#especially considering that he's looking at me in this pic...
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scarletiswailing347 · 2 years ago
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just finished reading delilah's statement, there was a lot of things in it that was either only tangentially related to the allegations or straight up unnecessary to put (in particular: putting in media references and cc metrics several times as flavor text, detailing the don turnt situation with no claims of whether or not permission was granted by the affected party, namedropping certain ccs who had nothing to do with the allegations, and putting the tweet and yearbook photo of one of the ppl who put forward that zam was a bully with no claims of whether or not permission was granted) which contributed a lot to the 47-page length
honestly so far what im getting is that there was a Lot of toxicity on multiple sides like not even just between zam and delilah
#tw abuse#there are multiple instances in particular that i wanted to get more context of#in particular how did zam go from telling delilah to khs to becoming her bestie??? and why did she call kab whos a 16 yo a worthless whore?#theres also several parts that made me think that her rep for jumping to conclusions isnt entirely unfounded#like you can excuse her mental state at the time for a lot of it but there are some that are just. where did you get that#i dont wanna reread the entire thing so ill just be citing that part at the end where she accused zam of not actually being in a bad mental#place and was just trying to manipulate her cause he was in vacation in nyc and was smiling in one of the pics is reaching#also hypocritical cause she was also in a bad mental place during twitchcon but was smiling happily in pics and videos#also dont like the fact that she put the yearbook photo there and the fact it was even posted publicly in the first place#it was probs for verification purposes but holy shit youre basically barely a step away from doxxing zam#apparently bormethius is putting out a statement so ill be waiting for that as well#fucken hell i get that delilah saw posting this publicly as necessary in order to get some kind of closure#but theres so many layers to this that airing this out to an uninvolved and contextless audience was only inevitably gonna make things wors#especially considering a lot of evidence has apparently been lost to deletion or the fact that they were done in vcs#but its too late for that now so i can only hope we get the full picture soon cause everybody involved looks so incredibly toxic#idk i just hope all parties involved will be able to move away from this and get better in the future#cause like theyre still young and immature man#(although the fact that theyre young and immature def contributed to how this even happened in the first place 💀)#with that being said#the drama channels are 100% in the wrong here#they like to present themselves as arbiters of truth but theyre nothing but glorified tabloids#allegations
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danysdaughter · 23 days ago
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bucky seeing p0rn for the first time after the dating apps don’t work out👀
I'm deadddd, this was so vague so I just ran with it
The Education Of James Buchanan Barnes
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pairing | post!tfatws!bucky x fem!reader
word count | 6.3k words
summary | when dating apps fail him and thirst traps become his downfall, bucky barnes finds himself spiraling down the internet’s most unholy rabbit hole—pornhub.
what starts as horrified research turns into full-blown obsession... especially when you, his sharp-tongued best friend, catch him red-handed and make very sure he lives out every filthy fantasy he’s been hiding.
tags | (18+) MDNI, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, face sitting, breeding kink dirty talk, roleplay mentions, overstimulation, sexual humor, porn discovery, reader catches bucky watching porn, friends to very horny lovers, reader is a menace, teasing, flustered bucky, dom!bucky, subtle power play, consent is sexy, reader rides his face, doggy style, missionary? i hardly know her, mutual pining (solved by porn), no use of y/n, reader is a problem and bucky loves it, aftercare.
a/n | yeah, I definitely went overboard with this. I hope you freaks enjoy this
taglist | if you wanna be added to my bucky barnes masterlist just add your username to my taglist
likes comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨✨
ᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ — ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ
divider by @cafekitsune
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You sipped your drink slowly, already biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing as Bucky glared into his beer like it had personally betrayed him.
“So,” Sam started, barely hiding his smirk. “How was the date with... what was her name again? Velvet? Vixen?”
“Vesper,” Bucky muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “And she asked if I’d be into choking her with my vibranium arm before we even finished our drinks.”
You snorted into your glass.
Sam leaned forward, grinning. “I mean... was she wrong?”
“Sam.” Bucky’s glare was instant, but mostly performative. “I just met her.”
You glanced at him over your glass, amused. “What app did you find this one on?”
He groaned. “The same one you said was ‘normal.’”
“No one said it was normal,” you said, raising a brow. “I said it was better than Tinder. That’s not a high bar.”
Bucky leaned back with a sigh, looking thoroughly done with the entire 21st century. “I miss when people met at soda shops and asked each other about their families instead of sending... pictures of their genitals.”
Sam barked a laugh. “Aw, poor Grandpa’s overwhelmed by the sex-positive future.”
“You know what’s not positive?” Bucky muttered. “The fact that I Googled ‘how to get back out of the dating app’ and it sent me to a subreddit with people just as confused as I am.”
You exchanged a look with Sam, both of you clearly enjoying this way too much.
“Have you... considered other ways to meet people?” you asked, trying not to grin. “Like not being a digital hermit?”
Bucky looked between the two of you, deadpan. “I’m this close to living in the jungle again.”
Sam raised his glass. “To Bucky Barnes, the only man who can bench-press a car but can’t survive Hinge.”
Bucky slammed his glass down—not hard, but with enough force to earn a side-eye from the bartender.
“I just don’t get it,” he muttered. “I’m trying to talk to these women like a normal person. I say, ‘Hi, how was your day?’ and one of them responds with—” he fumbled with his phone, squinting at the screen, “‘Send me a pic of the arm, baby, I wanna see what’s gonna rearrange my insides.’”
You choked.
Sam full-on cackled, grabbing his chest. “Wait—rearrange her insides? Yo, that’s poetry.”
“She sent a GIF after that,” Bucky went on, staring at the phone like it might explode. “A GIF. Of a hydraulic press crushing a watermelon. What does that mean?”
“I’m gonna die,” you wheezed, nearly spilling your drink. “She wants you to hydraulically press her coochie, Barnes. Come on.”
“I thought she was making a smoothie metaphor!” Bucky snapped. “And then another one asked if I was into CNC. I said I didn’t know what that meant, and she said ‘perfect.’”
Sam wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh my god—Bucky, you’re gonna end up in someone’s kink diary.”
“She sent me a TikTok about edging,” Bucky added, horror slowly overtaking his face. “I thought it was about gardening.”
You completely lost it, head in your arms on the table. “Please stop, I can’t breathe.”
Bucky scowled. “I’m serious! She said she wanted to edge me for hours, and I said that sounded peaceful, like a nice walk—and she sent back forty-seven emojis.”
Sam gasped between wheezes. “You’re getting sexted in hieroglyphics and you think it’s a hike, I’m begging you to never leave the house again.”
Bucky looked between you both, betrayal written across his face. “I survived Hydra. I survived seventy years of brainwashing. But I will not survive being called ‘daddy’ by a woman who lists her job as ‘freelance foot model and energy witch.’”
“Wait—did she have the crystals?” you asked, barely able to form the words.
He nodded grimly. “She said my aura was ‘screaming trauma kink.’”
Sam actually slid off the stool, wheezing on the floor.
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He shut the door behind him with a dull thunk, then stood there for a moment in the silence. The kind that pressed in around the edges when no one else was around. Just him, the creak of the old radiator, and the words “rearrange my insides” still echoing in his head like a ghost.
Bucky sighed, tossed his jacket onto the back of a chair, and walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge as if disappointment wouldn’t be waiting there too. One beer left. Great.
He grabbed it, popped the cap off with his metal hand, and made his way over to his laptop.
It sat there on the table like a challenge.
He opened it. The familiar whir kicked on. A sigh slipped through his teeth.
“I fought in two wars,” he muttered to himself. “Survived Hydra. Took down a helicarrier. But this? This is the real enemy.”
He hesitated, fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Then he typed:
"What does CNC mean?"
Enter.
He leaned forward slowly, reading the top search result. Then the second.
His eyebrows pulled together. His mouth fell open just slightly.
"...Consensual non-consent?"
He clicked the link. Read further.
He leaned back in his chair like he’d just been shot.
“Why—why would anyone want that?” he muttered, scandalized. “That’s just... that’s just assault with permission.”
Still, he didn’t close the tab.
He opened a new one instead.
"Edging meaning (not gardening)"
More links. More acronyms. More trauma.
His face contorted in quiet horror as he scanned descriptions, diagrams, tips and techniques.
His beer sat forgotten on the table.
Eventually, he clicked a link that just said “beginner’s guide to porn kinks.” It was a blog. Fairly clinical. Until it wasn’t.
Then he clicked another.
And another.
Until eventually he wound up on a site with thumbnails—little videos with previews. Titles he didn’t fully understand.
He stared at one.
A girl, on her knees, mouth open, eyes wide.
Title: “Training My Pretty Submissive Brat”
He blinked. Then hovered. Clicked.
The video loaded.
He sat still, very still, as it started playing.
And then...
“What the hell—” he whispered.
The guy was talking. Dirty. Commanding.
The girl was moaning like someone had just whispered state secrets in her ear. She was calling him sir. Begging. Crying out when he—
Bucky slammed the spacebar to pause the video, hand clenched on the table.
He stood. Paced.
‘I shouldn’t be watching this,’ he thought, running his hand through his hair. ‘This is wrong. This is not—that’s not—’
He looked back at the screen.
Unpaused.
A few seconds passed.
He sat again.
Watched. Silent. Rigid.
His jaw clenched. His eyes darted across the screen like he was scanning enemy movement.
Then his hand—his metal hand—tapped the edge of the keyboard.
Paused again.
His chest rose and fell.
“I mean… he’s not hurting her,” he thought. “She’s asking for it. She likes it.”
Beat.
“And she’s loud.”
He sat back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, glaring at the paused screen like it had insulted him personally.
Then he muttered, “Is that what people want now?”
He reopened the search bar.
"How to talk dirty in bed"
The search results hit him like a grenade.
By the third article, his ears were red. His fingers hovered over the trackpad like they didn’t know whether to scroll or just snap the whole laptop in half.
He clicked another video.
This one was slower. More intimate.
The woman straddled the guy’s lap, whispering in his ear. He growled something back, then pushed her down on the bed—
Bucky’s breath caught.
He didn’t even notice his hand moving under the table at first.
Didn’t notice the low groan that slipped from his throat when the man on screen said, “Good girl—just like that.”
He froze. Eyes wide. Mouth dry.
He swallowed hard.
“…I need another beer.”
But he didn’t move.
Didn’t stop watching.
Because something in him had been starved for this. For contact. For control. For someone wanting him, even in fantasy.
The next video autoplayed before he could stop it.
Another couple. This time, softer lighting. Moaning, whispered praise. Her back arched under his touch as he moved slow, deliberate, like every second was sacred.
Bucky swallowed hard.
He sat motionless for a full minute.
Then his hand drifted down.
Hesitant. Awkward.
He undid the button of his jeans, fingers brushing over the bulge in his briefs. The contact was enough to make his breath stutter.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
He shifted in his seat, pushed his jeans down just enough, and curled his hand around himself. Warm skin against cool air. His metal hand clenched uselessly on the table as the other moved slowly, uncertain.
The sounds from the video—soft, rhythmic, intimate—filled the room.
And Bucky gave in.
His eyes didn’t close. He watched—studied—the way the man touched her, held her, spoke to her like she was something precious and filthy all at once.
“Such a good girl,” the man murmured. “Taking all of me. Just like that.”
Bucky bit down on a groan, his hand moving faster now, hips twitching in his seat.
He imagined saying those words.
And then—
He imagined you.
Your voice, sharp and sarcastic, going breathy and soft when he touched you. Your legs around his waist. Your fingers in his hair. Your mouth whispering his name like it meant something.
And that thought—you, under him, with him—wrecked him.
He jerked harder, gritting his teeth, chest rising fast.
A low moan slipped out. Sharp. Uncontrolled.
His head fell back, eyes clenched shut as heat coiled in his gut. His body trembled.
One more stroke—
And he came.
Hard.
He let out a strangled noise, hips lifting off the couch, body seizing as white-hot pleasure shot through him. His hand slowed, milked every last pulse, until the aftershocks faded and all that was left was—
Silence. Reality. Shame.
His breath was harsh in his ears.
The screen was still playing.
The woman moaned, laughing, pulling the man closer.
Bucky stared. Then looked down.
At himself. At the mess.
At the way his hand was still wrapped around his cock, softening now, shame creeping in like a slow burn.
He let go like he’d been scalded.
The aftershocks hadn’t even faded before the guilt hit—cold and immediate.
Not from what he’d watched.
Not even from what he’d done.
But from who he’d seen in his mind while he did it.
You.
You, laughing beside him at the bar. You, rolling your eyes at his brooding. You, calling him “grandpa” and meaning it with affection.
You—beneath him, moaning, touching, giving yourself to him in the fantasy that had just ripped through his body.
His stomach twisted.
He yanked his pants back up, hands clumsy, face burning not with arousal now—but with shame.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pacing, one hand raking through his hair, the other clenching into a fist. “Fuck—what the hell’s wrong with me?”
You were his friend.
You were real.
And he’d just used the idea of you like… like some porn star on a screen.
His jaw tightened. He couldn’t look at the laptop. Couldn’t look at himself. He felt dirty—not because he’d touched himself, but because it felt like a betrayal. A violation of something pure.
He sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, head in his hands.
That hadn’t been just need.
That had been you.
And now he didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to look you in the eye again.
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A Few Weeks Later
There was a knock at the door.
Three knocks, then a pause.
Then two more.
“Come on, Barnes,” your voice called through the door. “I brought sacrificial offerings.”
Bucky hesitated.
He sat in the dark, boots still on, bruised knuckles resting against his knees. His hoodie clung to him, sweat-damp and rumpled, his mind still halfway in the mission, halfway in the same loop it had been stuck in for weeks.
But it was you.
He got up slowly and opened the door.
You stood there with a paper bag in one hand, a six-pack in the other, grinning like you had zero intention of leaving whether he wanted you to or not.
“You gonna let me in or should I start monologuing like a Bond villain?”
He stepped aside without a word.
You strolled in like you owned the place, already heading to the kitchen with practiced ease.
“Brought dumplings, noodles, and enough alcohol to bleach the taste of both from your soul,” you said, setting things down. “You looked like someone clubbed you with your own metal arm last mission, so—figured I’d play nurse. A sexy, underqualified nurse with boundary issues.”
Bucky closed the door quietly behind you.
“You’re not a nurse,” he muttered.
“Not with that attitude.”
You popped the beers open, handed him one, then flopped onto his couch like you lived there. Legs kicked up, food containers opened without ceremony, your usual grin in place.
He stood a few feet away, beer untouched in his hand.
He hadn’t seen you in weeks—not really. He’d ducked every casual run-in, bailed on team movie nights, even ghosted your texts under the excuse of "needing space." He figured you noticed.
You just hadn’t said anything.
Until now.
You eyed him, casually, between bites. “You gonna sit down or do I need to pull you onto the couch like a Victorian housewife?”
He sat. Slowly. Farther away than usual.
You noticed. Of course you did. But you didn’t call him on it.
Not yet.
Instead, you nudged a container toward him and said, “Eat, soldier. You look like a sad, haunted lumberjack.”
And still—he didn’t say a word.
Because all he could think about, sitting beside you again after a month of silence, was the way your mouth had looked in that fantasy.
The way your voice had sounded moaning his name.
The way he’d used the memory of your real, friendly, teasing self to—
He swallowed thickly.
You kept eating, casual, sharp, familiar.
Exactly how he remembered. Exactly what made it so much worse.
You wiped your fingers on a napkin, leaned back, and gave him a look.
“Alright. You look like you’re two seconds from overthinking yourself into an early grave. Movie time. Something with violence or explosions—your love language.”
Before he could protest, you were already standing and heading toward his desk.
“Wait—” he said, starting to rise, but too slow.
You flipped open his laptop. “Let’s see what Grandpa Barnes has in his—”
“Ah—ahh—yes, please—!”
The moaning hit like a tactical nuke.
You froze.
So did he.
Both of you staring wide-eyed at the screen as the speakers screamed filth into the otherwise silent apartment.
Bucky moved fast.
Too fast.
He lunged over the couch, hand outstretched like he was taking enemy fire.
You dodged.
Smooth, practiced. Years of training paying off.
“No—” he barked, face already crimson, “Please—don’t—!”
“Oh my god—” you laughed, holding the laptop just out of reach. “Is this—is this Pornhub? Are you seriously—you are! You’ve been watching porn, you absolute degenerate.”
He groaned, dragging his hand down his face, mortified.
“Please give me the laptop,” he said, voice low, wounded, like you were holding a hostage.
But you were already clicking the spacebar, pausing the video mid-thrust.
“Oooh,” you said, squinting at the tab title. “‘Brat tamer destroys needy sub’? This is what you’re into?” You looked at him, eyebrows raised. “Bucky.”
“Stop,” he muttered, pacing now, hands on his hips. “I was—researching.”
“Researching what? The anatomy of a throatfuck?” you said, howling with laughter. “Brat tamer—are you even on Tumblr, old man?”
He looked like he wanted the floor to open and consume him.
“Do you know how much I regret every decision that led to this moment?”
You hugged the laptop to your chest dramatically. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this. The secrets. The shame. The kinks.”
“Give. It. Back.”
“Nope. Not until we find out if you’ve got a whole ‘rough dom Bucky’ fantasy folder stashed somewhere. You into praise? Degradation? Impact play? Knife play?”
He growled.
Actually growled.
And for half a second, it stopped being funny.
Because the way his eyes locked on you?
That wasn’t embarrassment anymore.
That was heat. Low. Dangerous.
You grinned, too drunk on the chaos to stop.
“Come on, Barnes,” you said, laptop still clutched like a prize. “Own it. You like a little bratty backtalk? You want someone to whimper please while you tell her she’s being a bad girl?”
He was still pacing, but slower now. Controlled. Coiled.
You didn’t notice.
You were too busy poking the bear.
“Is that what you’re into?” you teased, stepping back. “All that repressed soldier shit finally coming out in dirty little commands and throat grips?”
His eyes met yours. Still embarrassed, sure. But behind it? Something sharper. Something hungry.
“Y’know,” you added, tone light, teasing, “I always pegged you as more of a soft dom. Gentle hands. Lots of praise. But this? This is dark. Kinda filthy. Kinda hot.”
That did it. He moved.
Fast.
Faster than he should’ve.
One second, you were smirking with the laptop; the next, it was out of your hands, clattering to the couch. You were against the wall, chest rising, his body a breath away from yours.
His hand planted next to your head.
His voice low. Controlled.
“Enough.”
You stared at him. The air was suddenly thick. Your heart thudded once, hard.
“You think this is a joke?” he asked, eyes burning into you.
Your mouth parted, but no sound came out.
“You think I don’t know you’ve been toying with me since the moment you walked in?”
That teasing smile faltered—just a little.
“You keep pushing,” he murmured, leaning in, breath brushing your jaw. “You laugh, you flirt, you play. But you don’t realize... I’ve thought about you. In ways I shouldn’t.”
You swallowed.
Hard.
“I know what I watched,” he went on, voice rough, low, dangerous. “I know who I imagined.”
Your breath caught.
His eyes dropped to your lips.
Then back up.
And when he spoke again, it wasn’t a threat.
It was a promise.
“You want to see what I’m into?”
You blinked up at him—cornered, caged—but not afraid.
Not even close. Your smile crept back, slower this time. Calculated.
“Oh,” you murmured, tone shifting. “You imagined me?”
Bucky’s jaw tightened.
His silence said everything.
You pushed your palms slowly against his chest, feeling the way his body tensed under your touch. Solid. Barely held together.
You leaned in, lips brushing just beneath his ear.
“So tell me,” you whispered, voice low and coaxing. “If you’ve already pictured it, Barnes... what did I look like?”
