#again by fetty wap

[kxsagi]

“𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲”

otoya had a reputation, a notorious one. if there was a girl within a ten-mile radius, best believe he was out here dropping "you look familiar, have we met before?" like it was his personal slogan. you, his girlfriend, had tolerated it for far too long, but when you caught him giggling at some girl's instagram story reaction, you saw red. 

“you wanna act like you're single? bet. you are single," you texted before blocking him on everything. 

otoya? oh, he panicked. 

so, naturally, he did what any man in distress would do: grand gesture with maximum embarrassment. 

the next day, he pulled up to the most crowded place in town, the starbucks parking lot, strapped with his JBL Xtreme 3, bass boosted to the max. with his hoodie up like a heartbroken soundcloud rapper, he pressed play. 

♪ "i want you to be mine again, baby…" ♪ 

fetty wap’s voice BOOMED through the air like a personal attack on every innocent bystander just trying to enjoy their caramel macchiatos in peace. 

heads turned. people stared. a dog barked. 

but otoya didn’t care. he stood there, dramatically holding the speaker above his head like a tik tok romeo, scanning the crowd for you. 

and then, like his “source” had told him, there you were. 

you. sitting outside with your iced coffee, sunglasses on, ignoring him like he was nothing but a background character in your life. 

he took a deep breath and yelled out your name. “PLEASE! I’M A CHANGED MAN!” 

you took a slow sip of your drink. “oh, word?” 

otoya nodded aggressively. "I DELETED SNAPCHAT FOR YOU!" 

the crowd gasped. someone whispered, “that’s real.” 

you squinted at him. "and the 'close friends' list on instagram?" 

"... gone." 

a dramatic silence fell over the parking lot. even the barista inside stopped mid-order. 

you finally stood up, crossed your arms, and sighed. “fine. but if you even THINK about sending another ‘wyd’ text past 11 PM –” 

"I WON’T! I SWEAR!" 

you rolled your eyes and grabbed his speaker, pausing the music. “come on, romeo. let’s get out of here before someone records this.” 

otoya grinned, slinging an arm around you. the crowd erupted in cheers. someone threw a cake pop at him. 

and as they walked away, the speaker accidentally unpaused. 

♪ "i know my lifestyle is driving you crazy…" ♪ 

you smacked the pause button again. "don't push it, otoya." 

and thus, balance was (temporarily) restored. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

a/n: THIS IS CANON DON’T LIE (header image credits go to @_266hr on twitter)

[temeyes]

white noise (bonus under the cut!)

Gaz, who's on the other side of the world:

[harrypotterandtheamericanway]

Get us out of this prison.

We have decided to make Twilight cannon in this AU and yes Fred, George, and Lee will be taking full advantage of the opportunities given to them.

[settons]

Ibwant you to be miiiinee again babyy

[skitwit]

aww yeah fetty wap angelo rules edit

[venusonvellum]

gotta make a banner image for this fic but i 👏 don't 👏 wanna 👏

[rafecameronssl4t]

IM BEGGING FOR MORE FRATBOY!RAFE CAMERON PLEASEEEE💔

Trap Queen || Frat boy!Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

A/n: hehehe missed writing frat boy!rafe also had no idea what to title this so I thought this song kinda matched idk

Warnings: mentions of sex, idk if there’s anything else

Word count: 2,042

MASTERLIST (frat boy!rafe x reader au masterlist)

“I have no idea what her problem is with me,” you mutter under your breath, your eyes flicking toward Jada, who’s glaring at you like she’d love nothing more than to see you vanish. Her gaze lingers, intense and filled with something close to hatred.

You turn back to Rafe, irritation bubbling up as you try to make sense of the tension hanging in the air. Rafe glances over lazily, his eyes briefly scanning Jada before he scoffs, almost amused by the situation. He leans back casually, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the bowl between you and tossing it into his mouth without a second thought.

“Probably ‘cause she was trying to get into my pants before we started dating,” he mumbles through a mouthful, barely caring to mask the indifference in his voice. Your body stiffens, eyes widening as you process what he just said. “Are you serious?” you snap, crossing your arms and staring at him, bewildered.

“And you didn’t think I should know this?” Rafe slows his chewing, his brow arching slightly as he swallows. His reaction is calm, almost too calm.“Didn’t think it was worth mentioning. She’s irrelevant babe,” he shrugs, his voice annoyingly nonchalant. “I don’t give a fuck about her.”

You turn to look at Jada again, and this time she isn’t even pretending to hide the jealousy etched across her face. She’s whispering furiously to her best friend, the sorority president, her eyes flicking between you and Rafe with an almost desperate need for attention. The way her eyes follow Rafe, hungry and spiteful, makes the knot in your stomach tighten.

She’s clearly still bitter, and her gaze shifts between you and Rafe like she’s daring you to flaunt what she can’t have. It’s more than just resentment—it’s envy, glaringly obvious, and you can feel her simmering frustration from across the room. Frustration swells inside you, and without thinking, you reach for Rafe’s hand, gripping it firmly.

“Let’s get out of here,” you murmur, not wanting to feed into Jada’s petty game, but unable to shake the discomfort gnawing at you. Before Rafe can say anything, you grab his hand, pulling him up from the couch. His surprise shows for a second, but he follows your lead, letting you drag him away.

