#doesn’t matter if it looks like shit there’s no one around to see

[awrkive]

summary: where you and jungkook are in a situationship and you kind of hate each other but the sex is great

wc: 2.8k

warnings/misc: idol!jk x producer!(fem)reader, they are mean to each other 😬, just.. weird dynamics tbh. explicit sexual content: unprotected s*x, multiple positions, cre*mpie, brief c*nnilingus

note: this is entitled "something" in my docs. i genuinely dk what this is but i read this and i was like. oh! okay! i think i had a vision so i want to share!! ik im not the #1 fan of mean jk or idol aus for that matter but the oc is equally just as mean so i kind of fw this tbh aishdixh. not proofread. sorry!

The surface of the leather couch is cold against your back when Jungkook pushes you to it – quite roughly, as if he has something to prove. 

And it definitely feels like it when he shoves your panties to the side once he’s situated on top of you – two of his fingers inserting themselves in your pussy without any warning. 

“Fuck, what’s gotten you so wet?” Jungkook hisses on the side of your head, pushing his slender fingers in your heat until he’s knuckles deep, buried to the hilt.

“I– oh fuuck,” your words get cut off with a moan when Jungkook starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, fast and erratic. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook says, a little mocking, squeezing your waist with his free hand, noting the way your heavy breathing fills the space of your studio. It’s dimly lit, just like you like it, and Jungkook knows there could be someone anytime that could walk by – the staff, his juniors, seniors, whoever – but it’s not your first time fooling around in your studio and it sure as hell isn’t going to be the last. 

“J-jeon—” 

“I’m just Jeon now?” Jungkook picks up his pace in your pussy, sliding his fingers in and out until you’re a panting mess under him, moans influencing his blood to travel to his dick that’s considerably getting bigger every second that passes by. “Come on, not even Jungkook? Kook? And there you were a while ago back at practice studio calling Mingyu oppa when he’s fucking barely older than you.” 

“Oh my god, shit— J-jung– it’s–” 

Jungkook doesn’t know exactly what comes over him, but he begins fingering you so fast he felt your wrist wrap around his own, and he could see a hint of tear drop from the side of your eye before Jungkook notices the way your thighs shake, a telltale sign of your orgasm. 

And he’s usually a giver. Always is, to be frank. Especially when it comes to you. Because as much as you infuriate him, you also look really fucking pretty when you cum – but this time, Jungkook feels a little petty. 

So when you say you’re about to cum just like Jungkook predicted, he abruptly slides his fingers out of your pussy, leaving you empty. 

“What the fuck—” he doesn’t let you finish, just uses his strength to flip you over the couch with his hands on your waist, and in swift motion gets you in all fours. 

“You don’t deserve to come before I put my dick in you.” 

Jungkook kneels behind you, takes his engorged cock out of his sweats, and enters your sweet, wet hole suddenly in an almost abrupt motion, hearing the way your breath hitch when the first inch comes into contact. 

“Oh god…” you moan at the delicious stretch, burying your face deeper in the couch as Jungkook begins entering you slowly.

It certainly isn’t the first time you’ve fucked without much prep. Jungkook always insists on an orgasm first before he pushes his cock deep into you while you say otherwise – but perhaps he’s most especially pissed at you tonight that he’s even breaking his own rules. 

You don’t really care, though. The burn feels delicious. It’s slow and it’s steady and you can just feel Jungkook holding out from slamming into you right away, his dick getting even bigger in you, every ridge crossing your inner walls.

His deep grunts and heavy breathing paired with your whimpers and moans bounce off the walls, and you’re beginning to think it’s one of the benefits of getting a studio soundproofed so you can fuck someone in peace in it. 

“S-so fucking tight—” Jungkook groans, sliding out slowly. The loss doesn’t last long when he enters you again, grabbing your hips tighter as he goes. “Is me fucking you almost everyday not enough, huh?” 

“You don’t fuck me everyday– ah,”

A hard thrust, one that feels a little punishing. It makes your legs shake, almost making you give out on your position. 

“Whose fault is that?” Jungkook hisses. Then, he speeds up again, and soon the sounds of skin slapping against skin filtrates the room. Jungkook jackhammers into you, and this time you’re more than sure he’s trying to prove something. 

“I’m not the– the– busier one–oh— between us.” You reaching out for something behind you – nothing in particular, but Jungkook takes your hand anyway, placing it on the small of your back and keeping it there is he slams into you again, repeating the motion over and over again until you’re near tears. 

It’s so good, and you’re so wet and you want to cum so bad.

You’re just about to whine for it when Jungkook suddenly changes your position again, splaying his hand around your stomach until all you know is that he’s manhandling you over the couch and he’s seated on the leather while you end up on his lap. 

Jungkook slides your top upwards until they’re halfway on your chest, expertly creeping up your back to unhook your bra, the flimsy garment falling down your lap. He doesn’t waste more time and maneuvers you a little to suck on your nipples, hands coming to your waist to start bounching you on his cock. 

You whimper at the simulation, hands grabbing his hair at the shock. There’s a mirror across from you that lets you see everything that’s happening, and you can’t help but let out a loud moan when you see the way his engorged head disappears in your pussy every time he pushes you down his lap, with his messy hair buried deep on your chest. 

You look a mess, with your skirt on the floor and portions of your ponytail breaking away from your elastic tie. But you help Jungkook anyway, holding onto his arm as you bounce up and down on him, pushing your shirt way up your chest until your breasts are free from the constraint of the fabric.

“You’re always so pliant when you’re on my cock like this,” Jungkook says as he bites your nipple. And it felt petty, together with his words. 

“Shut up. M-make me cum.” You hiss, grabbing his hair a little tight to make him look up at you. 

He does, but there's a smug smirk on his face. “You think you deserve it?” 

You arch a brow, despite feeling the tight coil in your stomach. “When do I not?” 

“Wrong answer.” Jungkook tsks, shaking his head. Your eyebrows meet, but you find it incredibly hot when he does that thing with his tongue in his cheek. “Wrong answers mean I get to come before you. So sit back and be a good girl for me, hm?” 

“Fuck off—” You’re interrupted by Jungkook giving a forceful thrust from down under, so powerful that it almsot knocks you off his lap. 

“Look at you, such a fucking slut. A gorgeous slut,” Jungkook says, cupping the side of your head and directing you to look in the mirror you were looking at just a second ago. Your breathing is heavy, and your boobs bounce the same time you go up and down on Jungkook’s cock at a quick, abnormal pace you’re literally running out of breath. “Pussy so fucking tight and tiny but you can always take my dick, huh? No matter how big it gets for you? Right, princess?” 

You whimper. “Don’t call me that.” 

Jungkook only smirks. “Oh, but you are a princess. Always whines when you don’t get what you want.” 

“I d-don’t– fuuckkk – I don’t whine.” you hiss directly to his face, glaring at him. 

He chuckles, dark and deep. His fingers begin to creep over your pussy, and soon he’s rubbing fast circles over it, and you want to bite back with an answer to get the last word – but the words die on your tongue when Jungkook changes the position again, roughly placing you on the couch, turning you to your side.

Jungkook grabs your leg and hook it on his shoulder, finds leverage on one of your ass cheeks and enters you from that position, jackhammering thrusts making you almost scream. 

It felt so deep, so close, and the stretch is almost godly. Delicious. The way Jungkook’s dick fills you up so good makes the tears form in your eyes, and you keep your eye on him as he pumps in and out of you, sweat already forming on his brows, abs clenching, veins popping out of his arms.

“S-shit–” Jungkook hisses, breathing heavily, a telltale sign of his impending orgasm. “I’m gonna cum. Shit, can I– can I cum inside?” 

You nod your head vehemently, grabbing your own chest at the sight of him to give yourself some form of relief. 

“Fuck,” Jungkook groans before he slams into you in and out, repeating the motion over and over again until his thighs shake. Pauses. Then, he takes his cock out slowly from you, and you look down to see the way Jungkook’s abdomen clench when he starts pumping his cock to shoot his seed into your hole. 

It’s warm on your pussy, a little cold when it begins trickling down. 

“J-jungkook, I want to—” 

“Shh, princess. You’ll come. Just wait a little.” he squeezes his cock for more, spurts of cum shooting into and onto you, and you feel like you could cry at this point. 

“Jungkook—” 

“Easy.”

He puts your leg down and you thought he was going to enter you again but he adjusts you on the couch, kneels down on the floor, and pokes his tongue out to taste you. 

“Oh god!” you gasp when Jungkook suddenly dives in, hungry and impatient, tongue eager to get everywhere all at once.

It happened so fast you don’t exactly know when you released. But when you do, you’re lax on the couch afterwards with Jungkook sitting beside you, massaging your breasts. 

“Kook… that’s enough.” you say, holding his wrist. 

Jungkook arches a brow. But he lets go. 

The post-coital momentum hits you the same. 

It’s always like this when you’re doing fucking. You pick up your clothes, and Jungkook starts dressing himself properly too. 

You comb your hair through your fingers, putting it back into a decent ponytail in the mirror. You see the reflection of Jungkook behind you seating himself on the couch. 

“You’re working tonight?” He takes out something in his pocket, a familiar small, pink electronic device. 

Your expression sours immediately. “Keep that shit away from my studio, Jeon.” Jungkook halts, arching his brow your way. You roll your eyes. “If you’re gonna smoke, do it with a real cigarette. Don’t be a pussy.” 

Jungkook snorts a scoff, but he tucks away the vape in his pocket back again, anyway. 

“You’re getting real creative with being hateful about my smoking. Careful, princess. I’m starting to think you wanna be my girlfriend.” 

You walk towards your swivel chair in front of the keyboard. On the screen is a song you’ve been working on for the past month, unfinished, with way too many versions of the melody. You can’t seem to figure out what fits best. 

You look back at Jungkook with a disgusted face. “You keep on mentioning that word. I think you want me to be your girlfriend.” 

He laughs, relaxed against the sofa, watching you from across the room. 

“I would’ve already asked you way before if I wanted that.” 

You pause. 

Huh. 

What a fucking asshole. 

“Sure. Keep telling yourself that. But you’re the one getting all worked up just ‘cause I called your bestfriend oppa when he's barely fucking older than me.” You quote him as a retort, throwing his words back at him, going back to your computer. 

“Did it flatter you?” 

You tried some notes on the keyboard, and again, it doesn’t feel right. Something's missing. Something's too much.

“No. Why would it? You’re a good fuck, I’ll give you that. But you’re not more than that to me.”

A few keys again. It felt way too… bright. The lyrics don't fit. Yoongi would know what to do with this track. But you can’t come to him again, especially after what happened a week ago. A drunk confession and a sober rejection, with the confession coming from you and the rejecting coming from Yoongi.

Now you have to act as if that didn't faze you. Hell is going to freeze over way before you show everyone you give a fuck about anything.

You don’t even notice that Jungkook hadn’t said anything to the last thing you said because it was just that quick for you to get holed in at work. 

Until you hear footsteps coming your way. 

“What are you working on?” Jungkook asks, gesturing to the whole equipment before you. 

“Songs.” you say, not really interested in getting into more conversation with him tonight. 

The sex was good, and you won't tell Jungkook this – it's unspoken anyway – but sex with him has always lessened your stress. Made you feel free, even just for a moment. Jungkook likes sex, and he makes sure to prove it to you everytime you do it.

“Wasn’t really obvious.” Jungkook sarcastically says.

You sigh at that, eyes focused on your screen. Clicking away at the software, trying out some keys again. The sound of the keyboard almost rings to your ears at this point.

“Jungkook, I’m working.” 

“I know. What? I can’t watch you? Yoongi always tells me it’s better if I watch how you guys work so I can learn a thing or two.” He shrugs, sitting in the available chair next to you. 

