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First juju fic....kinda scared....but let me know if I should keep writing for her
"Juju...i already told you," I could feel my frustration bubbling up. Catching her in the act of kissing another girl was not on my bingo card of the year. "It's a no. I don't care what you have to say, we're done."
"baby....please...its not what it looked like," following like a lost puppy, Juju begged. I couldn't care less in the moment.
Her hand wraps around my wrist, trying to stop me from walking further away. I stopped, looking down at the contact. The calmness of her tone, it further the irritation that was brewing.
I ripped my arm from her grip, "I said I don't want to hear what you have to say. Leave me the f-"
"Y/n....calm down...okay."
"No! If you weren't sucking someone's else face...i wouldn't be acting like this!" I spun around, our eyes meeting. The hurt in her eyes made me want to calm down, but nothing was stopping the hurt that I felt. "I really thought I could trust you...and you walked all over me. My trust...my ego...my love for you. I just need some space...please."
Tears swelled in my eyes. Juju's seemed to mirror. "Okay. I can give you space," she looked down, wiping her eyes before looking back at me, "I love you."
I nod. I had nothing else to say. My legs turned me around, walking me out of the packed party. The party, that if I stayed would have burned something within me, was for the women's team defeating the undefeated UCLA. Maybe she got too cocky. But that cockiness just ruined our whole relationship.
2 weeks later....
It's been hard. I missed her more than I would like to admit. Her sarcasm used to fill the awkward moments with friends. Her jokes flowing in conversation resulting in fits of laughter. Then, her presence. It was grounding, calming, and I needed all of that in my life. But Juju was that....and she wasn't here.
I struggled to pull myself out of bed, groaning with the motion. Hating myself and the world had become a more common thing for me these days. I hated myself for not listening to the girl cause what if she really hadn't done anything. Maybe I jumped to conclusions, maybe I was a jerk, maybe I was the one who didn't deserve her. Not the other way around.
Throwing on whatever was near, I made my way out of the sloppy dorm room. Opening the door, to my surprise, I was welcomed with many holding flowers.
"uh...excuse me," he looked down at the small paper attached to the bouquet of roses, "Y/n? These are for you."
"I think you might have the wrong y/n. Nobody is gonna send me anything," I closed my door, locking before turning back around to face the guy.
"Y/n l/n....from Juju Watkins? Does that sound right?"
Shock washed over me. Why would Juju send me flowers? "Um...yeah...yeah that sounds right."
"well," he held them out, "here you go. Have a nice day, ma'am."
"than-thank you." I stood there, flowers in hand, dumbfounded. I couldn't piece together why, the woman I yelled at and refused to say 'i love you' back too, would send flowers to me.
Quickly, I read the small note attached to the stem. Hoping that it would tell me why she would.
'I know your probably not happy with me...but I wanted to send you flowers (even tho Valentine's day was a little while ago...) for V' day. I would never not get you something....but I figured it would have been stupid to send something right after everything went down. Just know, I'm sorry that what happened happened. I'm always ready to talk whenever you are. I love you too much to not wait. Love, Juju'
"it's not too much is it?" Her voice rang through my ears, my head snapping up to meet the girl I've been missing tremendously.
Juju.
Sniffling, I pulled her into a tight embrace, "I've missed you so much." The words mumbled into my shoulder. Her arms tighten their hold on around me, pulling me impossibly closer.
"I've missed you too," a broken chuckle fell from my lips, "even if I don't necessarily like you right now."
Juju's body tensed, "can we talk about...what happened, please?"
I nodded, escaping her hold to unlock the door. Opening it, I step in allowing Juju to follow.
"I'm so sorry you saw me kiss another girl....but I didn't kiss her. She kissed me. I was drunk...she was drunk....she thought I was into her....so she took her shot. I pushed her off of me, but she latched back on as you walked in. I wish I could've been able to stop you from seeing it. I would have told you what happened....i just wish everything would have went down another way. I'm sorry baby." Juju was almost begging for forgiveness. Her words sinking in, my brain deciding whether to trust her or not. Something in the way she let everything just crash through whatever dam was holding it in convinced me, convinced me that she was telling the truth.
"okay."
"okay?"
"I accept your apology and now I want kisses to make up for it," I held my arms out, hoping the girl would just go with it. To my liking, she did.
"God I've wanted to kiss you for weeks," a smirk settled on her lips, well, before her lips crashed onto mine.
My arms snaked around her neck as her hands fell to my waist. Her grip tight and dominant, almost like she would never let me go. Our lips moved against each other like they were made to be kissed by the other. A feeling of familiarity settled within me. Thoughts seemed to not form properly, other than one thought. We were meant to be, and nothing was going to get in the way of that again.
Once we were both on the verge of not breathing, we broke apart. Smiles stretched across both of our faces as the realization set in.
"I love you more than anything," I whispered, resting my head on her shoulder. Juju's arms pulling me into a hug, the warmth of her embrace calming me. The grounding feeling I had been missing not even an hour ago.
"I love you too, Y/n. More than my own life," the words seemed to effect me more than they had ever before. I felt like she truly meant it.
Nothing would ever break my trust in her again.
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A/n : ha...ha....if this is trash, let me know and I won't ever write for juju again.
But if y'all like....let me know and I'll definitely write for her again.
(I'm truly in love with this woman....shes another one of my wives.)
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Hi! I was wondering if I could request a female reader x Thanos.
What about reader and thanos weâre close before the games both harbouring feelings maybe, but they both have mental health struggles and she is someone who dose things with out thinking of the consequences because she doesnât care so anyway when they find each other in the games thanos is aware of her tendencies and is like kind of babysitting her.
Like in the first game she makes zero move once she finds out you die and he literally drags her across, and maybe the second game she is always his first choice but she just lays there depressed and cynical and makes sarcastic comments while him and nah gy go around finding team mates or in mingle she makes no move but ofc he always saves her ass, until one night he gives her a rude awakening a harsh pep talk feeling confessing etc. u can put your own spin on it ofc ofc!!
I DONâT CARE
parings: thanos/choi su-bong x f!reader
warnings: swearing, mention of drugs and alcohol, mental health issues, death, blood, typical squid game stuff
You and Thanos had always been a little fucked up.
Thatâs what made you close.
You met him at a party two years agoâone of those loud, suffocating nights where everyone was either high, drunk, or trying to be. He was leaning against a balcony, smoking, watching the chaos unfold like it was a movie heâd seen a hundred times before.
You had walked up, grabbed the cigarette from his lips, and took a drag without asking.
He had let you.
âYou look like you want to jump,â you had said, staring down at the city lights.
He had snorted. âYou look like you wouldnât care if I did.â
That was the start of it.
You werenât exactly good for each other, but you understood each other. The reckless, self-destructive tendencies. The numbness that came in waves. You never had to explain why you did the things you didâskipping work for days at a time, getting blackout drunk just to feel something, making choices that could ruin you without thinking twice. Because he got it.
And maybe that was why, despite all the tension, all the times you nearly crossed the line from friends to something else, you never did. Because you knew the second you let him have you, you wouldnât be able to stop.
Then he disappeared.
You heard the rumorsâhe got into drugs, got into trouble, owed money to the wrong people. You had reached out once, maybe twice, but you never pushed. And eventually, you stopped trying.
Until now.
Until you saw him again.
Your head was pounding. Your body ached. You barely remembered how you got here, only that you had woken up in this fucking tracksuit with the number 067 on your chest and some masked freak telling you to follow the others.
And thenâ
âNo fucking way.â
Your stomach twisted at the sound of his voice.
You turned.
And there he was.
Thanos.
He looked like hellâbruised knuckles, tired eyes, the same cocky smirk that always made you want to punch him in the face.
âDidnât think Iâd see you again,â he said, stepping closer. His gaze flickered over you, as if making sure you were real.
You swallowed. âYeah. Same.â
Silence stretched between you.
Then he snorted. âI shouldâve known youâd end up in some fucked-up shit like this.â
You crossed your arms. âTakes one to know one.â
He huffed a laugh, but there was something behind it. Something tight. Something that made your chest ache.
âHow bad?â you asked, voice quieter.
His jaw tensed. âBad.â
You nodded.
He nodded back.
You didnât need to say more.
Because he knew what you were asking. And you knew what he wasnât saying.
And when the sirens blared, when you were herded outside for the first game, when the blood started spilling and the bodies started dropping, you froze.
Gunshots rang out. Bodies collapsed. Screams filled the air, and yet you just stood there, frozen.
You werenât scared. No, fear would mean you actually cared about living. You simply didnât see the point. What was the point?
You stood there, staring at the massive doll, blinking slowly as the words âGreen Lightâ echoed in the cold air.
Around you, people were rushing forward, sprinting, their eyes wide with desperation. The tension was palpable, the sound of rapid heartbeats almost deafening as they tried to make it to the end before the next âRed Light.â
You werenât scared. You werenât anything. Just numb.
You could hear itâthe gasps of fear, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, and thenâgunshots.
Someone screamed.
But still, you didnât move.
The moment it hit you, like a wave crashing over a brittle shore, was that you werenât just standing still because you were numb. You were standing still because it didnât matter. If you died here, it wouldnât matter. If you made it out, what would it change?
Nothing. Everything was pointless.
And thatâs when you felt itâThanosâs hand, strong and relentless, grabbing your wrist, yanking you forward.
âThe fuck are you doing?â His voice was a low hiss, filled with fury, but his grip on you didnât loosen.
Your feet stumbled as you were dragged, fighting for balance. Your mind was foggy, distant, numb to the fear that gripped everyone else. The bloodshed, the screams, the flashing lightsâit was like you were standing outside of it all, watching it happen to someone else.
âMove!â Thanos barked, his fingers digging into your skin.
You tried to jerk away, feeling the weight of his grip only tightening.
âIââ You blinked, but your voice felt hollow. âI donât care.â
The next whistle blew.
Your body jerked with the momentum of his tug, and for a moment, you didnât feel the ground under your feet. Thanosâs arm wrapped around your waist, lifting you, pulling you through the crowd of bodies that were tumbling and falling like leaves in a storm.
Gunshots rang out in the background. You could see it nowâpeople, falling. Bodies collapsing like ragdolls.
But you didnât care.
âYou wanna die?â Thanosâs voice was harsh, just an inch from your ear, filled with raw anger.
You blinked slowly. âI donât care,â you repeated, though the words felt strange in your mouth. Almost like a lie youâd told yourself for so long that youâd forgotten what it really meant.
Thanosâs grip tightened. He wasnât listening, not to your words. He wasnât letting you slip into that void again. His eyes were wide, jaw clenched, the muscle in his neck pulsing with barely contained frustration. The whistle blew again.
ïżœïżœïżœShut the fuck up,â he muttered, lifting you off your feet entirely now, dragging you forward like you weighed nothing.
He didnât give you a choice. He didnât care that you didnât care. He was going to keep you alive, even if it meant forcing you to fight against the numbness that consumed you.
By the time the countdown ended, you were nearly at the finish line. Your heart thudded in your chestânot from fear, not from adrenaline, but because of the strange, foreign sensation of being pulled back from the edge.
Thanos pushed you across the line. He was breathless, chest heaving from the physical strain of pulling you. His grip on your waist loosened only when the game ended, and the crowdâs screams faded.
When it was over, when the air cleared, you leaned back against the cold wall, your body sliding down to the ground, exhaustion settling in.
Thanos stood there, staring at you, chest heaving in rhythm with yours. His eyes narrowed with something dangerous, something you hadnât seen before. Something deeper than anger.
âYouâre fucking crazy,â he spat, but it lacked the usual humor.
You didnât answer. You just sat there, staring at the floor. The adrenaline was leaving your system, and all you had left was the heaviness of everythingâthe gunshots, the blood, the screams.
âI donât care,â you whispered, almost to yourself.
Thanos crouched in front of you, eyes intense, searching your face for something he didnât know how to find. Something that he needed to fix.
âNo,â he snapped, his hand reaching out to grip your chin, forcing you to look at him. âWeâre not doing this. Not anymore.â
His fingers dug into your skin, the intensity in his gaze so powerful that you couldnât look away, even though part of you wanted to. His voice softened, but there was no less fire in it. âI wonât let you throw yourself away.â
Your chest tightened. Something deep inside of you stirred, but it was fleeting. You felt vulnerable, stripped bare in front of him.
âI wonât let you die,â he muttered, more to himself than to you, his thumb gently brushing over your skin like it could erase everything you were running from.
You felt the ache in your chest then, the crack that began to form from the pressure of his words. The weight of his care.
