#but man raf had me fucked up for a second
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simpjaes · 5 months ago
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my stomach is in KNOTS
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strawberrymatchawhore · 7 months ago
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p power
rafe cameron
“take it from him and i leave him with nothing”
summary- john b cheats on you with sarah cameron you get revenge by getting with her brother
warning- DUBCON, sex under the influence, raw sex (wrap it folks), drinking, smoking, partying, fighting, sex tape (reader knows hes recording but doesnt know he sent it to her ex), semi public beach house sex, meanish pussy drunk rafe lol
you took a hit of your pen, gently coughing from the amount you just inhaled. you were currently in your boyfriends room, confronting him. you had caught john b cheating on you with sarah cameron, kook princess and someone you thought was your friend.
“can you not do that in my room? take this seriously.” john b said swiping his hands in the air to get rid of the cloud puffs floating. you scoffed, the audacity.
“i dont give a fuck about what youre asking for me to do right now john b, you cannot be for real about me taking this seriously.”
“i dont know what to tell you, she was going through something. she needed me.” john b gave his bullshit excuse which made you even more angry.
“what about me, did you even think about me for one bit before you decided to fuck her ?” you screamed at him, getting up from the couch ready to leave the room. as you have your hand on handle, john b grabs it. his large hand covers yours.
“i love you.. please” he pleads, eyes getting wetter.
“dont touch me with that dirty ass hand john b, i shouldve known. no matter how much i showed my love for you, no matter how much i cared. you will always choose her.” you gritted through your teeth.
“i-”
“no, its okay. im done with this shit.” your voice cracks and you slam the door in front of john b's face, driving away with tears blurring your vision.
AT THE PARTY
you strut your way into the party, the annual bonfire that happens the same week every year. you grab a pink solo cup and fill it to the brim with jungle juice. you had already pregamed before and begged your friend to drive you here, laughing at yourself when you caught yourself tripping over the pile of beer cans on the floor. obvious that you were feeling the effects of the weed and alcohol combining.
you were tired, physically and mentally, you couldnt deal with anyones bullshit anymore. especially after what happened earlier in the day, you just needed a break.
“what are you doing here ?” you heard a voice question from behind, you turned and saw rafe cameron looking at you up and down.
“oh hey rafey, nothing honestly just trying to forget shit you know ?” you down the rest of your drink and turn again to retrieve another cup. before you can take a sip out of it, it gets knocked down by rafe. who angrily walks over to john b and sarah cameron who were conversing with each other in the corner.
oh shit
“the fuck are you doing bro? chill.” john b says and backs up. sarah tries to intervene by calling his name and you just stand there interested in what was about to happen.
“you feel good about yourself ??” rafe pushes john b, getting ready to instigate a fight. you fight the urge to run up and defend your man. but you stayed still.
this is what he deserves
sarah cameron stops her brother in his tracks and tries to stop him, he ignores her.
oh yeah try to get him to stop, cheater.
“looks like you got my sloppy seconds... good luck with that. shes a real handful” john b insensitively says, rafe continues his way toward him. and within a second throws a hard punch to his face. john b falls to the ground and rafe looks over him.
“you like that shit johnny ? huh ?” he moves and hovers over john b's body, and continues to beat him unconscious. kiaras dad finally pulls them apart, and you walk over to rafe checking to see if he was okay. sarah starts to angrily push rafe, but he doesnt budge.
“sarah you better stop that shit before you end up on the ground just like john b.” you glared at her angrily and pushed her away before gently grabbing rafes arm and walking away with him.
……..
“jeez rafe you really fucked him up…” you said while wiping the blood off his knuckles with disinfectant. he winces when you finishes it off with ointment.
“yeah i dont know what i was thinking, i just.. its just that he pisses me off so much an-” rafe drunkingly rambled, you hesitated. but then losing to your own thoughts you grab his face and kiss him. you quickly pull away fluttering your lashes, mouth slightly open. taking short deep breaths in and out, nothing but the sound of waves crashing could be heard.
“fuck im sorry.” your voice cracked, tears forming in your eyes. you even shocked yourself with that action, moving your hand from your face you fidget with your bikini top. rafe then gently grabs your face and makes eye contact, kissing back but with more passion. everything in the room starts to blur and your focus is only on him. he pulls away and begins to hover over you. cornering you further into the plush couch.
“nah don’t apologize.. just kiss me back” rafe whispers into your ear making his way down to your neck, giving it light kisses and sucks. his hands wander around your body, you begin to grow desperate and grind yourself onto his thigh, hands rubbing his back. you grabbed his hair to pull him closer to you, he groans in response.
"you dont understand how badly i want you.." he kisses you deeper.
"..how badly i wanted to do this." he backs up and takes off his shirt, his abs and buff body glistening from the ocean water combined with the low light of the moon. he lowers himself and his hands reach for your bottoms, untying them then tossing them onto the floor.
your breathing hitches when you feel his cool breath on your pussy, rafes arms grab at your thighs and spread your legs open.
"oh fuckkk" you lightly moaned when you felt his tongue on your clit making slow but rough licks. rafe laughs and moans into you, sending vibrations throughout your whole body. he looks up at your and makes eye contact with your glossy glazed over eyes.
"you taste so fucking good." he continues to lap at your juices, you looked at the blonde. dazed and memorized by how pretty he was. forgetting all your worries and troubles because of how good he worked his mouth. it was over for you when you felt his fingers prod at your entrance.
the combination of his long thick fingers sliding in and out of your wet pussy and his mouth on your clit drove you over the edge.
"fuck, you gonna cum f'me? please cum baby." he slurps and fingers you faster, your chest heaves up and down before you cum all over his face and make a mess. but rafe doesnt stop there, he removes his fingers and uses both his arms to hold your legs open. continuing to eat you out.
"oh my go- fu- please.. too much! rafe please sto-" you mewl trying to close your legs to no avail.
"uh uh stay still f'me" rafe tuts, eventually he stops and gets up, his mouth and chin dripping with your juices. he grabs your jaw and kisses you before taking off his shorts, the classic calvin klein banding accentuates his v line and you could see his bulge.
you sit up and your fingers hook at the band and pull his boxers down, immediately his cock springs up and hits his stomach. your eyes widened.
"its not gonna fit." you say, his tip is leaking with precum and you fight the urge to swallow him whole right then and there.
"dont worry it will." his hand pushes you back down and he uses his knees to spread your legs. rafe starts to rub himself up and down your pussy, circuling his tip around your clit. and you let out a satisfied hum. he was fighting the urge to just shove himself completely inside you and fuck you deep into the couch. rafe eyes your phone, and leans over to grab it.
he hovers the phone over your face and unlocks it, opening your messages app. he clicks on john bs contact and sees that he left 30+ texts, laughing at the idiot rafe then clicks on the camera feature.
“rafe w-what are you doing?" you asked, closing your legs shyly. your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"dont worry, just trust me." rafe responds, leaning down to kiss you sloppily before he pressed record on the camera. using his free hand to push your thighs apart he moves the camera closer to your bodies, your lower body and his are in view. rafe then uses his fingers to spread your lips, showing the camera your slick. he slides two fingers inside you and gives it a few pumps before he removed them.
"open up f'me." he gently taps your cheek and slides the two fingers into your now open mouth. his long fingers caressing your tongue, automatically you start to suck his fingers. cleaning them.
"thats it... good job baby." he admires the way your plump swollen lips wrapped around his fingers, at this point his cock was aching in need to pump you full of his cum. he must have you.
"please rafe.. need you." you whined and looked up at him, watery eyed and pupils blown. you desperately moved your hips, and thank god he started to rub your aching pussy with his cock again. the both of you were hungry and needy. gentle whines filled the room, and rafe eventually slid himself in.
"oh fuck." rafe dragged out, slowly pushing deeper and deeper inside you.
"youre so tight, holy shit. mmmmm." bottoming out he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. he was so long and thick, you felt every vein on it in your walls. you seriously had nothing to say, no words could have been let out to describe what you were feeling right now. pure ecstasy.
the both of you continued to say nothing as rafe sped up, drilling harder and faster into your wet pussy. his balls slapping against you ass, nothing could be heard besides moaning and the sound of his rough thrusts. you could barely see anything aside from rafes figure but you were sure that his back and biceps were now covered in scratch marks from you. the bright flash of the camera blinding you, you've never been filmed like this before. and the thought of you being slut out on camera made you even more wet.
"such a good fucking slut for me, youre takin' me so well." his free hand gripping tight on the fat of your hips to guide himself against your sweet spot.
"oh FUCK!" you let out a combination of a moan and scream when he continued to hit that spot, the knot in your stomach growing tighter.
"does your ex fuck you like this?" he slows down his pace, but you were too fucked up to respond.
"huh?" he asked and slid out just to snap hips back into you bringing you back to reality.
"no! oh fu- youre so much bigger.." you moaned, your pussy leaving a white ring at the base of rafes cock.
"yes yes yes. ah!" you whined when he sped up, which you didnt think was possible. rafe was pounding you so hard you were seeing stars. your hand went to cover your mouth but rafe slapped it away, and put it on your lower stomach.
"dont do that i wanna hear you moan f'me."
"you feel that?" rafe asked, you could see his cock bulging from your stomach.
"god- squeezing me so fucking tight..." rafe grunted, and lowered his hand to rub circles on your clit. your mouth slack and open, boobs bouncing up and down from rafes thrusts.
rafe wasnt even sure if he was getting all of this on frame, he was jackhammering into you like he hated you. he relished in the way your cunt clenched around him like you were made for him. and he was sure you were. all perfect, pretty and stupid for him.
"rafe i feel like im gonna pee, stop!" you screamed out and gripped his bicep. your stomach burned in pleasure and you felt like it was going to explode.
"pl-please oh my god, oh... my"
"thats it baby, squirt all over my fucking cock. youre so pretty like this." your eyes started water even more, he was fucking you so good you stared crying. overwhelmed with all sorts of emotions and feelings.
"so cute when you cry for me, if you keep doing that im gonna cum inside you." embarrassed you turn your head away and shake your head, the squelching and sight of your cunt was so sloppy and messy. rafe gripped your jaw and forced you to look at the camera.