The mention of Yoongi makes you jump a little, something you hope Jungkook doesn't notice. When he doesn't say anything, you arch your brow at him.

“Why? Thinking of producing your own shit from now on?” 

You didn't really think that through. Just wanted to... say something. Retort. But you see that flicker of something unknown flash his face, and you know to yourself instantly that was a… low blow.

Jungkook had always felt… you don’t know, really. He’s just close off when it comes to his… own works. He almost doesn’t really mention them to you, even though that could be something you can talk about when you’re not trying to get in each other's pants.

“None of your business.” Jungkok says after awhile. 

You bite your lip. “Okay.” 

The room feels quiet until Jungkook breaks it.

“He’s planning to ask you out, by the way.” 

Without looking away from your computer, you ask, “Who?” 

“Mingyu.” 

“Oh.” 

“What are you going to say?” 

Your brows furrow. “Not sure. You’re his friend right? Is he a nice guy?” 

“You like nice guys now?” 

“Who doesn't?” you roll your eyes. “Maybe I’ll say yes.” 

Jungkook suddenly stands up, the chair scraping against the floorboards.

“Okay, well. Just tell me when you two start fucking, just so I know my health isn’t at risk here.” 

You look up at him incredulously.

“You know you’re such a fucking asshole sometimes, right?” He doesn’t say anything. You scoff. “As if you haven’t fucked anybody else since we started doing this.” 

“Who the hell else have I fucked, quickly?” Jungkoon furrows his brows. 

Shit. You’re confused now. The software is dancing in your eyes. Maybe it was wrong to get right into it after having sex; your brain's mush. And Jungkook's picking up a fight with you as fucking usual. You genuinely don't want to get into it right now.

“I don’t fucking know, Jeon. A random idol at some music show backstage? Maybe one of your fans? I really don’t care. As long as you tell me. ‘Cause I’m as concerned about my health as you are yours.” You say the words with a particular bite to it, making sure to look at him when you use your words against him.

“I haven’t been in any pussy other than your own uptight one since I fucked it, so good luck on that beef you have with an imaginary woman.” Jungkook spits out before he takes his keys out. “I’ll have dinner delivered to you ‘cause I know you haven’t eaten shit. Until then, I’m heading off. Just text me if you’re staying over at my place or not. I don't care. You have a keycard.” 

One you never used. Jungkook's aware of that.

You avoid looking at him. “I'm not.” 

“... Okay.” 

He leaves just like that.

You slump in your seat and shut your eyes close.

[tvgals]

ok so boom, baseball player! ony and his actress! wife strikes again.

ony has been signed to the dodgers for five years now, and he doesn’t plan on retiring anytime soon. he’s been hitting absolute piss missiles for the past year and knows everyone in the league fears him as one of the most feral outfielders in the game.

ony has been on top of the world for years, the biggest headlines featuring his name and how you and him are the best couple to come out since kanye and kim, how the two of you are inseparable and can’t help but show the world, but when you two fight, it’s also obvious to the whole world. ony is a hothead, when the ump makes a terrible call, he’s the first to start throwing curse words and throw and hit shit around the dugout, and you hate it. you hate it because he’s giving himself a bad rap. sure, he could be the best fucking player in the world, but his shitty attitude could cost him a lot.

-

“baby. you know they always make shit worse on tv.” ony argues, leaning back in the drivers seat of his 2019 porsche 718 booster you were pissed. today, the dodgers played against the cincinnati reds, and ony struck out for the first time in a month off of a terrible call, a ball that was basically skimming the ground. he was furious, he stomped his way to the dugout and everyone knew to move out his way. ony flipped out, smashing his bat, throwing around the large gatorade containers, flinging helmets around, the whole thing. you were fuming in the stands, standing up and stomping away yourself. you couldn’t believe ony. you told him that you didn’t wanna see him act a fool in front of all these people again that he was making a bad reputation for himself everytime he acted out…but he never listened.

“you know that everytime you act an ass, it goes back to the dodgers and it makes everyone look bad. you need to calm down.” you reprimand him, scrolling on twitter to see everything people are saying about your husband. “why do you care so much?” he asks, rolling his deep brown eyes. in all honesty, ony couldn’t care less how people perceived him. he’ll forever be known as that dodgers player, that everyone will love him no matter how bad his attitude is. but for whatever reason, you can’t see that. you don’t understand why they put up with him…how you put up with him.

“take me home.” you grumble, firm and angry. ony huffs to himself, stepping on the gas. you watch out the window as you see the trees and mountains pass by as a blur, you felt your body be almost forcefully pushed into your seat, as if you couldn’t lean forward. “ony, slow down.” you warm him, digging your fingernails into the seat. “you wanna go home, right?” he asks, a small chuckle mixed in. your heart started to race and you feel like you can’t breathe. “onyankopon. i am not fucking kidding, slow the car down!” you yell, tears pricking at your eyes. “shutup. just shut up. all you do is preach at me and make me feel like a little kid all the time. i will crash this fucking car if you don’t shut up.” he yells back, stepping on the gas harder. in his haze of anger, he doesn’t notice the deer standing in the middle of the road, or the way you scream, or the way he doesn’t yank the wheel to move out of the way.

the deer hits the car with an insane force of power, taking the bumper off and cracking the windshield almost to oblivion. ony pulls over, the car creaking and shards of glass peppered around the inside of the car. you can’t hold it in anymore and you start sobbing, you can see the way the glass has scarred your skin, you can feel how bad your back hurts and how your eyes feel like they’re about to pop. “what the fuck is wrong with you?!” you scream, unbuckling your seatbelt and slapping ony across the face. he’s stuck in place, his hands grippping the steering wheel with extreme force. “are you fucking kidding me?! you almost killed us and now you wanna be quiet? get the fuck out of here.” you wail, flinging the car door open and steadily stepping out.

you walk away to god knows where, as long as it’s not with that fucking maniac.

[chrissturnsfav]

what if star just passed out like she’d been working in the studio or over working herself and she comes over or just passes out in the studio and rappers!chris is there or find out idk i just randomly thought of it

⋆.˚✮ singer!reader overworks herself too far

it's late. way too late. you've been running on fumes for days now, locked in the studio, perfecting every last word, every last note.

you're hunched over your notebook, scribbling down lyrics so fast your wrist aches, your eyes heavy, but you don’t stop. you can't. the album drops in a week, and everything has to be perfect.

chris is kicked back on the couch across from you, blunt between his fingers, watching you through the haze of smoke. he's been talking, making jokes, trying to distract you, but you've barely looked up.

"kid," he exhales, shaking his head, "you gonna work yourself into the fuckin' ground. take a break, goddamn."

"just—one more line," you mumble, blinking hard, trying to focus.

he laughs, shaking his head as he speaks through a cloud of exhaled smoke. "yeah, aight. you said that two hours ago."

you ignore him, chewing your lip, tapping the pen against the page, the words blurring together. your head feels too heavy for your neck, your body too light, floating—

then everything just…stops. darkness. quiet.

you don't even realize you've passed out until you wake up to chris shaking your shoulder, voice low and urgent.

"yo, baby—nah, wake up, what the fuck?"

you blink, dazed, and realize you're not in your chair anymore. you're slumped against his chest, arms limp at your sides. he must've caught you before you hit the floor.

"what happened?" you mumble, voice thick, head spinning.

chris clicks his tongue, irritated but concerned. "you fuckin' passed out, that's what happened. scared the shit outta me."

you try to sit up, but he doesn’t let you, arms locked tight around you.

"nuh-uh, stay right here. matter fact—" he shifts, easily scooping you up, carrying you over to the couch like you weigh nothing.

"chris," you protest weakly, but your body betrays you, melting into him, exhaustion hitting you like a train.

he sighs, settling you in his lap, tucking your head under his chin. "see? you don’t even got the energy to fight me. you need to chill the fuck out, baby. you workin' way too hard."

"but—"

"nope." he cuts you off, blunt still hanging from his lips as he pulls a blanket over you. "ion wanna hear no 'but.' album's gonna be fire. you know it, i know it, the whole fuckin' world's gonna know it. but you ain't gonna enjoy none of it if you keep runnin' yourself into the ground like this."

you chew your lip, guilt creeping in, but chris feels it before you even say anything. he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him.

"don’t start that overthinkin' shit. you my superstar, right?"

you nod, slow, a weary smile tugging at your lips.

"then act like it. superstars don’t pass the fuck out in the studio, kid."

you sigh, closing your eyes, finally letting yourself relax. his arms tighten around you, grounding you, keeping you close.

"gotchu, mama," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, voice softer now. "always gotchu."

thank you for reading!! <3

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[starkeysprincess]

Petals & Promises

rafe cameron x Kook fem!reader

SUMMARY: Rafe Cameron doesn’t do romance—until after that wild night at the party, when he starts showing up at your door with flowers. No words, just a smirk and a bouquet. It’s probably just a joke... or is it?

wc: 3,4k (I got carried away 😛)

WARNINGS: some angst, mainly fluff, (idk what else to add lmk)

Y/N was curled up on her couch, overwhelmed with the strenuous college work that she had to turn in till next week. It was quiet on Figure 8, The afternoon sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow across the room. The stress inside of her was slowly building up while cautiously reading through her essay, making sure not to make one single mistake. She was a straight A student after all, and the only thing that mattered to her was having perfect grades. Meanwhile her friends were going out, partying, drinking, living their best lives, she was bed rotting and freaking out about her future, it was stupid really.

suddenly, she heard her phone ring and when she saw that it was her best friend Lila, she couldn't of have been happier. Immediately she picks up the phone:

L: "hey girlll, how are you?"

Y/N: "hey Lil, I'm finishing up my assignment, as always, ugh im literally about to pass out."

L: "okayyy perfect then, I have the perfect solution for you, you're coming to Rafe Camerons party today at 8. You seriously need to loosen up."

Y/N: "wait- what? Lil, you know I can-"

L: cya there!

*the phone Hangs up*

"Fuck...." you mumble to yourself and let out a sigh. But on the other hand, maybe listening to Lila and forgetting about school wouldn't be so bad at all? I mean, as long as you don't get wasted what could go wrong? Time passes and you get up to fancy yourself up. It feels so stupid to you, but on the other side you've never been to a party before and a feeling of excitement rushes through you. Therefore you do a full face of soft glam makeup, touching it up with a rosey pink color of gloss and curl your hair. The last touch was the outfit, for which you had decided to go with a pretty dark blue evening gown and a pair of louboutin heels. If you were being honest, this was the prettiest you've felt in a long time. It felt relieving to feel comfortable and beautiful in your own body again. You leave your house and start walking to Tannyhill. Once you get to your destination, you see a large crowd of people in front of the Cameron household. You step into the house, and boom—music shaking the walls, bodies everywhere, air thick with booze and something fruity. Before you can even process, Lila spots you.

“GIRL, FINALLY!” she stumbles over, nearly spilling her drink. “I was ’boutta send a damn search party. By the way you look JAW DROPPING”

“Thank you but you texted me two minutes ago.”

“And that was two minutes of suffering,” she says dramatically, shoving a cup into your hand. “Now drink.”

You sniff it. “What the hell is this?”

“Who cares? It’s alcohol.”

You take a sip—mistake. “Bro, are you tryna poison me?”

she cackles. “Lightweight. C’mon, we need shots.”

Fast forward—you're both gone.