And for a second, just a second, it felt like you were actually seen.
â
The next day when the guards announced the next game, you didnât bother to move. You just sat there, your arms resting on your knees, watching the other players scramble to form teams, trying to sort out the chaos of who was going to be their partner. You could hear the shuffling of feet, the anxious whispers, the desperation in every movement. But none of it touched you. You were past it.
âGet up.â
Thanosâs voice cut through the haze of indifference surrounding you. He was standing over you, his arms crossed, his eyes narrowed.
You didnât respond right away. Instead, you tilted your head back, staring at the high ceiling above, your mind drifting. He could wait.
âIâm not asking, sweetheart.â His voice was firm now, sharp like a warning. âGet up.â
You sighed, the weight of the world pressing on your chest. This wasnât even the worst of it. You glanced at him briefly, and for a second, something flickered in your chestâa feeling, a pulse of something that made you almost want to smile. Almost.
You dragged yourself up from the floor with exaggerated slowness, not bothering to hide the way your limbs felt heavy, as if your body didnât belong to you anymore. The sound of the other players forming teams, their voices blending into the background, became distant.
Thanos didnât wait for you to make a move. His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him toward the group that was gathering to select their partners.
âYouâre with me,â he said, without asking, without giving you any say in it. His words werenât a requestâthey were a demand.
You raised an eyebrow, raising your free hand to smooth your hair back. âThanos, you need five people, not just one. Go find your three others.â
He didnât even look at you as he grunted. âGet up. Weâre doing this.â
You werenât sure why it annoyed you. Maybe it was the way he thought he could just make decisions for you like that, or maybe it was the fact that you didnât want to give a shit about anything anymore. But instead of arguing, you flopped back against the wall, letting out a deep sigh. âYouâre so bossy.â
âI swear, if you donâtââ
âYouâll what?â you asked lazily, watching the other players scramble like rats. âLet me die?â
He stared at you, jaw clenched, clearly fighting the urge to snap at you. You saw the anger flaring in his eyes, the protective instinct swirling beneath the surface. But he said nothing. He didnât yell at you. He just turned and walked away, a look of frustration flashing across his face.
It was strange. Normally, youâd see that and feel some sick satisfaction. But today, it left you empty, like the familiar edge of tension between you and him had dulled.
After a few moments, he came back. You didnât look up from where you were sprawled on the floor, your legs stretched out in front of you.
Thanos took the spot next to you. He didnât say anything. He just sat there, silent, his eyes scanning the group. You could tell he was waiting for you to make a move, to show some sign that you were still capable of caring about something.
But you didnât. You didnât move.
And maybe that was why, when he spoke again, his voice was softer, quieter. âCome on. Weâve got to find one more person.â
You didnât answer him. You just kept staring ahead, your eyes unfocused.
Thanos cursed under his breath. âFine. Stay here. I donât give a shit. But weâre playing this fucking game.â
When you didnât react, he stood up, dragging a reluctant Nam-Gyu over to form the rest of the team. You could hear them talking quietly for a moment, but it barely registered in your head.
You hadnât realized how much it hurt, how much the detachment had taken a toll on you, until you felt him next to you again, the weight of his presence a reminder that somethingâsomeoneâstill cared.
It was just a fleeting moment, but it stung.
âYou with me or what?â
You finally looked up at him. The frustration in his eyes hadnât faded, but there was something else there, something deeper, almost like he was begging you to show up.
You stood without a word, dusting yourself off as you followed him to the designated area.
Thanos didnât say anything else as the game began. He just watched you, his eyes never leaving you as you moved through the tasks. His hands were steady, precise, but every time you stumbled, he was there to catch you. His grip on your arm was always firm, as if he were trying to anchor you to this world, to this moment where you were still alive.
Every time you fell behind, he didnât yell. He didnât berate you. He just pulled you up and kept you going.
And for the first time in a long while, you didnât feel like you were fighting the game. You werenât fighting him either.
You were fighting with him.
And as the game stretched on, the realization hit you: this wasnât just about survival anymore. Thanos wasnât just keeping you alive because of some unspoken duty or because he had no other choice.
He was doing it because he wanted to.
You couldnât quite understand it, but you didnât mind it. Not anymore.
â
The next game felt like a cruel joke.
You stood at the edge of the group, your mind numb to the urgency that seemed to swallow the others whole. The guards had explained the rulesânothing complicated, just survivalâyet your body remained unmoving, despite the chaos unfolding around you.
Most of the players immediately scrambled, eyes wide, feet shuffling as they sought safety. You could hear the hurried breaths of your fellow players, the scrape of shoes against the concrete floor, the soft sounds of bodies rushing and tumbling in all directions. Yet, you just⊠didnât care.
Everyone else seemed like they were fighting for their lives, but you?
You were waiting for it all to end.
And then, just like that, you felt the heat of a body next to yours. His scentâleather, sweat, something familiarâstruck you before you even saw him.
âNope,â Thanos muttered under his breath as his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist before you could even process what was happening.
You blinked, the numbness in your mind finally starting to fade as he yanked you toward him, pulling you into his space like heâd done countless times before. âNot today,â he said firmly, his voice low with that undercurrent of protectiveness that you had come to know so well.
You didnât fight him. Not this time. His grip was strong, secure, and for once, you allowed yourself to lean into it. You didnât want to make the effort to run or find a spot of safety. So you didnât.
âYou didnât have to do that,â you muttered, looking up at him, your voice quieter than you intended.
Thanos glanced down at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. âYes, I fucking did,â he replied, his tone hard, his grip never faltering.
You stayed quiet as he pulled you into an empty room, positioning you closer to the wall, where the guards couldnât reach as easily if for some reason they decided to kill you. But it was more than thatâhe was keeping you close, making sure no one else could get too near, too close.
You hated how much it comforted you.
The minutes ticked by, the guardsâ voices harsh in the background, and still, you stood there, pressed against him. His body was warm, solid, like a shield. You didnât think about how strange it felt to have him act like thisâto be the one protecting you. No, you just let him, because for once, it felt like you had a reason to stay.
You werenât sure how much time passed, but it was enough for the panic to begin to settle. Enough for you to breathe again. You werenât entirely safe, not yet. But for the first time in days, you werenât just surviving; you were simply existing.
And it felt like an eternity before the sirens sounded, signaling the end of the game. The crowd around you began to move, restless and relieved.
Thanos released his hold on you just slightly, but he didnât step away. His fingers lingered for a moment before dropping to his side.
âThink you can make it on your own?â His voice was quieter now, laced with something you couldnât quite place.
You blinked, suddenly aware of how close the two of you still were, the heat between you both suddenly charging the air in a way that made your chest tighten.
âMaybe,â you muttered, looking away. âBut youâre not exactly a bad guy to have around.â
Thanos snorted, a dark humor creeping into his voice. âDonât get used to it.â
But you could feel his eyes on you, and despite everythingâdespite the absurdity of it allâyou felt something inside shift. The games werenât over, but something between you and Thanos had already changed.
And you werenât sure if you could go back.
â
That night, Thanos snapped.
âI canât keep babysitting you,â he growled, pacing in front of you.
You sat on the floor, arms wrapped around your knees, staring ahead blankly. âI never asked you to.â
He let out a bitter laugh. âYeah? Then what, I shouldâve let you fucking die?â
You didnât answer.
That only pissed him off more.
âYou act like nothing matters. Like you donât give a shit if you live or die. But guess what, sweetheart?â He crouched in front of you, gripping your chin, forcing your eyes on him.
âI give a shit.â
Your breath caught.
He shook his head. âI donât know what the fuck happened to you. I donât know why youâre like this. But you do not get to throw yourself away.â His voice dropped lower. âNot when Iââ
His grip faltered. His expression twisted.
Not when I care about you.
The words never came, but you felt them.
Something deep inside you cracked.
You swallowed hard. Your throat burned. Your chest ached. The weight of his words, of everything youâd been avoiding, came crashing down on you all at once.
For the first time in days, you felt something.
And you werenât sure if that terrified you more than the games themselves.
But one thing was clear.
For Thanos, youâd try.
Even if you didnât know how.
Something had changed.
It was subtle, but it was there.
Thanos didnât say anything after that nightâno more lectures, no more scolding. He just sat with you in the dark, his shoulder pressed against yours, and let the silence stretch between you.
But you could feel it. The weight of his words. The rawness in his voice when he said, I give a shit.
And maybe, just maybe, you had started to give a shit too.
Because the next morning, when the guards announced the next game, you didnât drag your feet. You stood up. You followed. You let Thanos find you in the crowd without him having to pull you by the wrist.
You saw the way he looked at youâlike he noticed the change, like he was waiting for you to slip back into that numb, hollow state again.
You didnât.
Not yet.
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Wanna Bet
Warnings - SMUT, teasing, masturbation, lingerie, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, hand job, degrading, a bit of a sub dom dynamic (both roles for each), daddy kink, dry humping, over stimulation, unprotected sex, finger sucking, name calling.
"I was thinking the other day," Timothée began. We were cuddling lazily on the couch. I noted the cocky tone of his voice and I rolled my eyes. I was in for some teasing.
"You have never turned me down for sex," I could hear the pride and grin in his voice.
"Yeah, well, neither have you big boy," I said.
"It's different with you," he goaded. "I don't think you could resist me if you tried."
I pulled out of his arms and turned to my grinning boyfriend.
"Oh yeah," I asked.
"I'm pretty confident in my statement," he said, putting his hands behind his head.
"Wanna make a bet," I challenged.
"Sounds interesting."
"Alright, we'll see who caves from no sex first, but we can tempt each other."
Timothée leaned forward, interested in my plan.
"Okay, so let's set up the rules," he said, licking his lips.
"No touching erogenous zones as a temptation, that's cheating," I listed
"Alright. How about also we start slow and gradually ramp it up, more exciting that way," he continued.
"Sounds good," I agreed. Just the idea of this game was turning me on. "We also shouldn't get anything else involved. So like no flirting with someone to make each other jealous. It's just things we do."
"No problem," Timothée agreed. "I'll have you breaking within hours."
"We start tomorrow," I said with a roll of my eyes.
"Well, if we start tomorrow...." He trailed off.
"Take your pants off," I sighed.
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The next morning I smirked as I went for a jog. Timothée always fucked me after a run. He loved seeing the sweat running down my body, he loved the way I gulped down water when I came back. I listened to my sex playlist to get me in the mood to be sexy for Timmy today. I got increasingly more wet as I thought of what he might do to tempt me.
I got home, waiting for Timmy to come downstairs. I gritted my teeth when I saw he was wearing my favorite pair of sweatpants, and his hair was styled perfectly. I wanted to fucking pull those curls but I controlled myself.
"Hi baby," I greeted. He smiled at me in answer. I went to the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water.
"I just went for a run," I explained as I gulped down the cold water. I let some drops run down my chin onto my chest. When I put the bottle down, my partners eyes were on me. His eyes were dark and full of lust. I knew he wanted to take me right there on the counter.
Timothée sat down at the kitchen island. I noticed his fingers were completely decked out. He was wearing rings on nearly every finger. He was showing them off too, tapping on the island, spreading his hand out, clenching his fist and unclenching.
I walked purposefully to the freezer. I rifled through it to find what I was looking for. I grinned when I found what I needed.
I peeled the plastic covering off the popsicle. I stood on the other side of the island and sucked on the flavored ice. Slowly rolling my tongue over and around it, right in front of him.
"Mmmm so good," I moaned. I watched his eyes twitch as I continued to lap at the frozen treat. I could tell I was getting to him.
"Would you mind practicing this script with me," he asked, tossing the paper onto the table. I stilled, he knew how much watching him work turned me on.
"Certainly," I growled. It was hard as he said his lines with passion, I was shifting in my seat. I responded with equal earnestly, trying desperately to get him to give in. I was rubbing my thighs together as he said one of the most iconic lines of the movie.
"What's wrong baby," he taunted when I didn't say the next line right away. "Something, bothering you?" He asked.
"N-no," I stuttered and cursed myself.
"I just remembered I have to go shopping," I said, pushing the script to his chest. I was glad he looked surprised.
"You're leaving?" He asked.
"Yup," I responded.
As I drove I tried to think of all the ways I could tempt him. I knew a few things, but I wanted to up the anti. I needed to win this.
I got new lingerie at the store. I also picked up some essentials, but I made sure to get some sexy bras and other things to help my mission.
When I came into the house with my bags I hoped Timmy had not been plotting. I was disappointed.