He exhaled harshly through his nose.
You didn’t stop.
“What was I doing?” you went on, dragging your fingers down the curve of his chest. “Was I on my knees? Bent over? Did I ride you while you begged for it?”
A choked sound left him—more breath than voice.
You smiled against his neck. “Or do you want to tell me what you were doing to me?”
His hands twitched at his sides.
You could feel it—the war inside him. Guilt, hunger, restraint. And under all of it, the ache.
“Go on, James,” you whispered, using his real name like a secret. “Tell me. What do you like?”
His head dropped forward, forehead nearly touching yours.
A beat passed.
Then another.
And then—
“I want you on top,” he breathed, voice ragged. “I want you to sit on my face and ride it until your legs give out.”
Your eyes fluttered closed for half a second.
That was not the answer you expected first.
His voice deepened, like now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop.
“I want you on your knees, begging. I want to fuck you from behind so deep you forget your own name. I want to feel you come around me and not stop. I want to stay inside you.”
His breath hitched. His hands were fisting at his sides.
“And when I’m done, when you can’t even move anymore—I want to come in you and keep coming until you’re full of me. Until it’s dripping out of you.”
Your thighs clenched instinctively.
Your nails curled tighter into his chest.
And your voice, still low, still teasing—but now breathy, just slightly—said:
“Damn, Barnes. That’s a whole lot of filth for someone who didn’t even know what edging was last month.”
Your last teasing whisper hadn’t even left your lips before Bucky moved.
One second you were pinned between him and the wall, and the next, his hands were on your hips, gripping tight. Then the ground disappeared beneath your feet.
You gasped as he lifted you—easily, effortlessly—hauling you against his chest like you weighed nothing.
“Jesus, Barnes—” you started, but his mouth was already on yours.
It wasn’t a kiss. It was a claim.
Hot, rough, needy—his lips crashed into yours with the force of every filthy thought, every sleepless night, every moment he’d spent imagining your mouth, your body, your sound. His teeth scraped your bottom lip. His tongue pushed past yours. There was no hesitation. Just heat.
You moaned into it, hands threading into his hair, pulling him closer even as he carried you down the hall.
Your back hit the wall once, then the doorframe, and then—
The bed.
He dropped you onto it like a man starved for touch. The mattress creaked beneath you, sheets rumpled and cool against your skin as you propped yourself up on your elbows, breathless and grinning.
Bucky stood at the edge of the bed, looking at you like you were his undoing.
You tilted your head, voice low and mocking.
“Is this the part where you get all commanding, Sergeant? Or are you gonna make me do the work?”
His jaw clenched. He stepped forward. Then dropped his weight onto the bed, climbing over you, hands already at your thighs, dragging you down the sheets toward him.
“I told you not to push,” he growled.
You smiled, voice syrup-sweet.
“And I told you I liked pushing.”
His hands slipped under your shirt, yanking it over your head in one smooth motion. Your bra was next, tossed aside without ceremony. He ducked down immediately, mouth hot against your collarbone, then lower—kissing, biting, devouring.
You gasped, head falling back as his mouth found your breast, tongue circling your nipple before he sucked it between his lips, hard.
And still—you teased.
“Careful, Barnes. Gonna make a mess before you even get inside me.”
He looked up at you.
Eyes wild, hungry, dark.
And then he dragged your jeans down—fast, rough, like he didn’t have the patience for anything else—and crawled up between your legs, pressing his body to yours until there was nothing between you anymore.
“Then shut up,” he growled, grinding against you, his cock thick and hard through his jeans.
“Make me,” you whispered, pulling him down by the collar.
And he did.
His mouth was everywhere—jaw, neck, breasts, stomach—kissing, biting, groaning like he couldn’t get enough, like he didn’t know where to start because he wanted all of you.
Then he pulled back, breathing hard, eyes raking over your body like a man finally allowed to look.
“Get up,” he rasped, voice dark and thick with want.
You blinked up at him, dazed and grinning. “What?”
He sat back on his heels, hands gripping your thighs.
“I said get up,” he repeated. “I want you on my face.”
Your breath caught.
Dead serious.
You didn’t question it. Didn’t tease.
Instead, your lips curved into a slow smile as you shifted, sitting up, climbing over him with fluid, easy confidence.
“As you wish, Sergeant.”
That name hit him like a punch to the chest.
His hands guided you—firm, reverent, needy—until your knees were braced on either side of his head, your body hovering just above his lips.
He looked up at you like a man who’d prayed for this moment.
And then?
He pulled you down.
No hesitation.
Just mouth.
Hot, wet, desperate—he groaned the second he tasted you, tongue already lapping through your folds, lips sealing around your clit like he was starving.
Your head tipped back with a sharp gasp, fingers flying into his hair as your hips bucked against his mouth.
“Fuck—Bucky—”
He growled in response, hands gripping your ass, holding you down, keeping you there.
You rocked against him instinctively, gasping as his tongue flicked and circled, licked and sucked. He was moaning into you, mumbling things you couldn’t even make out—except for one word that hit clear, over and over:
“Mine.”
You looked down at him, eyes wild, mouth open.
His eyes met yours.
Dark. Glazed. Possessed.
You could see the man he used to be—the soldier, the weapon—but right now?
Right now he was just yours.
And you were his.
You couldn’t stop moving.
Couldn’t stop grinding against his mouth, against his tongue, the pleasure slamming through you in waves, harder and sharper with every flick, every suck.
Bucky moaned beneath you, the sound filthy, shameless, needy—like your taste was saving him from something dark and deep and buried.
His hands held you tighter, guiding your hips as you rocked against his mouth, your thighs trembling around his head.
“Fuck—fuck—” you gasped, one hand gripping the headboard, the other buried in his thick, messy hair. “Don’t stop—don’t you dare stop—”
He didn’t.
If anything, he doubled down—lips sealing tighter, tongue working you harder, sloppier, his groans vibrating against your clit like a live wire.
He wanted this.
He wanted to suffocate on you, drown in you.
And you gave it to him.
Because when you looked down, saw those glassy, desperate blue eyes staring up at you, pleading for more, there was no holding back.
The coil snapped.
Your whole body locked as the orgasm ripped through you, sharp and searing, your hips jerking uncontrollably against his mouth.
“Bucky—” you cried, voice cracking, thighs clamping around his head as you came—hard.
He didn’t let go.
He held you there, arms wrapped around your thighs, mouth still working you through it, licking and sucking every shudder, every twitch, like it was a gift.
You collapsed forward, one hand braced on the headboard behind his head, the other still clutching his hair, your body wrecked, shaking, soaked.
And when you finally opened your eyes—chest heaving, heart pounding—you looked down at him.
His lips were wet, chin glistening, eyes blown wide with hunger.
He looked like he could live there. Like he’d happily die there.
And all he said, voice hoarse and full of worship:
“You taste like heaven.”
You were still trembling when he sat up behind you, hands stroking your thighs, your hips, slow and reverent like he needed to remember the feel of you.
“You good?” he rasped, voice wrecked from moaning into you.
You nodded, barely catching your breath, lips curving into a slow smile.
“Still waiting for that doggystyle fantasy to come true, Sergeant.”
That was all it took.
He growled low in his throat, grabbing your hips, flipping you effortlessly onto your stomach. Before you could even laugh, his hands slid under your body and lifted your hips high, chest pressed down into the mattress.
You moaned, the stretch in your spine perfect, delicious.
He leaned over you, his breath hot at your ear.
“This how you want it?”
You arched your back, ass pushing against him. “This is how you want it.”
He growled again—low, deep, possessive.
“Exactly how I want it.”
Then you felt him—his cock, thick and hot, dragging through your soaked folds, the head catching on your entrance.
He didn’t push in yet.
Just rubbed, slow, deliberate, teasing.
You whimpered, tried to push back.
He gripped your hips tighter.
“Not yet,” he murmured. “You’re gonna feel all of it.”
Then—he pushed in.
Slow at first, but deep, the stretch burning in the best way as he filled you, inch by thick, pulsing inch.
“Fuck—” you moaned, hands clutching the sheets as he bottomed out.
He held still once he was fully inside.
Like he was savoring it.
Like this—being buried in you, your body wrapped tight around his—was what he’d been starving for.
Then he moved.
Pulled out halfway.
And slammed back in.
You cried out, the sound muffled by the sheets as he started thrusting, each snap of his hips harder, deeper, rougher than the last.
His hands gripped your waist like you were his anchor.
His rhythm brutal, relentless.
He fucked you like he meant it—like he’d dreamed of this for weeks, like every fantasy had led to this.
You were gasping, moaning, clawing at the bed.
“Look at you,” he panted behind you. “So fucking tight—taking me so good.”
You couldn’t speak.
Could barely breathe.
And when his hand snaked around to rub your clit, you screamed his name.
He didn’t let up.
Just pounded into you harder, faster, until the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, filthy and loud and perfect.
He was so deep in you.
Deeper than anyone had ever been—physically, yes, but also fully. Like this was where he belonged. Like this was where you belonged.
His hips rolled, the angle perfect, his cock dragging against that sweet spot inside you with every rough, claiming thrust.
And his voice—low, wrecked, filthy—poured right into your ear.
“You like that, sweetheart?” he growled. “You like being on your knees for me?”
You whimpered, nodding, voice breathless.
“Yes, Bucky—fuck—so much.”
He leaned over you, chest flush to your back, still moving inside you—slow now, torturously deep, like he wanted to feel every pulse of you clenching around him.
“Yeah, you do,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear. “My good girl. So fuckin’ wet for me. You were dripping on my face—you know that?”
You moaned, your body shaking, ass pushing back into him.
“I saw you,” he said, his rhythm stuttering just to drag the next thrust out longer. “When I told you to sit on my face? You didn’t even hesitate. You just gave it to me.”
You gasped as his hand slid down your back, curving over your ass, squeezing.
“And now you’re letting me fuck you like this,” he went on. “Taking every inch like a good little cocksleeve. You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”
You shuddered, squeezing around him so tight he groaned.
“Yes,” you panted, shameless. “Fuck, Bucky—fill me up—please—I want it.”
He slammed into you harder, rhythm picking up again, fast and unforgiving.
“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s what I like. You begging. You dripping. You mine.”
You cried out, bracing yourself against the mattress as he drove into you faster now, hand slipping beneath to rub your clit again.
“Say it,” he hissed. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” you choked. “You, Bucky—I’m yours.”
He groaned deep in his throat, thrusts faltering for a beat like the words knocked something loose in him.
Then he grabbed your hair, gently but firm, pulling you up just enough to kiss your neck—bite it—then whisper:
“When I come, I’m gonna stay inside you. Gonna keep you full for hours. Walk around dripping with me.”
You whined, thighs shaking, the pressure building again—faster, sharper.
“Bucky—please—”
His voice was a growl, low and thick with promise.
“Come for me.”
And you did.
Hard.
Your whole body clenched around him, your scream muffled by the sheets as the orgasm ripped through you, sharp and messy, your walls fluttering around his cock.
Your moan was still echoing when he grabbed your waist, pulling you back—up, off the bed, into his lap.
You barely had time to gasp before you were straddling him, his chest pressed flush to your back, his mouth at your neck, and his cock still inside you.
“Not done,” he growled, arms locking around your waist. “Not until I come in you.”
Then he thrust up into you—hard, deep, devastating.
You cried out, your body already overstimulated, every thrust hitting that perfect spot inside you all over again. His hands were everywhere—gripping your hips, spreading your thighs wider, keeping you open for him as he pounded up from beneath you with bruising rhythm.
“Fuck—Bucky—” you whimpered, hands flying back to clutch at his hair, his shoulder, anything.
He was relentless.
Grunting with each thrust, hips snapping up into you, his breath ragged against your ear.
“Feel that?” he rasped. “How deep I am? How you’re still so fuckin’ tight?”
You nodded, moaning, body jerking with every thrust.
“You’re gonna take it,” he hissed. “Every drop. I’m not pullin’ out—you hear me? I’m comin’ inside you.”
“Yes,” you gasped, barely able to speak. “Please—Bucky—fill me up—”
He groaned, deeper than before, thrusts losing rhythm, his grip bruising on your hips as his body started to shake.
“Fuckfuckfuck—gonna come—”
One last thrust—brutal, final—and he buried himself in you, arms tightening, head thrown back as he came hard, deep inside you.
You felt it.
Hot.
Thick.
Flooding you as he groaned your name, holding you tight in his lap, still pulsing inside you.
And he didn’t let go.
Didn’t move.
Just stayed there—buried—chest rising against your back, his breath warm at your neck, whispering,
“You’re mine.”
You collapsed forward onto the bed, body still twitching with aftershocks, breath ragged and uneven. Bucky followed, slow and heavy, staying close, still inside you for a moment longer like he couldn’t stand to let you go just yet.
Eventually, he pulled out with a soft groan.
You whimpered at the loss, hips squirming on instinct.
He stayed behind you for a second, hovering—eyes locked on the way his release slowly dripped out of you, sliding between your thighs and onto the sheets.
You could feel him watching.
You tilted your head back with a lazy grin. “If you’re gonna stare like that, at least have the decency to offer a towel.”
He huffed a rough laugh—half-exhausted, half-stunned. “Sorry. Just... didn’t wanna forget what that looks like.”
You stretched like a cat, all smug satisfaction and afterglow. “Yeah, well. Take a picture next time, Barnes.”
He leaned down, kissed your shoulder—soft, slow, grateful—then flopped beside you, dragging the sheet up over your tangled bodies.
His arm wrapped around your waist, warm and heavy.
Neither of you spoke for a minute.
Just the sound of your breathing slowing. Your bodies cooling.
Then he murmured, voice quiet against your skin, “You’re in my head now.”
You smiled, eyes drifting shut.
“Good,” you whispered. “Took you long enough.”
You lay there, tangled together in the warm quiet, your body still thrumming, skin slick and flushed. Bucky’s arm was wrapped around your waist, his breath slow against the back of your neck, lips occasionally brushing your shoulder like he wasn’t even conscious of doing it.
You grinned.
Couldn’t help it.
“So…” you said, voice casual. “How long you been jerking off to me, Barnes?”
He froze.
You felt the heat bloom off him before he even said a word.
“Don’t.”
Your grin widened. “What? It’s a fair question. Based on how fast you devoured me, I’m guessing… at least a month?”
He groaned into your shoulder. “You’re the worst.”
“I’m right,” you countered. “Don’t think I didn’t catch the way you almost cried when I said ‘as you wish, Sergeant.’ You’ve been unwell.”
He muttered something unintelligible and buried his face in your neck.
You rolled to face him, propped on one elbow, smirking as you traced a line down his chest.
“So, tell me,” you purred. “Now that you’ve got a taste... what do you want to do to me next time?”
His throat bobbed.
You waited.
“I dunno,” he mumbled.
“Oh, you know.” Your nails lightly scratched his ribs. “Come on, be brave. Tell me.”
He grumbled. “You’re gonna use it against me.”
“Correct,” you said sweetly. “Now spill.”
He exhaled slowly, then muttered:
“...Sixty-nine.”
You grinned. “Classic. What else?”
He covered his eyes with one hand. “Breeding.”
Your eyebrows lifted, delight flashing in your eyes. “Oh? Really leaned into the ‘stuff me full, Sarge’ angle, huh?”
“Shut up.”
“I won’t, actually,” you laughed, leaning closer, lips brushing his ear. “Anything else you wanna act out, Barnes? Any other dirty little fantasies you been keeping locked up?”
He hesitated.
Longer this time.
Then—reluctantly, quietly:
“...Roleplay.”
You blinked.
Then broke into a slow, wicked grin. “Okay, now this I need to hear.”
“Nope,” he said immediately, trying to roll away. “That’s enough honesty for one night—”
You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips, pinning him down with a devilish smile. “Tell me if I need to show up next time in a pencil skirt and glasses, or if I should wear that SHIELD catsuit and call you ‘Sir.’”
His eyes snapped open.
And you knew.
You gasped. “Oh my god. You have a thing for the whole ‘secret agent mission gone sideways’ scenario, don’t you?”
He groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “Please stop.”
“You want me to cuff you to a chair and interrogate you,” you went on gleefully. “Or, wait—no—you want to interrogate me.”
“I’m begging.”
You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You want me in red lipstick and a wiretap, don’t you?”
“I’m never telling you anything again.”
You leaned down, lips brushing his.
“I’m gonna make all your little roleplay dreams come true,” you whispered.
“Kill me now,” he muttered.
“Nope. Gotta save your energy. You’re not done with me yet.”
You grinned, smug and sated, curling down against his chest, eyes closing as his arm wrapped around you again.
And beneath your cheek, you felt him smile.
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nekonaps0 · 26 days ago
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Hello ! Could you please write a reader who has a fashion style and personality similar to Regina George, but instead of being her being rude/manipulative, she is sassy with a flirty twist. (You can add any other traits you see fit)
Can you do the third years specifically? But you can do a part 1 and 2, adding the 1st and 2nd years, if you want ! ♡︎
Tysm !!
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Queen bee
✦fem!reader
✦characters: third years
✦Okay, giiirl… boy? Person? (Choose whatever you want) that idea was AH!! love it! I literally rewatched mean girls while I write this 🛐 (btw Im lazy and I have a LOT of requests so I only done 1 part of this)
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Trey Clover
Trey had seen confidence before but nothing like you. Sassy, well dressed, and fearless, you leaned against the doorway of Heartslabyul’s kitchen, arms crossed, lips glossy, and eyes glinting.
“Trey, sweetie,” you purred, “are you baking me something or am I the dessert today?”
He nearly dropped the tray of cupcakes.
“Y-You want one?” he offered, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.
You sauntered over, heels clicking.
“Sure, but I want you to feed it to me.”
Trey turned red faster than a strawberry tart, but you just winked and bit into the cupcake he nervously held out.
“Mmm… delicious!” you said, licking frosting from your lips. “You’re good with your hands. Noted.”
Trey gulped. He was in trouble.
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Cater Diamond
Cater loved attention but when you walked into a room, all eyes followed you instead. Your outfit? Iconic. Hair? Perfect. Attitude? Deliciously flirty.
“Cay-Cay~,” you said with a smirk, phone in hand. “Do you want a selfie with me or just a permanent place on my lock screen?”
Cater blinked, caught off guard and then laughed, tossing his arm around your waist.
“You are so my brand,” he whispered. “Bestie, lover, muse, you name it.”
You two became the power duo of NRC. Filters? Optional. Chemistry? Unstoppable.
“Kiss or kill, babe?” you whispered before a group pic.
“Can’t it be both?” Cater grinned.
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Leona Kingscholar
You strutted into the greenhouse in designer shades, miniskirt fluttering in the breeze. Leona cracked an eye open from where he was lounging, tail flicking.
“You come to nag me about skipping class or just to look pretty?”
“Why not both?” you replied, stepping over his legs to sit on his lap, completely unbothered. “You’re lucky I don’t charge you for being this close to perfection.”
Leona smirked, one brow raised.
“Tch. You’re all talk.”
“And you’re all bark, no bite,” you said, leaning in close enough to make him stiffen. “Unless you’re offering.”
His ears twitched. He was definitely intrigued.
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Vil Schoenheit
Vil had never met someone who could rival his style, until you walked into the room like it was a runway. Your walk? Perfection. Your hair? Shiny. Your confidence? Irresistible.
“Vil, darling,” you said, brushing past him. “Tell your fans to stop staring. It’s embarrassing for you.”
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow. “They might be staring at a fashion tragedy, not a triumph.”
You laughed, brushing a manicured finger under his chin.
“If this is a fashion war, sweetie… consider it a flirtation duel.”
He smirked. “Then be prepared to lose. Beautifully, of course.”
