love that.”
The desk clerk hesitates. “There is… one option.”
You perk up. “Yes. We’ll take it.”
Rafe shoots you a wary glance. “You don’t even know what it is.”
“Doesn’t matter. It’s better than sleeping in the car.”
The woman shifts, clearly trying to phrase this delicately. “Well… it’s not exactly a room.”
Your excitement dims. “...What do you mean?”
She winces. “It’s a guest cottage.”
You blink. “Oh.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” Rafe muses.
She quickly adds, “It’s also part of the romantic getaway package.”
Your stomach drops.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you mutter, already knowing where this is going. Talk about deja vu.
Rafe, to his credit, is at least trying to suppress his laughter. “You mean… like, a honeymoon suite?”
“More like a honeymoon cabin,” she corrects. “Cozy, intimate, fully stocked with all the romantic touches—”
“I don’t need the details,” you cut in.
“I kind of do,” Rafe counters.
You glare at him. He grins.
The woman hesitates. “So… will you take it?”
Rafe looks at you expectantly, like he’s waiting for you to reject it.
You want to. You really do. But at this point, you’re exhausted, your legs are sore, and the thought of sleeping in the car, especially with Rafe Cameron, is a level of misery you refuse to endure.
You exhale. “Fine.”
Rafe blinks. “Wait, seriously?”
You cross your arms. “Unless you want to sleep in the car?”
His smirk returns in full force. “Nah, sweetheart. If you want to shack up in a love nest with me, who am I to say no?”
You groan, rubbing your temples as the desk clerk hands over the key.
The moment you step inside, your jaw actually drops.
It’s adorable.
A rustic little log cabin, lit with soft golden lighting and warmed by a stone fireplace. The bed has plush white bedding with more rose petals scattered on top, and there’s an open balcony that overlooks a lake, reflecting the stars above.
“Oh my God,” you whisper. “It’s actually cute.”
Rafe whistles behind you. “Hate to say it, but I think this might be nicer than the first honeymoon suite.”
You slowly turn, narrowing your eyes. “Are you saying you enjoyed the first one?”
He shrugs, tossing his bag onto the bed. “I dunno. Kinda grew on me.”
“You’re insane.”
He just smirks, toeing off his shoes before flopping back onto the bed.
You groan. “Rafe.”
“Babe,” he says, mimicking your annoyed tone, “the sooner you accept that you love being stuck with me, the easier your life will be.”
You throw a pillow at him.
He catches it, because of course he does.
You decide to explore the cabin, mostly to ignore the fact that you’re about to share a bed with Rafe again.
The kitchen is surprisingly nice, stocked with chocolates and a bottle of wine (which Rafe immediately opens, because of course he does).
The balcony is probably your favorite part: warm summer air, twinkling lights, the lake stretching out beyond the trees.
You lean on the railing, inhaling the fresh air.
Rafe appears beside you, two wine glasses in hand. “Here.”
You take one, surprised when he doesn’t make a snarky comment about you accepting a drink from him. Instead, he clinks his glass against yours.
“To… surviving another night together,” he says, voice lighter than usual.
You snort. “Cheers to that.”
You both drink, settling into a comfortable silence as the stars shimmer above.
You don’t feel stranded.
You just feel calm.
Which, with Rafe Cameron, is kind of a miracle.
...
You stare at the bed. The one bed.
Again.
“What are the odds?” Rafe muses, standing beside you, wine glass still in hand.
You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Oh, I don’t know, Rafe. Maybe it’s because we keep getting shoved into romantic lodging situations like some kind of sick cosmic joke.”
He chuckles. “Could be worse.”
“How?” you ask flatly.
He hums, considering. “The bed could be heart-shaped again.”
You shudder at the memory of the first honeymoon suite. “Don’t even speak that into existence.”
Rafe just grins, stretching his arms over his head. His shirt lifts just slightly, and you hate that your eyes flicker downward for a second too long.
Noticing your hesitation, he smirks. “You taking the left or right?”
“I’m taking the whole thing,” you deadpan. “You can sleep on the floor.”
He snorts. “Yeah, okay, princess.”
Rolling your eyes, you grab your pajamas from your bag and retreat into the bathroom.
By the time you step back into the room, Rafe is already sprawled across the entire bed, hands behind his head like he owns the place.
You glare. “Seriously?”
He smirks. “What? You were gone forever. Thought you bailed.”
“It’s been five minutes.”
“Exactly.”
You huff, marching over and shoving his legs aside so you can climb in. He chuckles but lets you settle in, shifting onto his side to face you.
For a moment, neither of you say anything. The room is quiet, save for the occasional crackle of the fireplace. The wine has left you warm, making the dim lighting feel even softer.
“…Thanks for staying,” Rafe says suddenly, voice quieter than usual.
You glance over, caught off guard. “What?”
He doesn’t meet your eyes. “Back at the lodge. You could’ve left with that Luke guy.”
You hesitate. “I almost did.”
He lets out a dry chuckle. “Yeah. I noticed.”
You shift onto your side, mirroring him. “Why did you look so upset?”
Rafe tenses, just slightly. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something sarcastic, but then stops. Closes it.
Then, finally:
“…Didn’t want to drive back alone.”
It’s quiet.
Your stomach does a weird little flip.
You swallow, gripping the edge of the blanket. “Oh.”
Rafe clears his throat. “I mean, who else would keep me entertained? Can’t exactly banter with myself.”
There it is. The deflection.
But it’s too late. You already heard the honesty in his voice before it.
Smiling softly, you nudge his foot under the covers. “You’d probably try.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Maybe.”
Silence settles again, but this time, it’s comfortable.
Eventually, your eyelids grow heavy. You barely register the way Rafe shifts closer, the warmth of him seeping through the covers.
And just before you drift off, you swear you hear him mumble:
“…Kinda glad you stayed.”
Your lips part, but sleep pulls you under before you can respond.
And in the soft glow of the fire, Rafe watches you for just a second longer.
Then, quietly, he closes his eyes too.
...
The scent of fresh coffee drifts through the air, pulling you from the depths of sleep. The warmth of the blankets is inviting, but something else is even warmer.
You blink groggily.
Rafe.
Still asleep. Still close. Still very much in your personal space.
At some point during the night, he must have shifted even closer. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his face relaxed in a way you don’t usually see.
For a second, you let yourself take it in. The soft rise and fall of his chest, the steady rhythm of his breathing, the way his fingers twitch slightly in his sleep.
Then reality slams back into you.
Nope. Nope, nope, nope.
You try to move—try being the key word—because the second you shift even an inch, Rafe groans and pulls you closer.
Your eyes widen. “Rafe.”
“Mmm,” he mutters, voice still thick with sleep. His grip tightens slightly, like you’re a pillow he refuses to let go of.
You freeze. “Rafe.”
Another groggy noise.
“Five more minutes,” he grumbles against your hair.
Your face burns.
You push at his shoulder. “Get off.”
“Mm-mm.”
“Rafe.”
A beat.
Then, suddenly, he tenses.
You can feel the exact second he realizes what’s happening.
His eyes snap open. He pulls back, just slightly, blinking at you with a confused, half-awake expression. Then, very slowly, his gaze flickers down to where his arm is still around you.
He smirks.
“Oh, good morning, sweetheart,” he drawls, voice smug. “Sleep well?”
You shove him. Hard.
He laughs as he rolls onto his back, stretching like he wasn’t just wrapped around you like a human koala. “Don’t need coffee when I’ve got you to wake me up so rudely.”
“I will smother you with a pillow,” you grumble, sitting up and raking a hand through your hair.
He grins, propping himself up on his elbows. “Bet you wouldn’t have minded if I looked like that guy from the bakery yesterday.”
You throw a pillow at him.
Bakery guy didn't even hold a candle to a half-sleepy Rafe Cameron.
He catches it, still grinning. “Alright, alright, truce. But if you wanna cuddle again tonight, just say the word.”
You grab the other pillow and whack him with it.
After breakfast at the little café down the street (where Rafe insists on making a dramatic show of stealing bites from your plate), you wander into town, only to find it completely transformed.
Colorful stalls line the streets, people bustling around with baskets filled with fresh flowers, handmade crafts, and sweet-smelling pastries.
You blink. “Whoa.”
Rafe raises an eyebrow. “Did we walk into a Disney movie?”
You spot a sign near the entrance of the market, scrawled in elegant cursive. Annual Wildflower Festival – Welcome!
Grinning, you nudge Rafe’s arm. “Looks like we have plans today.”
He groans. “You want to be surrounded by pollen?”
“Yes.” You grab his wrist, tugging him toward the nearest stall. “Come on, grump.”
He mutters something about “allergic reactions” but follows anyway.
You weave through the crowd, admiring bouquets of vibrant wildflowers and stopping to sample homemade lavender honey. At one stall, an elderly woman waves you over, offering you a delicate flower crown made of soft blue forget-me-nots.
“For you, dear,” she says kindly. “And one for your boyfriend too.”