"open your eyes sweetheart, keep looking at me." his fingers made their way down to your throat and squeezed.
"fuck." he whimpered, rafe has never done that before. the both of you were shocked but youve never been turned on this much.
"mmm keep doing that, you sound so fucking hot rafe." you urged him.
"im gonna cum, can i cum inside you? please baby" he begged, his thrusts becoming less controlled.
"yes, fuck. i need you to fill me right now. i wanna see your cum dripping out of me, breed me." the both of you were whiney, your cheeks were wet and your legs were shaking and sore.
"shit, you are so perfect.. this pussys so p-perfect." rafes body was tired, rutting into you like you were nothing but a fleshlight. his tip twitching inside you before he came deep into your cervix, making sure to push every ounce of his seed inside you before pulling out. and filming your dripping cunt before he ended the video.
rafe didnt have evil intentions but he wanted to let john b know what he lost, who would want to miss out on a girl like you?
*attached video*
"shes busy rn bro"
5 hours later you were laying next to a knocked out rafe, finally sobering up you went to check your phone. the most recent message being from none other than your ex.
why is he spam texting me?
"what the fuck? youre such a bitch" the text read, confused and curious you decided to scroll up. only to get surprised by a video of you and rafe from earlier. you dropped the phone in shock and turned to see rafe who woke up from the sudden sound. you picked your phone back up and shoved the phone into rafes face.
“what the fuck is this rafe?!"
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jinwoosbabyboo · 14 days ago
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How would the LADS men react to their MC being really sweet and soft spoken but become toxic during video games (screaming, cursing out players, laughing when they lose)
Crash Out
You were so composed and well spoken in public. Little did your man know what he was in for when it came to you and video games. A/N: I watch a whole lot of CoryxKenshin, Berleezy, Joeiaco, PeegTV, and Britani so I kinda (hella) be screaming and crashing out everytime I play video games CW: Strong language
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Zayne
Zayne is the type thats worried about your cortisol levels as he’s watching you yell at the tv. He would definitely brings you cold water and some fruit while trying to gently coax you off the game for a while, but would only end up doing as you say which is to leave you the hell alone.
You currently have a death grip on your controller and trying very hard not to yell into the mic on your headset. You failed.
MC: You fuck ass camping bitch what kind of bullshit is this?!
Zayne: Uh honey?
MC: Yes baby?
You leave the match — slamming your headset to the ground — and focus on Zayne giving him with the most innocent look
Zayne: Are you alright?
MC: Im good why?
Zayne: You sound like you’ve forgotten yourself
MC: Oh because this musty PT Cruiser built bitch was camping the third floor during the entire match pissin’ me the fuck off
Zayne: …
MC: …
Zayne: Why don’t you take a break?
MC: I will
You give him the sweetest smile before grabbing your headset and slipping it back on your head
MC: Right after I blast this little bitch to hell and laugh in their face
Zayne: ……….ok
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Rafayel
Rafayel is the type to just check in sparingly to avoid being the one in the line of fire. He was not trying to catch a stray when you were raging, but he also just wanted his girlfriend back, but instead he had hot headed Hades on his hands. Rafayel comes in to find you at your PC set up he can tell something is wrong even with your back to him
Rafayel: You seem angry
MC: I CAN’T BEAT THIS STUPID FUCKING GAME
Rafayel: WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?!
MC: I’M NOT YELLING AT YOU
Rafayel: YES YOU ARE
MC: *Heavy sigh* I’m playing this game Scrutinized and I'm supposed to file all these reports while also making rounds around the house because there's two killers trying to kidnap me and I don’t fucking understand how this lucky charms bitch keeps getting in the house
Rafayel: Have you tried taking a break?
MC: I DON’T NEED A FUCKING BREAK I NEED TO BEAT THIS MANS ASS WITH A SKILLET AND HOT GRITS
Rafayel: ……..I miss my sweet girlfriend where did she go?
MC: Im sorry Raf
You pull him how down by his collar and give him a quick kiss
MC: Check back in an hour I should be done with night 1 by then
Rafayel nods and leaves you to scream at your computer. He silently leaves littles treats on the desk for you. He’s scared he might be the one to receive your wrath if he bugs you too much.
Rafayel: Done yet?
MC: BITCH GET UP OH MY GOSH
Rafayel: nervermind ._.
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Xavier
The type that tries to help, but only ends up pissing you off unintentionally. He just wants to help, but you don’t want his help because you know the second he gets his hands on the game he’ll not only beat it, but would beat it in record time.
MC: I’m about to rage I'm about to rage I’m about to rage
Xavier brings you a glass of water and sits it on your desk
Xavier: What's wrong baby?
MC: I have yet to beat this fucking game this damn Nun from hell keeps spawning everywhere
Xavier: What game is it?
MC: Nun Massacre
Xavier: You don’t seem like yourself want me to try?
MC: Xavier I love you however if I let you try this game and you beat it in one go Im not eating with you for a week.
Xavier: I just don’t like seeing you stressed
MC: and I don’t like seeing this refrigerator built bitch get the best of me
Xavier: and you don’t want my help?
MC: No
Xavier: Are you sure
MC: Yes
Xavier: ……you’re sure?
MC: Ask me one more time and see what happens
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Sylus
Sylus is so amused seeing you get so mad over a game. He’ll be egging you on for sure he’s not even trying to make it better. He wants to see your anger practically radiating off of you. You’re on the brink of raging? He’s chuckling in the background. You’re about to slam your hands on your keyboard or throw your controller? Go ahead he’ll buy you a new one.
MC: *yelling into the headset* FUCK YOU BITCH …. YOU SOUND LIKE YOU’RE EASY TO DRAW SHUT THE FUCK UP TALKING TO ME TURN YO MIC DOWN
Sylus: *Chuckling* like they’re easy to draw?
MC: YES! That bitch was just mad because I found her camping spot and sniped her ass
Sylus: You should do it again just to make her mad
MC: Oh trust me I'm on her ass now her play style is corny I'm not letting her team win this match
Sylus: Would you like me to bring you anything while you show her who’s boss?
MC: Water and some cherries please
Sylus: I’ll be back in a minute
Sylus walks out and can still hear you yelling all the way in the kitchen
MC: GET FUCKED BITCH SUCK MY DICK
Sylus brings backs what you asked for and kisses your cheek before making himself comfortable to watch you cuss people out over a game.
Sylus: A dragon growing her horns
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dpspcehntr · 2 months ago
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RAFAYEL: An Introduction
Zayne | Xavier | Sylus
Pairing: Rafayel x Reader
Word Count: 0.7K
Warnings: Switch!Rafayel, Switch!Reader, dirty talk, SO MUCH TEASING, MC is OOC, Oral (f receiving), fingering
Welcome to part 3 of this series! This series is me introducing you all to how I write for them. Requests are open and feel free to leave a comment cause I love them and read them. It also keeps me motivated!
A/N: Rafayel and the MC have a very established dynamic and they are having fun! I want to clarify cause sometimes I go overboard 😭. I love when switches do switch things 😭. MC might feel OOC but I based the dialogue on how I would like to banter with Raf so do with that what you will. Rafayel just gives such switch energy and I feel like we need to tap in. Could also be that I’m a switch and I love being a tease lool.
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On the dance floor you already feel him getting hard as you grind on him. You knew what you were doing when you wore your this dress. A low cut number that accentuates your curves, barely covering your ass, thick thighs and long legs on display. You drape your arms behind you around his neck dancing in time with the music. Lost in the beat you forget he is loosing it behind you. His grip on your hips tightens to snap you back to the present.
“Don’t push it. You know what I’m capable of.”
You turn around ready to push it just a little further. His blush had spread to his entire face and neck. His eyes can’t meet yours, the tent in his pants becoming more obvious. You let out a chuckle at his ruined state.
“Yea fucking right. Your seconds from coming over a lil grinding. You’re all talk and no action.”
He huffs but before he can say more you’re moving closer to him. You gently press your body into him and cup his hard on. He scoffs as he looks to the side.
“Don’t push it. You know exactly what I’m capable of.”
You give him another squeeze, he’s seconds away from falling apart and you laugh. The music, dark lighting, and crowd are saving him but the thrill that anyone can see fuels you further. With your other hand you cup his face and lean his head down for a kiss. Desperate for more of your touch he yields and deepens the kiss. While distracted with his beautiful lips he grips your wrist that’s palming him and whispers on your lips.
“Did you forget I can smell your arousal or are you still intending to play games?”
You can no longer ignore the wet spot growing in your underwear, your desire for him bubbling just beneath your skin. Still, the game was fun and you couldn’t say no to the blush all over his face. Without another word he drags you off the dance floor toward the door. Outside you push him against the wall and lean up into his ear.
“Yea let’s keep playing this game, since you seem to keep enjoying yourself.”
He groans as you kiss his neck and exposed chest, letting his guard down.
“N-not here. Let’s me get the car.”
He slips out your grasp and straightens his collar and fluffs out his hair.
“Wait here.”
Not long after you see the valet pull up with one of his silly sports cars that he definitely bought to prove he has money. He strolls over to you and grabs your hand, opens the passenger door for you, and you slip in. It’s a short ride back to this studio but it feels like forever. You lean over, place a hand on this thigh, and leave open mouth kisses over his neck. The moment the door closes to the studio you’re instantly on each other. He pulls you into his arms, kissing your neck and chest feverishly as your arch into his touch. He pushes you back into the wall and continues to ravish you like a starved man. Teasing him is fun and so is the reward. He slides a hand down to your soaked underwear and pushes them to the side. Two fingers slide into you with ease and you hold him tighter for support. He slowly pumps them in and out of you as you grind into them. He slips them back out and kneels in front of you. He lightly flicks your clit and your hands slide into his hair. One hand grips your hip tightly preventing you from grinding on his face. He pushes his fingers back into you swiftly. He pumps his fingers in time with his licks. Your legs threaten to give out underneath you as your climax approaches. He continues to fuck his fingers into you at a brutal pace and suck hard on your throbbing clit.
“O-overachiever. I’m gonna cum on your face.”
