#and. i do not have a group to do that with.

[wpmz]

rouxls meme redraws. im claiming him on behalf of loser polyamorous bisexuals everywhere

[rafesangelita]

♡ when dilf!rafe and bunny!reader first met

warnings: suggestive language

a/n: inspired by this gif — it’s soooo dilf!rafe and bunny coded, i just had to include it in so y’all could get my visual.. and also feel free to read more about dilf!rafe x housebunny!reader here ! leave req’s or discussion posts about them in my ask box, these two are one of my fav au’s to write for!!

sipping on an ice water, you hummed sweetly as the breeze from your little handheld fan blew gently through your hair, the chilly air providing you with some form of relief against the blazing outer banks sun. you had been out here on the golf course for about three hours now, the fanny pack hugging your hips already filled with crispy blue hundreds from the wealthy patrons of the country club. having met your money goal for the day, you decided a break was deemed necessary, considering you still had a few hours left until you were able to clock out.

it wasn’t until you spotted a group of men swinging their golf clubs far off in the distance, that you decided to make your way over there, plastering on your pretty smile that never failed to make the men empty their wallets to you. one of the men had turned around at the sound of the soft hum of the golf cart engine, the other two following suit as you stepped off, the zipper of your baby pink lululemon jacket zipped down just far enough to expose your cleavage and the dainty little tiffany and co. heart pendant on your necklace. “hi, there!” you chirped, “my goodness, everyone here looks like they can use a drink..”

at your flirtatious tone, the guys exchanged suggestive looks with each other before a certain one with cerulean eyes caught your attention. he gave you a once over, his jaw clenching as you bent over to grab the flavored liqueurs you had in stock. he was so tall, his broad shoulders alone made your imagination run wild as you pictured your nails digging into his flesh, his sharp facial features causing an influx of butterflies to flutter in your tummy. “you’re a lifesaver, bunny.” topper, the man you recognized from yesterday, was quick to give you his drink order, both of you making small talk as rafe watched you intently.

he waited until kelce and topper disappeared back to their original spots before finally towering over you, a surprised gasp leaving your lips when you turned around and found yourself face to face with the man you shamelessly imagined yourself getting fucked by. “i’ve never seen you around here before.” his voice was low as he spoke, almost as if he knew what you were thinking and he was teasing you for it. “this is my second day on the course..” you trailed off, your cheeks heating as the space between you two lessened. rafe loved seeing how nervous you grew under his stare, a smug grin gracing his lips as you lifted your head to meet his gaze.

“how’s it going?” he adjusted the cap on his head, the gold ring on his index finger glinting underneath the sunlight. despite making really good money at the country club, you knew this job wasn’t something you could see yourself doing long term. “it’s alright.. it wasn’t my first choice but it’s funding my shopping sprees so far, sooo.. good enough!” at the mention of shopping sprees, rafe cleared his throat. “what was your first choice?” he asked, taking a sip from the alcohol in his cup as you started twirling the ends of your hair. “well, i was nannying on the mainland, so i was hoping to do the same thing when i decided to move here, but i just haven’t had much luck..”

it was like a lightbulb went off in rafe’s head, his eyes flickering down to your glossy lips. “no, shit? you know your way around a house?” you nodded, your lashes fluttering up at him as he decided right then and there that you were going to go home with him. “my son is actually out of the house right now for school, but i would love to have someone there to maintain things for me.. maybe even meal prep or just have dinner ready for me when i get home from work?” you smiled sweetly, looking past him to see topper and kelce already packing up their equipment. “i would love to do that for you.” that statement was like music to rafe’s ears.

“yeah? can you start right now?” you gasped when rafe took your wrist, spinning you around so his frontside was completely flushed against your ass. making sure the guys were gone, and there was no one else around to see you two in this compromising position, rafe rested his chin in the curve of your neck before whispering in your ear. “you’re the prettiest fuckin’ thing i’ve ever seen.” his hand snaked around your waist, a shiver running down your spine as he slipped his fingers underneath your skirt and cupped you just in time for you to reach back and palm him through his pants.

“let’s get out of here, i’ll give you a house tour once i’m done breaking you in.”

[smutoperator]

Young & Beautiful

Tanaka Anna x Male Reader

Tags: bedroom, belt-wrapping, blindfolds, daddy kink, dom/sub, facial(-ish), mirror sex, nipple play, old/young, pretty face praising, (lots of) pussy worshipping, suggar daddy, tying up, visual

Word count: 4845.

You had a lot of money but lived the life of a divorced dad. Lonely except for the few times your daughter came to visit you. Until the day she asked you to take her to a university festival to see her favorite new group: Meovv.

As the concert started, your eyes immediately went to one of their members. A young and beautiful Japanese girl.

Your daughter kept enjoying Meovv's performance while your eyes just couldn't get off that girl you didn't even know the name of. But you knew you had to meet her at all costs.

The performance ended, and you asked the security guard if he would let you see the Meovv girls backstage. He granted you some credentials as you talked with the staff about your daughter being a huge fan of them as they let her move close to the girls.

"Anna!" your daughter exclaimed excitedly as she asked one of the members to sign her merch, leading you to know the name of the beautiful girl you were closely watching on stage. Once your daughter moved off to the remaining members, you started talking to Anna.

Anna told you she had a day off tomorrow. You gave her your phone number and placed your bets. But the Japanese girl was rather sweet and gave you a quick answer.

"Pick me up at the label's building," she said.

On the next day, you waited for Anna outside The Black Label's building in Itaewon, seeing a few of their artists, such as Rosé and Somi, go inside. But you only wanted Anna, even though it seemed like it was taking quite long for her to come out of the building, to the point you thought you weren't going to see her.

"Sorry for being late," Anna said as she knocked on your car's door. "No problem," you promptly answered her. "Where do you wanna go?" you ask her. "You can take me anywhere you want," she answered.

You took Anna for what was essentially a day-long date. You two ate ice cream together, had some lunch, and went shopping, you gifting her the most expensive stuff your money could buy. Anna loved every second of it, but as you finally got to your home, the best gift you could give her was yet to come.

"I have a surprise for you," you told Anna. "But first you'll have to let me cover your eyes," you continued. "Sure," Anna answered as you brought a blindfold to cover it.

You look at Anna's beautiful face. Everything about her was incredible. She had

the face of a model, but her incredibly slim body was also to die for. "Promise you'll do anything I ask," you told her. "Yes, I will," she answered.

"Take your top off," you told Anna, who obliged. "Your bra too, or you won't get my gift," you said afterwards. "Alright," she answered, showing you her perky tits. "Squeeze them," you commanded, Anna pinching her tits as you touched her bare belly. "You like that, don't you?" you ask her. "Yes, sir," Anna answers.

"No sir, you are going to call me daddy from now on," you told Anna. "Yes, Daddy," she answered. "Get on your knees and come take a peek at your gift," you told her, getting your crotch close to her pretty face and letting her feel your already hard bulge. "Wow, that's quite a big gift, Daddy; I've never had one like this before," she told you.

Anna touched your clothed bulge, giving your pants a few kisses and licks. "Can I have it, Daddy?" she asked. "Yes, come take your gift," you told her. Anna promptly obliged and pulled your pants down, your cock instantly popping out in her beautiful face.

"Suck it," you told Anna, her taking it very slowly as she had never handled a cock this big before. You started taking your shirt off as she gently kissed your tip and worked her mouth and hands in your shaft, trying to get it deeper in her throat. You took your belt off, wrapping it around her neck and pushing your shaft in her direction. "Gag on it for daddy," you say.

"Open your mouth," you told Anna, using the belt as a way to control her pace. Anna gagged a bit but quickly adjusted to your cock going in and out of her mouth before giving a few licks to the side of your shaft. "You seem very good at that for such a young girl," you told her. "Thank you, Daddy," she answered.

"You like when I stroke your cock like that, daddy?" Anna asked you. "Yes," you quickly answered. "Do you want to fuck my throat, Daddy?" she continued, giving you a hot, blindfolded blowjob. "Please, Daddy, fuck my throat," she kept begging, moving faster and faster down your cock.

You took Anna's blindfold off, letting her see the big cock she was sucking off. "You're so beautiful," you told her. "Thank you, Daddy," she said as she kept voraciously sucking your cock. "You like that, Daddy? Your dick is so good in my hand," she asks. "Keep talking to me," you said. "I love feeling your hard cock between my hands, daddy," she said.

Anna took your massive cock like a champion, bobbing her head hard on your shaft as she kept trying to find new angles to put it in her mouth. You watched as she spitted all over it, slapping it against her tongue and deepthroating it, enjoying her eagerness to take as she good young slut that she was.

"I can't wait for you to shove that big cock inside me, Daddy," Anna said to you. She was really enjoying the massive gift you had given her. Indeed, the temptation to just shove it inside this pretty young thing was enormous, but you had to warm her up a bit first.

"Lie down," you told Anna, who lay on your couch. Quickly, you took the bottom of her outfit and pulled her panties to the side, unveiling her pink slit. "Look at this perfect little pussy," you say to her. You immediately dove down on her, making her moan with your touch and your hard licks in her warm slit from the get-go. "Ahhhhh," she moaned as you reached to grab her tits as you spread her legs to eat her out.

More hot kisses between you and Anna followed as you kept touching her pussy while doing it. Your most primal impulses were quickly taking over, you kissing her with such intensity it felt like your life depended on it. Anna had truly awakened a long-dormant beast inside you, and you were ready to unleash it, even more so as you put a pair of fingers inside her wet slit and felt them already getting coated full of her juices.

"I want you so bad," you told Anna. "Me too, Daddy," she answers. "Damn, how can a girl be so beautiful at such a young age," you continue, groping her nipples as you keep kissing her, Anna stroking your cock while you do so.

"Suck my cock a bit more," you tell Anna, letting her take full ownership of your shaft and lick it from top to bottom as you lie on the couch. She gives you a beautiful smile that drives you crazy. "You look so sexy with that cock in your mouth," you tell her.

"I want more; grind on it," you tell Anna, letting her get on top of you as she gives you a few kisses before rubbing her folds against your throbbing shaft, teasing you to perfection as you give her ass a pair of soft spankings. You move up as she presses your cock against her body, sucking her beautiful boobs as she kisses you as hard as possible.

"Give me that pussy," you tell Anna. "It's all yours, daddy," she says, putting her back on the couch to eat more of the nectar from her slit. "Hmmmm," she softly moans as you move your mouth left and right in her folds, the beautiful expressions she makes while you eat it out.

You look at Anna in the eye, kissing her neck a couple of times before grabbing it. "You wanna play some games, little kitty?" you ask her. "Yes, Daddy," she answers with a big smile on her face before giving him a few more kisses.

You rub your cock against Anna's entrance before slowly penetrating her slit, taking it very slow at first. Her slit is as tight as you would expect. "So good," you tell her, Anna smiling and moaning as you passionately fuck her, trying to deal with the heat of your big cock in her burning pussy.

You carry Anna out of your living room, never pulling out of her as you take her into a hall full of mirrors. You pin her against the mirrors, letting her ride your cock as you watch it, sucking her tits. "Take this off," you tell her, putting Anna back on the ground as you pull her panties down, getting her fully naked for good. "Oh my God," you say as you worship her beautiful body from top to bottom, not sparing a single inch of it. You focus your attention on her pussy, pushing your tongue deep into her folds and then slowly moving up her body all the way to her tits.

"Do you want me to fuck in front of those mirrors?" you ask Anna. "Yes, Daddy," she obviously answers. "Say please," you reply to her. "Please, fuck me, daddy," she says. You turn her around, pushing your cock back in her pussy from behind and thrusting much faster this time. "HMMMMM," she moans as you can't resist the urge to pound that young pussy hard, even

"Look at you," you say to Anna as you fuck her hard in front of the mirror. You choke her a bit, letting her take a full look at her pretty face and sexy body as you take full ownership of her young slit. "You like this, you like watching daddy fuck you like a good little slut?" you ask her as you grab her tits. "Yes, I love that, Daddy," she says, lifting one of her legs for you to finger her pussy while you fuck her.

Your balls clap hard against Anna's cheeks as you increase the pace of your pounding. "HMMMMM, AHHHHHH," she moans, as you are completely addicted to her pussy. You slow down a bit to kiss her before fucking her hard one more time. "So good, so good," you say. You pull out and share some very hot kisses with Anna. "Go down," you tell her, letting her suck your cock full of her juices, looking in the mirror and enjoying both her beautiful face fully stuffed with your cock and her sexy back as she goes down your shaft, worshipping your balls and making slutty expressions for you.

"Let's go to my bedroom; I have much more to give you," you say to Anna. "I'll follow you everywhere you go, Daddy," she answers. In your bed, there is a gift containing one of the clothes you bought her at the mall. "Open it," you tell her, Anna obliging and unveiling a beautiful black lingerie.

"Put it on," you tell Anna, who starts dressing herself with the lingerie. "I'm ready to be a good girl for Daddy," she says. "You better be, because you look incredible wearing it, little black kitty," you tell her. "Meow," she purrs as you call her a cat.

You tie Anna's arms and give her ass soft spanks with a whip. "Yes, Daddy, spank me," she says. You tap right at her pussy, pulling the bottom of the lingerie to the side and sniffing her strawberry-flavored hole before making her lie on the bed and giving her tits a couple more spanks. "Oh fuck yes," she moans. You then move towards her beautiful legs, Anna spreading them wide open for you.

You grab Anna by her handcuffs. pinning her against the glass door that leads to the balcony. You give her tits a little massage and then start licking her pretty armpits as you tie her against the door. "Such a beautiful tits to show off to you daddy," you tell her, kissing Anna as you grope her boobs and then spanking them

"Oh yeah, Daddy," Anna moans as you grab her boobs together and suck them. "Let me see how sensitive they are," you say to her, hitting her nipples with your whip and grabbing them. You then move down and tease her pussy with the whip before pulling her panties down as you start pinching her pussy.