You’re clinging to each other, half-dancing, half-tripping, screaming the wrong lyrics to some song. Your head spins, but in a fun way.The room spins. The lights blur into streaks of neon, and the bass vibrates through your chest like it's syncing with your heartbeat. You don’t know how long it’s been—minutes? Hours? Your head is heavy, your legs unsteady, and suddenly, Lila is gone. Panic flickers through the haze of alcohol. You push through the crowd, bumping into sweaty bodies, murmuring half-apologies. Your vision tunnels, and the edges of the world start to fade. Shit. You need air. You need to sit. Stumbling toward the wall, you brace yourself, blinking hard to clear your vision. The party keeps moving around you—people laughing, dancing, making out in dark corners—but it all feels distant, like you're underwater. But even through your fucked up vision and fuzzy head, you see and feel someone eyeing you down.

And then you see him.

Rafe Cameron.

He’s across the room, leaning against the counter, drink in hand, watching you. Not just looking—watching. His sharp blue eyes flicker under the dim lights, unreadable, intense. Your pulse stutters. Whether it's from the alcohol or the way he tilts his head slightly, like he’s debating something, you’re not sure. All you know is that everything else—the noise, the people, the chaos—fades into the background.

It’s just you and him.

Your legs give out before you can take another step. The world tilts violently, and the last thing you feel is the cold floor meeting your body. Distantly, voices blur together, someone laughs, music pulses through your skull. Then—warm hands. Strong arms wrapping around you before you hit the ground completely. The scent of cologne, sharp and clean, cuts through the alcohol haze clouding your brain. “Shit.” A deep voice, close. Your head lolls against something firm—a chest? A shoulder? You can barely process it, everything slipping in and out of consciousness like a bad dream. “Yo, is she good?” someone asks. “She’s fine,” the voice responds, low and controlled. “I got her.”

Then you’re moving. Lifted effortlessly, arms hooked under your legs and back. The warmth is grounding, but your mind is too fogged to fight it, to even think about what’s happening. Cool air kisses your burning skin as you’re carried outside. The music muffles behind closed doors, replaced by the sound of steady footsteps, the distant hum of crickets.

You try to mumble something, but it comes out as a slurred mess.

“Relax,” the voice says. “You’re safe.”

Safe. The word wraps around you, pulling you further into the darkness.

The first thing you notice is the warmth. Not just from the hoodie wrapped around you, but from the air itself—quieter, softer than the freezing night outside. The second thing is the scent—clean linen, expensive cologne, a faint trace of cigarette smoke.

You’re not at the party anymore.

Your head is still spinning, but the pounding bass, the suffocating crowd, the overwhelming chaos—it’s all gone. Replaced by something calmer. Safer. Blinking hard, you push yourself up slightly, your body weak and heavy, and that’s when you see him.

Rafe Cameron.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head tilted slightly like he’s been watching you this entire time. But not in the way people usually say he does. There’s no arrogance, no sharp amusement. Just something unreadable. Something almost… gentle. His blue eyes flicker over your face, scanning, assessing. “You good?” Your throat is dry, but you manage to croak, “Where—?”

“My place,” he says simply, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You were out of it. I wasn’t about to leave you there.” The weight of those words settles in your chest. You were vulnerable—completely out of it—and instead of taking advantage, instead of leaving you behind, he brought you here. Safe. Taken care of.

You were confused, and on the other hand you were partially panicking, why would Rafe Cameron take you to his house?

“I—” You don’t even know what to say. Your hands clutch at the hoodie around you, only now realizing it’s his. The sleeves practically swallow your arms, the fabric drowning you in warmth. “You were shaking,” Rafe says like he’s reading your mind. “Figured you could use it.” Your stomach flips. Why is he like this?

You’ve heard the stories—Rafe Cameron is reckless. Selfish. Dangerous. But the guy sitting in front of you? He’s none of those things. Maybe it's just an illusion, maybe he just wants to get between your legs and leave you. He shifts, reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, then holds it out to you. But when you try to grab it, your fingers tremble too much. You're unsure of wether you should trust him or not.

Rafe notices.

Without a word, he lifts the glass to your lips himself, his free hand cupping the back of your neck, steadying you. His touch is warm, careful, almost hesitant—like he’s afraid of hurting you. The moment stretches, something thick and heavy settling between you. When you finish, he pulls back just slightly, his thumb barely grazing your skin before he lets go. The loss of contact makes something tighten in your chest.

“You feeling okay now?” His voice is quieter now, softer.

You nod weakly. “Yeah… thanks.”

His lips press together, like he’s debating something. Then, finally, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

“I don't want you to go there anymore.”

Your breath catches. “I—what?” Rafe lets out a small, breathy chuckle, almost like he can’t believe himself either. “You just… you don't belong at parties.” He glances away for a second, then back at you.

Your heart drops, unsure what he means and you swear you could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

Your fingers tighten around the hoodie still wrapped around you, and you finally whisper, “Why?”

Rafe holds your gaze for a long moment, the air between you thick, heavy with something neither of you know how to name. Finally, he reaches out, fingers barely grazing your cheek, his touch featherlight. It sends a shiver down your spine.

“Because it’s you,” he murmurs. He stares you down with a neutral face expression. The embarrassment lingers, twisting in your chest.

Parties aren’t for you.

Rafe’s words replay in your mind, making you feel small. You tug his hoodie tighter around you, avoiding his gaze. He sighs, grabbing his keys. “C’mon. I’ll take you home.” The drive is quiet until he finally speaks. “You think I meant that in a bad way.” You hesitate. “Didn’t you?” His grip on the wheel tightens. “No. I meant… you don’t need that shit. The fake smiles, drunk assholes, guys looking at you like—” He stops, jaw clenching. “Like you’re something to mess with.”

Your heart stumbles.

“I just—” He sighs. “It’s not you.” The weight in your chest shifts. Not gone, but lighter. When he pulls up to your house, he reaches out, tugging the hood over your head gently. His fingers graze your jaw, slow, careful. “Get inside safe,” he murmurs. You nod. “Thanks… for everything.” As you step out, you don’t look back.

But if you did, you’d see him still watching. Still waiting.

Two days pass, but you can’t shake the way Rafe looked at you that night. The softness in his voice, the weight in his eyes. Like he saw you differently. Like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

You tell yourself it was nothing. That it was just a moment. That Rafe Cameron doesn’t do things like that.

But then— The doorbell rings.

When you open it, he’s there.

Standing on your porch, dressed in a dark hoodie and jeans, looking almost nervous. And in his hands—a bouquet. Not just any bouquet, but the kind that looks like it came straight from some overpriced florist. Deep red roses, white lilies, wrapped in a silk ribbon. Your breath catches.

“Uh…” You blink at him, words failing you. “Are you lost?” Rafe huffs a small, breathy laugh, shaking his head. “No.” He glances down at the flowers, then back up at you. “These are for you.”

You just stare. Because—what? After a beat, you slowly take them, fingers brushing his as you do. The petals are soft, the scent rich and overwhelming. “Rafe…”

“I know,” he cuts in, running a hand through his hair. “This is… not what you expected.” You nod, still too stunned to process. He exhales sharply, like he’s bracing himself. Then, finally—

“I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

Your heart stutters. Rafe looks away for a second, like this is harder for him than it should be. When he speaks again, his voice is lower, rougher.

“That night? Seeing you like that? It fucked me up.” His blue eyes meet yours, and there’s nothing cocky in them. Just honesty. Raw and unfiltered. “I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, I started caring. And it scared the shit out of me.”

You swallow hard, your grip tightening around the flowers.

He takes a small step closer, voice dropping even lower. “But you looked at me like I was good that night. Like I was worth something.” He scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. “And I wanted to be that. For you.”

Your chest tightens, your pulse pounding. Rafe runs a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “Look, I don’t do this shit. I don’t—” He gestures vaguely, like this is beyond him. “But I can’t not do this with you.”

Another step. Closer.

“So let me take you out. A real date.” His gaze softens, voice barely above a whisper now. “Let me prove I can be good for you.”

The world narrows to just him. His eyes, his voice, the plea hidden beneath it all.

And suddenly, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.

Because this? This feels real.

[ilovetengen]

Hard times

You love your boyfriend Toji very much, you always want to be there for him through hard times, in any way you can. At this point, your boyfriend is unemployed. He’s out during the day and comes back home late at night looking for jobs and going for interviews. You both live together and while you’re waiting for him to get home, you decide to get some studying done for one of your college classes which you hate. In the middle of studying, you hear the door start to unlock and you watch as a man with such a tall frame and muscular body walks in. It was your boyfriend, Toji. As exhausted as he appears, you just can’t help but notice how fine he looks. Now, you’re a virgin but it isn’t hard to get you in the mood. Seeing how exhausted he looks in his suit just gets you going. You walk up to him and try to figure out what’s wrong. “You’re so beautiful. The only good thing that’s happened to me today is coming home to such a gorgeous face.” Toji says. He leans down and gives you a kiss. Before you can get a word in, he notices your books all layed out on the desk and realizes you’re studying. “Oh I’m sorry baby, I didn’t know you were busy. Do you need my help? If not I’ll just be in the room so I won’t bother you.” He’s a tough man and can be assertive and dominant but he’s also so considerate and he always knows what to say. You love that. “You’re not bothering me. Don’t leave yet, let’s talk about your day. You look so exhausted and I want to help you feel better. Let me get you some water” You say. He smiles and nods his head in agreement. He sits down and you go to get him a glass of water from the kitchen.

You’re in the kitchen for a few moments trying to get him his water and prepare a snack for him but soon after, he follows you in. You’re by the sink getting him the water and he comes up behind you. He’s so much taller than you and you can feel his muscular body and abs press up against you. He grabs your waist, leaving you flustered and surprised. “Baby, I need you right now. I’ve had such a shit day and all I want is you. Your body. Please.” He’s so desperate and verbal about what he wants and damn you love it. You’re a freak and you’ve been waiting for this moment, so of course you say yes. You love your boyfriend and want to help him through “hard” times. Still facing the sink, Toji starts to kiss you very passionately, making you forget about the water you were getting him and accidentally dropping it into the sink. He turns you around to face him, his lips never leaving yours and he continues to kiss you with such aggression, but it doesn’t hurt. He carries you onto the counter so your faces are a bit more leveled. He’s really tall. At this point you’re both horny and you can see his bulge through his pants. Though you’re not any better.

“I want you so bad Toji.” Hearing you talk to him gets him so fucking worked up. “That’s all I needed to hear” he says. He pulls down your pants. Feeling you with his fingers through your underwear. You’re still kissing. He’s so needy and never wants to let go of you. “Aww you’re so wet for me”. He’s teasing you and it makes you embarrassed. “Stop it” you jokingly say. “You’re so cute. I can’t believe you’re mine” he says as he continues to touch you. Still kissing you, the kisses begin to get lower and lower on your body till he gets to that special sweet spot. He gets on his knees and spreads your legs then he starts by planting soft kisses on your pussy. You start to shake even from just a few kisses and he finds that cute. He starts to put his tongue to work not leaving any part out. “Fuckkkk Toji that feels so good.” You manage to let out a few words through your moaning and whimpers. “You like that? I can tell from the way you’re grabbing my hair. You’re about to pull a whole chunk out”. He goes straight back to eating you out and he is relentless. No matter how many time you try to push back he keeps going and you fucking love it. “I’m close, keep going” you moan, and as you’re about to reach your high, he stops. He comes up and gives you a kiss. “Not yet princess. I’m not letting you cum until I’m satisfied”. Gosh he makes you so mad but you don’t particularly hate when he gets dominant.