"Hi angel," he said. "Sorry, my friend asked me to watch their kid while they ran to the store."
I was breathless. Timothée with children was so sexy. He knew all my weaknesses. I bit my lip as I put the bags down.
"I can take her, so you can rest," I offered desperately. He shook his head, insisting he was the one who had pledged to watch the child. I NEEDED to take the small girl from him or I'd pounce on him as soon as their parent came back.
I watched in agony as he laughed with the small girl. He read her a story. He even played dolls with her. She commented positively on his bejeweled hands and Timothée smirked at me as she did.
In thirty minutes, the parent came back, thanking Timmy for volunteering to watch the child. I sat on the couch just watching him.
"I think that counts as using someone else to tempt me," I snapped as he shut the door.
"Nah," he said. He sat down on the couch and stretched. I couldn't help but appreciate his body as he bent this way and that to crack his back.
"That tired me out, care to take a nap with me?" He asked. I knew it was dangerous, but I was insanely riled up. I needed to touch him in some way. I nodded. We went to bed together. Timothée could fall asleep so fast. I desperately tried to find sleep while his hard on pressed against my thigh and his breath ghosted my neck.
I got out of bed early, unable to take the contact anymore. I took a shower, but Timothée was awake when I came back in. I bit my lip.
"Hello, Mon Amor," he said sweetly. He came to me. He kissed me deeply and I realized I'd never made a rule about kissing specifically. I kissed him back, hungrily. I felt his hardness against me. I desperately wanted to love on him, but I also wanted to win.
"Have I ever told you, you are the light of my life?" He asked and I was shaking with need. He truly said the nicest things. I dropped my towel instantly.
"Oops," I said, and bent down slowly to get it. When I came back up I was happy to see his pupils blown out with lust as he watched my every move.
"Can I borrow your eyeliner," he blurted.
"Why?" I asked cautiously.
"Wanna try it on," he smirked.
"I don't know," I hedged
"Why, does me wearing eyeliner bother you in some way? Does it have an effect on you?" He asked moving closer. I mentally cursed myself, I couldn't even remember when I'd told him I liked him with eyeliner.
"Not at all," I said quickly and went to go get it. I knew I was going to have to work harder now. While I was getting my eyeliner, I also sneakily grabbed my vibrator as well from my desk drawer.
"Here you are," I pressed the eyeliner into his hand forcefully. I was still naked and his eyes roamed my body once before exiting to the bathroom.
A/N- so this is where I interrupt you. I have split this into two parts. One where Timmy wins and one where you win. Please read the one you want, or both :)
Timothée wins
Before I could continue my plan to get on my lingerie, Timothée called for me from the bathroom.
"Can you wait a minute?" I asked desperately.
"Nope!"
I mumbled something about impatient actors as I made my way to the bathroom. My mouth dropped open when I saw what he'd done.
"Thought I'd try this on again," he smirked.
He was wearing his Oscar's outfit, complete with eyeliner. He must have remember we'd had some of the best sex of our lives when he'd shown me what he was going to wear. I was nearly drooling, my arousal pooling in my panties.
"Fuck it," I said and grabbed him by his jacket to me. I kissed him hard, and he was smirking into the kiss, knowing he'd won.
"Timmy, please," I begged.
"Please what?" He pretended to be none the wiser to what he was doing to me.
"Fuck me," I pleaded. He was on me in seconds, slipping off the robe I'd put back on. I was pushed up against the bathroom wall.
I sighed contentedly into the kiss as my fingers wound into his hair. I pulled at his curls like I had wanted to all day. I was trying desperately to grind myself against him, trying to get some sort of friction.
"Soooo desperate," Timothée drawled darkly. "So needy for my cock."
"Yes, so needy," I whimpered in agreement. He shook his head and tutted, but reached down to insert two fingers into me.
"Timothée," I screamed. He was laughing now, so cocky, so damn proud of himself. I couldn't bring myself to care as he began to move his fingers in and out of me.
"So wet, and I've hardly done anything. You must really like me," he taunted. I nodded eagerly as he curled his fingers.
"Ah, ah, ah," he chided. "I'd like words please, tell me how I make you feel."
"So good, so good daddy," I knew the name would rile him up. He growled low in his throat, fingers picking up their pace. He pressed his thumb to my clit and I moaned, legs shaky.
"More, tell me more," he egged me on. "Who do you belong to? Whose slut are you?"
"I'm your slut, I'm your whore, I don't want anything but you, I need your cock!"
"No," Timothée replied, as he continued to massage my clit and move his long fingers in and out of me. "Say my name."
"Timothée," I gasped as his other hand came up to play with my nipple. "I belong to Timothée."
"That's right baby," he cooed. "Couldn't resist me could you? Couldn't stop getting wet for me, all for me eh?"
"Yes, all for you, only for you," I panted. He bent down to take my nipple in his mouth. I was moaning, desperately trying to grind against his hand. His fingers hit a sweet spot inside me and I cried out as I tumbled into oblivion.
He removed his hands from me before I could react, and then he was on his knees. I gasped as his tongue came in contact with my heat. My legs were shaky but he braced his hands on my thighs.
"Tim?" I questioned, but he didn't answer. He continued to slurp and lap at me expertly.
"You're so good at that," I moaned, head leaning back against the wall.
"You're going to make me come again!"
A few more swipes of his tongue and he caused my orgasm to crash into me. My legs shook furiously as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. My walls clenched on nothing as he removed his tongue.
He was still smirking cockily as he wiped his mouth and stood up.
"Please," I begged.
"Please what Mon Amor?" he teased. "I can't read minds. How can I know what you want if you don't tell me."
"You know what I want," I clung to him in desperation. "Fuck me. Fucking impale me with your cock. I want you in me, so deep, please. I need you."
My words had made his jaw clench. He smashed his mouth against mine. He was grabbing handfuls of my ass. He shrugged off his sparkling, lacy jacket. Next came his pants and my mouth was watering at his hardness.
"On your knees," he demanded.
"But daddy, I want you inside-"
"Knees first," he commanded, knowing I'd do whatever he wanted. I dropped to my knees and took his long, thick length into my mouth. His hands were pulling at my hair as I worked on him.
"That's it baby girl, just like that, fuck."
I was gagging, saliva running down my chin. I moaned so that vibrations ran up his cock. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to worship his cock like he deserved.
"That's enough," Timothée groaned, and I popped off him.
"Come here baby girl," he coaxed, and I was more than willing. I stood on quivering legs. He massaged my nipples as he rolled his hips into me. Finally, finally, he was sheathed inside me.
I cried out as he began to move. Only he could go so deep. Only he could fill me so full. As he moved he sucked on my neck and I pulled on his hair in bliss.
"Look at you," he chuckled. "So dreamy," he ran a finger over my cheekbone as I whimpered.
"I was right wasn't I, you can't live without my cock."
"You were right Timmy, can't breath without your cock. I want you in me all the time. I want your cum so bad. Will you cum for me?"
"I may," he said, and I whined. He moved his hand down to my clit.
"I think I want you to come first though," he said.
"Too much," I moaned, as overstimulation took over.
"S'not too much, you can take it baby. You're so good for me. You want to please daddy don't you?"
"Yes!" I gasped, in seconds I was experiencing my third orgasm of the day. My walls were clamping down on Timothée's cock and he moaned before spilling into me. I was rewarded by hearing him pant and moan as he fucked me through his own orgasm.
Finally, we both stilled, breathing hard and looking at one another. Timothée moved forward to kiss me gently.
"I love that you can't resist me," he murmured against my lips.
You win.
As soon as Timmy had left the room, I got out the bag from the store. Quickly, I put on the lingerie. I grabbed my vibrator and laid on the bed.
"Ohhhh," I moaned as I pressed the tip of the vibrator to my clit. Relief washed over me as I finally got some sort of pleasure.
"Timothée," I groaned out. My boy sped back into the room, eyeliner only half done. His mouth fell open at the sight of me.
"That's right Timmy, just like that, oh, oh," I was putting on a show, but it did feel good. He had licked his lips at least a dozen times. His eyes were wide as I continued to moan and squirm, my breathing fast.
"Arg," he growled running a hand through his hair. "Fuck it!"
He pounced on the bed, snatching the vibrator from my hand, turning it off, and tossing it somewhere.
"You don't need that," he snapped.
"Oh," I taunted. "And why is that?"
"Because I'm a million times better," he said.
"Prove it," I goaded.
He completely removed my lacy thong that I'd pushed to the side for my activity. He was kissing and sucking up my thighs making my breath hitch. Then he was diving in. He was feasting on me. His tongue was like magic as it swirled in me, tasting, and lapping, and sucking.
"Good boy," I praised as I put my fingers in his hair. I pushed his head down, grinding against his mouth. I moaned his name when the cord inside me snapped. I was seeing stars as my orgasm washed over me. I swear I could even feel the pleasure in my teeth.
Timothée lifted his head, my juices covering his mouth. He was staring at me so hungrily I nearly shivered.
"Come here you." I said. I pulled him to me and then flipped us so I was on top. He laid under me, eyes following my every move. I began to circulate my hips grinding down on him. He was so hard beneath me.
"You like that?" I asked and he nodded with a moan.
"So hard, you been hard all day baby?"
"Yes," he gasped with need.
"Look at you, so desperate," I chuckled. "I bet I could make you cum in your pants from just this."
His eyes were squeezed shut with pleasure, but I saw him nod ever so slightly. I grabbed his chin with my hand, making him look at me as I dry humped him.
"Suck," I ordered as I placed my fingers near his mouth. He gladly took them into his mouth, sucking on them as I ground against him.
I moved off of him, pulling my digits from his lips. He whined at the lack of contact.
"Hold still," I ordered and grabbed the eyeliner he'd left on the bedside table. I held his jaw tightly as I finished his task for him. He obediently, didn't move.
"There you go," I said, and began pulling down his sweatpants. He sighed with relief when I pulled down his boxers. He was so hard I nearly gasped as he sprung free. I began to moved my hand up and down his length as he squirmed and moaned.
"Needy huh?" I said with mock compassion.
"Yes," he panted.
"Well what do you want me to do about it?" I asked.
"Want you to fuck me. Want to be inside you. Need to feel your pussy," he begged and I chuckled.
"So what you're saying is, you can't resist me?" I challenged.
"N-never," he stuttered as he bucked up into my grasp. He was rewarded by me straddling him and sinking slowly down onto his cock.
"Oh fuck," he nearly shouted.
"I love how big you are," I complimented as I began to move. I bounced on his cock and he was a mess of moans and half formed words.
He lifted his hands to my lacy bra, feeling the peaked nipples underneath. He somehow managed to get it off so his hands could knead and massage my breasts.
"You're so worked up baby," I laughed as I rode him.
"You're so wet, so tight," he praised.
"See I knew you wouldn't make it. You're such a whore for me."
"Yes, use me," he begged. "Fuck me anytime you want, anywhere. Make me yours over and over again."
I groaned at his words and leaned down so he could take my breasts in his mouth. I continued to ride him though my thighs were burning. I lifted up off him to the tip and slammed back down. He cried out.
"I'm gonna cum, baby you're gonna make me cum," he whimpered.
"Then cum," I said. "Show me how good I make you feel."
He fucked up into me and with three more thrusts he was gone. He was whining as he emptied himself into me, moaning and mewling from his pleasure. He looked so desperate I came after him, my walls clenched him delicately.
He stilled as he came down with heavy breaths. I smirked down at him.
"You didn't even last a day."
#reader insert#x reader#timothée chalamet#timothee chalamet#timothee chamalet#timothee fanfic#timothee imagine#timothee x reader#timothee x y/n#timothee x you#timothee smut#timothee chalamet smut#wanna bet
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One day Iâm going to see someone assume someone is a lesbian only to be informed theyâre actually a trans man
#I think about this a lot#like the amount of people I see go âof course youâre a lesbianâ#and then proceed to list off things Iâve also seen trans men do to be more masc#one day someone is going to get cocky and get it wrong#itâs happened to me too many times#and I need to find out how to make it clear#do I just wear a trans flag around my neck like a cape?#go ahead and make it obvious to all the transphobes where I live#get myself murdered?#like the fuck?
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Overheard
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Summary: Rafe over hears you and Sarah talking about your night at the beach with a hookup.
CW: possessive Rafe, rough sex, name calling, unprotected sex (wrap before tap), bit of choking and hair pulling, forced to stay quiet, mirror sex. (Should be it)
(Did not proofread bc this took me so long already.)