"You've got such a pretty little pussy," you tell Anna, playing with it and softly licking it. "I'll get it nice and wet for you, Daddy," you tell her as you put a pair of fingers inside. "Fuck," she moans as you work both your fingers and your tongue in her pussy, Anna moaning as you blow the air of your nostrils in her clit.

"Are you ready for more cock?" you ask Anna. "Yes, Daddy, give me more cock," she begs. You untie her. "Bend over," you tell Anna, who gets on all fours in your bed. "But first, I'm gonna eat more of that beautiful young pussy," you tell her.

You dive between Anna's cheeks and eat her out a little more. "Such a juicy young pussy, the way it should be," you praise her wet hole. "Thank you, Daddy," she says with another big smile, loving the way you worship her pussy. "Your tongue feels so good in my pussy, Daddy," she says. "How do I taste, Daddy?" she asks. "You taste wonderful," you tell her.

"Put your big cock back inside me, Daddy," Anna begs. You tease her a big one, rubbing your cock against her entrance before spreading her cheeks and slowly inserting it into her pussy. "Right there," you tell her. "OH FUCK," Anna moans as you grab her waist and insert it deeper.

"Go deep, Daddy," Anna begs as she spreads her cheeks for you. "Spread me open, Daddy, take that cock nice and deep in my pussy. I wanna feel every fucking inch of you, Daddy," she says. "Does that pussy feel good, Daddy?" she asks. "Of course.

You tease Anna a bit, taking your cock in and out of her pussy. "OH MY GOD, YES, YES, DADDY, FUCK MY LITTLE PUSSY, HARDER, PLEASE, MAKE ME CUM," she moans. You keep increasing the pace, grabbing her ass and kissing her back. "My pussy is so fucking wet for your big cock daddy; it's so fucking good inside me. Fill that little pussy with your big cock, Daddy," she begs.

"Spank me, Daddy, I love that," Anna says as you grab her ass and spank it. She starts fingering herself as your thrusts only get faster. "Please don't stop, Daddy, OH MY GOD," she keeps begging.

"YES DADDY, YES DADDY, FUCK ME, GIVE IT TO ME, NICE AND DEEP, GIVE ME THAT HARD FUCKING COCK IN MY PUSSY, DADDY," Anna moans. "Choke me, Daddy," she begs, you getting on top of her. "Fucking pound me, fucking pound me, Daddy; give me that fucking cock," Anna begs, moving her. "I'm daddy's little slut, use my little hole," she continues to beg as you grab her. "PLEASE DON'T FUCKING STOP, DADDY," she screams, putting her face down and ass up as you drive your cock deep down her pussy.

"FUCK DADDY, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, PLEASE, DADDY, I WANNA CUM," Anna tells you. "Then cum for your daddy," you tell her as you give Anna's ass the spanking that makes her explode, getting your bedsheets wet. "FUCK, I'M CUMMING," she screams. "Come taste your fucking pussy on daddy's cock again," you tell her.

"You're so kind for letting me taste that cock, daddy," Anna says as she drops on her knees to suck it. You grab her pretty face and start fucking her mouth as hard as possible. You make her choke on your cock, grabbing her long hair and. "Please, Daddy, fuck my throat," she begs as she closes her eyes and just lets you stuff your cock to the fullest inside her. "Look at this, I love the way you drool over daddy's cock" you say as Anna gets her mouth fully stuffed of it.

"Is that what you like?" you ask Anna. "Yes, daddy, my pussy tastes so good in daddy's cock," she answers as she gets back on the bed and strokes your cock against her body. "Your cock feels so good in my hands; I'm so wet, Daddy," she says. "Play with your pussy for Daddy," you tell her, watching her masturbate. "Show me that pink pussy for me," you command. "Look at how open it is for you, Daddy; it needs your cock back inside it," she says.

"Bad girl," you tell Anna, bending her in your lap and spanking her ass. "I love being a bad girl for daddy to spank me," she says as you keep hitting her ass. "Look how wet I am, she says, rubbing her pussy on your cock.

"Fuck, you're driving me so crazy," you tell Anna, getting on top of her and kissing her passionately. Anna wraps her arms around you and fingers her pussy. You put her in a spooning position, looking in her beautiful eyes as you go back to pound her wet pussy. "Rub me, Daddy, she begs as you reach to massage her pussy.

"Tell me how good my pussy feels, daddy," Anna says as her walls clench hard against your cock. "FUCK, YOU'RE COCK FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME, KEEP RUBBING MY CLIT, SHOVE THAT COCK INSIDE ME, DADDY," she begs. You alternate slow and fast thrusts. "In and out, just like that, Daddy, fuck me nice and hard," Anna begs. You attack her pussy faster. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum again," she moans, her legs quivering as you fuck her. "GIVE ME THAT BIG COCK, DADDY, IT FEELS SO GOOD INSIDE ME," she begs for more.

"Use my little pussy, Daddy; give it to me; I'm gonna cum," Anna moans as she closes her eyes and just lets you take her pussy to the fullest. "Please don't stop fucking me," she begs. You ramp up the intensity. "YES DADDY, YES DADDY, SPREAD ME OPEN WITH THAT HUGE COCK, YESSSS," Anna begs. You finger her clit hard and wrap your arms around her neck, giving her a romantic kiss as you show no mercy towards her pink little pussy.

"I'M YOUR NAUGHTY LITTLE SLUT, FUCK ME, YOUR DIRTY FUCKING WHORE DADDY, POUND MY LITTLE PUSSY," Anna begs as loud clapping sounds come out of your balls hitting her cheeks. "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING FUCK," Anna screams loudly as you give her a leg-shaking orgasm that knocks her air out. You pull out and start fingering her pussy hard, enjoying her juices covering your bedsheet. "AHHHH FUCK," she screams, her legs quivering nonstop with your hard but precise touch.

You kiss Anna as you let her recover her breath. "Such a pretty girl," you praise her beauty again. "Do you wanna sit on Daddy's cock?" you ask Anna. "Of course," she answers as she gets on top of you and lets your shaft sink deep in her pussy. You let Anna freely bounce on your shaft, grabbing her tits and enjoying her pretty face making incredible expressions as she goes up and down it.

"Your cock looks so good inside me daddy, I love waching it disappear inside my little pussy, I'm so wet for you, daddy," Anna says as she keeps moving faster on your cock. "Let me use that dick, Daddy, just like that; you're making me so fucking wet," she says. You spank Anna's pretty face as she rides it. "Harder," you tell her.

"You like the way I grind on your big dick, don't you, Daddy?" Anna asks. You can't hold anymore, pumping her pussy upwards like crazy as soon as she says these words. "YES, FUCK ME, DADDY, PLEASE DON'T STOP," she begs as you pump your cock up her pussy like a piston, her tits jiggling nonstop. "HARDER, DADDY, PLEASE DON'T FUCKING STOP; FUCK ME HARDER, HARDER, HARDER. YES, DADDY, YES, DADDY," Anna begs, almost knocking your breath away.

You let Anna take a break as she deepthroats your cock to the fullest to taste herself on it. Quickly after that, she gets back on top of your big cock, tilting her body forward as she goes back to ride it. You soon spank her ass again. "Yes, Daddy, spank me, please," Anna says. She tries to squat on your cock, but you give her no chance to settle, attacking her pussy hard with fast thrusts as soon as she starts riding your dick again.

"FUCK YES, YES, YES, DADDDY, YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CUM, POUND ME HARD, DADDY, POUND ME UNTIL I CUM ALL OVER THAT BIG COCK, FUCK MY TIGHT LITTLE PUSSY, OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Anna screams as you grab her ass and clap her cheeks hard. "I'm so fucking open for you, daddy," she says as you spread her cheeks and tease her pussy going in and out of it slowly. "You love my little wet open pussy, Daddy," she says.

You choke Anna as you pound her pussy hard and deep. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD," she begs as she gets pounded like crazy. "I'm Daddy's little whore," she says. "CHOKE ME, DADDY, CHOKE ME," she begs as you increase the pressure on her neck. "RUB MY CLIT, FUCK ME HARD, DADDY," she continues to beg, you pounding her pussy like there's no tomorrow, almost making Anna lose her bounce. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD," she moans.

"Suck it, dirty little young whore," you tell Anna as you finally stop pounding her. "What a nasty girl you are," you tell her as Anna dives her pretty face into your balls.

"Spread your legs," you tell Anna as you tap her entrance with your whip before eating her out a bit. "OH MY GOD, YES, DADDY, OH FUCK," she moans as you attack her creamy pussy and grope her tits, Anna sticking her tongue out as she gets her pink pussy worshipped one more time.

"GIVE ME MORE OF THAT FUCKING COCK, DADDY," Anna begs as you insert it back in her pussy in a missionary position. "It's your pussy, Daddy; take it all," she says. "Please chome me daddy," Anna begs, you grabbing her neck and fucking her hard and deep, spanking her face while kissing her.

"AHHHHHH," Anna moans as you use her pussy to the fullest, making your cock bulge under her belly and her tits bounce as you spread her legs and put her in a piledriver position in the bed. You slap her thighs a bit. "Fuck me daddy, I'm your naughty little girl, use my little pussy daddy, oh my god" she moans.

You lick Anna's pussy while her body stays upside down. "Yes daddy, lick my little pussy," she begs, fingering her clit and squirting in your face. "FUCKKKK," she moans as you worship her pink young hole. You put your cock back in her pussy, licking her feet as you start fucking her.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK THE SHITTY OUT OF ME, DADDY, I'M YOUR NAUGHTY LITTLE GIRL, GIVE ME THAT BIG FUCKING COCK, DADDY" Anna screams as she fingers her clit while you put her pretty feet in her mouth. You pound Anna like crazy, choking her and slapping her face as she loses her breath. "OH FUCK," she screams, panting hard after your rough fucking.

You flip Anna around. taking her pussy from behind in a prone bone position, going so deep she needs to bite the bedsheets to cope with the heat. "FUCK ME NICE AND HARD, DADDY," she begs. You do just as she wants. "Pull my hair, Daddy," she begs, you following, Anna rolling her eyes as her walls clench hard around your cock.

"Use my little whore pussy, Daddy; you fucking love it, don't you?" Anna asks. Indeed you love it; you haven't fucked a pussy this good in years. That young girl is so amazing you don't want to stop. And neither does she, as Anna begs you to keep fucking her. You give more spanks on her ass. "I'M COMING, DADDY," she screams. You slow down, kissing Anna's pretty face and enjoying her creaming all over your cock, before increasing the speed and making her roll her eyes and her legs quiver with hard, deep thrusts inside her. "FUCK, DADDY, YESSSS," she blissfully screams.

"My pussy is so fucking open, Daddy," Anna tells you. "Then sit on my face and let me eat it," you answer her. "Yes daddy, I'll do whatever you say, I'll do whatever you want me to, I'm daddy's little whore," she says, grinding her pussy in your face. "Your pussy is so fucking wet," you tell her, groping Anna's tits as you eat her out. "Right, Daddy," she says.

Anna walks to the mirror in your bedroom. "Want to try this again? Watch your beautiful pussy get pounded by daddy's big cock?" you ask her. "Yes, Daddy," she answers. You get Anna on her knees close to the mirror and start rubbing your cock against her pretty face. She licks your shaft alongside the mirror's glass before you grab her neck and put her back on her feet.

You take your cock back inside Anna's dripping wet slit and start fucking Anna vigorously from behind in the mirror. You grab her head and look at her pretty face as she moans and screams, out of breath with your fast thrusts. "IT'S YOUR PUSSY, DADDY, IT'S YOUR PUSSY, I'M ALL YOURS, I'M DADDY'S LITTLE WHORE, FUCK ME HARD." Anna screams as you pound her nonstop, grabbing her hair and pulling it down as you attack her pretty young pussy.

"That's what you want, don't you?" you ask Anna. "YES, DADDY, THAT'S WHAT I WANT. FUCK ME HARD, PLEASE," she answers. You pin her against the mirror. "Put your tongue out," you tell her, making Anna lick the mirror as she makes it foggy with her breath. You lift one of her legs, grabbing it as you kiss her and intensify the speed of your thrusts. "YES, FUCK ME, DADDY," she screams before your kisses muffle her screams. Anna clings to the mirror. "FUCK ME HARD, DADDY, I'M YOUR DIRTY FUCKING WHORE, YES, DADDY, YES, DADDY, PLEASE DON'T STOP," she begs.

"OH YEAH, RUB THAT CLIT FOR ME, DADDY. OH YEAH, PUT THAT FINGER IN MY ASS," Anna begs as you use one of your hands to finger her pussy while shoving that thumb on your other hand up her asshole. "DON'T STOP, DADDY, GIVE EVERY INCH OF THAT COCK TO ME, YES," she keeps begging as her body shakes with your rough pounding. You passionately kiss her, giving her ass some good spanking too. "Look at that pretty face," you say as you watch her getting obliterated in front of the mirror.

"Tell me what you are," you ask Anna. "I'M DADDY'S LITTLE WHORE," she promptly answers. "Use my little pussy until you cum, daddy," she begs. "Please, Daddy, cum all over my face," she continues to beg. You pull out and tell Anna to kiss her reflection in the mirror. "Kiss that fucking whore," you say to her, stroking your cock as you prepare to unload in her pretty face.

"I'm gonna cum on both these whores," you tell Anna, referring to her reflection. "Yes, please, cum for me, daddy," she begs. You unload right between her face and the mirror, covering both of them up as your cum paints a cat's whisker on Anna's face. "Clean it up," you tell her, Anna licking every last drop of cum that fell onto the mirror like the good girl she is. "Your face looks even prettier with my cum all over it," you tell her.

"Thank you, Daddy; it looks like I was a good girl to deserve this much cum," Anna says as she sucks your cock one last time and. "Are you satisfied now, Daddy?" she asks. "Yes," you answer her. "You love my little pussy, don't you?" she asks again, grabbing your cum from her face and swallowing it down. "Yes, the best pussy I've ever had in years," you tell her.

"Well, you can have me anytime you want," Anna says as she prepares to get back home. She had already gotten her clothes ready and grabbed your gifts and was ready to leave until you heard a voice coming from downstairs.

"Dad, I'm back home."

