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littlegochu · 2 months ago

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"just friends" part 4 │ jjk 18+

"no feelings. no promises. just a night that didn’t end when it should’ve."

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

genre: friends with benefits, cold male lead, cold female lead

rating: 18+, smut

synopsis: we weren’t close. just mutuals. he was mia’s boyfriend’s friend — always quiet, always there, always looking like he didn’t care about anything. then we hooked up once. and then again. now it’s late-night texts, locked doors, and pretending not to look at each other during group hangouts. no feelings. no rules. just whatever this is. and yeah, maybe i’m in too deep — but if he is too, he’s not saying it either.

The message is already there when I wake up.

[Jungkook]: your place?

I stare at it for a while. Blink. Roll onto my back and let the sunlight hit my face like punishment. My head isn’t aching, but it might as well be—my thoughts are loud enough.

I don’t answer.

Instead, I toss my phone somewhere into the mess of sheets and blanket, drag myself out of bed, and plant my feet on the cold hardwood like it might shock something useful back into my brain.

He’s not my boyfriend. He never was. It was stress relief. Graduation anxiety. A mutual understanding. A warm body and a sharp mouth and a habit that got too familiar.

So why does my chest feel tight?

I shower like it’ll rinse it off. Like it’ll undo the way he looked at me from across the couch—like I was someone he wanted to forget and couldn’t. I don’t even remember washing my hair, just that my fingers shook when they brushed my collarbone.

[Jungkook]: or u mad i didn’t chase you down last night

I still don’t answer.

Mira picks the coffee shop—tiny, overpriced, with oat milk and weird lighting that makes everyone look like they’re in a Lana Del Rey music video.

"You look like you haven’t slept in three weeks," she says, sipping something with cinnamon foam and zero empathy.

I shrug. "Just a rough night."

"Oh? Because of Theo? Or because of a certain black-haired menace who texted me asking where you went?"

My eyes narrow over the rim of my iced matcha. "You talk to him?"

"Not really. He just said, and I quote, 'your friend disappear or just dramatic?'" She lifts her brow. "So. Which was it?"

"Neither," I say, leaning back. "It was just time to go."

Mira watches me too closely. Like she’s waiting for a crack to show.

She leans her chin into her palm. "You know, for someone who’s not supposed to care, you’re acting weird."

I exhale slowly. "I’m not acting weird. I’m just... over it."

She snorts. "You’re over it the way people are over their ex but still check their stories."

I say nothing.

She softens a little, like she knows she’s pressing too hard. "You know I get it, right? I’m not judging you. It’s just—when you walked out last night, he looked like someone just stole his lighter."

I blink. "That’s oddly specific."

"It’s Jungkook. He’s attached to stupid things."

I huff a laugh, finally. "Yeah. Like bad decisions."

She smiles, then sighs. "He’s not easy. Never has been. Even as a kid. Always intense, always quiet until he wasn't. People thought he was cool, but really he was just… complicated."

"Sounds familiar."

Mira lifts her brow. "Exactly. You two speak the same language. Which is probably why it’s a disaster."

"We were just hooking up," I say, quieter now. "It helped. When school was insane, when everything felt too loud—he was just… there."

"But now school’s over. And he’s still there."

I don’t respond.

"So what now?" she asks, more gently this time. "You ghost him? Pretend it didn’t matter?"

"We weren’t anything."

"You keep saying that. Doesn’t sound very convincing."

I play with my straw. The ice has all melted.

"You’re really on both sides, huh?"

"Unfortunately," Mira says, rolling her eyes. "I like you both. But don’t make me pick if this blows up. Seriously. I’ll vanish. Witness protection. New name, new life."

I crack a smile. "You’re dramatic."

"And you’re deflecting."

I lift my cup. "Cheers to that."

"No promises," I murmur.

"You know," she says casually, stirring her drink like she isn’t aiming straight for my jugular, "I know you think this thing with him was just about stress. But finals are over. Graduation happened. You don’t look very relieved."

I look away.

The coffee shop smells like vanilla syrup and someone’s overly ambitious cologne. My fingers tap restlessly against my cup. The straw squeaks.

"We used each other," I say finally. "It was mutual."

Mira hums. "Sure. Mutual. That’s why you look like he hit you with a truck made of bad decisions."

I glare. "You’re enjoying this."

"A little. I like when you have feelings. It makes you human."

I roll my eyes.

"So what now?" she asks, sipping again. "You just ghost each other? Pretend it never happened? You know we’re all friends, right? You can’t unsee each other."

"We don’t need to." I pick at the lid of my cup. "He’ll move on. Probably already has."

That comes out too bitter. I try not to let it show.

But Mira doesn’t miss a beat.

"Right," she says, slow. "And that doesn’t bother you at all? Him with someone else?"

I scoff. "No."

"Hmm." A beat. "You sure?"

I don’t answer. Because if I do, I might say something stupid. Like I saw him with someone last night and it felt like swallowing glass.

My apartment is too quiet when I get home.

The walls hum with silence, the hum of the fridge, the ticking of the hallway clock. I toss my keys in the bowl by the door and set my phone face down on the counter like it might behave better that way.

I wash a dish. Then another. Then stare at the sponge like it holds answers.

What if he did go home with her? What if that text this morning was just routine? Just checking if I’d let him use me again?

What if I want him to?

I’m about to spiral again when there’s a knock on the door.

Three short raps. Confident.

I freeze.

The air feels thicker. My skin prickles.

I open it.

Jungkook stands on the other side.

He’s in dark joggers, a fitted tee that clings to his arms, and a zip-up that he didn’t bother zipping. His hair’s slightly messy like he ran a hand through it a few times, and there’s a faint line across his neck like he just woke up from a nap he didn’t mean to take.

He looks stupid hot.

Which is deeply unfair.

I lean against the doorframe.

"What."

He tilts his head. "You ignoring me now?"

I lift a brow. "Were you expecting a thank-you card for last night?"

His lips twitch. "Didn’t think I needed one. But you dipped without a word."

"So?"

"So?" He steps closer. "You gonna tell me why?"

I shrug. "Didn’t feel like staying."

"That all?"

I meet his gaze. Cool. Level.

"Why? You miss me already?"

He smiles. Slow. Sharp.

"Are you jealous?"

I scoff. "Of what? The girl with the wandering hands? Please."

He laughs—quiet, throaty. He looks at me like he knows he’s getting under my skin.

I hate how much he is.

"Stop acting like that," I say flatly.

He quirks a brow. "Like what?"

"Like you didn’t do anything wrong."

Jungkook leans against the frame beside me. Close enough to feel. The scent of his cologne hits—clean, faint spice, warm skin underneath. It curls into my lungs and sits there.

"Did I?"

I want to scream. Or kiss him. Or slam the door.

Instead, I roll my eyes and step back.

"You coming in or just here to admire yourself in the peephole reflection?"

He smirks. Follows me inside.

It starts all over again.

He doesn’t say anything at first. Just walks in like he’s done it a hundred times—which he has—and glances around the room like something might’ve changed in the last twelve hours.

I fold my arms. "You here to sulk in person? Or did texting me twice not feed your ego enough?"

He tosses a look over his shoulder. "I brought you something."

I blink. "What?"

He holds up a plastic bag. Inside: two cups of boba, condensation slicking down the sides.

"Figured you were still mad," he says. "You always want something sweet when you’re mad."

I don’t move right away. Just stare at the bag. My throat feels too dry.

Right. Of course he brought boba.

Because I’m just a casual fuck to him. That’s why he’s here. That’s what this is. Don’t be dumb.

But my chest pulls tight anyway, like my body didn’t get the memo.

It’s fine. It’s fine.

I can find someone else easily. If I wanted. If I cared. I don’t.

I grab the drinks without thanking him. It doesn’t stop the flutter in my chest.

"You think this fixes anything?"

He shrugs and drops onto the couch, legs spread like he owns the place. "Didn’t know I broke anything."

I roll my eyes and sip the boba. It's my favorite. Obviously.

He watches me over the rim of his hand as he runs his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. The veins in his forearms stand out when he stretches, and I hate that I notice.

"You keep looking at me like that," he says, "people might start thinking you like me."

"Keep talking like that and you’ll be the only one thinking that."

He laughs, quiet and low. "You missed me."

"You’re delusional."

"You didn’t block me."

"Bad karma."

"You opened the door."

"Out of curiosity."

He leans back, arm resting along the top of the couch, one leg bouncing slightly. Every move is lazy, comfortable, and way too attractive.

"So what’s the deal?" he asks. "We just don’t talk anymore?"

"That was the idea."

"Doesn’t seem to be working."

I cross the room slowly and sit across from him, curling one leg under myself. I keep the boba in my hand like a shield. He watches every move like it matters.

His gaze lingers a little too long. My skin warms. My pulse kicks.

"Don’t look at me like that," I say again, quieter this time.

"Like what?"

"Like you miss me."

He doesn’t answer right away. Just keeps his eyes on me. Heavy. Dark. Focused.

"Maybe I do."

The silence sits thick between us. I should say something sharp. I should laugh it off. But I don’t. I just stare at him, my breath shallow.

He taps his thigh. "Come here."

I don’t move.

"You’re scared," he says, and it’s not a challenge. It’s just a fact.

"Of what?"

He tilts his head. "Of how bad you want this to not be casual anymore."

I scoff, but it sounds thin. "You’ve got a big head for someone who couldn’t even keep my attention past midnight."

He smirks, stands slowly, and walks toward me.

"Want me to try again?"

I swallow. My heart hammers.

He stops just in front of me. Not touching. Just close. The kind of close that’s magnetic.

"Say the word," he says, voice low. "And I’ll back off."

I look at him. I really look at him.

And I don’t say a thing.

He leans in. His lips ghost over mine. I feel his breath. My hand grips the edge of the couch, knuckles white.

The boba is long forgotten on the table.

When he kisses me, it’s soft. Testing. But underneath—heat.

It’s about to get messy. Again.

He kisses me like he’s trying to remind me of something—his mouth slow, tongue teasing, hands still annoyingly patient. And I’m over it.

I push forward, fingers curling in the front of his shirt, and shove him back until the backs of his knees hit the couch. He lets himself fall with a low grunt, looking up at me with something between surprise and amusement.

“Damn,” he murmurs, voice slightly rough. “Didn’t think you were in the mood.”

I climb over him, straddling his thighs, pulling his jacket down off one shoulder. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

His hands hover at my hips, not quite grabbing—like he’s waiting for permission, or maybe just enjoying watching me lose it first.

“You still mad?” he asks, tone mocking. “Still jealous?”

I drag my nails along his collarbone, just hard enough to leave a mark. “Shut up.”

He groans low, like he likes that too much. “Fuck, you're hot when you’re pissed.”

“You don’t know me pissed.”

“I’m starting to.”

I grind against him once—slow and firm. His breath stutters.

His jaw tightens, hands finally clamping down on my waist. But he doesn’t guide. Doesn’t take control. He just holds on, letting me move how I want.

Which is worse.

Because it means I’m doing this to myself.

He looks up at me with his jaw flexing, lips parted, eyes half-lidded and dark. It’s infuriating how good he looks like this—messy, controlled, completely at ease beneath me like he owns this whole situation without doing a damn thing.

“You gonna keep teasing?” he says lowly.

“Maybe.”

“Figured.”