Before you can correct her, Rafe just smirks and leans down slightly. “Yeah, sweetheart. Put it on me.”
You glare at him but place the crown on his head anyway, pressing it down a little too firmly.
He tilts his head. “How do I look?”
“Ridiculous.”
He winks. “Good. That means we match.”
You roll your eyes, but your heart does a little flip anyway.
...
The drive back is slower this time. Not because of car trouble this time but because neither of you seem to be in any hurry. The windows are down, the late afternoon sun painting the world in gold, and the scent of wildflowers still lingers in the air, mixed with the crisp mountain breeze.
You stretch your legs out, sighing dramatically. “If I never have to trek down a winding road in the middle of nowhere again, it’ll be too soon.”
Rafe snorts, flicking his blinker on as he pulls onto the highway. “Oh, come on. You loved it.”
You turn your head to glare at him. “I tolerated it.”
He hums, like he doesn’t believe you. “You didn’t complain that much.”
“That’s because I was too busy wondering if we’d end up as one of those missing persons cases.”
He glances over, smirking. “Yeah? And who was it that said, ‘Okay, fine, maybe this is kind of nice’ when we stopped at that overlook?”
Your jaw drops. “I did not say that.”
“Oh, you definitely did.”
“You’re misremembering.”
“Sure, sweetheart.” He adjusts his grip on the wheel, the corner of his mouth twitching. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.”
You huff, crossing your arms. “Next time, I’m taking the ride back with someone else.”
“Next time?”
You freeze.
Damn it.
Rafe doesn’t say anything at first, just drums his fingers against the steering wheel, eyes on the road. But then, softly, almost teasingly, he adds, “Guess that means you didn’t hate it that much.”
You don’t answer.
You don’t want to answer, because he’s right, and if you say it out loud, it’ll mean something more than just a banter-filled road trip gone wrong.
Instead, you reach over, stealing the sunglasses hooked onto his shirt and sliding them on like they’re yours.
Rafe makes an affronted noise. “Seriously?”
“Consider it payment for keeping me alive.”
He grumbles something under his breath but doesn’t actually take them back. Instead, he glances over at you, at the oversized frames sitting just a little too big on your face, and shakes his head with a barely-there smile.
And just like that, the silence settles again. But it’s not uncomfortable. It’s not filled with things left unsaid.
It’s just easy.
And as the car rolls on, the sun dipping lower behind the mountains, you realize something.
You kind of don’t want the drive to end.
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Billy’s College Adventure Part 3
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Samuel:
“Good Morning,” says Billy to me from my body.I almost have to do a double take after seeing myself laying next to me.
“Morning,” I say with a grin.
“So it’s Saturday, what do you have planned for us Mr. Bodythief?,”
“Well you’re gonna just have to dressed to find out,” I say back.
“Booooo!!!”
I stand up and Billy tosses a pillow at me.
“Relax! I’ll tell you more, let’s just get ready,” I say winking at him.
We both get dressed and it took all of my energy not to ask him if we could hook up in the shower.
I’m starting to really like Billy but I have this weird thing about getting too attached to a guy. Especially with the assholes I’ve dated in the past. I’ve just been burned too many times although Billy seems different…
I don’t know…I just don’t want him to think I’m too clingy. Which I now realize is an oxymoron since we are literally in each other’s bodies.
Anyways enough about my feels.
Billy and I head back to my apartment.
“This place looks familiar,” says Billy sarcastically.
“It’s not much especially compared to your place but it’s my temporary home,” I say back.
“Ohhh come this isn’t bad at all!”
“Billy you’re in a full ass house,” I say rolling my eyes.
“Okay, you’re right. I’m just the rich privileged kid.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re at least aware,” I say pushing your shoulder.
“So what’s the game plan? Are we just gonna stand around in your apartment?”
“ No. I need the book that my great uncle left me.”
I head into my room and open up my closet. I grab the book from the top shelf.
“So Billy, are you ready to put your powers to test?”
“Geez, I think so.”
“Good!”
I start scrolling through the book digging for the part where it talks about the power of having to swappers.
“Here it is!”
I’d start skimming through it and get to a specific part.
I start reading aloud, “ one swapper is powerful, but their abilities can be limited… but with two swappers now that’s some real power. Rarely in our culture you will see two swappers who are capable of getting along… But if two swappers can conjoin powers together, they can do some really interesting things. For instance, swapping and creating a new reality . Two swappers have the ability to swap two individuals bodies, and change the perception of reality where both individuals think that the body they are in has always been their body. Essentially, neither one of them know that they are swapped and everyone else around them thinks that has been their body the whole time.”
I stopped reading for a second and look up a Billy to see what his thoughts were about what I just read.
“ are you gonna keep going?”
“ well yeah, what do you think though?”
“ I think that’s pretty freaking cool. I mean it could be a little bit messed up, but I’m kind of interested to try it.”
“ Really? Are you 100% sure?”
“ yeah let’s do it!”
I continue to read the rest of the page and I get through all of the instructions.
“ OK Billy, now we have to find some guinea pigs.”
“ I mean, should we start with someone we know or try it with a stranger first?”
“ Well I think I controlled environment would be best. Somewhere where we cant let them walk away and lose them immediately after the swap.”
“Smart!”
“ I’m a genius right? Also, Billy, this doesn’t have to be the first one we try.”
“Wait, what else can two swappers do?”
“Do you want me to tell you about all the other swap powers or can I jump right to the one I really want to try?”
"HOW MANY MORE ARE THERE?!?"
"Let's start with this one, third party possession. Or I like to call it-- a person puppet. Basically one of us can take over someone body without leaving the one we are in habiting. It's like two bodies at once."
"Does that person know that you or I have taken over their body?"
"No... I have read this one over a couple of times now. Basically they will be in a unaware state while one of us are in control."
"Okay, I guess that one sounds less chaotic. Who should we try it on?"
I thought about it for a minute and then I had someone in mind. I peaked out at the window to see if my neighbor was home.
"I got someone who could work," I say with a mischievous grin.
“Who?”
“My neighbor Reid, you’ll like him or at least his body lol.”
“Wait am I going to possess him?!?”
“Yeah, I think you’ll like it.”
“Fuck, fine! Let’s do this!!”
I grab Billy’s or I guess my hands and say, “I want you to focus. Thinking about all of your powers almost like you’re about to swap with someone, okay?”
“Got it.”
“Now close your eyes and picture a part of yourself floating out of my body, not all of yourself… just a part.”
“Okay…”
“Can you see it?”
It takes a minute for Billy to focus but then I see our hands and they start glowing a bit.
“I can see it,” he says softly.
“Great, now picture that second half of you floating out the window to the house door.”
Billy’s closed eyes move shut.
“I’m in the neighbor’s house… I can see everything inside. Wait, I hear someone… sleeping… now I’m in his room. Holy shit! I can see him!!”
“Really?!? Now Billy this is what you’re going to do next, float into him. Doesn’t matter how you do it.”
Billy’s eyes spring open and he says, “I’m in him. I feel his body… it’s so strange Sam. I’m him and I’m me.”
“Well come on over lol!”
“Okay one sec.”
A few minutes later and our front door swings open. It’s my neighbor’s body.
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“What’s up you sexy fellas!!”
I turn to Billy and then back at Reid’s body as they are both grinning cheek to cheek.
I watch as Billy coordinates Reid’s body over to a chair.
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“Look at these muscles Sam!,” says Reid’s body
“Fuck this is so hot! I’m watching myself control him, it’s like I can do some kind of strange role play. Wait a minute!!”
Reid’s body tugs off his tank top and then his shoes and socks.
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He stares down at the giant feet and says, “they’re big.”
I watch as he picks up foot and smells it. He rubs Reid face all over his massive foot.
“This is so wrong but I’m so turned on. You’re gonna either have to watch or join us.”
Billy still in my body walks over to the giant hunk and reaches into his shorts.
They say in unison, “that feels good.”
I was starting to get hard just watching both bodies interact. Billy started running my hands over Reid’s muscles.
He pulls off Reid shorts and underwear. His dick comes out and both of us marvel at the giant cock.
“Let’s take turns with it,” he says from Reid’s body. “Shit I meant to say that from your body!”
We both laugh and I say, “All good lol, bedroom?”
“Great idea! You fellas are gonna have fun with me aren’t you? Especially this giant cock!,” says Reid’s body standing up while shaking his dick.
“Yes sir,” I say to him.
Billy picks me up in Reid’s arms and carries me to my bed.
We all three climb in and Billy asks me, “could you tend Reid’s junk.”
“Sure!!”
I grab onto the massive dick girthy dick. It’s surprising to see just how big it is.
“Are you gonna just stare it or suck it?,” says Reid’s body.
I turn to Billy down by Reid’s feet. He’s giggling and says, “sorry, I have two hard dick right now!”
I try to take as much of Reid’s I could fit in my mouth. It’s just so big. I get the entire thing wet and use a hand to work the shaft and his big hairy balls.
Billy on the other hand pulls off my pants and begins using Reid’s feet for a foot job.