"Fuck, my daughter has arrived. I have to hide you, Anna."

[ivanttakethis]

Do you think Mizi had a higher intimacy rating with Ivan (75%) than with Till (30%) at least in part because of their conversation in the True Face comic?

Like, Ivan is nice to her and they talk and hang out sometimes, which I’m sure is on par with other students, but unlike other male students (sorry to put you in this group Till), he doesn’t “like” Mizi that way.

He doesn’t want anything from her. He doesn’t even want to watch her from a distance like some sort of goddess (so sorry again, Till).

There’s no ulterior motive for him to be friendly to her.

Maybe Mizi could sense that?

She could be friends with Ivan without having to worry about him taking the things she said or did the “wrong way.”

He wouldn’t misinterpret her taking a nap on him or asking for a piggyback ride as something romantic.

She was comfortable around Ivan.

Maybe Mizi even felt like she could trust him? Or at least not have her guard up.

Now that’s not to say that she distrusted Till or thought he would act like the blond guy did, however—

I can see why she would feel less fond of Till versus Ivan.

And the fact that the first thing he said when she asked why he liked her was because she was pretty made things worse.

Till didn’t like Mizi because of her personality.

He liked her because she was pretty.

Shallow. Surface level.

He built up this fantasy of her in his head and that’s what he loved.

Not her.

Just like all of the other boys “circling around her all the time.”

This is my favorite panel in the comic, because it says so much about what Mizi’s thinking without her having to say a word.

The dull look in her eye.

“I see. You’re just like all of the others.”

An invisible string between them is severed.

Mizi is the only one who notices.

This conversation also recontexualizes a lot of other art we’ve seen of Mizi and Till interacting.

She’s not oblivious to his blushing or how he stumbles over his words when talking to her. She knows what it means and is purposefully ignoring all of that because he’s her friend and she wants him to stay that way. Nothing more.

This is the second time Mizi is shown telling Till directly and in no uncertain terms that she likes/loves Sua, and I can imagine the fact that he doesn’t seem to take the hint would make her keep some distance.

It’s her way of protecting herself.

She doesn’t want him to be angry.

Saying no could be dangerous.

The last time she rejected someone it ended in violence.

(Again, not saying Till would do this, but Mizi doesn’t know that for sure.)

She has to be kind and sweet.

She has to let him down gently.

She has to say no in a roundabout way.

She has to tread lightly. Watch her words. Her physical contact. Even how long she looks at a boy so they don’t get the wrong idea.

And if they do, it’s her fault.

Whether or not Mizi knows Ivan is gay doesn’t really matter either.

It’s about the security of knowing you can just be yourself around someone.

It’s about feeling safe.

Safe enough to take a nap, even.

[jinjoohaa]

Jealousy looks good on you, baby

where geto's ex shows up (Roommate! AU)

CW : Explicit sexual content, public fingering, jealousy themes, possessive dirty talk, poly flirtation, light nipple play, possessive language, suggestive teasing, light voyeuristic dynamics, group affection/polyamory themes.

“Do you think this suits her ass better?”

Gojo’s voice made you flinch—he was kneeling next to your bag, holding up a red bikini like it was sacred lingerie. The bottom was a triangle of fabric, if you could even call it that. He tossed it on the bed beside five other bikinis that barely passed as clothing.

He grinned over his shoulder, “I’m packing this one. It gives ‘fuck me on the sand’ energy.”

You were blushing. Hard. Sitting on the edge of your bed, legs swinging slightly as he packed your bag for the beach trip.

He was, quite literally, packing your bag.

Correction: packing you into a walking wet dream.

The white one had been labeled “innocent slut vibes,” the red one “cocktease on a mission,” and the sparkly baby blue? “Cute but begging to be pulled to the side.”

Gojo grinned. “I think this one. Let’s see if it wiggles when you walk—”

This whole thing was Gojo’s idea, obviously.

You’d made the mistake of letting him take you bikini shopping yesterday—where he spent thirty minutes walking around the changing room, loudly narrating how each swimsuit would cling to your ass when wet, how your tits would bounce while running down the sand, and how he “definitely wouldn’t behave if you bent over for sunscreen.”

Nanami had refused at first.

“I don’t think going for a beach trip is necessary.”

That’s when Gojo had leaned in, grinning like the devil.

“Think about it, Nanamin. She’s running through the sand, tits bouncing, little bikini riding up her ass—sun hitting her skin just right—and then she trips and falls into your arms all soft and giggly—”

Nanami had muttered “Christ,” under his breath and said flatly, “I’m coming.”

Toji, however, had gone into full internal monologue mode.

He’d been pacing the living room while everyone discussed plans, muttering to himself like a man on the edge.

“Pros,” he grunted. “I get to see her in a bikini. Her skin all shiny, ass bouncing, tits perfect. Fuck. Definitely a pro.”

He paused, hands on hips. “Cons. Can’t jerk off watching. Can’t bend her over the damn beach chair. Some dipshit might talk to her and I’ll have to rip their jaw off.”

He sighed, deeply. “Shit. I’m conflicted.”

Back in your room now, Toji stood in the doorway, arms crossed, watching Gojo dig through your drawer.

“I still don’t think it’s a good idea.”

Gojo didn’t look up. “Why not, old man?”

Toji scowled. “Her. In a bikini. Fuck. Wanna see that. Skin all glowy, ass bouncing around, tits nearly spilling out in that sunlight.” His eyes narrowed. “But some fucker’s gonna flirt with her or brush against her and I swear to god, I will kill someone.”

Gojo just snorted. “They wouldn’t dare. Not when she’s showing up with four hunky bodyguards. We’ll just flex a little. They’ll get the message.”

Toji raised a brow. “We? Bro, you look like a fuckin’ twink with sunglasses and a sunhat. Nobody’s scared of you."

Gojo turned slowly. “This twink is gonna fuck our girl right infront of you if you keep talking.”

Toji stepped forward. “Try me.”

They were nose to nose now, chest puffed, about three seconds away from full-blown WWE-level fighting when a third voice cut through the air and Nanami finally stepped in :

“Enough.”

His voice was calm. Cold. Final.

He adjusted the cuffs of his linen shirt as he glanced between them, unimpressed. “No one’s going to bother her. We’ll be there. And more importantly—don’t either of you start bothering her.”

Toji grunted. “Tch.”

Gojo rolled his eyes. “Here comes the lecture.”

Nanami ignored them both.

Meanwhile, Geto—king of quiet chaos—was at the kitchen counter, humming under his breath while slicing mangoes and laying out strawberries in a Tupperware. Not a single complaint. Just smiling faintly to himself while the others fought over what bikini would make your nipples harder.

Because of course—he’d already prepped snacks. The man was plotting your beach picnic while Gojo debated if pink made your tits look perkier, and Toji planned a massacre for any man who even looked at you.

And all you could do was sit there, trying not to blush while your bag filled up with swimsuits that looked like they were made of dental floss and bad decisions.

Gojo turned back to the pile and held up a mesh cover-up so see-through it might as well be invisible.

“So. This with the pink bikini underneath?”

He wiggled his brows.

You stared at him.

He winked. “Bet Nanamin would call in sick just to rail you on the beach.”

You choked on your spit.

Toji muttered, “Keep talking like that and I will fuckin’ kill you.”

Nanami sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Geto just grinned and slid fruit into a little zip-lock bag like a smug housewife.

The day hasn't even started yet.

Nanami was driving like the responsible adult he was, hands on the wheel, sunglasses low on his nose, calm playlist humming through the speakers.

Geto sat shotgun, relaxed, window down, hair tied up, arm resting lazily on the frame like this was just a sweet Sunday trip to nowhere.

Meanwhile, you were sandwiched in the backseat like a goddamn treat pack—Gojo on your left, Toji on your right.

And they weren’t subtle.

“Mm-mm-mm,” Gojo hummed, slipping his hand under the hem of your sundress like it was second nature. “Are these the thighs that are gonna jiggle on the beach?”

Toji’s palm was already on your bare knee, sliding up slowly. “Not jiggling, more like bouncing. Like she’s built to distract everyone.”

“Built to ruin lives,” Gojo whispered against your ear, grinning when you tensed.

You were already warm from the sun and now your body was practically overheating—skin prickling, panties sticking, heart pounding.

And you hadn’t even made it to the sand yet.

Your hands were tight in your lap, thighs pressed together, trying to act normal while both men kept teasing you under the guise of "car affection."

Gojo leaned down slightly, lips brushing your shoulder. “What’s got you so quiet, baby? Cat got your tongue? Or is it someone’s fingers?”

You jolted when Toji’s knuckles grazed higher, dangerously close to your core. “She’s dripping already. Beach’s gonna get jealous.”

You whimpered—soft, shameful—and caught Geto’s eyes in the side mirror.

He just smirked knowingly and said to Nanami, “We might need to hose her down before we even lay the towel out.”

Nanami didn’t even blink. “Keep your hands off her until we get there. Or I swear, I’ll pull over and make you both walk.”

“Tch,” Toji muttered, fingers slowly retreating. “Buzzkill.”

Gojo made a show of raising his hands. “Sir yes sir, no touching the pretty girl. For now.”

You melted back into the seat, flushed and wet and panting quietly as the waves came into view.

When the car finally stopped at the beach, you were practically dizzy from arousal and embarrassment.

Gojo opened your door with a flourish. “C’mon beach bunny,” he sang, “time to get naked—I mean changed.”

He grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the wooden change stalls, grinning like he was about to make trouble.

“Gojo,” Nanami said sharply, appearing behind you with a vein pulsing in his temple. “Let go.”

Gojo pouted. “But I packed her swimsuits, I should at least help her pick!”

Nanami swatted his hand away with enough force to make Gojo stumble, nearly toppling into the sand.

“There’s a women’s changing room that way,” Nanami said firmly, pointing. “She’ll change alone.”

You nodded quickly, muttering something incoherent and jogging off before any of them could follow.

Inside the changing stall, you opened the beach bag Gojo had packed.

And of course—he’d packed eight bikinis. EIGHT. In various shades of whore. All strings. All tiny. One of them had rhinestones that spelled out ‘WET’ across the tits.

You groaned and pulled out the most modest one—a string-tied blue triangle top with a matching thong that barely clung to your hips.

You tied it up quickly, adjusting the fabric so your nipples weren’t totally visible. Though, let’s be honest, it was hopeless.

When you walked out and stepped onto the sand, you saw them all at once.

Gojo, Toji, Nanami, and Geto—shirtless, glistening, abs on full display.

Only Nanami had on a loose button-up, thin and light, swaying gently in the breeze.

Gojo was already rubbing sunscreen on his chest, looking like a summer god.

Toji was stretching his arms overhead, back muscles flexing like he wanted to punish the sun.

Geto was laying out a towel, his toned body bronzing effortlessly under the rays.

And Nanami?

He stood tall, arms crossed, looking like a man trying desperately to hold onto his dignity. His shirt hung open slightly, sunglasses shielding his eyes—but not his glare.

Because Gojo had clearly tried to rip Nanami’s shirt off five minutes ago.

Evidence? The fact that Gojo had an icepack pressed to his face, cheeks puffed out, lips red.

“You didn’t have to punch me, Nanamin,” Gojo groaned.

Nanami didn’t even look at him. “Touch me again, and I’ll bury you in the sand.”

Gojo sighed, spotting you walking toward them, and instantly perked up.

“There she is,” he grinned, icepack forgotten. “Looking like a damn mirage—”

Toji’s eyes dropped to your chest and his mouth twitched. “Fuck.”

Geto raised his brows and handed you a bottle of cold juice. “Need a minute before the beach even starts?”

You were red-faced, already overheating.

"Fuckin’ hell," Toji muttered under his breath, his voice soaked in hunger and mischief. His eyes raked over your body without an ounce of shame, zeroing in on the blue string bikini that barely counted as clothing. "You trying to kill us out here or what?"

Gojo wasn’t any better. He let out a whistle, swinging the bottle of sunscreen in lazy circles as he eyed you. "I swear, that ass needs its own postal code. Is this even legal to wear in public?"

"Public place," Nanami cut in sharply, though he didn’t even lift his gaze from where he was securing the umbrella in the sand. "Try not to get arrested."

You sighed and sank into the lounge chair, brushing sand off your thighs as the wind picked up again, tugging your ponytail and throwing strands into your face. You twisted your neck, trying to get it under control, but the humidity made everything worse — sticky, clinging, heavy.

A shadow passed behind you. Then, gentle fingers brushed your shoulders.

"You’ll hate the tangles later," Geto said, soft-spoken and patient. He was already running his fingers through your hair, parting it into two sections. "Hold still, sweetheart."

There was something so calm in the way he braided. His touch wasn’t possessive — not like the others — but there was a quiet fondness in it that made your chest ache.

"All pretty," he murmured once he was done, and you gave him a quiet smile.

But peace was short-lived. A cold shock made you flinch as sunscreen touched your lower back.

"Time for me to rub you down~" Gojo cooed behind you, voice far too cheerful. “C’mon, bunny. Lie down.”

You lay down on your stomach, letting your chest press into the towel, cheek turned to the side.

Without warning, the strings of your top went slack, the sides of your chest spilled out.

"Gojo!" Nanami’s voice was sharp now.

"I'm just applying sunscreen," Gojo replied innocently, though his hands were anything but innocent. He smirked as he re-tied your top — barely — and slid his palms slowly down your back.

The lotion was cold, but his touch was warm, languid, exploring. Too thorough. Fingers dipping far too low before retreating, circling places they had no business circling.

He hummed a tune, all fake-innocence and beach-boy charm, while your cheeks grew hotter by the second. Even Geto had gone back to his snacks with an amused grin, letting the chaos unfold.

Eventually, Toji had enough. With a grunt, he stood and dragged Gojo off you with one hand like a rag doll.

“My turn.”

Gojo whined but gave up, already turning to drag Geto into the water with him. The two of them splashed and roughhoused like children, laughing too loudly, kicking up waves as you sat up and fixed your top properly.

That was when she appeared.