~

“Fuck off,” Rafe growls at the sound of a knock on his door, still half-asleep and annoyed as he shifts under the blankets. His arm gently moves you off him, and you let out a soft whine, instantly missing the warmth and security of his body pressed against yours. He sighs as the knocking persists, louder this time, more insistent.

“I’m coming!” he yells, frustration evident in his tone as he clumsily pulls his boxers up his legs, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He’s barely awake, his movements sluggish, but the incessant knocking has him on edge. Just as Rafe reaches for the door, he pauses, his hand hovering over the knob.

A frown crosses his face. It wouldn’t be any of his frat brothers—they’d all gone home for the long weekend. Suspicion sharpens his senses, and he leans toward the peephole, squinting as he peers through it. His gut twists the moment he sees who’s on the other side, Alice, your sorority president, and Jada.

“Shit,” he mutters, backing away from the door. He hurries back to the bed, his hand reaching for your shoulder as he shakes you gently. “Babe, hey. Wake up,” he whispers urgently, trying to keep calm as you groan, still half-lost in sleep. “Jada and Alice are outside,” he says, his voice low but urgent.

The words barely sink in before you’re wide awake, panic flooding your system. “What?” you whisper, your voice strained with disbelief as you sit up, your heart racing. In an instant, you’re scrambling to grab your clothes, your mind spinning. “What are they doing here?” you hiss, pulling your jeans up your legs in a rush.

Your fingers fumble as you try to fasten them, your breath quickening with every second. Rafe’s hands are already on your back, tying up the straps of your top with quick, precise movements. “Fucked if I know,” he mutters, glancing toward the door. The knocking continues, sharper and more demanding this time, as Jada’s voice echoes through the room.“Rafe, open up! We know you’re in there!”

Jada calls out, her tone laced with impatience, as if she’s holding some kind of authority over him.“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath, cursing the situation. The last thing you need is Jada and Alice catching you here—especially like this. Your mind races with the possibilities of why they’ve shown up now, of all times. Rafe turns to you, his hands resting on your arms as he tries to steady you.

His eyes are calm but serious. “Just hide in the bathroom. I’ll deal with them,” he says firmly, his voice low and reassuring despite the situation. You nod, heart pounding in your chest, and quickly dart toward the bathroom, quietly closing the door behind you. Locking it, you press your ear to the wood, your breath held as you strain to hear what’s happening.

You hear Rafe sigh heavily before he opens the door, his voice low and tense as he greets Jada and Alice. The muffled sound of their conversation seeps through the door, but it’s hard to make out the words clearly. Your stomach twists as you wait, hoping that whatever they want, Rafe can get rid of them without making things worse.

Rafe opens the door just enough to stand in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a bored, unimpressed look on his face. He eyes Jada and Alice, his expression indifferent as he sizes them up. “Can I help you?” he asks dryly, making it clear from the start that he has no interest in whatever they’re about to say.

Jada and Alice exchange a quick glance, their irritation barely hidden beneath thin smiles. Alice, with her usual fake sweetness, steps forward, her voice dripping with insincerity. “Is Y/n here by any chance?” she asks, flashing Rafe the overly saccharine smile she gives to everyone. He sees right through it—he knows exactly how two-faced she really is.

Rafe lets out a short, amused snort, crossing his arms. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he replies with a smirk, clearly enjoying himself. Jada opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off before she can get a word in. “No, she’s not here. Why do you even care?” He raises an eyebrow, his voice sharp with challenge.

Alice, not backing down, continues with the same fake concern. “She wasn’t in her room while we were doing our rounds last night, and her roommate said she never came back,” she explains, though her tone lacks genuine worry. Rafe can barely stop himself from rolling his eyes. It’s clear they’re just fishing for information, and their excuse is weak at best.

“What, you have curfews on a Friday night?” Rafe deadpans, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He watches as the annoyance flickers across their faces, and he takes pleasure in knowing he’s getting under their skin. Alice forces a tight-lipped smile, her patience clearly wearing thin.

“Yeah, to make sure everyone is home safe and sound,” she says, her voice still maintaining that fake sweetness, though Rafe can hear the underlying frustration. “Right, sure,” Rafe mutters, clearly not buying it. He shifts his weight and straightens up, his disinterest obvious. “Well, like I said, she’s not here,” he says flatly.

The two girls stand in tense silence for a moment. Rafe can see a flicker of something—perhaps jealousy or frustration—behind Jada’s eyes, and it intrigues him. He watches as Alice turns, clearly ready to leave this awkward encounter behind, but Jada’s sudden outburst catches her off guard.

“What do you even see in her, anyway?” Her sudden outburst catches Alice by surprise, and she glances back at Jada with wide eyes. Rafe raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised by her boldness. “Jada, let’s just go. She’s not here,” Alice mutters, her hand gently squeezing Jada’s arm, as if trying to ground her. Rafe can’t resist interjecting. “Yeah, Jada. She’s not here,” he mocks, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans casually against the doorframe.