“Vil, I don’t lose.”
He fell in love instantly.
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Rook Hunt
Rook was fascinated. You were bold, confident, teasing, but never cruel. A temptress who knew her worth and wore it like perfume.
“Ah, my dear,” he murmured as you brushed past. “You move with such confidence, such divine mystery!”
“Mystery?” you said with a wicked smile. “No, honey. I am the revelation.”
You’d flirt, vanish, reappear with a killer outfit and a compliment that left him flustered.
“Trying to catch me, Rook?” you asked over your shoulder one day.
“Non, non,” he breathed, grinning. “I only chase what is worthy, and mon dieu, you are beyond.”
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Idia Shroud
Idia couldn’t deal. Every time you walked into a room, he either shut down or blue-screened. Especially when you leaned on his gaming chair and whispered:
“Idia, sweetie. You ever want a real-time romance route? I’m very hands on.”
“G-gwah?!?!”
You brought him food, adjusted his hoodie strings “because symmetry matters,” and used pet names that sent him into overheating loops.
“Your hair’s on fire, babe,” you teased.
“I-I-it’s n-not like that! it’s n-natural…just... emotional combustion—!!”
Still, he secretly saved your voice messages to listen to before bed. You were the only glitch he wanted.
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Malleus Draconia
Malleus was intrigued. Most people cowered. But you? You swanned into Diasomnia like you owned it.
“Tall, broody, mysterious,” you said, twirling a strand of your hair. “You’re practically begging for someone like me.”
“And what are you, may I ask?” he said, head tilted.
“The best thing that’s ever happened to you,” you winked.
You weren’t intimidated by his power. If anything, you matched it, one commanding presence to another. You brought him tiny gifts, flattered him shamelessly, and never once bowed your head.
“You are bold,” he murmured one day. “Unapologetically.”
“Damn right,” you replied, standing toe to toe with him. “And you love it.”
And he did.
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Lilia Vanrouge
Lilia met your sass with delight. He thought you were hilarious, stylish, and charming beyond belief.
“Oh my, aren’t you sparkly today?” he grinned.
“Please, old man. You’re lucky I let you walk beside me.”
“Oh-hoho~ Such a fire!”
He flirted back just as shamelessly, even trying to out-accessorize you (and often failing). You called him teasing names and he nearly choked on his smoothie.
He loved it. Every bit of it. The sass, the confidence, the control.
“I would be careful with my words darling,” he said dramatically one day, “I can be dangerous.” He grinned.
“Sweetheart,” you replied, twirling in your heels, “you are the one… who’s in danger.” You winked.
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formulaonecrumbs · 3 months ago
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Would you consider ‘little blood hurt nobody’ but with lando instead ? 🩷
don’t be sorry🩸
Lando Norris x reader
summary: reader unexpectedly gets her period during sex with lando. he helps her clean up and comforts her with warmth and softness.
warnings: BLOOD period talk, unexpected bleeding, gentle aftercare, soft smut (barely), fluff
A/N: don’t need to even consider baby, u ask and u shall receive. but thank u anon for the request!!!! low-key i forgot to add the cockwarming, IM SO SORRY especially if that’s what u wanted out of it. i hope u can enjoy soft gentle lando anyways. lovezzz uzzz ❤️
p.s. sorry for the no mood-board. i wasn’t quite sure what pics i would use + plus i got lazy :p
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it’s slow. it always is with him.
his hands are warm and steady, fingertips dragging down your sides as if he’s still learning the shape of you. like he’s trying to memorize it again tonight, just in case something changes. you love how he touches you—curious and reverent, like you’re something delicate and holy.
you’re already half-undressed when he settles between your thighs, kisses lazy and unhurried. the hotel room is dim, lit only by the bedside lamp and the soft glow from the city outside the window. his shirt’s already tossed on the floor, and his skin is warm when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
you’d been aching for him all day. something about the way he looked at you during breakfast, or the way his hand brushed against yours when he passed you a water bottle at the track. and now that he’s here—bare skin against yours, mouth at your neck, hands cradling your waist—it’s like your whole body sighs in relief.
you don’t even realize anything’s wrong until he’s almost all the way in.
you flinch.
just barely.
his head snaps up. “did i hurt you?”
“no,” you whisper quickly. “just—felt weird for a sec.”
his brows knit together. he pulls back slightly, still inside you but not moving, watching your face closely. “are you okay?”
you nod, even though something feels… off. your stomach’s been cramping a little today, but you thought it was just from walking around too much, the heat maybe. but now there’s a dull ache settling in your lower back, and something heavy in your gut that wasn’t there before.
you shift a little. that’s when you feel it.
shit.
you go still.
“wait—” you breathe, hands flat on his chest now, panicked.
lando freezes instantly. “what is it?”
you shake your head. “i—i think… fuck, i think i just got my period.”
he blinks. “now?”
“yeah,” you whisper, voice suddenly shaking. “just now.”
you try to sit up, heart already racing. “i didn’t know, i didn’t feel anything earlier, i’m sorry—”
he cups your face. “hey. stop. why are you apologizing?”
“because i just—ruined the whole mood, and the sheets, and—”
he’s already pulling out gently, helping you sit up properly without a word. when you glance down, there’s a little blood. not a lot. just enough to make your stomach twist with embarrassment.
but lando doesn’t even flinch. he grabs the edge of the comforter, tugging it aside, and then turns to you like it’s nothing.
“okay,” he says. “we’ll get you cleaned up, yeah?”
“lando—”
“baby.” he leans forward, presses a kiss to your temple. “it’s fine. i swear. just sit here a second.”
you’re quiet while he disappears into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and one of his shirts from your suitcase. he’s humming something under his breath when he comes back—so casual, like this is the most normal thing in the world.
he helps you clean up, his touch careful and gentle. when you try to apologize again, he just gives you this look. soft, steady.
“you think this changes anything?” he asks. “you think a little blood makes me want you less?”
your eyes sting a little.
“it’s not that,” you say softly. “it’s just… i was really looking forward to it. and now i feel gross.”
he frowns. “you’re not gross.”
you shrug helplessly, curling up on your side. “i just wanted to make you feel good.”
lando climbs in beside you, pulling you into his chest. “you do,” he says into your hair. “you always do. even when we’re not doing anything.”
you bury your face in his shoulder. “still feel kinda dumb.”
he kisses your forehead. “well, you’re not. and now you’re stuck with me cuddling you all night.”
you huff a laugh. “oh no, how will i survive.”
he pulls the blanket up around you both, fingers tracing soft circles into your back. “you okay now?”
“yeah,” you say quietly. “hurts a little. but i’m okay.”
he shifts slightly, tugs your leg over his hip, one of his arms slipping under your head like a pillow. “if you want to just stay like this,” he says, voice low, “you can. i’ve got you.”
you nod, eyes already heavy.
you fall asleep like that—warm, safe, and wrapped up in his arms, the weight of embarrassment gone.
THE END :>
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SCREAMS glamourmodel out partying with rafe🤭🤭
YES. (the way i have these pics on one of my pinterest boards)
Lights, Camera, Action!
Rafe Cameron x Glamourmodel!Reader
❀⋆.ೃ࿔ navigation. ❀⋆.ೃ࿔ masterlist.
warnings: smut. Exhbitionism (like fr). degradation. manhandling. p in v. dom / sub dynamics. pervs all around.
a/n: like this is legit exhibitionism and power dynamics
。𖦹°‧°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・
That’s definitely glamourmodel!reader and Rafe at one of his functions at Tannyhill. Let me elaborate…
“Keep showing your panties and shit, get your ass down!” He’d growl, coke drip irritating his sinuses and throat along with the reverb in his voice from reprimanding her. He knew that getting with a famous model meant the amount of attention that comes along with her would be excessive —but the way everyone around them is ogling her sweet self in her pretty, pink polka dotted dress makes him want to gouge their eyes out.
“Mhmm.. Rafey”, she’d whine with a pout on her full lips, makeup a mess and blowout falling from the damp humidity of the summer night and bodies surrounding them. Her cute pussy barely covered by her g-string as she dances on the outside-lounge table in their area. It’s one of her more modest dresses but the way she lets it lift up twist with her movements with no care for her assets showing is making Rafe’s possessiveness rear its ugly-head. Although she loved when he got like this.
“Ugh! Leave her alone, can’t even let her have fun. You’re such a loser!” Mocked Sarah who was dancing right along with her. The two girls fueled with liquid courage. In an equally skimpy outfit as she dances right along with her best friend. Both of them the stars of the party, always egging each other on to be as care free as they can be. It irks Rafe how much Sarah enables his girl but she quite frankly doesn’t give a fuck —y/n is way too sexy not to show herself off to the fullest extent. In fact they’d even considered getting Sarah into modeling with her too.
“Shut your bitch ass up, no one was talking to you,” Rafe bit back, reaching for his girl by the waist and tugging her down while she whined and moaned about how he’s ‘no fun.’ “Rafey —stop! Ugh, let me live!” She’d cry to him, pushing against him as he successfully manhandled her to his whim. Feeling him tug up the low cut of her dress while he pulled the ridden up skirt to cover her ass. “Shut up. Sick of you bouncing these fake tits around with your nipples showin’ and shit. Keep that shit for the magazines and shoots.” He’d grab her by the face, making her dazed eyes look into his while he scolded her. His stupid bunny, oh how he loves her.
If it weren’t for the line she’d taken earlier and the vodka she pounded back she doesn’t think she’d mind so much about her man being so controlling. She loves how possessive he is, makes her pussy wet when he gets so protective over her. But right now.. she wants to pick at his nerves and make him even angrier. She loves being a tease, especially with him.
“Thought you liked my tits, Hef paid a pretty penny for them.” She’d say with a mocking pout, bringing her french-tipped hands to rub her plump chest as she stared at him. “Don’t know why you’re so bothered, this is more than what I use to wear at the mansion parties.” She’d wrap her arms around his neck, pressing her chest to his while Rafe would pull her even closer, big hands trailing down her cinched waist to her perky ass —squeezing the globes in his palm as he smirked down at her.
“Fuck yeah, y’know I love ‘em. But they belong to me now —that old bastard can suck my fat dick.” He’d whisper with mocking; trailing his lips down her neck as he teased her wetness with the tips of his fingers. “What you’re talking about, hm? What did my little playmate get up to without me around?” His words are muffled by his trail of kisses down her neck. Bringing one hand to grope her chest while her hard nipples stabbed against his palm -encouraging her to continue with a hum. “Oh… you know.” She’d whisper in a daze from his touch. Letting him domineer her presence with his want and need for her.
“Walked around that place more than once with nothing but a pair of heels, and bunny ears on my head.” She’d moan out, head tilting back as she allowed him to mark her. His previous love-bites of ownership fading, and he’s determined to constantly leave them there so everyone around this damned island knows she’s taken for. His girl, his bunny, his playmate. His.
It takes him a minute to register her words; too entranced by her sweet-smelling perfume and smooth skin. Too entranced by her in general and the fact that he scored a fucking playmate! But when, what she said finally locked in his drug and lust infused, fuzzy brain —did his motions stop and his body stiffen. Pulling his head back quickly as his hand groping at her chest wrapped around her neck and squeezed the sides. Forcing her fluttering eyes to shoot open and look into his demeaning stare. His jaw ticked and lips pursed in displeasure. Bingo!
“The fuck, did you just say?” He’d accuse, his grip tightening on her throat. They’re lucky the other party-goers around them are too fucked up and preoccupied by other things. Sarah’s attention now focused on throwing her ass back to the thumping music while Top’ showers her in bills dramatically and Kelce talks up a girl they invited into their area. “You were what? Walking around with -with your pussy out for the whole world to see, huh? Fucking attention-whore.” He’d growl, tightening his grip and watching as her manicured hand came to scratch at his wrist. The playboy necklace against her chest taunting him with her reality before him.
“Yeah…” she’d choke out, her glossed lips twisting in a devious smirk. Her leg coming to wrap around his as she presses herself against him. Free hand coming down to run over the bulge in his khakis between their bodies as she lowers her eyes seductively. “Let some rockstars, and actors lick into my pussy with a crowd watching too.” She’d finalize. Watching as the heat in his eyes built up into an uncontrollable flame of anger, jealousy and lust. She wants to play games, fine —they can play.
Rafe loosens his hand on her throat, pushing her against one of the couches around them. Watching as she bounced on it with her legs open and the skirt of her dress flaring up. Her lace g-string and bottom of her tummy showing as she raised her arms above her head. Relaxing into the cushions with a triumphant smirk playing on her lips and eyes holding his —while she spreads her legs further. Rafe would just give her a daring smirk before he’d grab her by her waist, quickly turning her onto her knees with her upper half over the edge of the couch. Facing the patrons around them who were all in their own universe —well that was until…
Rip!
The sound of her thin dress getting ripped apart from the back as Rage pressed his bulge into her ass. Tearing the fabric from her body with a jagged line all the way up to the top. The flimsy thing falling open quickly and only hanging on by the straps from her arms. Pretty tits and body now on display as Rafe landed a firm smack on her bare ass, ripping her flimsy string of an underwear with no problem. The scene now catching attention from everyone around them as they started paying attention to what’s unfolding in front of them. Men and women alike ogling the model as she mewled and whined from Rafe’s manhandling. His large frame towering over her bent body on the couch —sexy lips twisted in a sultry purse as she looked over at him from her shoulder with pure lust in her eyes.
“Rafe what are you— Shut up.” Rafe would quickly shut up Sarah who was now watching the even unfold —trying to look away but the sight of her best friend looking like a wet dream even got her fantasizing (she won’t admit it yet, that she thinks of her sometimes late at night.) Topper lowering his unnecessary sunglasses as he let out a ‘yo!’ from the sight of his favorite playmate bent over naked in front of him. Kelce’s attention on the girl he was talking to now long gone as he took in the sight as well. Everyone around them watching Rafe dominate his girl with no care in the world except showing who she belonged too.
He’d wrap her hair around his wrist, tugging harshly and forcing her body to arch back and pull up with a harsh gasp falling from her lips. Her naked frame now completely on display for everyone around them —ripping the straps of her dress down her arms and letting it fall to her knees completely on the couch. People’s phones out and circling around them as their substance-induced perceptions readied for the show that was clearly about to start. Rafe’s body filling with immense satisfaction at his brazen display of ownership and the fact that she was allowing it. His little exhibitionist.
“See that, shit? How everyone’s looking at you, you love it huh? Love being a show-off, don’t you?” He’d whisper harshly against her ear, his body slightly bent over to do so —hand tightening his grip on her hair as her neck strained from the movement. Looking at the crowd with furrowed brows, sultry eyes and her lips in a sexy ‘o.’ Her body gleaming under the full moon and stars from the body glitter and oil she rubbed all over herself. Only thing on her body being her ‘Playmate of the Year’ bunny neckless and her cute white, stiletto-mules. Left ankle decorated with a pretty white-gold chain and dangly ‘R’ that Rafe had gotten her. The epitome of a sex goddess and showing off why she’s been ‘POTY’ so many times. Rafe was a lucky man that was forsure.
“Love it, love it so much daddy.” She’d whine sensually, moving her arms to hold onto the head of the couch in front of her; helping hold herself up so she can arch her ass higher against the bulge in his pants. Whining her hips as she left a wet mark against the khaki material. Rafe’s dick throbbing painfully and his mind ready to do something about it. Right here, right now. In front of everyone. Not giving a single fuck how scandalous this might be or how likely it is to end up on social media. She lives for that shit, he knows it. And he’d loved to be the lucky bastard who’s known for banging a playmate with a crowd. Her earlier words replaying in his head.
“Those motherfuckers may have licked into this sweet pussy,” he’d start, slightly moving his hips from her and bringing his free hand to fumble with his button and zipper. Preparing to free his cock as Sarah hauled Topper away from the scene; him complaining that he ‘wants to see the show’ as he keeps tilting his head back to look at the entertainment furthering from his vision from the tugging on his arm. Kelce and his girl watching the scene intently with pure curiosity and excitement.
“But y’know what daddy’s gon’ do right now, princess?” He finally freed his cock from the confinement of his shorts; the appendage painfully hard and leaking precum as he rubbed it up and down her soaking pussy. Prepared to complete his promise on pounding her in front of the crowd, murmurs of anticipation surrounding. The flashes from phones lighting them up as the music lowered slightly from the speakers.
Showtime!
“M’gonna fuck you right here, show everyone of these assholes how this shit right here,” He slipped the tip in slightly, her mouth dropping open in a long drawn whine as his head breached her entrance, “is mine.” The sting satisfying and her favorite feeling in the world. Not thinking anything but thoughts of his dick and needing to feel it spear her and ravage her insides. Her mean man, she loved when he got like this. Satisfied her efforts worked. More than ready to make him proud and show everyone how pretty she is when she gets fucked.
“Fuck —yeah..sloppy little pussy just takin’ me right in. Love this shit, baby.” He’d groan when his hips finally meet her ass, her eyes rolling back into her head as she begins circling her hips and bouncing slightly against him. Men and women alike around her giving soft words of encouragement and pushing her to give a good show. Rafe’s hand gripping the head of the couch right next to hers while the grip in her hair tightened even more. His lips still against her ear as he grinded deeply into her and felt her arousal begin dripping down his balls and wetting the cushion beneath them. Stupid slut, she’ll get what’s coming to her. With an almost evil smirk he stared into one of the cameras in front of them, head next to hers as he whispered in her ear once more…
“Smile for the cameras, little star. And be good for me, hm? Want this shit to get back to Hef.”
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a/n: i need some water. STAT! ugh! if you made it this far without getting embarrassed i hope you enjoy! :)
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K M S M A S T E R L I S T | <- P R E V I O U S | N E X T ->
✿ G E N R E ✿ she fell first, he fell harder | slice of life | drama
✿ P A I R I N G ✿ s1!rafe cameron x overthinking!reader (f)
✿ C O N T E N T W A R N I N G ✿ swearing, suggestive language & themes (especially coming from rafe), vomiting (non-graphic), description of a hangover, chat containing a poorly photoshopped pic of rafe's bruise, hints at reader thinking of rafe in a suggestive way (non-graphic), chat containing a thirst trap of kelce lmao (only upper body), slight homophobic remark made by rafe (character voice, not endorsed), poor reader putting herself in an awkward situation
✿ S U M M A R Y O F L A S T P A R T ✿ during a suggestive version of truth or dare, rafe stepped up for you, saving you from playing 7 minutes in heaven with the jock-asshole/perv chris reid. the game ended with rafe storming off after being punched in the face by chris. at 12am cara finally arrived, and you are chilling at the bar with topper, molly and rob (which you've lost interest in bc he kissed ruthie for her dare). kelce who'd been looking after rafe, called topper to bring some ice but cara suggested to send you instead. kelce accidentally locked you and rafe outside after he left to check on molly. you and rafe got into a heated argument but you both apologized to each other afterward. there's a seemingly close moment with you taking care of rafe's bruise and an maybe-almost-kiss that got interrupted by kelce and molly making out. you and rafe chilled the next few hours with cara and topper in the living room, and at 4am, you and cara decided to dip. you four hugged each other goodbye, and afterward, rafe found your forgotten bag. he thinks you left it on purpose for him to bring it to you the next day.