He hums in response sending a wave through you. You’re right on the edge panting and moaning desperate for him to take you over. You start to clench around his fingers and soon the coil in your stomach snaps. You pull his hair hard as you gush over his fingers and lips. He hums in response as he laps up everything prolonging your release. You can barely hold yourself up when he comes up to kiss you. You taste yourself on his mouth as he moans. He pulls away from you with a string, his face flush, eyes low, and panting. You could feel yourself getting wet all over again for him as he leaves you back to his bedroom. The night has only just begun.
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on-a-lucky-tide · 11 months ago
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I was chatting to my uncle about his time in service the other day and what it was like in 2000 when gay people were allowed to openly serve in the military for the first time.
I didn't tell him I was researching fanfic, he just likes chatting with me about politics and history because I'm his Pet Socialist Nephew and it's like a whole new world for him.
(My aunt worked for MI5 and they met in Cyprus while both were deployed; I'm pretty sure they're the reason I got to the late stages - NePoTiSm - but then I disappointed them to become a Tofu-Eating Wokerati Teacher. Yes, I am an ex-Tory, let's not.)
He was a lawyer in the RAF and spent most of his time prosecuting soldiers for misconduct. There is shit he has to take to his grave, especially surrounding the Gulf War. But he remembers dishonourable discharges for "sodomy" and how distasteful he found the "whole sordid business" when there were people still serving who had done "unspeakable things", and he told me about the slow dismantling of those laws, with the help of Stonewall, and the impact it had on so many men and women in the service.
He recalled one particularly terrifying NCO who often ridiculed him for his belly (my uncle likes cheese and wine, a lot; we got through a bottle of Merlot each...I'm pretty sure he opened a second) kissing his partner of 16 years openly, in full uniform, at the 2008 London Pride; how this "incorrigible" man broke down in tears because for the first time he wasn't torn in half: he could love both his country and his partner openly.
Now, this story is a fucking gold mine for me... Cause...
Can you imagine the 141 going to 2008? They think they're going to support their pet bi-disaster, Soap. Figure they'll go in No2s cause they'll be drinking and walking a lot. Then fucking Ghost rocks up in full No1s, shoes polished to an inch of their life like he's turned out for the god damn Queen.
When Soap teases him about how Extra he's being for lil ol' him, Ghost simply sighs and says, "I've waited my whole life for this, Johnny... I'm doin' it right."
That's how Ghost "comes out" to the 141, because of course it is. He doesn't do things in half measures. Soap looks him up and down and tries to play it cool, but Price can see how he's vibrating on the spot and figures they should fall in before Soap executes an unscheduled halo dive on Ghost's dick...
Johnny gets his kiss; by the lions of Nelson's column, under the admiral's watchful eye. Ghost's beret clenched in fist, strong arms clutching him so close, like Ghost's worried the moment might still be snatched from him at any point.
Johnny won't ever mention the tears he tastes between their lips. Some things just need to be let go.
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sweaterkittensahoy · 10 months ago
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Here’s an idea: In all fics it’s usually Bucky pining for Gale and everyone trying to get them together. How about pining Gale letting Bucky be happy with others because he truly loves him and wants him happy and Curt decides enough is enough and asks Gale out to light a fire under Bucky
Buck doesn't think he's obvious about how watching Bucky walk off with another pretty face yet again makes him ache. He knows he has a good poker face, and whatever ache he feels watching Bucky choose another partner for a fling is his to deal with.
"Buck, so fucking help me, would you just let that fucker have you?" Curt says one night as Buck watches Bucky dance with an RAF pilot with a wide smile and an easy laugh.
Buck jerks a second later when what Curt's said actually reaches his brain. "What? Curt. What are you--"
"You're in love with him," Curt says. "It's obvious."
Buck breathes out hard through his nose. "Not to him," he says.
Curt rolls his eyes. "Because he thinks he doesn't have a chance."
Buck squints at him. "What?"
"Look, as much as I yell at him to stop putting you on a fucking pedestal, he does. Okay? He does. He thinks you need the perfect guy. The most wonderful person to ever exist. And he figures the reason you let him whore himself around is because you're not interested in him romantically, so he focuses on what having fun, not on having you."
"He likes whoring around," Buck says. "Look at him. He doesn't want something serious." Bucky's dipping the pilot and kissing his neck. "I'm not going to stop him enjoying himself. I don't want him if he's not himself."
Curt sighs and stands up. "Okay, well, time to dance with me."
Buck whips his gaze back to Curt. "What? Why would I--I don't dance."
"You do for now," Curt tilts his head and grins. "Come on."
"What do you think you're going to accomplish?" Buck asks, even as he stands to let Curt lead him to the dance floor.
"I'm showing him you don't mind a little bit of slut in your man," Curt says.
Buck's intrigued and confused, so moving to the dance floor with Curt is the only thing he can do that has anything like a plan attached. He sees Bucky catch their approach from the corner of his eye, but he focuses on Curt because that's only right.
"Okay," Curt says as he pulls Buck in close. "Hold me like I was Bucky."
Buck shifts instantly, holding Curt's hand in his own and pressing them against his chest, sliding his hand low on Curt's back and spreading his fingers as wide as they're go.
"Oh, very nice," Curt says, and his tone makes Buck grin. Curt grins in return. "All right, now kiss my forehead like you wanna kiss Bucky's."
Buck stares at Curt for a long moment. "What?" he asks with a laugh.
Curt beams at him, that bright open smile he flashes like it's easy. "You heard me. Come on."
Buck takes a slow deep breath, then closes his eyes. He leans down and presses his lips to Curt's forehead, lingering for a long moment. He'd have to tip his chin up to do this with Bucky, but it's nice all the same.
When Buck opens his eyes, Bucky's off the dance floor, sitting at their table, and staring. "What do I do?" he asks Curt.
Curt gives him a wink. "Go get your fella, Cleven. Blame it all on me."
Buck can't help but drop another kiss to Curt's forehead. "Try not to get syphilis tonight," he murmurs.
Curt bursts out a laugh and slaps Buck on the ass as Buck slips away.
Bucky doesn't look as Buck sits across from him. He's rolling his glass between his hands, seemingly fascinated by the napkin his glass had been on.
"Bucky," Buck says. Bucky doesn't look up. "Bucky, I--I want you to have everything you need. And I wasn't sure that was me." Bucky's gaze snaps to meet his own, and Buck's breath catches at the want and need in Bucky's eyes. "If you--if you want to still dance with other people. Fuck other people. I don't care. I don't. If you want--fuck." Buck reaches out and touches Bucky's arm. Bucky keeps staring, eyes bright even in the dark of the pub.
"Bucky. John. I love you so much. I thought you didn't love me the same way. And I was fine with that. But--"
"Buck, shut the fuck up and get me out of here," Bucky says. "If I don't kiss the smell of Curt off you in the next hour, I'm going to lose my goddamn mind."
"Jesus," Buck sighs and grabs Bucky's hand, dragging him outside. They make it as far as a shadowed alcove just down the street. Bucky pushes Buck against the wall and kisses him hard and filthy and desperate.
"I didn't. I'm not your type, Buck. You need someone who'll be devoted to you."
"John," Buck sighs. He takes John's face in his hands and presses a kiss to his forehead. "When have you ever not devoted yourself to me? Fuck your way through the entire English countryside. I don't care. Devotion isn't just keeping it in your pants."
"I will though," Bucky says. "I will if you want."
"Be happy, John. Be happy and let me make you happy," Buck replies. "That's all I need."
"Fuck," Bucky sighs. He kisses Buck again, hands wide and heavy on Buck's ribs. "Curt says I put you on a pedestal, but I don't. I swear I don't. You're just--I didn't think you wanted this part. That's all."
"I want every single part of you, John Egan. And I want you to give away whatever you want. Just know that when you're with me, I've got all of you."
Bucky groans and kisses Buck again. "Yes," he sighs. "Fuck yes."
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poetoflawed · 10 months ago
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Family Man
Part 1 Word count: 947 Ok so this post is based on this previous idea I had Pls do not plagiarize Beware of Google Translate lol
3rd POV Rafeal and Y/n make their way through the airport. Y/n turns to Rafeal, “Do you really have to go?” She knows the answer. They’ve talked about this extensively. “Mi amor que estás haciendo ahora? You know I have to. This is for both of us.” He holds her face in his hands, “I have to become someone, someone worthy of you. Someone who makes a difference. Por favor entiende mi amor.” She pulls her face away, “But por qué? I know this is what you want, what you need. But why can’t you stay. Stay here with me. I’m sorry, I know i’m being selfish, but i love you.” “Don’t worry. We got this. te amo completamente.” He looks in her eyes reassuringly, picks up his duffle and moves towards the gate.
13 years later … Rafeal is a lawyer. The esteemed A.D.A Rafael Barba. The A.D.A who works with NYPD’s SVU unit. He lives a somewhat glamorous life of suits and ties. He is a man known to be notorious for being so busy his personal life is almost non existent. He is a bachelor, living a high stress busy life. One so full, relationships past the occasional hook up, are not likely. A recent case having pulled him resulted in him ordering an emergency meeting on Christmas Day, with the NYPD detectives. As the holidays progress, while going over case notes, he gets a message to contact Y/n, but, even though he remembers her, he ignores it and does not return her call.
Rafael’s POV
This case is gonna be the death of me. Hijo de puta, I’m late. My mind is full and racing. This case needs to go well, this woman, this victim. This never should have happened, and I need to help. I barely notice when I make it to the little convenience store near my building. Needing to pick up some milk I make my way inside, as I'm looking through the aisles I hear a commotion at the cash.
“I'm not gonna cash it man. It's fake!” “NO it Ain’t! Cash the fuckin ticked asshole!” “NO” “Oh yeah?” the man pulls out a handgun and my eyes widen a little “Wait!” The fuck are you doing i think to myself as the man turns to me gun at his side, “How much is the ticket worth-” I notice his face getting more irritated, “I-I’lll buy it off you.” I show the three hundred dollar bills in my hand, “Seriously, take it and cut your losses man. This isn't worth a record.” He stashes his gun back in his coat, grabs the bills from my hand, and throws the ticket on the counter as he turns out of the store. I stood there for a minute and let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding. I make my way outside catching up to the man from before, “Here,” I hand him a prepackaged sandwich, “I have a feeling you might want this. Do you have anywhere to go?” “I'm fine man. Leave me alone.” “Are you sure?” I might be a cynic but I still wanna help people. “Lemme ask you something man,what's missing from your life! Think about that!” “I have everything I need already.” I say, baffled. The man looks at me, annoyed and just turns on his heel and starts stalking away down the street. Baffled, I return to my penthouse and sleep.