Rafe’s disdain for Jada is palpable, and he relishes the chance to get under her skin. The flush of anger spreads quickly across her cheeks, her fists clenching at her sides as if holding back an explosion of frustration. The heat radiates off her in waves, her glare sharp and unyielding, her eyes narrowing with contempt.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she snaps, her voice bitter, teetering on the edge of desperation. Her gaze burns into him, full of resentment. “You think you can just parade around with her like she’s some prize to be won. What makes her so special?”

Rafe meets her gaze head-on, completely unfazed. He tilts his head slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. “Why are you so obsessed with my fucking girlfriend, Jada?” His voice cuts through the tension like a blade, catching her off guard for just a second. She falters, her posture stiffening at the unexpected challenge.

“This is clearly between you and me, so leave Y/n out of it,” Rafe continues, his tone sharp and unwavering. He steps closer, his expression darkening with warning. “You got a problem with me? Fine. But don’t drag her into whatever this is.”Jada’s eyes flash with frustration, her lips tightening as she struggles to maintain her composure.

She clearly wasn’t expecting Rafe to call her out so directly, and the protectiveness in his voice stings more than she wants to admit. “You think you can just blow me off like I’m nothing?” she hisses, her voice trembling slightly. “I see how you look at her, how you act like she’s so perfect, like she’s better than everyone else.” There’s a bitterness in her words, a jealousy she’s no longer able to hide.

Rafe raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening. “If you think this is about anything more than your own jealousy, you’re delusional,” he says bluntly. His tone is calm, almost amused, as if he’s thoroughly enjoying watching her squirm. “If you’ve got some fantasy that I ever wanted anything to do with you, that’s on you, not me.”

“Get over yourself. I don’t want you, and I never fucking did,” Jada opens her mouth, clearly intending to argue, but no words come out. For a moment, she’s frozen, her face a mixture of shock and hurt, as if she never expected him to be so blunt. The silence stretches, heavy and uncomfortable. Rafe leans back against the doorframe, crossing his arms with a lazy air of indifference. He knows he’s won.

“Why don’t you take your little jealousy trip somewhere else?” he says with a bored tone, as if she were nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His words only fuel her fury, but he doesn’t care—he’s already dismissed her in his mind. Jada’s fists tremble at her sides, her frustration bubbling just beneath the surface.

She glares at him one last time before spinning on her heel and storming off, her heels clicking angrily against the floor. Alice glances at Rafe for a moment, but she’s smart enough not to say anything. She shoots Rafe a scowl that could cut through steel, her frustration evident. “Leave Y/n alone. Don’t test me,” Rafe warns, his tone lowering to a menacing growl.

There’s no way he’ll allow them to interfere in your life, not when they’re so clearly motivated by envy. Alice opens her mouth, a retort on the tip of her tongue, but she hesitates, measuring the threat in his eyes. After a moment, she seems to reconsider, her expression darkening with resignation. With a heavy sigh, she shakes her head and turns on her heel, hastily following Jada down the hallway. Rafe watches them go, a sense of satisfaction washing over him.

[illubean]

these guys stand outside your window holding their jbl speaker over their head blasting Again by Fetty Wap with tears in their eyes the night after you dump him

-Yuuji Itadori, Aoi Todo, Satoru Gojo, Ino Takuma, DENKI KAMINARI, Hanta Sero, Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Yuu Nishinoya, Reita Toritsuka, Leorio Paladaknight, Okuyasu Nijimura, Guido Mista

[liiixsturniolos]

— more than friends ...?

♡ a nervous chris asks his best friend {peach} to be his valentine, making her question how she feels for him and if they really are just friends. A slow burn romance, filled with jokes and inner thoughts, neither can tell how they feel about each other until they meet lips.

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! !: fluff, smut (fem oral)

about this au

⋆ wc: 2.1k not proofread

Peach was laying, legs stetched out under her blanket, cozy on her couch. She was stuffing her mouth full of her favourite chocolates and scrolling through her exes Instagram page, flicking through pictures of him and his new girl. Depressed on valentines day, not exactly the best day for her.

Her phone buzzes and she picks it up, scrambling for the remote to pause the rom com she's watching.

A text illuminates the screen, from Chris.

“Come outside.” it reads.

She rolls her eyes and squirms on the couch, not wanting to get up and lose her comfortable spot,

“Whyyy, I'm cozy rn.” she texts

an instant reply hits her screen,

“Trust me, it's worth it!” from Chris.

With a grunt and a groan she stretches her legs and pokes them out of the blanket, landing on the floor and shuffling to the door with her blanket still wrapped around her. She opens the door to chris, stood in her front yard.

The speaker starts up playing fetty waps 'again', as chris dies laughing, after his laughter calms down, with the speaker still blasting he hobbles to your door and hands you a large bunch of red roses.

Amongst your giggles you thank him for the roses. “No problem peach.” He chuckles, shutting off the speaker.

She lets him inside, opening up the door wider as he walks in, his timberland boots clicking against the hard wood floors.

“Uhm, don't mind the mess. I've been a little depressed today.” You excuse

Chris' eyes scan around the living room, cluttered with chocolate wrappers, tissues, and at least ten blankets. “Alright..” he huffs, stepping over peaches third hello kitty blanket to crawl onto her couch.

“Now I was thinking -i mean, if you want to? If you don't mind-” Chris was stuttering,

“Yes?” Peach smiles

“I thought you'd be sad today, you know, because of the break up a little while ago and living alone now, so why don't we go out to dinner tonight?” Chris asks

“Us? Dinner?” Peaches panics on the spot.