✿ W O R D C O U N T ✿ 7.2k+ (you guys said you liked longer chapters lolz)
✿ A / N ✿ first of all: i changed the pairing tag from introverted!reader to overthinking!reader because overthinking plays a much bigger role in the plot and her struggles. next: so thankful for all the sweet and supportive comments on the two party chapters, like i was so anxious about them but you guys made me feel like i chose the right direction for reader and rafe. and after this crazy-ass party, i felt like a little breather chapter was needed. well, not for reader exactly, bc this chapter’s slightly more suggestive than the others lolz. i tried to do my best considering i wrote this shit within two days lmao and the ending feels kinda sloppy but hope you guys enjoy anyway and pls lmk what you think <33
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W E E K O N E // S A T U R D A Y
Sweat, heat, and a pounding headache greeted you on this wonderful morning. The sun rays stabbed through your eyelids like little knives, and instead of birds chirping, there was just this obnoxious screeching noise outside. Your blanket was somehow twisted around your body like a boa constrictor getting ready to digest its prey.
In short: you felt absolutely miserable.
Great. I've got a fucking hangover.
With a heavy groan, you rolled over to escape the sunlight, but the movement stirred something awful in your stomach. You shot upright, hand flying to your buzzing skull, and stumbled out of bed while wrestling your way out of the blanket trap.
Eyes half-shut, you searched blindly for your door, using the doorframe for balance and the wall as your guide through the hallway. You tried your best to suppress the storm in your stomach, but just in time, you managed to flip the toilet lid open and basically threw yourself at it before puking your guts out.
Fuckkkk. No way you had gone that hard yesterday—wait no, today? Ugh, didn’t matter.
Oh wait, you had gone that hard.
You'd kicked the night off with some fat hits on Kelce’s strong-ass joint, then downed a bunch of beer pong cups, sipped on Rafe’s cursed JägerBull mix on the side, and later Topper’s shots and some sort of cocktails and just… shit.
Way too much, way too fast, way too mixed.
Still, you were pretty sure the real killer had been Rafe’s fucking insane JägerBull combo that had definitely been mixed like 60/40. Heavy on the Jäger.
My fucking fault for drinking that bitch in the first place.
Then again, how the fuck did Rafe even survive parties like this? Weed, coke, and alcohol? That sounded like a literal death wish.
But even trying to hold on to a thought hurt like hell. Your skull felt like it was vibrating in two directions at once.
Weakly, you finally managed to sit back, flushed the toilet (grimacing at how loud it sounded), and splashed some cold water on your face. It did something, at least. You didn’t feel quite as much like a dead fish anymore.
After a few silent minutes at the sink, you gathered enough strength to shuffle back into your room. Thankfully, your parents were already downstairs, so you didn’t have to face them like this.
You shut the door quietly behind you, opened every window to get rid of the suffocating air, and downed nearly the entire liter bottle of water from your nightstand in one go.
At least that took care of the fire in your throat.
Carefully, you laid back down, but the second you were flat on your back, your stomach protested again. Groaning, you sat up and leaned against the bed frame.
You tried to think about anything but the trainwreck your body was currently experiencing. So naturally, your thoughts went straight to the one topic that had been haunting you for years.
Rafe.
Images, moments, conversations—everything from last night, or maybe early this morning (whatever, who even knew), swirled around in your aching head.
How good he’d looked when he'd picked you up, his aquatic cologne that was just always lingering in the air around him, his boyish little chuckles whenever some stupid shit happened, that fucking HUG when you two had said goodbye.
Fuck. His warm body pressed against yours, arms wrapped around you exactly like you’d always imagined in your pre-bedtime scenarios, his scent a mix of weed, booze, and him, and JUST AHHHHHHHHHHH.
You couldn’t even process all that had gone down yesterday. Even if you wanted to, it was impossible. Way too much had happened. Too many highs and lows and crazy-ass moments. Ruthie, Chris, Rob, Molly and Kelce—MOLLY AND KELCE, HOLY SHIT—
I ACTUALLY DID IT.
You'd actually managed to match them up. Or, well, at the very least, they’d had a very fun night in Kelce’s room, soooo .... win?
And that wasn’t even the only duo you’d noticed. Topper and Cara too, like omgmgmgm, something was definitely going on between them. Their energy was so opposite: Cara had that bold, flirty, zero-fucks, ADHD vibe, and Topper was this thoughtful, sweet guy who weirdly balanced her out. And somehow... it worked.
Oh god, and then somehow Rob’s face popped into your head and your stomach flipped again. Not because of him, no—Rob was honestly a total sweetheart. Chill vibe, golden retriever energy, super respectful, and charming in the best way.
You’d definitely been into him. And maybe something could’ve happened, too. You'd been drunk enough, he'd been clearly giving you green lights, and for the first time ever, you'd actually felt comfortable enough around a guy for something to happen. Like you could've let your guard down with Rob and just go for it.
Maybe even something more than just a makeout hahaahah.
Yeah, maybe.
If it hadn’t been for Ruthie’s stupid-ass dare.
Like, sureee, everyone else had received wild dares but of course, she got the sweet little “kiss the perfect guy” assignment. That bitch 100% made that up.
But whatever. You couldn’t change any of it now (wow, did your brain just actually spit that thought out?). And honestly? You were lowkey glad things had gone down the way they had.
Because even if that brief setback had seemed like the universe playing a cruel joke on you, everything after had felt like an actual dream.
Still did.
That close moment with Rafe on the balcony—LIKE GIRL HOLY SHIT YOU’D ACTUALLY MADE A MOVE ON HIM. Okay, not like a move move, but like... stepping-out-of-your-bubble move.
Calling him out on his bullshit? Iconic. Delicious. But then you had the guts to go sit next to him, AND THEN YOU’D BASICALLY NURSED HIM.
AHHDJKWSNHFZIUFHVIJRVFDKUJGCHIF.
It all felt so fucking surreal, so fucking dreamlike and insane. And—
The biggest bomb just dropped in your brain: his almost-maybe-kiss.
That thing he'd done—that little look at your lips, that tiny lean-in, that moment of tension—LIKE WHAT.
Okay sure, you could argue that he'd just got distracted by Kelce and Molly practically going at it behind you and that’s why his body shifted a little bit. Made sense. But like, come on—it was the vibe. The moment. The close proximity.
AM I JUST BEING DELUSIONAL????!?!?
You had to text Cara. Like, right now (calling? absolutely not. Talking would probably explode your brain at this point).
Also, it was already almost noon, according to your phone screen. Damn.
And the first thing you saw?
Your open chat with Rafe.
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WHAT. THE. ACTUAL. FUCK.
You stared at the chat with wide eyes, completely speechless and bewildered. Because guess what? Funny thing: you had zero memory of this.
Not of Rafe texting you, not of you apparently changing his saved name. Not of you sending him a FUCKING DRUNK SELFIE (like what the hell was drunk-you even on??). Not of him sending one BACK??? Or—holy shit—of Rafe being that cheeky.
Seriously, what the fuck.
Why would he say he'd use your pic to—HELL NO.
Okay, sure. It had been obviously just some stupid nasty-ass joke on his part. You were used to that by now. But the thought that he might’ve actually did it to—NOPE. ABSOLUTELY NOT. HOLY SHIT.
He was just a dumbass who thought he was being funny and also he'd crashed with Topper at Kelce's, THERE’S NO WAY HE EVEN HAD THE CHANCE TO—NO, GIRL, STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT. OMGGGG.
You shook your head, eyes squinting shut in pain at your own thoughts, cheeks burning with the shame of even thinking in that direction.
The worst part? You should be weirded out by him saying stuff like this. If any other guy joked about getting off to a selfie of you? Immediate no. Just—ew, absolutely not. But coming from Rafe… shit, it made your heart race in a way that was seriously questionable and it just fueled your delusions (i need serious help).
Forcing yourself to look away from his pic—his poor face now branded with that awful bruise for the next few days or even weeks—you focused on his last messages.
Because HOW THE FUCK HAD HE TURNED SO SUGGESTIVE ALL OF A SUDDEN?
Sure, he'd made lots of sexual and suggestive remarks before but THIS? This clearly centered around you in a way that implied he would've been down to ... do stuff AND WHATTHEFUCK.
He'd probably been just too wasted and didn't notice what the fuck he'd been writing. But then again his spelling was completely fine OH GOD.
You sighed and stared at your screen, wondering if you should reply anything at all to these crazy last two messages. Timestamp said 4:30am. That was almost eight hours ago.
He was probably sitting on Kelce’s porch right now with Topper and Kelce—and maybe Molly (you were fully rooting for that Kelce x Molly ship, so fingers crossed)—nursing the hangover. Or maybe he’d already gone home. Or maybe he was still passed the hell out.
Who knew what kind of person Rafe Cameron was after a party.
Either he was completely wrecked and barely clinging to life, or he was one of those insufferable people who went on early morning jogs after a wild party and followed it up with a super nutritious breakfast.
No in-between.
Okay, whatever state he was in or wherever he was now, it still left you with the question: Leave the message on read or reply something?
You were kinda scared to do the latter, honestly. Because you were still clinging to the memory of last night—how you’d sat with him on the couch, him listening to you ramble about stuff you didn’t even remember anymore, and... god, his arms around you when you’d said goodbye, the warmth of his body.
IT STILL FELT LIKE SOME DISTANT DREAM.
And well, you didn’t wanna ruin that illusion with some stupid reply (aside from the fact that you didn't fucking know what one should reply to such messages in the first place).
Ugh. All of this was so... You didn’t even have words for it.
The party had shifted your entire dynamic somehow, and you had no idea what that meant. If it meant anything at all.
The worst part? Some part of you genuinely believed that last night had built a foundation. A little piece of something you could build on. For... whatever. Maybe a friendship, maybe—fuck, who knew.
It just didn’t feel like you were just project partners anymore. Not the kind of random school pair-up that’d be over next week with no strings attached.
You’d genuinely grown to like Kelce and Topper too—somehow they’d carved out a place in your heart. And Cara fit right into that little bubble as well. And—no, girl, don’t jinx it.
It is what it is, and right now it’s good. No thinking about what could be. Just be happy with how things are.
Whew.
This week... holy hell.
So much had happened in just five days. Emotionally exhausting, mentally draining. Your brain still hadn’t caught up with the fact that you’d somehow gotten this close to Rafe Cameron in such a short time.
Okay, not close close. But compared to doing absolutely NOTHING for seven years to get anywhere near your crush, this felt like a damn leap to Mars.
And right now? You should probably leap into the shower.
You were finally awake enough to notice the lovely scent of beer, weed, and sweat that had settled into your blanket. That thing definitely needed a wash.
But first, there was something more urgent:
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You didn’t give your brain enough time to process what your drunk self had actually got up to last night—aside from having zero shame, sending out random selfies, and apparently being tragically down bad for Rafe.
Nope. You just laid out some fresh clothes and slipped straight into the shower.
And not even a freezing McDonald’s Sprite or the first breeze of summer felt as good as that cleansing shower after such a crazy night.
Your hangover was still very much present, but at least you didn’t feel like a miserable hobo who’d passed out on empty beer bottles by the beach anymore.
The smell of lunch lingering in the hallway made your stomach grumble, and you were already looking forward to one of Mary’s delicious meals. She was such a sweetheart—sometimes it felt like her presence was more motherly than just a housekeeper’s.
The doorbell rang just as you were slipping into your underwear. Probably one of your dad’s private orders for his office.
You tossed the used bedsheets into the laundry basket, slid on your slippers, grabbed your phone, and padded down the stairs.
When you heard muffled voices coming from the living room, you didn’t think much of it. Maybe a colleague of your mom’s.
But when you reached the kitchen and realized who was actually in your house, every part of you froze. Even your heart seemed to stop for a second.
You stood still, not daring to move or make a sound, because apparently, Rafe fucking Cameron had decided to show up at your house on a Saturday afternoon. UNANNOUNCED. And apparently one of your parents had let him in—your dad, probably, since that’s who he seemed to be talking to.
Again. UNANNOUNCED.
You weren’t sure whether to be pissed off, overwhelmed, or excited because WHAT.
Very quietly, you moved toward the edge of the doorway, not daring to look into the living room—just listening.
“…that’s why warmth is better than a cold compress now. Helps with the hemorrhage,” your dad explained. “I’d offer you something for the pain, but I assume you drank last night?”
Seriously? Was your dad actually checking out Rafe’s bruise? Even on a day off from his doctor's office, the man worked.
AND THE CRAZY PART: It sounded like Rafe had actually let him.
“I did,” Rafe replied in a tone you’d never heard before.
“A beer to counter the hangover this morning?”
“Just water, sir.” SIR???
A quiet chuckle from your dad. “Responsible. Well, wait until the alcohol’s out of your system, then you can take an Ibuprofen. Eat something first and keep treating it with warmth over the next few days.”
“I will. Thank you.” Who the fuck was this polite guy?
“You’re welcome to join us for lunch,” your mom’s voice called out, and HELL NO, WHAT. “Mary cooked plenty.”
NONONONONONONONONONO.
You forced your feet to move and stepped casually into the living room (or at least you tried), immediately locking eyes with Rafe.
He was sitting in one of the armchairs, your dad on a stool next to him, a medical kit open on the coffee table. And your mom looked like she’d just gotten back from a business deal, still dressed in full professional attire.
The whole scene was so fucking weird. All of it.
“Oh, hi sweetheart, finally awake?” your mom greeted you with a warm smile. “I let Rafe in when I saw him at the door.”
SURE, MOM.
Rafe nodded with that charming smile of his (the bastard clearly spared from any hangover, of course). “Yeah, I was on my way home and thought I’d drop your bag off.”
MY—SHIT.
That hadn’t even occurred to you on the ride home with Cara. AND OF COURSE, out of all the shitty people at that crazy party, Rafe had found it. Now he probably really believed you left stuff around just so he’d chase after you.
It was the goddamn forgotten Apple Pencil all over again.
“I put it on the dresser in the hallway,” your mom added.
You gave a tight smile, feeling dumb in your stupid little outfit, still probably looking like hell despite your shower. “Thanks,” was all you managed to say, holding Rafe’s smug gaze with barely restrained inner chaos.
Somehow you felt cramped in your personal space, but somehow you didn’t even care because part of you was way too happy to see him again. Like, girl, chill out, it hadn’t even been ten hours since you’d last seen each other, BUT THEN AGAIN, NOT EVEN TEN HOURS AND HE’D DECIDED TO DROP BY.
He could’ve brought it tomorrow. Or on Monday. Or made you come pick it up.
But he hadn’t.
He came here of his own free will, and your brain didn’t dare to figure out why.
“Lunch is ready." Mary peeked in from the dining room with a sweet smile.
“Thank you, Mary. Take a break,” your mom replied before turning back to Rafe. “The offer still stands. You’re welcome to join us.”
NO HE ISN’T.
And this bastard had the audacity to flash a polite smile, all charm and sunshine. “That’s really kind of you, Mrs. Y/L/N, thank you, but I don't wanna bother you more than necessary .”
EXACTLY.
“You need a proper meal, boy,” your dad chimed in as he packed up his medical kit. “Your body needs electrolytes and vitamins after a night of drinking and a hit to the face like that. Didn’t your father teach you that?”
You expected Rafe to get all defensive at the mention of his dad like he always did, but all you saw was the slight tension in his jaw, the way his smile tightened for just a second before he replied, “Guess he never had to. I usually feel pretty good the next day.”
Your dad chuckled and snapped the case shut with a click, turning to Rafe. “Well, at least he taught you never to turn down a woman’s invitation, right?”
Rafe’s brows twitched, a flicker of hesitation in his eyes before he turned to your mom, a boyish smile forming on his face (there's no way that was actually Rafe).
“I guess lunch sounds great.”
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Gripping your fork, trying not to frown, you poked at your food. You could barely get the bites down, your stomach still on high alert, and you really didn’t want to bolt to the bathroom in front of everyone.
Well, maybe you did need to because fucking Rafe was having lunch with your parents. At your table. Like it was the most casual thing in the world FOR EVERYONE EXCEPT YOU APPARENTLY??!
Your parents had settled into their usual side of the table, and well, due to logical and spatial reasons, Rafe had taken the seat next to you and HNDJEWKBCHSKBCHSA IT WAS SO FUCKING WEIRD LIKE YOU COULDN’T EVEN PUT IT INTO WORDS.
It felt like a fucking alien was sitting at the table, but only you were aware of it, and it was just NO. You had honestly thought that after last night, being around Rafe wouldn't throw you off anymore, but this? THIS WAS WEIRD. JUST FUCKING WEIRD.
While your parents asked Rafe about his family, school, blah blah blah, there was this heavy, unspoken thing hanging in the air.
You NEVER brought boys home. You’d never even dated anyone before. And now suddenly some dude was sitting at the table with your family?!
And it was obvious what your parents were thinking. They knew you’d spent the last few days with Rafe, even if it was just for a school project. They knew he’d picked you up last night and that you'd come home late and JUST UGHHHHHHHH.
Let’s just face it: They probably thought something was going on between you and him. And the worst part? Judging by how smug and charming Rafe was acting, he was probably aware of it too.
You just wanted to crawl back upstairs and sleep off your hangover and wake up to find this was all just a stupid dream.
Everything about this was so embarrassing and uncomfortable. AND WHY DID YOUR PARENTS JUST WELCOME A BOY WITH A PALM-SIZED BRUISE ON HIS FACE LIKE IT WAS NOTHING???
Apparently YOU were the crazy one for freaking out.
“…so yeah, he seems pretty happy with his choice despite not being able to take it out properly yet,” Rafe finished telling your mom about his dad's opinion on the Grady White he’d bought from her.
Your mom nodded, smiling. "I’m glad to hear that. I assume business is going well, then, if he’s been that busy?"
"Yeah, he’s had a lot of meetings lately," Rafe said, pride in his voice. "Him and the mayor are working on a bunch of projects. Especially with the Gloaming right around the corner."
Ugh, please don't remind me of it.
The Gloaming was basically the fall version of Midsummers, introducing the new school year and celebrating the beauty of the season or some shit. Basically, another opportunity for Kooks to show off.
"Is that what you’re aiming for too?" your dad asked as he helped himself with another scoop of potatoes. "Real estate industry? Taking over Cameron Developments?"
Rafe lifted his chin and nodded. "It’s my dad’s legacy. Gotta keep that going."
Your dad chuckled softly. "Yeah, that’s true. Ward’s built something really big but I meant, is that what you want?"
That question seemed to throw Rafe off like he didn’t quite understand the question. You could see it in his profile—the slight shift in expression, unsure whether he should be defensive or play it cool.
Your mom seemed to notice it too, thank god. "It’s always just interesting to see the path kids choose," she said. "There’s nothing wrong with wanting to follow in your parents’ footsteps. I mean, I’d be thrilled if Y/N took over Y/L/N Yacht Sales someday," she added with a quick glance at you, chuckling, "but of course, I’d be just as happy if she found her own way, as long as it makes her happy."
Poor Rafe looked like he had a mini brain freeze. The overwhelm was written all over his face. Why? You had no clue. Maybe he really believed legacy was everything or some shit, and your mom had just casually called his whole existence into question.
Which, honestly? Made you suppress a smile. Because at least one woman had managed to shut him down.
If you’d said that to him, he probably would’ve snapped back, but here? In your family home? Talking to your parents? He kept it together. Even the dumbest guy on earth knew when to behave.
"Yeah, I guess," Rafe said at last, his voice a bit more distant now. "But this is the path I wanna choose. It’s what my dad always envisioned for me, and it’s what I want too. I’ve always been interested in finance and management stuff."
Boy, you’ve been dealing drugs, not running a corporate empire.
Your dad nodded, amused. "Then maybe you could help this one out a bit," he said, nodding toward you with a smile. "Her math and econ grades could use a bit of support."
Seriously?
You frowned, cheeks burning, and your heart skipped a beat as Rafe turned to you, his blue eyes locking onto yours with that teasing glint and a cocky smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, I noticed that too."
SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE.