I lean in, mouth grazing his. “You don’t get to act bored when you’re this fucking hard.”

His breath catches. “Didn’t say I was bored.”

I kiss him again, rougher this time. There’s nothing sweet about it—just teeth and tongue and too much tension pressed into skin. He kisses back with heat but holds himself steady, letting me take.

That’s what pisses me off the most.

He doesn’t try to dominate me. Doesn’t flip us over or take charge.

He lets me have it.

Because he knows I want it.

I pull at the hem of his shirt. He lifts his arms just enough to help but never stops watching me—like he’s curious how far I’ll go before I break.

I push his shirt over his head, toss it somewhere careless. His chest rises and falls, inked skin flushed. My hands drag down his stomach, lower.

“You still think I missed you?” I ask.

He exhales through his nose, smirking. “You act like it.”

“Ha,” I scoff.

His breath catches again when I palm him through his sweats. I don’t look away. I want to see it. Want to watch the tension unravel.

His fingers dig in at my hips. A groan rumbles low in his chest.

“I’m not gonna stop you,” he mutters. “You know that, right?”

“I don’t need you to.”

“Didn’t think you did.”

His hands slide up my thighs and under my shirt, slow but confident, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just under my ribs. He tugs the fabric up inch by inch until I lift my arms for him to pull it over my head. The cool air hits my skin, and he doesn’t waste time—he palms my chest roughly through my bra, lips dragging along my jaw.

I arch slightly. He grins against my skin.

"You’re easy to rile up," he mutters, mouth ghosting over the top edge of the bra.

"You talk too much."

He slides one strap down, then the other, dragging the cups away to expose me. His mouth is hot when it wraps around one nipple, tongue swirling once before he sucks hard. My fingers tighten in his hair.

He hums against me like he enjoys it. The sound vibrates through my chest.

He switches to the other side, bites gently, then soothes the sting with his tongue. My breathing goes shallow. His hand kneads the side of my breast, rough and greedy.

"You like this?" he says against my skin.

"I like shutting you up."

He smirks, but the way he looks at me now is darker. Hungrier.

"You gonna return the favor?"

I blink down at him. Then I shove his chest.

He falls back with a grunt, smirking as I move down between his legs.

"You’re dangerous like this," he says.

"You talk too much."

I pull his sweats down, slow and deliberate. His breath hitches. I don’t look away.

His cock is already hard, flushed, the kind of perfect that makes my throat dry. I stroke him once, twice, loving the way his hips twitch.

When I finally take him into my mouth, he groans—deep and raw, head falling back.

"Fuck, that’s..." He doesn’t finish. Doesn’t need to.

I go slow at first, then pick up the pace, tongue working him over as he grips the edge of the couch. I press my palm flat against his stomach, feeling the muscles jump.

He mutters something, curse and praise all tangled.

I don’t stop until his hand tightens in my hair and his breath turns ragged.

"Y/N—"

I pull off, wipe my mouth, and climb back onto his lap.

His pupils are blown wide. His chest rises and falls like he just ran five miles.

I reach between us and guide him, slow but certain. He shudders under me, the sharp hitch in his breath making my head spin. I sink down inch by inch, every nerve lit up, every inch of him pushing into me like he belongs there.

His hands slide up my thighs again but stop at my hips. He doesn’t help. Doesn’t move. Just holds me in place and watches like he’s burning this into memory.

"You wanted control," he says, voice rough. "Then move."

So I do.

At first it’s slow, steady. Just enough to get used to the stretch again, to remind myself that I can take it. That I’ve done this before. That it shouldn’t feel this different.

But it does.

It feels too good.

His jaw is tight. His eyes are on my mouth. He looks like he’s fighting himself with every second that passes.

I roll my hips once and his fingers dig in, but he doesn’t stop me.

“Don't look at me like that,” I whisper. “I dare you.”

His voice is ragged. “I’m trying not to.”

“Try harder.”

He laughs under his breath, but it dies fast when I move again. Faster this time. Harder. His mouth parts, a low sound dragging from his throat.

The couch creaks. My skin is flushed and damp. I can feel him twitch inside me and it just spurs me on.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me lose it.”

My hands splay against his chest. His skin is hot and smooth, his abs flexing with every shift of my hips. He’s trying to hold still but I feel it—every second closer to breaking.

“Why are you doing this?” he breathes.

I slow, stare at him. “Because I can.”

He groans again, eyes closing like it physically hurts to let me have this much power.

“You’re gonna make me forget this is supposed to be casual,” he mutters.

I bite down on his shoulder, not soft. “Shut up.”

He pulls me down to kiss him again—messy, hot, all tongue and teeth. This time, I let him.

Because if he wants to pretend this means nothing, then fine.

I can pretend too.

I ride him until both of us are shaking. Until the air is thick and the only sounds in the room are my breathy curses and his ragged moans and the slick rhythm of our bodies moving like we forgot how to stop.

And when I feel him start to lose it, I don’t slow down.

I want to watch him fall apart.

“Say it,” I whisper.

He grits his teeth. “Say what.”

“That I’m better than her.”

His hands fist in the couch. “Fuck.”

“Say it.”

He growls, snapping his hips up once, sharp and perfect. “You are her.”

'You are her.'

Hm.

“Louder.”

“You are her. Fuck, you’re—”

authors note (edit made after publishing): jungkook didn't get w that other girl, she was just seen flirting w him at the party hence why he said "you are her." since y/ns bringing up imaginary competition 😭 but also mind jungkook is free to mess around with whoever he wants! as long as he's practicing safe sex since him and y/n aren't anything serious/established!

He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t have to.

He comes hard, body locked, face wrecked. And I don’t stop moving until I’m chasing it too, shaking, clutching him like I hate him for how good it feels.

We collapse in silence, both of us breathing like we ran a marathon.

My head drops to his shoulder. His arm slides around my back. Not possessive. Just there.

Like he forgot to think twice.

And I let him.

authors note: lwokey rushed this but comment and lmk what u think!

part 5 here

#bts x reader #bts smut #jungkook #bts army #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook scenarios #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook ff

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femguts · 3 months ago

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thinking abt hate sex w sub!jinx

your guys relationship was nothing but toxic. constantly on and off, arguing about anything under the sun. being in a relationship with her would be, hard, to say the least. she’d constantly provoke you and start arguments. you weren’t perfectly innocent either, admittedly starting arguments for your own benefit and being way too rude when angry. you two were both hot heads, a match made in hell!

her impulsivity led to your anger, which led to arguments, which fortunately led to a wonderful thing called hate sex. you had such a drive to never be wrong and always prove your point, and that gave you a constant nagging feeling to put her in her place. and you did exactly that.

you two had another argument regarding her safety. she had went out into piltover again just causing mayhem. the argument got you so heated but unlike usual, jinx wasn’t mad. she was just laughing and not taking you seriously at all. which ended up ‘face down, ass up’ on your guys’ shared bed. she was throwing insult after insult at you, yet moaning so loudly she could barely speak. you were the one laughing now, your strap slamming into her cunt from behind.

“fu- mghhh.. f-ffuck you!” she managed to squeeze a few ‘nother words out of her mouth, the pleasure intensifying making it hard for her to say anything but incoherent noises.

you cackled at her attempts to insult you loudly, “yeah, fuck you too..” you spoke ecstatically. your hand released from the back of her head, which was pushing the side of her face into the pillow. you grabbed onto her double braids using them like ‘handlebars’ as one would say, and leaned back so her face and upper body would lift off the mattress. she yelped at the feeling of you yanking her hair.

she knew that she was about to reach her climax, and so did you. every time she was close she wouldn’t tell you, but she would start moaning louder and would look for anything to grip onto. her entire body shook as she came and you helped her ride out her high, slowing down and pulling out once she was done.

before she could even say anything snarky, you suddenly flipped her on her back and slammed into her again. you felt like you deserved to get off, too. and this was your chosen method.

not proofread i wrote this in like less than 30 mins.. anyways hi sorry i’ve been mia for like 6 months but now i have this for u all! is the arcane fandom still alive anyways i hope u all like bye

#arcane #lesbian #men dni #jinx arcane #jinx #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x y/n #sub!jinx #wlw #jinx arcane x reader #jinx arcane x you #jinx arcane x y/n #jinx smut #arcane x you #arcane x reader #arcane x y/n

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que3rduckling · 4 months ago

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I just finished issue 9 and …

I-

WHAT THE HELL 😭😭

Bro fuck Stanley omgs wtf is wrong with him???? I- I’m in like a state of shock rn 😭 bro is NOT a loveable gay grandpa

BRO ISNT EVEN GAY

(Green Arrow 2001 #9)

(I’m assuming this is the panel u meant btw)

I officially have a new most hated dc character 😇

(Green Arrow 2001 #2 & #3)

Stanley Dover is officially my new favourite character guys oh my gosh

#dc is hating on me rn #this feels like a direct attack 😭😭#also that panel is as funny as it is fucked up 💀#I did NOT expect the f slur to be wiped out #nor for him to want to have sex with Mia 😭#this comic is so weird how did we go from being in heaven to this???#*sighs* this is self brought torture and imma continue reading the series bc it is so gooddddddd #also thank u to everyone who was basically warning me about him #nothing could have prepared me for this backstory though😭#duck rambles #que3rduckling #dc #dc comics #green arrow #green arrow 2001 #ga 2001 #stanley dover #ollie queen #oliver queen

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timmyholland · 1 year ago

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You speak spanish with Carlos & Checo | Oscar Piastri.

Summary: Oscar is your boyfriend and he doesn't understand Spanish, but you loved talking to Carlos Sainz and Sergio Pérez at any time. While Lando Norris likes to bother.

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ynusername: me encanta el blanco, la manera que combina con todo y lo hace ver más precioso que nunca🤍. "I love white, the way it goes with everything and makes it look more beautiful than ever."

pd: Oscar me encanta vestido de blanco o no 🤣. "I love Oscar dressed in white or not".

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carlossainz55: muy lindo es el blanco, estoy de acuerdo que nos hace ver como ángeles. "White is very pretty, I agree that it makes us look like angels."

schecoperez: tu eres todo menos un ángel. "You are anything but not an angel"

ynusername: jujujs golpe bajo @/carlossainz55. "Uhh, jujujs that was low."

carlossainz55: te apoyo y así me pagas? riéndote de mi?. "I support you and this is how you pay me?"

ynusername: perdón carliiiii es que fue muy gracioso. "Sorry, Carlii. Was funny" ynusername: pero tenés razón, nos vemos como ángeles 👼🏻 @/carlossainz55 "But you're right, we look like angels"

landonorris: i don't understand a f word

oscarpiastri: because you're a fool, mate @/landonorris

landonorris: you don't understand dude, stop pretend that you do.

carlossainz55: yesss, i'm agree with u @/oscarpiastri.

landonorris: f off @/carlossainz55. Traitor @/oscarpiastri.

landonorris: If they force you to wear white clothes, nod @/oscarpiastri

ynusername: it's not funny nowins.

username9: they’re the cutest couple in f1 I fear

user94: my parents omg!!

chales_leclerc: holaaaa mi amiga. "Hellooo, my friend"

ynusername: hola amigooo. "Hello, friend"

olliebearman: holu (❤ liked by ynusername)

schecoperez: donde está el Charls, está Ollie falta que aparezca Leo. "Where Charls is, Ollie is there, Leo needs to appear."

carlossainz55: y su otro hijo adoptado, Oscar. @/schecoperez. "And his other adopted son, Oscar."