The golden rays of sunshine hit my eyes suddenly, and then i realize its Christmas day again. I realize there's breathing coming from next to me. I roll over and am met with the (still) beautiful sleeping face of Y/n. My eyes widen and I sit up, as i'm sitting in bed confused, with my breath picking up, I see a child, a young girl, staring at me from the door to the room.
“Papi, can you make me some food please?”
I sit there baffled, Y/n slowly wakes up, “Mmmhmmm what's up baby?” she's asking, slowly waking up. As she slowly sits up in bed my confusion intensifies as I look at her, the girl I left my first year at Harvard, sitting in a bed I've never seen, pregnant. With what appears to be the second child. I look from the woman to the girl, throwing myself from the bed, “Raf?” “Papi?” As I sprint downstairs, I search for some keys as my head swims.
What the actual fuck is happening right now????
As I run outside I realize i'm not in New york anymore but rather suburban New Jersey. As I drive frantically back to the precinct I make my way inside, desperate and only in my pajamas and winter coat, I walk up to the front desk. “Jenny, I need benson.” i’m panting and confusion flashes in my eye when she frowns at me, “And who are you sir?” “Jenny… what… you know me…” my brows crease. “Sir how do you know my name?” she asks nervously. My confusion turns to anger now, “Jenny i was at your baby shower a year ago, your sons name is Grant, he went through a phase where he only ate cheese. Please, PLEASE. You know me!” Her eyes are wide now, fear evident. Slowly she reaches for the phone on her desk “Ok sir,” She nods over to a uniform and nudges my way “this is officer Kapal, he’ll show you to a room where you can wait for the detective.” “Thank you, finally” i let out a breath of air, and follow the officer to one of the rooms.
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newtonsheffield · 1 year ago
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I have to admit, I was one of those that never voted for “Mile High,” but boy, oh, boy, did I miss the mark! This might be my favorite Anthony and that’s saying a lot after “Bruises” and “If the shoe fits…” I just love this compulsive, overthinking with a side of self doubt Anthony. He’s SO endearing💞I can relate to him. And, isn’t this what we’re all after, someone like Kate (whether via friendship, love or both)to come along and love us not in spite of, but because of our quirks & insecurities! The imperfections that make us perfect for those special somebody’s❣️
I’m so glad it’s winning you over!
It wasn’t a super popular idea, I know that, but I think there’s definitely something very human about this Kate and Anthony. Kate’s entire life’s been turned upside down after leaving the RAF and she’s just trying to find her feet and Anthony’s struggling with the fact that after the accident where his father died, he can’t control everything.
They’re both exactly what the other needs. Kate’s like a fucking hurricane, upsetting the delicate balance of Anthony’s entire life. She never puts her things away. She always leaves her coffee mug on the left side of the bed (That he tries not to think of as her side). Her bras are always just thrown off and she never neatly hangs up her pyjamas. It’s infuriating. And yet, it’s the darndest thing. When he pinches the bridge of her nose as he looks at her suitcase, felt open, shoes and stockings and toiletries strewn all over the floor she has the neatest way of getting him not to care about it at all. Or barely.
Anthony felt his teeth clench as he got out of bed, trying to calm himself as he tripped over one of her shoes. It was too early in the defined era of their relationship for this. He was sure.
“Kate, babe?” He swallowed as his girlfriend let out a groan from the bed, still face down under the blanket, her curls strewn over the pillow. He took that as a sign to move forward. “I’m a little curious about something?”
Kate rolled over, sitting up, a slow smile making it’s way onto her face. “Yes, I do have a tiny history of gymnastics. That’s why I’m so flexible.”
Anthony flushed a he tugged his underwear on, unfolding them neatly from his own case with a flourish. “I just wondered if you had any allergies.”
Kate shook her head, wiggling her eyebrows at him. “You’re cute when you blush but My my anthony, what do you want to do to me next?”
Anthony sighed, putting his hands on his hips. “Excellent. So you’re not allergic to picking up your clothes?! I mean, Jesus! You were in the military.”
Kate laughed, the delighted sound of it making his spine shiver as she tugged him back down to the bed. She threaded her fingers through his hair and pressed his face to her bare skin, holding him there. “Do you accept my apology, Anthony? Or do I need to get down on my knees?”
Anthony breathed deeply against her skin, the stress seeping out of his body. “I mean, I wouldn’t say no to the second thing but I do feel a lot better.”
Kate checked the watch she’d left on the bloody floor instead of the bedside table like a reasonable person. “Well lucky for you I have fifteen minutes before I absolutely need to get dressed. Pants off, Ant.”
And on the other hand, Anthony manages to infuse enough order into Kate’s life that it doesn’t completely implode.
“Hold on just a fucking second.” Sophie gasped as Kate walked through the door of the bar exactly when they’d agreed to meet.
Edwina reached out, snatching Kate’s wrist up and staring at the Breitling watch that had once been their father’s. “Kate, Holy fuck, do you know what time it is?!”
Kate rolled her eyes but bowed as she accepted their mocking round of applause. “Anthony keeps our calendar now. And he even scheduled in 25 minutes of oral sex before I left.”
“Gross.”
“You’re fucking disgusting.”
“Your boos fuel me.” Kate smirked, snatching Edwina’s Margherita up, “He might be tightly wound but I love the fuck out of that man.”
Opposites really do attract.
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dutchannanas · 2 months ago
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Episode 5 SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS
Ahhhhh I just love Loopy and Haon so much 🥹🥹❤️❤️
The real battle begins... This is going to be tough
The second beat, beat 11, is such a Loopy beat but Yunha was so cool!
Wait it was Loopy's plan to take out most rappers? I had a gut feeling because why else would he go first? Loopy is strong but Yunha was stronger.
I think Yunha will eliminate a lot of rappers.
Huh?
This is too hard. These rappers are too good. I'll just shut up, sit back, watch & relax.
I didn't know who Nosun was but now I do. After he lost to Reddy, I paused the episode to follow him on Instagram.
WHAT IS THIS MELODY? Wow I have a crush on this beat lmao. Anywa, I don't doubt Khan's abilities but this beat and Reddy are a match made in heaven.
Reddy vs Kim Gahyeon. She did okay but she lacked energy. She played too safe.
Reddy let's gooooo~ I just realised I have no idea who is in Loopy's team, I was too focused on him 🤦🏻‍♀️ I'm starting to think Haon's team is going to win this Block Match. Yes, Reddy won again!
Reddy vs Yukon... Oh Yukon, that was it? I blinked and his performance was over.
Raf Sandou won? Reddy was too strong, they just had to nerf him 😌
OH NOW THIS IS WHAT I LIKE. Oh my god Bbulkup forgot his lyrics 😭
Alright Haon let's go!!!
HAON WHAT ARE YOU DOOOOOIIIIIIING
I'm so nervous it's not funny
I can't believe Haon lost. If I was a smoker, this would be a good moment to take a smoke break...
Raf Sandou showed another strong performance! I don't know who James Ahn is but he was amazing! I wonder if he went to Harvard 🤔
Okay okay okay last battle let's go! Now I really want to know in what field he got his master's degree. Wow I don't know who's going to win.
Congratulations to Block 2!
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Oh shiiiiit
Death match time 😧
Man I love Haon. I think if my leader didn't discuss this and suddenly my name got called out, I'd be so pissed.
ACAPELLA RAP? THIS SHOW IS CRAZY
I want to give Haon a hug 😔🫂
Okay so the 6 with most votes, win, the other 6 go home.
THEY ARE ALREADY VOTING?
AAAAAAAhhhhhhh this show is not good for my heart
Yo I'm actually loving acapella rap. They should implement that more often.
Even in death match there's a tie 😭💀 Hash Swan and Bizzy??? This is too much
Ahw everyone from Block 3 survived 🥹 I want to give Haon another hug 😔👊🏻
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That was HALF OF THIS EPISODE. If I could, I would smoke a cigarette now. So now what?
Replace leaders & recruit rappers!
I wonder what Kaogaii is going to do... Is he and Geegooin create a whole new team?
Oh! I didn't expect Khundi Panda to be interested in recruiting Owen. Hmm yeah, Owen can do multiple styles.
Hahaha this shit is so funny
Ahh next morning. I like these cute moments where they just follow their own morning routine together.
Block 7.. it must be frustrating for Tray B and Polodared, I wish them well in Block 1.
I wonder what will happen to Block 8. They want to recruit Loopy...? Maybe I should ask Loopy to marry me. Both things won't happen. So nothing changed 💀
This whole thing with Mckdaddy and Kaogaii feels like I'm watching a kdrama lol they're dragging it out as if he's cheating on Khundi Panda 😭😂
Block 5 is fucked
Ahww Haon did well as a leader, but it looks like that position is too much for him.
Block 8 changed their leader from Gamma to Hippie Khunda. I think she'll do well^^
Oh shiiiit is Block 5 going to fall apart?? Wait wait wait, I understand the plan to "drop off and rescue later" but if Block 7 is full, then there's no space for Luci Gang? Hmm risky..
WAIT THE SHOW JUST ANNOUNCED RECRUIT AND REPLACE TIME IS OVER?
This show might just be worse than Squid Game
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New Block Match!
Block Tournament. Wowww so many eliminations will come from this :0
Yeah Block 5 is FUCKED
Oh at least they can decide which Blocks go against each other in the first rounds. This will be interesting~
Starting off with Block 1 vs Block 4. I think the rest of the tournament will be shown in the next episode.
Wow that was fantastic! I have no idea who is going to win. I think Since Punchnello BoiB and SkyMinyuk worked well together but it seems like JTong stole the show.