She was stunning. Her bikini was scandalous, even by your standards — barely-there straps, deep cleavage, glossy skin — and she made a beeline straight for Geto. Her shriek of delight echoed off the water.

“Suguruuu~ missed you so much, baby!”

She flung herself into his arms like it was rehearsed.

Toji leaned in with a low, amused whistle. “Oh-hoh. You seein’ this?”

You forced a smile, tightening your grip on the edge of the lounge chair. You didn’t want to look, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. That easy way she laughed into Geto’s neck. How his hands steadied her automatically. The smile he gave her—fond, warm, familiar. A history you didn’t know.

“Must’ve been an old friend,” Nanami said softly, like he could read the flicker in your expression.

You nodded, but it was empty. Your chest felt tight.

Then Gojo came bounding back, flopping down next to you like he hadn’t just witnessed your heartbreak.

“Bunnnnyyy~” he grinned, resting his head in your lap with exaggerated affection. “Missed ya!”

Toji looked over with a scoff. “Who’s the chick, huh?”

Gojo shrugged lazily. “Old classmate. They used to date.”

Used to.

The words echoed in your head.

Your smile vanished completely. And then she kissed Geto’s cheek.

You didn’t think. You just acted.

“Gojo,” you said quietly. “Can you move your head?”

“Huh?” He looked up, confused. “But your lap’s so comfy—”

“Move. Please.”

You stood up, brushing your hands on your thighs.

“I’m just going to the washroom.”

Gojo scrambled to follow. “Wait—without me?!”

But Nanami’s hand clamped down on his shoulder, and Toji grabbed the back of his neck like scruffing a dog.

"Sit down," Nanami said flatly.

"Ughhh!" Gojo slumped back dramatically. “So rude!”

You didn’t hear the rest of their arguing. You didn’t look back.

The heat in your face had nothing to do with the sun now. Not really.

You walked away faster than you meant to, heart tight in your chest, eyes stinging with something you didn’t want to name.

Back on the sand, Geto had just returned when Nanami’s voice cut through the sound of waves.

“Suguru,” he said, calm but firm. “You might want to go with her.”

Geto blinked, brow furrowing. “Why? Is she alright?”

Toji sighed, half-laughing. “Just go, man…”

Gojo, ever the dramatic one, threw up his arms. “This isn’t fair! Why does he get to go and not me? You guys are so discriminating—it’s cause I’m prettier than all of you, isn’t it?!”

Toji scooped up a fistful of sand and flung it straight into his hair.

By the time Geto caught up with you, you were already sitting alone under a tall tree, its shade casting dappled shadows over your skin. There wasn’t a single person nearby — just you, with your arms folded and your knees drawn up, pouting into the wind.

He smiled the second he saw you. Quiet, upset, and trying not to show it. He knew the look. He walked over and sank down beside you, but you turned your face away like he was invisible.

He scooted a little closer.

You shifted away.

So he scooted again.

You moved one more time — and that’s when his hand caught your wrist, gentle but firm, and pulled you into his lap in one swift movement. Your jaw hit his chest, and his arms circled your waist.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low beside your ear.

“Nothing,” you muttered, refusing to look at him.

“Cat got your tongue?”

“There’s lipstick on your cheek,” you said flatly. “Wipe that.”

He blinked, amused, then wiped it off casually. “Oh? That better?”

Still no answer.

He tilted his head. “Baby looks so pretty when she’s jealous.”

You huffed. “I’m not—!”

He kissed you before you could finish. Deep and slow, with teeth tugging at your lower lip until it tingled. His hands cupped your jaw, then dropped to your hips, thumbs stroking over the strings of your thong.

He broke the kiss, breath brushing your lips. “Wanna tell me why you’re upset with me now?”

“I said I’m not,” you insisted, cheeks flushed and voice breathy.

His hand slipped beneath the band of your bikini thong. One long finger slid through your folds, making you jolt in his lap.

“A-Ah! Suguru!!”

“How about now?” he murmured, the pad of his finger circling slowly. “Gonna tell me?”

Your breath hitched. “Th…that’s… w-who was that girl?”

“Mmh. Yeah, thought so,” he smirked, pressing another kiss to your jaw. “Pretty baby. All jealous and possessive, huh?”

“I—I’m not! I was just asking!”

He delivered a sharp little slap to your ass, just enough to make you gasp.

“Ow!”

“Try again.”

You sighed, cheeks burning. “Fine… I don’t like her much.”

“There you go,” he chuckled. “She’s an ex. From college.”

“Yeah… Gojo said.”

“Oh?”

“Why’d she kiss you? And why’s she calling you baby and all…?”

Another finger slipped in beside the first, and you let out a soft hiss, gripping his forearm.

“She’s a bit like Gojo,” he murmured, fingers moving in a slow rhythm. “Flirty. Extroverted. I didn’t think she was gonna do that.”

“…Mmmhm… fine—Ah!”

He smiled as you squirmed against him, his fingers scissoring gently, teasing the tightest parts of you. “She said she misses me.”

You clutched his arm tighter, and he chuckled in your ear.

“You know what I said?”

“…What?”

“That I don’t feel the same.”

Your heart jumped a little. “…You did?”

“Yeah,” he said, warm and honest.

“She… said anything else?”

“She asked if I wanted to meet her this weekend.”

Your stomach dropped again. “And…?”

“What do you think I said?” he teased, curling his fingers inside you.

“I… I don’t know…” you mumbled, pouting again.

He bit your nipple through your top, making you flinch and whine.

“Ah! Ow!”

“I said I’m—” *thrust* “not—” *another thrust* “interested.”

“Suguru! Ah—stop! Please… people will see!”

“There’s no one here, baby,” he murmured, fingers still working you open. “Just you and me. And you’re soaking my hand while whining like a needy little thing.”

His hand lifted to cup your breast, thumb brushing your nipple through the thin fabric. You moaned softly, too lost in his touches to pretend otherwise. The heat coiled deep in your belly, rising fast.

“Let go,” he whispered. “Come for me, baby. Show me how jealous you are.”

Your head fell into Suguru’s shoulder, lips parting on a trembling moan as his fingers kept up their slow, rhythmic pace. Your walls fluttered around him, too slick and swollen to resist anymore. His other hand cupped your breast, thumb lazily stroking over your hardened nipple through the thin triangle of your bikini.

“You’re such a mess, baby,” he murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “All this jealousy, just to end up dripping down my hand like this.”

You whimpered, thighs tensing as the pressure coiled again — this time tighter, hotter. His fingers curled just right, finding that spot deep inside that always made your voice catch. He pressed a slow kiss behind your ear.

“Come for me. Let me feel it. C’mon, let go for me like a good girl.”

Your body broke in waves — heat flooding your cheeks, breath catching, soft cries muffled against his throat. He slowed his hand just enough to ride you through it, murmuring praises against your skin.

“That’s it. My pretty baby. Always so perfect for me.”

You were still trembling when he slipped his fingers out, his arm snaking around your waist again. Before you could gather yourself, he scooped you up into his arms, bridal-style, and rose to his feet with a smirk.

“Let’s get you back, yeah?”

Your arms looped around his neck instinctively, face still flushed, thighs still twitching. By the time he stepped back onto the warm sand, Gojo spotted you and his eyes lit up instantly.

“OHHH! My bunny’s back!” he practically sang, making grabby hands. “Suguru, pass her here!”

Before Geto could say anything, Toji casually yanked you out of his arms like a prize being stolen.

“Move, temple boy,” he muttered.

You let out a tiny squeak, your arms now around Toji’s neck as he carried you with one hand under your thighs, the other sliding just a little too close to your ass.

“Toji—!”

He didn’t answer right away — just smirked and marched straight toward the waterline.

Once he reached the edge, he stepped into the shallows, then dipped you low, letting the waves splash against your skin. The cold hit your overheated body hard, making you shiver.

“Mmm,” he drawled, voice low and thick, “bet you’re even sweeter wet like this.”

“Toji—stop—!”

“Nope,” he grinned, brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “Soon as we’re home, I’m dragging you into the shower. Gonna bend you over the sink first, then fuck you into the mirror so you can watch yourself fall apart.”

Before you could protest, Gojo came splashing in from the side, cackling.

“Whoa, whoa, leave something for the rest of us, old man!”

Toji rolled his eyes but didn’t let go of you. Instead, he dunked you gently again while Gojo splashed your thighs and stomach like a child.

“Look at her—she’s glowing. We should get her wet more often,” Gojo teased, eyes glinting.

“Touch her again and I’m breaking that pretty jaw of yours,” Toji muttered.

You pushed at both of them half-heartedly, squealing as Gojo flicked water at your chest.

Eventually, laughing and dripping, you pulled yourself out of the sea and walked back toward the beach chairs. Nanami was waiting, still sitting under the umbrella’s shade, book in one hand. When he looked up and saw you, he set it down and opened his arms.

“Come here.”

You didn’t hesitate — you dropped into his lap, arms sliding around his neck. One large hand rubbed soothing circles on your thigh while the other plucked a small piece of pineapple from the tray beside him.

“Open,” he murmured.

You did, and he fed it to you, the sweet citrus bursting over your tongue. You hummed quietly, leaning into him. .

“Oho? Pineapple, huh?” Gojo plopped beside you both, grinning wickedly. “Did you know it’s supposed to make you taste sweeter? Not that you needs any help in that department…”

You choked slightly, face burning, and Nanami flicked a piece of pineapple at Gojo’s forehead without even looking at him.

Gojo laughed and caught it in his mouth.

Toji just shook his head and muttered, “Fuckin’ idiot.”

Suguru came strolling up from behind, now freshly dried with a towel over his shoulders. He dropped a kiss to your head and whispered, “Feeling better now?”

You nodded, the warmth in your chest finally matching the sunshine around you.

With Nanami’s arms wrapped around you, Geto’s soft kiss still lingering, Gojo teasing beside you, and Toji grumbling like a menace in the background — you realized something.

You didn’t need a perfect beach day.

You already had your favorite view:

Them. All of them.

And somehow, you were their favorite too.

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[slowfuckintheafternoon]

18+ only please and thank you

Roommate Soap who loves getting bullied.

Who finds himself time and time again getting roasted and teased by your friends because his face gets so red, and his cock gets so hard.

The red face is obviously fun, but every time you notice the bulge he’s failing to hide behind a couch pillow, it becomes a whole new ballgame.

“Why are you here all the time, Johnny? Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“I think he’s hoping we’ll start making out in front of him.”

“What a little perv.”

No, he doesn’t have a girlfriend, sorry. And he’s here all the time because he’s in between deployments, and he’s not a perv.

“You’re not? Are you suuure?”

Resting in the other corner of the couch, your bare foot sneaks over to lift the side of the throw pillow when he’s not expecting it.

“Aww, look at that. Little Johnnny’s hard again.”

The chorus of delighted giggles has more blood blasting to his face, and both arms securing the stupid pillow down on his rock hard erection. He’s a soldier, damn it, not an embarrassed teenager.

“You’d be hiding in your room if you didn’t like this, wouldn’t you? It’s so funny that you’re still here.”

One of your friends plops down on the other side of him, stepping two fingers in a miniature walk up his neck. “Oh, he likes it.”

“I don’t fucking like it,” he finally gets the nerve to spit out, tingling all over with the sensation of fingers running through his hair.

“Prove it. Show us your cock.”

“That’s got nothing to do wi—“

The pillow gets yanked away and thrown across the room, so suddenly that Johnny reacts without thinking. His hand flies up to cover his throbbing erection, and with the unexpected weight of his own palm pressing against him, he accidentally moans.

“Aww, he can’t help himself. Move your hand out of the way, give us a peek.”

Once again, Johnny finds himself surrounded by a little group of your sidekicks, wandering hands sliding down his body, under his clothes. Jokes at his expense, whispers and gasps when you finally get him out of his underwear.

He feels like the most shameful little slut, cumming in the living room for everybody as usual, with your hand wrapped around his poor, aching dick, and his cum landing on your outstretched tongue.

Ahh, but he’s your little slut, isn’t he? He had to take off work to be home in time for your friends coming over. He likes it.

[straows]

Too perfect.

—in which, Gojo doesn’t want people to know you’re dating him because it’ll fuck up his rep.

A/n: I've been absent for a while, but I think I'll have a few more works coming up soon. Remember to hit up the inbox and request- literally any prompt or any idea, because my brain juice is empty. Dw tho, bc my friend bought shrooms.

Gojo Satoru is 50% nerd and 50% dork. All wrapped up in pale, lanky guy that’s way too tall for his own good.

He wasn’t popular in the normal popular sense. No he was popular among the group of dorks he hung out with.

The kind of guys that were perpetually virgins. The kind of guys that make fun of regular popular kids, taking everyone at face value and assuming they have no problems of their own.

You were one of those popular girls. You weren’t mean. You weren’t loud and obnoxious. No, you were kind and sweet and so pretty it hurt to be around you.

You were the kind of person that had all kinds of friends. You didn’t stick with just one group. You were friends with the sports kids, the theatre kids, the band kids, the fucking chess club, hell you even befriended the goth kids that think popularity is just another form of conformism.

Everybody loved you.

And Gojo was not an exception.

From the moment he saw you walk in late to the first fucking lecture of the semester. All pretty in simple fitted longsleeve and a simple pleated skirt that went mid thigh, a jacket only zipped barely halfway keeping you warm.

“I’m so sorry!” You’d apologize to the professor, who just rolled his eyes and waved you off because it was too early and he was only a few years older than you.

(Live laugh love young professors who dgaf)

And the entire time, his eyes never left you. Gojo was sat in the back, his weird little buddies on either side of him. His glasses pushed too far up, hard messy and his sweat shirt sat awkwardly on his body.

It was like he physically couldn’t look away. Not from the way you’d laugh awkwardly and sit down at a random spot. Regardless of who was next to you, you’d say hi and talk with the neighbor.

You two couldn’t be more different.

Which made the current situation, even weirder.

“Oh fuck,” Gojo mumbled against your lips, hands pawing at your hips, large and squeezing as they slid down to your ass.

One hand cupping his jaw, the other pressed against his chest, nails digging in each time he’d grunt into the kiss.