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oscarpiastri: she's my angel wearing white 🤍

PD: she loves white clothes and i love her.

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ynusername: i love u 🤍 (❤ liked by oscarpiastri)

user43: Oscar, can you fight?

landonorris: yeap, i lost my friend

danielricciado: man let them be happy

landonorris: I DONT WANNA LOSE MORE FRIENDS

ynusername: how you lost Carlos??? @/landonorris

landonorris: ouch, you're being mean @/ynusername

ynusername: and you're dramatic @/landonorris

caslossainz55: nadie me ama 😪 "Nobody loves me"

schecoperez: nosotros sí @/carlossainz55

landonorris: here we go again with the Spanish

charles_leclerc: te amo @/carlossainz55 "I love you"

ynusername: te amamos mucho, muchito, muchote!! @/carlossainz55 "We love you so much"

oscarpiastri: Why does the translator tell me that you love Carlos a lot?

carlossainz55: cause she does. @/oscarpiastri

username8: God, when is my turn??

wearepapayalovers: whyyy r you soo cutieee 😍

racerbia: my girlfriend 😍😍

ynusername: alwayss bb

oscarpiastri: what th are you talking about? She is MY gf @/racerbia

ynusername: tranquilo hombre, soy tuya "Easy man, i'm yours"

oscarpiastri: mia. "Mine"

carlossainz55: apuesto a que es la única palabra que sabe decir en español @/schecoperez "I bet it's the only word he knows how to say in Spanish"

schecoperez: estas en lo cierto @/carlossainz55 "You right"

landoscar: forget him I want her.

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mattyriddlesbitch · 1 year ago

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hello! I recently got into fanfics again and youre such a talented writer 💗 i was hoping to get theo or/and mattheo w a Hufflepuff reader whose been acting really bratty so they put her in her place 👁👁 i hope its not too much for u n if u dont feel like it thats totally fine too! 🤞

Yes! I didn't specify the house, but I hope this works!

Attitude

Theodore Nott X F!Reader

Warnings: Orgasm denial, unprotect sex, creampie, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI!

You normally were so sweet. Never really had much of an attitude, or at least, if you did, it never lasted long. However, today, you were moody and short with people, especially to your sweet boyfriend Theodore. He was trying to figure out what you needed all day. Getting you food and sweets, trying to give you affection, trying to give you space, trying to make you laugh. None of it was working. He was losing his patience.

It was just before dinner when you decided to say another snarky thing to him while you were sitting with the boys. He snapped and dragged you over to the bathroom. You thought you were gonna get a lecture about talking to him disrespectfully in front of his friends. Instead, he had you bent over the sink, panties around your ankles while he fucked you from behind.

“You need to drop the attitude, cara mia.” He said, watching your face in the mirror. “I’ve been very patient with you today.”

“Just shut up and fuck me.” You moaned, gripping onto the sink.

Wrong choice of words because he pulled out and turned you around, gripping your waist tightly. “Is that how you talk to me?” His voice was low and stern.

“Can you please just fuck me, Theo.” You whined.

“What did I say about the attitude?” He warned, tilting his head down slightly.

“Drop it.” You said, huffing.

“Exactly.” He said, his tone a little softer. “So, how about we try that again?”

You rolled your eyes and before you could say anything, he grabbed your face with one hand.

“Without the attitude.”

You sighed, letting your body relax. “Can you please fuck me, Theo?”

“Much better.” He said with a small smile.

He lifted you up onto the sink and pulled your panties off your ankles as he stepped between your legs. He teased your entrance before thrusting in, making you both moan.

“Give me attitude again and I’ll stop, you understand?” He asked, taking your chin in his fingers to tilt your head to look up at him.

“Yes.” You nodded.

He started thrusting, holding onto your hips tightly. You held onto the sink as you tried staying still from his thrusts, moaning his name.

“You gotta be quiet. People will hear.” He warned.

You nodded, biting down on your lip to try to quiet your moans.

He smiled at your attempt and moved one hand to rub at your clit, causing your moans to get louder as you threw your head back. You brought a hand to your mouth, covering it to muffle the moans.

“Just needed to get fucked to lose that attitude, huh?” He teased, leaning in to kiss your neck.

You were so close, your pussy clenching around him as you cried out into your hand.

Then he stopped, ripping a whine from your throat.

“What?” You asked, moving your hand from your mouth as you tried moving your hips to get some of that feeling back.

“You didn’t think I’d let you cum that easily with that attitude?” He said with a smile as he leaned back to look at you.

You groaned, leaning your head back. “Please, Theo. I was so close.”

“Next time, I won’t be so nice, principessa.” He said before started to thrust again, rubbing at your clit.

You had to cover your mouth again, moaning loudly, eyes rolling back. Your orgasm was building up again almost as fast as it had left. You came around him with a cry of his name into your hand, trembling as he came too, spilling his cum into you. He pulled out and pulled your

panties back up onto you.

“Gotta keep that in. Think of that every time you wanna act up again, hm?” He smiled before helping you off the sink.

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animadiicristallo · 4 months ago

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MANDAMI UNA LETTERA! ✉️💌

A – mi piaci più di quanto vorrei. B – voglio conoscerti meglio. C – hai una bella energia, mi ispiri. D – ti spio in silenzio 👀 E – spero un giorno di abbracciarti. F – ho una cotta per te, ma non lo ammetterò mai. G – ti trovo incredibilmente interessante. H – il tuo blog è arte. I – non so come dirtelo, ma sei nei miei pensieri. J – sei hot. K – sei una di quelle persone che mi fanno sorridere. L – potrei innamorarmi di te. M – ti voglio nella mia vita. N – ci parliamo troppo poco e mi dispiace. O – ti amo ma è un segreto. P – dammi il tuo numero, subito. Q – mi manchi (anche se non lo sai). R – ti trovo bellissima/o, dentro e fuori. S – ti voglio nella mia vita sul serio. T – fammi una domanda a caso. U – vorrei vederti adesso. V – sei la mia tumblr crush. W –vorrei uscire con te. X – sei strana/o Y – dobbiamo parlare di più. Z – ti ho sognato.

#pensieri #compagnia #noia #anon #tumblr italia

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bluewxrld07 · 3 months ago

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Blue Strips Pt. 3 (Insta AU)

Summary: Y/N went MIA on everyone for a bit after the whole situation with Joe and Olivia. She just hopes it doesn’t mess things up with Jack

Warning(s): None

Jack Hughes X f estapa!reader

ynestapa just posted a photo!

liked by edwards.73, bffig, rutgermcgroarty, lhughes_06, and 935k others

ynestapa When everyone is convinced you ditched your friends for some stupid ex... Goodness forbid a girl gets her hair done on DND, and takes a break from socials.

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jackhughes just posted a photo!

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jackhughes Couple bros being dudes

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user I sense some tension rn with Jack and Y/N

user y'all think Joe might be the reason??

user She's not in his likes guys, what is happeningggg

user Everyone needs to chill, she said she's taking a bit of a breather from socials

lhughes_06 Killer night

→ jackhughes Just gettin started lhughes_06

quinnhughes Why do you guys look like absolute giant monsters in this and I look like an ant

→ jackhughes Because you're tiny quinnhughes

→ lhughes_06 #shortmenissues quinnhughes

edwards.73 Aww some hot men you guys are

*liked by jackhughes, lhughes_06, quinnhughes*

bffig Don't even think about it

→ jackhughes What is that? Doing what?????? bffig

→ bffig Don't jackhughes

user Oh man bestie is mad at Jacky poo

Edwards.73 just posted a photo!

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edwards.73 Did we just become best friends?

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markestapa Bro we've been besties for years what

→ edwards.73 It's this crazy thing called a joke. You know like your- nvm markestapa

→ markestapa Nah nah run that back rq? You know she's got shit going on edwards.73

→ bffig Ethan you're just jealous knock it off edwards.73

→ edwards.73 Yeah yeah yeah. She too cool for us now tho bffig markestapa

dylanduke BFFLs omg

→ bffig You're cringey af dylanduke

→ dylanduke mwah luv you fan bffig

user Y'all I'm nervy because why is the group not posting with Y/N

user I hope Y/N is okay...

ynestapa just posted a photo!

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ynestapa I love u

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user omg she's baaaaaack!

user Is this u proposing? Because yes, no questions asked

bffig and I love u

→ ynestapa 🥹❤️‍🩹 bffig

markestapa Love u sissy <3

→ ynestapa Love u Marky <3 markestapa

jackhughes I forgot how to speak

user I'm so glad to see they're good, thank goodness omg

edwards.73 I take back everything I've ever said that was mean

→ ynestapa That's a better response than your messages in my inbox

→ edwards.73 I'M SORRY I WAS IN MY FEELINGS OK FORGIVE ME ynestapa

lhughes_06 Looks like there's two in the doghouse rn yikes lmfao

ynestapa You want to be number three? lhughes_06

lhughes_06 NOOOOO

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jackhughes Lil Golf tourney never hurt nobody

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user I've never seen Jack smile so big

user Is Y/N behind the camera or what? Look at those pearly whites Jack

colecaufield Good vibes only today ⛳️

quinnhughes How many birdies??

jackhughes Select few, Cole had more

lhughes_06 Putting master

ynestapa Interesting 🤔

bffig Ohhh so this? Ok 👌

lhughes_06 Uh oh jackhughes

jackhughes Outside the comments ynestapa

→ bffig She's good rn jackhughes

quinnhughes Uh oh Jacky boyyyyy

user Bro what is HAPPENING outside this chat rn???

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ynestapa Much needed 😘

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user Wtf is Jack doing

user Mans better not be messing around with Y/N

edwards.73 Don't worry we got him back

→ bffig We don't know what you're talking about edwards.73

lhughes_06 Y/N if you don't answer your phone miss girl

→ ynestapa Did you just 'miss girl' me lhughes_06

→ lhughes_06 Yes yes I did, and I'd do it again. Now press the green button ynestapa

user Yesss Lukey boy coming in clutch!!!

markestapa Come back hooooome 🥺

→ ynestapa You act like I'm across country, I literally am ten mins away markestapa

→ edwards.73 Okay and? We miss our besties

→ markestapa I can't believe I'm saying this, but Eddy is right ynestapa

→ edwards.73 OMG CAN WE FRAME THIS MOMENT

→ ynestapa no

→ bffig nope

→ markestapa no

→ edwards.73 You all suck 👎🏼

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lhughes_06 Trying to keep big bro in check

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bffig This is why little baby Hughes is my favorite

quinnhughes AFTER ALL I'VE DONE FOR YOU bffig 😩😩😩

→ lhughes_06 Call me Maverick because I'm at the top 💨

→ bffig Nvm I changed my mind, you're back to number one quinnhughes

→ quinnhughes That's how it should be bffig

jackhughes Way to out me jeez 🥲

→ ynestapa You deserve that

→ jackhughes Yes ma'am 🫡

→ markestapa Wow whipped already? jackhughes

ynestapa What would I do without Luke Hughes 🤩

→ lhughes_06 Be bored and less cool ynestapa 😎😎

→ ynestapa Or not be blinded by your ego lhughes_06

user Ahhhh did Luke make Jack get his shit together?? 👀

user I hope this means what I think it means

bffig just posted a photo!