Both of them moan in unison and say, “FUCK! You have no idea how amazing this feels!!”
I pump Reid’s dick faster and faster…
Both of them moan louder and louder….
Billy in my body reaches up under his ass cheeks and fondles his my body’s cock for me.
“LET ME FINISH IN MY MOUTH PLEASE SAM!,” he screams out.
I’m forcing Billy’s throat down on Reid’s dick.
Both of them scream out, “FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!”
That’s when rounds of cum squirt down my throat. It fills my throat and I can’t take anymore.
I look down at Reid’s dick and it’s still pouring more and more out.
Billy in my body cums all over Reid’s feet both of them grinning.
I fall back on the bed and both my body and Reid’s body with Billy still in control use themselves to give me every inch of pleasure.
Billy in my body climbs to my face and start making out. He twist’s his actual body’s sensitive nipples. Meanwhile Reid’s body sucking me off and tickling Billy body’s ballsack.
I can’t only take so much before I blew my load into Reid’s mouth…
All three or two… I don’t know… we just lay back cuddled up.
I turn to Billy in my body and say, “That was amazing.”
Billy grins and says, “we are definitely going to try this again!”
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Just Another Valentine
Pairing: Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: Every year you and Lando spend Valentine’s Day together as part of an unspoken tradition, but this year something feels different, something that is impossible for you to ignore.
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Valentine’s Day always had a way of making you feel like a spectator in your own life.
The smell of chocolate and overpriced roses was thick in the air, reminding you of the one day of the year you could always count on to make you feel at least a little pathetic.
It wasn’t that you hated it. It was cute in theory, love, grand gestures, all of that. But when you were single, the whole thing felt a bit like a slap in the face. And unfortunately, this year was no different.
But at least you had one constant.
Lando had a habit of making sure neither of you ever spent this day alone. Every year, if you were both single (which, more often than not, you were), he’d take you out, making sure the day didn’t pass unnoticed. It started as a joke years ago and then, it happened again. And again. Until it was basically tradition.
So when your phone lit up that morning with a text from him saying, Pick you up at seven. Wear something nice 😉 you knew exactly what it meant.
And for some reason, you spent the whole day trying not to overthink it.
By the time 7:00 p.m. rolled around you had already changed twice, first into something dressy, then into something a little more casual, only to second-guess yourself and switch again. Which was ridiculous because it was just Lando.
The same Lando who raided your fridge without asking, who stole your blankets during movie nights without a hint of remorse, who had seen you half-asleep and drooling on the couch more times than you cared to admit. The Lando who teased you endlessly, who could read your mood with a single glance. Lando who had seen you at your absolute worst, stressed over exams, hungover from nights you barely remembered, even the times when you’d just been a mess of emotions, and he never once flinched.
So why were your hands shaking a little when you opened the door?
Lando leaned against the frame, dressed in something a little nicer than his usual hoodie and joggers, a fitted black sweater and dark tailored trousers, smelling like something expensive. His signature grin was in place, dimples and all, as his gaze ran over you slowly, eyes darkening slightly, though he covered it with a smirk.
“Damn,” he said, cocking his head. “You really listened to me.”
You rolled your eyes. “You said ‘wear something nice.’ I figured you’d complain if I showed up in pyjamas.”
He put a hand over his heart in mock offense “I would never complain about anything you wore,” he teased.
You rolled your eyes, grabbing your coat. “Yeah, yeah. You want a gold star or something?”
“I’ll take a kiss on the cheek.”
You snorted. “In your dreams Norris.”
“You have no idea.”
You lightly smacked his arm as he led you out. The cool February air nipped at your skin as you got into his car, but it was warm inside, the radio playing quietly.
“So,” you said, glancing over. “What’s the plan?”
“You’ll see.”
Ten minutes later, you were standing in front of a little restaurant you’d never been to before. Intimate, dimly lit, tucked away in a quiet part of town. Fairy lights lined the outdoor seating area, and through the windows, you could see tables set with candles, couples leaning in close over their meals.
The hostess led you to a table by the window, and Lando pulled out your chair, waiting until you sat before taking his own seat across from you. You raised an eyebrow at his oddly formal behavior, but he just smiled, picking up the menu like this was all completely normal.
“You really planned this?” you asked.
Lando leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand. “Why do you sound so surprised?”
You eyed him, tapping the menu. “I don’t know. It’s suspicious.”
He laughed, shaking his head. “Remind me how you’re single again?”
You exhaled a laugh, running a finger along the edge of your glass. “Probably the same reason you are.”
HIs expression flickered, something unreadable passing over his face before he leaned back, exhaling through his nose with a laugh.
“Has it ever occurred to you,” you asked, “that we’ve spent more Valentine’s Days with each other than with people we’ve actually dated?”
Lando looked up. “Huh. Now that you mention it… yeah.”
You shook your head with a laugh. “Kinda sad, isn’t it?”
He laughed. “Or maybe we just have shit taste in partners.”
You hummed, swirling the wine in your glass. “Speak for yourself.”
“Oh, trust me, I am.” He shrugged. “Or maybe it just means we have good taste.”
“In each other?”
“Obviously.” He grinned. “C’mon, like I need an excuse to spend time with you.”
You paused for a second, something warm settling in your stomach.
The two of you had always been like this, flirting without thinking, teasing each other like it was second nature. But tonight, something felt different. The way his eyes lingered longer on you when you spoke. The way his fingers brushed yours when he handed you a drink. The way your knees touched under the table, neither of you moving away.
Then, as the waiter cleared the table, Lando reached under his seat and pulled out an elegantly wrapped box, sliding it across to you.
You blinked at it. “What’s this?”
“Open it.”
Inside was a Lego Bouquet set, a build-your-own floral arrangement, colorful and intricate.
You let out a surprised laugh, shaking your head. “You got me Lego flowers?”
“They won’t die,” he said, “and we could you know…build them together, it could be fun.”
You bit your lip, warmth spreading through your chest. “You really didn’t have to.”
“I know,” he said, softer this time. “But I wanted to.”
You ran your fingers over the box, heart pounding a little harder than it should’ve been.
Lando rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking unsure. “Is it weird?”
You shook your head. “No. It’s… really sweet.”
His lips twitched. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You didn’t know why your voice was so quiet.
You let yourself relax as the evening passed, enjoying the food, the conversation, the way Lando somehow always knew how to make you laugh, and by the time dinner was over, the restaurant was starting to empty.
Lando leaned back in his chair, watching you. “So, did I do a good job?”
You smirked. “It was okay.”
He gasped dramatically. “Just okay?”
“Always fishing,” you laughed, nudging his foot under the table. “Fine. It was great. Thanks for making today a little less depressing.”
He scoffed with a laugh. “Wow. That’s the gratitude I get?”
You rolled your eyes but softened. “Alright, alright. You really didn’t have to do all this, you know.”
Lando tilted his head. “Yeah, I did.”
There was something in the way he said it that made your breath catch for a second. But before you could process it, he was standing up and paying the bill.
“C’mon,” he said, holding out a hand. “One more stop.”
You recognised where you were the second he parked up.
“The beach?”
He shrugged, killing the engine. “Yeah.”
You turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “In February? You hate the cold.”
He shot you a sideways glance, “I also hate traffic, but that would never stop me from picking you up.”
It was quiet this time of night, the sound of the waves filling the space between you as you walked along the sand. The air was cool, but Lando had given you his jacket somewhere along the way, and you pulled it tighter around yourself.
After a while, he stopped, hands stuffed in his pockets as he looked out at the water.
You stood next to him, stealing a glance at his profile. The soft glow of the city lights reflecting from the water caught the edges of his face, the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow in his brow.
After a moment, he sighed. “You okay?”
You blinked, glancing over. “Yeah. Why?”
“You’ve been quiet.”
You shrugged, toeing at the sand. “Just thinking.”
Lando hummed. “About?”
And then, without thinking, you said it. “I can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”
Lando turned to you, eyes searching yours.
For a second, neither of you said anything.
Then—
“Guess I’m not as subtle as as I thought.”
You swallowed. “Lando—”
“I know,” he cut in, running a hand through his hair. “Bad timing, right? But I just… I don’t know how to keep pretending that I only do things like this because we’re friends.”
Your heart was hammering. “So, all of this—”
“Was me trying to tell you without actually telling you.” He scratched the back of his neck, looking almost shy.
You stared at him, the weight of his words settling over you.
And then, suddenly, it all made sense.
The way he always put you first. The way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. The way he showed up, year after year, on this day of all days. The way you never questioned it, because, well, deep down, you had always wanted it.
You took a step closer. “Lando.”
His eyes flickered to your lips before meeting your gaze again. “Yeah?”
You smiled. “You really didn’t need all this effort.”
His brows furrowed. “What do you—”
You kissed him before he could finish.
For a second, he froze. Then, his hands found your waist, pulling you in as he kissed you back.
You pulled back. “Say it.”
Lando swallowed, his jaw tightening. “What?”