What was supposed to be a study session, ended up with you on his lap, thighs bracketing his hips and his lips swollen from how he was kissing you.

“We- we should be s-studying—“ Gojo would pant and moan lowly each time your hips grinded against the tent he’d pitched in his pants.

“We’ve been studying, let’s take a break.” You’d murmur against his jaw, pressing kisses down to his shoulder before biting down teasingly.

It started there. And after that night, it only snowballed into a secret relationship.

You were both absolutely head over heels for each other. The first month or so, was perfect. Absolutely amazing.

Sneaking around was fun, and it gave you both an adrenaline rush— you’d kiss when nobody was looking, sneakily hold hands, run off to go hook up in some single bathroom, or hell you’d even snuck him into your dorm more times than you could count.

But it got old.

It got old quick.

“Baby, do we really have to do this whole sneaking around thing?” You whined, slipping back on your clothes.

“Yes.” Gojo didn’t waste a second to answer, his answer firm and sure.

His quick answer hard your heart aching. At first, you’d thought he’d wanted to keep it secret for you, but no.

“Come on, you’ve gotta leave before anyone sees you.” Gojo was hurrying you out the door, but the moment he’d had you out in the hallway, one of his buddies was standing right beside the door.

Blinking slow, surprised to see one of the most popular girls leaving his friends room wasn’t what he was expecting. “Gojo?”

Gojo stared down at him, like he got caught red handed. “Uhh— I was tutoring her.”

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you, I’m—“ you went to shake the guys hand but he just gave you a disgusted glare that had you blinking in surprise.

“Dude why are you even tutoring her? Isn’t it just a waste of time? Not like she’ll even retain any of it.”

Oh. That was really mean. You looked back up at Gojo, expecting him to back you up, but all he did was push you further out into the hallway.

“Yeah, probably was a waste of time.” Gojo was quick to agree with his buddy.

“…” You just stood there for a long moment. “I thought… that you liked me?” You whispered, looking at the ground and sounding so hurt and fragile it had the air knocked out of Gojo’s lungs.

“What are you babbling about? Go do your make up or some shit and get outta our flat.” The guy was waving you off and walking into Gojo’s dorm.

That was the final straw, because the dam broke and tears started to flow. You tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic little squeak. Your throat tightened and burned, and you were embarrassed. So fucking embarrassed.

Quickly, you turned on your heel and walked down that hallway as fast as you possibly could without breaking into a sprint.

Gojo just watched. He watched with his heart in stomach as you ran off. Running a hand over his face, he groaned. He fucked up— so bad. Knowing he’d hurt you like that made him sick.

But with his friend in his dorm, he just sighed and walked back inside, hoping that his buddy couldn’t smell your perfume still on his sheets.

That night, you went back to your dorm. And cried. Cried so fucking hard that when your roommate got home she thought your dog died.

You cried. And cried. And cried. All night, and stayed cuddled up with your best friend.

And then the day after that, was silence.

Rubbing his eyes, still groggy from the literal three hours he got from sleep, Gojo sat down in his seat. His eyes automatically landing on the back of your head.

He’d tried calling you, maybe 80+ times, sent god knows how many texts. And every single one of them got left on delivered. No call was answered, and hell— he even sent an email just in case.

But all he got was radio silence.

And the entirety of the lecture, he didn’t write down a single note. Hell he didn’t even get out his fucking computer so he could even type.

His eyes were glued to the back of your head. He hardly blinked. He knew he had to talk to you after this class. He wanted to apologize and try to fix whatever he’d broken as quickly as possible.

So when that bell rang, he simply got up, and waited for you outside the door.

But when you came out, you didn’t even look at him. Eyes still a little red and swollen from crying the night before.

“Hey— wait, can we talk?” He grabbed your wrist gently, not expecting you to immediately tug it out of his grip like you did.

“No.” It was a firm, short answer.

Gojo blinked, not used to hearing you talk to him like that. “Please, I really wanna apologize about what happened last n-“

“Gojo. Leave me alone.” You shot him a glare, your bottom lip threatening to quiver as you felt that familiar tightness in your throat, that burn that meant one thing and one thing only— you wanted to cry again.

He couldn’t handle it. It physically hurt to see you like this— to see you literally repulsed by his touch.

“Please! I need to explain— and- and make it up to you—“

“I don’t want anything to do with you! You made it clear that I embarrass you. You let your asshole friend walk all over me and you literally said we studied when we’d just fucked!” You were yelling now.

It was so out of character for you, that literally the hallway stilled and even the profesor stuck his head out the door so he could watch.

“I mean— is that really all you want from me? Just to fuck and then push me out? You said you like me! A lot!” Tears ran down your cheeks and you felt humiliated.

“I do! I like you so much- and I don’t only want you for sex! God— no that isn’t what I want at all,” gojo was struggling to find the words, and all the eyes now on them didn’t make it any better.

“You didn’t want it at all? So what, was this just a point you were trying to make?” Your voice was softer, and you couldn’t have felt more hurt— hell you couldn’t have felt more used than you did now.

“No! God no, please can we just talk in private and—“

“I hate you. I hate you so much, I can’t believe I was in love with you.” You were crying now. Hands trying to wipe your eyes but the tears didn’t stop.

“You were in love with me? You love me?” Gojo’s voice was whisper now, eyes wide and breathless.

“Not anymore.” With one last glare, you pushed past him and walked down the hallway.

He didn’t move. Just stood there. Feeling a sense of loss that he couldn’t even put into words. His shoulders dropped and he just kind of stared at the spot you once stood at.

[emeraldserenade]

Heart Glasses ~ Robert "Bob" Floyd

synopsis: You meet your husband's new squadron one by one, all without them knowing who you truly were

tw: fem!reader, reader wears glasses, reader's mom's maiden name is Hearts, Bob's from Montana, suggestive, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

This was purely because I've been getting more strangers complimenting my heart shaped glasses

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Robert Floyd was a private person, everyone who meets him can attest to it. But, the one thing he could never keep quiet about, was his wife. The very same wife who the Dagger Squad had never met and had never seen a photo of.

"Are we even sure baby on board even has a wife?" Jake, stupidly, asked. The others ignored him, Bob wasn't one to lie and they've all seen the ring and heard the one sided phone calls.

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It was Natasha that met you first, you were in the same store as her and she had spotted your glasses from farther away.

"Hi, I just wanted to tell you that I love your glasses," Natasha said as she walked up, you smiled over at her.

"Oh, thank you! My husband got them for me because my mom's maiden name is Hearts," you told her. You noticed her uniform before speaking next, "Are you Navy?"

"I am," she told you, then recited her callsign. You smiled at her, told her that was a cooler call sign, and then you two said your goodbyes before leaving. As you walked away, you realized that had to be the Phoenix your husband was back seating for.

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You met Bradley next, your dad was also an enjoyer of Hawaiian shirts and his birthday was coming up. You saw a man walking around the same store you were in holding the perfect one for your father.

"Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but where did you find that shirt?" You questioned the taller stranger.

"Oh, back there," Bradley pointed behind him snd your eyes caught sight of the shirt.

"Thank you!" You told him, racing off with a muted goodbye.

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Bradley and Natasha figured out their stranger interactions had been the same person at the Hard Deck a few days later.

"I ran into the woman who asked where I found this shirt at the mall the other day," Bradley told the group. "She had these heart glasses and it was like her whole face lit up when I told her," Bradley said, he was lamenting the fact that he never asked if she was single.

"Wait," Natasha cut in. "Did she have a black purse with a butterfly attachment and y/h/c hair?" Natasha questioned. y/h/c = your hair color

"Yeah, how did you know?" Bradley questioned, his face scrunched in confusion.

"That's the woman I complimented on her glasses! She's married, her husband got her glasses for her," Natasha told Bradley, her face twisting into disgust at his earlier words of wanting to take her out.

"Damn, that's one lucky man then," Bradley mused, everyone missing the small grin growing on Bob's face. He had figured you were the one they were talking about.

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Mickey was the next to meet you, he had recognized your description from the others and wanted to double check you were you. You were just walking to your car from work.

"Hi, this may sound weird but did you ask a taller man with a mustache about a Hawaiian shirt and get complimented on your glasses by a woman whose call sign is Phoenix?" Mickey rushed out before you could run away from the odd question.

"Oh, yeah, why?" You had subtly taken a step back from him.

"I'm in their squadron! They will never believe that I met you," Mickey pumped his fist in the air and you relaxed.

"Oh, well, hello," you laughed gently, your smile easy. "What do they call you?"

"Fanboy, but my name's Mickey, ma'am," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Nice to meet you Mickey," you offered your name before walking away, you got in the car and let yourself laugh even harder. These were definitely the people from your husband's squadron.

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Jake was next, he hit on you before you even looked at him.

"What's a darling lady like you doing alone?" Jake slid into your space, you were grocery shopping for breakfast while Bob slept in a bit.

"Mu husband's asleep," you told him, turning to face him.

"Wait, no way, you're the infamous y/n?" He perked up and you realized what was happening.

"Are you another from the group of people from the same squadron that I keep running into?" You questioned, a humorous smile growing on your face.

"I am, the name's Hangman," he offered his hand and you shook it.

"Well, I have no idea how many more of you there are," you lied. "But tell the others I'm excited to run into them as well," you bit him farewell while leaving, missing Jake pulling his phone out to text the Dagger Squad group.

Bagman: You'll never guess who I ran into Phoenix: Heart glasses y/n? Bagman: At the grocery store Rooster: You hit on her, didn't you? Fanboy: He most definitely did Phoenix: Did she bring up her husband? Bagman: She did Payback: I was supposed to meet her next! Coyote: I call next time

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You met Ruben next, much to Javy's dismay. You were at the gym and Ruben couldn't find his earbud case.

"Hi, sorry," Ruben automatically apologized when you slightly jumped. "I didn't mean to scare you, it's just that I was using this machine earlier and I can't find my earbud case. Have you seen one around here by chance?"

"Oh, is it blue?" You questioned, your glasses slowly falling down your face. It brought them to Ruben's attention and you saw him get excited.

"Yeah, it is, you wouldn't happen to be y/n, would you?"

"I am, are you apart of that Navy squadron?" You grabbed the blue earbud case you had seen under the machine earlier and handed it to him.

"That I am," he affirmed and you gave him a small smile. "Thanks for this," he lifted the case up just enough for you to see it.

"You're welcome,' you paused, waiting for his name.

"Payback or Ruben, ma'am," he told you and you nodded once. You two went your separate ways and as you left for the locker room, you texted your husband.

My Girl ❤️: I ran into another one of your friends My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: Who was it? My Girl ❤️: Payback, he was nice. Called me ma'am and only approached me because he lost his earbud case My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: You've got one left to meet My Girl ❤️: I know, they act like they're all meeting me. I'm meeting them My Girl ❤️: Also I'm very sweaty and it will be your problem when I get home. I'm going to be all over you My Cowboy 🤠 ❤️: I can't wait

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The last to meet you was Javy, he saw you as you walked into the hangar. You were there to pick up Bob since you had to borrow his truck while your car was in the shop, and Javy recognized your description right away.

"Holy shit, you're y/n! I'm Coyote or Javy!" He practically shouted, causing many to look over at you. You were suddenly surrounded by the entire squadron, questions flying at you faster than you could process.

Your savior came in the form of your husband, as always. His hand wrapped around your wrist and gently pulled you to him, his hand slipping right to it's home on your waist. "Are you ok?" Bob lowly asked in your ear, you nodded with a bright smile on your face.

"Wait," Jake called out but his shock made him pause. "Your husband's baby on board?"

"Yeah, my husband's Bob," you told him, your eyes sharpening at the name Jake called him.

"How long have you known who we were?" Natasha asked.

"Since you, well, I didn't know who Bradley was until Bobby came home and told me. I'm sorry for never asking your name to properly thank you," you apologized to the man but he waved you off.

"I think that's ok, I did accidentally tell your husband how I was upset at myself for never asking you out," Bradley told you and you laughed at the feeling of Bob tightening his hold on you.

"He told me about that, while I appreciate two of you thinking I'm attractive, I am very happy in my marriage," you told them, it was enough to snap Jake out of his shock.

"How the hell did Bob bag you?" Jake exclaimed and you looked over at him again.

"He's got a huge," Bob cut you off with a tug away from the others.

"Ok, that's enough," your husband told you with ear tipped ears. You gave him a sweet smile as you heard the laughter from his squad. Bob led you away from them and out of the building and to the car. "You're going to pay for that," Bob told you as he started his truck, his hand landing on your thigh.

"I can't wait," you told him, your smile widening just a little bit more.

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more sweetheart!reader with mattheo

You’re sitting on the chair next to Mattheo, a chair that once belonged to Theodore Nott who was now sitting off to the side with Enzo and Blaise as they watched you lean all your body weight on the hand that rested on Mattheo's desk.

"Did you do something different with your hair?" You ask, peering up at him through your eyelashes.

"Hmm?" He looks down at you.

"Your hair, it looks a bit different." You watch in adoration as he runs his fingers through his hair, only for his curls to fall perfectly back in place.

"Good different?" He smirks.

"Very good different." She says quickly, making him laugh.

They don't hear Theo, Blaise and Enzo snickering at them a few seats away.

"That is a girl in love." Pansy says, frowning at her friend, “It's almost hard to watch."

"Mattheo is going to break the poor girl's heart." Blaise says, always amused.

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” Theo chuckles, "the other day, I was talking about this movie and he casually says 'yn loves that movie'."

"So? That's normal. By now, they’re friends, aren't they?" Enzo asks, Theo rolls his eyes.

"Okay, first of all, Mattheo isn't friends with girls." He points to Pansy. "Unless they're his friends' girlfriends or whatever."

Pansy grins, and throws her feet on Blaise's lap.

"And secondly, Mattheo knew her favourite. movie." Theo emphasises.

The group nod and gasp in agreement.

“You’re kidding! I’ve known him for 3 years and he still can’t remember my birthday!” Enzo complains.

“Sorry, Enzo, you’re not his girl.” Blaise snickers.