“I want you to touch yourself for me while I get undressed.” You thought that was a crazy thing to say but still obey his command. “Good girl” he says as he chuckled. Toji then begins to take his jacket off and loosen his tie. Seeing him take off his suit is so hot to you so you start to rub your pussy even faster. “You’re so needy for me, it’s so cute.” He loves knowing he has power over you. He continues undressing, taking his shirt and tank top off. He then begins to unbuckle his belt. He takes it off and his pants fall leaving only his boxers on and you can see how hard he is through his boxers and it makes you a little scared. He pulls them down and his dick springs out, nearly smacking against his stomach. You’re so shocked because you’ve only ever seen it soft and you knew it was big but not like this. “What? Are you surprised?” He asks in a teasing tone. “Nope. I’ve seen bigger.” You don’t know why you’re trying to make him mad. “Really now? Let me put it in you and you tell me if you’ve felt bigger.” He strokes his dick a few times with his big hand, using his saliva as lube and he watches as you touch yourself to the sight of him touching himself. “Fuck you’re so hot. Keep playing with yourself for me baby, I love watching you. But not as much as I’m gonna love being inside you.” He starts to walk towards you. Still sitting on the counter, you start to get nervous and he can see it on your face. “Are you okay?” He asks. “*sigh* listen we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I promise I’m not going to hurt you but the decision is ultimately yours to make.” You assure him that you want to do this and he gives you a passionate kiss. “Trust me okay?” You love him so much. You spread your legs open for him and still kissing, he lines his dick up with your entrance. He doesn’t put it in yet and just rubs it against you and as you’re nervously waiting for him to put it in, he doesn’t and you realize he’s teasing you. “Come on!” You say as you lightly hit him. He laughs and calls you cute.

He slowly starts to let himself in and you both let out a gasp. He keeps going deeper and deeper in you and halfway in, he asks if you’re okay. “Are you okay baby? Can I keep going?” You can barely speak at this point so you make a sound, giving him approval. As he keeps going, you’re holding on very tightly to him, in a hugging position and without even knowing, you start to scratch his muscular back, leaving marks. He looks to make sure you’re okay then starts to make a thrusting motion very slowly. “Fuck I feel so good inside you baby, this pussy is so good”. He pick up the pace a little, his thick cock stretching you out with each thrust. Your loud moans and scratches lets him know you feel good and it fuels his ego. He moans into your ear and speaks to you “do you like how good I make you feel? Tell me now if you’ve ever felt anything this big ”. “No i haven’t, I love it, fuck me harder.” You say in what barely sounds like English. “Now, that I can do. You’re going to have to be quiet for me though princess. Don’t forget we have neighbors and it’s very late”. He knows you’re not going to be quiet but he loves seeing you struggle to fulfill his command. He picks you up off the counter and off his dick. He lays you down on the kitchen floor and stands over you. “Look how wet my dick is because of you”. He gives it a few strokes then gets on his knees and onto the floor. He starts to eat your pussy again for a few minutes and he does not hold back. He sucks on your clit and starts to tongue fuck you. Everything you can possibly imagine is what he does to you with his mouth. When he’s satisfied, he comes up and lines his dick up, then thrusts in. He’s not very soft or slow this time. “Now I’m gonna show you what I can really do” he snarls. “Toji fuck you’re so good. I love you so much”. You’re not even thinking at this point, just saying what you feel. “I love you so much my love”. He says in response. “Please let me ruin you. I love you so much, let me give you all that I have. My body, my dick, everything that I have is all for you”. You never knew someone could be so romantic while fucking the sense out of you. Your moans are very loud and Toji starts to get loud too. “Didn’t I tell you to be quiet for me doll?” “I can’t!” You exclaim. “You’re supposed to do what I tell you” his thrusts get even deeper with that sentence. “Don’t make me have to punish you”. You still aren’t quiet. If anything, your moans get even louder.

After minutes of just getting stuffed with Toji’s cock, he says “Im getting close baby. This pussy is about to make me cum.” “Me too”. Toji is lying on top of you. Fucking you relentlessly and you’re so close to each other and it feels so intimate. You can’t help but be grateful for this moment and that you got to lose your virginity to your boyfriend. “I’m cumming on your dick” you exclaim. “Thats it princess. Cum for me. Show me how good I make you feel”. His thrusts start to get faster so you can tell he’s close too. “I’m gonna cum for you baby, I’m close, I’m so close”. In a swift movement, he pulls out of you and jerks himself off and in a few strokes, cum starts to shoot out onto your stomach. Between each stroke he gives himself, a loud “Fuck” comes out of his mouth as he continues to cum. He made sure every last drop got out and when he finished, he was spent. He layed on top of you breathing very hard and trying to recover. After a few moments he gets up to see you knocked out. You were immediately asleep. “Maybe I went too hard on her” he says as he carries you in his arms to get you cleaned up and ready for bed.

[luvfae]

I have a request for Thanos x Fem

Reader is the toxic red flag and ofc thanos is cause his thanos but reader is like 10 times worse and everyone can see it but him since his whipped- but then again his a shit human to.

Can be outside of games or in games up to you..

He low-key follows her around like a dog, and Nam gyu tries to help him see but thanos is a dumbass, addict and just wants HER so bad. No matter how bad she acts. (Not like his a saint 😭)

BLINDED

parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader

warnings: toxic situationship, swearing, mention of drugs

Thanos never understood when people told him he was being used. It didn’t compute. He had his own demons, his own issues, but when it came to you—there was no question in his mind. You were the only thing that made him feel anything, even if it was pain, even if it was constant chaos.

You were a toxic fucking mess, and everyone saw it. Everyone knew it. Hell, even Nam-Gyu, who didn’t care about much, could see you were playing him. But Thanos? He was blind to it. He couldn’t help but be obsessed with you. It was like his addiction, like the drugs he had been fighting off for years—except this time, you were the high. And it was getting worse.

You treated him like shit, and he loved it. Every time you tossed him aside, he came back crawling. Every insult, every time you pushed him away, it only fueled him more. He thought you were different. He thought you could be his, even if everyone else saw you as a trainwreck waiting to happen.

You didn’t need to try hard. You knew how to manipulate him with a smile, with a glance. You had him on a leash, even if you never fully acknowledged it. Every time you told him to leave you alone, every time you screamed at him, called him names, it was like a twisted form of foreplay. And somehow, he didn’t care.

When you looked at him, even if it was with disdain or contempt, it felt like validation. You could tell him he was worthless, make fun of his fucked-up past, but the way you said it, the way you touched him after, made it seem like you didn’t really mean it. At least, that’s what he told himself.

He’d follow you around like a lost puppy, watching from the shadows, waiting for a chance to make you see him the way he saw you—perfect, special, a bit broken, but just the way he liked it. If he could just prove his worth, maybe you’d stop treating him like trash.

You’d go out, meet guys, flirt openly in front of him, knowing it would drive him crazy, and he’d just stand there, swallowing his jealousy. He had no right to say anything, not after the way he had treated women in the past. You’d laugh in his face, brush him off, pretend he didn’t exist—but when you needed something, when you were feeling low, when you wanted attention, he was there. Always.

One night, after a particularly harsh encounter at a bar, you turned to him with that twisted little smirk on your face. “You know, I think you’re the only guy I know who doesn’t know when to quit,” you said, taking a drag from your cigarette. “God, you’re so pathetic.”

And yet, he loved it. The way you tested his patience, how you broke him down and built him up. It was sick. And he loved every minute of it. You were the high he couldn’t shake.

Meanwhile, Nam-Gyu watched this all unfold, and he couldn’t help but get frustrated with his friend. He had been with Thanos long enough to know that this wasn’t just some casual fling—this was a fucking mess. But Thanos, true to form, was too stubborn, too wrapped up in his feelings for you, to even see it.

One night, after watching Thanos trail after you at a club, following you from across the room like some lovesick dog, Nam-Gyu couldn’t keep his mouth shut any longer.

“You need to fucking wake up,” he snapped, grabbing Thanos by the arm and pulling him aside. “You can’t seriously be this fucking blind.”

Thanos just looked at him, confused, his expression so naive that it pissed Nam-Gyu off even more. “What the hell are you talking about?” Thanos muttered.

Nam-Gyu took a breath, trying to rein in his frustration. “You’re letting her walk all over you, man. And I don’t even understand how. She treats you like shit. You’re just another toy for her.”

Thanos shot him a defensive look. “You don’t get it, okay? She’s… different. She needs me.”

“No, Thanos,” Nam-Gyu hissed, staring him dead in the eye. “She doesn’t need you. She fucking uses you. You’re just a fucking idiot for thinking she’ll ever see you as anything more than a lapdog.”

Thanos didn’t respond right away. The words stung, but he was too far gone to process them properly. He shook his head. “She’s not like that. I know she’s fucked up, but I can fix her.”

“You can’t fix her,” Nam-Gyu snapped. “You’re not her fucking savior. You’re just a pawn in her game. She’ll leave you behind the minute she finds someone new to fuck around with. Wake the hell up.”

Thanos clenched his fists, his jaw grinding. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t care. He wasn’t going to lose you, no matter how badly you treated him. “I’ll take my chances,” he muttered, brushing past Nam-Gyu. “I’m not giving up on her.”

Nam-Gyu watched him go, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He couldn’t help but feel like a broken record, repeating himself over and over. But nothing ever got through to Thanos. Not when it came to you.

The next few weeks were just more of the same. Thanos kept following you around like a ghost, watching you from the shadows, hoping that if he just tried hard enough, you’d finally see him for what he wanted to be to you. He’d do anything for you. He’d put up with every insult, every moment of neglect, because somehow, in his messed-up mind, it was worth it.

Meanwhile, you had no problem letting him chase you. He was just another way to get attention, to have someone at your beck and call. When you wanted something—money, comfort, or just someone to fight your battles—you knew exactly who to call.

But when you didn’t need him? When you were out having fun with someone else? He was nothing but a ghost, a background character in your life that you didn’t give a second thought.

Still, no matter how bad you treated him, no matter how many times you pushed him away, Thanos stayed. He didn’t see it, but you had him wrapped around your finger—and you always would. You were the poison, and he was addicted. And no matter how many times Nam-Gyu tried to tell him, Thanos couldn’t break free. He didn’t want to.

[etherealval]

dating chris headcannons | a/n: these were actually so fun to write!! let me know if you guys want more :))

⭑𓂃 he’s the type to always have a hand on you, no matter what. whether it’s resting a hand on your thigh when you’re sitting together, intertwining your fingers absentmindedly, or draping an arm over your shoulders when you walk beside each other. he just likes the reassurance of your touch

⭑𓂃 he loves calling you “baby” more than your actual name. it just rolls off his tongue naturally, and half the time, he probably doesn’t even realize he’s saying it. “baby, pass me that?” , “baby, c’mere.” , “what are you doing all the way over there, baby?” he drags it out when he’s whining, murmurs it when he’s half-asleep, and says it so sweetly in passing that it makes your heart flutter every time.

⭑𓂃 he’s so dramatic about missing you, even if it’s only been a few hours. if you haven’t texted him back in a while, you’ll get something ridiculous like, “i’m wasting away over here, baby. do i even exist to you anymore?” he’ll call you just to sigh dramatically into the phone, groaning about how “life is so boring without you.” and when he finally sees you again, he makes a whole show of it, pulling you into a crushing hug, rocking you side to side, whispering, “never leave me again.”

⭑𓂃 he loves taking pictures of you, even when you’re not paying attention. his camera roll is full of you, some of them are cute, some of them are blurry mid-laugh, and some are just straight up ridiculous. he’s got a whole folder dedicated to candids of you, and he refuses to delete a single one. when he’s traveling without you, he scrolls through them just to feel close to you. and if you ever catch him taking one? he just smirks and says, “can’t help it, you’re my favorite view.”