Thankfully, you didn’t have to endure this much longer, because your mom had an upcoming client meeting, and with that, the world’s most uncomfortable lunch finally started to break apart.
"Alright, I have to get going," your mom said as everyone got up from the table. "It was lovely having you over, Rafe," she added while slinging her purse over her shoulder. "Are you staying a little longer or do you need to head out as well?"
PLEASE. OH MY HOLY FUCKING GOD.
Even Rafe seemed momentarily thrown. "I dunno, I—"
"None of my business," your mom said with a smile. "Say hi to Ward and Rose for me, okay? You’re always welcome here, by the way." CHILL THE FUCK OUT, MOM, OMG. "Have fun, you two."
And with that, she FINALLY left. Fucking hell.
Your dad left not long after too, off to meet some friends at the country club. He gave Rafe a handshake and a nod. "Like I said, warm compresses, drink plenty of water, maybe throw back an Ibuprofen if it gets too bad. Oh, and if it looks worse tomorrow or your jaw starts hurting, you should probably get it checked out. I’m off Sundays, but if you want to stop by, I’ll take another look.” He laughed. "Just… maybe pick a different kind of game next time."
Rafe just nodded with a smile. "Yes, thank you, sir."
And with that, your dad left you two standing alone in the hallway. The only sound left in the house was Mary clattering dishes in the kitchen.
Before Rafe could say anything stupid, or the two of you could fall into whatever weird post-lunch limbo this was, you looked him dead in the eye and said, “What the fuck did you tell him about your bruise?”
Rafe let out a surprised laugh. “What?”
“Yeah, I mean my dad’s chill, but he’s not that chill. He definitely asks questions,” you said, frowning. Because Rafe definitely looked like he’d been in a fight, and there’s no way your dad would just let a boy looking like that into his house without asking.
Rafe shrugged. “Told him some dudes wanted to play golf in Kelce’s backyard and one of them accidentally hit me in the face mid-swing.” Then this little shit grinned with the cockiest smirk on his dumb face. “Saw the golf bags in the garage and figured your dad would see a kindred spirit in me.”
That lying little motherfucker.
“So not only do you show up unannounced here, you also lie to my dad,” you said dryly. However, you were kinda impressed with how smooth that lie was.
Rafe raised his brows, clearly amused. “You’re pissed.”
Your brows twitched. “Well yeah, I don’t like it when people just show up without a heads-up.”
“Why? Did you need time to get dressed or something?” he shot back with a boyish smile, his gaze briefly flicking over you.
JESUS CHRIST.
“I feel like you actually want to get hit with a golf club,” you said.
Rafe chuckled. “Shit, no thanks. You already hit me twice last night.”
That pulled a smile from you. “Not sorry about that.”
“No, but you could at least thank me for bringing your bag,” he replied. “Drove all the way from Kelce’s just because you keep forgetting your stuff.”
Haha. So funny. Yes, we get it. Kelce lived basically next door and once again, Rafe had to run after you. This guy’s humor needed to be studied.
You frowned. “You had the privilege of eating dinner with us. I think that balances things out.”
That boyish little chuckle escaped his lips again. “Shit, you really don’t seem thrilled to have me here. Guess I must’ve misread your drunk little selfie.”
OKAY WHAT. BRO IS FLIRTING. LIKE 100%.
And the memory of you just earlier imagining him doing… things using your picture came back full force and OH MY GOD, NO NO NO STOP.
Your cheeks instantly warmed up, but you just stared at him, deadpan, refusing to think of him like that again. “I just would've appreciated it if you'd texted me you were coming. That’s all.”
“Of course,” he said, a little too innocently. “Just to be clear: you’re talking about me coming over, right?”
THIS NASTY GUY. WHAT EVEN.
You blinked at him with parted lips, absolutely in disbelief, and EMBARRASSED TO HELL LIKE WHAT WAS UP WITH HIM ALL OF A SUDDEN.
“What are you, twelve?” you asked, frowning and doing your best not to sound like an awkward gremlin.
But this guy was clearly in the best mood, and judging by his pupils, he wasn’t even high. “Shit, I’m not the one getting flustered over adult stuff.”
Nope. You’d had enough of him thinking you were some awkward virgin in need of "getting laid" or whatever late-puberty nonsense was happening in his head.
“Okay, so did you just come here to throw around immature jokes or…?”
Rafe chuckled and scratched his chin. “I don’t know. I mean, I’m already here, so… maybe we could finally finish that project?”
HUH.
Okay, the universe had to have shifted, because Rafe Cameron suggesting to do SCHOOL WORK on a SATURDAY?
The end was near.
“What?” Rafe asked, clearly amused by the way you were staring at him like he just announced aliens had invaded Earth.
You shook your head, a little thrown off. “I—nothing. It’s just, we can’t really keep working without the copies of the collage cutouts.”
“My dad’s got a huge printer in his office,” Rafe said with a shrug. “Or we could stop by a copy shop if you’re too scared to face my family.”
Somehow that felt like an attack. Somehow it also felt like he was saying, “I know you’d be uncomfortable coming over to my place with everyone home, so here’s another option.”
Yeah, sure. Probably just being considerate. HAHAHAHA. Sure.
“Or… maybe we just don’t,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’m actually too hungover for this right now.”
For a second, Rafe’s brows twitched like he hadn’t expected you to decline. But then he just raised his chin with a crooked smile. "So what? Your plan's to crawl into bed and suffer in the dark?"
"Yes, we normal people usually do that," you replied dryly, annoyed that he somehow wasn’t feeling like total shit. The guy had mixed god knows how many drugs and taken a full-on punch to the face. How was he even still alive?
Rafe scoffed, amused, and motioned toward your bag on the dresser. “Nah, fuck that loser mindset. Grab your stuff and let's go.”
Loser—Seriously, this guy deserved two of Chris’s punches.
"I wasn’t joking when I said I’m not in any shape to work on the project right now," you said.
Rafe tilted his head like you were talking nonsense. “Shit, I’m not deaf. I’m dragging you outside so you can sober up properly.”
OH.
...what?
This week was getting more insane by the fucking day. Because Rafe wanting to spend time with you outside of school-related obligations—EXCUSE ME, WHAT THE FUCK.
No, seriously, you were too stunned to process that, so you had to double-check: “You serious?”
Rafe’s face twisted in irritation, but then he nodded like he’d had a sudden revelation, tapping his temple. “Your brain feeding you bullshit again?”
“What? No, I just—”
“I’m not trying to get you laid at some shady-ass place if that’s what you thought,” he said, a crooked grin tugging at his lips. “Though honestly, sex might help. Gets your blood flowing and all.”
SOMEONE HELP ME OR WAKE ME UP BECAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS EVEN HAPPENING?!
You blinked, gathered every ounce of strength in your body, and nodded slowly. “Well, thanks for the clarification, I guess, but that didn't even cross my mind. I’m just…” you let out a nervous little laugh. “Don’t you have plans today?”
Rafe shrugged. “It's either this or going to the gym with Kelce, and I’ve already heard more than enough of his lovesick bullshit about Molly and their magical night. So unless you’re planning to gush about some guy from last night too, you can tag along. I’ve got some stuff to take care of anyway.”
The only guy you’d love to gush about was Rafe himself—but yeah, that would only inflate his ego, and the last thing that guy needed was more of that.
“I’m not coming along to a drug deal,” you said, amused, because “stuff” could literally mean anything from getting gas to selling a baggie to some twitchy rando.
Rafe raised a brow and scoffed. “Cute that you think I’d actually bring you along to something like that. Don’t need some chick snitching on me.”
Okay, cool. So you were just some chick again.
No girl, don’t let that get to you, this is just how he is.
“Bold of you to assume I give a damn about what you do in your free time,” you shot back, and Rafe’s lips curled into that signature cocky grin.
He waved lazily toward the stairs. “Shit, shut your bratty mouth and get your ass ready. You’ve got ten minutes.”
You hated being ordered around, but somehow, when it came from Rafe… yeah, you kinda liked it. And unfortunately, him acting like this only made it worse.
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“So where exactly are we going?” you asked, clutching your bag in your lap, stealing a glance at Rafe’s focused profile behind your sunglasses.
It felt weird sitting here in his car again. Familiar, but also different. Hard to put into words. Your head was still buzzing, your stomach still doing flips, and your brain couldn’t even keep up enough to overthink any of this.
Rafe wanting you to tag along with him after literally visiting your house and having lunch with your parents? Yeah, no energy left to spiral about that.
He kept his eyes on the road. “There’s this bio-gym-luxury-nutrition-whatever store Kelce won’t shut up about. They sell weird shit you probably don’t even wanna know the ingredients of, but he gave some to Topper once when he was super hungover and the guy bounced back right after.”
You glanced at him, unimpressed. Probably just some sketchy blend of keratin and caffeine or who knows what.
“I’m not downing some random-ass pills,” you said.
Rafe chuckled. “Figured as much.” He looked at you for a moment. “Nah, I was actually thinking about the smoothies they make. I’ve been there once. Seems pretty legit. Kelce is picky as fuck when it comes to that kind of stuff.”
“Doesn’t every local health shop claim to be legit?” you replied with a raised brow.
“Shit, you wanna get rid of that hangover or not?”
You chuckled and mumbled under your breath, “If you also get rid of that temper.”
“Say that again.” Rafe turned his head slightly.
“Nothing,” you said with a cheeky smile, shifting your gaze out the window at the passing streets.
Your little argument on Kelce’s balcony last night really had done wonders. Finally, you didn’t feel intimidated by Rafe's presence AND your own feelings. You didn’t feel like you had to act a certain way for him to like you.
Because the craziest part? Somehow you'd come to the conclusion that he must like you at least a little. Otherwise, why would he be spending his free time with you? Why would he have stayed on that couch with you last night? Why would he give you any attention at all?
And honestly, you hadn’t even had time to fully process that or what it meant, so all you could do was cling to the moment, and the warm feeling in your chest when you were near him.
A part of you also believed that little balcony moment had helped him too. Or at least opened his eyes a bit. He didn’t seem to get defensive as quickly today.
It felt like… you were finally starting to understand each other. (Or, well, maybe he also saw another chance for a friends-with-benefits-situation in you and that's why he was suddenly acting so openly flirty hahaahhahfuck).
“Shit, who the fuck's annoying me now?” Rafe muttered, snapping you out of your thoughts as his phone started buzzing nonstop in the center console.
He picked it up with a scowl, switching his gaze between the screen and the road.
“Maybe keep your eyes on the road instead of your phone?” you said dryly.
Yeah, it was just a 20 mph zone, but still. No need to tempt fate.
Rafe scoffed and tossed the phone into your lap. “He’s not gonna stop spamming until I answer. Tell that idiot I’ll hit him back later. He needs to stop blowing up my phone.”
You looked at him, startled.
Was he serious? Sure, he'd made it very clear that he didn’t give a shit about privacy a few days ago during that whole Wheezie's sketchbook discussion, but—him trusting you with his actual phone?
Guess he just doesn’t care about that stuff.
You picked up the phone, looked at the unlocked screen—
And your whole body and brain shut down. Because:
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WHAT. THE. HELL.
You felt like you’d just seen something you definitely weren’t supposed to see and—WHAT EVEN.
Like okay, you’d seen Kelce’s ripped body just yesterday during that ruthless game of truth or dare, but this? This felt… a little too intimate for some reason. And the fact that Molly got to spend the night with that? Okay, girl. Good for you. Damn.
Also, why the fuck was Kelce saved as Bottom in Rafe’s phone?! You had so many questions. About the pic, about the weird bully-friends-dynamic between Rafe and Kelce, about everything.
“I…” You didn’t even know what to say, your brain short-circuiting. Somehow, the only words that made it out were: “Why is Kelce sending you thirst traps?”
Rafe immediately turned his head toward you as you held the phone up. He relaxed once he saw the pic—which honestly made you wonder what the fuck he’d expected to see.
He turned his focus back to the road. “He’s tracking his gym progress.”
“Clearly taking the grind very seriously,” you muttered, staring at Kelce’s pic.
Okay. Objectively? Those abs were kind of insane.
Rafe scoffed. “Give that shit to me,” he said, reaching for the phone.
You pulled it out of reach, smiling (OKAY GIRL).
“You keep your eyes on the road,” you said with a chuckle.
He shot you a frown. “If I wanted someone drooling over Kelce, I'd have asked him to come along."
But you hadn't, you wanted to say, suddenly feeling very cocky.
“Jealous of his form?” you asked, amused—and a little shocked at your own boldness.
And oh, he was, judging by the way he looked at you like you just insulted his entire existence. But little Mister Ego played it off with another scoff, eyes snapping back to the road.
“Nah. That fucker’s all looks but no real strength behind it.”
“Sure,” you laughed, turning your attention back to the chat. “So what do you want me to reply?”
Rafe shrugged. “Just tell him to shut the fuck up, I’ll text him later.”
Yeah… maybe how about we don't type that in. A little bromance never hurt anybody.
So you decided to come up with your own version of Rafe’s message.
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Rafe was definitely going to kill you the moment he saw what you’d just done but honestly? Your head was still too dizzy to care.
Also, it was kinda funny to rile him up because, well, he was a fucking idiot.
And somehow, you found yourself getting... curious. A little too confident, considering the opportunity at hand. And oh no, look at that, your fingers were moving completely on their own.
Oops. Didn’t mean to scroll up and see all those weirdly motivating, bro-y messages between the two of them. Like—how did Rafe publicly bully this guy, but secretly turn around and be weirdly supportive?
And also—
HOLY SHIT.
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You just stared. You didn’t even register the messages in the chat at first because OH. MY. GOD.
All of heaven and hell combined couldn’t have prepared you for that photo.
Suddenly, that smoothie Rafe had suggested didn’t seem necessary anymore because this absolute goldmine of a photo had just instantly sobered you up.
Because HOLYMOLYTHOSEARMS.
Sure, you’d seen them—HE WAS SITTING RIGHT BESIDE YOU—and they looked great. But this post-pump version? With the veins and everything, the shirt clinging to his waist, and… let’s just say some very unholy thoughts had hijacked your brain.
He'd been worried about you drooling over Kelce? HAHAHAHA, my guy, with those arms? You could gladly ch—
“Learn to be more subtle if you trynna be nosy.” Rafe’s voice ripped you straight out of your thirst-trap-induced trance.
SHIT.
You immediately looked up, cheeks burning hotter than the actual sun, and locked the phone screen. You hadn’t even realized he’d stopped at a red light, gazing over at you.
The look on his face? The smuggest motherfucking grin you'd ever seen.
Your whole body buzzed with adrenaline, heart rate skyrocketing like a rocket launch.
“I was just…,” you stammered, absolutely mortified, completely failing to find a way to talk your way out of this awkward mess. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be—I just—”
“Shit, just say you were curious and be done with it,” Rafe said, amused, eyes flicking back to the traffic light.
You wanted to evaporate. Just disappear.
“I—no. I mean, yeah. But I didn’t mean to—”
“Jesus Christ, relax.” He chuckled as the light turned green and the car started moving again. “I probably would've done the same. Only difference is, I’d probably find some weird-ass cursed pictures or whatever random shit you keep.”
Strangely, that made you feel a little better. His ability to not make a big deal out of stuff—that was probably what made being around him bearable in the first place, right?
You shook your head with a sheepish smile and placed the phone back into the console. “Still. I’m sorry. It was none of my business.”
“I’m just offended you were drooling over a photo on my phone when I’m literally sitting right here,” Rafe said with a cheeky smile as he pulled into a beachside store parking lot.
DUDE.
Instinctively, your eyes flicked to his arms, but you looked away immediately before he could catch you staring. Again.
“Guess I was too distracted by the fact that you and Kelce send each other thirst traps,” you replied because your brain was fried and you couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Rafe scoffed, bringing the engine to a halt as he parked. Then he turned toward you, brows raised. “You think this is some gay shit or what?”
Ugh. Back to being a dumbass.
“Sure,” you said dryly. “Because being comfortable enough with your male friend automatically makes you gay.” You shot him a look. “It's actually sweet that you two are so supportive of each other. And for the record, that stupid remark was unnecessary.”
Rafe’s brow twitched, and he made the dumbest face like his brain was buffering, probably trying to cook up another smart-ass response. But in the end, he just unbuckled his seatbelt, grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet, and grumbled, “Yeah, yeah, chill out. Now get your ass out of the car.”
This guy was eating at your last nerve. And honestly? You weren’t surprised he’d never had a girlfriend. This dude couldn’t even grasp basic human interaction, how the fuck was he supposed to keep a girl?
But unfortunately, this didn't stop your own feelings from disappearing and you still had the biggest crush on this absolute idiot. And by now, you’d learned not to take his shit too seriously.
You got out of the car, slung your bag over your shoulder, and raised your brows at him. “Just so you know: ‘yeah, yeah’ basically translates to ‘kiss my ass.’”
“Just so you know,” he said, tapping his fingers against his temples, keys chiming with this motion, “you drive me fucking insane.”
Most mature guy on the planet.
That didn't stop your lips from curling into a smile.
Maybe it was just your hungover head finding his dumb behavior amusing. Maybe it was the fact that you could actually get to him like this—that you could make Rafe Cameron lose composure without even trying.
Or maybe… it was that one little line you’d caught earlier in Kelce’s messages. The one where he'd said a chick was driving Rafe crazy? Of course, we don't wanna get ahead of ourselves here, but the voices in your head told you this chick was you (let’s be egocentric for once lolzzzz).
And the fact that you were a potential topic between them in the first place? Made the butterflies in your stomach screech out loud.
But the most scary part of all the recent events and crazy moments, of Rafe’s sudden shift in demeanor toward you: Your delusions slowly started feeling less delusional, and more like ... reasonable assumptions.
Which, in turn, was starting to drive you insane.
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momomogos · 15 days ago
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*The Light......
@sunnydbeam
Not long ago, my best friend (she is also my suger-mama xdd) messaged me and said that when you followed her, she was so happy that she was writing faster! I said, I love your art too! If you join AF this year, I'm going to attack you!!!XD
Of course it doesn't matter now! Please consider this pic a gift! I love your dca oc and your story design
I think beta is the cutest! Especially the way he looks in this hood! I love his scary side just as much!(momo*bite)
(I could never make a design like yours or write a story like yours T-T)! Also as a non-native Eng-speaker, I respect your level of writing and language skills! And yes, art block sucks XDD
One punch to break it!
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wh0reforcoriolanussnow · 2 years ago
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would you ever consider writing for jacob elordi? b/c now i'm craving him with a lawyer gf too😭😭 like he would sooo be with someone smart. those airport pics? buying books for her. the world? shocked he's not with a model.
Out of my league || Jacob Elordi x reader
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A/n: love love love!!! And yes i plan on making more jacob fics :) i felt like i needed to post smth so here 😭
Warnings: none
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For the longest time, Jacob has always stayed private about his relationships. Whenever he would be asked in interviews, he would acknowledge he was in a relationship but never went into detail into who it was.
Fans have since then speculated that he was dating a model, or even another actress. Especially after an interview he had where he was asked if he was seeing anyone and he responded with “Yeah, I am. But I think she’s out my league to be honest,” with that boyish grin.
The two of you met while you were at a cafe in Boston, studying for an upcoming test when he left his wallet at the counter. You obviously knew who he was, I mean, who didn’t?
Jacob found you crazy attractive. Not just because of your looks but because you were smart. It wasn’t everyday he would bump into a Harvard student studying law.
After about two years of dating, the two of you decided that it wouldn’t matter if fans found out the two of you were dating. No one’s opinion would change anything.
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Jacob spotted at Sydney airport buying books 👀 wonder where he’s off to?