Next is Block 3 vs Block 2 but that will be shown in the next episode. Ahh it's finally over~
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crimswnred · 1 year ago
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new Beach hut episode out so ofc I had to talk about it. (keep in mind I'm on a Raf route)
ok, so, about the girls:
Estelle is sooooo hot. I love her freckles 😭 she's giving Talia, saying she wants to lay by the pool, being all cool about Villa life. I hope she likes us!! Also, none of those boys deserve her. hoping she got herself a hunk in Casa.
reading Daphne being all over Raf and talking about their connection... it made me giggle. I'm sorry!!!! but it's so funny to me. so much for a good connection huh?! I hope she twisted too or gets dumped. I can't afford having my man feeling guilty.
Willow is definitely the cutest of the bunch. her design is so pretty, I love her hair, her bikini, her piercing. and she's so sweet. low-key think Bryson doesn't deserve her (also, twist to Bonnie when THAT'S your girl? bffr). I REALLY hope we can be friends...
Geri matches Joyo's personality so well, but she's the one I'm sure twisted for a new guy. she's super cute and I still don't see what you guys are on about her looks. and she's either gonna hate Summer or love her. I think she might be drama as well, chatting up the boys 👀
now, my opinions. first of all, this beach hut episode was fucking useless. like, we could've learnt all that playing the game? at least this time we payed 17 gems for the whole bunch instead of 17 each girl.
second of all, this just feels like a lazy way to showcase the characters' personalities. it's giving cheap writing. but whatever. if they make them feel unique in game like they did with the boys, it's fine by me.
last but not least, they didn't even properly edit it 👇
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like...... at least look for errors 😭
anyways, stupid ass episode. it would be better if they had released it with the boys.
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eveandtheturtles · 2 years ago
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Hello, darling! Hope you're doing okay! ^^
Saw that you're wanting some Donnie requests and I'm here to deliver. 🤗
You've mentioned a Greek AU and I love that idea! I love Greek mythology, so I'm thinking that Donnie is a god who is fascinated with humans. I'm thinking that they could have the gods names. Like Leo could be Poseidon and Mikey could be Apollo. Or anything that matches their personalities. I like to give you free reins on this! ^^
Anyways, Donnie could (maybe) be Hades. Like the mythology, Donnie needs an heir like the rest of his brothers (who already have wives and children of their own) and went up to the surface. He soon met a woman and everything else will be on what you're wanting to do.
I really like the Greek AU and like to give some free rein on this. I'm not picky if is SFW or NFSW. It's whatever you're feeling and how long the story will be. I won't be surprised if this turned into a series (which I won't complain either). 🫠
I love your writing and stories, so I can't wait what you've came up with. 😘🙌🏻💜
Hello, this has been in my inbox for too long. I'm glad you gave me a free reign on the Greek AU and yes, I do have one so, I wanted to do something in it. I wanted to do this story for so long and until today I couldn't work my brain to write it down. Surprise to no one this is Karello. I didn't have enough steam to make it a series but I won't say no to asks about this AU and some future projects in it. Hope you enjoy this!
Short notes (more in to find on my Masterlist!):
Leo - patron god is Athena (has pet owl named Sofia)
Mikey (or here Angelo) - patron god is Dionysus.
Raph (or here Raf) - patron god is Ares (has a personal vendetta against Sofia)
Donnie (here Donato) - patron god is Hephaestus
Rating: M
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The Four Nights
It only could have happened when his brothers were visiting. Angelo, Leonárdos, and Rafail arrived in Lemnos for their birthday, or the day the gods chose them as their representatives. Why the brothers chose Don’s island this year was kind of beyond Donato’s understanding. He was in the middle of a big project, instructing the apprentices on how to not fuck it up when he heard Raf’s chariot arrive from Sparta. The giant horses pulling the chariot were black with red bridles and reins. Rafail’s signature colors. Ares’ herald. 
“Don!” Raf bellowed. “Where are you!?” 
Don sighed heavily, feeling his headache coming but descended the stairs of his workshop located next to the temple to greet his brother.
“Hello, brother. I hope you had safe travel?” He greeted Raf. The next second all air was squeezed out of his lungs by the bear hug.
“I haven’t seen you in a year!” Raf replied. “You’re still as tall as the Cyprus trees and just as thin! You need to come to Sparta, I’ll have you gain some more muscles.” He slapped Donnie’s arm, causing his younger brother to wince.
“I get plenty of work-out in the forge,” he said stepping back.
“Sure you do. Are others here?” Raf looked around, searching for Leon’s or Angelo’s chariots. 
“No, you’re first to arrive,” Donnie informed him. 
Raf grinned. “They both owe me 20 drachmae each.”
“Aww, man.” Both Donnie and Raf turned around hearing a voice behind them.
It was Angelo on his chariot pulled by wild panthers. Ride fit for the herald of Dionysus. The cats gracefully parked a bit away from Raf’s horses, eyeing them hungrily. 
“I wanted to be first,” the youngest turtle said. 
“You snooze, you lose little brother,” Raf told him. 
Angelo dropped to the ground to hug his elder brothers. “So, I hope you haven’t started the party without me!” 
“You know there is no party without you ever,” Donnie joked. “I was hoping you could actually set up the whole thing.”
“You know it!” Angelo grinned. “Leon’s not here?”
“Nope, our wisest brother is being tardy,” Raf said with all the self-satisfaction there was. “Speaking of, I hope you have my money.”
Angelo sighed defeated. “I hate when you win.”
“You must all be thirsty after the travel here. I’ll have servants bring you something to drink to the garden,” Donnie said and led them to the area of the temple complex designed for his guests. It was a beautiful garden with mosaic floor in geometrical shapes. There were beautiful white columns with vines climbing over them creating a natural roof over the stone chaise lounges. There were pillows and drapes placed on them to make them more comfortable.
“Brothers! I see you finally arrived!” 
The three paused stumped seeing their eldest brother already spread on one of the benches, drinking from a cup and munching on some cheese.
“Leon! You bastard when did you get here!” Raf shouted, half angry at the possibility of losing the bet, half happy to see his brother.
Leo got up and straightened up his chiton. “About an hour ago. I heard Donnie was busy in the forge so I decided to wait here with Sofia.” He hugged Angelo and grabbed Raf’s hand in a firm greeting. “I believe you two owe me some money?”
Angelo giggled. “Raf has the cash.” He pointed to the red brute who cursing under his breath started counting the amount.
“Where’s the dumb bird anyway?” He handed the 100 drachmae to Leon and search the area for the owl. 
“In the trees, taking a nap.” 
While they were sorting their business out Don called on the servants to bring them more wine. He also had to keep Angelo from flirting with his staff. This would be a long day. 
The celebration was going to last for about 3 days and 4 nights. Each for every brother. Starting with Donnie as the host. The cooks were preparing for the event for a week now but with Angelo present things started to move faster, if not more chaotic. Their swift, party-loving brother orchestrated everything with finesse and didn’t forget to flirt with everyone involved. He also stated he had a surprise for each brother. 
The night has fallen and a giant campfire was started. Tables were set and overflowing with food for the human guests (mostly priests and dignitaries). Donnie as the host opened the ceremony with an offering for the gods and the patrons of the turtles. It was all going splendidly and Donnie wanted nothing more than to go back to his forge. Everyone was loud and getting drunker by a second. Angelo had a circle of potential bedmates before the first hour of the party passed. Raf was besting generals in arm wrestling by the 2nd hour and Leo was in a deep discussion with one of the kings. Donnie completely lost interest in the party and was thinking about how to escape when suddenly Angelo stood up and announced it was time for the presents. Everyone cheered. Donnie wanted to hide. 
He needn’t have worried though as the gift from Angelo seemed to be rather simple. It was a goblet of a dark liquid and a platter of cookies.
“Dearest guests! This drink I present before you is a rare concoction!” The youngest brother always had a taste for drama. He bellowed the words walking around, his arms wide. “A drink that rejuvenates one's mind! Refreshes and chases away the sweet melodies Hypnos. I thought that who if not my most hardworking brother would appreciate it.” Angelo stood behind Donnie and leaned now. “Now, brother what you want to do is dip the sugar cookie in the drink cause it’s as bitter as Hades in spring,” he whispered the instruction. “But try it.”
Donnie frowned at his brother and did as told. His eyes widened. “Wow.” 
“Good, huh?” Angelo grinned. 
Donnie dared to take a sip of the drink on its own and was hit with a strong body of flavor. Yes, it was bitter but there were undertones… 
“Thank you, brother, what is the name of it?” Don glanced at Angelo.
“Uuuuh… It’s a new thing I got from this one guy in Cush, he called it Kahua? Just don’t overdo it,” the youngest warned. “The guy said he once couldn’t sleep for 2 days straight and started seeing spiders, so.” he patted the birthday boy on the shoulders.
“Right.” Count on Angelo to bring something dubious to a party.
The next gift was a stack of scrolls from Leo and a new set of hammers from Raf. The dignitaries also left some presents but those would be opened later. Once this part was over, the partygoers returned to getting more drunk. 
Donnie was about to get up and pretend to go for a walk. He was absolutely planning on returning to his forge and maybe having a nap. Suddenly there was a yell and a commotion occurred. Then one of the guest generals approached the table. 
“Honoured Chosen of the Gods, there was a woman entering the temple’s forge!” He announced pushing a small woman in front of him.
Her skin was dark brown, and her thick, black, curly hair created a cloud on her head. She had a terrified sort of defiance painted on her face as she glared at the turtles. Donnie looked at her and couldn’t stop himself from thinking how beautiful she was. Like an angry dryad. 
The turtles looked at each other. They knew what would happen to the girl if they didn’t think of something fast. Leon was the first to act. 
“Angelo!” He said loudly, standing up. “You left our final gift unattended!”
Angelo looked at his eldest brother. “Rrrrright! Yeah!” He tsked and slapped his forehead. “Scatterbrained.” He jumped over the table and took the girl from the general. 
“Uh, yeah, the gods decided to give our brother a bit of fun for tonight,” Raf suddenly piped in. “I told her to go to Donato’s bed chambers.”
“She appears to be Deaf,” the general pointed out confused.