"Should we be worried that they can hear us?" They turn their attention to the pair sitting a couple seats away.

You were in a fit of giggles over something Mattheo was saying, his entire presence making you giddy. Their focus was set on you two, your focus was set on each other.

"Yeah, I don't think we have to worry about that."

author’s note: to the two people who sent me asks - they’re in my drafts!! coming so soon, i promise. i have so many drafts of situationship!mattheo i might just skip this awkward “friends” stage

[katnipp]

sophia strikes again— sophia laforteza

genre: FLUFFFF

synopsis: it was supposed to be a normal group live. then sophia started kissing y/n again. and again. and again

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katseye had done a lot of group lives over the past few months.

but after what happened during yoonchae’s birthday live, they had made one rule. just one.

“keep y/n at least five feet away from sophia on camera.”

because last time?

sophia had climbed into y/n’s lap mid-cake-cutting, whispered something into her ear that made y/n blush down to her collarbone, and proceeded to kiss her four times in the span of a single birthday wish.

yoonchae was holding the knife and genuinely considered using it.

yoonchae’s jaw was clenched the entire time. the fan edits were insane. the trauma? still lingering.

so this time, they planned ahead.

strategic couch placement.

manon in the middle.

snacks as a buffer.

a no-cuddling-on-camera policy (made up by yoonchae five minutes before the live started).

and yet.

ten seconds in, sophia had already slithered her way across the couch and was now curled up under y/n’s arm like a smug little housecat in love.

“hi eyekons!” daniela greeted, putting on her best leader smile while very clearly ignoring the disaster to her left.

“hope you’re having a lovely day!” manon added, adjusting her beanie like a professional.

“…i was,” yoonchae muttered. “until sophia turned this into a romcom.”

sophia, with her head on y/n’s shoulder and fingers laced into y/n’s hoodie string, didn’t even look up.

“babe,” she whispered, not quietly, “can you turn this way for a sec?”

y/n turned, all innocent and pink-cheeked, and got kissed directly on the cheek.

on camera.

live.

in front of 50k viewers.

“oh my god,” yoonchae said, dragging a hand down her face. “you did not just do that.”

“what?” sophia blinked, resting her chin on y/n’s shoulder like she wasn’t literally wrapped around her like a blanket.

“it’s a greeting. a cheekshake.”

daniela’s head whipped around. “no more made-up love languages on camera.”

manon glanced at the chat and snorted. “guys… the fans are tracking every kiss.”

sophia beamed. “what? it’s cute!”

“what’s not cute,” yoonchae snapped, “is being haunted by your birthday live for two whole months. i still can’t watch the replay. my own face is blurred in the fan edits because the camera couldn’t find me behind sophia’s head.”

sophia shrugged. “not my fault y/n’s the most kissable person in the world.”

y/n made the smallest noise, somewhere between a laugh and a squeak, and buried her face in sophia’s hoodie to hide it.

“this is a hostage situation,” yoonchae said.

“you’re just mad you don’t have a girlfriend,” sophia sang, twisting the hoodie strings around her fingers. “this could be you.”

“i could also be free. and peaceful. and unscarred from watching my member do couple fanservice with actual intent.”

“you’re so dramatic,” sophia grinned, turning back to y/n like nothing else existed in the world. “hey. y/n. look at me again?”

“sophia, please,” y/n mumbled, skin hot. “i’m already dying.”

“i know,” sophia cooed. “you look cute like that.”

and then she kissed her again. this time on the temple.

daniela stood up. “i’m going to make popcorn and reevaluate my career.”

manon blinked at the camera. “anyway! our comeback choreo has been really exciting to learn—”

“—except we’ve had to stop rehearsal four separate times because someone can’t go twenty minutes without touching her girlfriend like she’s a lucky charm,” yoonchae snapped.

sophia tilted her head. “it’s not my fault! if she sits near me, i have to touch her. it’s a law.”

“you wrote the law.”

“and i’ll enforce it with kisses.”

the comment section was in shambles.

sophia’s love language is attack 😭

justice for yoonchae fr

who let her sit next to y/n again. WHO.

y/n is fighting for her life. blink if u need space babes

daniela, offscreen now, yelled from the kitchen: “don’t drag me into this. i’ve disowned them both.”

manon tried to redirect. again. “so for the concept photos—”

“Y/N BABY LOOK AT THIS FILTER,” sophia interrupted, holding her phone up to y/n with the bunny ears filter and kissing her cheek again. again.

yoonchae just covered her face with a pillow and screamed.

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top replay comments:

➤ yo this wasn’t a group live this was a sophia x y/n live with the members as background

➤ manon trying to talk about the concept photos while y/n’s getting cuddled into oblivion 😭

➤ she kissed her HOW MANY TIMES???

➤ we are living in the softest enemies-to-public-pda-lovers arc

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a/n: pls forgive me for the daniela fic🙁

[theinternetarchive]

Many new people here which is very cool to see I love that other people understand and appreciate that i do this. However, I want to make clear that you are only cool and welcome if you are down with transgenders and palestinians, (i.e. minority groups at large.) the line is 100% drawn at racism, homophobia, zionism, or transphobia, because go fuck yourself. This is NOT a non-partisan blog. It is important to me that everyone is down with equal rights (a tall order in 2025).

To everybody normal thanks for joining my journey through The Internet Archive we will have so much fun ! :P

[drewsephrry]

Love Island: Episode 10 - This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 5.3k

warnings: cuss words, sexual innuendos

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“Islanders, could you gather around the firepit?” Ariana’s voice slices through the villa. Everyone freezes. Then slowly, they rise, nervous energy rippling through the group.

“That can’t be good.” Y/N mutters under her breath, smoothing her dress as she stands. Rafe trails behind her, his hand resting lightly on her waist. The Islanders take their spots beside their pairings.

“How has it been so far?” Ariana asks, smiling in her glittery dress.

“Good.” Maddy says, leaning into Kelce.

“Yeah, pretty fun.” Sarah adds.

“I’m sorry I didn’t visit sooner.” Ariana continues. “I wanted you to have time to settle in and get to know each other. But I’m not here just to check in.”

Smiles fade. A collective breath is held.

“As you all know, we have two single Islanders in the villa, Ryan and Abigail.”

They both nod.

“How has your journey been so far?”

“It’s been good.” Abigail replies, speaking for both.

“Any connections starting to spark?” Ariana prompts.

“Yeah.” Abigail nods and looks at Ryan then back at Ariana. “A few.”

“That's great.” Ariana grins. “Now, could all the girls, besides Abigail, join me?”

The girls exchange looks before rising and lining up beside Ariana, visibly tense.

“Abigail and Ryan, you came here to find a connection. So tonight, you’ll each have the chance to couple up with anyone in the villa, regardless of current pairings.”

Gasps scatter across the firepit. Y/N instinctively looks at Rafe. He’s trying to look relaxed, but she can see the tension under his calm.

“Abigail, you're up first.”

Abigail stands, her fingers nervously fidgeting as she stares ahead.

“I want to couple up with this boy because he made me feel really welcome. He’s funny, cute and I think there’s something worth exploring. So…the boy I want to couple up with is…JJ.”

Heads turn as JJ stands, grinning and gives her a hug.

“JJ, are you happy with Abigail’s choice?” Ariana asks.

“Yeah.” JJ says. “We’ve had some good chats. I’m happy to see where it goes.”

Ariana turns to Ryan.

“Ryan, it’s your turn. Who would you like to couple up with?”

Ryan rises slowly, lets out a breath.

“I want to couple up with this girl because…honestly? She’s been stuck in my head since the challenge. She’s funny, stunning and just...gets me. We’ve had really great conversations and I’d like to keep getting to know her.”

Rafe's eyes are locked on him now.

“So the girl I want to couple up with is…Y/N.”

There’s a pause. Then movement. Y/N swallows and steps forward. She glances at Rafe once, just once, then walks toward Ryan. They hug and sit together. Ryan drapes his arm lightly along the back of the seat behind her. She doesn’t lean in. 

“Y/N, how are you feeling about Ryan’s decision?” Ariana turns to her. Y/N hesitates. 

“Yeah. I’m okay with it. He’s…sweet. And I do want to get to know him more.” She replies, her voice is steady, but quiet.

Across the firepit, Rafe’s posture tightens. His head tilts back slightly, jaw clenched. 

“What the fuck?” Topper mutters under his breath. Ariana faces the boys. 

“Abigail and Y/N are taken. So now, I’ll call the rest of you to choose from the remaining girls.”

The recoupling continues with John B pairing with Sarah, Topper with Alyssa and Kelce with Maddy.

Pope steps forward, eyes flicking between Cleo and Kiara.

“I want to couple up with this girl because she’s really amazing and I was too much of an idiot to see it before. I’d really like another chance. So the girl I want to couple up with is…Cleo.”

Cleo walks over and hugs him. 

“Rafe.” Ariana says.

He rises slowly, scanning the group. His eyes land briefly on Y/N, who stares straight ahead at the fire, guilt pressing at her chest.

“I didn’t expect this tonight.” Rafe says, voice low but clear. “But I’ll couple up with Kiara.”

Kiara joins him with an annoyed expression.

“You could’ve at least tried.” She mutters as they sit. Rafe doesn’t respond. Ariana smiles, wrapping things up.

“Here are your new couples. I hope you all enjoy the rest of evening and I’ll see you very soon.” She waves and walks off, leaving the Islanders reeling. Rafe stands first.

“Fuck this.” He mutters, storming off toward the villa. Y/N watches him disappear, heart heavy. 

“You’re not even gonna follow him?” Topper’s eyes snap toward her, sharp and accusing.

“What?” Y/N blinks, thrown off.

“Why should she?” Cleo cuts in quickly. “He hurt her.”

“They made up last night.” Topper fires back, turning fully to face her.

“Wait, what?” Maddy’s eyes widen. “You two made up?”

“You didn’t tell them?” Topper glares at Y/N, the tension thick.

“I was going to.” Y/N murmurs.

“Do you even care about him?” He asks, in disbelief.

“Of course I do.” Her voice cracks.

“You’re so fake.” Topper’s voice drops, venom sharp. “He’s been busting his ass trying to fix things and you’re just stringing him along like it’s a game.”

Sarah immediately stands, anger flashing in her eyes.

“Don’t call her that.”

John B tugs on her arm, but she shrugs him off. 

“He’s been owning up, apologizing, giving you space, doing everything right. And you? You let him think you’re meeting him halfway. Then you turn around and say you want to get to know Ryan?” He looks at Ryan, who sits uncomfortably before Topper pushes on. “He doesn’t deserve that.”

Kelce stands fast.

“Enough, Topper. Walk it off.” He says, voice low but fierce. Topper flinches but sneers again, then storms off.

Y/N stays frozen, eyes on the flickering firepit. The silence is heavy.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers.

The girls just watch her.

Ryan gently squeezes her arm, then stands, giving her space. The boys follow him, leaving the girls alone.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Maddy asks quietly. There’s more hurt than anger in her voice.

“I wanted to.” Y/N says, voice trembling. 

“I really did. I just…” She inhales sharply. “I was scared you'd judge me…for giving him another chance so fast.”

“Y/N…” Maddy softens. 

“It’s your choice.” Cleo says gently. “We’d never judge you for how you feel.”

“Yeah. We’re here for you.” Maddy adds, reaching for her hand. “Always.”

Kiara crosses her arms. 

“So, what…just like that, you’ve forgiven him?”

“Kiara?” Sarah blinks at her, confused.

“What?” Kiara challenges.

“You’re judging her. This is exactly why she didn’t want to say anything.” Sarah says, defensive.

“I’m not judging.” Kiara snaps. “I’m being honest. He is a cheater, a liar and he has some serious anger issues.”

“Kie…” Cleo warns softly.

“I’m allowed to have an opinion.” Kiara says with a shrug. “And in this case? It’s the truth.” 

Without another word, she turns and walks off. 

“I need a drink.”

Y/N stays seated, eyes on the floor. 

“I messed everything up, didn’t I?” She whispers.

“For not telling us?” Maddy squeezes her hand. “Of course not. Don’t beat yourself up.”

“What about with…him?” Y/N asks, finally looking up. Maddy hesitates. 

“I think…when he heard you wanted to get to know Ryan, it hurt. And maybe now that you're giving him another chance, he’s scared the door's closed.”

The girls nod in silent agreement. Y/N sighs, then rises slowly to her feet. 

“I should probably find him.” She says but before she can go, Maddy catches her wrist. 

“Give him a minute. Let it sink in first.” She advises and Y/N nods slowly. 

“Yeah. You’re right.” She glances back at the girls before stepping away.

Confessional - Y/N "I don't know...everything just feels like a mess right now and it’s all my fault." She stares ahead, voice low, eyes flickering with regret.

In the kitchen, Rafe stands at the counter, drink in hand, Topper leans against the fridge and JJ rummages through the snack drawer.

“I told you, dude. She’s playing you,” Topper says, half-laughing, half-annoyed. “All that ‘I need time’ crap and now she’s all cozy with Ryan like none of it mattered.”

Rafe doesn’t respond, just stares into his glass, jaw tight.

“And the fakest part? She didn’t say a word to the girls. Didn’t even check on you. Like-”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rafe snaps, loud and sudden. Topper freezes mid-sentence, eyebrows raised. JJ snorts under his breath.

“You don’t get to talk about her like that.” Rafe continues, voice sharp. “You don’t even know the full story. So just stay out of it.”

“I am looking out for you.” Topper says defensively. “That’s what friends do.”

“Yeah? Then be a better friend. Because right now, you’re not helping.”

Topper sucks his teeth, shakes his head and stands up from the stool. 

“Got it.” He mutters before walking off. Rafe exhales, runs a hand through his hair and picks up his drink again. He reaches for a chip from JJ’s pile without looking. But JJ casually slides the bag away.

“Don’t even think about it.” He warns. Rafe snorts, grabs one anyway and JJ glares at him. 

“Rude.”

The night winds down faster than usual. After the emotional chaos of the recoupling, the villa feels quieter, heavier. In the makeup room, the girls slip into pajamas and slowly wash the day off their faces.