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user1: 😍😍
user2: he’d be my airport crush omds
user3: he’s so hot I cant.
user4: the fit.
user5: damn his gf is so lucky
y/n_y/l/n: he’s actually coming to see me 🙃
↘️ user6: who even are u 😭
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And so when he came to Boston to visit you—the day before valentines—he decided to finally post you on his instagram. Undoubtedly, Jacob’s fans went into a frenzy. Going crazy at the fact that they were wrong and that he was not dating model, or an actress like they suspected, but a Harvard law student.
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What the monkey on the wall says 🐒❤️
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y/n_y/l/n: mwah!
↘️ jacobelordi: 😚😚
user1: OMG OMG OMG
user2: everyone wake up, Jacob posted about his gf
user3: so she isn’t a model…… WE WERE SO WRONG LMAO
user4: did anyone notice her comment on jacobelordiupdates_ post yesterday 😭😭
user5: oh to be her 😩
user6: she’s a Harvard law student? omfg I’m curious as to how they even met
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: ☕️🔑
↘️ user7: IS THIS A HINT LOL
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nope not a model, just your average Harvard law student!!
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jacobelordi: so much better than a model babe 🥱
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: hehehehehe 🥰
user1: JACOB IN THE THIRD PIC
user2: isn’t that the book he bought at the airport yesterday 😭
↘️ user3: YES!
↘️ user4: that was what I was thinking too 🤔
↘️ user5: that’s so cute aweee
user6: the caption. love her for that lmao
user7: she’s so luckyyy
user8: the fact that everyone for sure thought Jacob was dating a model 😬
↘️ jacobelordi: they thought wrong. law students do it better
↘️ y/n_y/l/n: lol sorry to burst ur bubble x
↘️ user8: OMG OMG U BOTH ANSWERED
user9: finally, a celebrity not dating some other celebrity or model 😂
user10: how can a Harvard student be out of Jacob Elordi’s league?!
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the-flaneur · 9 months ago
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the enemy of my friend is my enemy, but he's also his own worst enemy? so he's my friend? (nr6) | pt1
pairing: nico rosberg x hamilton!reader [smau]
summary: in an attempt to plan a surprise birthday party for your brother's 39th birthday, you enlist the help of his ex-??? to get into his apartment
warnings: none (i think)
a/n: unfortunately, there are too many pics so pls await pt2 😙
[masterlist] [requests]
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y/n.hamilton guess who's backkkkkk....IT'S BRITNEY B*TCH 👀✌️
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user1 omg omg omg omg GUYSSSSSS i have been waiting for this day the entire year... SHE'S FINALLY BACK IN MONACO!!!
user2 i'm also in monaco rn, istg the stars are alinging for me to meet her !!!! 🤩 user 3 BRUHHHHH i wish that was me 😃😃😃 user4 i wonder why she's back though? user5 idk yk maybe to go see HER BROTHER WHO LIVES IN MONACO MAYBE???? 🙄
user6 i hope she hangs out with all the other drivers 😍 she wasn't at any of the gps this year
user7 i mean they're not really her friends, besides she was really busy this year user8 DID YOU JUST SAY THEY'RE NOT HER FRIENDS??? user7 i mean she's not the one driving in f1 is she 😐 user9 brother was not here for the grid x y/n shenanigans back in the 2010's user10 her and mark absolutely roasting the crap out of fernando and jenson for the grid penalty is still comedy gold user11 she basically adopted the entire grid after 2016, they're her babies 🤨 LIKED by maxverstappen1
lewishamilton i was not made aware of this????
y/n.hamilton sorryyyyy late flight arrangements???? 🥺👉👈 lewishamilton ok but where are you staying. i'll cancel it, you can just stay in my apartment y/n.hamilton no it's ok, i'm already staying with a friend :D lewishamilton wait whO lewishamilton don't IGNORE ME I KNOW YOU'RE STILL ONLINE user12 y/nnnnn 😭😭😭 user13 your honour they're literally the cutest yet most sibling siblings ever like girlie pop 🥲
user14 anyone else like see the nico rosberg like...or was that just me?
user15 ??? user14 ok maybe it was just me... lewishamilton what....? user16 bro's going detective mode now
friend1 Y/NNIEEEEE PLS GET ME SOME MORE CHOCOLATE FOR THE CAKE
y/n.hamilton shhhhhh you're ruining it already bro friend1 oopsie oh yeah, i forgot he actually follows you lmfao y/n.hamilton 💀 girlie plsssssss get some brain cells friend1 you stole all of mine :P user17 🤨🤨
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y/n.hamilton roscoe with his favourite auntieeee ❤️
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user18 GIRLIE AINT FOOLING ANYONE FOR A SECOND, WHO IS THAT MAN IN THE SECOND SLIDE
user19 wait what???? ur kidding, ur kidding - i am not seeing no man there? user20 roscoe's looking extra cute today ☺️ user21 him in that last slide looking at y/n is devious side eye user22 @/user18 BROTHER I GOT U, THERE IS NO WAY THAT'S Y/N'S LEG user23 also y/n would not be caught dead wearing chinos in bed, it's def a man 👀
user24 OK BUT THE REAL QUESTION IS WHO??? CAUSE LEWIS IS IN PARIS SO....
user25 nahhh it's for sure whoever y/n's seeing, no way would lewis let a random stranger near his child user26 i thought y/n's been single for a while??? she got a new boo? user27 idk maybe, i mean she's been pretty out of the spotlight this year, i wouldn't be surprised
user28 ARE WE JUST GOING TO IGNORE THE NICO ROSBERG LIKE???
user29 NO CAUSE LIKE HE ALSO LIKED HER LAST POST, ANDDDD THIS IS LIKE THE FIRST TIME POST-BROCEDES FALLOUT 😨 user30 guys i think lewis might just implode if he thinks that's nico rosberg sitting with roscoe user31 seeing by his silence, i think he already has...
maxverstappen1 can charles, lando i swing by after padel practice 😄 we wanna say hi
y/n.hamilton to me or the baby? 😔 maxverstappen1 im not abandoning my grid mum like this 🤨 only lando would, considering he's ruining the wdc narrative arc right now user32 y/n and max in 2016 was peak, especially after spain 😭 AHHHHHHH I MISS HER AT THE PADDOCK SO MUCH landonorris you snooze you lose verstappen, but i would also never abandon y/n :( y/n.hamilton lando.... landonorris i let him have the padel point mother 🥲
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andcars · 7 months ago
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premise. sending pics of the lingerie you're about to wear when they get to you. some react normally and the others can't wait to get to you
drivers #ㅤdaniel ricciardo, charles leclerc, lewis hamilton, max verstappen, oscar piastri tags #ㅤimagine, lingerie no detailed smut, teasing, mentions of vaping
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daniel ricciardo. he's never had a short temper but your sudden nudes with the photo of lingerie made him experience it for the first time. for an hour, he was stuck in traffic. within that hour, his boner had gone down and flagged back up twice. you would send him another photo and he would fucking lose it.
the moment he stepped through the doors of your home, he rushes to find you. you, who is relaxing on his bed wearing the fucking promised lingerie. it gets him addicted, kissing you immediately while tasting the sight in. he can't stop staring at you. the happy smiley daniel is gone. who is left is the pervert you call your boyfriend. he's happily fucking you with the panties pulled to the side, an hour of teasing finally coming to an end.
charles leclerc. it's mean. you purposely put him out of the house just to send a photo of your lingerie to him. he's groaning all the way home, wishing he was beside you instead, yet he's here carrying groceries up before he could get to fuck you.
you're already wearing lingerie. lounging on the bed, you call him over to finally reap your crop. he has other plans. as revenge, he forces you on the head of the bed as he pulls out his cock to fuck his hand. you're not allowed to touch him. you're only allowed to watch. it has you whining and moaning, rubbing your thighs together as if that would be help relieve the pressure. you want to fuck yourself on his cock. he wanted to be buried between your thighs in those underwear. this is just revenge.
lewis hamilton. it's always off season when lewis decides to vape. he's actually not addicted to it, it's true. addicts say that but this one is the truth. after the season, though, especially as stressful as this one, he rewards himself with some indulgence. he's kind enough not to let you smell it so he goes downstairs to relieve himself.
then, you send that photo. the lingerie just on the bed, waiting to be worn by you. he's hurrying his steps to go back up the apartment. he finds you and makes sure to let you taste the smoke and the flavour of the vape. it's a bit odd, you're not a fan. but what you are a fan of is how roughly he's fucking you. the pale look of the lingerie in opposite of his dark is a beautiful contrast. he fucks you hard and fast, kissing you just the same. if he would fuck you just as good as this, you would consider wearing this out more often.
max verstappen. you know that most of the drivers are addicted to padel. max has been outside for god knows how long and your patience is running thin. the gift you were planning for christmas is coming out just because you want your man to be home. with a quick pose of the lingerie on the bed, you send a picture of it to him. it's almost upsetting how quick he is to want to come home after dangling the idea of sex.
so just as punishment, you will put on a show for him. he's not allowed to touch. he's only allowed to look. max is watching you sway your hips to a song. you're determined to leave him there with blue balls as you swat away his hands. every time he's coming close, you stop and push away. you're dragging this on out of pettiness. you even think about not letting him fuck you at all. yet, you're weak to his whims. after teasing, you let the man plow your pussy into the bed.
oscar piastri. as far as you know, your boyfriend is vanilla. wearing lingerie was a gamble. he could hate it for all you know. though, you thought, that every man would appreciate good lingerie. so you order it, you take it, you send a photo of it, he's surprisingly turned on. he runs over from the opposite side of the house and tackles you on the bed. you're not even wearing it yet, you just took a picture!
he's like an overeager dog. oscar wants to watch you undress just to wear it. he wants to be the one to clasp the bra together, to pull the panties up, to brush the hair to the side. you can't help but be giddy with his excitement. he's so amused by you that he forgets to actually fuck you, too focused on being mesmerized by you. oscar is usually a vanilla man, you take the time to enjoy him being rough for once.
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FOOTNOTE ────── merry christmas! this is a scheduled fic so hopefully it goes well. i have a text fic posted alongside this so check that out too. happy holidays everyone !
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howlingday · 1 month ago
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Artist VS Author
Blake: (Author) I said, "draw Ms. Black with MORE sex appeal!" You call THIS sexy?!
Jaune: (Artist) Oh, what the hell do YOU know about sex appeal?!
Blake: Excuse me?
Jaune: You think just because a girl shows a little cleavage, that's enough to be considered "sexy"? You're clearly the amateur here, especially since you're obviously basing this character on you!
Jaune: Your stare is empty and piercing! You have eye bags under your eye bags! And your lip gloss doesn't work if you're always scowling!
Blake: (Winces)
Jaune: Hmph! Face it; you don't know sex appeal.
Blake: ...I'll pretend you didn't say that. Now make the changes I asked for and-
Jaune: NO.
Blake: ...Fine. PLEASE fix your mistake-
Jaune: NO.
Blake: Oh, so you're going to disobey your boss?!
Jaune: Only when she's trying to bait low-brow perverts! Ms. Black would never stoop that low!
Blake: FINE! If you won't do what I say, then enjoy reading a spicy erotica about YOU getting gangbanged by five ALPHA Beowolves!
Jaune: AHAHAHA! Be careful~! I can draw you PREGNANT, you know!
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1 HOUR LATER...
Jaune: (Reading spice)
Blake: (Looking at her preg-pic)
Jaune/Blake: (Thinking) She/He actually wrote/drew...
Blake/Jaune: ...SOMETHING SUPER HOT~!
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kissbyoon · 1 month ago
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“on your way to love.” ₍ epilogue ₎
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───── ABOUT epilogue of my first full fic “on your way to love” !! ς(๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)
⋆ 𝒘𝒄: 1.9k ⋆ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff, est. rs, humour ⋆ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: bf!jeonghan x f!reader ⋆ 𝒄𝒘: skinship, kissing, petnames, kwan & chan are curious kids, tiny bit suggestive
A/N: i HAAAAAAATEE tumblr SO MUCHHH. LIKE WHAT DO U MEAN 1000 BLOCKS PER POST?? don't piss me off *insert bonon pic* | but this epilogue is completely based on this fic (haha check it out HAHA)
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─────୨୧ EPILOGUE (5 MONTHS LATER)
With one last review, you gather your files and get up from your seat, ready to give it to your team leader. It was lunch time, and everyone had already left to have a break.
It was the first time in a while that Seungkwan, Chan and Joshua left without asking you to tag along with them. You didn't even mind, because you knew what was going on in their mind.
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“We should get Y/n and Jeonghan with us!” Chan suggested, earning looks of disapproval from his colleagues Joshua and Seungkwan.
“Are you, like, stupid?” Seungkwan scowled, and poor Chan frowned, pouting.
“Hey, can't you read the room? Y/n is working on a project along with Jeonghan. Let's leave them alone.” Joshua explained, referring to how you two had been sharing peaceful talks and smiles, without the usual banters and enmity. Even though, out of the three, Joshua was well aware of the relationship between you and Jeonghan. So, he had to somehow divert their attention from you two and help to keep this thing a secret.
You really would tell Seungkwan and Chan, really. Just when your heart agrees that they would be understanding and won't create a scene because of it. You're fully aware of how they constantly ship you with Jeonghan, and getting this news is like a treasure found in the middle of an ocean floor for them. Maybe after another month?
Joshua, on the other hand, had been the master helper of Jeonghan. How could he not know? Especially when you started to suddenly make everything about his best friend.
“Oh my god, right! I swear I smell a fresh news coming soon—”
“Alright, alright, let's go!” Joshua interrupted Chan, pushing Seungkwan along with him in the elevator before entering himself too.
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A soft smile touched your lips as you recalled their conversation you had eavesdropped on. You're not certain if you can hide it from them for much time.
The department floor was really quiet, with only you in there. Jeonghan had left his office just a few minutes ago to assist the CEO with a small issue. Ofcourse, he had to inform you before doing so.
You reached his office, pushing the glass door open before entering. Placing the stack of files on his desk, you took a look around his office in disapproval.
His belongings were everywhere but in their place.
After a minute of considering your thoughts, you quickly got to tidying up his things. You were just halfway through rearranging his books and files on his desk when you felt a pair of arms encircle your waist gently, causing you to flinch.
“What is my love doing?”
Snapping your head to look behind you, you were met with your lovely team leader who was grinning ear-to-ear, his amused eyes fixated on you entirely.
You let out a soft sigh of relief, lightly hitting his hand.
“You scared me..”
“Awh, I'm sorry~” he cooed, pressing his soft lips against the side of your neck as he rocked you like a baby.
“But why are you arranging my things? I would've done it myself.” He said, one of his hands reaching out to grab a pen from his desk and put it in the pen holder.
“Don’t worry, I came here to submit the recent report and this place looked nothing less than a store room.” You chuckle, grabbing your files and handing them to him.
“Woah, you're already done with it?” He breathed out, taking the files from your hands.
“Hm! Can you review it once—”
Jeonghan, without a second thought, placed the files on the desk and grabbed a pen to sign the front page. Your eye widened as you glanced between the paper and Jeonghan.
“Why would you sign it? You didn't even read it!”
“Why do I need to read it again? I trust you, love, and I know this is perfect. Is there even anything you can't possibly do?” He grinned, shooting you a glance as he collected all the paperwork and stacked them together.
With a stupid shy smile, you stared at Jeonghan, swooning over how he caused butterflies to dance in your stomach so flawlessly.
“That's an exaggeration. But thank you, hannie,” your smile widens as he turns his head to look at you.
“It's not an exaggeration!—”
“Okay, okay!” You shush him, placing a finger against his lips. He immediately shut up, clicking his tongue with a soft pout.
“Did you eat lunch?” You ask, turning to face him fully as you fix his hair. His hands instinctively reach to wrap around your waist. He shakes his head in response, leaning in for you to fix his hair properly.
“I'm hungry, though.” He adds, causing you to frown.
“Then go eat something... you can't be working on an empty stomach.”
“No, I want to have something else,” his smile grew, and his eyes shone with mischief—enough to let you know that he was upto no good.
“Something else?” You repeated, catching the way his eyes flickered to your lips. He bit his lower lip, a huge, flirty grin across his face.
The realisation finally settled in, earning a gasp from you. Your eyes grew wide in disbelief.
“...why would you word it like that!—” You say in amusement and disbelief, the corner of your lips curving upwards as Jeonghan laughed menacingly and leaned forward to press his lips against your soft ones.
He moved his lips gently on top of yours, unable to hold his smile as you chuckled. With a gentle push, he trapped you between him and the desk, placing his hands on either side of the desk.
The air around you turned sweet, blushy and—
“OH MY—”
“MY EYES!!!”
The two of you jumped, snapping your head to be met with Seungkwan and Chan—who looked very, very horrified at the sight unfolding before their eyes. Jeonghan and you could swear that your eyes shot wide like never before. Your hands instinctively pushed away Jeonghan, instantly regretting the harshness of it.
“C’mon, drop the act now,” Joshua followed in, lightly smacking their head before looking at you two with a guilty expression. “Sorry, I couldn't stop them from running away… you know how these two are.”
“Care to elaborate how exactly we are!?” Seungkwan shoved Joshua with his shoulder, glaring. But Chan couldn't care less about anything else as he gradually walked up to you two.
“This must be a dream…” he breathed, dramatically putting a hand over his chest. Jeonghan smiled to himself, loving the fact that he could finally show you off. (Because, Seungkwan and Chan knowing a secret was equivalent to the whole department being aware of it by the next day.)
“Chan, stop it—” you attempted to stop him, but in vain.
“I always knew something was up! You did so well Yoon Jeonghan!” Chan aggressively patted his shoulder while he smiled and nodded along, even offering his hand for a handshake.
“Stop, stop! Shouldn't we be interviewing Y/n first?” Seungkwan chirped, placing a hand over Chan’s shoulder.
You looked away, already closing your eyes at the sheer thought of their dramatic reactions and questions. Jeonghan, always the first one to notice your discomfort, placed his hands on his hips.
“얘들아! (Guys), I appreciate your excitement and support, but we have too much work to be talking about this,” he firmly stated, a hint of playfulness in his tone. Seungkwan stepped forward with a pout, ready to protest.
“What work? We just finished a project!”
“Reviewing the project for reassurance.” Jeonghan countered, raising an eyebrow. Joshua snickered from behind, earning death glares by Seungkwan and Chan.
“Then we’ll have team dinner tonight, it's my treat.” Jeonghan adds, immediately causing the two men to gasp in surprise. They straightened their posture, saluting their team leader as they shouted “your wish is our command!” in unison. And in no time, they were off to their cubicles, their eyes refusing to leave their computer screens until they would be done with the very specific work given by their boss as Joshua kept an eye on them to prevent them from slacking off.
Jeonghan proudly grinned, having avoided their thousand questions effortlessly. But his smile dropped as he turned to look at you—who was glaring her eyes out at him.
“What's wrong, baby…” he asked, almost too timidly. You turned to face him, huffing deeply. He stepped back, sensing danger.
“You know what's your problem?”
“...what?” He breathed out, his expression changing as he thought for a second that there was an actual problem with his behaviour. Did he upset you? Were you gonna breakup with him? Were you—
“You always notice whenever I'm feeling uncomfortable! Not only that—you managed to get those two out of here so effortlessly,” you pointed out the glass barrier at your fellow colleagues aggressively tapping on their computer mouse. “While I had to cross oceans and rivers and I don't know what just to get them to shut up!”
You complained, your eyes going wide as you continued to rant. Before the relief of this situation not being serious could even reach him, the feeling of adoration filled his system entirely. The fondness in his eyes returned, admiring each and every detail of your face as if it was his new hobby.