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bffig If you heard what came out of her mouth before this photo, you'd be doing the same look too. Love her dearly anywayysssss 😘

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edwards.73 HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH SHE TOLD ME IM DEAD

→ bffig Do not encourage this behavior!!!! edwards.73

ynestapa You're being dramatic, it was not that serious 🙄

user I'm dying to know what she said 🤣

user I can tell bffig was ready to beat her ass lmfao

→ bffig just about user

quinnhughes It was bad enough to get your death stare??

lhughes_06 I heard and I support this reaction

→ ynestapa Drama queen lhughes_06

markestapa Wtf did she say this time??

→ bffig Look at your messages markestapa

→ markestapa Oh dear my oh my Y/N NO ynestapa 😨

→ ynestapa IT WAS A JOKE OKAY I WAS JOKINGGGG 🙃

jackhughes Who the girl on the left???? 🧐

→ bffig You want her number? jackhughes

→ jackhughes Whatever you can give me bffig

→ ynestapa I can give you everything jackhughes ❤️

→ jackhughes Sounds like a good deal to me ynestapa 🫡🥰

user AGH OKAY

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ynestapa I wanna be yours

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user So do it then tf I'M HERE BOO

bffig YOU ARE MINE POOKIE WDYM 🤑 😍

→ ynestapa THANK GOODNESS I WAS NERVOUS 😮‍💨 bffig

markestapa You're basic it's cringey

→ ynestapa You're so ugly it's scary markestapa

→ markestapa Oh hahahahah 😐 good one ynestapa

lhughes_06 Put the rose back in the vase.

ynestapa You really out here exposing me??? Low blow lhughes_06

lhughes_06 He literally bought you a bouquet ynestapa

jackhughes You call the shots babe

*liked by ynestapa*

ynestapa just posted a photo on their story!

#hockey boys #luke hughes #y/n #angst #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes x y/n #jack hughes fic #jack hughes imagine #Ethan edwards #mark estapa #umich boys #umich hockey #instagram au imagine #instagram au

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bratzsturns · 5 months ago

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again and again.

warnings; smut, angst, no happy ending. not proofread; lowercase intended.

part two of disregard.

the next week was absolute hell. your brother avoided you, acting as if you were completely fucking transparent every time he walked by you in the hallways of your shared home. that didn’t happen much anyway, you spent most of your time in your bedroom.

you sobbed into the sheets once shared with matt, holding onto the shirt that contained his lingering scent. you felt disgusted with yourself every time you heard matt’s words replay in your head. the worst part though? you didn’t hate him, god, no, you fucking missed him.

your memories on snapchat haunted you, filled with photos of you and matt. you two laughing at nate, watching movies together, or even just him sleeping on your bare chest before you woke him to leave so he didn’t get seen by nate. your gut twisted every time you opened your phone unaware to whatever heartbreak you would encounter today.

finally you were resting. your sleep schedule had been so fucked from all the nights you spent staring at the ceiling, wondering where you fucked up. you were woken up by a text message. the notification caught you off guard. as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of your screen, the contact name finally focused into view.

‘matt 💘.’

you checked the time: 3:25 am. the moonlight shining into your room as your brows furrowed while you clicked on the message. your heart pounded in your chest, what could he want?

‘u up?’

oh. could be worse. you typed back a response, nails clicking against the illuminated screen.

‘yea’

your reply was short and simple. as you finally started to wake up, your phone went off again. you couldn’t help the way you opened his message immediately, it was almost like it was instinct.

‘alr wyd’

was he serious? he completely destroyed you, and now he has the fucking nerve to ask what your doing? anger didn’t flood your body, instead feelings of confusion took over. you couldn’t hate matt, you didn’t have it in you. you knew you couldn’t stand on business, matt did too. he abused his power over you, using it to manipulate his way back into your life multiple times.

‘just woke up, hbu?’

the next few minutes are long, you sit at your phone waiting for a reply. you know he read the message, so why go MIA now? you sigh, setting your phone down and picking at your nails. after a while of staring up at the ceiling, your phone pings again. you fumble to pick it up, shocked when you see not a text from matt, but instead a video.

matt’s holding the camera at angle that allows you to see all the dirty details. his jaw lingers at the top of the screen while his hands fist his cock desperately at the bottom. his tips red, hand working at a speed you’ve never seen before. his groans filling up the sound of your room while you turn up your volume.

wetness pooled in your panties immediately. you felt filthy. you were broken away from that thought by matt’s voice. ‘f-fuck- miss you so much baby. can’t cum the same way i do when im with yo-you’ he whines out. you can feel your face go red as you keep yourself from reaching down into your soaked panties.

‘’m so- so sorry for everything sweetheart’ he cries out, biting his lip to contain his groans. ‘wanna show you how sorry i am, please’ his tones apologetic, but it’s covered by his need. matt’s jaw clenches whilst his thumb rubs over his tip.

‘shit- ‘m so close baby. can’t stop thinking about you—how pretty you are when you take me. can’t stop thinking about the way your eyes roll back while i eat that pussy; my pussy.’ the camera pans up a bit more, allowing you to see matt’s flushed expression.

‘just-‘ a whine escapes his lips ‘just kiss you, everything about you. ‘m gonna c-cum! fuck-‘ the video cuts. your soaked, thighs pressing together as your body begs for some sort of relief. you break, typing back a response as quickly as possible.

‘come over, i’ll let you in the back door’

read 3:37 am.

after 15 minutes pass, you receive a message from matt that he’s outside. you walk out your room, carefully sneaking down the steps and to the back door in your kitchen. outside the door stands matt, in just grey sweats and a baggy hoodie.

‘matt, i mi-‘ your cut off by matt’s lips on yours. he puts one hand on your cheek, using the other one to close the back door quietly. his kiss is hungry, tongue slipping into your mouth as you kiss back. his hands now travel to your waist.

he pulls away, tightening his grip on your waist. ‘jump’ he speaks, tone demanding. you listen, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against him tight. he kisses you again, leading you up the steps into your bedroom. he pushes your door open quietly, using his foot to close it.

he practically throws you onto the bed, throwing his hoodie over his head and onto the floor. he leans down and pulls up your small top, the way your tits bounce captivating him for a moment. ‘fuck, missed this so much’ he mumbles, placing kisses down your chest until he reaches your nipples. he pops the sensitive bud into his mouth, rolling his tongue over it.

your back arches off the soft sheets beneath you. ‘fuck- matt’ you tangle your hands into his hair and tug on it softly. he releases your nipple with a soft ‘pop’ sound, kissing his way down your stomach. ‘lemme show you how sorry i am, please sweetheart?’

you nod, working with matt to remove the small shorts you had on. your panties and shorts are discarded into the pile on the floor, matt kissing your inner thigh. you feel his stubble rubbing against you, the feeling only adding to your desire. ‘please’ you beg, legs already threatening to shut.

matt suddenly grips your thighs ‘keep your fuckin legs open.’ his grip is so tight your sure you’ll have his finger marks on you for the next 2 weeks. ‘’m sorry’ you whine, looking down at the blue eyed man between your thighs.

‘good girl’ he finishes kissing up your thighs, tongue coming into contact with where you desperately need him. soft whines slip past your lips as he works his muscle in between your wet folds. he groans out against you, the vibrations sending you to another dimension. ‘taste so sweet, missed this fuckin pussy’ his voice is muffled by your wet cunt, your juices already covering his mouth.

‘fuck- feels so good matt’ you mewl. you hated the way you missed his tongue, fuck you just hated the way you missed him. matt took your hand into his, intertwining your fingers. the action was small, but it made the moment feel much more gentle, and genuinely intimate.

as matt continued to work his tongue in your folds, your orgasm crept its way up. with a final flick of his tongue, the coil in your stomach snapped. your nails scratched against his scalp as a loud moan escaped your mouth. you couldn’t give two fucks about your brother who was only two rooms over.

matt came back up, his skin glistening with your arousal. he releases your hand to cup your face gently, pulling you into a kiss. your saliva intertwines with a mix of his and your own cum, the taste sitting on your tongue.

matt pulls back and fumbles with his sweatpants, not even bothering to take them off. he pulls out his cock, which still shocks you just as much as it did the first time. he takes his leaking tip and rubs it against your wet slit, using it to mix together his spit and your cum.

you gasp at the touch, body jolting with pleasure. ‘please matt, jus’ put it in’ you beg, voice barely above a whisper. matt lets out a low chuckle at your words. ‘speak up sweetheart, can’t hear you.’

you repeat yourself, this time louder ‘put it in i nee’you so bad.’ he smirks, ramming his length into you. you cry out, arching your back off the sheets. you reach up, digging your manicured nails into the soft skin of matt’s shoulders. you run your hands down his arms, leaving faint red marks along his biceps.

‘fuckin missed this—missed you baby’ he groans out, putting his head down beside yours to kiss your neck. matt continues pounding into you, leaving red marks on the soft skin of your neck. he inhales your scent, a mix of perfume and sex sitting on your skin. your perfume alone was enough to make him cum, but he held it— wanting to enjoy this moment for as long as possible.

‘’s too much! matt- fuck! ‘m sensitive’ you whine into matt’s ear, soft moans slipping past your lips. the room was silent, aside from the sounds of skin slapping together. matt’s hips pounded into you, making your brain go fuzzy.

it was all too much, the overwhelming sensations making you completely brain dead. the only thing you could focus on was the sounds of matt groaning in your ear. ‘sound so pretty, keep making those pretty noises baby- fuck’

your orgasm was approaching quickly. every thrust with matt’s tip kissing your cervix had you clawing at him. he held your hips in place with a firm, harsh grip. he didn’t care if it hurt you, he couldn’t have you running from him.

as matt continued to fuck into you, pulling up your ankle and placing it on his shoulder, he hit a new spot. you cried out, eyes rolling back as drool dripped down the side of your chin. your body began to tremble, thighs practically vibrating.

you felt an unfamiliar and unexpected sensation; almost like you needed to pee. you tried to claw your way out of matt’s grip, pushing back on his chest but his grip was just too tight. before you could warn him, a clear liquid gushed out of you.

‘holy shit- that’s fuckin right squirt f’me baby. such a good girl’ his voice sent shivers down your spine as he continued his thrusts. matt’s orgasm followed almost directly after yours—pumping you full of his cum.

filling you up another two times, matt pulled out. your ass was still in the air as his cum leaked out of your wet cunt. matt admired his work, spreading your folds to look at the mess he made. ‘shit- look at that. look how pretty this pussy is when i breed it.’

your face turned red as you sat up. you were spent, you don’t think you even had another orgasm in you. but matt? still rock hard. he noticed the way your eyes wandered down to his hard cock that was pressed flush against his stomach. ‘wanna suck me before i go baby? have me cum all on that pretty face?’

you shake your head, you had an even better idea in mind. you push your tits together, leaning down and pushing matt’s wet dick in between them. ‘what are you-‘ matt’s cut off as you start to move up and down, using your tits to get him off.