“Uh- like only a friend thing.” Chris reassures her.

[ Peach thought it over a second, would it be a good thing to go on a date with Chris? It could give him false hope. You see, chris had confessed feelings for Peach the day before she had made it official with her then boyfriend Marcus. She had to turn him down, being Marcus' girlfriend now. When she'd found out Marcus was cheating, she kicked him out of their house and ran to Chris to cry to about it. But things had been awkward a while now, even four months after her breakup. Although this was 'only a friend thing' right?

“Yeah, that would be nice.” Peach accepts.

Chris smiles at her, “By the way, fuck is this you're watching?” he asks, laughing at the kissing couple on her TV screen.

“For your information, Christopher, this is 'ten things I hate about you', and it's fucking fire.” Peach giggles, un-pausing the TV to let the scene play. She curls up on the couch next to Chris.

── .✦. ── an hour later :

The time flies by as Peach is wrapped in Chris' muscular arms, and both are sound asleep until, the movie comes to an end, and their both suddenly hyper-aware of their situation. Peach is bundled up on his chest, hearing his heart beat and feeling his clothed chest move up and down, and he breathes slowly. She feels content here at home.

Chris shuffles away awkwardly, “Alright, I gotta go Peach but I'll see you at dinner tonight, right?”

“Yes sir!” She smiles sweetly, “Text me what time!” She yells as he laces up his boots at the end of the stairway.

“I will! ” he yells back.

── .✦. ── 8pm, time for the date! :

Peach is curling her hair, ready for the date. Her lips are lined with the perfect cocoa shade of brown, her hair is flowing in perfect curls, and her sheer white dress is hugging her figure. She looked angelic tonight. You couldn't deny it.

“Wow.” Chris scoffs when he arrives to pick her up, his eyes roam around her body. He fights to keep them tame and look at her face, but he can't help his mind from wandering as his eyes drift onto her waist. Nobody could stop his brain from imagining dirty scenarios of him holding onto her. He was like a deer infront of headlights.

“Chris?” She interrupts his obscene fantasies, concerned as to why he's been staring blankly at her for so long.

“Shit, yeah get in let's go.” he says, breaking away from his stare.

Peach immediately steals the aux and turns on some music, choosing her rap playlist to blast throughout the car.

“Damn I did not expect this type of music from you.” Chris chuckles at the innapropriate rap music that played, which wasn't helping his impulsive sexual fantasies of her.

“I love it.” Peach giggles, sending Chris into a laughter as well.

── .✦. ── at the restaurant :

Peach had so much fun in the car singing along to dirty rap songs. She had forgotten that she actually had no clue where she was being taken to dinner, until she arrived.

“Oh my god, Chris.” Peach whined,

The restaurant was definitely more than nice, it was fancy as fuck and the interior was gorgeous. Chandeliers were hung over the ceiling, and the tables were sprinkled with pretty decorations. This place didn't look easy to book, Chris had to have planned this for weeks.

As sweet as the gesture was, Peach was intimidated by it all. This gorgeous restaurant, the flowers? This wasn't feeling so friendly. This felt more like a real date.

“Chris this place is really nice.” Peach says,

“I know, you like it?” Chris grins like a kid given candy

“It's beautiful, but a little much for just friends at dinner.” Peach mumbles unsure of her assumptions,

“Well, the only way to get you out of the house would be to go somewhere nice, right?” Chris smiles,

“I suppose you're right.” Peach admits, she would've never bothered to get dressed up and stop wallowing in her sadness if it wasn't for Chris' suprise.

The room was vast and tables were far apart, ensuring everyone in the restaurant could have conversations without background noise. Unfortunately for Peach that was all she was wishing for at this moment. The table was awkwardly silent, leaving her wondering what Chris was thinking of.

“Bout that movie?” Chris starts to chip away at the block of awkward silence,

“Ten things I hate about you!” Peach exclaims excitedly, ready to discuss her all-time favourite movie ever.

“So what happens in your goofy rom com and should I bother watching it?” Chris remarks

“Basically, the main girl, Kat, is lowkey guy-reppellent, but her little sister Bianca can't date until Kat does, you with me so far?” Peach is starting to explain,

“Mhm.” Chris smiles, seeing Peach in her element talking about the things she loved was so cute.

“And so.. Kat dates this guy Patrick who's paid to go out with her by biancas crush, but they end up falling in love.” Peach explains.

“That's cool, might watch it.” Chris says sarcastically,

“Really?” Peach questions

“Nah kid.” Chris laughs

Peach pulls an annoyed face at him along with a side eye at him and to top it all off, rolls her eyes.

Later, Peach and Chris are leaving the restaurant, having eaten and shared many conversations. Their walking along a cobblestone path up to a bridge.

“Tell me something i dont know about you.” Peach blurts out.

“What?” Chris snorts, “You already know everything about me, were best friends.”

“Oh, c'mon.” He nudges her shoulder, “There has to be something.” Peach giggles,

“Alright, I sleep with stuffed animals in my bed every night.” Chris admits,

“What! For real? So you take 'em off of that shelf every night?” She laughs

“Yeah, I can't sleep alone.“ Chris tells her,

“Awh thats kinda cute.” Peach punches his shoulder playfully,

“'ight, now your turn.” Chris demands,

“Alright, alright.” Peach mumbles, “I've never had oral.”