Y/N heads to the bathroom, to brush her teeth, only to find Rafe already there, drying his face with a towel. He hears the door and lowers the towel just enough to see who it is. 

“Just the man I was looking for.” She offers a small smile, as she walks over to the sinks. Rafe exhales and instinctively takes a step back, eyes dropping to the marbled floor.

“Can we not do this right now?” He mutters. Y/N’s smile fades. Her gaze follows his to the same spot on the floor.

“Yeah...yeah. Sorry.” She says quietly. “Whenever you’re ready.”

He gives a slight nod and turns toward the door, only to nearly walk straight into Ryan.

“Oh, sorry.” Ryan says, then freezes when he sees who it is. His eyes flick from Rafe to Y/N standing behind him. “Shit.”

Rafe scoffs under his breath, glances back at Y/N, then at Ryan again. He shakes his head and walks out without another word. Y/N instinctively takes a step after him, but stops herself. He’s not ready. She knows that.

Ryan lingers awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he steps inside.

“Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn’t know you two were...figuring things out. If I had, I wouldn’t have tried anything. I swear.”

“No, don’t apologize.” She says quickly. “This is on me. I should’ve said something. To you, to the girls...to Rafe. I should’ve told him how I actually feel.”

Ryan nods gently, giving her space.

“Can I, um...ask you something?” She asks, fingers fidgeting at her sides.

“Yeah. Anything.”

“Would it be okay if we didn’t cuddle tonight? Or maybe even used a pillow barrier or something?” She asks, awkward but sincere. “I just...I don’t want to make things worse. And I do want to get to know you, Ryan. I mean that. But with everything going on with Rafe, I-”

“I get it.” Ryan says without hesitation. “Seriously. It’s completely fine. No pressure.”

“I feel awful.” She admits. “But it’s just...hard.”

“It is. But you don’t need to feel bad. You’re not doing anything wrong. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, ever.”

Her shoulders relax a little. She looks up at him, grateful.

“Thank you. For being so understanding about all of this.”

“Of course.” He smiles softly.

She reaches out for a hug and he leans in. As they pull apart, she squints up at him, sniffing lightly.

“Wait...is that Tom Ford? Tobacco Vanille?”

“Wow, okay. Yeah. You really know your scents.” He laughs and she grins.

“I have it back home. Harry Styles wears it, so...obviously I had to try it. But it suits you.”

“Noted.” Ryan chuckles, clearly amused.

They share a small look before Y/N steps back and grabs her toothbrush. Ryan moves to the other sink to wash his face, the tension in the room finally easing.

Back downstairs, everyone begins to settle into bed. Y/N and Ryan place a few pillows between them and she offers him a grateful smile, absentmindedly twisting the ring on her finger. Across the room, Pope and Cleo chat quietly, while Kelce and Maddy scroll through pictures they took earlier and John B and Sarah are tangled together, giggling and exchanging kisses.

“You guys are disgusting.” JJ calls out, launching a pillow at John B. John B groans and throws it back, but it accidentally smacks Abigail instead.

“Oh my god, Abigail, I’m so sorry!” He says quickly.

“It’s fine. It’s just a pillow.” She shakes her head, unfazed. JJ leans over to check her face anyway, then presses a soft kiss to her cheek.

Rafe enters the room, water bottle in hand and heads toward his bed, which unfortunately happens to be right beside Y/N and Ryan’s. Kiara is already under the covers, scrolling on her phone. When she hears him approach, she glances up and groans.

“Nope. No way. You’re not sleeping here.”

Everyone turns at her voice. Rafe stops mid-step, frowning.

“What?”

“I’m not sharing a bed with you.” Kiara replies, shaking her head. “You’re a liar and a shitty partner.”

Rafe lets out an exasperated sigh. 

“Look, I get it. You hate me because of what happened with Y/N. That’s your right. Honestly, I’m not your biggest fan either. But complaining won’t change anything. We’re stuck with this setup and I’m not sleeping in the doghouse.”

With that, he pulls back the covers and climbs in.

“Suck my dick.” Kiara mutters under her breath, aggressively placing a barricade of pillows between them.

Rafe lays on the very edge of the bed, just inches from Y/N’s. She watches him from her side, waiting, hoping for something. A glance, a word, a touch. Anything.

The lights go out and soft goodnights echo around the room as couples settle in.

“Good night.” Y/N whispers to Ryan before turning to her other side, facing Rafe’s bed. Her eyes stay locked on his silhouette. His eyes are closed, but his body is turned toward her. And she wonders if it is because he cannot stand Kiara or because he still wants her?

Eventually, her eyes flutter shut. Sleep taking over. But not for Rafe.

His eyes remain closed because if he looks at her, curled up in bed with someone else, it might break him.

Minutes pass. The room falls silent. Everyone is asleep now, except for John B and Sarah, whose movements under the covers betray them. Rafe slowly sits up, careful not to wake Kiara and gets out of bed. He steps between his and Y/N’s beds and leans down.

“Hey.” He whispers. “Y/N?”

She stirs but doesn’t respond. Gently, he touches her shoulder and she blinks awake, squinting into the darkness.

“Rafe?” She murmurs.

“Come with me.” He says softly.

“What?”

“Just…come with me. Please.”

There’s something raw in his voice that makes her sit up without thinking. She takes his extended hand and he leads her quietly out of the room. They stop at the staircase, where he sits down, gesturing for her to join him.

She hesitates, confused. 

“Why are we on the stairs?” She asks.

“Just come here.” He says again, quieter this time.

With a sigh, she steps closer and he pulls her gently onto his lap. His arms wrap around her and he presses his lips to her shoulder. She exhales slowly, her body melting into his, like this is the first place she’s felt at peace all night.

“How’s your new bed buddy?” Rafe murmurs, his lips brushing her shoulder.

“Rafe…” She turns slightly to face him, her eyes soft. “I’m sorry.”

He tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, giving her space to continue.

“I should’ve talked to you…about how I’ve been feeling. About Ryan.” She says quietly. “I was still trying to process everything that happened between us and I didn’t want to rush right back in after what happened.”

She takes a deep breath.

“And…Ryan’s nice. He is charming. And when he chose me…I didn’t want to just shut him down.”

Rafe stares into the darkness, silent, just nodding.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m forgetting what we have.” She adds. “There’s something real between us. A connection. A strong one. We’ve had our rough moments, yeah, but we always find our way back to each other.”

He lets out a sigh, scratching the back of his head.

“I just don’t get it. We’re the strongest connection in this whole place. Even after all the fighting, we’re still here. So why throw that away for…some guy?” His voice is laced with frustration.

“We’re not throwing anything away. This is what the experience is supposed to be. Getting to know new people and seeing what fits. That’s all.”

He nods again, but there’s a tightness in his jaw she can’t miss.

“You’re upset.” She observes gently.

“I’m not.” He snaps, too quickly.

“You are.” She says, calmer this time.

He sighs sharply and when she starts to move off his lap, his arms tighten around her waist.

“What are you doing?” He asks, brows furrowed.

“I thought…maybe you needed some space.”

“Don’t.” He says quickly, shaking his head. “I don’t want you to do that.”

He takes a deep breath.

“I know I’m being a dick about this. And I’m sorry. But I…I like you, Y/N. A lot.”

“I like you too, Ra-”

“Doesn’t feel like it.” He cuts in, his voice low. She pauses, her shoulders dropping before she gently cups his face, forcing him to meet her gaze.

“Rafe.” She says firmly. “Don’t doubt how I feel about you. What I feel is real, okay?”

His eyes lock with hers and in the soft moonlight filtering through the window, something shifts in him. She smiles, hands still cradling his jaw.

“Rafe-I-don’t-know-your-middle-name-Cameron…I like you. So, so much.”

He tries to stay composed, but his lips twitch.

“Alexander.” He whispers.

“What?”

“My middle name. It’s Alexander.”

“Rafe Alexander Cameron.” She repeats with a teasing smirk. “That’s kinda hot.”

“Actually Rafe’s short for Rafael.” He smirks.

“Oh, I’m definitely telling the boys that tomorrow.” Her eyes light up.

“Oh my god, please don’t.” He groans.

She laughs, then leans in to kiss him, just a soft press of lips. They smile when they pull back, their foreheads resting together.

“Did I already say I’m sorry?” She whispers.

“One more time wouldn’t hurt.” He teases.

“I’m sorry.” She says again, sincere. “I never meant to hurt you. I should’ve been honest from the start.”

“I'm sorry too.” He says quietly. “I do believe you…about how you feel. And...you're allowed to figure things out with him. Or with anyone. I just-” He pauses, searching for the words. "I don’t like sharing.”

Her fingers gently trail through the hair at the nape of his neck, grounding them both in the moment.

“My head’s not that easy to turn, you know.” She says with a sultry voice. He grins, leaning in. They kiss again, deeper this time. Lingering. Their hands explore, their bodies pull closer. When she pulls back, her lips are flushed and her eyes searching.

“Just one more minute.”

She nods, letting him kiss her again. This time, it’s more intense. Mouths moving with urgency, fingers tangling, breaths quickening. When she eventually pulls back, breathless, she stands up. He exhales and looks away.

“Give me a sec.” He mutters. 

“Oh my god…did George wake up?” Her eyes widen.

“Just…give me a second. Please.” He repeats himself. She bites back a laugh and turns around, covering her face as he gets up. He places a hand on her waist, guiding her gently back toward the bedroom.

They return to their separate beds. But before she lays down, Y/N reaches out across the space between them. Rafe smiles and takes her hand, threading his fingers through hers.

They fall asleep like that, connected, quiet and just a little closer than before.

The sun rises over the villa, casting a warm glow through the bedroom windows as the lights flicker on. Groans echo from the beds as the islanders slowly begin to stir. Maddy is curled into Kelce’s chest, shielding her eyes from the brightness while he pulls her in tighter. Across the room, Pope and Cleo untangle from their cuddle, stretching and sharing an awkward smile. And Sarah sits up in her sports bra, her hair slightly messy but her grin intact.

“Good morning, islanders!” She chirps, scanning the room.

Her eyes catch on Y/N and Rafe, lying on separate beds but facing each other, sleepy smiles on their faces, fingers still loosely intertwined between the space separating them. She smiles but doesn't say anything. Not yet.

“We should probably move. My arm’s cramping.” Y/N mutters, wincing as she pulls her hand back.

“Yeah, same. But worth it.” Rafe chuckles, sitting up and rolling his shoulder.

Y/N stretches with a small smile. Maddy, who caught sight of their subtle hand-hold, raises a brow.

“Did you two seriously sleep like that?” She asks, smirking.

“Like what?” Y/N replies, feigning innocence.

“Oh, you know…holding hands.” Maddy teases. Y/N sighs, grinning as she tilts her head toward Rafe. 

“Well…Rafe insisted.”

“Wow, throwing me under the bus already?” He scoffs, amused. The room fills with chuckles.

“That’s actually so cute.” Cleo adds from across the room. Y/N turns to the other side of her bed where Ryan sits against the headboard, sipping from a water bottle.

“Did I kick you last night? I feel like I might have. On accident! I kick in my sleep.” She asks, to lighten the mood between them. Ryan lowers the bottle and smiles. 

“Yeah, my shin is practically shattered.” He jokes.

“Wait, really?” She asks, eyes widening.

“No, no. I don’t think your leg even made it past the pillow wall.” He nods toward the barrier they’d built.

“Right.” She says, a bit embarrassed but smiling.

The villa starts to come alive as the islanders head off to begin their day. The boys split up between working out and breakfast duty, while the girls gather in the makeup room, getting ready. Y/N buttons her denim shorts in front of the mirror, eyes on her reflection.

“So…me and Rafe talked last night.” She says, instantly catching the girls’ attention.

“Wait. When?” Sarah asks, eyebrows raised. Y/N turns from the mirror and heads to her seat. 

“After everyone fell asleep. He asked if we could talk and we ended up at the staircase.”

“The staircase?” Cleo repeats, skeptical.

“Yeah. It was actually...really sweet.”

“The staircase?” Maddy says again, incredulous and Y/N laughs under her breath. 

“Okay, yes, the staircase. But hear me out, he sat me on his lap, held me, kissed me…it was really sweet.”

“I’m gonna throw up.” Alyssa says, playfully gagging. Y/N smiles, but It doesn't reach her eyes.

“What did you guys talk about?” Sarah asks, shaking her head but clearly invested.

“Well, everything. The recoupling. Me and Ryan…” Y/N trails off.

“And?” Maddy presses.

“I told him I never meant to hurt him. That what I feel for him is real. But also that this whole experience is meant for getting to know other people, building connections and figuring things out.” She pauses. “He said he likes me. And I told him I like him too. But he also said he doesn’t like sharing. Which...I know might sound possessive but honestly? I found it kinda cute.”

“Aww.” Maddy coos.

“That’s…weird.” Kiara says flatly, applying mascara.

“What’s your problem, Kie?” Cleo shoots back, clearly frustrated. “You left in the middle of our talk last night. You don’t want to hear Y/N’s side. Why?”

“I heard her side. I just don’t agree with moving on with someone like him, after everything he’s done. To her and his ex.” Kiara says firmly. “He’s going to hurt you. It’s not an if. It’s a when.”

“He’s not going to hurt me.” Y/N replies, voice steady.

“How can you be so sure?” Kiara challenges.

“How can you?” Y/N snaps back, sharper than anyone expects. The room falls into stunned silence. She sighs, softer now. 

“Look, I know you’re trying to be a good friend. I get it. And I appreciate it, really.” She places a hand on her chest. “But me and Rafe…we have something. We went through it, yeah, but we’ve come out stronger. I’m not asking you to love him. I’m not even asking you to support us. I’m just asking you not to be mad at me for how I feel.”

Kiara takes a breath, her expression softening.

“I’m not mad at you. I’m worried. But…if he’s what makes you happy, I can’t stop you. Just promise me you’ll be careful. Don’t dive back in. Make him earn your trust.”

“I am.” Y/N nods. “I will.”