‘that’s it baby- fuck- look at me.’ he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and making you look up at him through your eyelashes. there was something about the way your eyes looked so dazed, so fucked out, that drove matt insane. he stared down at you hungrily, thrusting his sensitive length to help him finish faster.

hot, thick ropes of cum shot out of matt’s cock, landing on your chest and your face. matt let out a long and desperate whine, continuing to fuck your tits through his orgasm. as he pulls back, he stands and grabs a towel from the corner of the room, wiping his cock off. he tosses it onto the bed while beginning to put his clothes back on.

‘i’ll let myself out’ his tone is cold, completely different from the honey-laced voice he had just a moment ago. ‘oh,’ you mumble ‘i missed you-‘ matt doesn’t even listen, walking out of your bedroom.

the nose of your bedroom door woke up your brother. nate wasn’t a light sleeper, but his body always naturally woke him up early. he rolled over, noticing the time on the clock; 6:25 am. he wondered why you’d be up so early. stretching, he stands up out his bed when he hears the front door shut.

nate’s room was almost directly above the front door, his window giving him a perfect view of the sidewalk in front of his house. he peeks out the blinds, noticing not you walking but his best friend. you’ve got to be fucking kidding him.

fuming, nate walks over to your door. he knocks to make sure you’re decent. you walk to the door, hair messy and back into your pjs from before ‘huh?’ you pretend to rub the sleep out your eyes. nate’s jaw is clenched and so are his fists. ‘who just left?’

you try to act confused, but your brother knows you better than anyone. ‘no one?’ you question, a look of mock confusion taking over your features. ‘don’t bullshit me kid, who just left?’

‘nate, you’re fucking crazy—no one was here’ you go to shut the door, but nate uses his foot to block it. ‘matt was here. i just watched him drive away, how are you gonna fuckin deny that?’ he raises his voice, his angry tone now showing.

‘he’s not shit—you know that right?’ nate scoffs in disbelief at you ‘he literally told you to your face you didn’t mean shit to him, and you just let him over? are you so fucking serious?’

‘you don’t understand shit nate, i love him and he loves me. you don’t have to like it, it just is what it is.’ you push nate’s foot and slam your door. you climb back into your bed, grabbing your phone to text matt.

‘nate saw u leave he’s pissed’

read 6:29 am.

‘i missed you so much’

read 6:29 am.

‘matt??’

read 6:29 am.

silence. you know he read the messages, why wasn’t he responding? you try to call him, hoping that’ll get you an answer.

(3) outgoing call; ‘matt 💘.’

6:30 am.

6:32 am.

6:45 am.

finally, a notification.

‘bro stop blowing my phone up. i don’t want you 😂’

part three here.

angel speaks 🪽; lowk might make this an au and a series idk

#matt stuniolo fanfic #divider by mmadeinheavenn #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #nathan doe #nick sturniolo #angel writes 🪽!#brothersbestfriend!matt 🪽

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eomayas · 1 year ago

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crawling back to you • ljh

pairing: producer!woozi x f!reader, exes2l

genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! angst & fluff

synopsis: reader sees her ex boyfriend for the first time after avoiding him for months, and they realize just how much they miss each other

warnings: p in v, fingering, unprotected s*x (reader takes BC), praise, dirty talk, groveling, drinking, they’re at a club

a/n: eeeek sorry i’ve been MIA! i hope u like this. unedited. excuse any plot inconsistencies i started this weeks ago. will be finishing up reqs soon!!

music blares through the club speakers and bodies fill up what feels like every square inch of space available. your drink sloshes in your cup when a club-goer collides with your shoulder, a drunken “sorry” thrown your way as they stagger off. luckily, nothing spills on you and you got an apology.

walking up the stairs to the section your friends got, doubt and anxiety creep around the corners of your brain, the cage of butterflies in your stomach ready to be released. here’s the thing: your ex is up in this section, here because this night is partially about him and partially because your friends guilt tripped him into coming. otherwise, you know he wouldn’t be here. you also wouldn’t be here, if not for being tired of skipping out of fun activities just to avoid him. it’s tiring making up excuses as to why you can’t go to something whenever you catch wind of him being invited as well.

that’s really the problem with your breakup; you shared a group of friends. they all vowed to not get involved, staying true to their word on being impartial, though sometimes you wish they’d show favoritism and not invite him to things, just for your sake.

tonight, you’re here because you’re tired of being tired, tired of being afraid of running into him. you even stopped frequenting the places you used to go together because of the mere threat of possibly running into him. you’re tired of it.

also, you came because you knew he’d be here. not that that matters, or anything.

stepping into the section, you take a sip of your drink to calm yourself, before you’re spotted by soonyoung who waves at you enthusiastically. “y/n! you came!” he cries, jumping up from the couch and nearly tackling you in a hug. he hugs you around the shoulders and squeezes you tightly, and you can smell the alcohol wafting from his breath. “i’m so happy you’re here!” he slurs, and you wonder how many drinks he’s had.

when he releases you, you can’t help but return the toothy smile he gives you. “me too,” you say, though you’re not really sure yet. placing a hand on his cheek, you gently pat him. “youre drunk.” you declare, giggling when he smiles proudly.

out of all of the friends you shared with jihoon, you got the closest to soonyoung. probably because he was always around, but his personality is infectious and he’s just overall a good time. it sucked when you and jihoon broke up because you saw less of him until he reached out a few weeks after to reassure you that he wasn’t ‘picking sides’, but was trying to be there for his friend. you understood, but you needed a friend too.

you and soonyoung release each other, and he grabs your hand and begins to drag you over to where he’s sitting. knowing how close him and jihoon are, you relent and try to pull yourself back. “no, hosh, i don’t think it’s a good idea,” you start to panic, eyes frantically scanning the section for any sign of him.

“nooo, he’s not even sitting with me!” he pouts, rolling his eyes. you furrow your eyebrows at him, and he sighs, gnawing on his lip like you’re goin to hate what he’s about to say. clearing his throat, he says, “he’s made a friend.”

you ignore the pang in your chest and swallow down the lump in your throat. everything in you stops you from whipping your head around in search of him and this new found friend of his. shrugging your shoulders, you attempt to act nonchalant and like you don’t care, but soonyoung sees right through your facade. “good for him,” you say, but it comes out like fuck you.

“let’s drink.”

tipsy, not drunk. that’s your goal for tonight, and you’re dangerously on the verge of approaching drunk, the shot glass in front of you tempting. jeonghan raises his eyebrows at you from across the table, his shot glass hovering in the air. you eye the cup full of liquor, stomach roiling at the thought of taking even a sip. with resignation, you shake your head at last and lean back against the couch, a collective groan and pleading coming from your friends.

“cmonnnnnnn!” they say in unison, making you cover your face and shrink against the cushion.

“this is peer pressure, you know,” you say, pulling your hands from your face and looking at the shot glass. it’s practically calling your name (or maybe it’s seungcheol complaining at you), waiting for you to drink it. “nah, guys, i’m tapping out.” you declare.

“i’ll drink it,” wonwoo says, reaching across the table and grabbing your shot. he clinks both of the drinks in his hands against everybody else’s before downing one after the other. you watch in astonishment, feeling slightly nauseous for him, and a drink is placed in front of you on the table.

“water,” soonyoung says before you can question him, and sets a few more glasses down. somehow, despite his drunken state earlier, he’s managed to sober up as you drank more and more, despite it being his idea to keep on drinking.

you thank him and immediately grab the glass and begin chugging, not realizing how dehydrated you are.

“can i cut in?” you freeze, nearly choking on your water, and pray to the heavens that that voice doesn’t belong to who you are 101% sure it belongs to. you’ll never not know that voice, never not hear it ringing through your head when you watch a tv show you both liked or walk by your favorite restaurants. all the blood in your body rushes to your face, cheeks and neck burning red.

sliding your eyes from the table in front of you and up to the voice, it’s like your brain is wiped of every thought in your head and your senses are working over time. suddenly the music feels too loud, and the lights too bright, and your dress too tight. jihoon is looking down at you, chewing on his bottom lip nervously—a habit he’d never been able to shake.

you realize much too late that he’s waiting for an answer from you, being under his gaze after so long of even seeing him making your brain work extra hard to process anything. jihoon stands above you, looking sexier than ever in all black with hair pulled back, a few loose strands framing his face. you nod choppily, hands clutching your water glass so hard that it might break from the pressure.

everyone at the table magically disappears after that, soonyoung vanishing from your side the moment you tipped your chin up. the only sign of anyone else having been sat around you are the empty glasses littered across the table.

jihoon takes a seat next to you on the couch, not so subtly wiping his palms on his pants. “are you gonna throw that at me?” he says as a greeting, nodding down at the glass in your hands.

at that, your grip loosens and you set the drink on the table, wiping the condensation from the glass on your dress. “no,” you reply, meeting his eyes. jihoons face softens when you look at him, and you wish you didn’t notice it because you feel your heart break in your chest.

“hi,” he says.

“hi.”

there’s a gap of space between the two of you, wide enough for another person to sit. you want to scoot closer and simultaneously scoot away from him, but stay planted where you’re at. “how’ve you been? it’s good to see you, y/n,” his voice is sincere, and it makes you feel confused, and like you miss him. because you do—it’s why you’re here.

you nod, nervously sliding your hands underneath your legs. “good. it’s nice to see you too,” you reply, and you wonder if this is how the night is going to go; you agreeing with and repeating whatever he says. “how are you?”

jihoon mirrors your anxious over-nodding. “good! just been working.”

“sounds like you,” you offer, earning a smile from him that shoots straight to your chest, followed by a ripple of sadness. work. the one thing you couldn’t compete with, so you never tried. and because you never tried, you were always second. second to the music, second to the studio, second to everything you let him put above you.

sensing your discomfort at the mention of the thing that drove a wedge between the two of you, jihoon scrambles to change the subject. work is his fault, but music is something he could never give up. music is his passion, it’s his calling and his purpose in this life. he blames the hours, not the thing. “i’ve been meaning to call you, but i was trying to give you space,” he says.

you nearly scoff in his face because if anything, space was the last thing you needed or wanted from him. you wanted time, but certainly not space. he gave you enough of that while you were together. space is what you got when you allowed yourself to be second. you can only hum at his words, a proper response lost on you.

“i miss you.”

those three words echo through your skull and bounce around the corners before they land squarely in the front. i miss you. somebody had to say it first.

“you don’t show it,” you murmur, looking down at the floor. you’re acutely aware of how much space is between you when the gap lessens, his thighs centimeters from your own in an instant.

“hm? i couldn’t hear you,” his mouth is very near your ear, leaving you no space if you were to turn your head to look at him. you go to lean back against the couch to put some distance between the two of you, but collide with his arm that is strewn over the back of it.

a surge of nerves runs through your body. finding a new sense of boldness, you scoot away from him and turn towards him, looking him square in the eye. “i said, you don’t show it,” jihoon blinks at you, mulling over your words.

“i don’t show it?” he asks, leaning in. you shake your head, your eyes never leaving his. jihoon brings a hand up to rub his bottom lip. those lips. your eyes drag down to rest upon the soft, pink lips that adorn his face. you fight the urge to trace his bottom lip with your thumb, grateful for the darkness of the club because your face is on fire. “well, it’s true though. i miss you.”

in place of a response, you pick up your water glass and chug the rest. you can feel him watching you, his eyes burning right through you. it’s bad enough that you’ve been craving his presence ever since you called things off with him, but having him this close so soon wasn’t exactly as easy as you dreamed it to be. you’re hot under his gaze, and the water is doing nothing to cool you down.