“Really? Never?” Chris asks in shock,

“It's not like I don't want it- past boyfriends just thought it was weird or didnt want to do it on me.” Peach says shyly

“You want me to?” Chris joked

Or was it really a joke? Peach was used to these jokes, but this time, it seemed different. His tone, they way he had looked her in the eyes as he said it, the 'not date date' they were on. This time it didn't feel like a joke.

Peach paused, looking Chris in the eye, trying to figure out if he had meant what he said.

“Just jokin' kid, don't get scared.” Chris, let's out an awkward laugh,

“Hahah, right.” Peach fakes a laugh, and rubs her arm from the cold.

Weirdly enough she was slightly disappointed. Imagining Chris' head between her legs for a second seemed sweet. His hands trailing up her thighs, leaving soft kisses. The sight from above of his hair, tickling her legs as he dove his tongue inside of her-

She's interrupted mid thought- “Ya cold Peaches?” Chris says, immediately removing his jacket and wrapping it around her before she could answer.

“Thanks.” she whispers, shivering and shaking underneath it still.

“Home now?” Chris asks her, A shaky Peach accepts of course, wanting to cuddle up under her millions of blankets.

── .✦. ── at home :

Peach, of course, bursts through the door of her home, immediately showering to get warm and emerging in fluffy pyjamas holding multiple blankets. “Movie night?” She suggests to Chris, a huge smile painted across her face. He has no choice but to agree when she looks at him like that.

'The Dark Knight', Chris' pick of movie, plays on the bright screen. But Chris doesn't watch it. He's staring at Peach for most of the movie.

“Y'know what I said earlier, if it made you uncomfortable I'm sorry.” Chris begins,

“It didn't.” Peach halts him, “I liked it.”

“The joke, o-or?” Chris stutters,

“I'll take you up on your offer if that's what you want.” Peach tells him, shocked to even hear herself speak, not used to being so forward like this but she felt good about it.

Chris' eyes shift for a second. He's unsure if he's finally getting the moment he's been waiting for. He looks down at the floor, up to her eyes and to her lips, where his hand snakes up to her jaw and pulls her in to kiss.

His kiss was soft at first, easing her in and pushing his lips against hers, until it turned hungry, passionate, and desperate to taste her. His lips moved down her neck, sucking and kissing down her skin.

“Oh! Fuck chris..” Peach whines, his mouth wrapped around her nipple, until he travels down again soon.

“May I?” He asks, almost in a beg. His eyes were wide and puppy dog, pleading for her to say yes. Peach smiles and nods. Chris almost rips her underwear, diving in immediately, he'd been thinking about doing this for so long.

“So wet, I didn't know you wanted this so bad.” Chris whispers, wiping a finger across her dripping pussy.

“I do, I need it. ” Peach whines at the contact, praying for more.

His lips are quickly scoping around her clit, kissing it and rolling his tongue along. Every muffled groan he let's out sends vibrations pulsing through her. He's buried between her legs and is content to die there.

“Oh my god.” Peach moans, followed by gibberish mumbles and whines for mercy.

His tongue is wild, sending rippling pleasure through Peaches body every time he flicks it. He's slowly chipping away at the knot in her stomach with each euphoric motion of his careful tongue. Peach has her legs wrapped around him, and her hands in his hair.

By now minutes have passed and his tongue is only getting faster, hungrier, more determined to make her come the best she ever has. Peach is only getting louder, moaning almost pornographically at his friction. His hands are gripping her hips, pulling apart her legs as he dives deeper, swirling his tongue. Her hands pull at his hair and scratch his back, begging for more.

“Fuck Chris this is so good.” she moans out, which only makes the tent in his pants grow harder. He's coaxing the pleasure out of her every second she's closer to euphoria. Chris pushes his hands up her hips, caressing her skin.

Finally she reaches her high, her whole body relaxing into a puddle, her legs un-clenching as Chris' tongue rides her through it.

“Good?” Chris jokes,

“Fuck you, that was the best of my life.” Peach giggles,

“Well if you'll give me a chance we could do that again.” Chris suggests,

“Oh fuck yeah, you're with me now.” Peach laughs, diving in to kiss him again.

⋆ A/n : this is my first long fic, please give constructive criticism! I'm honestly scared to post and might take this down if it does shit because I'm worried people are gonna hate this!!

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔: @matthewsroses @chrislilcumslvt @pvssychicken @ivysturnss @mattsbitchh @sturniolo-fann @matts-myloverboy @emely9274 @sophand4n4 @uncannyguava @chrissweetheart @certifiedstar @slut4chris888 @courta13 @malsmind @chrepsi @muwapsturniolo

[captainshindo]

I know that’s right

Blue Lock guys after pound town (the trend yk)

feat: Hyoma Chigiri, Michael Kaiser, Sae Itoshi, Tabito Karasu, Reo Mikage

Inspired by this post by @captainshindo

pound town, supposedly the closest a person could get to another.

Perhaps because of the use of sexual organs, or the physical action of being inside another, or even because of the pleasure that could result from the experience.