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You and Sarah had been friends for years. You moved to Outer Banks as a child and took quite a liking to Sarah and her family. You were always known to drop in whenever you felt needed. You shared many nights at their house and basically became a part of the family.
On this specific day it was like any other. You hopped in your jeep and quickly sped off to Tannyhill. Soon arriving in the circle driveway of the mansion you quickly got out and headed to the door knocking loud, so you were heard.
The door was swung open by none other than the snarky stuck-up brother of your best friend, Rafe Cameron. âYou donât have to knock.â He sighed âyou basically live here anyway.â He scolded you. You pushed past him and into the entrance way of the house.
âWhereâs Sarah?â Rafe shut the door and then pointed up the stairs to her room. âWhere she always is waiting for you.â You nodded your head at him giving him one last look before making your way up to her room. He watched as you quickly sprinted up the stairs. Watching as your hips moved and how your ass was in perfect view.
He shook his head relieving the thought of you knowing how wrong it was. Soon he made his way up the stairs as well to his own room that was until he heard you talking in a not so quiet voice to his sister.
"I wouldn't say it was awful, just not what I wanted." Sarah cocked a brow to you. "Well, what did you want. I mean you wanted to have sex with him, right? What more could you want. You practically begged me for his number." She chuckled.
"Yes, I did." Rafe moved closer to the crack in the door leaning his ear closer. He listened closely to your words. "What does she mean" he thought to himself.
Yes, Rafe knew you, but he thought he knew you well enough. He never saw you as the type to beg for sex with someone, or much less really want it.
In his head you always were the type to never come off as sexual but definitely not innocent. He truly just thought that in this world full of sex you had no idea what you were doing or had any care for it, and he was so wrong.
"Okay yes I wanted it. Like the party last week, I wanted to just be dragged off with him somewhere because I thought he'd fuck the shit out of me. See that's what I wanted." You crossed your arms and huffed.
"Okay, then what happened that you didn't like? Was it the fact it was on the beach or like what?"
"I guess the best way I could put it is I wanted it to me more filled with lust and desire. I wanted it to be rough and I wanted to not be able to walk today." You chuckled along with Sarah.
"Well how did it go for you?" You sighed trying to think back to last night. "Well, he took me out on the beach, and he had a blanket with him. Talking happens and whatever and I end up straddling his lap."
Sarah nodded her head waiting for you to continue, but Rafe stood out the door as he held his breath. He was pissed. You fucking some other man and he didn't even do it right pissed him off more. But he stayed quiet.
"We made out a bit and I started to grind on him a bit. Obviously, he got a rise up, so I got all cocky and pulled his dick out. After a few moments of me just doing my thing, I pulled my bikini bottoms off and rode him. He was like..." You paused trying to find your words.
"It was like he never wanted it to end and not saying I don't like that, but I asked if he could get on top and we'd go faster he just straight up refused. Which basically dried me up and I didn't even want to do it anymore."
Sarah tried to hold back her laughter. "Hey, it's not funny I'm being dead serious." You smacked her arm but laughed as well.
Rafe was the only one not laughing. Red filled his face with anger, and he scoffed at your words. "Didn't even fuck her the way she wanted. What a pussy." He thought.
"Well maybe you'll find someone who just rocks your world." Sarah smirked. "Yeah, as if." But only if you knew what little plan Rafe had planted into his mind.
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That same day you had planned on staying the night with Sarah. Of course, to everyone in the house it was no surprise. It was now late at night and Sarah was asleep. However, you sat awake in her bed scrolling mindlessly on your phone till a text popped up.
"Come here."
You read the text from Rafe. Confusion spread across your face. You texted back.
"Sarahs asleep. Where are you?"
"My room. Just come here you won't wake her, she's a heavy sleeper."
You sighed and turned off your phone placing it on the nightstand beside you. Slowly you rose up from the bed making your way to the bedroom door making sure to stay as quiet as possible.
You looked back at Sarah one last time before closing the door. You slowly tiptoed your way down the hall to Rafe's room. You raised your hand to the door knocking slow and quiet. Soon Rafe opened up the door nodding his head telling you to come in.
As you walked in you looked around the room that was dimly lit by the small lamp setting you realized you had never seen Rafe's room before. "I have never been in here." You turn back and look at him leaning up against the door. "Cleaner than I thought." You chuckled.
He shrugged. "Don't know why you'd ever think that. I believe I come off as a clean person." He paused. "Unlike you." You looked at him confused for a moment as he stepped closer to you, his rich cologne filled your nostrils.
"I heard you. Talking to my sister earlier today." He walked behind you. "How you wanted to be fucked hard." He leaned in closer to your ear whispering. "How you want it to be filled with lust and desire."
His words sent chills down your spine and your own words choked up. "So, fucking dirty and here I was thinking you didn't care about these things." His hands slowly made their way to your hips giving a slight squeez.
"Rafe..." You spoke barley above a whisper. He smirked against your neck placing a small kiss right below your ear. "Is that what you want? To be fucked like the whore you are?"
Your legs squeez together trying to release some of the tension that was building up. You let out a shaky breath as one of his hands trail down to the waistband of your sleep shorts.
"Is this what you want?" He whispered. You nodded your head squeezing your eyes shut as he played with the waist band. "Words."
"Yes, I want this." He slid his hands down your shorts. Two of his fingers rubbed against your folds. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding in. He rubbed circles around your clit as your hips moved forward chasing his touch.
You let out a small moan and immediately Rafe slaps his hand onto your mouth. "What you want the whole house to hear? As much as I'd love to hear your pretty little moans you need to keep quiet."
You nodded your head frantically. "Good girl." Rafe then removes his hand from you making you whine at his loss of touch. He stepped back from you grabbing your hand and leading you to the bed. He pushed you down on the bed and you let out a gasp.
He crawled on top of you and basically ripped off your clothes and his throwing them on the floor. Rafe started to kiss your neck earning a small gasp to leave your lips.
"Rafe please..." you whine out. "What do you want?" He smirked against your neck. The words couldn't seem to leave your lips as he left a bite on your sweet spot right below your ear.
"Don't go quiet on me now." He rose up to look at you. "Tell me what you want." You started to bite your lip at the sight of him. The sly smirk planted across his face. His shoulder muscles showing more featured as he held himself up.
"Fuck me Rafe...." As soon as the words slipped from your lips it felt like sweet honey on his tongue. He spread your legs open, and you wrapped them around his waist trying to pull him in.
"So needy?" He chuckled making you want him even more. "Rafe..." You breathed out. "Words sweetheart." He smirked once again. "Rafe please fuck me." Your wish was his command.
He lined himself up to you and without warning slammed into you making you let out a loud cry. He quickly slapped his hand over your mouth. "Shut the fuck up." He groaned out.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he thrusted into your cunt hard and fast. "You feel so fucking good. Holy shit." His words were breathless as if he blurted them out of pure pleasure.
His hand still planted on your mouth as the other held your waist tightly. You threw your head back at all the new pleasure rising in you. Rafe looked down at you smirking at the absolute complete mess you were in this moment.
"You like how I fuck you. I bet that pussy boy could never be like this with you." You moaned against his hand as the words leaped off his tongue.
As Rafe pounded into you harder and faster the headboard started to move. He let go of your waist grabbing the board holding himself up as he stayed covering your mouth. You watched his muscles tensed and sweat glistened on his body.
All the pleasure plus the view of him really added onto you forgetting about your shitty hookup. "Fuck..." He groaned out throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
In an instant Rafe grabbed you off the bed still fucking you and took you into the big bathroom inside his bedroom. He turned you around facing the mirror. "I want you to see that pretty little face when you cum for me. A face you'll never see without me fucking you like this."
He held your mouth again making you look at the beautiful mess you were in the mirror. Him pounding in and out of you. Your breast bouncing. Him making direct eye contact with you through the mirror itself.
Muffed moans and him slapping his thighs against your ass echoed through the tile walls. As you could feel your peak approaching you closed your eyes. "No." In one swift move he wrapped his hands around the back of your hair forcing your eyes open to see yourself.
He smirked as he watched you bite your lip holding back you loud beautiful moans. With a few sloppier thrust Rafe was chasing his own high. Throwing his head back as he pounded into you. "Fuck me." He groaned out.
Your high had reached his peak biting your lip so hard blood started to form. Rafe grabbed you pulling you against your chest holding your neck. "Come on baby." He whispered in your ear making you crash.
Your legs started to shake and the image of you two in the mirror was all too much to handle. Rafe started to come down from his own high. His thrust and movements slowing down as his hot liquid shot inside you.
Rafe turned your head towards his planting a sloppy wet kiss on your lips and he pulled out of you. Rafe pulled away, and you both panted for air more than ever. "That's how you should be fucked." A smirk planted across his lips.
#rafe cameron#rafe fanfiction#rafe imagine#outer banks rafe#rafe x reader#call me a good girl#rafe cameron obx#choking#good slvt#manhandling#mirror#rafe fic#rafe x you#rafe smut#smut#obx smut#imagine#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe#drew starkey
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Au where Wei Wuxian does a blood sacrifice thing as he's dying, so no one he loves can be injured by another person. If someone tries, they are injured instead.
Lan Zhan gets whipped three times before the whole thing is called off. He has to carve the new rules condemning his love instead. His attempts at branding himself fail so he paints the mark on himself every day until he figures out how to make it permanent
Wen Ning can't be controlled, and so he goes to Cloud Recesses to watch over A-Yuan.
A-Yuan excels in long-range combat and music cultivation since it's difficult for others to properly spar with him.
Jin Ling becomes even more cocky. After all, what's going to happen? Is someone going to hurt themselves trying to hit him?
Jiang Cheng has several crying sessions over this because how can Wei Wuxian care for him after everything and how dare he do this
The only time someone has successfully hurt these people is when Jiang Cheng and Lan Zhan get tired of the other man's shit during a discussion conference and try to punch each other in the face. The result is that they are both thrown into the air, with Jiang Cheng cutting his head open on a table and Lan Zhan spraining his ankle by landing wrong
#mo dao zu shi#the untamed#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#wei wuxian#lan zhan#lan yuan#jiang cheng#wen ning#au where everything is the same except
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I Love You : Sylus Edition
Premise: The plot was also inspired by one of his memories
Trope: Angst to fluff.
Pairing: Reader x Sylus
Note: Reader and the men are NOT in a relationship. but there is implied mutual attraction.My inbox is open for prompts and requests :)
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The days had been slow, drawn-out, and suffocating. Every morning, you'd checked your phone, hoping for a message from Sylus or at least a notification. Nothing. The anxious knot in your stomach tightened with each unanswered call and every unread text. The silence was unbearable. It wasnât the first time Sylus had gone radio silent, but this time was different. It had stretched on for daysâtoo many daysâand you couldnât shake the feeling that something was wrong.
You had become accustomed to his presence, even if it often frustrated you. His teasing, his cocky smirk, the way heâd effortlessly control every room he entered, even when he wasnât trying. But more than that, there was something you couldnât ignore: the soft way heâd treat you when no one else was watching. Those tender moments between him and you, when heâd pull you close, call you his "kitten," and joke around until all the tension in the air vanished. But now? Now, all you could do was wait.
It was moments like these, your anxiety running rampant, that you regretted not having Luke or Kieranâs contact details. You had always pushed them away, telling yourself you could handle things alone. But right now, more than anything, you wanted someone to reassure you that he was okay. It felt like you were walking in a fog, each day more uncertain than the last. At night, you stared at your phone, wondering if it was broken or if he was simply ignoring you. You hated that you couldnât even call him, hated that he was out there somewhere, unreachable.
That night, after days of waiting, you made a decision. Your heart skipped a beat when the idea hit you: the Onychinus base. It was risky, but you'd do anything to find answers. You couldn't sit idly by anymore. You knew you had to go to the Onychinus base, even if you didn't have the slightest idea of what youâd find. You knocked on the door, then knocked again, but no one opened. A cold dread settled over you as you stood there, staring at the imposing walls, the silence swallowing your voice.
Where was he? What was happening?
I miss you, you thought, a silent confession you refused to say aloud. It hurt more than you expected, and you couldn't understand why.
Two more days pass and it was driving you insane. You needed a distraction, possibly a new mission, outside Linkon. The rumble of your motorbike against the open highway barely matched the relentless thud of your heart. It had been daysâagonizing, nerve-wracking daysâsince you'd last heard from Sylus. Messages had gone unanswered, and for all his taunting, all his smug calls to remind you he was still lurking in the shadows, now there was⊠nothing. Just silence. You hated itâhated that his absence gnawed at you in ways you hadnât anticipated. You hadnât realized how much youâd gotten used to him, his cocky grins, his infuriating taunts. His voice was a presence in your life youâd come to crave despite yourself. But now, with each mile passing under your tires, you still felt a flicker of worry that he might not come back.