“Say it,” you repeated, voice softer this time.
His fingers twitched around your waist.
Then, low and rough, “I want you.”
Your stomach flipped.
When you finally pulled back you were both breathing hard, the air between you charged. Lando's hands lingered on your waist, his thumb tracing absent circles against your hip, like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet.
He let out a shaky laugh, exhaling slowly. “Fuck.”
You swallowed, your fingers still curled into the fabric of his sweater. “Yeah.”
His eyes flickered between yours, searching, like he was making sure he hadn’t just imagined it. Then, his lips curved into a smirk, soft, almost disbelieving.
“So… that wasn’t just a ‘thanks for dinner’ kind of kiss, was it?”
You huffed a quiet laugh, shaking your head. “No, Lando. It wasn’t.”
His smirk deepened. “Good. Cause I was really gonna struggle pretending otherwise.”
You rolled your eyes, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
He nudged your chin up with a knuckle. “You’re sure about this?”
You looked at him, really looked at him, the way his eyes held yours, the way his grip on you hadn’t loosened, the way this had always been inevitable.
“Yeah,” you murmured. “I’m sure.”
Lando grinned, eyes bright with something you weren’t sure you’d ever seen before.
“Finally,” he muttered, pulling you in again.
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Nothing But Net (And Love)
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Pairing: KK Arnold x Reader
Fandom: UConn’s women’s basketball
POV: First-person
Word Count: 1,400+
Summary: kk is a menace even during the most loving day of the year..
If there’s one thing I know about KK Arnold, it’s that she’s competitive.
It doesn’t matter if it’s basketball, video games, or even something as small as rock-paper-scissors—she always plays to win.
That’s why, when February rolled around and all our teammates started talking about their Valentine’s Day plans, I wasn’t surprised when KK took it as a personal challenge to come up with the best way to ask me to be hers.
The only problem?
We’d been dating for almost six months.
She didn’t need to ask.
But this was KK we were talking about. She wanted to do it her way.
I should’ve known something was up when she texted me after practice.
KK: Meet me at the gym in 30. Wear something comfy.
Me: …Should I be worried?
KK: Nah, just be ready to lose.
I sighed, already shaking my head.
When I showed up at the gym, KK was already there, spinning a basketball on her finger with a cocky grin.
“Knew you’d come,” she teased, tossing the ball between her hands.
I crossed my arms. “I debated ignoring your text.”
She gasped, clutching her chest dramatically. “You’d ignore me? On Valentine’s Day?”
I rolled my eyes. “What are we doing, KK?”
She smirked. “A little competition.”
I groaned. “Why am I not surprised?”
She dribbled the ball, looking way too smug. “Here’s the deal: One-on-one. First to seven. If I win, you have to be my Valentine.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And if I win?”
She paused, then scratched her head. “Uh… You still have to be my Valentine. But I’ll let you pick the movie for our date.”
I laughed. “So either way, I’m your Valentine?”
She grinned. “Obviously.”
Shaking my head, I grabbed the ball from her. “Fine. But don’t cry when I win.”
The game started off way too easy.
KK let me get a couple of shots in, probably trying to make me overconfident. I wasn’t stupid—I knew she was just waiting to flip the switch.
And sure enough, the second I got my third point, she locked in.
Her defense got tighter, her movements quicker, and suddenly, I was struggling to get a clean shot.
Within minutes, she had tied it up, 4-4.
I huffed, resting my hands on my knees. “Okay, you’re taking this way too seriously.”
She smirked, bouncing the ball. “Nah, I just really want you to be my Valentine.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
She winked. “And you love it.”
By the time the score hit 6-6, we were both sweaty and out of breath.
KK held the ball, dribbling slowly as she looked me up and down. “Final shot. You ready?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Go ahead, Arnold. Let’s see what you got.”
She grinned, then suddenly took off towards the basket.
I moved to block her, but at the last second, she spun away, smoothly laying the ball up and watching it fall through the net.
Game.
KK threw her arms up in victory. “Let’s gooo!”
I sighed, shaking my head as she jogged over to me, still grinning.
“So, does this mean I won?” she asked, clearly already knowing the answer.
I crossed my arms, pretending to think. “I guess…”
She gasped. “Guess? Nah, you gotta say it.”
I sighed dramatically. “Fine. You win, KK. I’m your Valentine.”
She beamed, stepping closer. “Say it again.”
I laughed. “KK—”
“Say it again.”
I rolled my eyes, but my heart was already melting. “I’m your Valentine, KK.”
Her smile softened, and she reached out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Good. ‘Cause you’ve been mine since day one.”
I felt my face heat up, but before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together.
“Come on,” she said, leading me toward the gym exit. “I got dinner reservations for us.”
I blinked in surprise. “Wait, what?”
She shrugged, looking smug. “Told you I had to win. I had a whole night planned.”
I laughed, squeezing her hand. “You’re something else, KK.”
She leaned over, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek. “And you love it.”
Yeah. I really, really did.
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NCT 127 – When You Tell Them to Sit Down After They Say They Can’t Stand You
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Johnny
Immediately bursts out laughing. "Okay, that was a good one." He’ll actually sit down, leaning back dramatically like, "Well, I guess I have no choice now."
Taeyong
Blinks at you in shock. He wasn’t actually mad, but your response completely throws him off. After a moment, he just sighs and obeys, mumbling, "Fine. But only because that was funny."
Yuta
Smirks instantly. "Damn, alright." He loves a clever comeback, so now he’s extra amused. He’ll definitely test you more often just to see what other things you come up with.
Doyoung
He stops mid-sentence, staring at you like, "Did you just…?" Then he sighs so dramatically. "I hate that that was actually funny." He sits down, but he’s shaking his head the whole time like he’s fake disappointed in himself for laughing.
Jaehyun
Gives you that look—the one where he’s clearly impressed but trying not to show it. He sits down without a word, resting his chin on his hand like, "Okay, continue. I’m listening now."
Jungwoo
Gasps. Then immediately sits down like, "Fair. That was fair." He’s grinning the whole time, though, and now he’s just waiting to see what else you’ll say.
Mark
Mans is flabbergasted cause like when did you become bold? But honestly he is secretly super proud of the witt! He sits back down without a word because you left him totally speechless. However it won't last for long just know he's gonna have a better comeback just wait for him to stop buffering
Haechan
Throws his hands up like, "Okay, okay, damn." He sits down but fake sulks about it for at least five minutes. Eventually, he just grins and goes, "That was actually kinda good, I’ll give it to you."
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[Amy rushes into a café and heads to where Tails and Sonic are sitting.] Amy: Guys! Guys! Guess why I feel more like Sleeping Beauty than ever today? Because the spinning wheel is the reason of my dreams! Hahaha! Sonic: Amy, will there ever be a day when you tell us something like a normal person? Amy: No. Look. [hands them some sketches.]: I'm entering the designer contest! Oh, I'm so over the moon!!! Knuckles [walks in and approaches the table]: Guys, guess what! I'm entering the designer contest! Sonic: Damn it. Amy: Oh, Knuckles, I didn’t know you were into that field. Knuckles: Yeah, fields and fashion. I’m multi-talented. Amy: Oh, that’s so cool! Do you want to show me your sketches, and I’ll show you mine?? [showing them.]: Look, look. Wow, can you imagine this on a runway? Knuckles: Not bad. But in runways, people walk. And I still see you crawling a bit. Here, [shows his sketches]: take notes from mine, I’m not competitive with a friend. Amy: Ah, thank you, friend. Oh, but look at the train of that dress! What is it? Multi-purpose? A gown and a tablecloth so the rest don't go hungry while waiting their turn? Knuckles: Oh well, the one I like from yours is this one, with those sleeves. So 2005. Amy: Well, you know, fashion is cyclical. But I guess you know that, master. You’ve lived through the ‘80s, like, four times, huh? Knuckles: Hehe, as witty as always! Well, I’ll see you around. Good luck with your designs. Though clearly, you don’t need it… Amy: Oh, you even less, beauty! Knuckles: You even less than me, gorgeous! Amy: See you at the contest, then! Knuckles: Not if I see you first. Amy: Or if I see you first, my sweet, confident hare. [They each leave in different directions.] Tails: … … Did those two just have a fight?? Sonic [eating his chili dog, completely unfazed] Tails: Sonic. [taps his forearm.]: Sonic! Sonic: Hm? Tails: I think Amy and Knuckles just got mad at each other. Sonic: Probably. Buddy, no offense, but with Amy and Knuckles, I do the same as with Shadow and you: when I see you guys together, I shut my brain off, and unless I hear punches, I don’t get involved. Otherwise, my life expectancy drops, and that’s not ideal.
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College AU Sevika x reader chapter 5
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A/n: I AM SO SORRY FOR MAKING YALL WAIT FOR SO LONG I LOVE YALL FOR WAITING SO PATIENTLY AND FOR ALL THE LOVE IVE RECEIVED SO FAR.