⭑𓂃 he loves watching you get passionate about something. he could listen to you talk for hours, especially when you get really into it, whether it’s about a book, a movie, or some random niche topic you love. he’ll just sit back, watching you with this soft grin, nodding along, even if he has no clue what you’re saying. and when you realize you’ve been rambling and apologize, he shakes his head. “nah, baby, keep going. i love seeing you like this.”

⭑𓂃 he hypes you up like it’s his full time job. any outfit you wear? “damn, baby, you’re really gonna make everyone jealous today, huh?” any new project you take on? “they don’t even know how lucky they are to have you.” even if you’re just doing something simple, like making breakfast, he’s watching you like you just cured world hunger. “look at my girl, being all talented and shit.”

⭑𓂃 he randomly texts you the most unserious things. sometimes he sends cute messages, like “miss u, come over” or “thinking about u rn , just thought u should know.” but other times, it’s complete nonsense. “if i were a worm, would u still love me?” or “just saw a dog that reminded me of u.” and if you ever ignore him for too long, expect an “hello????? do u hate me now????” followed by an influx of dramatic emojis

⭑𓂃 he loves pulling you into his lap, just because. doesn’t matter if you’re in private or in a room full of people, he’ll pull you onto his lap the second he gets the chance. wrapping his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder, acting like he’s just getting comfortable, when really, he just wants to feel your hips against his. and if you so much as shift against him, he’ll exhale sharply, fingers digging into your hips as he mutters, “you tryna test me right now, baby?”

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[alba1221141]

Mary Janes

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

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Jinx

The whole damn week feels like I'm walking through some dreamscape, like I’m caught between the fragments of a memory I can’t quite reach, but it’s all so damn sweet. Y/N’s hand, her fingers threading through mine, is the only thing grounding me.

It’s like we’re both floating, but somehow still tethered to each other by something—something warm, something soft, something real.

Everyone knows.

Everyone fucking knows.

And it’s... It’s different now.

It’s freeing. Like there’s no more hiding, no more second-guessing every glance or touch. Like I can breathe, really breathe, without the weight of secrets pressing down on me.

I think it’s her laugh that gets to me the most. It's like everything good in the world wrapped up in the sound of it.

It’s a little quiet, like she’s still figuring out how to let herself be loud, but it’s still hers, and I can’t get enough of it.

And I—shit, I think I'm getting soft.

But when her eyes meet mine, I forget how to speak. There’s this look—this look she gives me, like she’s seeing me, all the way down to the fucked-up parts I keep buried. And she’s still here. She’s still mine.

My girl.

We’re in the library, of course, where it’s too quiet and too crowded all at once, but it doesn’t matter.

I’m leaning against a table, watching her as she flips through some bullshit textbook, and all I can think about is the way her lips curve when she reads, the way she chews on her pen like she’s too caught up in her thoughts to notice.

I lean in, my voice barely a whisper, but she hears it, always. “You look fucking cute when you concentrate,” I murmur, my fingers grazing her wrist. She jumps, startled, but then she smiles.

That smile. God, it lights me up from the inside out, and I can’t help but lean in to kiss her, right there in the middle of this boring-ass library.

When we break apart, she’s blushing, and I can’t help but chuckle at how easy it is to fluster her.

"Shut up," she mumbles, but her voice is all soft and sweet, and she’s looking down at her hands, still holding her damn textbook like it’s the most important thing in the room.

“No, really,” I press, “You’re all fucking cute and smart and perfect, and I can’t get enough of you.”

She ducks her head, but I can see her trying to fight the smile. And that—that—is all I need.

She’s here. We’re here. And it’s all soft kisses and stolen glances in between the chaos of school, like we’re living in a world where nothing else matters but the way our fingers fit together.

Y/N’s laughter bubbles up again, and I feel it in my chest, spreading like a fire I never want to put out. “I love you,” she says, like she’s telling me the weather, like it’s the simplest truth in the world.

And I—fuck, I think I’m a goner.

I’m grinning like an idiot, my heart still thudding in my chest from that last kiss, when a voice breaks through the bubble of my little world.

"Ugh. Are you two gonna be like this the whole fucking semester?"

I pull away from Y/N reluctantly, groaning as I look over to see Ekko standing there, arms crossed, smirking like he’s just caught us doing something criminal.

He leans against the bookshelf, raising an eyebrow at us both, clearly unimpressed.

“Oh, come on, Ekko,” I mutter, rolling my eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re still on that bitter, lonely shit.”

He gives me that look, the one that says he’s definitely judging us. "What? I'm just saying," he smirks, "You two are all over each other like some cheesy romance novel. Kinda hard to focus on my own shit with all the heart-eye emojis floating around."

Y/N, still blushing and a little awkward, shoots him a playful glare. "We’re allowed to be happy, Ekko," she says, her voice still carrying that soft, sweet undertone that somehow makes me want to protect her from everything, even Ekko’s mockery.

Ekko raises both hands in mock surrender. "I didn’t say you couldn’t be happy. I’m just saying, some of us enjoy a little less PDA and a little more actual work. You know, the kind of work that doesn’t involve adoring gazes."

“Bite me,” I say with a snort, crossing my arms and leaning back in my seat. "You wish you had someone to adore you like that, huh?"

Ekko chuckles, the sound low and easy, but it’s clear he’s not backing down. “Nah. I’m good. Can’t imagine the level of distraction that’d come with having someone cling to you like that. You two are practically glued at the fucking hip.”

Y/N shoots him a smile, her eyes dancing with that mischievous sparkle that makes me weak in the knees. "Jealous much?"

"Hardly." Ekko shrugs, but there's something almost soft about the way he looks at us, like he’s kinda... warming up to the idea that maybe, just maybe, we’re not total idiots for being like this.

"You two are disgustingly cute," he mutters with a half-grin before shaking his head. "Alright, alright, enjoy your little bubble. Just remember, not everyone’s here for your lovey-dovey bullshit."

Y/N and I share a glance, and I can see her trying not to laugh. I can feel her hand brush mine under the table, and I swear my heart skips a beat.

“I’ll make sure we keep it to a minimum for you,” I tease, winking at her.

“Yeah, sure,” she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Next time, we’ll tone down the heart-eye looks just for you, Ekko."

Ekko just rolls his eyes dramatically, but I can see the small, approving smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Whatever. You two keep me entertained. Now, back to pretending to do actual schoolwork."

With a final flick of his fingers, he turns and heads off down the aisle, leaving Y/N and me alone again, the tension between us still sweet and electric, like a live wire.

“I can’t believe he’s so rude,” she mutters, but there’s laughter in her voice.

I grin at her, watching her blush under my gaze again. "Don’t worry. He secretly loves it. And you know what? So do I."

She rolls her eyes, but I can see the little smile creeping back up. We’re back in our bubble again, and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Y/N

The changing room hums with a familiar rhythm, the sound of shoes tapping on the floor, the rustle of fabric, and the soft murmur of voices. It smells faintly of hairspray and sweat, a blend that’s almost comforting in its predictability. Yet, beneath the surface of my routine, I feel something stirring—something that isn’t quite as settled as I’d like it to be.

Cait’s voice slices through the air, a little sharper than usual, carrying a weight I hadn’t anticipated. “So, uh, you and... Jinx. You two really are serious, huh?”

I pause, fingers lingering on the edge of my cheer uniform as I look up. The room seems to still, just for a breath, as if waiting for me to answer. Her words are heavy, but there’s something underneath them—a hesitance, a hesitation I can’t quite place.

And in that moment, I feel the tug of something—protectiveness, maybe? Or worry?

I nod slowly, my gaze dropping to the hem of my skirt, where the fabric feels too tight for comfort. “Yeah. We’re... figuring things out,” I say, my voice steady despite the uncertainty swirling inside me.

Mel, as always, is the voice of calm, her presence a quiet anchor in the storm. “Love is... unpredictable, isn’t it? It’s never quite what we expect, but maybe that’s the beauty of it,” she muses, her words flowing like a soft melody.

But Cait doesn’t seem convinced.

She shifts, a flicker of discomfort passing across her face. “I get it,” she says, but the weight of her voice makes it sound more like a question than a statement. “It’s just... Jinx? She’s... well, she’s different. I don’t know, Y/N. You’ve never really been the type to—”

I know where she’s going with this, and I brace myself. Cait’s protective, and I understand that. But sometimes it feels like she doesn’t see Jinx for who she really is. She sees the chaos, the unpredictability, but not the girl beneath it all—the girl I love.

“I can handle it,” I say, quieter this time, but firm. “I’m not... fragile, Cait.”

Mel’s soft laugh breaks the tension, like a delicate ripple across still water. “Perhaps we all have more strength than we give ourselves credit for.”

Cait sighs, her gaze drifting away as if weighing her thoughts. The moment lingers between us, heavy with unspoken words, until Cait speaks again, her voice softer now, almost tentative. “Okay, okay, I’m not trying to be a buzzkill... but, um, if you really want to show me that you’re serious about this... maybe we could go on a double date? With Vi.” Her eyes flick to mine, guarded but sincere. “If you’d like. No pressure.”

The offer hangs in the air, delicate and uncertain, like a fragile thread between us. I blink, caught off guard by the invitation. Cait... Cait wants to meet me halfway? Wants to understand, maybe? It feels strange, but in the best way possible.

I chew on my lip, my thoughts swirling like the shifting colors of the sky at dusk. “A double date?” I repeat, the words tasting strange on my tongue, as if I’m not quite sure what to make of them.

She shrugs, trying to mask her uncertainty with a nonchalant expression, but I see the way her fingers tug at her hair—a subtle sign of the nerves she’s trying to hide. “Yeah, well, if you want. It’s no big deal.”

Mel smiles softly, a gentle curve of her lips that speaks more than words ever could. “I think it’s a lovely idea, Y/N. A bit of time away from school, a chance to enjoy the simple things.”

“I’ll think about it,” I say, my voice softer than I intend, the words coming out with a careful hesitation. “Thanks, Cait. I’ll let you know.”

Cait doesn’t say anything, but I catch the flicker of something in her eyes—a softening, like she’s been waiting for me to say just that. She nods, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her lips, before turning back to adjust her uniform in front of the mirror.

Mel, always the voice of grace, adds in a tone that makes everything seem just a little bit brighter, “I think it’ll be lovely, Y/N. A new beginning, perhaps.”

And for a moment, just a fleeting moment, I believe her. I believe that maybe this is a step toward something more—something better. Something simple, something good.

As I take a quiet breath, the room falls into a comfortable rhythm again, the conversation flowing like a gentle stream. But something feels different now, lighter, as though the world is just a little bit easier to navigate.

Maybe it’s because for the first time in a while, I feel like everything might just be okay.

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Jinx

This place is way too fucking fancy.

Like, what the hell are we doing here? Some overpriced, candle-lit, soft jazz-playing, rich-people bullshit kinda place.

Everything smells like truffle oil and pretentiousness.

The waiter keeps calling me ma’am, and I want to sock him in the jaw just for that. But whatever. This is what we’re doing, apparently.

I tap my fingers on the edge of the table, pretending to study the fancy menu like I’m some sophisticated, high-society queen—except I’m not.

I’m just here because Y/N insisted, and Vi dragged me along. I was honestly just hoping for a cheeseburger, but no, I get this mess.

Truffle oil? What even is that? Sounds like something that should be illegal.

I glance over at Y/N, her face scrunched up like she’s pondering the meaning of life as she stares at the drink menu. Cute. I could literally eat her up right now—metaphorically, of course.

“Y/N,” I tease, voice low enough so only she hears, “If you order some fancy-ass drink with the word infusion in it, I’m gonna lose it. Just get a damn soda, toots”

She glances at me, her lips twitching into a smile like she can’t decide whether to roll her eyes or giggle.

God, I love that. It’s like she’s trying to be all refined, but she’s secretly a little freak with me.