Who wouldn’t want to gain that pleasure, no matter how short term it was? 

You.

The answer was you.

Currently you’re sitting at some nowhere diner, eating the greasy fries whilst you lean on the side of the booth. Opposing you is Hyoma Chigiri, one of the star players for the Manshine’s team, and your boyfriend. 

He’s sipping his cola, stealing a fry from you every once in a while, despite your objections, afterall this is supposed to be your treat after being subjected to the butral rounds he put you through. Your legs clench at the thought.

Hyoma is watching you with an eager glint in his eyes, his composure steady, barely changing aside from an occasional vibration or two.

The pair of you had just finished a rather intense round, and decided to go out for fast food instead of just ordering take out like normal people.

You’re practically trembling, struggling to keep up any facade of normalcy as you painstakingly retrieve a small fry.

“It wasn’t that bad.” Hyoma interjects your thoughts with a small smirk, taking his half eaten french fry and dipping it into the sauce before plopping it into his mouth.

You glare at him, completely deadpan. “I can barely walk right now.”

Hyoma laughs, covering his mouth with a hand as he delightedly looks at your face. 

“Skill issue.” He comments.

You drop a fry. 

“We’re never fucking again.” You say, shaking your head smoothly. 

Hyoma gapes, his pretty swollen pink lips separating for a moment in mock offense.

He knows you don’t actually mean it, you’re just using it as a playful way to tease the boy, even if you were serious he knows you’ll come back to him sooner or later.

“But you like it soo much~” He teases, putting his arm over the table to nudge your shoulder, making you lose the support of the booth chair

You don’t bother to give him a response.

Michael Kaiser stares at you with a victorious glint as he takes a bite of his burger. 

You’re sitting in front of him, leaning your head back and staring up at the ceiling as you contemplate life, and as you struggle to even pick up your own burger, let alone eat any of it.

His blond hair is fluffed up ever so slightly more than usual, it’s not as bad as his bed head, but it looks the same as it does after a competitive match. 

You’re struggling to keep your composure, switching between trying to eat and staring at the ceiling, you hear a snicker.

“Talk so big yet you can’t take it?” He remarks, it’s posed as a question and yet it sounds more like an observation.

You shake your head, and choose to smash it against the table in front of you, narrowly avoiding your plate.

You groan, “Not when I’m taking so big.”

Michael chokes on his water, a rare moment of shock.

Then he returns to his usual cocky persona, leaning his head on his hand. “You really shouldn’t say that in public, leibling, it makes me want to do it again.”

Michael takes another large bite of his burger, practically unhinging his jaw. He wipes off any remaining sauce with a tissue.

“There is no next time.” You respond, lifting your head off the table and weakly attempting to eat some of your treat.

He laughs, it’s twisted and much too confident for his own good, yet for some reason it makes him seem even more endearing as he runs a hand through his hair.

“Don’t lie, we both know you can’t resist me.” Michael teases, twirling a strand of his blond-blue locks with a finger, he makes a crude scissoring gesture as he splits the piece of hair in half, it makes you flush.

You smash your head into the table again, having officially given up.

The pink haired man sitting in front of you narrows his eyes, twirling the metal straw that leads to his beverage as Sae Itoshi calmly looks over your appearance.

The two of you are sat in Sae’s apartment, a bag of fast food pushed to the side of his marble countertops as you lean on his kitchen’s island.

Sae regards you with a judgemental glance, looking over your disheveled appearance as he comments, “You know those aren’t good for you?”

You pause, a couple of french fries in hand. You begin to slowly guide them towards your mouth, eating them with careful consideration.

“I don’t care.” You respond, shrugging as your partner glares down at you.

Sae looks like an angry porcupine as he crosses his arms. He takes a tentative sip from his glass of ice cold water, and he contemplates forcing you to eat something actually healthy, although he doubts it would go over well with you.

“Don’t come crying to me later, then.” He turns away from you, as if about to walk off, then he turns back towards you to make another point. “You know-“

You cut him off, “Shut up.”

He raises his eyebrows, and lightly flicks your forehead. You make an over exaggerated groan at the movement, and Sae smirks.

“Stop being pissy, I’m just telling the truth.” He says bluntly, a subtle glimmer of affection in his eyes.

You reach to take another fry, and Sae lightly swats your hand, you glare. He already bought it, so why wasn’t he letting you eat it.

“If you keep at it, you’ll never get to hit this again.” You declare, shaking your head slowly.

Sae pauses, tilting his head to the side and staring at you with blank eyes, “Hit this…?” he asks, wrinkling his eyebrows. 

You forgot that Sae is chronically offline.

“Nevermind.”

A warm smell fills the air, and a sizzling sound ceases. You’re sitting at your dining room table, leaning back and facing your face to the ceiling. 

Tabito Karasu sets a plate, and some chopsticks in front of you. He grabs a few other dishes from the kitchen, his hair floppy and free from hair wax. It’s a domestic scene, especially since you’ve just been brutally railed, and you’re enjoying it.

Every so often your thighs shake from the previous overstimulation, and as it happens when Tabito sets the final dish on the table, he flashes you his signature grin.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You deflect, gripping your chair and pulling it closer to the table.