The sound of another engine roared beside you, and your pulse quickened as you glanced sideways, a dark figure matching your speed. That profileâit was him. It had to be.
You yanked the bike to a stop at the side of the road, helmet barely hitting the seat before you spun to face him. Sylus had pulled up, his helmet already in hand, revealing that smirk of his, like he hadnât just vanished without a word.
Before he could get a word in, you started.
âWhere the hell have you been?â you shouted. You could feel your voice tremble, frustration blending with relief. âNo calls, no texts! I was just supposed to sit around wondering if you wereâif you wereâŠâ You trailed off, refusing to say it out loud. âYouâve been gone for days, and Iâve been losing my mind trying to figure out what happened to you! You canât just⊠just disappear like that! Do you have any ideaââ
He listened, eyes gleaming with amusement, lips twitching as if he couldnât resist toying with you, even now. Â Sylusâs lips curled into a teasing smirk, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he interrupted. âCareful, kitten,â he drawled, stepping closer. âI might start thinking you actually care about me.â
You glared at him, furious but relieved to see him in one piece. âI do care about you, you idiot!â you snapped back, the words slipping out faster than you could stop them. âI canât just sit around not knowing where the hell youâve gone, what youâve been doing, whether youâre dead or alive!â
âOh, really?â he replied, feigning mock surprise as he leaned forward, his smirk deepening, eyes dark and playful. "Come on, sweetie. Youâre really losing sleep over the big bad criminal of the N109 Zone? You had no reason to care for someone like me. Not unless you were just bored. Or maybe youâve taken a liking to getting under my skin. Which, I wonât lie,â he said, chuckling softly, âI find adorable.â
The heat of your anger mixed with a surge of emotion you couldnât keep inside anymore. Tears welled up in your eyes, your hands shaking as you wiped them away furiously, but nothing could stop the words from tumbling out, raw and unfiltered.
âThe reason,â you yelled, your voice cracking, âis because I love you! Thatâs why!
The admission hung in the air, loud and unmistakable, and the tears that youâd been holding back prickled at your eyes. You half expected him to brush it off, to laugh at you, maybe even just get back on his bike. The world seemed to stop for a moment. Sylus stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock, his usually smug expression completely wiped off his face. His mouth parted, as though searching for the right words but coming up empty.
You stood there, heart thumping wildly in your chest, hoping to hell he wouldnât just turn and leave, or worse, laugh at your confession. Instead, he was⊠completely and utterly still, his eyes locked on yours, stunned into silence. His expression softened, a flicker of vulnerability flickering across his face. He took a step closer, lifting a hand, and before you knew it, his thumb was brushing a tear from your cheek.
âSay that again, sweetieâ he murmured, his voice unusually quiet, vulnerable. âI didnât hear you.â
Your chest tightened, but you repeated yourself, more firmly this time. âI love you, Sylus. I love you.â
âYou mean that?â he whispered, a rare moment of sincerity breaking through his usual bravado. âYou⊠love me?â
You nodded, biting your lip to keep it from trembling. âYes. I was terrified you were gone forever, Sylus. You make my life⊠complicated, but you make it better, too.â
He didnât move for a second, just stared, processing every word. Then a slow, genuine smile spread across his face as he took your chin in his hand, bringing you closer. âI love you too, sweetie. Believe me, I didnât think Iâd hear it back. But⊠damn.â He chuckled, shaking his head, and then pulled you against him, his arms wrapping around you with a warmth you hadnât expected.
âYouâre insane, you know that, kitten? I didnât think youâd ever say it.â He cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing across your cheek. âBut Iâm glad you did. Because I... I love you too.â
For a brief, shining moment, it felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off your shoulders. Sylus, the man who had always played with control and power, had let himself be vulnerable, and you could see it in his eyes now. He wasnât pulling away. He wasnât running. He was here, and he cared. His lips brushed against your forehead in a rare, tender gesture, the warmth of his touch grounding you, calming the storm of emotions in your chest.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured. âI didnât mean to make you worry like that. But donât think for a second that I donât care about you. I do. More than you know.â
You looked at him through your wet lashes, still struggling with the emotions that had bubbled up so suddenly.
Sylusâs smirk returned, though this time it had a different edge to it. âSo much for not resonating with me when we first met,â he teased, a glint of mischief flickering in his eyes. âI guess Iâve won, huh?â
You nudged him with your elbow, still trying to process everything, your heart hammering in your chest.
He leaned down, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, âI love you, sweetie. More than you think I do. Youâre mine now.â
A blush crept up your neck, and before you could even respond, Sylus was tugging you closer, pulling you into an embrace that was more tender than anything youâd ever expected from the man who thrived on power and control.
âIâm not letting you go,â he murmured, his lips brushing the top of your head. âNot tonight. Not ever again. Guess that makes me one lucky criminal.â he murmured, squeezing you just a little tighter. He held you like he never wanted to let go, and for the first time in days, everything felt right again.
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Tyler Owens x Reader: Too Easy
Request: Anonymous asked: "okay i have a tyler owens request!! him and reader are both tornado wranglers and theyâve always had a somewhat flirty relationship, but at one point theyâre out chasing and the motel they stay at that night doesnât have enough rooms for all of them so Tyler and the reader decide to share and reader has a nightmare? or just some kind of angst or hurt/comfort with a happy ending? love ur work!"
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: PTSD, trauma, tornado mention
A/N: I changed it from flirty to an enemies to lovers-type relationship, just because i've been craving to write that type of banter. as always, comments & replies are super appreciated!!! thanks for reading :)
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As soon as you saw the familiar red Dodge truck parked outside the motel you groaned.Â
âIs this guy everywhere, all the time?â Halle, one of your crew members, mumbled from the driverâs seat. She pulled your SUV into the only empty spot in the parking lot.Â
She was referencing Tylerâ another local storm chaser and absolute pain in your ass. His Ram truck was like a symbol all around Oklahoma. Everyone in the midwest knew his nameâ and what he did. You, on the other hand, knew him as a self-absorbed jerk that constantly put his and his teamâs lives in danger for a few hundred thousand views on YouTube. He was cocky and obnoxious and arrogant. And you couldnât stand him.Â
Unfortunately for you though, Tyler Owens and his entire team went where the storms went. Which meant that you were stuck dealing with himâ especially during tornado season.Â
âLetâs just get a room, maybe we missed him,â you mumbled before turning to the backseat. âAnna, could you pass me my bag?âÂ
âSure thing,â she replied, grunting as she handed your duffel over.Â
âHow about two rooms tonight?â you suggested. âI feel like I havenât actually slept since we were in Austin.â
âGod, Iâve been waiting for you to suggest that,â Halle mumbled. The bags around her eyes suggested she was just as eager for a good nightâs sleep as you were.Â
Together, the three of you dragged yourselves towards the motel lobby, exhausted and desperate for both a shower and a bed.Â
âWhy donât you guys wait with all the gear? Iâll go in and book the rooms,â you offered.Â
âTwo of them,â Halle said with a relieved smile.Â
âTwo rooms coming up,â you promised.Â
They nodded in agreement and settled in on the curb while you wandered inside. The bell above the door rang loudly as you stepped inside. As soon as you did, you realized that, to your absolute dismay, a familiar someone had already beat you to the front desk. Youâd recognize those stupid, broad shoulders any day, even if you were sleep deprived. Â
âEveninâ mâlady,â Tylerâs little sidekick said teasingly. He tipped his baseball cap towards you.  Â
âHey Boone,â you greeted back curtly.  Â
âWhatâd ya think of that beaut earlier, huh? Not too often we get two storm cells like that.â
âYeah it was somethinâ,â you replied absentmindedly. Honestly, you didnât dislike Boone. He was friendlyâ maybe a little overzealous for your liking, but overall a nice guy. It was a shame he was always around Tylerâ otherwise you might not always be so annoyed with him, too. Â
âThere she is,â Tyler beamed. He approached you and Boone while he tucked a few room keys in his wallet. âWere you fillinâ Boone in on why you picked the wrong storm to chase today? Because thatâs a story I want to hearââÂ
Your gaze fell to the floor, chest tightening the same way it did in the field earlier. âThe winds changed last minuteâ I didnât catch it,â you muttered, although you shouldnât even have to explain yourself to this hillbilly.Â
âAh, I see. Man, youâre off your game, sweetheart. Usually itâs me missinâ those signs. What do you got cloudinâ up that pretty little mind of yours?âÂ
Anger began seeping into the corners of your mind. âWhy do you even care?â you asked icily. âThought youâd be happy to have that storm all to yourself.â
âOh, I was sweetheart,â Tyler winked. âBut I donât mind sharinâ with you.â
Rolling your eyes, you pushed past him towards the front desk. A younger girl with short, red hair offered you a smile. âHow can I help you?â
âI need two rooms please,â you requested, it took about all the energy you had left to smile back.Â
The girl sucked in a breath of air. âOh, Iâm so sorryâ this gentleman here just rented three rooms. All we have left is one.â
âOne?â you asked in disbelief, mouth falling open.Â
She nodded. âThereâs two beds, though, if that helps.â
âShit,â you grumbled. Your team was exhaustedâ and you knew that you couldnât just take back your promise for them to have their own beds.Â
âIâm sorryââ the girl repeated, but you shook your head.Â
âNo, itâs okay. Not your fault,â you said quickly, trying to remember your manners..Â
âSomethinâ wrong over there sweetheart?â Tyler asked teasingly. Â
âYeah, you took all but one of the rooms. Now my team doesnât have enough.â
âCâmon, Iâve seen you guys cram into one room before.â
âYeah, but theyâre exhausted. We havenât had our own beds in weeks and I promised themâŠâ your voice trailed off. Why the hell were you even explaining any of this to him? âYou know what? Just forget itââ you turned back towards the receptionist. âIâll take the one room, please.â
After passing your card over and paying, you turned and pushed back past Tyler and Boone. But before you could reach the door, Tylerâs voice stopped you in your tracks.Â
âWhat are you just gonna go back on your promise? Thatâs really gonna disappoint your teamââ
âIâll sleep in the damn truck,â you snapped, zero patience for any of his sarcasm or feeble attempts at a joke. âHappy?â
âHeyââ he said, voice softening instantly. âI was just kiddinâ around.â
âReally funny,â you said, sarcasm dripping off your tongue, now more than usual, Tyler was getting on your nerves. âNow if youâll excuse me, I have to go and disappoint my team.â
Without waiting for whatever retort Tyler could come up with next, you finally pushed your way through the door without looking back.Â
You found Halle and Anna in the same place you left themâ still sitting on the curb, slouched over and exhausted-looking. Â
âHey guys, bad newsââ you began, guilt already spreading through your stomach. But before you could, the bell to the lobby door rang out, causing you to groan. Â
You took a deep, steadying breath to calm your nerves, just in time for Tyler to speak. âNow I have an ideaâ how about we share? I got three rooms for my team, but thatâs six beds⊠we only need five.â
You spun around so fast, you were surprised you didnât get whiplash. âLook Tyler, as much as you know I love your antics, can we not do this right now? Please?â
âWho said anythinâ about antics?â he pressed. âIâm beinâ serious here. Your two can have their beds and you can take one of ours.â
âNo way,â you spat quickly. âIâm sleeping in the car.â
By now, Halle and Anna had seemingly picked up on the situation. They stood up and crossed their arms disapprovingly in unison.Â
âYou canât sleep in the car, thatâs ridiculous,â Anna said.Â
âYeah, why donât you and Anna take the room and Iâll share with Tylerâs crew,â Halle offered.Â
âNo,â you shook your head. âI promised you guys a good nightâs sleep tonightâ Iâm not letting you crash with them.â
âWell weâre not letting you sleep in the car,â Halle argued back. âItâs like⊠eighty-five degrees out here.âÂ
You let your eyes fall shut for a moment, trying to think. But the truth was, you really were just so, so tired. You wanted everything about todayâ the storm cells you got wrong from earlier, the endless hours of driving, and lack of sleep, over with. And if bunking with someone from Tylerâs crew was the only way to make that happen, well then, so be it, you finally decided. Better you than Halle or Anna.Â
âSeeâ even your team isnât as scared of us as you are,â Tyler chuckled.Â
âFine,â you snapped, shaking your head in disbelief. You couldnât believe this was actually happening. âWho am I sharing with?â
Maybe youâd get lucky and get to room with Dani or Lillyâ
âThat would be me,â Tyler chirped, eyes glistening under the streetlamp.Â
Well fuck me, you thought.Â
âŠ
You curled up in the double bed closest to the wall. By the time you got up to the room, Tyler had already claimed the one closest to the door.