This chapter feels a bit shit to me because i had to force myself to write most of this because i wasnt motivated at all, i hope you still like it and i hope publishing a chapter will make me more motivated to write.
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The band was split into little groups scattered throughout the room, chatting and getting their instruments ready for rehearsal. The sound of chatter bounces off the walls, immediately stopping once the door opens. You look over at the door and see that the band professor has just entered the room.
“Okayyyyy” the man calls out. “Let's take our seats so we can begin, please,” he says. There's a small shuffle as everyone takes their seats. You fist bump Ekko and go to take your seat. You had already put the music up on your stand and gotten your trumpet ready before heading over to Ekko to chat. Your trumpet case is neatly tucked underneath your chair, the instrument itself laying on top of said chair. You pick it up and sit down, bringing your attention back to your professor.
“Before we begin I have a few announcements,” he begins. “There is a formal performance next week that we have been invited to, there will be a few other bands there too. We still have to hear from the organisers about when we have to be up on stage, but I will update you as soon as I know. As this is a formal event, all of you will have to be in suits. If you do not have one you can rent one from the school.” He continues.
“You can invite family members or loved ones to come watch, you are however limited to 3 guests per person. If you cannot make it you will have to let me know either now or in the next 2 to 3 days.” He ends his speech with a quick nod to the students before moving on to the rehearsal.
You’re packing your trumpet away after the rehearsal when Ekko comes up to you, tapping your shoulder with one of his drum sticks. “I already have a suit,” he says. “Of course you have a suit” you roll your eyes at him, “I do not have one, guess that means i’ll have to rent one.” You sigh. “So who are you inviting to this thing?” He asks, you open your mouth to answer him but he cuts you off. “Wait no let me guess, your mum and grandma”
“Well obviously,” you close the lid of your trumpet case and snap the latches shut. “I was actually also thinking of inviting Sevika” you admit. Ekko looks at you with a bit of a surprised look on his face, “I didn’t know you two were that close” he says. “Well yeah, I guess we have gotten a lot closer, she’s also shown interest in my trumpet and the music I make so I thought she might like it.” You shrug.
“Are you inviting Powder?” You ask him, he nods at you. “Yeah, if she can make it.” You start making your way out of the room with the rest of the group but are stopped when the teacher calls out: “Again, this is a formal event so please make sure you have a suit.”
One of the saxophone players puts their hand up, and the teacher points to them. “Do the guests have to come in suits too?” They ask. “They do not have to come in suits, however, they will have to dress appropriately for a formal event. If they do have a suit, they are encouraged to wear it” The saxophonist simply nods. “Any more questions?” The teacher asks, but the room stays silent. “All right then, have a good day people.”
Ekko walks you to your dorm, fist bumping you when you get to the door before walking off to his own room. You knock. Two firm taps with your knuckles, then tapping the door three times with your nails. The two of you had ‘invented’ that specific knocking pattern to alert the other that you were coming in, and that it was you and not some random person.
You stick your key into the lock and twist it, unlocking the door. You push it open and step inside the room. You walk over to your closet and put your trumpet case in it, groaning when you put it down. Then you hear Sevika get up. “Hello to you too” she says, fake annoyance in her voice. “You act like that case is a million pounds dude”
“Because it is a million pounds, trumpets are heavy, also, you try holding one up for over an hour and then carrying it back a million miles to your dorm room.” You roll your eyes. “You really are the queen of exaggeration huh” she says before placing her hand on your shoulder and basically shoving you aside. You shoot her a confused look but then she reaches out for the case and you understand what she's doing.
She grabs the handle and lifts it up, lifting her eyebrows at you as if to say ‘you think this is heavy?’ She then puts it down and switches her grip, grabbing it so that the palm of her hand is facing the ceiling instead of the floor, curling her fingers around the handle. Then she bends her elbow, keeping her arm close to her body and lifting the case up as if it was a dumbbell.
You can't help but focus on how the muscles in her arm flex every time she lifts the case up, which she does multiple times before finally setting it down and telling you you’re ‘super dramatic’. “Yeah yeah Sev, we get it, your muscles are massive.” You shove her playfully. She rolls the sleeve of her shirt up and puts her arm, that is bent at the elbow, up. Flexing her muscles, and hitting a few extra poses before you both burst out in laughter.
“Hey Sev?” You start. She looks at you and lifts an eyebrow. “I have this formal band thing coming up, would you like to come and see me play?” you ask nervously. You don't really know why you are nervous, as you had told Ekko earlier today, Sevika has shown interest in your trumpet and has told you multiple times how impressive it is that you can read music and then play it.
“Obviously I want to come” she replies, as if you’ve just asked her if the sky is blue. “I have to wear a suit” you announce, you’re gonna have to find some time to go and fit some suits to rent one. “Do I have to wear a suit?” she asks.
“Well, you don’t have to, but if you have one you’re encouraged to wear it, because it's a fancy event” you explain to her, she nods at you. Then she walks over to her closet and pulls out a flat bag with a zipper in the front. “Oh my god, how do you have a suit? You know what, I’m not even that surprised to be honest” you tell her. She just laughs and unzips the bag, revealing a simple yet beautiful black suit.
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──★ ˙☕️ !! annoying customer | a na jaemin smau .
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PART 6 : so so perfect..
warnings : mentions of alcohol, no other warnings i think?
annas note : thought i would add jaemins pov from the night of the party :3 it’s probably a little messy but i hope you guys like this !!🤍
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jaemin sat in the passenger seat, jeno was driving and the rest of the boys were squeezed together in the back of the car they hired for getting them to jackson’s party. what a mess this already was.
“stop kicking my damn leg, haechan!” renjun shouted as he shoved the younger male away. “how the hell can i stop when i’m shoved between you and this lanky bastard!” he gestured to jisung who just pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “what about me? i didn’t decide to sit here, you could’ve sat in the back with mark and chenle..”
“screw that, i’d rather enjoy the peace and quiet in the back here, thank you very much.” chenle responded as he leaned his legs over the spare seat in the back, sighing in relief, “it’s so nice to have space~”
“chenle, do me a favour and wrap the seatbelt tightly around your neck.” renjun glared at him as he turned back around, focusing on the views outside, drowning the other boys out. jeno sighed, “do they always have to argue everytime we get in this damn car? they’re lucky i can focus on driving otherwise we’d be off the road by now.”
jaemin just laughed in response, shaking his head, “no seriously.. i don’t know how you do it, i definitely would’ve been rolling down that hill by now. how long until we get to jacksons anyway?” the older male looked at the gps, “about 5 minutes.”
“5 minutes too long..” jaemin groaned as he leant his head against the backrest of the seat, “can’t wait to get there.”
a couple hours went by, the boys had all split up and done their own thing: mark and jeno went upstairs with two girls, renjun just kept to himself but ended up leaving early because the party was ‘boring’, haechan shamelessly flirting and it backfired on him and left him locked in the bathroom, chenle just hogging his expensive alcohol and not letting anyone near it when they asked to take a swig and jisung.. last but not least, stuck in the corner of the living room with cute girls surrounding him and calling him endless nicknames.
jaemin watched and grew tired of it quickly, grabbing yet another drink and chugging it down. he felt a hand on his shoulder, gripping tightly and he knew who it was. “hey brother! nice to see you here, finally, so how you finding it?” jackson smirked. “you know, the usual.” jaemin responds.
“ahhh come on, lighten up! i’ll get some more people drunk and we can see where the night takes us, huh? oh- and also, you know yn right?” “uhh yeah?” the younger male responded with a confused look on his face, where was jackson taking this?
“look after her for me, will you? she’s a mess right now and i don’t trust anyone in here with her apart from you. i’ve known you for ages. you’re a good kid.”
and look after you jaemin did - well kind of, from a distance. he kept a close eye on you and didn’t let you out of his sight, even following when you stepped outside. he saw you wobbling over to the side of the house, “suffering are we, yn?” he asked and he loved the look of surprise on your face. he heard you say you were fine but he paid attention to the way your knees buckled, your body trying to hold itself upright.
“yeah, you’re still a lil’ wobbly though, aren’t ya?” he asked as he moved his arm to yours, ignoring the slight electric feel he felt flowing through his body. he gulped, “careful.”
“you’ve got really pretty eyes..” you mumble softly which elicited a soft chuckle from him, “mhm, do i? well thank you gorgeous.” he couldn’t help that his heart did a little flip in his chest, he’s never been told this before.. not by a pretty girl no less.
“you’ve irritated me these past couple months coming in and ordering coffee around 11pm.. but i guess i don’t mind actually, i don’t know, it does annoy me but.. i’ve never paid much attention to you and while i am now, it doesn’t matter.. you’re very attractive and i’ll give you a pass..” he heard you ramble on, listening intently on to what you were saying. he knew it was annoying of him to be doing that. he did kind of like it though, but he never knew it was that bad.