Caitlyn’s over there with Vi, already in some boring conversation about the exquisite bouquet of whatever wine she’s pretending to care about.

Ugh.

Still can't stand Cait. I mean, yeah she is like one of my girls best friends so I do have to act civil, but god is it fucking painful.

Y/N lets out this little laugh when I fake-gag at Caitlyn and Vi’s conversation. I shoot her a wink, like yeah, you get it.

“Just promise me you won’t drink anything that tastes like nail polish remover,” I say, leaning over to whisper in her ear. “The waiter looks like he knows how to make that happen.”

She rolls her eyes at me, but I can see the slight amusement behind it. She knows what I’m about, even when I’m being all extra.

���Promise,” she says, her voice soft, and I’m pretty sure I could live in that sound forever.

Vi raises a brow, cutting into our bubble. “I think we’re all set,” she says, her tone a little more serious than usual. "Caitlyn, are we doing dessert?"

"Of course," Caitlyn responds, as if dessert is some fancy word for noble pursuit. "The tasting menu has a truffle mousse that pairs wonderfully with a Chardonnay."

I can't stop myself from snorting. "A mousse? What, they’re putting truffle oil in everything now? We can’t escape it." I glance at Caitlyn, giving her a playful side-eye. "Not even dessert’s safe, huh?"

She shoots me a look that would kill a lesser person, but I’m too quick for her. She doesn’t know how to handle me. Nobody does.

Vi chuckles, probably just to keep the peace. “I think it’s a good idea,” she says, nudging Caitlyn’s foot under the table. “We’ll be fine.”

Whatever.

Fine. If that’s how they wanna play it, I’ll just make sure Y/N’s enjoying herself. We don’t need fancy food or fake wine to have fun.

Cause as sappy as it sounds, we have eachother and that's all I need.

.˳·˖✶𓆩𓁺𓆪✶˖·˳.☁︎

authors note: this isn't the last chapter yet ;)

please like and reblog!

[corroded-hellfire]

Counter-offer: You tell us what you think each JQ character's wildest or weirdest kink is. 😉

Bless you for feeding into my rabidness 😈

Gonna do one for every JQ character I have watched (I know Johnny hasn’t really been revealed yet but I am a life long Johnny Storm fangirl so I’m projecting lmao)

Putting it under the cut because I may have gotten carried away

Eddie (if you’ve read my work this will come as no surprise) has a massive breeding kink. Just the thought of everyone knowing you let the freak knock you up drives him wild. He wants to fill you up and watch your belly grow to stake his claim. You let him put his dick in you and he’s gonna make damn sure that the world knows it.

Geta loves to degrade you but in the filthiest ways. It’s always how you’re such a dirty slut for him and how you’re just a hole for him to use whenever and wherever he wants. How you’ll do any and all depraved acts that he commands you to, not just because he’s your emperor, but because you are such a desperate whore

Eric is the subbiest of subs and needs constant praise. The man will get a hard on if you tell him that you like the choice of radio station he put on. The most mundane things, doesn’t matter. You think he did well? He was a good boy? Did a good job? He’s putty in your hands and practically sobbing already

Johnny loves to put on a good show. The idea of people seeing him fucking you drives him insane. He’s in the public eye so it isn’t hard for him to come up with ways to publicly claim you. Whether it’s fucking up against the windows in the Baxter Building (yeah, it’s a tall building but someone has to be looking up, right?) or parading you around town with your skin marked up or excessive groping so everyone can see how he and only he is allowed to touch you

Ralph has a mommy kink. Absolutely calls you “mommy” when you’re making him feel so fucking good. He’s embarrassed by it at first but he stops caring and eventually pleads for his mommy to take care of him and make him feel good.

Michael has such a corruption kink. It doesn’t matter if you’re an angelic school girl or already have rough edges to you—Michael is going to make you worse. Michael is going to do things to you that make you blush just by hearing about them. The way he can make you squirm and feel filthy has him almost coming just by thinking about it.

Tom always has to fuck you in front of a mirror. He needs you to see yourself being utterly used by him. It’s an obsession to see how he looks pounding into you at different angles.

Paul is obsessed with breath play. So much of his shitty life is out of his control, but with you? You breathe when he says you can. He loves to choke you and watch your eyes glass over from lack of air. Then he decides when to loosen his grip and let you breathe again.

Enjolras has the unfortunate affliction of insomnia, which has led to his somnophilia. He sees you laying there, so still and calm; your chest lightly rising and falling as you sleep and Enjolras can’t help but touch you. You’re so responsive even in your sleep that it becomes Enjolras’s favorite playtime.

Koner wants to be humiliated. He’s got this big important job as a guard and likes to act all tough, but when you get in bed with him at the end of the day he just wants to hear what a fucking loser he is and how he’s pathetic. He wants you to threaten to tell all your friends how he’s a worthless piece of shit.

Arthur loves to have his senses deprived. Blindfold? Fuck yes. Handcuffs? Hell yeah. Definitely some bondage usage as well, but it’s mostly the just blindly (pun intended) trusting the person he’s with by cutting off one or more senses completely.

[andiberzatto]

Random but imagine getting a "who ate all the pussy" hat as a gag gift for carm cus lord knows he's a munch

I feel like it would happen as a gag for the whole group. Like picture it’s Carmy’s gfs birthday so they go to the bar for her birthday. Her only request is that everyone has to wear a stupid embarrassing or silly hat or t-shirt in her honor for the night.

she has everyone pull her hat or shirt out of a gift bag one by one carmy goes first, she got him a hat what says “who ate all the pussy?” As a joke. But if you knew him in the bedroom it’s not a joke.

Carmy chuckles deeply, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reads the hat. He looks at you, his girlfriend, and winks even though he’s blushing profusely. He puts on the hat, the words "Who Ate All The Pussy" now proudly displayed on his forehead.

she laughs at his reaction, “thank you for being a good sport.” She says softly to Carm before turning to Richie, “Richie is next..” she points to Richie. Richie’s shirt says “do not for any reason at all give me a cigarette no matter what I say.”

Carmy throws his head back with a hearty laugh as Richie reads his shirt aloud, shrugging comically. "Damn, Richie, you couldn't even dodge that bullet, huh?" He teases, adjusting his own ridiculous hat. "Guess that means no smoking tonight, cousin."

she nods and points to Carmy’s sister sugar “sug your turn.”Sugar, Carmy's sarcastic and witty sister, pulls out her item - a bright pink t-shirt that reads "I bottom for love" with an arrow pointing downwards. She rolls her eyes dramatically but puts it on anyway, laughing.

she laughs softly and points to Sydney, Sydney, the reserved and mostly serious sous chef, pulls out her item - a hat that reads "Will Cook For Hugs" in cursive. she puts it on, looking somewhat embarrassed but playing along anyway. "You guys are sadists," she mumbles, crossing her arms.

she smiles “I think your hat is pretty tame compared to the group so far.” she points to Marcus. Marcus, the French pastry chef with a sharp wit, pulls out his shirt - a black one with bold white letters saying "and that’s on cream of mushroom soup" in comic sans. He smirks as everyone laughs. "Too true," He adds with a smirk. "Your turn, boss lady," He nods towards Carmy’s girlfriend.

she doesn’t know what hers says because she let carmy pick it out so she would be surprised, “Carm is it a hat or a shirt first?”

He smirks mischievously, holding up a brown paper bag. "You know I had to make it extra special for my queen... Shirt first." He hands her the bag, giving you a playful wink and biting his lower lip. "Don't hate me afterwards."

she laughs “I promise I can’t hate you if you’re wearing that hat for me. So I’ll wear this for you…”she pulls out the shirt first

He watches intently as you pull out the shirt, trying to keep his face neutral. Suddenly, a playful smirk tugs at his lips as he sees the shirt - black with bold white letters that reads "I Survived Carmy's Kitchen". He bursts out laughing. "Think it was pretty funny when I ordered it..”

she laughs, “oh I’m keeping this.” she puts it on immediately. And looks moves to grab the hat now

Everyone laughs as you put on the shirt. He watches your hands pick up the next bag, smirking. You pull out the hat - royal blue with white letters that read "The lochness monster taught me how to deep throat" - it seems you and carmy both thought of getting one another sexually embarrassing gag gift hats. Everyone cheers and laughs. "Damn right," Carmy nods and jokes.

she laughs and covers her face “okay now we all can go out drinkin!” she puts on the hat and takes a big selfie with the group everyone showing off their stupid hats and shit.

He wraps an arm around her shoulder, pulling her close as you all pose for the selfie. His hand squeezes her shoulder affectionately, his thumb brushing against her collarbone. After the photo, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to her temple. "Happy birthday sweet girl… thanks for the hat"

[natsredbra]

Blunt desires

a/n: I’ve been on such a Lottie and Nat streak lately it’s insaneeee. Like I need them carnally istg, so here’s a lil drabble (oneshot? idk)

summary: Exploring different types of highs together as stress relief

warnings: intox (weed), smut, bottom!L, strap referred to as cock, afab!r but no pronouns

It had been so chaotic lately, with finals, projects and whatnot- you could barely keep track. You and your girlfriend, Lottie, had been truly overwhelmed with it all and finally found a way to let it out.

With a playlist of some of your favorite wind-down songs in the background, the two of you passed a blunt back and forth, talking and ranting mindlessly about things that bothered you- or just random shit that came to mind.

“If I was an animal I’d definitely be a deer.” She said, resting her head on one of the throw pillows while staring at the ceiling.

“You so would.” You responded, your voice raspy from the ganja.

You could feel yourself finally relax, in both the drug, but mostly her presence. What good was a penthouse her dad payed for if she was never in it?

The more it went on, the dizzier and and more comfortable you got, and before you know it Lottie’s straddling your lap, taking another hit.

She drags her thumb across your bottom lip, gesturing to you to open your mouth. You followed suit, hers soon being on yours, blowing the smoke into your mouth. You happily took it, and as soon as you did, her lips traveled over your jawline, pressing wet, slow kisses all over it.

Poor thing probably doesn’t realize it, but she’s rocking her clothed center into yours the entire time, chasing the inevitable friction. Only does she realize what she’s doing when you grab ahold of her hips, grinding her down harder.

She stutters against your now marked up neck, letting out a low moan at the sensation. Lottie never was one to hide her pretty sounds. Not that you’d ever want her too.

“Please-“ She mumbles almost incoherently, now moving down to fully hump your thigh.

All she’s wearing is a big T-shirt that covers maybe half of her ass, and see-through baby pink panties. Said underwear was now soaked through, leaving a small stain on your sweatpants.

“Please what baby? What have we said about using your words?” You whispered teasingly in her ear as her head dropped to your shoulder.

“Mmph, just fuck me. I don’t wanna know anything but how your cock feels inside of me.” She mumbled against your skin, which ironically made your clit twitch a little. She was never as confident as she was when high.

It doesn’t help that her voice is so whiny and needy, almost making you surrender immediately. But hey- what is a good fuck without a whole lot of foreplay?

“Cum on my thigh first.” You said, as if you discovered warm water.

Not only did you hear, but you also felt her whine of frustration vibrating against you, as her movements got more frantic. Her legs tightened around your own, while she rocked her body with determination, that soon proved to be fruitless.

It was a sight to fucking cherish. Lottie Matthews, on your lap, humping you for dear life.

You let her use you fully, kiss you and grope you, but nothing seemed to be enough. Obviously, you sensed that, but god help you, you were gonna wait for her to beg and complain.

“I can’t- I need- need you inside me.” Lottie whimpered, to which you stilled her hips immediately.

It was too good to resist, really. She was too good to resist.

“Go bend over the table.” You told her.