You heard the water snap off in the bathroom, followed by the sound of Tyler peeling back the shower curtain. That was your cue to feign sleep, if only to avoid any further conversation with him for the night. You rolled over and pulled the blankets up to your chin.Â
After a few minutes, he emerged from the bathroomâ the noise from the fan growing louder and a sudden whiff of his shampoo washing over you. Youâd never admit itâ but the way he smelled was actually one of the few things you liked about Tyler.Â
âI know youâre not sleepinâ,â he said as he began rummaging through his bag.Â
âHow the hell would you know that?â you groaned.Â
You heard him chuckle softly. âBecause you wouldnât have answered if you were.â
This fucking cowboy.Â
âWell Iâd like to be sleeping,â you said, still not rolling over to face him.Â
âAnd here I was hopinâ weâd use our little sleepover to get to know each other a little better.â
âYou can lay off the act,â you said suddenly, all of your anger and exhaustion just melting into a pool of unfiltered irritation.Â
There was a brief pause before Tyler replied, âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean thereâs no audience in hereâ no team members watching, no YouTube subscribers viewing us. You donât have to pretend to be all sweet and charming.â
âI wasnât aware I was pretendingââ
âOh cut the shit, Tyler. You love to drive me crazy meâ just admit it. And it's probably my fault for letting you get to me so easily. But I mean, c'mon, was it your plan all along to just get me to share a room with you so you could keep me up all night getting to know me better?â
He let out a huff of air that sounded frustrated, as opposed to his usual amusement. âYouâre something else, Y/N, you know that?â
You were caught off guard by Tylerâs use of your actual name. He always resorted to nicknamesâ either sweetheart or the town he knew you were from. In fact, in the few years youâd known him, the only time heâd ever repeated your name was the first time you told it to him.Â
You sat up in bed and finally turned to face himâ trying to gauge his demeanor.Â
âI offer you a roomâ I didnât have to do that, you know? And believe it or not, I didnât offer it to you just to make your life miserable. I did it because I didnât like the idea of you sleepinâ in your car aloneââ he shook his head. âForget it. It doesnât matter. Goodnight.â
Before you could even think of a reply, Tyler was peeling back the covers of his own bed and crawling in. He laid on his left side, back facing you.
You stayed in place for a moment, too stunned to move or speak or do much of anything.
Eventually, you laid back down, trying your best to deny the pool of guilt spreading through your stomach.
âŠÂ
With one arm you held on to your sister's hand as hard as you couldâ feeling the muscles in your shoulder strain and pop as you did.Â
âHold on!â you shouted, pleading with her not to let go.Â
With your other hand, you were clinging to the handle on the storm shelter door. Somehow it had managed to pop open after the two of you had escaped inside.Â
She looked down at you, her body suspended in the airâ nothing but sheer, unfiltered terror reflecting in her round-rimmed glasses.Â
âCâmon!â you screamed.Â
âPleaseââ she gasped. âPlease donât let me go!â
âI got you!â you screamed, but you could feel that your grip on her clammy hand wasnât as tight as it needed to be. âNoââ you yelled.Â
âDonât let me goââ she repeated, nails digging into your skin desperately.Â
But you didnât even have time to adjust your grip before she was slipping awayâ in the end, the winds won.Â
In the blink of an eye, her body was being sucked away from youâ further and further into the dark storm clouds barreling your way.Â
âNo!â you screamed, reaching for the spot her body was moments before. âNo!âÂ
But then you felt your own grip slipping on the door handle and you knew you needed both hands to hold on if you wanted to survive. So, using all your strengthâ you dragged yourself to the bottom of the storm shelter. You found the safest cornerâ next to some old piping to curl up.Â
The whole time the storm raged on above youâ you couldnât stop screaming. So, you squeezed your eyes shut and pressed your forehead against your knees, making yourself as small as possible. And then, with everything you had left, you wound your arms around the piping and held on like your life depended on it⊠because it did.Â
âŠ
Your name sounded so distant when you heard someone calling itâ like it was miles away. Then, vaguely, it came more into focus as it was called again.Â
The third time, it was right next to youâ and it was familiar⊠but you didnât dare to look up. What if the storm was still raging outside? What if it took you next?Â
Hands gripped your shouldersâ causing you to jolt awake.Â
Your eyes shot open as you pulled yourself from your nightmare. Tyler was sitting on the edge of your bed, his mouth hung open, like he was out of breath.Â
âTyler?â you croaked, attempting to sit up from the mattress.Â
âYouâre okay,â he said instantly. âYouâre okayâ youâre safe.â
Once you had managed to sit up, you studied Tylerâs face for a moment, trying desperately to gauge if any of this was real. Despite the darkness around you, you could still make out every featureâ every crease, every freckle, every single piece of stubble that made up his shaved beard. And as much as youâd admired Tylerâs face in the last few years, even you knew that you couldnât have been that detailed in your imagination.  Â
You wanted to ask what the hell he was doing thereâ how he had gotten in her room, when all of a sudden, the same memories that had plagued you in your dream resurfaced in your mind.
The sight of the EF4 tornado that destroyed every inch of your childhood home. The image of your sisterâs terrified faceâ right before she was ripped from your grasp. The sound of her scream, dissipating with the raging winds.Â
âEasy, sweetheart,â Tyler soothed.Â
You turned to face himâ Tyler was here because heâd let you share his room⊠because he was way kinder than you ever gave him credit for. And now he was hereâ witnessing you completely falling apart.
Tylerâs lips began movingâ he was talking. But despite the vague comfort from his tone of voice, you couldnât really make out what he was saying. It was like the winds were still raging around youâ muffling everything.Â
You felt like your heart might just beat out of your chestâ maybe that was the tornado working to rip it from your skin.Â
âHeyââ a voice⊠no, not a voice. Tylerâs voice, said. âYou gotta breathe.â
What was he talking about? You were breathingâ of course you were breathing. Unless... unless the tornado ripped out your lungs instead of your heart. And now that you thought about it, no, actually, you werenât breathing. You tried to inhale in, but the air wouldnât come. You gasped, chest tightening while you began to tremble.Â
Your lungs werenât in your chestâ your lungs flew awayâ just like your sister.
Firm, rough hands cupped both of your cheeks, forcing you to look forward. You were met by Tylerâs green eyes, currently blown open and wide with worry.Â
âBreathe, baby,â he instructed. âWith meâ look.â
Baby, you thought. That was a new one. You didnât hate it nearly as much as you hated sweetheart.Â
You watched desperately as Tyler inhaled and exhaled exaggeratedly, like he was hoping youâd follow along. Â
You tried. Really, you did.
Your wide, desperate eyes met his. But instead of following along, all you could do was imagine what your sisterâs body had looked like after being struck by debris and tossed halfway across townâ
âWith me,â Tyler repeated firmly, his thumb stroking across the surface of your cheek gently. You leaned into his touch, craving comfort.Â
Tyler continued producing loud and deliberate, slow and calming breaths. After a few seconds, you latched onto the sound, mimicking it, and following along the best that you could.Â
Your shoulders relaxed slightly when you realized that you could actually breatheâ which meant that EF5 hadnât actually ripped them out of your chest.Â
Tylerâs brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. âThere you go,â he whispered.
âDid I wake you up?â you asked quietly, feeling even guiltier than you had for snapping at him all night.Â
He hesitatedâ like he was actually debating on lying to you or not.Â
âWas I screaming?âÂ
âI mean, a little bitââ
You nodded before letting your gaze fall to your lap, where you began picking harshly at an old hangnail, a feeble attempt to distract yourself.Â
âDo youââ Tyler began. âDo you have those nightmares often?â
Now it was your turn to contemplate lying. But then you remembered what an absolute jerk youâd been to Tyler all night, and figured you at least owed him the truth.Â
âYeah,â you said. âThatâs partially why I wanted to sleep in the truck.â
Tyler smiled softly. âAnd here I was thinking it was because you hated me so much.â
âIâm sorryââ you began, voice shaking slightly. âI know I can be a jerk.â
One of Tylerâs eyebrows shot up like he was surprised.Â
âWhat?â you asked.Â
âNo itâs just⊠thatâs the first time Iâve ever heard you apologize.â
âWhat can I say?â you mumbled, trying to make light of things. âYou seem to always see the worst versions of myself.âÂ
Tylerâs gaze softened, like he knew you were talking about more than your lack of apologies. After a moment he sighed. âDo you want to talk about it?â
Glancing up, you hesitated. Your heart had just stopped pounding in your chest, but the thought of talking about what had happened in your home just a few short years ago made it speed up again. Â
âYou donât have toââ Tyler said quickly.Â
âNoâ itâs justâŠâ your voice faltered. âI just havenât really talked about it.âÂ
Tyler was patient. He stayed still on the edge of your bed and waited for you to be ready. After you sorted through some of the thoughts in your head you whispered, âYou know Iâve been chasing in Oklahoma since I was a teenager?â
Tylerâs face lit up in surprise.Â
âItâs true. I took a few years off⊠and when I came back, I was upset to see Oklahoma had a new storm chaser. One that everyone seemed to like more than me,â you admitted. You werenât sure why this was all flowing out so freely, but even you had to admit that it felt nice to be honest. âThatâs why Iâve been so mean to you, I think. It felt like you were encroaching on my turf. And then you showed up with your fancy truckâ and all your gear, and I suppose I just felt a little jealous.âÂ
Tyler nodded in understanding. âWhyâd you take a few years off?â
Your voice caught in your throat. Only when you hung your head did you feel confident enough to answer. âRemember that EF5 that hit Logan County a few years back?â
Tyler nodded.Â
âMy familyâs farm was in Logan County. My parents were awayâ on a weekend trip to Colorado to see family. But Iâd convinced my sister to stay home with me, because I didnât want to go,â the words that were your mouth suddenly didnât feel like yours. And the trembling hands in your lap didnât feel like yours either.Â
âThe storm turned last minute. We barely had any warning. But I grabbed my sisterâ and we ran to the storm shelter. We made it, tooâ but then the door ripped open. When she went to shut itâŠâ your voice trailed off. âWell you can use your imagination for the rest.â
You finally gathered up enough courage to glance up at Tyler. His eyes were fixated on youâ sadness and sympathy plastered all over his face. âIâm so sorry,â he said genuinely.Â
âYeah, wellâŠâ you said weakly. âThe worst part isâ I think I remember locking the storm shelter doorâ but I wonder every single day of my life if I accidentally forgot. Which⊠I mean, convincing her to stay home already makes it partially my fault. But I can write that one offâ and remind myself I didnât know what was going to happen. But forgetting to lock the storm shelter?â you sighed. âThat would be a harder one to forgive myself for.â
Tyler scooted closer towards you on the bed. He raised his handâ he was reaching out to comfort you. But then he pulled back, like he thought better. You were surprised by how disappointed that made you.Â
âItâs not your faultââ Tyler assured you.Â
It was the same thing your parents had said your whole lifeâ so why couldnât you believe it?Â
âI guess it doesn't really matter whose fault it was,â you said. âSheâs gone and Iâm not. I took a few years off from chasing because I just couldnât⊠I couldnât get myself in the right headspace for it. Every time I saw a cell forming, Iâd panicâ and Iâd want to run from it, not chase it. Things are better now⊠but every once and a while, I still run. Like today,â you admitted. âI knew the winds changed. I knew the one to the east was gonna die out. Thatâs why I chose it.âÂ
Tyler sighed. âAnd then I gave you shit for it,â he said, remorse in his tone. âIâm sorry.â
âIâm sorry, too,â you admitted. âAnd Iâm really grateful you let me crash in your room. I think if Iâd been screaminâ like that in my car, it wouldâve caused quite the scene.â
Tylerâs lips tugged into a gentle smile. âI told you I didnât mind sharing when it came to you. Plus, I learned more about you during our little sleepover than I have in the last few years chasinâ next to you.âÂ
âYeah, wellâŠâ you mumbled. âDonât get used to it.â
Tyler smirked. âDoes that mean youâre going to go back to hating me tomorrow, when weâre no longer roommates? Or have I finally cracked through that tough ole shell of yours?â
âYou keep offerinâ me motel rooms for free and Iâll be an open book,â you laughed.Â
Tyler nodded, like he was storing that offer for later.Â
âHey, I donât know about you,â he said, suddenly clapping his thighs before standing up. âBut all that screaming got me wide awake. You hungry? Iâm buying.â
He held out his handâ waiting for you to take it.Â
âAre you offering me a room and dinner in one night?â you teased.Â
âAnd all you had to do was reveal your deepest, darkest secrets and traumas to me,â Tyler smirked.Â
âTyler Owens, youâre too easy,â you said, gladly taking his outstretched hand.