“ah, and you’ve waited until now to tell me? well.. i’ll try and come in a little earlier if i do get coffee, will that satisfy you? if i’m getting pretty privilege, i might as well use that to my advantage.” he retorted to you. he took the time to admire your features as you were too busy thinking about his words. you’re so gorgeous, so so perfect, he thinks. he thought about the conversation you two had over text, how similar you two are yet so different at the same time. he couldn’t hold back his urge to just.. feel your lips on his. if anything went wrong - he knew he could just blame it on the alcohol. despite that, he’s never had a girl make him feel this way, ever in his life and he liked it. he liked the thrill you gave him, the lingering gazes at the coffee shop when you thought he wouldn’t notice.
“i know we hardly know each other, but can i.. kiss you?” jaemin asked you. he couldn’t hold back from your whine and the way you pleaded with him to kiss you. he smashed his lips onto yours, a hand placed on your cheek to deepen the kiss, his other hand running through your hair and moving to the side of your hip. he didn’t mean to be so rough but he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. he heard you moan into it and if he could swallow it.. even replay it, oh he so would. how perfect could you get?
and then, jaemin heard someone shouting that there’s a fight currently going on. you both broke away and stared at one another for a second before jaemin smirked, “can’t help myself wanting to watch a fight, you comin’?”
he watched as you shook your head, saying it wasn’t your thing. he was in two minds but.. just decided that curiosity was overtaking him. “see you around?” he says before dashing off to the scene. it wasn’t that exciting as he thought it would be but as he turned around and walked back to where he left you, you were already gone. “damn it..” he ran a hand through his hair.
well, he had an excuse to see you tomorrow, he could tell you were going to deal with a bad hangover so.. why not go to the shop and buy you some painkillers now? he did that and headed home, smiling to himself, he had it all planned out.
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#going to be entirely honest#I’m 99% sure it’s Steve playing on ‘Angry’#and I don’t really like it at all#it reminds me a lot of seeing them with him live#he hits heavy and the cymbal work isn’t very complex and it plods rather than swings#which is fine#it’s a legitimate style#but it’s not the stones style#or at least the one that took the band this far (or the one I’m interested in listening to)#oh well#I guess I’ll just wait and see for the rest#and hope Charlie’s on at least 50% of the tracks#as they said initially would be the case#(also going to avoid the music press. everyone knows for near certain this will be the last album. so no-one will pan it. even if it’s not#particularly good. and the iorr assholes are sure to be in raptures over it. b/c they’ll happily lap up anything that perpetuates this band#with not much critical thought about the music or its legacy 20-30 years from now)
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HI TUMBLRR it’s me
#I ate ramen just now it was soooo god I think ramen is just it just is better after 10pm#im right#ughhh ok that actually reminded me earlier my classmate was making an Asian people eat dogs joke like he put on this awful accent and he wa#all like ‘dog tastes so good with rice’ and then he did other stuff too#but what really made me upset is that someone who I thought was my friend found it really humorous! wow okay!#I know it’s not really a big deal but im still kind of sad like I’ve lost all my respect for you now#anddd they were my only friend in the class so now I’m stuck there for the rest of the semester I guess . I mean I’ll still be nice to them#but I just don’t think I can bring myself to like them anymore sorryyy . not really . but kind of#idk if I’m overreacting . in elementary school though people would make jokes actually about me eating dog and it always made me really sad#but I never held it against them cause we were children#but now I feel like you’re old enough to know what you’re laughing at..#wow ok this really derived away from me being on tumblr and having just ate the worlds best ramen#well . not really I mean it was good but I’m allergic to normal noodles and I need to eat rice noodles and they’re not bad I just don’t lik#them as much Lol#I feel like my actual posts say nothing but if anyone ever reads the tags they probably know everything about me..#I use tumblr to complain half the time loll and I used to post my drawings more but I haven’t made any good drawings recently😭😭😭BUT WAIT!#i have a comic I’ll post in October we’ll see how far I am in it by then…#im like . halfway done with chapter oneeeee so maybe like I’ll post all of chapter one on hallowern.. how does that sound… cause actually#for those of you who don’t know my story has ghosts in it#im like trying to keep it a little silly right now but the tone might shifftttt idk!!!!! we’ll seeeeeeee cause actually I have NOT worked#out the entire plot.. just like. most of it.#but I keep having ideas like midway through ughhh it’s an endless cycle!!!!!#like Francis . she used to be a random character who shows up once but then I was like . wait no! anjali should have ghost friends! and tha#that’s how Francis came to be#and actually today I kind of finalized her design^_^ albeit in my math notebook lol
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#it was my grandpa’s 80th birthday this weekend and one of my aunts has covid but she came anyway#which like. i get you don’t want to miss it like he’s got a pretty aggressive cancer and who knows what time we have left and thats her dad#and she was like oh i’ll wear a mask#and yesterday she had an n95 but she kept fucking. pulling it off her face to talk#then today she just had a surgical mask so that’s fairly useless and just vents it all out the side#i’m just so mad. a lot of my family has health issues and grandpa has fucking cll like use your brain!!! use your brain!!!#and her antivax antimask trump supporter (we are canadian) son lives with her so he’s been exposed at home and he’s not going to do#anything to protect the rest of us#so yeah. four years of being safe and not having it down the drain ✌️#and i guess i could have been a huge bitch and waited in the car and not interacted with anyone or driven myself home#but what would that accomplish? it wouldn’t have changed anything#we’re all exposed anyway. so check back on me in a week and see how this turned out 🙃#i have midterms coming up too i’m cooked fucking cooked#eve.txt
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let me b-a-n-g baby
rafe cameron x fem!virgin reader
summary: “she told you she celibate, but she told me i can nail her shit” - nle choppa
warnings: smut, loss of virginity, dirty talk, reader seems sweet and innocent but is secretly dirty, dom!rafe, sub!reader, oral (m + f receiving), unprotected piv sex, a spank, creampie, slight breeding kink, daddy kink, cheating, reader has a boyfriend that is not rafe, degrading, praise, cursing, celibacy but not specified why
obv this is based on gang baby by nle choppa
God, you drove Rafe fucking crazy.
Wearing those skirts that were normal length around your family, but hiked up to barely cover your ass around him.
Whenever Rafe would see you with your boyfriend, you always seemed so uninterested, giving him looks with your pretty eyes.
He just wanted you so bad.
You currently stood in Rafe’s living room as he threw a party, one of his lavish ones that everyone in Figure 8 knew about.
Sipping on whatever little drink was handed to you at the beginning of the party, your boyfriend, Miles, spewed on and on and on about some side project at work.
“Good job, baby.” You hummed, not paying attention, eyes locked on Rafe’s icy blue ones.
Rafe was smirking at you, drinking a glass of scotch on the rocks as he noticed you not even paying your poor boyfriend any ounce of attention.
“Y/n.”
You snapped your gaze back over to Miles.
“Hm?” you hummed.
“I think I’m gonna head back home, you coming?” Miles asked sweetly.
Miles was genuinely an okay-ish boyfriend. He obviously cared, the two of you had been together for three months.
But when you first got with him and told him you were waiting til marriage, it set some kind of tension in the relationship.
“No, I’m gonna stay. I’ll get a ride home, though. promise.”
You felt Miles give your kiss a soft cheek, patting your knee as he stood up to leave.
As soon as he was gone, a familiar voice loomed over you. “not desperate to leave with your boyfriend?”
You glanced up, making eye contact with Rafe as he towered over your sitting position. You swallowed, licking your lips.
“The party isn’t over yet, is it?”
Rafe smirked at your response, taking the last sip of his scotch as he moved to sit in the seat that was previously occupied by Miles.
You had spoken to Rafe multiple times before, always seeing him at events.
“You’re not wearing your little skirt?” Rafe hummed, his eyes trailing your form.
You crossed one leg over the other, heart pounding at his intimidating gaze.
“Decided on wearing some jeans… ‘s too cold at night for a skirt.”
Rafe didn’t respond, not bothering to hide the fact he was blatantly checking you out. But he always did that.
“You don’t seem very into your boyfriend.”
Your eyes widened as he randomly called you out. Face feeling warm, you broke eye contact with him.
“I don’t think he’s very into me,” you murmured back, feeling suddenly shy.
“Yeah? How come?”
Rafe leaned closer, his large, veiny hand coming to rest on your knee. Goosebumps erupted on your skin from the contact, and you were grateful you decided to wear jeans to cover them.
“Told him I’m celibate on our third date… been a little awkward ever since,” you admit softly.
Rafe was shocked, but he masked it well. His eyes widened a little at your confession, those soft wrinkles tightening a little on his forehead.
“You practice celibacy?” Rafe hums, his thumb running along your knee still. No way this girl who hikes her damn skirts up so much to show him her ass was celibate.
“I try to, yeah.”
“Try to?” Rafe questioned, a small smirk curling on his lips.
“Guess it depends on how horny the person makes me,” you blurt out, feeling your face immensely warm from your admission and the cocky grin Rafe gave you, you sank back into your seat.
“Oh, pretty girl. You tellin’ me your boyfriend doesn’t get you all worked up? Doesn’t know how to make you all needy?” Rafe cooed.