She listened and obeyed right away, her legs slightly shaky as she went. God, she really was a needy mess whenever she was baked- worked wonders for you though.

In a matter of minutes, you were back, all strapped up to make her feel exactly the way she asked begged.

She looked back at you when she felt your presence, and you took the moment to ogle the darkening fabric on her crotch, and how it outlined her cunt perfectly. Your lips felt familiar on the column of her neck as you leaned down to shower it with kisses, slowly removing her panties and letting them drop to her feet. She let out a groan when she felt your shaft press against her sopping hole, inviting it more then ever. You stood back up, lining the tip up with her entrance, once again enchanted by the sight of her dripping pussy. Literally dripping, like onto the floor beneath you. You finally pushed yourself inside her, wasting no time to pump in and out of her with abandon.

Your hand found her hair, tangling in it as you pushed her head into the cold wood of the dining room table, your other hand trapping hers behind your back.

“You look so good, all spread out for me. Does it feel good, baby?” You asked breathlessly

“M-mmhmm.” Take that as a yes.

You loved moments like this, when she was putty in your hands, fully devoted to you. All she could do was let out high pitched moans and little pleads, she wasn’t even sure what she was pleading for.

She just knew how good she felt, and how close she was. Her sounds soon became frantic grunts as she fucked back onto you, drooling on the dinner table. God she was so fucking loud. You almost couldn’t hear the music over her, and it was so worth it, once she climaxed.

She also looked pathetic, really. Fully limp and at your mercy. In this position, you could practically do whatever you wanted to her and she’d thank you with her life.

Once she came down from her high, you released her hair and wrists, hoisting her up so that she faced you as she sat down.

She looked over your face blissfully, her skin flushed and lips plump as she pulled you into a searing, loving kiss.

“This was amazing.” Lottie whispered against your lips

“I’m very glad I was of service.” You responded sarcastically, which made you both chuckle.

“I need a bath. And a snack.” She said breathlessly, her forehead resting against yours

“Hm, go lay down for a few and I’ll take care of it, yeah?” You said, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek before going off to fulfill her requests.

[princess-of-the-corner]

Public Divorce AU - Early Timeline

(Note: I am reblogging most of these, tagged as “public divorce au”, if you need help finding them)

So, I was trying to puzzle out how this starts. I ended up looking up Paris school years, and it seems they start September 2nd-ish, and end around July 6th. So, for an early timeline, André finds out about the Lees in…let’s say, early to mid-June. Maybe even late May. Again, finds out about them, in just. The worst way you can imagine. So, the beginning of the Public Divorce shit happens while Cholé is still in school. & at first, it doesn’t actually involve her much? Like, she knows what’s happening and WHY, but André and Audrey are more focused on mudslinging at each other. It shows up on the news and stuff, but it’s all early days, so nothing is TOO crazy. Chloé is kind of watching from the sidelines, trying to figure out what to do. 

Around early July is when André suddenly remembers/gets reminded “Oh! We have a kid!” and starts using Chloé as a way to slander Audrey by pointing out what a shitty mother she was/is. This is also where Chloé starts realizing Audrey sucks, because André - despite everything else - is, ya know, right that Audrey is a shit mother here. Like, I’m not sure how to explain this properly? Cause from André’s perspective, it’s “convincing the world that Audrey is a terrible person to destroy her career”, while from Chloé’s perspective, it looks like her dad is almost…standing up for her?? Like, he may not be going around it the right way, but that’s what it feels like to her. So, at the beginning, she’s mostly on her dad’s side.

Then, the beginning of August is when André posts a younger Chloé’s breakdown to “prove” how awful Audrey is. Where he tries to gloss over this MASSIVE invasion of privacy and decency, pin the blame on Audrey, even though HE is the one who posted this footage. Who KEPT IT in the first place. This is where Chloé realizes her dad’s intentions have nothing to do with her. The only thing that matters is taking down Audrey, and Chloé is just a pawn in that scheme. This is where she basically stops going home, really. The hotel becomes a glorified closet. She’s staying at either Adrien’s or Sabrina’s, rarely going to the hotel. She’s switching between rage and tears, realizing that NEITHER of her parents actually care about her. That they most likely never have, that Chloé was always a pawn, or a doll, or whatever they needed to make them look good. It’s all Sabrina and Adrien can do to try and keep her head above water, cause fuck any adult trying to help right now, Chloé won’t let them close. The closest any adult can get to Chloé is (ironically) Gabriel or Roger, and they are both VERY OUT OF THEIR DEPTH.

(Roger is watching all of this with shock and disgust, cause say what you will about him, his biggest redeeming trait is loving his daughter fiercely, and despite not always succeeding, always doing his best to put Sabrina first. Watching André and Audrey use Chloé like this horrifies him.

Gabriel is staring at Audrey and André, getting an unnerving feeling he’s seeing a dark warning about his future.)

By the time school starts again, Chloé has settled into a bitter, numb acceptance. Her parents don’t care about her, why should she care about anything? Most of her classmates don’t recognize her - gone is the put together, fashionable, bratty Queen Bitch ™. In its place is an exhausted girl in mismatched hoodies and sweat pants, little to no makeup, who looks like she got dressed in the dark. Instead of Chloé strutting around, followed by ever-faithful Sabrina, it’s Sabrina taking the lead most of the time, making sure Chloé goes to class, does the work, eats lunch. Sabrina and Adrien both attempt to get Chloé to engage with ANYTHING - honestly, at this point, forget participating in things, they’re thrilled if they invite her to something and she SHOWS UP. The class is floundering, because it’s such a drastic change from even a month ago, they don’t know what to do.

On the flip side, this “Fuck it” attitude does have an effect, even when Chloé isn’t numb and tired. The moment Chloé gets even a SLIVER of motivation, heaven help you if you’re in her way. She is out of fucks to give, so will mow down anything between her and her goal.

It means, oddly enough, that she would be the most powerful Akuma, if Hawk Moth could catch her at the right time. Most of the time? Dull, numb, doesn’t care. Those moments of motivation? Emotion so intense it eclipses all of Paris.

-

I think the real fun part is that on top of this, Emilie has just gone missing.

Hell maybe that’s what uncovers the affair! When Gabriel reported Emilie missing(because he can’t say what really happened) the cops investigate and one uncovers Audrey’s second family while looking into people Emilie might have run away to but in this au the cop isn’t exactly discrete about this discovery!

(Also yeah I gotta. I gotta tag these.)

[thethunderbringerzeus]

((I saw the message about the hiatus, but I know i'll forget if I dont so i'm leaving this here for when you feel better, I just didn't want it to come off as if I were blatantly ignoring you!))

[A letter arrives, written in fancy caligraphy]

Dearest grandfather, King of Olympus, Lord of The Gods,

It is I, Theatrocles! I have a...favor to ask of you, and before you read on, please consider I am one of your only grandchildren who make an effort to talk to you and be nice to you!

You see I got into a nasty little fight with Selene, you know the moon goddess? The one who killed my father's lover, Ampelos?

Now i *know* my father used to go on and on about how Ampelos was better than Ganymede, so I'm sure there's a bit of animosity surrounding the whole...situation, but surely I am not to be lumped in with the people who cause such animosity! I wasn't even around during that transgression!

Now for my favor! And remember I have been nicer to you than most of your grandchildren, and even some of your actual kids! Could you make up some bullshit reason for Selene to leave Olympus for like, an hour? Pleeeeeease grandfather, she's threatening to CUT MY HAIR!!!!! THE WELL FROM WHICH MY POWERS AND INSPIRATION FLOWS!!!!!

With love, respect, and a heart of loyalty,

Theatrocles, Son Of Lord Dionysus, God of Theatrical Drama (and ass kissing. like seriously that sign off was SO obviously a suck up move. HES NOT EVEN A GOD HIS MOM IS ARIADNE?????)

((OOC: For context, hermes talks shit and adds insults onto Theatrocles's letters before sending them bc of an argument the two had. Theatrocles does not know)

OOC: You’re perfectly alright my friend. Still currently going through it, but I’m still up to respond. As for the context, it is very much appreciated

“Thank you, Hermes, for your commentary.”

*Zeus proceeded to read the letter, taking in the information as he let out a rumbling sigh, the sound much like distant thunder on the horizon.*

{The king of the gods own handwriting was in its own unique and neat calligraphy. The most notable feature being the larger letter at the beginning of each paragraph, stylized to look like the first line was an olive branch.}

Dear Theatrocles,

I would like to state that the situation between my son, your sire, Dionysus, and I have been working on our relationship. Kindly, please do not bring up the comparison of Ganymede and Ampelos again. It is something we are working on in private and I’d rather keep it that way. Especially since it is a sore spot for my Wife and I currently since we see Ganymede quite often due to him being my cupbearer.

Now, another thing, I must ask you to not put down my children again, or any of your cousins for that matter. They hold every right to feel and react to my actions as they wish. I will not shy from my past, but I will not stand for family putting each other down. Especially since I’ve been subject to uprisings before. Pray tell, do you remember how those went, dear grandchild of mine? Not well for my wife or brother, Poseidon. I highly recommend remembering that I am the strongest of my siblings.

He may be the earthshaker and my wife the queen, but I reign above them. I am the king of the gods. My power isn’t to be undermined, dear child.

As of the favor, send me to her. She has no reason to demand you to cut your hair from which you gain your power from.

-From,

Zeus Basileus

*Zeus hands the letter to Hermes with a hardened, but not unkind expression. A low sigh escaped his lips as he went to go check on his brothers in the meantime.*

Basileus is Zeus’ epithet meaning “King”. Made most sense other than his other epithet “Hypatus”/“Hypsistus” meaning “Supreme”. King felt more fitting for this though since he doesn’t tolerate any amount of potential hubris.

[messrsrarchives]

Heyy!

So I recently have been rlly getting into snupin and platonic snily and just overall marauders-era snape (this is purely because of you lmao you convinced me) and I’ve grown to love him, but I still cannot STAND golden trio era snape. And I was wondering, not how you justify what snape does as an adult and teacher (eg threatening to kill Neville’s toad, making fun of Hermione appearance, ruining Harry’s potions so he fails etc) but why you think he does those things. I get that he had a shitty upbringing and was bullied at school, but I just still can’t feel any sympathy towards that man as an adult. Like you’re telling me that Neville actually watched his parents being tortured in front of him by bellatrix (and even if he doesn’t remember it cause he was very young he has still heard all the stories and the prophet articles about it) and so it would make sense that she or Voldemort or the deatheaters were his boggart BUT IT WAS SNAPE!! His teacher! Someone he should be able to trust! And hes his biggest fear😭.