“you don’t act like it. you didn’t even call,” and maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or you’re simply feeling extra bold but you can’t stop the words from tumbling out of your mouth.

jihoon works his jaw and pushes a few strands of hair out of his face. “i didn’t think you wanted to hear from me.”

“i’ll always want to hear from you.”

at your admission, jihoon leans back against the couch cushion, teeth running over his bottom lip. your gaze lingers on his lips for a brief moment, long enough for jihoon to catch. he shifts against the couch, and you let your thoughts get the best of you and rake your eyes over his figure, shamelessly eyeing his lap. his legs are outstretched in front of him, slightly bent at the knee and fallen open wide.

it’s been months since you’ve had sex, jihoon being your last. you’ve managed to take care of yourself, though you miss feeling full. jihoon watches you drink him in, hand curling around the back of the couch. “are you seeing anyone?” he asks, leaning forward slightly. you shake your head, looking at him pointedly. you don’t have the strength to ask him back, brain taking you back to what soonyoung said earlier. a friend. clearly, there’s something there.

he’s watching you again, and this time you don’t have anything to preoccupy yourself with under his gaze. “congratulations, by the way,” you blurt embarrassingly, trying to find something else to talk about. jihoon blinks a few times, like he’s trying to figure out why you’re congratulating him for anything. “on your music. tonight is for you, isn’t it?”

“oh. thanks. and no, it’s not for me. they just needed an excuse to go out,” he says, brushing the stray strand of hair out of his eyes. you follow the movement and let out a small sigh, hands holding onto your knees.

jihoon leans forward and rests his elbows atop his knees. his face is close to yours, mere inches away. if you leaned in towards him, your lips would brush, and you hate how aware of it you are. you should hate him, shouldn’t want to see him, and certainly shouldn’t be imagining kissing him right now. you left him. but he marked the end of your relationship.

a zing of heat spreads through your chest as you look him in the eye. the club feels too dark, too hot, too loud, and jihoon too close to you. “i need some air,” you rush, standing up on wobbly knees. you pull the hem of your dress down, making the mistake of looking down at jihoon. he stares up at you, his eyes wide as they drag up your legs. when his gaze settles on your face, his lips part and his to the darts out to lick the corner of his mouth.

you swallow the newly formed lump in your mouth and make your way towards the stairs and hobble down, hand gripping tightly to the railing. you manage to make it down the flight of stairs without embarrassing yourself and push past people to get to the exit, outside calling your name like a siren. “y/n!” or maybe it’s literally your ex calling out to you.

jihoon is right on your heels, looking a little stressed as you round the corner around the side of the club. you suck in some air and look over at him, a breeze blowing his hair out of place again. “what?”

he holds his arms out to the side for a brief moment before dropping them at his sides. “i don’t know. i don’t know what to say, i just…” he trails off with a light shake of his head, wiping around his mouth. you just stare at him, bottom lip tucked under your top lip. “i just want to talk to you, i guess. i don’t know. i miss you.” he says for the third time tonight.

you only hum, looking up at the inky black sky. you hear his shoes scuff against the pavement, and then he’s right at your side, shoving his hands into his pockets and rocking onto his heels. “i’d do it differently, if i could, you know? i fucked it all up.”

“what would you have done differently, jihoon? quit your job? stopped making music? i wasn’t going to have you resent me, jihoon,” tonight doesn’t feel like the night for this conversation, but maybe it is. maybe that’s why you came here knowingly, hoping that you’d run into him to make sense of the end of your relationship. “there’s nothing to really change, jihoon. you came home. you checked in. you did it all.” you don’t know why you’re trying to spare his feelings still, but something in you won’t let you dunk on him to his face like you did behind his back.

jihoon is listening, he hears you. but the only thing he can focus on is the way you keep saying his name, and just how much he really misses hearing you say it. blowing out a breath, he shrugs his shoulders up to his ears and drops them, eyes flicking up to you at you. your bottom lip is tucked underneath the top, your eyes already on him. your arms are crossed over your midsection, and a breeze blows a few strands of hair out of their place and jihoon has the urge to put them back, but he stops himself.

“so now what?” you ask, peering down at him. jihoon stares back at you with parted lips, eyes dropping to the ground before flicking back up to you.

“i don’t know. i just miss you, y/n,” he flicks his bangs out of his face and you purse your lips. it’s not like you don’t miss—you do, way too much, in your opinion—you just don’t necessarily know what to do with what he’s saying to you. is he expecting you to magically forget everything and take him back? should you take him back? should you even be talking to him? “you look really nice tonight.”

and he looks too good right now, too approachable, too take-back-able. he looks good enough to do something you might regret in the morning.

jihoon takes a half a step closer to you, the toe of his shoe touching your heel. you turn, interweaving your legs and pressing your abdomen against his and putting a hand on his shoulder. he swallows and ignores the thump thump thump of his heart, nerves skyrocketing the longer you look at him with your hand on him.

in an instant, you’re ducking down and pressing your lips to his. jihoon kisses you back urgently, one hand resting on your hip and the other cradling the side of your face. it’s rushed, messy, and feverish in seconds, jihoon trying his damndest to pull you impossibly closer.

he grows hard below you and the slightest brush of his erection on your leg makes you shiver and part your lips against his, allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth. jihoon drops his hand from your cheek and places it over your ass, pulling your crotch against his own. “i drove here,” he pants against your lips when he gets a moment to pull away.

that’s all you need to hear to let him lead you to his car, your heels echoing off the pavement. jihoon helps you into the back and climbs in immediately after, pulling the door closed and caging you against the backseat and the side of the door.

jihoon settles one knee on the floor of the car and the other on the seat, hands bunching your dress up around your hips as he kisses you fervently. your hands work the buttons of his shirt open, mouths pulling apart for a brief moment when you get to the end of his shirt and fumble with the last button for too long. his shirt falls open and you push it off his shoulders, and wet your lips at the sight of his bare torso.

the air in the car is thick as he sits above you, chest heaving as you drink him in. you rake your nails over the toned body that you once used to get to touch just like this. jihoon nudges your nose with his own, gently pressing his lips to yours once you angle towards him. he holds onto the headrest to brace himself, quietly groaning when you start to work his belt open.

“i need you,” you whine when his belt is pulled free, already rushing to unbutton his pants.

“lemme stretch you out first. you can’t take me yet,” and he’s not trying to be cocky (he definitely is), but he doesn’t need to know if you’ve been fucking other people to know that you definitely aren’t ready for him.

you whine at the thought of having him inside of you, your core aching with need. he’s 100% right, but you want him so bad and feel like you can’t wait.

jihoon is already working his fingers inside of you, pulling your panties down to your knees and dragging his fingers up your folds to collect your slick. he doesn’t tease you like he otherwise would if you were still together, rather he dips two fingers into your sopping, warm hole and curls them upwards. you gasp and he bites his bottom lip, pumping his fingers in and out of you.

arching against the seat, you whimper when he presses against your clit with his thumb as he works his fingers inside of you, reaching that spongy part that makes your vision spot and harsh pants leave your lips. jihoon leans down and kisses on your neck, lips dragging under your jawbone and nearing your collarbones. “i missed this,” he groans into your neck, teeth lightly nipping at the soft skin there. you only buck your hips in response and bury a hand in his hair. “missed you and this perfect pussy.”

a soft grunt escapes you when he slips in a third finger. “you take my fingers so well, baby,” he adds, pulling back from your neck to look down at where you mold around his three fingers. you suck him in greedily, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.

“hoon, i want you,” you whimper, tugging on his hair. his eyes fall closed as he lets you pull on his hair, head falling back as you do it. “i can take it.” you add, pussy clenching around his fingers. you bring your other hand over to pull down his zipper, eagerly pushing at the waistband.

“you sure?” he asks, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek, fingers still moving inside of you. you nod and lean up from the seat and press your chest into his, turning your head to connect your lips in a sloppy kiss.

jihoon pulls his fingers out of you and pull away from you to shove his pants down to his ankles, haphazardly wiping his hand on the fabric of his boxers. jihoon throws himself onto the seat next to you and tugs you onto his lap, one hand making use of unzipping the back of your dress and helping you out of it, followed by your bra and panties.

you’re left in just your heels and him in just his open shirt, his hard cock flat against his stomach. jihoon palms your breasts, letting out a breath when you rock against his lap. “fuck, i need you so bad,” you say, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his neck. reaching between the two of you, you take his thick shaft in your hand and slowly start pumping him, reveling in how he pants into your ear and grips onto your ass tightly.

“i wanna feel you, baby. ride me,” he rasps, biting his lip to hold in a whimper when you swipe your thumb over his tip. you raise your hips and position him at your entrance before slowly sinking down on him, gasping when the head of his cock presses into your hole and stretches you out. “fuckkkk.” he drawls, leaning his head back against the seat.

you hold onto his shoulders for support as you move lower and lower onto him, breathing quickening with each inch you take. his cock fills you up in a way that is so familiar yet so foreign after months of going without. it would be overwhelming if not for the way he rubs your lower back and kisses across your chest, mumbling at you to take your time. “you feel that?” jihoon groans, hands squeezing your hips.

you only whine pathetically and draw your bottom lip in between your teeth. you sink lower, finally bottoming out and shuddering at being stuffed. jihoon lets you sit on his lap and adjust, his ego swelling knowing that you even need the time. “shit,” you whisper, running a hand through your hair and tilting your head back. the stretch is bordering on painful, but you’re not about to quit now, not when your cunt has its own pulse that’s in sync with your heart.

a heavy hand falls on your neck and jihoon pulls you down to his lips, instantly slipping his tongue into your mouth. you moan against him and rock your hips back and forth, sucking in a breath each time you move forwards. you falter in the kiss, simply pressing against his mouth as you grind against him. “you’re so tight,” jihoon grunts, dropping his hand from your neck to toy with your clit. you clench around him and his breath hitches. “i missed this pussy, fuck. i’ve been thinking about you every night.” he admits, earning a whimper in response.

moving up onto your knees, you work up the strength to fuck yourself onto him and place a hand on the roof of the car to steady yourself. “f-fuck, jihoon,” you hiccup, mouth falling open.

“do you miss me too?” he rasps, pinching your clit , hips bucking when you let out a whimper that goes straight to his cock. “you think of me fucking you like this?”

“yes!” you cry out, a response to both of his questions. your thighs burn but you keep bouncing up and down, a familiar tightness forming at the base of your stomach. “missed this so much.” you squeak, dropping onto his lap and rolling your hips.