Oh god.
His voice was enough to send shivers down your spine and a throb in your clit.
Rafe took your lack of response as something good, his self-assured smirk still plastered on his sexy face.
“I… uh… don’t really know how to answer that,” you murmur shyly.
“Mhm. How about I take you somewhere more private? Can’t hear your sweet voice surrounded by all these people,” he suggests.
You knew it wasn’t a good idea, no way in hell was following Rafe Cameron to a private bedroom ever a good idea.
He currently had your plush thighs over his shoulders, fingers digging into the sheets, noises escaping your mouth as he ate your cunt as if he was starving.
His eyes were locked onto your face, watching how with every delicious swirl of his tongue against your clit, it contorted up in pleasure.
“That feel good, pretty girl?”
All you could do was mumble something incoherent, the pleasure completely new and overwhelming to you.
Miles hadn’t offered to eat you out, despite you sucking his dick once. You were fine doing other sexual things, just not penetration, as that was what you wanted to wait for.
But when Rafe’s long fingers slid into your soaked hole, the idea of penetration was driving you insane.
“Clenchin’ around my fingers so much… never had someone pleasure this sweet pussy?” Rafe murmurs, sucking on your clit.
“no… fuck, Rafe,” you gasped.
Rafe had that stupid cocky smirk on his face as he purposely hummed around your clit, the vibration making your body twitch.
“I can tell, baby. So turned on but still so tight… you gonna let daddy put his dick in here?”
Your brain was so fuzzy, the coil in your stomach tightening as the pleasure started to get overwhelmingly good.
Rafe just chuckled against your cunt, watching as you came undone on his mouth and fingers.
Panting for breath, you were out of it for a good minute. No one else had ever made you orgasm, only used to your own fingers or a vibrator every now and then.
The tall man pulled away from your cunt, unbuckling his belt and tugging down his pants and boxer briefs.
“Taste so good, baby.” Rafe leaned forward, connecting his lips to yours in an attempt to pull you back down to earth.
“Mhmm, Ray…”
“Yeah? What do you need?” Rafe smirks.
You lifted your head, finally looking at his dick. Eyes widening a little, mouth growing a little damper with drool.
He was big and thick. A pretty mushroom tip that was leaking precum, two prominent veins that ran along the whole shaft.
“Can I suck your dick?” you mumbled.
“What was that? Speak up, pretty girl. Tell Daddy what you want.”
Of course, Rafe heard you, he was just an asshole.
“Can I suck your dick, daddy? Please?” you asked a little louder, staring up at him with your pretty eyes.
“Good girl, askin’ so sweetly for daddy. You gonna let me fuck this mouth?” He placed a large hand on the side of your head, guiding you over to the side of the bed.
You lay on your stomach in front of him, eyes still locked onto the leaking tip.
“Open your mouth.”
Wasting no time, your mouth dropped open, a small lick being delivered to swipe off his arousal.
The little noise he breathed was enough to give you more encouragement, slowly wrapping your lips around the head.
“Relax that throat f’me… good girl.”
He slowly guided your head down more of his base, tears pricking your eyes. he was bigger and thicker than Miles, again, giving you a whole new experience.
He threw his head back slightly, a soft moan leaving him. You took your hand up, starting to stroke whatever couldn’t fit.
His hold on your head never released, but he stopped guiding you. As badly as he wanted to just hold your head still so he can ram his cock in and out of your mouth, he knew he had to be patient, as you were a virgin.
“Mhm, yeah. Suck that cock, pretty girl. You’re so fuckin’ naughty, huh? Lettin’ daddy eat your sweet pussy and now you’re suckin’ his dick. What would your boyfriend say?”
You would never admit this, but his words were spurring you on. Just the idea of being in Rafe’s room, having only talked to him a few times, both of you doing oral on each other, while your boyfriend sat at home.
Obviously, you couldn’t respond. Not when he was beginning to buck his greedy, sculpted hips into your mouth, making you choke on his dick.
You bobbed your head, eagerly trying to please him as your manicured hand stroked the bottom of his shaft.
"Fuck, where'd you learn to suck dick, hm? You secretly a slut?"
Rafe leaned over onto the bed, delivering a harsh slap to your ass. His forward motion caused his cock to slide deeper into your tight throat, his balls tensing.
He was going to cum sooner than he wanted to, but he slowly stopped caring. Not when a pretty girl like you was sucking him off so desperately.
"You gonna swallow my load? Drink it all down like a good fuckin' whore?" He grunted, his hand starting to guide you again.
Spit was dribbling down your chin, small gags leaving your dirty mouth as he choked you on his member.
You took your left hand and began to gently massage his balls, feeling the way they tensed up, signaling he was close.
He twitched in your mouth, sexy, deep grunts leaving his filthy mouth.
"Shit, take my cum."
Hot spurts of semen slid down your throat, the sensation and taste of it weird, but not disgusting. You swallowed it down like a shot, gasping and panting for air when he finally released your head from his crotch.
"You look like a cheap whore, spit and cum dripping down your chin. But you love it, huh? Bet that little cunt is just throbbin', desperate for this cock."
A small whimper escaped your mouth involuntarily. He was right, and you hated it.
"Want daddy to take that sweet virginity?" He cooed, watching as you laid on your back and spread your thighs, showing him your leaking cunt.
A guilty shiver ran down your blood, the idea of Rafe Cameron, someone who you had barely any romantic involvement with, taking your virginity instead of your boyfriend or future husband.
But the way his throbbing cock was staring at you, hovering over your aching clit, the idea of just saying fuck it was stronger.
"Ray?"
"What, baby?"
"Can you... nail my pussy? Fuck me hard?" You asked softly, staring up at him with those fucking eyes that drove him insane.
"Yeah? You want daddy to break this cunt in? What about your boyfriend?" He snickered, loving how needy you looked for him.
"He can't please me like you can, please, daddy. Want you to take my virginity, don't wanna wait til marriage." You were pleading pathetically.
His smirk was downright evil as he slowly slid his leaking tip up and down your drenched lips, making sure to tease your clit nice and slow.
"You're not as sweet and innocent as you make it out to be, hm? You're just a desperate cock-whore for daddy."
Another small whine escaped your lips at his degradation, clit throbbing with need.
"Please... need you s'bad."
He leaned down to gently capture your lips in his, although it slowly became more rough as he dominated your tongue and mouth.
He began to gently slide the tip into your leaking hole, the sensation making you gasp into his mouth.
"Relax f'me, yeah?" He murmured, sucking hickeys onto your throat as he began to slide further in.
Desperate fingers dug into his muscular back, eyes squeezed shut as he stretched you out. Luckily, you were soaked, so it was easy for him.
"Feel so good, stretchin' you out on my cock. You're not celibate, huh? Just wanted to wait for daddy."
A soft moan left your throat, feeling him suddenly stop moving. Your chest rose and fell as you gasped for breath, trying to relax enough to make it feel good for yourself and him.
"Rafe, fuck..."
"I know, sweet girl. 'm fully in, just loosen up f'me so I can show this little pussy what 's been missing," he cooed.
It took a few moments, but you finally felt him start to push his hips in and out. Your painted toes curled as he continued to press kisses to your neck, getting sloppy the quicker his sculpted body moved.
"Takin' this dick so well, this pussy was made f'me, yeah?"
You nodded your head, brain fuzzy from the sensation and his naughty words. Rafe fucking Cameron was taking your virginity, inflating his already high ego.
He brought a calloused thumb down to rub your hardened clit, your legs tightening around him at the added pleasure.
"That's it... let daddy claim this needy cunt. Your boyfriend is gonna be so mad, huh? Knowing you're Rafe Cameron's bitch now."
Your walls fluttered around him at his words, a low groan leaving his lips.
"feels so good, daddy," you whined.
He just hummed, his skilled hips rolling roughly into yours, the added pleasure of his thumb on your clit was only driving you closer to the edge of release.
"You gonna cum f'me? You gonna cum on daddy's dick while he takes your slutty virginity?"
"Yes, yes -- shit."
Your orgasm hit you hard, your body shaking as the coil in your tummy snapped. Eyes squeezed shut, walls clenching around his twitching shaft.
"Good girl, good girl. You want daddy to cum in this needy cunt? Give you a baby to remember your first time?"
An embarrassing sound escaped you, head nodding quickly. If you were able to think rationally, you would have said fuck no.
But his body was so warm, his grip was so tight, his thrusts were so rough yet deep, you just begged.
"Please, Ray? Please fuck a baby into me?"
He grunted at your pleading, voice so sweet, how could he refuse?
His hips snapped quickly against yours, grunts and filthy words being poured out from his mouth as he chased his release.
Finally, you felt him twitching, and the new sensation of his cum coating your vaginal walls instead of your throat made you whimper.
"Fuck..." he gasped.
All you could do was pull him down into another sloppy, breathy kiss. Lips smashed together, tongues brushing and fighting.