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Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader (Twisters) Summary: You're a new addition to the Storm Par team and Tyler finds himself fascinated with you from the very beginning.
Itâs been a long and stressful day, so you assume that the group of tornado wranglers hanging about the large red truck by the stairs are feeling the same way as you â exhausted â and will let you head upstairs to get some much needed rest.
You are, however, incredibly wrong.Â
âHey, youâre the one with the Storm Par team, arenât you?â
You force yourself to a stop on the first landing and turn to the group, all of their eyes staring up at you, and nod. âAnd you are the ones that make videos on Youtube.â
Boone, one of the only ones whoâs names youâd gotten earlier today, laughs. âYou say that like itâs a bad thing, but Iâm taking it as a win since you know who we are, as well as the other million people who subscribe to us.â
Itâs hard not to smile at least a little at his cockiness. If you had a million subscribers on Youtube, youâd probably also have let it go to your head a little.Â
You try and excuse yourself from the conversation then, assuming itâs over, and take a step towards the stairs, but yet again â youâre wrong. This time, itâs the tall, gorgeous blond man that speaks. Tyler Owens.
âI donât think sheâs subscribed to us, Boone.â
You canât help it. You bite. âWhat makes you say that, Owens?â
He grins up at you from his spot on the back of the truck. âAm I wrong?âÂ
âThatâs not an answer.â
The others in the group laugh and whoop, obviously enjoying the back and forward between the two of you. You assume that itâs rare for Tyler Owens to get that from anyone, let alone a fellow storm chaser that heâs never met before in his life.Â
Tyler looks at you for a few moments without saying anything and you take that as your cue to leave, stifling a yawn as you turn away and head up the staircase. You can hear the others chattering back at the truck as you reach the top of the staircase and move to find your room, desperate for a warm shower and a comfortable bed.Â
Youâre so stuck in your own thoughts that you donât hear someone bounding up the stairs behind you.Â
âHey, Storm Par,â Tyler Owensâ voice surprises you.
You look up from the key in your hand, having been checking your room number, and meet his eyes. âWere you that desperate for an answer on whether Iâm subscribed to your Youtube channel that you had to follow me up here?â
Tyler chuckles to himself. âNo, surprisingly not. Just figured Iâd come and ask you how youâre doing and didnât think youâd want an audience for that question.â
Youâre a little surprised by his kind nature. Judging by what youâd seen of him so far, he was more of an act first, think later kind of person. And maybe he still was since heâd run after you so fast.Â
âHow Iâm doing? I met you twelve hours ago.â
He flashes a grin. âI canât ask someone I met twelve hours ago how they are?â
âWellâŠâ You hesitate, a little lost for words. âIâm fine, just tired. I havenât done this storm chasing thing in a couple of years and itâs going to take a bit of getting used to, especially working with a team like Storm Par.â
You donât owe Tyler an explanation about everything, not about why you havenât done it in years, nor why youâre a bit apprehensive about the Storm Par team. But you figure, since heâd been so kind to follow you up here to check in on you, a small explanation is the least you can offer him in return for his kindness.
Tyler nods. âListen, I know my team can be a little much sometimes â in a good way, donât get me wrong â but if youâre ever after a bit more fun than the suits and PhDâs of Storm Par, Iâm sure we can squeeze you in.â
You snort. âThey do not wear suits while storm chasing.â
âHow do you know? Youâve only been here for twelve hours, Storm Par.â
Tyler smirks as you narrow your eyes at him. âNot my name, Owens.â
âGo and get some rest, youâll need it for tomorrow.â He can see that youâre exhausted, and even though youâre happily playing along with him, heâs not the type to push it too far. Especially when it comes to you, apparently. âIâll make sure no one disturbs you.â
âYou gonna set up camp outside my room?â
âNo, not for someone Iâve only known for twelve hours. But I will guard the stairs incase Javi or Scott come looking for you,â he smiles, amusement in his every word. âGo on.â
You listen to him, eyeing him carefully one last time before turning and heading towards your room, which you think is at the end of the corridor. Just as youâre putting your key in the lock, you hear him yell out behind you.
âIf you canât sleep, you can always look up Tornado Wranglers on Youtube!âÂ
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Moments of Praise â Jungwon, Jake, Sunghoon.
bangchan and felix
GENRE. pureeeeee smut. freaky hours. 18+
AUTHORS NOTE. i am ovulating, so either im sorry or youâre welcome :)
Good girls get whatever they wantâand youâre the greatest.
jungwon
you love so many things. you love tequila, you love cool sheets, you love the springâthe list goes on and on. but recently, someone asked you what do you love most? in the moment, you couldnât make a decision because how could you choose? but right now, as jungwonâs hands are gripped around your neckânot tight enough to hurt you, but strong enough to remind you he owns you, and heâs stroking in and out of youârefusing the break eye contact not even for a second, you realize this is what you love most in this world.
heâs always so damn cocky when heâs fucking you, because he knows how amazing he makes you feel, everytime. he knows what you wantâbut he cares more about what you need. and you earned the di*k youâre getting right now.
heâs so drunk off your p*ssy, but thatâll never wipe the sly smirk off his face. all this, because you were so patient all day, and the cherry on top was you helping an elderly woman carry her groceries to her car. because thatâs the kind of boyfriend you haveâone that got so turned on at you being good.
you canât form a proper sentence. thatâs how good it feels. and heâs loving every second of it. youâre trying so hard, and all he can do is mock youâmimicking every expression you make to verbally tell him thank you. and heâs going exactly how you love it,âlove him. slow and steady.
âi know baby, i know.â he utters. âdaddy is fucking you so good, isnât he? mhm.â a whimper slips out of his pretty lips, which only adds onto your incoming orgasm.
âbabyââ you finally manage to get our âwhy do youâalwaysâfuck me so goooood. oh myââ you wanted so badly to finish, but he clearly likes you like this. slutted out and unable to focus. only able to feel him and everything heâs doing to you. his free hand places itself on your clit, rubbing gentle circles around it. as if the pleasure you were already feeling wasnât good enough for jungwon.
âgood girls, deserve good dick. and you, baby?â he chuckles before biting his lip and looking at you as if your hole is the best thing since sliced bread, âyouâre such a good fucking good girl. so fucking patient. so kind. this pussy is everything Iâve ever wanted in life. youâre so fucking wet. so fucking goodâah.â
âits too good, daddy. i canât take it. i canât.â youâre practically hyperventilating. you didnât know anything could feel this good. youâre seeing stars and heâs living for it.
âwho canât take it? hm? you baby? because my girl can do anything she puts her mind to. so take this fucking dick.â
are his last words before you both cum all over the each-other.
jake
his members lay asleep, their facesâas well as his and yours glowing from the tv thatâs still playing the movie jungwon chose earlier. to the naked eye, you and jake look like two people utterly in love, making deep eye contact because youâre so infatuated with each other. this isnât wrong, but it also isnât the reason why the two of you are staring at eachother in the dark.
the real reason, is because jakeâs hands are buried deep in your panties, and heâs determined to make you cum in your jeans, infront of everyone. you knew at some point tonight heâd sneak you away to be inside you, but like this? but at the same time, youâd be lying if you said this isnât the sexiest thing youâve ever done. and you werenât rude. you were raised to always be grateful for gifts.
heâs so fucking focused. and heâs doing so good. your eyes canât figure out if they want to be open or closed and you wish you could grind in his hand, but that would wake somebody up. thereâs a part of you that wants to stop him because of the way your body reacts when you or**sm, but as always, your boyfriend is two steps ahead of you.
âi need you to.â he utters, nothing short of desperation resting on his eyes. âI wonât stop until you do.â
all you can do is nod, because youâre so close. that doesnât stop his mouth from running.
âyeah.â he assures youâhis aussie accent thick. âyouâre so wet, baby. and that makes me so happy.â he places your hand on his length, that is rock solid. âyou like the fact that they can see you if they wanted, donât you? i know i do.â âcanât wait to make you lick it off my fingers.â âwake em up baby. wake em up baby.â he grunts, resting his forehead on yours but eyes refusing to disconnect. you practically burst all over his fingers, your body is shaking, and you canât help but hit his arm over and over because fuck you, jake. now.
sunghoon
sunghoon is so full of himself. he does what he wants, when he wants, and if the world isnât revolving around him? then the world mustâve vanished. and heâs no different right nowâarms tucked cockily behind his head while you bounce up and down on his length. the only thing heâs wearing is a smug look on his face, as if to sayâof course the second I called, you answered. and of course, the minute I told you to strip and cum all over me, you went straight to work. because I own you and everyone else.
âi fucking hate you.â you moan loudly. but you donât. and he knows you donât too. thatâs why all he does he chuckle in a seductive tone before whispering, âi love you too, baby.â
when he confesses his love for you, whether itâs real love behind the words or not, it always puts you in a mode. like you have to show him that if he doesnât, heâs about to. âyou love me?â you whisper, your pleading eyes turning into something much more devious. your bouncing turns for his pleasure and his eyes widen in disbelief of how amazing you feel and look right now.
âmhm.â he nods aggressively. you increase your speed and the intensity of each movement.
âyou fucking love me?â you question againâlaughing at him now.
it was like he was losing consciousness the way his eyes couldnât hold still but his body was frozen from the pleasure. âyesssâoh, baby. ugh.â
âtell me why you love me.â you demand.
âbecauâbecause youâre so pretty. and you always make daddy feel so good! your pu**yâbaby please. mmm always so wet andâtight. make me cum please please please. i love you so much. please Iâll do anything for it please donât stop!â he squeals out, before shooting his seed inside you.
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (09)
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MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 4.7k
Aliyah's Notes: y'all are getting fed cause this chapter and the next one are gonna be cute asf so enjoy :)
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Three days before the engagement party felt like an endless marathon, with every hour packed to the brim with decisions and errands. The morning started earlyâtoo early for your likingâas Aisha and Nina practically dragged you out of bed.
Nina, ever the âmomâ of the group, had already prepared an itinerary. She stood in the kitchen, arms crossed, her phone in hand, while you slumped in a chair, still clinging to the remnants of sleep. âAlright, ladies,â Nina began, her tone brisk, âweâve got a packed schedule. Venue first, then flowers, then caterers. Weâll fit in the designer appointment after lunch, assuming someone,â her eyes flicked pointedly toward you, âdoesnât take forever to make decisions.â
Aisha smirked, sipping her coffee as she leaned against the counter. âYou know sheâll take forever. She was debating the color of napkins for twenty minutes for her birthday party.â
âBecause they matter!â you protested, sitting up straighter, your natural energy kicking in. âThe wrong napkin can throw off the entire table aesthetic. Imagine gold chargers with plain white napkinsâhorrible!â
Aisha groaned dramatically, while Nina pinched the bridge of her nose. âGod give me strength,â Nina muttered in Tagalog under her breath before clapping her hands. âAlright, letâs move. The decorator is expecting us in twenty minutes, and Iâm not letting us be late.â
The three of you piled into Ninaâs car, and the drive to the venue was filled with your endless chatter. You couldnât help yourself; you were excited. Ever since your night at Rafeâs, youâve been walking around with a weight lift off your shoulders, and a smile on your face. âOkay, but seriously, do you think white and gold is too basic? Should I add a pop of color? Like blush pink? Or emerald green! Oh, that could be so chicââ
âBreathe, Miss. Yapper,â Aisha interrupted, shooting you a look from the front seat. âYouâve already settled on white and gold. Donât backtrack now.â
âSheâs just overthinking again,â Nina said from the driverâs seat, her voice calm but firm. âYou always do this, sweetie. Just trust your instincts. Theyâre good⊠most of the time.â
âMost of the time?!â you repeated, feigning offense.
âGirl, youâre the one who almost ordered heart-shaped balloons for your exâs retirement party,â your best friend deadpanned.
âHe always complained about his job, alright! I thought he was happy to retire.â
The two of them burst into laughter, and you couldnât help but join in. They always knew how to make you laugh, even when your perfectionism threatened to take over.