“She was blessed by Athena to read and write,” Leo tossed in quickly. He looked at the girl who seemed to be following the movement of their mouths very intently with a deep squint. She nodded at him. 
“And she was specifically chosen by Aphrodite,” Angelo added.
Donnie quickly looked to the fire in the middle to see if the gods decided to call them out on that bullshit. Nothing seemed to be happening. That’s good.
Angelo quickly called over servants and instructed them to get the girl to Donnie’s room. Crisis averted. The tension remained for a moment but everyone was drunk enough to soon forget the scandal and focus on congratulating Donnie on soon getting laid. Much to his own discomfort. 
“Leo, what am I supposed to do with her,” he hissed to his eldest brother. 
“Just hold onto her until the end of the celebration, after that, I’ll take her to Athens, toss her to Hestia’s temple. Plus you could try and you know.” Leo smirked over the edge of his cup. “Maybe she was here to seduce you in the first place?”
That would be so much worse. At least now he had an excuse to slip away from the party. He waited about half an hour to make sure all the humans were properly drunk and then made his escape. On his way to his bed chamber, he grabbed a piece of chalk and a tablet to write on. 
As expected the girl was sitting on his bed, naked and freshly bathed. She had her knees pulled up and nails digging into her arms. She didn’t notice his entrance. Donnie sighed deeply. 
He walked to the lamp and moved the tablet in front of it, making the light flicker, letting the girl know he was there. She jumped a little noticing it and pulled up the sheets over her. 
Donnie noted that. He opted to sit on a chair, pulling it closer to the bed. 
“Hello,” he wrote not sure what else to do. “What is your name?” He then handed her the tablet.
She looked surprised at him, not expecting that.
“I’m Kara.” She wrote back. 
“Oh thank the Athena,” Donnie muttered under his breath. So this meant that Leo didn’t lie using the goddess’s name. The four brothers knew firsthand that the gods could be… temperamental. 
And so a conversation began between Donie and Kara. He found out that she had snuck on a boat with one of the dignitaries from Athens. She was planning to steal from the forge or maybe find a job. She wasn’t sure. Her parents were citizens of Athens. Her father was an astronomer. When her parents discovered that she couldn’t hear instead of abandoning her, they told everyone she had died and moved to their property outside of Athens. Her father and mother taught her how to read and write so she could at least somewhat communicate with the world. Though they lost a bit of interest in her when her brother was born. When her father died, her mother had to remarry his cousin and thus she was abandoned for real this time. 
She found a job as a weaver for a time but then her boss fell on hard times and eventually, she had no job. With no other option, she boarded the ship and here she was. Seemingly about to become a concubine to one of the Gods’ Chosen. 
“I did entertain the idea of becoming a prostitute since men don’t really care if you talk back, but dying of some disease with a bunch of spawns sired by clients isn’t truly the ideal future for me,” she finished the tale.
That was interesting. 
“Your father was an astronomer…” he mused out loud to himself. He wiped the slate clean and wrote: “Do you know any Math?”
“I know a lot. I would often spend time in my father’s study when he was away and my mother was busy. Especially after the birth of my brother. I’m a quick study and if you need anything I can help.” She returned the tablet and he blinked. Huh, she figured him out quickly.
There was something brilliant in her. A buzzing well of intelligence. Donnie was an intellectual, he looked at facts and always thought of himself as rational. He looked at skills rather than who came from where. 
“Do you want to stay here and work with me?”
“I’d prefer that.” 
He nodded. “Can you read lips?”
“When people speak slowly and the lights good then somewhat. I only got a few words when your brothers tried to save me. Thank you for that.”
Donnie smiled. He really wanted to talk more with her. “What did you learn from your father’s studies?” 
They ended up discussing philosophy and sciences up to the early morning. Truly, Donnie decided this was the best birthday he ever had. He woke up at about noon with Kara sprawled on top of his chest and snoring lightly. Her mouth was open and she was drooling a little.
He stared a little. She was beautiful. And very soft against his body. And small. She was a good two feet shorter than him. He absolutely loved their conversation last night. She refused to let him sleep anywhere else for the sake of keeping appearances and in the light of the sun he didn’t regret it.
There was a short snorty snore and Kara opened her eyes. She looked at him and her eyes focused. Immediately she sat up in a slight panic. Donnie also sat up and touched her shoulder then gestured her to calm down. It was okay.  
He got up and went to find a maid to bring Kara something to wear. The servants were in a rush cleaning and preparing everything for the 2nd night of the celebrations dedicated to Leo.
He found one servant and asked when she had time to bring a chiton to his room for Kara. Then he returned to the girl that was thrust into his hands. 
This time they started swapping childhood stories. She was fascinated with how it was growing up around the gods. He told her of the eternal rivalry between Raf and Leon. How Angelo refused to eat his dinner because he hated some vegetable in it and hid the plate under his bed. Then he forgot about it and they only discovered the secret when it started to smell. She laughed at that and Donnie was charmed once more with her laughter. 
In exchange she shared a few events in her life as well. How she would escape the servants at her house to climb trees and catch beetles in their backyard. Her mother would be furious with her but her father would only laugh, pulling sticks out of her hair then carrying her to show her the stars at night.
Donnie almost could see how this girl might have really been sent to him by Aphrodite. 
"I wish for you to be able to converse with me without having to write," he said on their second day together. 
Leon's party was a hit but everyone was gearing towards Raf's. 
"I actually thought of that," she wrote back.
He looked at her curiously. She smiled brightly, eager to tell him her idea. "A special language for people like me." 
He was even more curious. She then demonstrated. A language where words are demonstrated by a hand gesture. That was brilliant! 
"Teach me." He wrote. 
It was such a simple, yet complex concept! Leon would definitely want to get on it. Being representative of Athena and all. 
They were so engrossed in it together that he completely lost track of time and Raf had to drag him to the party. And while he gladly celebrated his brother, he couldn't stop himself from wanting to go back to Kara. 
<Tomorrow night,> he tried this new language when he finally was with her again. <It's last night.>
<The party?> She looked at him, happy how quickly he picked her idea up.
<Yes.>
Kara nodded. She took the tablet and wrote. "The people in the temple are talking and I think the guests are too."
"About what?"
"How instead of bedding me we just talk." 
"How do you know?" 
"One of your apprentices, he stumbled here a bit drunk and wrote it. That the servants keep changing clean sheets and that the general who found me might suggest you are rejecting 'the gift'."
He read the words carefully. It would be a problem.
"Does it bother you?" 
"That we haven't done anything yet? Maybe a little? Like am I not your type? Can you even like be with someone?" 
He snorted. "I think you are gorgeous. Insanely smart. And yes, I can, if my brothers are any indication."
He made a face thinking back to the many times he managed to walk in on Angelo who lived up to the reputation of Dionysus' favorite. Each time he wanted to remove his eyeballs from his head. Leo had a wife and he knew of a few extra steady partners of other genders back in Athens. Raf had just one partner in Sparta. Donnie was the last one. He didn't mind being alone. His work in Hephaestus' forge was taking a lot of his time and attention. He didn't have time to pay attention to the advances of the humans towards him. Well, that wasn't entirely true but some wounds are better not touched. 
Kara read the tablet, then glanced at him. Then tossed the tablet aside and pulled him down to her. Her lips crashed over his. At first he was too shocked to react but then…
Her chiton was too easy to remove. Her skin was hot under his touch. Her stomach, her thighs. Her sopping wet core. She was so tight, so responsive. Gods, she was so good. He was so engrossed in her he didn't notice the nightfall. That Angelo came looking for him and left laughing. That the party went on without him. 
The image of her on top of him, under him, all around him burned into his mind. They collapsed before sunrise. He swore he would leave the most generous offering to Aphrodite after tonight. 
Kara, tired and somehow the happiest she has ever been snuggled to his side. She also thought that she should make some sort of offering. 
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faofinn · 2 years ago
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DAY 6: secrets revealed
@febuwhump
It had been a few days since Fao had been up in the middle of the night, putting in an NG tube for Steve so he’d stop being so stubborn and actually get some fluids and nutrition into him. He knew the older man didn’t talk much about his history, but Fao really did hate not knowing what was going on. Steve hadn’t told him much, just that it had happened before and there was nothing to worry about. Fao struggled to believe that - he’d been so stubborn about it, and if he was anything like the rest of them, he hid more than he should. 
The tube was still in, Steve still not over the flare enough to manage without it, but he’d get better with time. He wasn’t at work, choosing to take some last minute leave and focus on catching up on stuff in the basement. There was a lot of admin that needed doing, surprisingly, and it was a chance to get on top of it. 
Fao was down there with him, sorting through notes and making sure everything was filed properly and up to date. There was a comfortable silence settled on the pair, both just going about their business and happy not needing to fill the silence. 
"I don't remember what happened, y’know?" Steve spoke up. 
Fao lifted his head. “Don’t remember what happened when?” He asked.
"My accident. I've read the files, heard what they said, but I'm missing so much. I didn't recognise Bel for a month."
“Oh.” Fao said softly. “You don’t have to tell me anything.”
"I owe you it." He sighed heavily. "Give me a second, I'll get the file."
“Still, it’s… It’s big, I know you don’t like telling us.”
"Why do I get to hide my records? Keep all these secrets?" He shrugged. "That's not fair."
“Because you wrote your own records.” Fao said lightly. 
"Doesn't mean I can do whatever."
“Kinda does, though.”
"You deserve to know."
“If you want me to.” Fao said. “I’m glad you trust me enough to share with me.”
"Of course I trust you. I know you’re not blood, but you might as well be a son."
Fao couldn’t help the tightness in his throat at that. “Jesus, don’t start.”
"I'll go grab the file." He cleared his own throat, heading off into his office. 
Fao sipped his tea, awkwardly chewing his lip whilst he waited. He didn’t want Steve to feel like he had to share. He was entitled to his privacy.
Steve returned with his file, several times larger than the usual public one. He dropped it by Fao, apologising under his breath. "My stuff is all in there, all the hospital records."
Fao looked at the thick file, raising an eyebrow. “Would you prefer if we went through it together?”
"If you want to. I can…I can tell you what I remember, and then what they told me, if you prefer?"
“Whatever is easiest for you, honestly.”