He rolled over onto his back when he disconnected your swollen lips from his, a big, calloused hand caressing your hip.
"How was that?" He asked softly, a tone you had never heard from him before.
"Really good," you nodded, still out of breath.
He hummed, letting you rest for a moment.
"C'mere, pretty girl."
He guided you onto his lap, still caressing your hip with one hand, the other going to grope your left boob.
"Daddy's gonna teach you how to ride dick now."
Your eyes widened slightly, knowing you were in for a long night.
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ok i enjoyed the first ep of shadow so much but oh man i wish they released the eps weekly, instead of netflix-ing the first seven eps all at once 💀
#i feel like the pacing of ep one was BREAKNECK so i’m super curious to see how they sustain that for an entire full length series#it’s definitely what i’d describe as a solid cw-spooky - more thrilling in a fun way rather than a scary way#but i’m deeply into that so that’s fine#anyways im gonna try and avoid spoilers and watch one ep every few days or something i guess 🥲#(or i’ll just wait until sunday and watch the rest helpdkfkff)#show: shadow the series#shadow the series
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overstimulated - Matt Sturniolo
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summary: where you overstimulate matt to the point where he can’t walk anymore.
contains: smut, sub!matt, overstimulation, slight humiliation, mocking, teasing, use of safe word.
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i don’t even know how matt and i got in this position, but right now i’m sitting on his lap, pinning him down as his erection pokes into my thigh.
“please?” he whispers shakily, his pale cheeks a cherry red.
i trace my fingers along the waistband of his sweatpants, earning a soft whimper from him.
he’s been desperately horny this whole day, constantly clinging to me, but i’ve been too busy.
i slowly rock my hips against the clear bulge on his lap, my clothed cunt rubbing against his sweatpants.
his head tips back, “oh god- don’t do this to me” he sighs
“dont do what?” i grin, reaching my hand down and tracing the outline of his dick through his pants.
“you know- ‘m gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that” he says barely above a whisper.
“that would be pathetic, wouldn’t it sweetheart?” i say, cupping matt’s jaw and making him look up at me.
he nods, squeezing his eyes shut. i wrap my warm hand around his dick through his pants, squeezing lightly.
“oh my fuck-“ he whines, rutting his hips up into my hands.
he clutches the bedsheets beside him with his veiny hands, trying to resist his movements.
“look at you, all whiny, don’t even have your dick out yet.” i scoff, matt nods frantically,
“-‘m sorry!!” his breathing picks up.
i feel his dick twitch in my hand as i continue to rub the fabric over it, before a loud groan escapes his red lips, raw from being bitten.
and he finishes in his pants.
a large damp patch is obvious right under my hand as matt’s hands cover his embarrassed face.
i let out a small laugh, “poor thing.”
he shakes his head, “i couldn’t help it, i really tried!” he states with a small pout.
“yeah? now your gonna be sensitive for the rest of this.” i say, matt’s eyes widen
“what- more?” he breathes,
“you thought we were done?” i taunt him, pulling my shirt off of my body.
i reach down for his pink shirt, text lays across the fabric saying ‘i need a kiss’.
i tug it off of him, laying it on the matress beside us.
goosebumps travel up his skin from the cold air as he looks up at me with pleading eyes.
i stand up off his lap and tug down my pyjama shorts, leaving me fully revealed for him.
his eyes roam over my body.
“you’re so pretty.” he sighs, clutching the sheets beside him again.
i smile at him before crawling back onto his lap, i look down infront of me, he’s hard again.
i tug down his sweatpants to his thighs, before pausing my movements.
his eyebrows furrow, i just sit comfortably on his lap, waiting for him to start begging.
he fidgets with his short nails as he avoids eye contact,
he’s never usually this submissive, quite the opposite, i guess he’s not used to having to wait.
“please?” he finally speaks up, his voice husky.
“please what.” i reply instantly.
he bucks his hips up slightly, his dick hitting my stomach.
i push his stomach down, placing him back on the bed.
“use your words.” i tell him, staring into his eyes.
he shakes his head, “that’s embarrasing-“ he starts, but i instantly cut him off.
“if it’s so embarrassing then i’ll leave you here, all needy and nobody will be here to get you off, would you like that?”
he shakes his head, “no- no! i just.. ‘just need you!”
“matt that’s not clear enough, tell me exactly what you want from me.” my voice is stern, seeing how far i can push him.
“i want you on- on my dick.” he speaks quietly,
“yeah? then what.” i reply,
“then- then i want you to ride me.” he says, his eyes travelling everywhere but mine.
i run my hand through his hair, “there we go, wasn’t so hard to use your words wasn’t it?”
he nods,
i grab his jaw, “i want you to keep looking at me okay?” my tone is softer now,
i take his length in my hand and pump his cock a few times.
“oh-“ he stammers, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time through his squinted eyes.
his hair sticks to his forehead, and his abs tense.
i run my thumb over his tip, he gasp lightly, gripping the sheets harder.
“you’re doing so well, so good for me.” i praise him, continuing to run my hand up and down his length, squeezing slightly as i go higher up.
“thank- thank you-“ he squeezes out breathlessly.
his legs shake slightly as his orgasm comes on, spurts of white hit his stomach.
his jaw hangs open slightly as he lets out strings of moans.
i don’t waste time to sit up properly, hovering myself above his sensitive tip.
i run his cock through my folds, his eyes spring open. “i can’t! ‘m to sensitive-“ he pleads,
“i know you can do it for me matt,” i whisper with a warm smile.
he shakes his head, his hands find their way to my bare hips, he grips tightly for dear life.
i slowly sink down onto his dick, a strained groan escapes his lips as he digs his finger nails into the plush of my skin.
“i’m gonna cum too soon, that’s- that’s embarrassing” he stammers, squirming slightly on the mattress.
“that’s okay, you’re okay matt” i assure him through sharp breathes as i continue to bounce on his cock.
the sound of skin slapping along with matt’s strangled whimpers fill the room, his eyes are scrunched shut and his brunette locks are messily laid across his flushed face.
my pace picks up, matt sinks his top teeth into his bottom lip in a desperate attempt to silence his pathetic noises.
“so close already? you already came twice tonight.” i scoff, which tips matt over the edge
his legs judder as his back arches off the bed.
he frantically grips the pillows beside him as he finishes, his warm seed coating my insides.
i don’t stop riding him, chasing my own orgasm.
he winces with pained moans, “too much! too much-“ his voice cracks.
i don’t stop, matt knows we have a safe word.
he shifts himself below me, his arms twisting as he tries to squirm under me.
“s-stop- stop i’m too- too sensitive!” he squeezes out.
i shake my head, strings of groans exiting my mouth as i clench around him, signalling my upcoming orgasm.
“red- red” the safe word falls from his mouth, making my heart skip a beat.
i instantly pull off of him, my juices coating his dick, even dripping onto his pelvis.
i look at matt, a few tears roll down his cheeks.
my eyes widen, “hey- hey don’t cry, i’m sorry sweetheart are you okay?” i ask, flopping down ontop of him and wrapping my arms around him.
“no- i’m fine just intense, i-i’m not sad or anything” he says shakily with a small laugh.
“i’m sorry baby.” i say, squeezing his waist tight as i hug him.
“don’t apologise- tha-that was so hot.” he mutters.
i hover above his tear stained face, i reach my hands down and wipe away his tears.
“i promise i’m not crying- just sensitive.” he laughs, i giggle in response before standing up off of him.
i look down at him on the bed,
what a sight.
i clench my thighs together as i look down at him, he’s flopped messily across the matress, his arms and legs sprawled out different directions.
his face is a deep red, and his hair is stuck to his sweaty face. his lips are raw and bright red,
and finally he’s coated in his release, white streaks painted across his tummy and chest.
i just admire him, “jesus fuck- matt you don’t understand what you’re doing to me right now.” i whisper
he smiles in response,
“can- can i please take a polaroid of you?” i ask shyly, “just for me to keep.” i follow up.
he grins with an eyebrow quirk, “finnneee…”
i clap before running over to my closet and pulling out my polaroid camera,
i stand at the edge of the bed, matt gives me a tired smile and thumbs up, i snap the picture.
“thank you-“ i say with a small laugh, he rolls his eyes with a smirk.
“cmon, let’s get you nice and cleaned up.” i say to matt,
he nods with a small hum, followed by a massive yawn,
“you’re so tired sweetheart.” i laugh,
“how could i not beee..” he whines,
“i’m just teasing you.” i smile, grabbing his hand and tugging him up
he stands up on his feet before stumbling over, his legs basically jelly.
he flops backwards onto the bed,
“can you seriously not stand up straight.” i ask with a giggle.
“no- no i can!” he protests, heaving himself back up off the bed, but his shaky legs instantly give out.
i erupt into laughter,
“oh my god!! i’m gonna use that forever! imagine me telling people that i took away matt sturniolos ability to walk”
he covers his face with his hands as he laughs uncontrollably with me,
“you’re so insanely stupid” he giggles,
“tell that to me when you can stand up!!”
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