“Can you stop being so perfect?” With a final sentence, you end your rant and watch as Jeonghan’s expression shifts—a soft, but amused smirk danced on his lips, his eyebrows furrowed slightly and his hands rested in his pockets.
“You love me so much, don't you?” He asked softly, tilting his head. You frowned, but he mirrored your expression with a stupid dreamy smile, making it impossible for you to keep up the act any longer. The corners of your lips twitched, and before they could curve into a smile, you looked away.
Jeonghan chuckled, reaching to take both of your hands before placing them on either of his cheeks.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, his hands on top of yours that cupped his cheeks gently. “But those three words would sound pretty on your lips.”
Finally breaking into a grin, you held his face a little more stable and pulled him gently to peck his lips.
“I love you, hannie.”
A soft, beautiful and almost emotional smile touched his lips instantly, his eyes softening even more than before.
“I love you more, my pretty baby.” He whispered, pulling you into a warm and much-needed hug.
Those words sounded so natural and easy on his lips. As if he was meant to say it, as if it was the most beautiful thing he had ever done—to love you. Anyone else wouldn't catch the hundreds of emotions conveyed through his soft words, but you think you're the luckiest one to have understood each and everything perfectly.
You hugged him back with double his energy. Both of you melted in eachother's warmth, completely lost in your own lovey-dovey world to the point when Joshua cleared his throat to make his presence known outside the door, the two of you said—
“Privacy please,” in unison, in the same lovey-dovey tone as you stretched out your arm to emphasize. But Jeonghan was so busy hugging you, he could only use his words.
And poor Joshua, flabbergasted than ever, walked away with his jaw dropped to the floor.
It's unbelievable how life has so many different paths for you, and it's your choice which one you wish to follow. But you knew—following the path of your heart would be the best choice you could ever make.
So here you are with your home. And there's no other path for you to follow. You want to be just here, wrapped safely in his embrace forever.
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kamospeach · 28 days ago
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(any pics without tags are bc i didn't know who they belonged to!)
plot: what good is a friend if they can't be your shoulder to cry on
content warning: angsty for readerrrr
content warning: face riding higuruma will be happening btw
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today was not your day, you were insanely bored, your boyfriend bailed on your plans (again), and your girlfriends are all with their boyfriends. you weren't too upset with them since you had girls' night soon. so your last option was to go to higuruma's dorm and watch a movie while he did work.
"so what you're saying is i was your last choice?" he asked, leaning on the door, and you laughed, pushing past him.
"no, you were my only choice," you said, and he laughed with a small nod, sitting back at his desk as you climbed into his bed. he tossed you the remote, and you turned on the tv, eyes trained on the k-drama that sucked you in.
the silence was comforting just because you knew you weren't all alone. you also knew that if you had a random thought or needed to rant, he'd listen. it was one of your favorite things about higuruma. he wasn't overbearing, but he was there when you needed him the most.
you kept checking your phone, hoping he would text. thinking, just maybe your mind was wrong. your boyfriend didn't usually lie to you, so you weren't sure why you had a gut feeling this time. you were checking his location like crazy. it said he was at his parents' house, like he told you.
"i hope you're not stalking that so-called boyfriend of yours." you snorted at him, not acknowledging him as your boyfriend. he never considered him your boyfriend for the simple fact that he just didn't like him.
"i am," you replied matter-of-factly. "i just don't know why i have the gut feeling that he lied to me."
"well, you know what they say, trust your gut," he says, still flipping through his papers as if he didn't just fuel your suspicions.
"are you going to help me trust my gut?" you said, and a soft smile spread across his face.
"you know im a sucker for justice," he says nonchalantly calling someone. you had no idea what he was planning, but you trusted him. "kento? can you come get me and y/n? at my dorm. 10 minutes. okay, we’ll be ready.” he sat his phone down and you looked at him, jaw dropped.
“did you really just do that?” you asked, and he nodded, going back to finishing his work. “what if he sees us?”
“then he sees, now watch your show, i need to finish this homework before kento gets here.” so that’s what you did. you sat in his bed quietly watching the tv as he rushed through his homework. and just like nanami had said, 10 minutes later, he called to let higuruma know he was downstairs.
“hiro, are you sure about this?” you said, biting your nails as you walked to namami’s car. he opened the back door for you to get in.
“so sure,” he says as you got in, getting into the front seat himself. luckily for you, nanami’s backseat windows were tinted, so if you did ride past your boyfriend, he wouldn’t be able to see.
“hi nanamin!” you said excitedly, since it had been a while since you had seen him. he seemed more upset than normal, especially since the past week he looked happier.
“hi y/n,” he said monotonously like he usually is. you decided to leave it alone and not pry. once all seatbelts were on and you gave nanami the address, you were off. you sat in the back, biting your nails in anticipation.
every time the minutes ticked downwards, you got more antsy. you were looking out the window, checking to see if you could see his car. or maybe just him, but you didn’t. even when you pulled up to his parents' house, there was no car outside.
furious wasn’t even the word to describe what you were feeling. you got out of the car, stomping up the driveway to their front door. you knocked on the door respectfully yet angrily. the door opened to his mother, who looked very confused as to why you were there.
“hi, sweetheart, how can i help you?” she asked, reading the look on your face as if she wasn’t sure why you were angry. i mean, sure, you figured his mother didn’t know that her son turned out to be a lying piece of-.
“i’m sorry to bother you like this, but is mahito here?” she asked, and she frowned, shaking her head. soon after his dad appeared behind her, and when you looked at him, you saw the resemblance. you tried really hard to hold back your scowl when you saw his father.
“we haven’t seen him since he stopped by this morning,” his father informed you, digging into his pocket. he pulled out a phone, handing it to you. the confusion on your face must have been evident since his father continued to speak. “can you give this to him? he left it here by accident. it’s his second phone.”
you were surprised to hear that mahito had a second phone that you didn’t know about. this was all starting to get to you, you were getting angrier and angrier by the moment. you grabbed the phone from his father, giving him a fake smile.
“i sure will!” you say, turning around, not even bothering to say bye. you just got in nanami’s car, both of the men looking at you in confusion. “he’s not here,” you say, and nanami sighs, starting the car. higuruma was just as shocked as you were, if not more.
“but his location says he was here…” he says, trying to rationalize and figure out the situation himself.
“yeah, well, i think this ‘second phone’ of his was what i had seen,” you said, opening the app on your phone and seeing that it showed he was here with you. and it was moving along with you, but the truth was painfully obvious: he lied.
“i say call him.” nanami butted in and you looked up at him through the rearview mirror in shock. your head shook rapidly, and there was no way you could confront him. “just to see if he’d lie again!” nanami was pretty worked up now, so you felt like it was the least you could do. 
so that’s what you did. you called mahito, and on the last ring, he answered the phone. he sounded out of breath and as if he was in a rush. you didn’t want to talk to him, but you needed to see if he would lie.
“hey baby,” he said happily, and you quietly scoffed, not caring if he heard or not.
“where are you?” you asked not in the mood for the lovey dovey shit. you wanted to get down to the real stuff and know if he was playing in your face. you didn’t waste time on a hi, hello, or how are you.
“woah, what’s going on? i’m at my parents' house like i told you,” he lied again, so you laughed. but not a ‘haha’ laugh it was a ‘lie again so i can fuck you up’  laugh. you took a deep breath in and out to calm yourself from lashing out too early.
“i’m going to give you one more chance to tell the truth. where are you?” you asked again, and the line went silent for a moment before the phone beeped. you were in shock, there was no way he just hung up on you. “go to his dorm,” was all you said, and nanami nodded, driving to his dorm.
it was all pointless. you had higuruma and nanami on a wild goose chase. you went to everywhere he would usually be, places you saw his location before, and even places you’ve never been to. all for nothing, the guys chalked it up to a loss before taking you back to your place.
but lo and behold, your boyfriend was kissing a girl as he leaned against his car. presumably kissing her goodbye, but there was no stopping you when adrenaline was pumping through your veins. you jumped out of the car when it was practically still moving. good thing nanami was only going 3 miles per hour. 
you power-walk over to your now ex-boyfriend, feeling your blood boil the minute you lock eyes. he releases his grip on the girl, moving away from her. you had to remind yourself that violence isn’t the answer before you got too angry and slapped the shit out of him.
“hey, baby, what are you doing here?” he asked with a wry smile, and you looked at him in disbelief. no way he was acting like this; he must be on some type of hard drugs.
“i live here you asshole,” you said turning to look at the girl who looked confused. you didn’t care about her; she wasn’t your target, mahito was. “so not only did you lie, you cheated on me,” you say, and mahito scoffs.
“says you all your friends are guys!” he yelled, and you looked at him like he had four heads. he had to be kidding you; there was no way he was blaming his infidelity on you having male friends.
“first off, that’s not true, and second, you have a lot of friends who are girls. i’ve never said anything to you because i trusted you.” tears were running from your eyes out of anger, you couldn't believe this. you’ve been with him since you started college, and he was betraying you because he couldn’t keep it in his pants. “then you have the audacity to be out in front of my dorm kissing her.”
“look, you just weren’t cutting it,” he smirked, grabbing the girl by her waist. she pushed herself away from him, looking at him in disgust. it was taking everything in you not to slap the stitches off that man. but your hand moved faster than your brain, and your hand raised, but someone grabbed your wrist.
“maybe we shouldn’t do that, yeah?” you looked up, seeing higuruma standing over you, grabbing your hand with a small smile. you nodded, ashamed he had to see that, sparing one last glance at mahito.
“we’re done if i see you anywhere near me, i swear on-” you said as higuruma dragged you inside your dorm building. “i swear i’ll kill him, hiro,” you said, tears still pouring, and he just nodded.
“what happened to getting your anger under control?” he sighed, and you stood in your place looking at him with a childish pout.
“that was before my boyfriend cheated on me,” you said, unlocking the door to your dorm, sitting on the couch. your arms were crossed in anger, and higuruma leaned against the door looking at you. “i mean, almost 3 years wasted, all for what? all those anger management classes just for him to make me mad.” 
“well, you were telling me how you wanted to have a serious talk with him. maybe this is a good thing, you won't have to worry about him anymore,” he advised, and you nodded, agreeing with the point he was making.
“but it just sucks that i was always loyal to him. i never once cheated,” you tell higuruma, who sighs, making his way over to you to sit down. he sat next to you. he had never been cheated on, so he wasn’t exactly sure what to say. but he did know that that man didn’t deserve your loyalty at all.
“it’s not fair for you to give your loyalty to someone who never gave you none. think of this as a blessing in disguise, you got rid of the dead weight,” he said, hoping to cheer you up, and you nodded, giving him a bright smile. 
“thank you, hiro, you always know just what to say.” you thank him, leaning your head on his shoulder.
“it’s no problem, that’s what i’m here for.”
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you're losing me 02 | jjk
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pairing: jungkook x reader
word count: 5k
genre: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance
rating: 18+
warnings: pregnancy scare, mean possessive jungkook 😾, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, fingering, choking, oc gets her hands tied bc she's a brat ! ☝🏼, blowjob, cum eating, car sex, teasingg, tipsy oc, v vulnerable oc :(, dirty talk, daddy kink, crying, one boob bite methinks
summary: having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.
a/n: it's finally here !! i hope u like it hihi <3
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Chanyeol never misses with his Halloween parties.
And usually, you never miss with your costumes too, but given the circumstance you’re glad to even attend.
Truthfully, it was entirely your own fault, and you hate to admit it because you had been extremely excited to wear your customised Barbie doll outfit, but one spill of your wine and the dress was disastrously ruined.
So you had to come up with a spontaneous Plan B.
You finally found usage for the small Victoria Secret wings from their special collection you received during a fashion show. Cinching a lace-embellished corset from Dolce & Gabbana, you paired it with a flirty ruffled miniskirt from Chanel. Your hair was crowned with crystal-embellished hairpins by Jennifer Behr. And oh, those satin heels by Jimmy Choo, adorned with dazzling crystals, added the perfect dose of sparkle to the outfit. You think you might’ve redefined last minute-magic.
“You’re trending on Twitter.”
As you sit on the couch, reaching down to retrieve the ping pong ball for Eunwoo turn at beer pong, Chanyeol abruptly shoves his phone in front of you. His screen is showing the trending page on Twitter.
“Didn’t realise my costume is that cute.” You look down on yourself. It’s a basic costume, but you would have thought that Chanyeol’s vampire look gained more attention.
“Your outfit’s cute, but everyone’s talking about what you posted on your Story,” Chanyeol remarks. He taps on your name trending and scrolls through a myriad of Tweets, with people reposting the picture.
“Oh.”
Eunwoo peeks over Chanyeol’s shoulder and reads the Tweets. He chuckles. “Everyone’s just talking about how hot we look.”
You giggle, swatting his arm.
You didn’t expect a little mirror pic creating chaos to this extent.
It was just a funny coincidence seeing Eunwoo dressed up in a matching costume to in a devil costume, complete with fitting horns and wings, creating an impromptu couple costume. It was his idea to take a picture.
You probably should have considered that Eunwoo is a rising idol and actor. Everyone adores him. And seeing him photographed next to a girl off-screen, especially when it’s not for a highly anticipated KBS drama, might not sit well with everyone.
“Has your hubby seen it?” Chanyeol asks.
You shrug. “I dunno. Maybe? He does regularly check what I post.” But he told you how busy he is today, so you’re not sure if he saw.
“Have you thought about my offer, by the way?” Eunwoo asks.
“What offer?” Chanyeol curiously chimes in.
“The lead role in my next drama. They're srill looking for an actress and honestly, I think ___ would be incredible for this one.”
Chanyeol’s eyes grow wide. “You two in a drama? That’s insane.”
“I’ve never tried acting. Not sure if I’d be any good,” you confess,
“I feel like you’re good at anything,” Chanyeol assures with a grin.
“I’ll think about it.”
They both resume playing beer pong with the others while you watch them as you drink.
As you take a sip from your drink, the weight of lingering gazes persists – less intense than in the beginning, yet a subtle scrutiny remains.
The curious looks undoubtedly trace back to the headlines two weeks ago, when pictures of Jungkook and you in his car near the gynaecologist’s building surfaced online. Captured in a vulnerable moment, perched on Jungkook’s lap with tears streaming down your face, you know how it must’ve looked like to the public.
You couldn’t stand those pictures making the rounds, especially with you in tears.
~
2 weeks ago
“You don’t need to worry.” Jungkook gently traces his thumb over the back of your hand.
You huff, frowning at your interlaced fingers. “But I do worry.”
“Love, if you are potentially-”
“Don’t say it!” you cut him off. “Hearing the word makes me more anxious.”
You hear him utter an exhausted sigh. “You said yourself that your period has been irregular in the past.”
“Yeah, minus the morning sickness.” Your tone is a bit sharp, maybe even sassy, and you don’t actually want it to come off that way and in another circumstance you’d feel guilty, but you’re too drained from your emotions and the conversation to care.
“But the tests you took were negative,” he tries again.
“It’s just plastic. I can’t trust it.”
You took countless of pregnancy tests weekly, filled up the bathroom bin with those stupid little things until you finally acquiesced to Jungkook’s persistent suggestion to schedule an appointment with your gynaecologist.
The slow traces on your hand come to a halt. His fingers lightly squeeze your chin, directing your gaze at him.
“I promise you, whatever the outcome is we’ll make the best of it.”
“I don’t understand how you’re able to stay calm,” you say, eyebrows arching at his composed demeanour.
In truth, this is an authentic depiction of your relationship dynamic. You deal with lots of anxiety, always have been, and Jungkook stands as the serene counterbalance – tranquil and calm, akin to a gentle, silent breeze sweeping over your arms just as it gets unbearably hot in summer and you’re out of options to cope with the temperature.
But this is concerning you both and you can’t grasp the ease with which he handles the plaguing situation.
“Either outcome won’t change anything drastically.”
You head turns to the side and your stare out the windscreen, a hint of pique evident as your tongue pokes your cheek.
“I don’t want a baby.” It’s barely a whisper under your breath. “But you want one.” Your eyes flutter back to him.
Thinking about it, it dawns on you that a potential pregnancy would undoubtedly bring joy to everyone in your life. Especially your dad, who has been eagerly anticipating it for years – bugging you about it almost every time you see him. However, at 24 you have dreams beyond motherhood. The thought of being tied down to it now fills you with a quiet sense of unease.
You know that Jungkook views it differently. It’s understandable; he is 31, and despite mutually agreeing to wait for a baby, for him it’s not the end of the world. His calm demeanour, shaped by having navigated through a previous marriage and bringing a wealth of life experience, contrasts with your apprehension.
Jungkook hesitates. “I do want a baby,” he confirms, a shadow of regretful longing crossing his face. “But it doesn’t matter. Whatever the result is, I will support it – I will support your decision.” Upon squeezing your bare thigh, he realises how cold you are. “Love, you’re freezing.” He fetches a fuzzy blanket from the backseat that he keeps there just for you. He tucks you under the comfy blanket.
“It’s ‘cause I’m scared,” you mumble, leaning back in your seat.
“Come here.” He softly anchors his hands on your hips and guides you to his lap. “It pains me to see you like this.” He wraps the blanket around you tighter. “You don’t wanna go in there and get this done quickly? Avoiding the inevitable messes with your headspace.”
“Just a few more minutes.”
Jungkook mindlessly cups your cheek, tatted knuckle skimming over your skin.
Maybe it’s the way he peers at you. With a gentle shimmer reflecting sheer fondness and poised to unfold the world at your feet, build a home for you wherever your finger points to without having to ask. Maybe it’s the way he is holding you to himself, his hands serving as a protective embrace, a shield warding off any harm that would dare come your way. Or maybe it’s the tall, daunting building on the side of the road, towering over you like a spectre of uncertainty.
But something brings tears to your eyes – making you grow smaller and younger and suddenly fragile.
“My love,” Jungkook utters tenderly. It fills you with warmth and so much love.
Worry contorts his face. His hand around you holds you tighter.
“I’m not gonna cry.” It serves more as a reassurance for yourself than for him.
“You know you can when you’re with me.”
You refuse, adamantly shaking your head. But when you lose control over the tears stinging your eyes, you bury your face into his neck.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, adding a small peck to your temple. “It’s okay to feel this way.”
“Don’t like it,” you murmur into his now tears stained skin.
“But there’s no point in denying it.”
“There’s just...so much. All at once.” You lean back a bit, finger pointing right to your heart.
“I know, love.” He gingerly caresses your back. He softens at your trembling bottom lip, a piece of his own heart falling apart upon seeing you vulnerable on his lap. “I’ll carry everything you can’t, remember?” It’s a vow that formed the foundation of your shared existence. In the quiet assurance of his voice, he continues, “I’ll carry your worries, your fears, your doubts.” His promise is a soothing melody in the symphony of your shared moment. “As long as we talk – communicate properly, this won’t be difficult.”
“But we do talk,” you reply, scrunching your stuffy nose. “No?”
“Yeah, I know.” He nods, thumbing away the tear from the corner of your eye. “But I need you to be honest with me regarding this. No hiding your thoughts from me.”
“I won’t.”
“You’re ready now?” Jungkook asks. As much as he comforts you, traces of curiosity glimmer in his eyes.
“I think so.”
“There’s nothing to worry.” Jungkook smiles in that boyish and lovely way that it coaxes a weak smile on your face.
~
Jungkook had been right the whole time. You weren’t pregnant.
There had been nothing to worry.
You’re still in awe at how he never doubted his feeling. He just knew you weren’t pregnant – typical Jungkook, always has this uncanny grasp on things, like an innate ability.
Your gynaecologist attributed it to a lack of vitamins and advised better hydration.
Jungkook, feeling more than a tad guilty, bombards you with constant reminders to take your vitamins, drink and eat even more than he used to.