The girls head downstairs, most of them drifting toward the pool for a chill day. Y/N veers into the kitchen, Maddy trailing behind her as she starts pulling ingredients onto the counter.

“What’s on the menu, chef?” Maddy teases, leaning against the island. Y/N grins. 

“I’m making a cake for Rafe. Kind of an ‘I’m sorry, I like you and this is my specialty’ type of thing.” She explains making Maddy laugh. 

“Love that. Need a sous-chef?”

“Definitely.” Y/N nods as she grabs a mixing bowl. 

Maddy joins her at the counter, helping measure, asking questions about each ingredient as they go in the bowl. There’s a comfortable rhythm between them, until Y/N slides the cake into the oven.

“So…” Maddy starts, wiping her hands on a towel, “I wanna be real with you for a second. I love you, I respect you, I really value our friendship and I don’t want any weirdness between us.”

“Okay…” Y/N frowns slightly, hopping up onto the counter.

“I was kinda hurt that you didn’t tell me about you and Rafe.” Maddy admits. “Like, I know you didn’t owe me anything, but I thought we were tight. It just felt like…I don’t know, I was being left out.”

Y/N’s face softens. 

“Oh, Maddy. I wanted to tell you. I really did. I was just scared you’d react like Kiara did. Or worse, that all the girls would.”

“I get that. But I’d never judge you, Y/N. Kiara might. Alyssa? For sure. But me?” Maddy shakes her head. “Never.”

Y/N slides off the counter and wraps her arms around her.

“I’m so, so sorry.” She apologises as Maddy hugs her back tightly. 

“It’s okay. I understand why you didn’t say anything. Just…don’t shut me out next time, yeah? Whatever it is, you can always come to me.”

Y/N smiles and squeezes her tighter, both girls giggling quietly into the hug.

By the time the cake is out of the oven and cooled, Y/N is fully focused, carefully smoothing buttercream around the sides. JJ and Pope wander into the kitchen, finding her hunched over in deep concentration.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” JJ grins, dropping onto one of the stools.

“Don’t even think about it.” Maddy warns, holding up a cake pop she made from the leftover scraps. She nods toward Y/N, who’s still laser-focused, tongue slightly sticking out as she perfects the edges. “It’s for Rafe.”

“Maddy.” Y/N says sharply without looking up.

“Relax.” Maddy laughs. “Also? It’s literally perfect. I don’t even know why you’re adding another layer.”

“It needs to be smoother.” Y/N mutters.

“She’s a perfectionist.” Pope says, grabbing a drink from the fridge.

“Damn right I am.” Y/N steps back to assess her work, finally satisfied. She sets down the piping bag and picks up a bowl of sliced strawberries, arranging them carefully into a heart on top. When she finishes, she gestures for Maddy to look.

“Oh my god, that’s adorable!” Maddy swoons, clutching her chest. JJ and Pope lean over for a better look, both nodding in approval.

“Want us to call him over?” Pope offers 

“Yeah, that’d be great.” Y/N nods.

Pope heads to the couch under the terrace, where Rafe’s lounging with Kelce and John B. 

“Yo, Rafe, come with me for a sec?”

Rafe grabs his water bottle and follows. When he spots Y/N in the kitchen, he immediately perks up and heads toward her, a smile already forming.

“Hey.” He says, approaching the counter.

“Hey.” Y/N replies, wiping her hands on her jean shorts, flour dusted across her stomach and strawberry juice staining her fingertips.

“Ta-da!” She says, revealing the cake with a shy grin. Rafe looks it over, surprised. 

“What’s this?” He asks.

“A cake, bro.” JJ says around a mouthful of the leftover strawberries. Rafe rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, no kidding, dumbass.” He turns back to Y/N. “I mean…why?”

“To say I’m sorry.” She says softly. “And to let you know I meant everything I said about us last night.”

Rafe rounds the counter, his hands settling gently on her waist.

“You didn’t have to do all this.”

“I wanted to.” She replies, placing her hands on his chest. He smiles, then leans in, kissing her sweetly. His hands rise to cradle her face, pulling her closer as everything else fades into the background.

“Okay, okay, you two can kiss later.” JJ interrupts with a grin. “Can we eat the cake now?”

Y/N pulls back, giggling, as Rafe gestures toward the cake.

“Yeah, babe, slice it up.”

She starts cutting neat pieces while Maddy helps plate them, then heads off to let the rest of the islanders know. 

“Y/N, I swear, you’ve gotta be a witch or something.” JJ groans, cutting himself off with an exaggerated moan as he shovels a second spoonful of cake into his mouth. Y/N laughs, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze in thanks.

Rafe grabs a slice for himself and trails after her toward the now-empty daybed, abandoned as the others crowd into the kitchen.

“Alright.” Y/N says, sitting cross-legged beside him and setting her plate down. “Try it and give me your honest opinion.”

Rafe digs in without hesitation. His eyes widen as he moans dramatically.

“Mm, fuck. That’s amazing.” He looks at her. “What is this?”

“Chocolate cake with cream cheese and strawberry filling, chocolate buttercream and strawberries on top.” She grins, while explaining.

“That combo is fire.” He says, already going in for another bite.

“It’s one of the top sellers at my shop.” She admits proudly, finally picking up her own plate.

“I fully get the hype. I love it.” He leans in, lips puckered expectantly. She laughs and gives him a quick kiss, both of their mouths smudged with chocolate.

“Oops.” She mutters, reaching to wipe his lips. He grabs her hand gently, shakes his head and licks his own lips instead. Then, with deliberate slowness, he wipes a smudge from the corner of her mouth and licks the tip of his thumb, eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N freezes for a beat, pulse quickening. She clears her throat and dives back into her cake, trying to cool the rising tension.

Before anything else can happen, a loud ping echoes through the villa. Abigail picks up her phone from the counter, eyes wide.

“I got a text!” She announces.

“Oh, god. Now what?” Rafe groans, already bracing himself.

“Islanders, it’s time to get each other’s hearts racing in tonight’s ‘Hearts on Fire’ challenge. #heartthrobs #showwhatyougot.” Abigail reads aloud.

Squeals erupt from the girls and the guys whoop in excitement. Y/N stares at Rafe in disbelief, a slow smile spreading across her face. He leans back on the daybed, smirking.

“I’m gonna go join the girls.” Y/N says quickly, pecking his lips before darting off. She throws herself into Maddy’s arms, the two of them hugging and bouncing excitedly as the rest of the girls pile in.

Confessional - Maddy “This is gonna get hot. And very, very messy.” She says, eyes locked on the camera with a knowing smile.

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─── GARDEN PARTIES ♡

♡ pairing: dreamy milf!reader x rafe

♡ summary: an interaction at your friend’s party causes something to awaken in you.

♡ warnings / tags: smut, masturbation (f&m) MDNI!

♡ author's note: how we feeling about dreamy milf!! send me asks abt her.

DREAMY MILF MASTERLIST RAFE MASTERLIST

james always told you that even when he couldn't attend events you two were invited to, you always had to attend them, no matter if you were sick with a fever. that you had to be there to represent both of you as his wife, and that was how you ended up standing amongst a group of women at rose's stepson's 'welcome home' party, the only woman without their husband present.

"oh, oliver surprised me last night with a getaway, we're going to be spending the two weeks laying on a beach in fiji. and we agreed, no phones.." one of the women exclaimed, causing the group around to let out a simultaneous 'aww!' along with compliments about her husband, while you did your best to feign the friendliest smile you could muster up. "you went to fiji, didn't you? i saw your posts online." the woman turned to you, unknowingly twisting the knife in your chest.

"oh, yes." you cleared your throat, "james was too busy with work, though, so i went with my friend gabrielle. it was gorgeous, i'm sure you two will have the best time." "oh, james is such a hard worker! you're a lucky woman." tina, the woman standing next to you gushed, placing her hand on your shoulder, your throat drying up at her words. "yes. he's a great man." you said, trying to cover up the strain by finishing your champagne, "excuse me ladies." you smiled sweetly at them, starting to walk away, the circle of women closing up once again as soon as you were gone.

you placed the empty champagne flute on one of the tables, no one noticing the way you rounded the corner behind the cameron residence, finally finding a place that wasn't gushing with people. your back hit the cold wall and you closed your eyes, lifting your chin up and taking in a deep breath, your right hand going to fidget with the engagement ring and wedding band on your ring finger, your head filling with all the comments of how others saw you and your husband.

"oh, he's such a thoughtful husband!" "he's such a hard worker!" "i swear, he's spoiling you." "you two are so adorable together!" "you must be so happy."

"didn't expect to find you here."

you were startled out of your thoughts by statement a deep voice let out next to you, and when you opened your eyes and looked to the source of it, a young man was standing there, his buzzed head leaning against the wooden wall, a cocky grin on his face. he looked familiar, but you couldn't quite place a name to the face.

"i'm... i'm sorry, do i know you?" you asked, and the boy tutted his lips, his hand going to his heart, feigning offence, "i'm wounded, mrs. kingston. you come to the welcoming party of someone you can't even remember. such a cruel woman."

the boy's words caused a proverbial lightbulb to turn bright over your head, your eyes widening slightly, the boy clearly catching your moment of realization, his grin widening slightly. "you're ward's son... rafe...?" "one and only." "sorry." you cleared your throat, "you look very different..."

"you don't." rafe's eyes trailed up and down your figure, the younger boy shamelessly checking you out as you crossed your arms in front of your chest, his icy eyes on you making you much too aware of yourself. "welcome back, rafe." you cleared your throat.

"thank you, mrs. kingston. tell me, where's mr. kingston?" "oh, james couldn't make it." you said, feigning the best smile you could, the rings on your finger feeling as if they were suffocating you, "he had work. but he told me to say that he sends his best." "mmhm. i'm sure. he's fucking insane."

"excuse me?" you furrowed your brows, your tone starting to turn defensive, "i'm just saying." the boy shrugged, "if i was married to someone as hot as you, i'd rather hang myself than make you go to one of these things alone." his words made you clench your jaw in slight irritation, your eyes narrowing, "what makes you think he's making me do anything?" "the fact that you're sulking here instead of getting day drunk off of champagne with the real hagwives of kildare island."

the unexpected comment made you let out a soft snort as you looked away from him, "you've got jokes." "well, it's not a joke that i knew your little husband wouldn't treat you right as soon as you married him." you rolled your eyes, "you don't know me."

"what, you telling me he makes you happy? that you came here alone 'just cause'?" rafe took a few steps closer to you, eyeing you up, "i would treat you a lot better."

"i bet you're not even old enough to drink legally." "and i bet i fuck better than that husband of yours who needs little blue pills to even get his dick to work. that is, if he even puts in that little of an effort."

your eyes widened at the boy's words; you felt like slapping him. you should slap him. but all you can do is look up into his icy eyes, looking down at you as if calculating how many seconds it'd take him to have you with your back against the wall.

"you don't gotta answer. your silence tells me enough." rafe's hand trailed down a loose strand of hair, "does he even touch you anymore?" his long fingers let go of the strand of hair, starting to trail down your neck, the coldness of his skin causing you to suspend your breathing. "i bet he doesn't." rafe's other hand went to your waist, and your brain was screaming at you to take his hands off of you and to slap him across the face, even if it would've put you on ward and rose's bad side, but for some reason, you were frozen.

"i bet..." rafe's hand trailed back up your neck until his large hand was cupping your jaw, your lips slightly parting in anticipation, his thumb going to rest on your lower lip, pulling it down slightly, "you can't even remember the last time he kissed you..."

his eyes flitted from your eyes down to your lips, trapping his own lower lip between his teeth, his hand squeezing your waist, all the oxygen somehow disappearing from your lungs, your eyes closing in anticipation of him leaning forward, bringing his lips to yours...

only for the boy to let out a chuckle, pulling both his hands off your body. you opened your eyes, clearing your throat, feeling your face starting to warm up in embarrassment. rafe looked you up and down one more time before pulling out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

"i'll see you around, mrs. kingston." rafe pushed himself off the wall, leaving you there in your flustered state.

the buzzing, bullet-shaped toy between your legs was doing nothing to relieve the ache in your abdomen, your nipples painfully pebbled against your nightgown as your clit throbbed against the vibrator.

usually, you'd think about some character you'd seen on tv you found attractive, but tonight, you couldn't help but think about the boy from earlier. couldn't help but think about how it'd feel to run your hand over his buzzed hair, to have the long fingers that trailed your skin, stuffing into you, curling inside of you...

for some reason, the boy was able to read you perfectly, able to know the fact that your husband didn't touch you, didn't kiss you anymore, making you wonder if he was aware that such a simple interaction made you ache.

what you didn't know was that the boy living in the house next to yours had your instagram open, rafe's eyes on one of the several bikini pictures you'd posted, his free hand jerking his cock, imagining what it'd be like to sink himself into you...

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[fluffyotters]

I used to think this and yeah there are times where okay but what if's outside ideas are better because they're less constrained to group think (at first). However, like the bible, letting people pick and choose whatever contexts and plot points they want and apply any headcanon or idea they have leads to some utterly garbage understanding and stories. And lots of them that are not even close to what the character actually said or did in the canon. People rewrite it to their own story headcanons, regardless if it makes sense to the actual original text or not. They're no longer just headcanons. People start to actually believe that that was what the story was when you leave out all the other context. Which is why for any genuine criticisim and reformation, text fidelity IS important. You can think it outdated and bad but you have to at least include so you know what is outdated and bad about it and how to fit in a new understanding that's better. It has to at least plausibly fit in with the character motivations and context and not just be...made up they wouldn't do that! type stuff. If you change everything to the extent its no longer recognizable as the original and is now your own story...you're no longer a fan of the original but the new thing. Which might but very rarely will be better. It's usually worse. But that's no longer the thing then and you're not a fant of the thing. You just took the thing and stripped it of everything that made it the thing you are supposedly a fan of which is how you get fandoms that hate the things they're allegedly fans of whether it be Christianity or any other religion, or big fandoms like Star Wars, Teen Wolf, etc.

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

girl why the hell WEREN'T you at the devil's sacrament 👀 that's three sacraments in a row you've missed 👀 👀 👀

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)