He managed a laugh as he pulled up a chair. "Neither are."
“We really don’t have to, Steve.” 
"It's fine. We…we were on our way back, we must have already have evaced our patient because I was definitely alone. I don’t know if they just misjudged it, or got distracted, or something else happened, but we fucked our landing. Our right wing took the barrier down, we spun and smashed everything in our path, basically. There was shit everywhere, as much as we'd secured it, at that speed, it was useless. I don’t know what knocked me out, but I had several impact points, so it had a good go at taking me out."
Fao’s breath hitched. “You were RAF, right?”
"Yeah. More medical, not that I was much use at that point."
“Bit difficult at that point.” He murmured. 
Steve's focus was on something Fao couldn’t see, long in the past. "My seatbelts were locked, they couldn't get me out quick enough and I don't know what happened with the cutter. There was a delay, I ended up with second and third degree burns down my back and thigh from it. Broken ankle, fractured T2, T3, dislocated shoulder, wrist and elbow, and, uh, obviously my head."
Fao nodded slowly. “That’s… a lot.”
"I don't remember the month before it still, but at the time, there was nothing. I didn't recognise Bella, or the twins. Not that they saw me at first, I was too much of a state."
Steve rarely spoke about his family from before. Fao swallowed thickly, looking down. “I can’t even imagine.”
"Took me six months to get it back."
“How old were the… the twins?” The question felt foreign in Fao’s mouth. 
"Eighteen months. I missed so much. Bel always said I'd catch up…I never did."
“I’m sorry.”
"I missed a lot of firsts, and the ones I got," he shook his head. "The ones I got…I wouldn't wish on anyone."
Fao cleared his throat. “It must have taken you a while to get back into everything, especially surgically.”
"Another eighteen months, just to get back to where I was. I was lucky, really,  my deficits ended up being physical, like my speech and swallowing."
“Is that the only thing you still struggle with?” Fao asked, mostly curious. “The back or anything?”
"Reduced sensations at times, various other problems, the burn scars kill me at times too. It feels like they're burnt all over again, when they debride it, god. Never again."
“Yeah, that’s brutal. Really, really tough.”
"The PTSD is a bit shit too."
“Now that’s something I can understand.”
"Yeah."
“I honestly just want to help.” Fao said softly, trying to find the words. “I know it’s easy to hide things and not want to get other people involved, but I could’ve helped you out ages before if you’d just asked. I wouldn’t have asked anything, either. So if there’s anything you need, no judgement or questions other than what I need to know to be safe… I’m here.”
Steve found himself choked up, and he shook his head, taking a moment. "Thank you."
“Let’s just try not to be so damn stubborn and accept help from now on.”
"Easier said than done."
“I know.”
"The pain never really goes away, but you deal with it until you can’t. I don't usually have problems breathing and eating and all that, but when it flares, it flares. 
"Work aren't ever happy about it, why would they be? A fucking neurosurgeon that can't feel his hands because the whole arm feels like it's on fire. The tremors I get when I get so low, I just…I don't know. I'd never do anything to put 
the patient at risk, but they just care about the image."
Fao nodded, taking it all in. “It must be really hard, but you’re an amazing doctor. I can tell you care so much about your patients, you’ve taught me so much.” He said softly. “We’re lucky to have you, and if work can’t see it too then they’re idiots.”
"Thank you, Fao. It means a lot"
Fao moved to hug him. “Thank you for sharing it with me.”
Steve hadn't expected that, but sighed and held him close. "Thank you, Fao."
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oracleofsecrets · 2 months ago
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Playing Final Fantasy IV
Part of the Quest to play all 16 FF games
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Side note, I think this is the first series logo where the primary protagonist isn't in it. LIke, that's not Cecil that's Kain lmao
Hours logged: 21
Also HELL YEAH SNES time :D
Firsts: 
Halfway tent[restore party hp&mp]/save points in dungeons god BLESS
White chocobos and black chocobos 
Five party members
Battle formation (rows)
Active battle system
LEARNING MAGIC FROM LEVELING UP!!!
Ethers
The iconic boss music
Worsts:
Five party members. It gets stressful managing that many characters, and no one can stay alive. Multi-target healing magic gets diluted even more
Fixed battle formation (only characters in the second and fourth slots could be put in the back row, where they take and deal less physical damage, making it useful for casters)
General impressions / Semi-live blog
BIG step up in story complexity, though the characters still fall pretty flat. Golraz reveal did Nothing for me.
Incredible story elements, like one of my faves: high fantasy meets high tech (especially when high tech is from the ancient past). The Tower of Babil was really cool designs, and Zot interior is similarly cool
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Oh, an old stone looking tower right? Bam. Scifi tech interior
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The fucking GIANT OF BABIL. GARGANTUAN LASER-SHOOTING MECH
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It's ALSO a dungeon you have to go into to deactivate it. I think the giant's Balls was the core that you had to destroy? Like you enter from the mouth and work your way down...
Chocobo village shaped like chocobo :D
Institutional Corruption time…. Killing for Crystals
Yeah fuck the RAF
Dark Knight skill doesn’t suck ass! Er. As much. 
Hey man what the fuck (fighting the girl) (searching the town much much later gets you bomb fragments…)
Oh I hate having five party members. This is too stressful. No one can stay alive. Healing magic gets diluted even more… Edward why do u suck so bad
Magnetic Cave is fucked up and evil (no metal equipment or weapons allowed, or else that character is paralyzed in battle). But clever
Enjoying the airship version of the overworld theme, and that it has variations
“Cinematic” fights (you don't input anything) are mildly interesting
Rating: 7/16 with Pixel Remaster
Story is fine, has Very Enjoyable worldbuilding elements. Five-member party and order setup is a Lot to deal with though
Some more thoughts below that are into Later Game Spoiler territory. And in case you don't want to see good ol' creepy jrpg final boss Creature design. It's only 16-bit at least
Paladin conversion was cool. Esp the “fight urself” part which was Not Fighting. Inchresting to see a Conscience in the plot
Dark crystals and dark world like ffiii. Going to the Moon will be cool though
Heroic sacrifice count: 5.5
Update: 4.5 
Update 3.5
Update: 1.5 (Tellah and half Edward)
I predict Kain is next
LUNAR WHALE!!!! Actually a High tech space/air ship. Going to the moon! Spooky moon overworld music 
Golbez brother reveal didn’t really do anything for me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
Lunar subterrane was cool and tough final dungeon. It was like 10 floors? For sure a gauntlet that you Had to extensively explore if you wanted the Best Weapons
Zeromus final form fucked up and evil looking. Love that. Kinda reminds me of Metroid
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phpruitts · 12 days ago
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Phoebe feels herself panting, heavy and deep lungfuls of air that do little to soothe the fire in her chest and stomach. It just wasn't enough oxygen for her cells. It just wasn't enough— everything.
Phoebe needs more everything, and Raf is clearly going to give it to her.
You got me baby.
I'm right here.
A jagged sort of whine escapes her when Rafael shifts his hips upwards, thrusting deeper, working himself deeper into her core. Fucking— heavenly. Every nerve ending within her feels alight, taut pleasure building in her abdomen, but it was more than just that. It was feeling connected. Bound together, with words and kisses and actions. Phoebe wants to prolong that feeling for forever. Can she? If she's good enough, would Rafael never want to leave the tiny little walls of her apartment? Maybe they can always be this in sync— eyes blazing, hearts blazing, gaze fixed on each other. Fuck. Okay, yeah, she really does want him to stay, god, when has she ever wanted a man to stay so badly. No man had ever shown up to her door on Christmas eve, no man had ever dropped walls like this. Let her patch him up.
Rafael looks up at her, calls her beautiful, and peels the oversized shirt from her flushed body with the simplest of motions.
He wants to look at Phoebe while she rides him.
Well.
She had better make it worth looking at.
There's not a second of wasted time as Rafael buries his face into the plush of her breasts, and that makes her grin, makes her lift a hand up to caress the back of his head, soothing, encouraging, gentle, playing with his curls with an idle sort of playfulness.
"Ah— I like you in there," she murmurs, though her tone quickly turns strangled once Rafael wraps his mouth around her breast— all this after just reinforcing how much he thought about her. Thinking about her body. Her tits. The way she got off on his cock.
His words send a jolt of pleasure right at her molten core.
Harder, her hips snap harder, faster, pressing up against his own, trying to extract every bit of pleasure she can for both her and Raf. She wants him feeling euphoric. She wants Raf blissed out.
And then his tongue rolls over her nipple. And her back arches.
'I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.'
"God," she whines.
Oh, god, why was Rafael now saying what Phoebe was thinking? It was as if he'd been doing that the whole night.
"I am fucking obsessed with you,"
One arm tightens around his neck, the other hand buries deeper in his curls, and fuck, Phoebe can't look at Rafael for any longer without feeling the prickling heat behind her eyes intensify, something tight in her throat, like a coal was burning in her chest—
"I want to come up with a reason to get you here every day."
Was she being too much? Admitting that? Everything feels loose and dangerous inside her— she keeps rolling her hips, pressing down on that delicious friction, and the feeling of Rafael's hands, and his tongue, the connection she feels right now. Well. She was simply burning up. Raf burned her up, and it was the most lovely, gentle, pleasing fire she had ever experienced.
Rafael didn’t think a more perfect moment existed. Spending the very early hours of Christmas morning with Phoebe — arguably one of the most important people in his life. When had that happened? It certainly wasn’t overnight, but sometimes it felt that way.
And it made everything feel better.
Each time they had sex, each time they fooled around or kissed or touched or existed in the other person’s presence — it felt so much better. As Phoebe rolled her hips on top of Rafael, he squeezed her hips tightly. She felt so good. She always did, but something about that moment — after Phoebe had just cared for him so tenderly, after she’d just spent minutes of her Christmas morning cleaning and bandaging his wounds.
Rafael reclined back on the seat slightly, staring up at her, watching in awe at the way she moved. He slid his hands beneath her t-shirt, gliding them back up to her breasts. He squeezed tightly, with both hands, massaging her flesh as she rode him.