“yeah?” he pants out, lips ghosting over your neck. “cum for me and show me.” and you look down at him and swear you see a demon for a second, jaw falling to your chest when he rubs his thumb across your bundle of nerves.

putting both of his hands on your ass, he surprises you when he hoists you up before slamming you back down on his cock, careful to avoid knocking your head against the top of the car. you moan and encircle your arms around his neck and hunch down into him, crying out his name as he manually moves you up and down. “j-jihoon!” the air gets pushed from your lungs each time he pulls you down onto his cock, vision blurring.

your cunt clenches around him in a vice grip, making him stutter as he lets out a string of curses mixed with praise. “s-shit, feels so f-fucking g-good,” jihoon manages. he can feel his release creeping up on him, but he’s determined to have you cum first. he still knows all of your tells: heavy breathing, lack of talking back, the tight grip you have on him. “are you gonna cum for me?”

it only takes him fucking you onto his cock a few more times before youre sputtering out his name and your cunt is spasming around his cock. you gush onto his lap and shake against him, nails digging into his shoulder blades. feeling you against him spurs his own orgasm, and ropes of his cum shoot up into you. you want to blame the alcohol for your lack of concern for a condom, but you’re too far gone (and take birth control pills) to take up an issue with letting him fuck you raw.

you settle in his lap and tuck your face into his neck. jihoon rubs your back soothingly and makes no move to get you off of him, or to move. for a few minutes of you sitting on top of him, he lets himself pretend like you’re still together, and softly peppers kisses into your neck, all while his finger tips gently stroke up your spine. you love and hate the intimacy, wishing it were real and yours to hold onto. wishing that it meant something.

“jihoon,” you’re the first to break away after what feels like forever. you sit up and peel yourself off of him, involuntarily moaning when he slips out of you. you roll onto the seat next to him and shyly try your best to cover yourself. “did you really mean it?” you ask.

“mean what?”

“mean it when you said you’d do it all over again?”

he places a hand on your bare leg and looks over at you. “i did. i’d do anything, really, to get you back,” he admits. he doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic, he just wants you back.

you only hum. his bluntness puts butterflies in your stomach, and has you wondering if a second chance would really be that bad? or maybe it’s the fact that you can feel his cum leaking out of you and onto the seats.

“it’s not going to be this easy, jihoon,” you say, playing with the ends of your hair. his hand slides higher as he scoots closer to you, seemingly pulling you back into his lap. you wrap an arm around his neck and toy with his hair. “you’ve really got to try. show me that you care.” you add softly.

jihoon peers up at you with big, pleading eyes, and you feel yourself soften against him. he kisses the center of your chest and you let out a sigh, curling into his body. “i can do that. i just want you back, baby.”

and if he keeps calling you baby, it really might just be that easy.

#svt x you #svt angst #svt smut #svt scenarios #svt x reader #svt fluff #svt imagines #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen angst #seventeen fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #woozi smut #woozi x reader #woozi x you #woozi angst #woozi fluff

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arisumeii · 7 months ago

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[🎈🌟] Cyber Hunter Pegasus : F O U N D Y O U (cont.)

And that is all thank you for reading! This will probably be my last post for this AU until I get ideas again TT so sorry if someone is looking forward for the next one.

Some extra bits of info for this au:

- Tsukasa awakened when he was 16, and became the strongest 2 years after. He was 19 at that time. He was called the youngest ever to reach rank 1.

- Hunters have a leader board where they can see what rank they are and this is located at the hunter association. Hunter names get removed after the hunter is mia for years so that's why tsukasa I not in it currently and rui became no. 1.

- You can rise up the ranks when you ask for a fight with someone from a higher rank than you. This is done legally of course, and is done at arenas. A lot of people come to these events.

Will add to this if I have more ideas!

#project sekai #prsk fa #rui kamishiro #tsukasa tenma #ruikasa #artists on tumblr #fanart

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stargirllanaa · 8 months ago

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Death Grips. III - R.C

Dark!Frat!Rafe Cameron x f!reader

Warnings: Dv( physical abuse),NONCON, Mentions of Dv, Cheating, mentions of cheating, abusive relationship, gaslighting, manipulation, frat!rafe, blackmail, emotional abuse, underage drinking, he’s an asshole guys

Summary: inspired by ‘death grips’ by Etta Marcus/ After a messy break up with Rafe Cameron your freshman year of college, he can’t seem to leave you alone. Whether you’re awake or asleep

Series Masterlist

A/n: hey guys, I just got back from out of the country so this took me a little longer than I wanted it to but hope u enjoy and pls leave feedback and lmk how u like it whether it’s an anonymous ask, reblog or comment I do read all feedback and try to incorporate what you guys suggest!

Part: III

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The beach was alive with noise and chaos. Voices carried across the sand, blending with the pounding of the waves and the crackle of the bonfire. The night should have felt carefree and fun even, but as soon as you saw Rafe leaning against a log near the fire, his easy laugh cutting through the hum of the crowd, it was like every muscle in your body locked up.

You froze, but Mia nudged you forward, oblivious—or maybe just willfully blind. “Come on,” she said with a grin, already scanning the crowd for Topper. “He’s not going to do anything. Just stick with me.”

You didn’t respond. Your eyes stayed locked on Rafe as he glanced up and noticed you. His reaction was immediate—his laugh froze mid-sound, his blue eyes narrowing just slightly before he recovered. He raised his beer in a lazy toast, smirking in your direction.

Mia didn’t notice. “See? He’s being chill. You’re fine,” she said breezily, dragging you toward the fire.

But you didn’t feel fine.

At first, you stayed on the outskirts, keeping your distance and nursing the drink someone shoved into your hand. You told yourself you were just being paranoid, that Rafe wasn’t paying any attention to you. But it was impossible to shake the feeling of his eyes brushing over you whenever you moved too close to the firelight.

It wasn’t long before he was beside you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice casual, almost soft.

You didn’t look at him. “What do you want?”

“I’m not trying to bother you,” he said quickly, hands raised as if to show he meant no harm. “I just—look, I wanted to say I’m sorry. For everything.”

You stiffened. “What?”

“I mean it,” Rafe said, his voice dropping. “I know I messed up. I’ve been… I don’t know. Trying to figure my shit out.” He took a step closer, his gaze steady. “I just want us to be cool. That’s all.”

“Cool,” you repeated flatly. “Right. Sure.”

You wanted to walk away, to shut him down and make it clear he wasn’t welcome. But something in his tone—his softness, his willingness to admit fault made you hesitate. It wasn’t like him.

“I mean it,” he said again, holding your gaze. “You don’t have to forgive me, but I don’t want things to be like this. It doesn’t have to be so… heavy.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t trust him. He’d proven that over and over. But he didn’t press. He just lingered, staying close but not too close, offering you drinks every time your cup got low.

You didn’t realize how much you’d had to drink until you were laughing at something—God knows what—with a girl you barely knew. The firelight blurred, the edges of the world softening as the alcohol worked its way through your system.

Rafe wasn’t far, leaning against a log a few feet away, his eyes on you.

“You’re finally relaxing,” he said, his voice light as he moved closer.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t make it weird.”

He smirked, holding his hands up in surrender. “Not trying to. Just saying it’s nice to see you like this. You’re always so tense around me.”

“Damn, I wonder why,” you shot back, though your words were starting to slur.

He laughed, low and warm. “Fair point.”

Before you could respond, he tilted his head toward the darker stretch of beach beyond the fire. “Let’s go for a walk. Too loud here.”

“No thanks,” you said immediately, shaking your head.

“Come on,” he pressed, his tone light but insistent. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just want to talk. No bullshit, I promise.”

You hesitated. Part of you screamed to stay by the fire, to not let him pull you away from the safety of the crowd. But the alcohol muffled your thoughts, loosening your grip on the fear that always kept you guarded around him.

Against your better judgment, you nodded.

The sound of the party faded as you walked, the waves swallowing the noise until it was just the two of you under the moonlight. You stumbled slightly, the uneven sand throwing you off balance, but Rafe’s hand steadied you.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice closer than you realized.

“I’m fine,” you muttered, shrugging off his hand.

He didn’t let go immediately, his fingers lingering on your arm for a moment too long before he finally stepped back.

When you stopped walking, he turned to face you, his expression unreadable.

“I miss you,” he said softly.

You blinked, the words not quite registering at first. “What?”

“I miss us,” he said, his voice low and almost vulnerable. “I know I screwed up. I know I hurt you. But I want to fix it.”

You stared at him, the alcohol dulling your initial burst of anger. “Are you serious?”

“I’m not asking you to forget everything,” he said quickly. “I just—I want another chance. I can be better. I know I can.”

You laughed, sharp and bitter. “Another chance? Are you insane?”

“I’m serious,” he said, stepping closer. “I’ve been working on myself. I’ve been trying—”

“You’re fucking delusional,” you snapped, cutting him off. The alcohol loosened the words, pulling them out of you before you could stop. “You cheated on me. You hit me. You made me feel like I was nothing. And now you want me to just… what? Forget all of that and give you another chance?”

Rafe flinched, the softness in his expression hardening into something sharper. “I was messed up back then. I didn’t know how to—”

“No,” you said, your voice shaking with anger. “You knew exactly what you were doing. You always knew. And you loved it.”

“Don’t act like you didn’t have a part in it,” he said, his voice rising. “You knew how to push my buttons. You knew how to make me lose my shit.”

You took a step back, your body trembling. “You’re disgusting.”

The silence between you stretched, heavy and suffocating. For a moment, you thought he might lash out, that he’d grab your arm or raise his voice. But instead, he smiled—cold and sharp, the boyish charm replaced by something cruel.

“You’re drunk,” he said simply, stepping closer. “I’ll give you a pass. But you’re not over me. You never will be.”

You turned and walked away, the sound of his laughter following you as you stumbled back toward the fire. You didn’t care if you looked unsteady or ridiculous; all you cared about was putting as much distance between you and him as possible.

When you reached the edge of the crowd, Mia was nowhere to be seen. Your stomach twisted, a fresh wave of anger rising as you realized she’d probably disappeared with Topper again, leaving you to fend for yourself.

Your hands shook as you grabbed your bag, your breaths coming in uneven gasps. You didn’t look back toward the dark stretch of beach where Rafe still stood, watching you.

~~~~~~

You slammed the door of your dorm shut, the sound echoing through the small space. Your clothes still smelled faintly of bonfire smoke, your hair damp from the salt air, but none of that mattered. The only thing you could focus on was the lingering sensation of Rafe’s smirk, his words still ringing in your ears.

“You’re not over me. You never will be.”

The audacity made your stomach churn, and as you tossed your bag onto your bed, you couldn’t stop your hands from trembling. You needed to talk to someone to make sense of everything that had happened at the beach. But when Mia walked through the door minutes later, her laughter bubbling over as she scrolled through her phone, something inside you snapped.

She looked up, startled. “Whoa. What’s with the death glare?”

“Where the hell were you?” you snapped, unable to hold it anymore.

The smile on her face faded instantly. “What?”

“At the beach,” you said, your voice shaking. “You said we’d stick together, that you wouldn’t leave me alone, and then you disappeared with Topper like it was nothing.”

Mia’s brow furrowed, her confusion quickly morphing into defensiveness. “Hold on, what happened? Did Rafe—”

“What do you think happened?” you snapped, cutting her off. “He cornered me, got me drunk, and then tried to tell me he wants me back. And you weren’t there, Mia. You left me alone with him.”

She blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Okay, but nothing actually happened, right? I mean, you’re here, you’re fine—”

“Fine?” The word came out sharp, almost bitter. “Are you kidding me? You know what he’s like, Mia. You know how much he’s put me through, and you still dragged me there like it didn’t matter. You’re literally fucking his best friend.”

Her mouth opened, then closed, like she wasn’t sure how to respond. “It’s not like that,” she said finally. “Topper’s not Rafe, and I thought—”

“You thought what?” you interrupted, your voice rising. “That I’d just magically be okay? That I’d be fine hanging out with my abusive ex at a party while you played house with his best friend?”

“Abusive?” she repeated, her eyes widening slightly.

You froze, realizing the word had slipped out before you could stop it. But there was no taking it back now. “Yeah,” you said, your voice quieter now. “He was abusive, Mia. And you still keep putting me in situations where I have to see him. Do you even care how that feels for me?”

Her expression shifted, guilt flickering across her face before she crossed her arms defensively. “Of course, I care,” she said. “But it’s not like I’m dragging you into this on purpose. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Ghost Topper because you and Rafe had a shitty relationship?”

The words hit you like a slap, your anger twisting into something deeper—something closer to hurt. “I’m not asking you to break things off with him,” you said, your voice trembling. “I’m asking you to have some fucking empathy. You’re supposed to be my friend, Mia.”

“I am your friend,” she shot back. “But maybe you need to stop blaming me for everything. I didn’t make you date him, and I didn’t make you stay with him when things got bad. That was your choice.”

You flinched, the accusation cutting deeper than you expected. For a second, you thought about yelling, about telling her to leave and never come back. But instead, you turned away, your chest tight with something between anger and sadness.

“Just… go, Mia,” you said quietly. “I can’t do this right now.”

She hesitated, her arms still crossed. “Fine,” she said after a moment, her voice tight. “But don’t expect me to keep putting up with this shit forever.”

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving you alone in the silence of the room.