“Is that Jeon Jungkook?” A hushed female voice utters to the person beside her.
As you gaze upward, your eyes lock onto Jungkook in the back of the crowd. A flutter dances through your heart at the mere sight of him.
Jungkook’s presence demands every ounce of attention as people instantly recognise him. He’s draped entirely in black. His pants temptingly cling to his thighs, the buttons of his shirt straining across his chiselled chest and strong arms. His Rolex sits prettily around his wrist, it’s gleam harmonising with the brilliance of his wedding ring.
And you find it so funny, silly almost, because this is just Jungkook in his work attire, you see him like this every day, and yet people’s eyes morph into tiny hearts as he effortlessly strolls by, leaving a trail of heated admiration.
Sometimes Jungkook has a way of teasing your sanity. He turns your life into a whimsical romance, making you wonder if you’re living in a silly, sappy romance movie with the dreamiest guy as the lead. Because in this fleeting moment, the world around you dissolves into a blur, and you see nothing but him. Everyone fades, except him.
“Jungkook!” You stand up, a bit wobbly on your heels. He immediately wraps his hands around your sides.
“Hi, love.” He kisses you softly.
You missed his sweet, gentle voice when he talks to you.
He rakes a stare over you, one brow arched. “You’re already drunk? Who’s been giving you drinks?”
You deny his question with a dragged out “no”. “Just a bit tipsy – if even.” Before he can comment anything else regarding how many drinks you’ve already had, you ask, “Where’d you get these cute horns from?” Your hand reaches for the hairband with two attached red horns on them.
“Don’t know the brands name. Just a cheap store down the street from the company.”
You tilt your head as you ponder. “I don’t know of any cheap store close to the company.”
A ping pong ball rolls towards you on the floor. As you bend down to retrieve the ball, Jungkook’s hand pulls you back by the waist and he picks it up himself. His possessive hand travels to your butt and he slides his palm over the ruffles of your skirt.
“You’re not wearing any panties, are you?” he whispers into your ear. He throws the little ball towards the other end of the table. You shake your head, not really comprehending what he’s implying. Your more focused on how he effortlessly threw the ping pong ball straight into the cup.
“Yah, Jungkook! Come here, I need you in my team right now!” Chanyeol yells.
Jungkook lets out a humourless laugh. “Has Eunwoo not been good enough?”
Eunwoo sends a glare his way. “Chanyeol’s just taking everything too seriously.”
Jungkook rolls up his sleeve. “Too good that I’m also competitive.”
~
When Jungkook has enough of beer pong after carrying his team every round, he sits down next to you, pulling you to his lap.
You were just talking with Jisoo about the newest Dior collection, but she leaves the two of you alone with a knowing smile.
Jungkook swiftly takes the partially filled cup from your grasp and places it on the table. “You’ve had plenty to drink tonight.”
“I didn’t drink that much.” You don’t know exactly how much you drank because maybe you had too much to count, but you won’t tell him.
Jungkook cocks his head. He doesn’t need you to tell him to know.
“Get up.” His palms push your lower back.
“Huh?” You play with his necktie, leaning closer to his body. “For what?”
A crooked, entertained smirk crosses his face. “For what?” he scoffs.
His tatted arm snakes around you, his rolled-up sleeve flaunting the pretty inked lines adorning his skin. Jungkook grips you close to him. He angles your face down, his lips brushing over the sensitive part of your neck until he reaches your ear.
“Gonna fuck your brainless in my car. That’s why.”
His voice has got that pretty husky rasp you love so much. Tingles spread everywhere, especially your pussy. Jungkook sucks your earlobe between his teeth, and you think you can feel his smile when an unintended moan bubbles up your throat. You squirm in his lap.
“Someone’s got excited,” he teases as his hands run up your thigh, thumb disappearing underneath the white material of your skirt.
“Don’t.” Your fingers fly to his wrist. “There are people.”
Jungkook clicks his tongue. “Now you care about people watching?”
Your lips pull together in a confused pout.
“You never notice, do you?” He decided against sneaking his finger further between your legs. Instead, he smoothens the hiked-up fabric of your skirt, though there is not much to adjust. It’s a skimpy skirt, it barely covers you.
“Notice what?” Your sparkly heels distract you and you move your feet around, watching every crystal glitter. “You’re being confusing, Koo.”
“I’m not being confusing,” he denies.
“Yes, you are.” You shift your gaze to him. A subtle crease appears between your brows. “You told me you didn’t have time for a silly Halloween party and yet you showed up.”
Jungkook dislikes seeing you upset. He really does. It creates this unexplainable feeling of protectiveness that sits right behind his rib – annoying and intolerable, coupled with a hint of guilt. But seeing your tipsy form upset delights him the tiniest bit.
“I was able to finish off early,” he explains. “Thought I’d join you, ‘cause you wanted me to.”
“And you were pretty mean to Eunwoo.”
“He can fuck off. I really don’t care about him.” His tongue peaks out as he swipes it over his bottom lip, teeth biting at the skin with furrowed brows.
“You’re such a meanie sometimes.” You run your fingers over his eyebrows, relaxing them.
“Want me to show you how mean I can be?” He tilts his head, a challenging glint in his eyes.
“You can’t be mean to me,” you say, shaking your head as your fingers settle on his broad shoulders. “Been good today.”
“You’ve been driving me insane tonight.”
“Me? What did I do?”
Jungkook rises to his feet with you, and you stagger a little at the sudden movement, but he keeps a safe arm around you. “Always so clueless,” he mumbles as he leads you through the crowd.
“___!” someone yells your name.
You stop when you see Karina rushing towards you.
“I’ve been looking for you all night!” She hands you a drink
You look at her through apologetic eyes. “I’m sorry, I’m leaving already. I’ll see you soon!”
Jungkook takes the drink from you after you had a sip and downs the whole thing. He tosses the cup into a near trashcan as you step out of the house.
“Oh, no. I told Eunwoo I’d give him my number,” you remember. “Lemme go back.”
But Jungkook’s hand on the small of your back remains firm.
“He’s not stupid. He’ll find a way to contact your manager.” Jungkook is pissed and you’re not quite sure if you heard it right, but you think he adds a small “Doesn’t need my wife’s number.”.
“Can you imagine me in a drama?” You giggle as you think about it. “Would you watch it?” You turn your head. “You don’t like watching dramas.”
“Of course, I’d watch it. Immediately.”
Your eyes spark up and Jungkook wants to have this image of your forever ingrained in his memory. A literal angel staring at him as if he was the one that hung up the stars.
You stumble over your heels when you refuse to look ahead, pretty eyes still admiring him. “Careful, love.” He quickly steadies you.
He unlocks his car when you reach it and opens the door to the backseat for you. But instead, you pull open the passenger door and bend over to open the glove compartment.
“Are there condoms left here?”
You search for the familiar package, but Jungkook hurriedly pulls you back, shutting it closed along with the car door.
“Nothing left,” he replies. “Get in the backseat.”
As you get into the car and settle on your back, you ponder, “Didn’t realise how many times we’ve fucked in the car.”
You're not particularly interested in cars, but in rare – or apparently not so rare – moments like these, you appreciate the spaciousness of Jungkook’s G-Wagon.
Before Jungkook joins you in the car, he scans the surroundings, vigilant for any lingering onlookers. He doesn’t need you on the front page of every media outlet again. You’ve had enough of that lately, and that darn Instagram Story of yours likely fuelled the gossip mill again.
Jungkook barely uses social media. You’re the only reason he has the apps on his phone. He doesn’t follow anyone except you, only has your notifications on. During a short break he mindlessly clicked on the Instagram notification, expecting a cute picture of your angel outfit – you had texted him complaining about your ruined Barbie dress and he suggested you could use the angel wings he once saw you carrying into your wardrobe.
Safe to stay he expected everything, but a picture with fucking Eunwoo wearing fucking matching costumes.
As hours passed by, his anger didn’t simmer; instead, it prompted his decision to make a swift trip to the dollar store and join you at the party.
“You tend to conveniently forget when you’re a needy brat.”
“It’s ´cause I’m not a brat,” you reply with a huff, yanking at his tie. “Just a bit needy sometimes.”
“Hmm, just a bit needy?” His knuckle follows along your jaw, teasing you with his gentle touches and the mock sympathy seeping from his tone.
You look so cute lying here for him, with the angel wings peeking from your sides and the little sparkly pins adorning your hair. He just wants to fuck you silly.
You nod pliantly. An innocent smile blossoms on your face.
Jungkook’s hand disappears under the ruffles of your skirt, middle finger sliding over your pussy. You gasp, body twitching at the sudden touch.
“So wet already?” he sneers. “All for me?”
You grind your pussy against him, hungry for more.
“And so greedy for me.” He spreads your pussy lips, gently rubbing the pad of his finger over your sensitive clit. Jungkook moves your skirt up and an immediate glint surfaces in his eyes. “So pretty.” He slips two fingers in, smirking when you shake beneath him. “Baby’s sensitive, huh?”
He pumps his fingers into you and your teeth sink into your bottom lip. The alcohol running through your veins heightens your sensitivity to his touch. Everywhere he touches leaves a shimmering trail of tingles, enveloping your body in a cloud of euphoria, a sensation both fuzzy and dreamy.
“I want you.” You reach for his cock, but Jungkook seizes your wrist.
“Did I say you could touch?” His voice drips with condescension.
You weakly shake your head, a frustrated whine accompanying it.
“Use your big girl words.” His fingers stop moving and he completely removes them when you remain silent. “C’mon,” he urges, growing more impatient.
“No, you didn’t,” you sulk. Even dare to look at him through a frown.
“You don’t get to do anything," he tells you. He loses hie tie, wraps it around your wrist in a swift, practiced motion and ties them above your head. “Just lie there and look pretty for me.” He pulls his pants and briefs down, stroking his hard cock before he teasingly nudges his tip against your clit.
You watch him play with your pussy and you’re unable to keep the desperate moans from leaving your mouth, eagerly waiting until he aligns his cock to your entrance, slowly filling you up with his entire length. A throaty moan reverberates when he’s all the way in.
“Pussy’s so good at taking me.”
A gasp leaves your mouth as he stretches you out. “So good,” you mumble.
Jungkook waits until he knows you’re used to h is size before he starts moving his hips.
Your tits move in the confines of your corset. Jungkook’s head dips down and you feel his tongue slide over the swell of your boobs that peek out, teeth slightly grazing over your skin.
“Don’t bite,” you utter between moans.
But Jungkook does exactly that. Even sucks on your skin a little bit.
“You think you have a say on anything?” His hand squeezes your face. Traces of petulance lie in your eyes. His other hand grips your hips, fingers buried in your skin to fuck you fast.
It’s almost ridiculous how fast Jungkook gets you to your high. He knows exactly what to do to get your walls clamp around his cock, begging him to give you just a little bit more to push you off the edge.
“Don’t stop,” you whisper, eyes falling closed as you the pleasure builds up in your tummy.
But then Jungkook suddenly stops moving. You open your eyes to find Jungkook smirking at your trembling body, amused when a shaky breath escapes you.
“Why would you do that? I was close!”
He pulls his cock out, tapping it over your clit.
“Hmm, no idea why I would do that?” he asks, pushing his cock back into your pussy in one swift motion.
“I haven’t done anything,” you say meekly, staring at the way he slowly fucks you. He could make you cum so easily.
Jungkook sniffs a laugh. “Can’t recall anything bad you did?”
He picks up on his pace and you can’t think at all, barely able to shake your head as more breathless moans fly past your lips.
“Posting a couple costume picture online? Fuck, ___ what were you thinking?” He hooks his hands underneath your thighs, pulling them up to fuck deeper. “Wanted everyone talking about you two? Wanted to piss me off?”
“No,” you whine. “Didn't mean it that way. We- we didn’t plan on it at all. Just – when we saw each other it was really funny, and I just took a pic of it.” You’re a babbling mess at this point, the ability to form comprehensible sentences gone once Jungkook sticked his cock in you.
“I don’t fucking care,” he curses. “You know how people perceive this stuff.”
“You don’t... don’t think it was a silly coincidence?”
Jungkook is flush against you. Your nails dig into your palms at how deep his cock is buried in you.
“I should find it silly?” A deep glower settles on his face and in a sick, naughty way it turns you on, making your pussy involuntarily squeeze around his cock. “Fuck, ___, do you wanna cum at all?”
“No, please,” you fuss desperately. “Wanna cum.”
“Then start behaving. Quit being a brat.”
“I am good,” you try to convince him.
Jungkook shakes his head in dismissal. “Put on an angel costume and yet you’re such a dirty girl.”
While you may not encapsule the right persona regarding the angel outfit, Jungkook undoubtedly fucks you like the devil. So mean and selfish, teasing and cursing at you.
“Wanna be – wanna be good for daddy.”
“Yeah?” he breathes, hand travelling up your body until it reaches your throat. “Then don’t disappoint me.” With his shiny Rolex around his wrist, he wraps his fingers around you, squeezing the tiniest bit. You feel the familiar outline of his wedding ring press to your skin.
Your legs wrap around him and you try not to poke him with your heels, but tears obstruct your view and you can barely control yourself, the aching feeling to come undone is back in your tummy.
“Jungkook,” you utter between little desperate puffs. “Wanna cum so bad.”
“Only when I allow you to.” Jungkook looks down at your defeated, crushed face with a smug smirk. “Can do that, right? My wife’s capable of that, hmm?”
Your eyes flutter shut. A single tear rolls down the corner of your eye. “Yes, I – I can wait.”
“That’s my good girl.” He leans closer, whispering it into your ear. “Cock so good it’s making you cry, huh?” His lips press to the corner your eye and he kisses your tear away.
The more he talks and whispers dirty word into your ear, the harder it becomes to resist the temptation to pull yourself back and cum on his dick. But you want to be good for Jungkook, want to hear him praise you for being a patient girl.
“Slow down, please.” Your bound wrists unconsciously attempt to free themselves, but Jungkook’s knot is too tight for you to undo it. You’ll cum soon if he continues at this pace.
“Nuh-uh.” He denies firmly. “You can take it. Show me how good you are.” His fingers dig deeper into your throat and your eyes open again. His brows are furrowed, an angry flush tinting his cheeks. “That’s it. Look at me – look at me when you cum.”
It crosses your mind to secretly cum, but Jungkook’s got a knack for spotting your telltale signs, so it wouldn’t be that sneaky after all. You did try to do that once though. You couldn’t properly sit the next day.
Jungkook swipes his tongue over his thumb before he slips his hand between your legs and starts to slowly circle your clit. A devilish grin sparks up his face.
“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you?”
“Please.”
“Wanna cum all over my cock?” His thumb moves faster. “Make a little mess?”
“Yes,” you pant. Pleasure seeps through your entire body and the effort to ignore the feeling becomes so exhausting, more tears fill your eyes.
“Then cum for me,” Jungkook demands, keeping a gentle trace in his voice. His gaze remains on your face and he watches you with greedy eyes as you come undone beneath him.
It happens almost instantly, like a string that snapped. You’re body shakes as your orgasm rumbles through you and you’re so sensitive you want to yank his hand away fromyour clit, but Jungkook enjoys seeing your writhe way too much to stop playing with your nub.
Shaky breaths escape you. Jungkook fucks you slower now, still rolling his hips into you with precision to hit your sweet spot.
“Doing so good, love.” The hand on your throat moves to your face, swiping away the tears. “So good for me.”
And just as you’re about to tell him you’re too sensitive, Jungkook removes his finger from your clit and pulls his cock out. He sits down and pats your thigh. “Come here.”
Despite being tired from just cumming, you’re hungry for him just by the sight of Jungkook stroking his cock. You move to sit on your thighs, tied up hands on your lap.
Jungkook gathers your hair in his hand before he moves your head down. “Open wide,” he instructs, guiding his wet cock into your mouth.
You taste yourself on his dick as your slide your tongue around him. Jungkook is close to cumming. You can feel it in the way his he impatiently pushes your head further down his cock.
“Gonna cum in your mouth.” Tiny moans fill your ear and you take as much of him inside your mouth as you can. “Fuck, just like that.”
Your mouth fills with hot, salty cum and you continue bobbing your head up and down, getting every drop of it.
“Good girl.” Jungkook pulls you away from his cock. You swallow his load as you look at him. He hums approvingly. “Wasn’t too rough, was I?” he asks, untying the know from your wrists. He rubs his fingers over the red marks.
“I’m fine. Didn’t hurt.” Your eyes close when he pecks your forehead.
After he pulls up his pants and briefs, Jungkook checks his phone. His fingers are quick as he types something.
“Who’s texting you at this hour,” you ask, curiously peeking over his arm.
“Just work. I left a bit abruptly.” He tucks his phone away before you can read anything.
Before more questions can leave your lips, he meets yours in a sweet kiss.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he says, patting your hair to tame the mess on your head. “Once we’re home, I’m gonna give your ass the attention it hasn’t got yet.”
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7squidgy7 · 4 months ago
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previous drawing in others style
So a while ago I hit and 200 followers and I wanted to do a celebration of this milestone, by doing fanart for different cotl artist.
Most people probably already know these artists, but if you don't consider giving them all a look, they all do really cool stuff.
Close up plus some explanations on what inspired me below (don't have to read just wanna put it out there):
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@runningwithscizzorz
You have such a cool art style and your wonderlust au is so interesting to me. Its a really cool concept.
You have some of the coolest and most recognizable designs for these two.
There was no particular post that inpired me for the pose I just used this character sheet as my reference.
The background however is based of your banner art (I need to re-watch spirited away)
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@nufflesdoodles
Your comics are so cute plus your styles so round and cuddly.
I really like the way you draw the lamb in particular, their wool's so shape and I love the pattern on the cloak.
So the inspiration for this was a variety of things. Your comic of Narinder fishing with Aym and Baal plus the drawing of Lamb and Narinder fishing. So i decided to draw them fishing together.
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@bogor-o
I really like the mother au, these two are so interesting to me and the shittens are so cute. I love Ovidia's design, its a very unique and recognisable one. I especially like the dress they wear, the patterning was really fun to draw.
This was originally suppost to look more evil, but i decided to keep it fluffy. I combined this drawing of Ovidia being evil with Narinder and the second pic of this post of them being all lovey.
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@shrimpsketchy
I got the designs so wrong. I miss interpreted the reference and by the time I realised it was too late, sorry about that. The lamb's just lending their coat to Narinder for the day :')
Aside for that I really like the concept of a pirate au. Your designs are really cool and have a really nice silhouette. My friend who I was sending progress pics really liked your pirate au.
So for the drawing i used your valentines day art as my inspiration and wanted to draw the lamb balancing on the mast.
I also got some of the clothes' colours from the dtiys
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@mary-cross
I love your art, not really sure how to put it into words, but like the eye shapes and the sketchiness. I really like it. This was a fun one to draw especially Dulciter's hair
After seeing the femme Dulciter designs I knew that was the version of them I wanted to draw. The animatic of Dulciter and Narinder hugging is so cute, that was the inspiration for the colour pallet and pose.
The stars in the eyes, background and the blue spots was inspired by this comic. I love the choice to use stars in the eyes.
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@bamsara
Trod was the thing that really got me into cotl and has inspired a now year long art obsession with the game.
I really like your art, especially the comics. I love how expressive everyone is. Lambert and Narinder's characterisations are some of my favourite.
Anyway this piece is using the colour pallete of the devil whispering in the ear art and is based around the heart chain thing that frequently appears in the au's art.
Lambert probably tripped over and Narinder caught them. I've drawn Narinder as aware of the connection, while lamberts confused/ concerned and a little flustered that he's just staring at them. Why's his face split open? I just think it looks neat.
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