Sorry about my little snape rant, but what I’m wondering is why do you think he bullies children? I LOVE that he doesn’t fit into the Good Guys or Bad Guys like the rest of the characters in this universe but god I just hate that man😭 (again only as an adult - marauders era snape is my lil depressed baby)

OKAY SO!!!! what i love about snape is that he's an asshole. like there is NO justifying his behaviour and i love that??? i love that we have a character that deflects and doesn't become perfect because that's so unrealistic. snape to me is proof that you can be on the right side of history even if you're not an entirely good person, and that your base morals don't necessarily connect to You as a person

saying that, i do have some thoughts !

the big one you'll see around is that he has to be mean to keep his position as a double-spy underwraps but i don't think i like that one much. i think it's truly just Him, but i don't think it always was.

for me, i like to think of golden trio snape as a traumatised man, because that's what he is - he's guilt-ridden, traumatised, abused and BROKEN. marauders era snape? he had a reason to Try. so for me it's very much, who would he have been if lily lived???

i like to imagine that, yes, he isn't a great person naturally but maybe if lily were still here (his one and only friend and the only person that mattered to him and who he mattered to) he might have tried more to be better? he might have tried to change back to the nine year old boy he was when they met, rather than staying like this. but he's so full of grief and he's so traumatised and he's so ANGRY and he has no reason to change. to try. what's the point of trying to be better if the only person you want to prove yourself to, the only person you want to look at you and say, "there you are, you're still in there" isn't there to see it? he's stuck really. does it excuse it? no. does it erase his harm? no. but godddd does it make a good exploration of this man who has Potential. he Has his old self somewhere in there but he's too angry and grief filled and lost to even bother trying, so he just lets all of those emotions overpower him and he just leans into the anger.

the anger towards neville for me is "it could have been you" which is sick, right? it's sickkkk to hate a child for the fact they lived and weren't the chosen one but grief never makes sense. so he's just a piece of shit towards this child but we can understand Why. and then harry, obviously we know why. hermione for me is partly lily and partly the fact snape is just mean

he's mean! and he's angsty! and he's broken!

but he could have been So Different. but yk,,, what's the point?

he's never belonged anywhere, no one really trusts him, he has nothing and nobody, and he has no reason to try to better himself because there's nobody alive that would care if he did, or even simply believe it wasn't a trick. so he doesn't care. puts up his occlumency walls and blocks him old self out because What's The Point?

that's him for me. an ass who could've not been an ass but he has no reason to try to fix it so he just lets it happen and maybe if he can let out all of this anger, he won't feel it so much himself (spoiler alert: wrong).

i love golden trio snape because it's such a raw depiction of what abuse at a young age and yearsssss of trauma does to someone and his entireeee character in my mind is just,,,, if ONE thing was different? ONE thing? then he could have been too. but nothing changed and nothing ever will change so you just have this character that you understand so much and you can see why he's the way he is but at the end of the day it just narrows down to him Not Trying. and that's heartbreaking. because he could have been different if he wanted to, but he didn't want to. what's the point?

(insert here: snupin and a reason to Try and boom, an exploration of who adult snape could be if he had someone there that made him want to Be Better)

[roylustang]

God dirty keith sounds so hot.

😂😂 bro tell me about it. Keith’s going fully feral in the desert completely isolated from everyone. He has a limited water supply and the last thing he’s gonna use it on is bathing—and it’s not like it matters anyway, there’s no one around to see him or interact with. Similarly he just can’t be bothered most of the time. He’s either too devastated by grief to think of cleaning (anything, including himself) or too manic with trying to puzzle out the whole Energy business for it to cross his mind. He’s spending all his time outside/in caves and he’s basically just living in dirt and eventually it just kind of sticks to him and won’t leave. Also it’s hot out and when he sweats you can see the streak of dirt it leaves on his skin. He brushes his hands off when touching things (esp paper) leaves dirty fingerprints but it never /really/ comes off. Probably at best he showers during monsoon season and just stands out in the thunderstorms, but even towards the end of the season there’s still always a little left behind. The shack itself really isn’t much better, and he’s obviously tracking more inside. He couldn’t get away from it even if he tried so he just doesn’t bother with it. Gets used to it. The first time he takes a real shower again against the white tiles of the castles bathrooms he’s amazed at just how dirty the water running off him is. And this continues for multiple showers. He’s a working boy (or a depressed one) and it shows.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x female reader. smut, pwp. age gap (reader early 20’s, gojo early 30’s). possessive. talks of marriage. unprotected. breēding kink; crēampies. jealousy. pregnancy kink? reader gets called ‘baby, sweetheart, mama’ not proofread; excuse the grammar. wc: 1.7k

“look at that, baby,” satoru coos as he watches the golden necklace bounce around your collarbone with each wet thrust. it’s a 24k pure gold necklace he purchased just today, with his initials on it.

something inside him stirred the moment he put it on you. satoru couln’t help himself from pinning you to the couch and claiming you as his own for the nth time. it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks you; it’s never enough.

the letters ‘sg’ are shimmering under the light of the living room. the older man is grinning from ear to ear, nearly cumming from the sight of you wearing that necklace alone. it’s a sign of possession to him. you’re his—you’re only his. he’s the only one who can touch you like this.

“shit, ‘t makes me wanna put a ring on it,” satoru hisses, one of his hands pressing down on your lower tummy. you gasp and clutch at his broad back, nails digging into his flesh quite painfully. “i think i’d engrave my initials on the inside of the ring too, what do ya think?”

each word is punctuated with a thrust. his hips are non-stop ramming into yours, claiming even the deepest spots of your body beneath him. he leans down to trail kisses down your sensitive neck, eliciting a couple whines from your lips.

“d’y wanna get married, sweetheart?” the sudden proposal takes you off guard. you can’t believe satoru would ask such a thing while being balls deep inside you. you’re blabbering nonsense, your voice muffled due to the saliva building up in your mouth.

“m— married? babe, are you ser-” your question is left unanswered as your boyfriend kisses your plump lips. he switches to a slow and gentle pace, grinding into your needy cunt until it leaves you shaking. his fingers play with the golden jewelry around your neck.

a necklace will do. as long as you’ll wear that accessory from this day forward, he’ll be satisfied. the urge to make you his forever partner could be satiated. for now, that is. he knows you still have a bright future ahead of you, like getting your degree and first ever proper job.

“let’s have you finish university first, yeah?” satoru smiles down at you after detaching his lips from yours. he watches the string of saliva hang between your mouths, giving a short hum once it snaps. his big hand slithers down to cup your breast and knead it, kissing your nipple whilst holding eye contact, “i can wait for you.”

satoru sighs as he rolls his tongue around your hardened nipple. he’s drooling over your breasts, a drunken glint in his eyes. he’s so obsessed with you to the point that he’d marry you right now if he could. that proposal wasn’t a joke—but he figured that it also wasn’t the smartest.

he’ll give you a proper and serious proposal one day. though, now you know for sure that he’s gotten into this relationship with the thought of actually marrying you.

“but i also—fuck—can’t wait,” satoru whines, feeling your walls clamp down on his thick cock. his dick is pulsing with need, exploring your squishy insides while his balls prepare to release all semen stored right into your fertile womb. even if you may take a pill to get rid of any unwanted consequences, the thought of seeing your tummy swell with his child is making the older man go insane.

satoru buries his face between your breasts and breathes heavily against your sweaty skin. his hips move with renewed vigour, his energy never depleting when it comes to pleasuring you, “wanna make you my wife ‘n breed this pretty pussy.”

you moan repeatedly, unable to stop yourself. especially after satoru frantically spews such lewd words. he’s getting lost in your cunt and the way it’s swallowing him in—into your pretty pussy that he owns. his pussy.

“wanna be your wife so bad, ‘toru,” you hiccup, nearly crying from the intense pleasure. you’d love to be satoru’s wife. he already treats you so well while you’re his girlfriend, you can’t imagine how much better it’s going to get once you’re officially his. your stomach fills with butterflies at the thought of being able to call him your husband.

the white-haired man chuckles. his blue eyes stare down at you with nothing but love, “yeah? mh, i’ll treat you so well every single day. g’nna come home to you ‘n give you some proper loving.”

satoru can already imagine it. coming home to you after a long day of work, needing a quick release. seeing you greet him at the door will send him into a frenzy. especially if you’re wearing an apron—he’s a sucker for domestic stuff.

you, his wife, taking care of him after a rough day at work. . . it’s a dream come true. he’ll spoil you with materialistic gifts and his unending love so you’ll live a happy life.

oh, don’t get him started on kids. satoru ruts into you like his life depends on it, the hypnotising rhythm of your boobs jiggling in circles is making him drool. having a little family with you is his end goal. you’ll be such a good mother and he’ll be such an amazing dad; a perfect combination.

satoru can already picture the amount of times he’ll dump his cum inside of you, without any restrictions. without you taking a pill or him wrapping a condom around his dick. his libido is going to be at an all time high when the time comes.

even if satoru ages a bit, he’s sure that he’s going to be able to have sex with you non stop. you get him hard without fail every single time. you’re his everything—the apple of his eyes.

your lover nearly chokes on his own saliva. he pushes his cock in to the base, burying it as deep as possible. your fingers curl around the pillow you’re holding for support, your eyes rolling back. his pink tip hit the right spot. that sweet spot that makes you cum without fail.

satoru bites his bottom lip. the way he’s looking at you, with a possessive kind of love and lust, is simply too much. his oceanic eyes are glimmering with need. erotic images flash through his mind of him impregnating you, “going to put a baby into you as soon as you’re ready.”

your tummy fills with butterflies. the way he’s talking to you like you’re already a married couple is making your pussy even wetter than it already is. it’s like it’s begging satoru to give it to you already—to make it store all his cum.

his eyes roll back as he leans his forehead against your shoulder. he has to hold himself back from cumming too soon. he wants to cherish every second spent inside of your warm body. satoru attaches his lips to your breasts again, “mhhh, y’re gonna look so beautiful pregnant, mama. those tits of y’rs. . .”

his voice is barely audible because he’s busy sucking on your nipples. your boyfriend is imagining the pair growing with each semester, filling out perfectly to store milk for the baby.

satoru cannot wait to be the reason why your body will change so much. you’ll be even prettier than you already are, that he can tell already. he’s going to give you gifts every day, to thank you for carrying his child. he’s going to spoil you rotten because you deserve it and so much more.

he can’t wait for the married life with you. many men dread that life, but that’s not the case with satoru. every day of his married life will be spent with his wife—you—and the honeymoon phase will never end. ever.

satoru’s cock is twitching and begging for the much needed release. he pounds you into the couch until you’re screaming in pleasure, feeling him so deep inside you. he’s so big, he’s stretching you out so well to the point of no return. the older man grins at the sight of your already fucked out face, “cunt ‘s gonna be so swollen because of how much i’ll pleasure her—paint her all white with my cum.”

satoru’s nasty words are causing unspeakable things to your body. you’re on the brink of reaching that euphoric state. the dirty talk is too much to handle at this point. your limbs are tingling and your cunt is aching to be stuffed full of his hot semen.

“s-satoru, don’t say such stuff,” you comment in a shaky breath. your head is spinning and your hands desperately reach out to hold onto his shoulders, squeezing the skin. your hips are bucking up lightly, your clit bumping against satoru’s pelvic area with each thrust, “i’m gonna cum if you keep saying that.”

your lover’s grin widens even more. he knows you enjoy it when he whispers such dirty stuff in your ear. that’s mainly the reason why he does it. he’s talked you through multiple orgasms before—it’s quite easy to do so with his husky voice and manly touch.

“that’s fine, baby,” satoru coos and leaves one last, sloppy kiss on your nipple before leaning in to attach his lips to yours. his tongue swirls around yours as you share your spit, the mixture trickling down your chins.

his hips don’t stop. he positions his lower body in an angle that gets you screaming for mercy, which he won’t do. he craves to ruin you on his cock, to see you melt with pleasure underneath him.

“make a mess on my dick while i make a mess inside of you,” satoru encourages you which seals the deal. your body shakes as you feel the waves of pleasure run through your system. you can feel hot ropes of cum nestle deep inside of your cunt. your boyfriend shudders at the sensation and helps you ride your climax out.

he pushes in and back out a few times, lazily, his finger finding your clit to rub until you’ve calmed down. “good girl. y’ took all of it, hm? lovely,” satoru nearly collapses on top of you after the energy leaves his body, careful not to crush you underneath his weight.

he doesn’t bother to pull out. he keeps his cum plugged into you—relishing the moment of ecstasy. even if he can’t fully breed you now, he’ll wait until the day he can.

“i love you, wifey,” satoru kisses your temple, tiredly giggling at the nickname he gave you. in his mind, you are already his one and only woman.

his wife and partner for life.