“Fuck,” Rafael whispered. “You got me, baby. I’m right here,” he assured her. He did what he could — thrusted his cock upward, deep inside of her, despite the slight stinging at his side. It didn’t fucking matter to him. The pleasure outweighed it all.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Rafael said. “I wanna look at you while you ride me.”
Rafael lifted Phoebe’s t-shirt, pulling it over her head, tossing it onto the empty cushion beside them. It’d be sin to leave that t-shirt on, Rafael thought.
He sat up once more, burying his face in between her breasts. He kissed at her chest, wrapping his arms around her back. His fingers brushed over her spine gently.
“I think about you like this all the time,” he whispered. “Getting off on my cock. And your fucking body…”
Rafael gently bit at one of her breasts.
“Your tits.” Rafael smirked, wrapping his mouth over her right breast. His tongue gently rolled against the flesh there, over and over, pulling away only so he could focus on the other side.
“God. I think I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
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ghostselena · 3 years ago
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Shouldn't have done that
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Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader
Summary: The Cameron boy finds you a few days later hanging out at the country club, using this to his advantage to sweep you away.
Warnings: Gun and knife mention, Confrontation, Slightly toxic ain't gonna lie, a furious Rafe, Small heated makeout scene but that's about it, lots of cursing, there's blood play for a sec, 18+
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a/n: This is part two to pull it, just wanted to add a small spicy scene, nothing too crazy. These two be toxic as hell lmao I love it! I've never written something like this so it might feel a bit unrealistic but hey, it's a fic, enjoy! ;) [1.4k words]
You may not copy or post this as your own anywhere
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You were twirling around the straw that sat inside your now melted drink, your second one of the day.
Sipping away the hours, gradually slow has been your ritual for the last few days, keeping your mind occupied with anything but the memory of Rafe— pressing the gun to your chest and enjoying the way he had control of your life, even if it were just for a mere second.
Since then, you've carried it everywhere you went, hoping you'd bump into him and face the man who's been tormenting you in your sleep. Hence why, you were still sitting in the same spot after 2 hours, eyes locked on the door.
The bartender stood in front of you, tapping on the wooden table to catch your attention, "Another refill?"
You took your eyes off the entrance and nodded, "Please, and add it to my tab,"
You were nervous, to say the least. This place had become his second home, there's no way you won't find him here.
A few minutes later you were handed a fresh Mai Tai, happily grabbing it from his hand with a smile, to which he returned and turned away to attend to the other customers nearby.
You were too busy in your own little world, only sitting up straight when you felt a figure sit next to you.
He grabbed your drink and downed it in one go, placing down the glass cup with a loud thud as he turned to face you.
The familiar scent brought goosebumps down your spine— you thought you were going to spot him before he found you. Completely ruining your plan to confront him from a distance.
"I think you've had enough," Rafe's eyes burned a hole through your head, his pink lips were licked by his sweet tongue as he waited for your response.
Taking a deep breath you turned to him, eyes going straight to his lips that were now wet, calling your name to claim them as yours, "Why do you care?"
His eyes softened, stopping himself from revealing his soft side with a chuckle. His hand rubbed the stubble he'd been growing out, very deep in thought, "I think you have something, that belongs to me," his lips were now near your ear, whispering the soft-spoken words, that only you could hear, "It's not very nice to steal, pretty girl,"
Your hand had pushed him away softly, grabbing onto your purse and holding the gun in your hand from inside, aiming it at his side, "Back, the fuck up."
His eyes followed the movement of your hands, earning yet another soft chuckle that left his lips.
You were confused, dumbfounded even. How he could find amusement while you had a literal weapon that could impale him in less than a second?
Your breath hitched when you felt something pointy near your stomach, his lips pressing themselves against your ear once more as he whispered, "You feel this?" his hand moved slightly, pressing the knife more against you, slight
"Raf- Rafe.." you whispered, your body was shaking slightly— but not enough to catch anyone's attention, "You either follow me, or I'll do it right here, in front of everybody," he mumbled, tapping your thighs with his free hand.
All you could do was nod and wave over to the waiter to close your tab, "Just put it away, Rafe." your voice was soft and quiet, only smiling as the waiter brought back your card and waved you goodbye.
When you stood up, so did he. He stayed behind you, pointing the knife against your back as you walked outside. The sun hit your face, making you squint as you covered your face with your hand.
You reached the side of your car and he pressed your back against the passenger door, "Give me the gun,"
This is what you wanted, to have him in front of you and hand him back the gun and part your separate ways. So, why were you being so damn stubborn?
"No." you shrugged, wanting to pull his strings and see how far he'll go with you
"Y/n, stop playing fucking games, hand it over." his arms caged you in, nostrils flaring down at your smaller frame. The tall boy tried taunting you but to no avail, he kept failing.
Your hands pressed themselves against his chest to keep him from engulfing your space, "Finder's keepers, Cameron,"
He clenched his hands into fists, pulling away from you before walking back and forth, "You're making this harder than it has to be," he spat, wiping his hands against his shorts. He stopped pacing, his hands pressed themselves against his head while he held the knife—he was stressed, "Just give me, the fucking gun."
"I dont know, I've been liking the way it feels in my hand," you loved tormenting him, earning yet another eye roll from the boy.
He pointed the knife at your chest, reliving the same moments with you for a few seconds, "I don't wanna hurt you,"
You looked down at the knife, leaning forward slightly before pressing your tongue against the side. You kept your eyes on him as you wet the blade with your tongue, the sharpness of it cutting through the thin layer of your buds. The pain felt good, you hissed slightly as you slid your way up to his knuckles—that you gently kissed with your warm lips.
His lips parted in shock as he watched you, cheeks feeling hot while he held his hand still, scared to poke you.
There were droplets of blood dripping down the sides of the blade, closing the gap between you both—gun in your hand, "Hm, I don't think you can,"
You gave him a grin, the blood had smeared all around your teeth, giving him an image he won't be able to forget.
He didn't know how to feel, if you would've told him a few days ago that you were this daring, he would've laughed.
He had no words as you pressed the gun against his chest, "Here, you can have it back,"
You dont know where the sudden courage came from, and you honestly didn't care. He brought out something within you, this anger that you had pent-up inside of you— always made an appearance when he was around.
It was sudden, all you could hear were the two weapons falling onto the concrete as his hands cupped your cheeks. His lips were on yours, his body pressing yours against the door.
You didn't know how to react, your arms quickly wrapped themselves around his shoulders, holding him close as he explored your mouth with his tongue.
He was addicted to the taste, the metallic flavor on your tongue against his had him on the verge of explosion, he wanted more, he craved more.
It could be the alcohol in your system kicking in, the way you let his lips devour yours. His tongue massaged your insides, rolling them over each other with need and desire.
His hands had slid down to your ass, cupping them in his hands. You'd both forgotten to be civil, not a care in the world about getting caught.
Two young adults making out in the middle of a parking lot, in a very busy area of figure 8—with two highly dangerous weapons laying on the floor. What could go wrong?
He pulled away to catch his breath, his lips barely touching yours, "Been wanting to do that, since that day,"
And it was the truth. The moment you sped away in your car with the gun, he was intrigued by you. The only person who dared to stand up to him, push him to his limits, and bring him back down.
Your eyes stayed closed, savoring the moment. Who were you to deny Rafe Cameron a kiss? This was bad, you weren't supposed to enjoy the way he made you feel.
"I dont think I can stop," you whispered, holding yourself on your tippy-toes to try and match his height, which was near impossible.
"Who said I want you to?" he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, dragging his lips down to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses.
With a click, your car door was opened by your hand, pushing him inside into the backseat, "You sure?" you asked, closing the door behind you
His hands pulled you to sit on his lap, parting your legs to wrap them around his waist, "Just shut up, and fucking kiss me."
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Is it bad that to like these two this much? Shitty ending though my apologies
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sweaterkittensahoy · 8 months ago
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For @getinthefuckingjaeger, who is having one of those fucking shark weeks.
A scene of Bucky and Harry:
"Wait. Wait. You--" the RAF man points at Harry, "are bedding him--" the RAF man points to Bucky.
"Yup," Harry says, feeling very smug because he'd watched said RAF man make several passes at Bucky in the last hour before Harry had taken care of things by walking over to Bucky and tipping his head back and asking for a kiss.
Which Bucky had given him with his usual enthusiasm. Harry even got dipped. And once Bucky was done, Harry went to the bar to refill them both, and the RAF guy followed.
"Not that you're not a good looking bloke," the RAF man says, and Harry snorts at the lazy compliment, "but, he's had hands on that guy--" and this time he points at Buck "all night. And most nights I've been here."
"Yup," Harry agrees. "They're best friends."
"It doesn't bother you?" the RAF guy asks, looking from Harry to Buck to Bucky. Who is currently pushing Buck's hair off his head and making him laugh. "Because it really seems like your fella is flirting."
"Oh, he's absolutely flirting," Harry says. "He did it with you, too, in fact. You were fine with it then."
"Well, sure but that's--" The RAF man sputters and shakes his head. "Now, we were just talking!"
"With your hand an inch above his ass," Harry says. "I don't blame you. It's hard not to just grab it no matter where I am." He leans in close, flashing his teeth in a way that makes the RAF man look nervous. "But I'm allowed. You're not. And I wouldn't have even cared you were flirting if you weren't so obviously uncaring that he might be here with someone. I ever see you near him again, I'll make a much bigger scene than just--what do you Brits call it?--snogging him. And not the fun kind."
"Uh-huh," the RAF man says, taking a step back. He bounces off the bar and stumbles so he doesn't run into Harry. "Loud and clear, mate," he says.
Harry grins and turns back to the bar. He carries a whiskey and his second martini back over to where Bucky and Buck are now sitting. Bucky takes his whiskey, waits for Harry to put down his martini, and then pulls Harry right into his lap.
"Where's my new friend?" he asks, then leans in and kisses Harry's neck. "I like how wound up he got you."
"You're impossible," Harry says, draping an arm around Bucky's shoulders. "Do you have any idea how close I came to dragging him out by the scruff of his neck?"
"No, but tell me in detail later," Bucky says.
Harry laughs and shakes his head and reaches for his drink. "Impossible man," he says.
"All yours, baby. All yours."
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