Tabito laughs crisply, it’s warm and inviting, you want to hear it over and over again. 

“Like what?” He asks, leaning towards you ever so slightly. 

You feel your cheeks start to warm as he runs a hand through his hair, his beautiful hair wax free hair.

You hesitate to place anything on your plate, worried that you’ll struggle to use the chopsticks he so nicely face you, as your hands tremble.

Tabito notices. He picks up some food and starts to place it onto your plate, giving you generous amounts. “Next time I’ll go easier.” 

You pause, flustered. Tabito finishes giving you food, and goes into the kitchen to grab a knife, fork, and spoon just in case. He places them onto the table, so you can use them if you can’t use chopsticks anymore.

Your heart swells, and you’re delighted by the fact that this man is your boyfriend, especially when you dig in and taste a delicious home cooked meal.

“What makes you think there will be a next time?” You comment in between bites, with a small smile.

He stares down at you, and smirks.

Reo Mikage looks down at you pitifully, as if begging you not to do this.

It’s late, and you’re surprisingly hungry after quite a few rounds, of course Reo isn’t, considering how desperate he was eating you earlier.

You’re laying in bed, and scrolling through a delivery app on your phone, Reo sits up next to you, looking at your phone.

“You realise I have private chefs?” He comments, running his fingers through your freshly washed hair with a gentle smile.

You tap your order into the delivery app, choosing to buy from a quick and easy fast food place. 

“It’s too late to call on them.” You rebutt his comment, clicking onto the pay section of the app.

Reo sighs, stretching his arms up and shuffling towards the edge of the bed. He starts to try to leave the warmth of the bed, but you wrap your quivering legs around him.

He grins, “I can make you something myself.”, Reo behind to squirm his way out of your legs and bed. Unfortunately your legs seem to have lost the strength they possessed during your earlier endeavours.

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and grabbing Reo’s torso with your hands. 

“I want fast food.” You demand, holding onto him tightly and using all your body weight to make him stay. It’s a helpless thing, as your boyfriend is incredibly strong due to his time in Manshine and his job as a professional footballer, but nevertheless!

Reo groans, “But it’s rather… unhealthy and greasy.” he explains, still ready to leave the bed to make you something. If he does, you’re sure you’ll kill him.

You smirk, a mischievous idea on your mind, and you pull yourself towards your boyfriend to kiss him right next to his mouth.

“Like you.” You say, pushing away from him. 

Reo rolls his eyes, and stays in bed, shuffling towards the middle once more.

“I despise that comparison.” 

[overadores]

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ somewhere in italy ୨ৎ Sophia Laforteza

"You're the sun that's setting right behind the ocean"

"I hope it gets you thinkin' about me"

୨ৎ synopsis. When Sophia returns to her family’s summer home in Italy for the first time since she was ten, she’s determined to immerse herself in European culture while helping renovate the house. But when she steps into a quaint local bookstore, she meets a perceptive bookstore clerk who immediately clocks her as a tourist. What starts as a simple exchange—asking for recommendations on where to eat and what to see—quickly turns into something more. As they explore the city together, Sophia finds herself drawn not just to the charm of Italy, but to the person showing it to her. However, with her time in Europe limited and emotions growing deeper, she must decide whether this summer is just a fleeting adventure or the start of something real.

୨ৎ tags. fluff, crack, smau, little writing, strangers - friends - lovers, mention of substance and alcohol, homophobia, tiny bit of angst, profanities, non-celeb au, kys jokes, suggestive themes.

୨ৎ pairing. sophia laforteza x reader

୨ৎ guests. le sserafim ( huh yunjin ). enhypen ( shim jaeyun ). katseye. other celebs.

"The feeling that I felt for the first time, Have a good summer without me"

୨ৎ status. on-going

୨ৎ author's note. This is an original work of smau, and is written for entertainment purposes only. Any names or characters, businesses or events or incidents, are fictitious and for the lore the place is going to be in Italy and in between of 90s - 00s, but still has technology like the 21st century. The characters identity have no relation to the actual persons/portrayers— and are solely based on the author's imagination. Don't bother looking at the timestaps 'cause it's not that important unless stated and also the face claim would be random masc peepz at pinterest so ctto. remind you that I put a lot of effort into creating my own story, and any similarities are purely coincidental! taglist is also open.

୨ৎ in queue. love in portofino - dalida; magnets - niki; mia & sebastian's theme - justin hurwitz; home - michael buble; young and beautiful - lana del ray; une barque sur l'ocean - andre laplante; heavy - the marias; soft spot - keshi; everyone adores you (at least I do) - matt maltese; must be love - laufey

୨ৎ profiles mommy issues only again by fetty wap again by fetty wap 2.0

୨ৎ chapters

01. bentornato!

02. first meeting

03. colazione, qualcuno?

04. crashing out

05. what to wear?

06. first date

taglist: @fruityg0rl @wtfisthisnoclueman @goofymickeyr @falling-intoo-deep @itzkatflixs @spongebobtentacles @sibwol @sunshinez4 @leotapes @gtfoiydlyj @saysirhc @hydrardz

[theworldcrossing]

DOWN GIRL 👇

[icyg4l]

Summer Lovin: What’s Your Love Life Looking Like This Summer?

hello beautiful people! this is all about what you can expect for this upcoming summer in your love life. this is a continuation of the summer 2024 tarot series! before we get started, i want to say thank you all for supporting me once again. it means a lot as this blog continues to grow. and thank you guys for being patient with me. without further ado, please choose the image that resonates with you.