~~~~~

You were sitting on your bed, the faint glow of your desk lamp casting long shadows across the walls. The air felt heavy, the silence broken only by the sound of Rafe pacing in front of you.

“Let me see your phone,” he said, his voice low and clipped.

You froze, clutching the device tighter. “Why?”

“Because,” he snapped, facing you with a sharp glare. “I saw Bella texting you earlier. What did she say?”

“Nothing important,” you said quickly, your stomach twisting.

He didn’t believe you. “Show me.”

You hesitated, your fingers trembling as you unlocked your phone and handed it over. He snatched it from your grasp, scrolling through your messages with a storm brewing in his eyes.

His jaw clenched as he stopped on Bella’s most recent text:

“r u ok? im rlly worried about u and rafe. u don’t have to stay with him yk. u deserve sm better. <3”

“Worried about us?” Rafe said, his voice dripping with mockery. “What’s she so worried about, huh? Did you tell her we had a fight? That’s cute.”

“I didn’t tell her anything,” you said quickly, your chest tightening. “She’s just… she’s just being a good friend.”

“She’s not your friend,” he said sharply, tossing the phone onto the bed. “She’s trying to break us up. You think I’m stupid? You think I don’t see what’s going on?”

“She’s not trying to break us up,” you insisted, your voice trembling. “She’s just—”

“Shut up,” he interrupted, his tone cold and final. “You’re done talking to her. Do you hear me? You’re going to block her, and you’re not going to say another word to her. She’s gone.”

“No,” you said quietly, your voice barely audible. “You’ve already made me cut off everyone else. Bella’s the only friend I have left.”

“You still have me... you have Mia,” Rafe said, stepping closer, his shadow looming over you. “That should be enough for you. You don’t need anyone else.”

Tears welled in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. “This isn’t protection, Rafe. This is fucking control-”

The words barely left your mouth before his hand slammed against the wall beside your head, making you flinch.

“What did you just say?” he demanded, his voice dangerously low.

You didn’t answer.

~~~~~~~~

You woke with a gasp, your heart pounding as you sat up in bed. The room was dark, the faint glow of your phone the only source of light. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe, the weight of the dream pressing down on your chest.

Even now, after everything, he still had a hold on you.

~~~~~~~~

It was late when you found yourself outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. You hadn’t meant to leave the dorm, but sitting in that room, surrounded by memories and silence, felt unbearable.

You ended up at the campus library steps, the faint glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement. It was quiet and peaceful in a way that almost felt foreign.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You turned, startled, to see Cam leaning against the railing, a book in one hand and a thermos in the other. His smile was easy, and his presence grounding, making you feel like you could finally take a breath.

“Something like that,” you admitted, sitting down beside him.

He didn’t press or ask why your eyes were rimmed with exhaustion or why you were out so late. Instead, he offered you the thermos, the warmth of it seeping into your palms as you held it.

“I saw you at the beach,” he said after a moment, his tone careful.

You stiffened but didn’t look at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He hesitated. “You okay?”

You thought about lying, about brushing it off like you always did. But the words slipped out before you could stop them.

“No.”

He nodded like he’d expected that, his gaze steady as he looked at you. “If you ever want to talk…”

“I don’t,” you said quickly, cutting him off. Then, softer: “Not yet.”

“That’s fine,” he said easily, leaning back against the steps. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You didn’t respond, but for the first time in what felt like forever, the silence didn’t feel so heavy.

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slavdollz4mangione · 6 months ago

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I was thinking about ur post about lu and jack schlossbeeg. Imagine u and break up because he is stupid and runs away from his issues and then u start rebounding with Jack and you both are all over sm and people are obsessed and he has to see it all and everyone he knows is like did u see this??

ANONNNN the way i gasped reading this… lemme do a hc real quick 😽

ex boyfriend lu finding out you’re dating jack schlossberg:

- ex boyfriend lu who went mia on everyone including you, who didn’t leave you with any message about his whereabouts, only a hand written note telling you he needed time for himself and that you shouldn’t wait for him which obviously left you heartbroken beyond repair

- ex boyfriend lu who finally shows up back home months later, brushing off everyone’s questions regarding his disappearance

- ex boyfriend lu who asks his friends and family about you one day and everyone goes dead silent which freaks him out because now he thinks something bad happened to you

- ex boyfriend lu who learns you moved to new york city a few months after he left through his sister

- ex boyfriend lu who finds your instagram profile again and sees you looking as beautiful as ever, living your best life in new york but as he starts scrolling… who the hell is that man all over your newest pictures?

-ex boyfriend lu who starts feeling a pit forming in his stomach the more he scrolls through your feed

- ex boyfriend lu who finds out you’re publicly dating john f kennedy’s grandson and feels like his world is collapsing on itself

- ex boyfriend lu who’s itching to reach out to you and do everything in his power to get you back while his family has to pry that phone out of his hands because he’s not thinking straight and would probably make you hate him for putting you through so much pain only to come back into your life like nothing has changed

- ex boyfriend lu who can’t stand watching you with jack, even more so seeing how the entire country seems to be obsessed with you two, calling you the next jfk junior and carolyne bessette and cheer about how you managed to break the kennedy curse

- ex boyfriend lu who can’t be mad at anyone else but himself because he’s the one who basically sent you into the arms of another man and has to continue on with his life knowing he lost the woman he loves most because of a stupid mistake he made

(he might not believe or be into manifestation and law of attraction/assumption but best believe luigi nicholas mangione is gonna make the universe bring you back to him no matter what it takes)

AJSHSHSHS I’M SORRY LULU I LOVE YOU THE MOST

#luigi mangione x reader #luigi mangione imagine #luigi thoughts

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koiiiji · 1 year ago

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windbreaker characters as parents ༘⋆🌷🫧💭 ⋆˙

tw ; cuteness overload, contains character x character and character x reader

pairings ; min u x mia, shelly x jay jo, dom x reader, monster x reader, vinny x reader

౨ৎ let's start from min u and mia! proud parents of a girl and boy who are three years apart. girl is the older sister and goes along with her brother super well even through his puberty. mia is a great mother and her kids never hide anything from her as they know that they can trust her. mia and her daughter have their own "girls secrets" and side jokes, while min u and his son are super annoyed by it and tried to make their own side jokes, but girls always know its context. also, their grandad and auntie yuna spoil them so much!!! and also min u father are so proud of his son and he really likes mia. all in all 10/10 highly recommended to be born in this family.

౨ৎ shelly and jay. here things are more complicated because shelly parents insisted on them move in the UK during her pregnancy, but they decided to stay in Korea simply because shelly likes weather more and feel more comfortable there. life blessed them with a boy - a copy of his father. but he is a mummy's boy and he gets along with shelly more, even their son's first word was "mama!" when he happily squished shelly’s cheek with his small hands. with time, he builds more interests with jay’s hobbies, so till he hit his puberty he was such a sweet child. but when he turned 14? monster that going through "nobody understands me" era. sometimes jay wonders maybe he need to send his son to his mother so she will teach him some discipline, but then jay remembers that he doesn't want to give his child such trauma. by the way jay family calmed down the moment jay was accepted on the really well paid job and even his mother was proud that her son has international family. all in all 7/10 bc both jay and shelly parents would have a beef over who is better grandparents.

౨ৎ so i can imagine that dom would accept his father's business even tho he didn't insist. so you two were gifted with three daughters each with year apart. dom honestly wished his first would be a boy so he can grow up and protect his sisters, but fate had her own ideas. through your second pregnancy dom repeated that he would be happy for girl or boy, just healthy, strong child (he prayed for a boy), and you decided not to find out who you were going to have until the baby was born. and it was sweet, super calm girl. on third pregnancy dom really tried to have a boy (yes, he scrolled all that weird mums forums to find out in which pose you can conceive a boy). he has genuinely been surprised when doctor said you will have a girl. who was the happiest over the fact that he surrounded by girls? his father!! he loves all four of you, and dom suspect that his father loves you more than him. he definitely would call you daughter and generally he is super granddad and father-in-law. your daughters loves their granddad too!! imagine them cling to him from all sides, hanginig on his neck, arms and legs. generally girls goes along super good, but oldest and youngest are more close to their father as they share extrovert personality, while middle girl gets super along with you. dom are scared that they are growing up too fast and that in one day they will start dating b̴̨̢̰͖̂ͫͨ̒ͦͩơ̷̧̢̛̤̠̻͔̤̖̳͖̥̼̲̮̥̣̼̮̂̽̓ͮ͆̉ͩ͆ͣͧ̿ͫ́͋ͩ̏̚̕̚͜͞y̶̢͎̜̬͖̩̰̬̞̓͌̽͆̈́̉̑ͨ̂ͧ͌̌̇̅͗͌͘͜͟s̶̸̢͉͙͈̳̻̣̲͔̜̩ͮ̌̃̄̄̓̍̽͌̈́͑́͑ͩ͟͠͝ 💀☠️ all in all 9/10 dom vibes with his favourite girls but one one stingy male tear drops when he sees fathers play baseball with their sons (he was hitted in the nose with a ball from his youngest daughter)

౨ৎ when you and deokbong announced that you will have a child, people were... curious - how?? how you would be able to carry his child since you look so small in comparison to him. and you know what? it was twin boys... the birth was difficult but you did it and then you faced new challenge - both boys was copy of their father and they was heavy. you prayed for your back, seriously, but deokbong is super supportive husband and father so he was always there to help you. thankfully your boys were calm. like literally they always had serious faces, fists clenched and almost never cried. with time your younger one maintained your character and more of your features showed, like brows and nose form, cheeks, and face shape. all in all 10/10 you four would be happy simple sport family!!

౨ৎ vinny hong refuse to have children. end of headcanon.

but seriously, vinny had huge trauma from his father and from bulling in school, he will never be sure that he is enough as financially and emotionally for kids, so you two are proud parents of one big dog, maybe doberman or cane corso and lazy cat. all in all 7/10 just because there are too much wool at home and vinny refuse to go on a walk with dog in the early morning.

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