Top Left-to-Bottom Right: (1-4)

pile one: you just wanna be in your room, huh? i think that you will meet a new person & it will take you some time to get used to their energy. but it feels like you have been single for a while now. you’re not really interested in anyone really. but the new person will ignite something in you. this connection will make you more playful. you will meet this person in a place where you least expect it. i think this person will have to grow on you. it feels like a slow burn. as you two become more connected, i feel like you will acknowledge them as a blessing in your life rather than a burden. it’s time to flirt a little bit. your spirit guides want you to be more warm, open and willing to go somewhere outside of work. get dressed up when you go out. not for the sake of romance, but just for self-appreciation purposes. this person will appreciate your intellect so much. they could be born in the summer and wear brown/earth tones a lot. if this is a masculine person, they have long hair. if this is a feminine person, they wear braids. cherish the moments that you have with this person because i have a feeling this is a fling. this person is someone the universe sent to you because they wanted you to get off the bench lmaoooo.

cards used: ace of wands, 9 of cups, knight of pentacles, 6 of cups, the tower, the hermit, king of cups, queen of wands.

extras: cheez its. broken umbrella. chrome hearts. new lingo. ribbons in hair. recently attended a concert. choker. thigh high boots. beetles.

pile two: you don’t have to search for anyone because they will come looking for you. i feel like you got out of a relationship about 6-12 months ago & now you’re wanting to get back into the field. because you set the intention or looking for a specific person, you’re going to find them at the right time. it’ll be almost lightning speed. but remember, you’re the prize. this person is gentle. you have a roster, don’t you? soon, those numbers will be deleted out of your phone because someone will sweep you off of your feet. i see you being bored with the dating scene as well. but by the end of the summer, you will come across your person. they are average height so don’t expect them to be super tall/short. this person invests a lot of money into their personal scent; this will be one of the things that will catch your attention about them. this will be a relationship that lasts past the summer. this person was sent into your life so that you could believe in love again. love can be the fairytale you deserve and more, darling.

cards used: 10 of cups, the star, 2 of discs, prince of wands, 7 of cups (rx), the hierophant.

extras: sharp eyeliner. being overstimulated. zoo field trip. fetty wap. 5th grade. boba tea. cashapp. blonde curls. “say cheese.” star trek. starstruck (2010).

pile three: “the death of a bachelor” is what i heard. this summer, i feel that you will be undergoing some major changes which will reflect in your feelings about love/dating overall. this pile will experience extreme changes in their love life. think 180. at first, you could be into focusing on your money & being flirtatious. but in the middle of summer, you could play with the idea of being a relationship. by the end of the summer, you could get in a relationship or be exclusive with someone. maybe you’ll break up with the partner you’re currently with & this will shift your views. either way, these changed feelings are a result of the people in your life. your support system will be a major influence. epiphanies will be had about the relationships in your life as a whole. i feel like you’ll be playing ‘catch up’ this summer. making up for lost time comes to mind. whatever the case may be, it feels as though you’ll be back outside, enjoying yourself or trying to. you will develop deeper emotional connections with your friends. you could even fall in love with one of your friends. the person who you’re looking for has a rare physical characteristic (i.e. grey streak of hair, different colored eyes, abnormally long chin, etc). i also think that this person could favor/remind you of your childhood crush. all in all, this person was sent to you to help you get out of your comfort zone. how will you know what you can handle if you haven’t gone through it yet? this is a test of resilience.

cards used: death, justice, 8 of discs, king of wands, the hierophant, 2 of discs, 2 of cups, 3 of swords, page of swords, 10 of discs.

extras: corn dogs. boiling water. chocolate bar. “put it in some rice.” book-to-film adaptation. spilled tea. 11th house energy. looking closely.

pile four: you guys are gonna have a sneaky link this summer. this is something that you desire at the moment. i feel like this will be with someone that you’ve known for a while. i don’t think that y’all are on the best terms right now though. but a mutual attraction between the two of you is there. you will be accompanied with chivalry and late night car rides. other things will happen in this car, if you catch my drift. things will escalate with this person pretty quickly. this isn’t an FWB situation at all. it feels like it’s strictly sexual. this person will help you feel more confident in your body & they’ll help you take ownership of it as well. “my body my choice” is what i heard. please use protection. this person is a hard worker. i feel like a lot of these events will take place after they get off from a long day of work. maybe they ran errands for the day but still want to see you? this person lives alone and they treat their car like their baby. i don’t feel that this will last long but the effects will. take full advantage of the time you have with this person, pile four.

cards used: princess of cups, princess of discs, 2 of swords, 7 of wands, the chariot, 8 of wands, the emperor, 9 of cups.

extras: cheetah print bonnet. airport. accountability. drunk texting. m. night shyamalan.

[kyoshist]

All these Fetty Wap "Again" memes got me thinking about Kavik WAY too much tbh-

[pumpkinsy0]

do u think curly blast again by fetty wap after an argument w pony and hot boxes in his (its rlly tims) car