When you arrived at the venue, the decorator was already waiting, surrounded by samples of linens, centerpieces, and lighting options. The grand ballroom looked beautiful even in its unfinished state, with its high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows letting in streams of sunlight. But you could already see a million tiny things that needed to be fixed or adjusted.
Nina took charge of logistics, confirming delivery times and setups with the decorator, while Aisha kept you in check. Every time you tried to change somethingâa table arrangement here, a floral display thereâAisha would cross her arms and give you a warning glare.
âFocus, Y/N. Youâre going to drive this poor decorator insane,â Aisha muttered as you debated, for the third time, whether the table runners should have a satin or matte finish.
âItâs not insane to want things to be perfect,â you argued, though your voice was tinged with doubt.
âItâs insane when youâre deciding between two things that look exactly the same,â Aisha countered.
âPale beige and normal beige are completely differentââ
Nina swooped in to mediate, her tone soothing. âLook, kids, both options are gorgeous. Y/N, pick one and move on. We still have three more stops today.â
You sighed, finally nodding and pointing to the matte finish. The decorator gave you a grateful smile, and you moved on to the next decision.
By the time you left the venue, your head was spinning, but there was no time to slow down. The next stop was the florist, where the three of you pored over bouquets and arrangements.
âPeonies are elegant, but are they too soft for the theme?â you mused aloud, holding up a sample.
âPeonies are fine,â Nina assured you, already checking her phone for the next appointment.
âRoses are boring,â Aisha chimed in, inspecting a cluster of orchids. âBut these could work. Theyâre dramatic. Like you.â
You stuck your tongue out at her, earning a rare laugh from Nina. âSheâs not wrong,â Nina said with a small smile.
The florist walked you through the arrangements, but your perfectionism struck again. You wanted everything to complement the aesthetic without feeling overdone. Nina stepped in when she sensed you starting to spiral.
âY/N, just pick a theme and stick with it,â she said gently but firmly. âYou canât have every flower in the world at your party. Less is more.â
Aisha nodded in agreement. âListen to her. Sheâs right. For once.â
Nina rolled her eyes but didnât dignify the comment with a response.
Eventually, you settled on a mix of peonies, orchids, and eucalyptus, feeling a little more confident as you left the florist.
Lunch was a quick stop at a café, where you barely had time to scarf down a sandwich before heading to your next appointment. The designer fitting was a whirlwind of fabrics, sequins, and pins, with you trying on dress after dress while Nina and Aisha offered their unfiltered opinions.
By the end of the day, you were utterly spent. You stumbled through the door of your apartment, exhaustion hit you like a ton of bricks. You kicked off your heels, letting them clatter onto the floor, and flopped onto the couch with a moan. Your feet ached, your head was pounding, and the thought of the work you have for tomorrow made you want to cry.
Just as you were debating whether to order takeout or crawl into bed and call it a night. Your phone buzzedâ-your new phone that you bought yesterday after losing your original one and your keys at the charity eventâ-on the coffee table. You reached for it, squinting at the screen.
Rafe: âLongest. Day. Ever.â
A small smile tugged at your lips despite your fatigue. You propped yourself up against the armrest and typed back.
You: âTell me about it. Iâm so dead! Who knew choosing flowers could feel like a full-body workout?â
His response came almost immediately.
Rafe: âYeah? Well, at least you didnât have to run for AN HOUR!!! My legs feel like theyâre about to give up on me.â
You: âPoor baby. Want me to send you a trophy for Most Exhausted Future FiancĂ©-to-Be?â
Rafe: âHa. Ha. So funny.â
Rafe: âAre you sure weâre not married yet? You already sound like a nagging wife.â
The audacity of him made you chuckle and roll your eyes. You typed quickly, unable to help yourself.
You: âExcuse you? If Iâm a nagging wife, then youâre a whiny husband.â
Rafe: âWhatever you say, nagging wife.â
You let out a quiet laugh, shaking your head as you sank further into the couch. The teasing back-and-forth was an oddly comforting way to unwind after such a chaotic day.
You: âSeriously though, did you at least eat? Or are you surviving off your ego again?â
Rafe: âDoes a protein bar and water count?â
You groaned audibly, your fingers flying across the screen.
You: âNo, Rafe. A protein bar and water do NOT count. A protein bar is not food; itâs a snack. Please tell me youâve got something decent in your fridge.â
Rafe: âDefine âdecentââŠâ
You: âIâm going to kill you.â
Rafe: âThatâs very romantic, baby, but youâre avoiding the question. Whatâs the verdict? Is my fridge decent enough for you, Your Honor?â
You: âNo.â
You: âKnowing you, itâs probably full of water bottles, expired vegetables, and mystery leftovers. Am I wrong?â
Rafe: âI donât like this attack on my character.â
You: âAnswer the question, Cameron.â
Rafe: âFine. Maybe youâre right. I donât have the energy to argue. Or to cook, for that matter.â
You sighed again, a twinge of concern sneaking past your teasing. You guessed he pushed himself hard during training, but the least he could do was take care of himself after.
You: âAlright, what do you feel like eating? Iâll bring you something.â
Rafe: âWhat? No. You just spent all day running around. You donât have to do that.â
You: âToo late. I offered, and Iâm not taking it back. So, whatâll it be?â
Rafe: â...Youâre really doing this, huh?â
You: âAbsolutely.â
Rafe: âFine. Surprise me. Just nothing too fancy. Iâm starving.â
You: âGot it. Be there in an hour.â
Rafe: âAngel.â
Shaking your head, you pocketed your phone and headed to the kitchen. After a quick assessment of what you had on hand, you decided on a simple but satisfying dish: chicken biryani.Â
Cooking helped you relax after the chaotic day. The process of measuring spices, chopping onions, and stirring the pot grounded you, your mind focused on creating something warm and filling. By the time the dish was done, the air was fragrant with the scent of saffron, cardamom, and cloves.
You packed the biryani into a container, added a side of pudding kheer for balance, and grabbed some naan for good measure. After a quick freshen-up, you were on your way to Rafeâs penthouse.
When he opened the door, the sight of him hit you like a punch to the gut. Rafe stood there in low-hanging sweatpants that clung to his hips, no shirt in sight, leaving every inch of his toned chest and sculpted abs on full display. His damp hair was a tousled mess, drops of water clinging to his skin, catching the light as they slid down the defined lines of his torso. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his gaze raking over you with a mix of cocky amusement and exhaustion. The lazy grin tugging at his lips was enough to make your pulse stutterâand the way his voice dipped, low and teasing, when he finally spoke didnât help.Â
âWell, well,â he drawled. âLook who showed up. My nagging wife bearing gifts.â
You rolled your eyes, forcing yourself to focus on the container in your hands instead of his sexy, very sexy abs. âYou want dinner or not, Cameron? âCause I can take it back?â
He instantly straightened up. âCome in, Your Honor,â he stepped aside to let you in, his grin widening when he saw the bag in your hand.
The penthouse was dimly lit, the warm glow of the city skyline visible through the floor-to-ceiling windows. You set the food on the kitchen island, trying to ignore the way he was watching you with that infuriating smirk.
You looked at your attire, and rolled your eyes. âStop staring at my ass and grab plates,â you ordered, sounding stern.
âYes, maâam,â he said, clearly amused, but he obeyed.
The two of you sat at the island, the meal between you. You put your hair in a bun, and said; âSo, this is chicken biryaniââ you pointed to it. ââand this is kheer and some naan.â
âThis looks amazing, Y/N,â he let out a groan of appreciation.
You blushed at the compliment. âThank you. You ever had Asian food before?â
âI had sushi and ramen with my teamââ
You chuckled. âI meant South Asian food, Rafe.â
âOh. South AsianâŠâ
âYeah,â you nodded. âYou know, Indian, Sri Lankan, Pakistani, etc⊠Did you?â
He shook his head. âI donât remember. I eat basic white man food, to be honest.â
âI realized,â you laughed. âWell, eat well.â
Rafe took his first bite, and his eyes widened. âYo! This is delicious, what the fuck?â
You smiled, watching as he devoured the food like he hadnât eaten in days. âTold you protein bars wouldnât cut itââ
âYouâre not going to eat?â
âI already ate,â you lied.
âBullshit,â he said, giving you a pointed look. âHave some with me. I donât like eating alone.â
You hesitated for a moment before giving in, grabbing a fork and joining him. The two of you ate in companionable silence, the tension of the day melting away with each bite.
For a brief moment, it didnât feel like you were preparing for an engagement party or navigating the complicated arrangement that had brought you together. It felt easy, naturalâlike something that didnât require overthinking.
You stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up, rinsing off the plates and containers. Warm water rushed over your hands as you scrubbed away the remnants of biryani and naan. The scent of spices lingered in the air, a comforting reminder of the meal youâd shared. Behind you, Rafe leaned against the counter, his tall frame relaxed but his eyes fixed on you.
âYou know,â he said, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the faucet, âyou really donât have to do this.â
âYouâve said that already,â you replied without turning around, focusing instead on rinsing the plate in your hand.
âBecause I mean it. I can clean tomorrow,â he quipped, folding his arms across his bare chest.
A chuckle escaped you, and you tossed him a look over your shoulder. âSome of us were raised to clean up immediately after eating. Itâs a brown girl thingâno one leaves the kitchen messy in my house.â
Rafe raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. âAh, so itâs cultural?â
âHell yeah,â you replied, turning back to the sink. âIf my mom ever caught me walking away from a pile of dishes, I wouldnât live to see another day.â
âSounds intense,â he teased, though his tone was laced with curiosity.
âYouâre just white,â you shot back, and he laughed. âBut also⊠I kind of like it,â you admitted, your voice softer now. âIt feels wrong to leave things undone. Like youâre disrespecting the meal or something.â
Rafe was quiet for a moment, and you could feel his gaze lingering on you, not with judgment but something that felt closer to admiration.
âYouâre kind of incredible, you know that?â he said finally.
You blinked, caught off guard. âFor doing the dishes? Your standards are low, Cameron.â
He laughed, the sound deep and genuine. âNo, I mean⊠just in general. You donât have to cook for me or clean up after me, but you do it anyway. And you donât even make a big deal out of it. Youâre just⊠thoughtful.â
His words made you pause, your hands still under the running water. For a man who often masked his feelings behind sarcasm and cockiness, the sincerity in his voice hit you harder than you expected.
âWell,â you said, trying to keep your tone light, âdonât get used to it. Just because I cleaned your kitchen tonight doesnât mean Iâm signing up to do it forever.â
Rafe grinned, stepping closer. âNoted. One-time deal.â
You rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you shut off the faucet and reached for the dish towel. âBesides, I wasnât cleaning for you. I was cleaning for my own peace of mind.â
âStill,â he said, his voice dropping slightly, âthanks. For all of it.â
You glanced over at him, caught off guard again by the softness in his tone. The cocky grin he usually wore was replaced by something more subdued, more genuine. It made your chest tighten in a way you werenât ready to think about.
âItâs not a big deal,â you said, your voice quieter now. âJust food and a few dishes.â
âTo you, maybe,â he said, leaning against the counter beside you. âBut itâs been a while since anyoneâs done something like this for me. I donât even know the last time I had an actual home-cooked meal.â
That admission tugged at something deep inside you, a mix of sympathy and affection you werenât quite prepared for. You focused on folding the towel in your hands, hoping he wouldnât notice the way your cheeks warmed.
âWell, someone has to make sure you donât live off protein bars and bad decisions,â you said lightly, trying to steer the conversation back into familiar territory.
Rafe chuckled, the sound low and warm. âGuess I should count myself lucky itâs you.â
Your eyes flicked up to his, and for a moment, you forgot how to respond. The way he was looking at youâsoft, unguarded, and almost reverentâmade your heart skip a beat.
âAlright, stop,â you said, breaking the moment and brushing past him toward the counter. âYouâre making it weird.â
âMaking what weird?â he asked, following you with an amused grin.
âEverything,â you shot back, grabbing your bag. âAnd donât think I didnât notice you slacking off while I did all the work. Next time, youâre cleaning.â
âDeal,â he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. âAs long as thereâs a next time.â
You hesitated at the door, looking back at him. His smirk was still there, but so was that softness in his eyes, the one that made it hard to look away. Bag slung over your shoulder and shoes slipped back on, ready to leave Rafeâs penthouse and head home for what was left of the night. The day had drained you, and though the quiet domestic moment youâd just shared with him was niceâunexpectedly soâyou still needed to recharge for tomorrowâs chaos.
âYou donât have to leave yet,â he said, almost too casually, as if trying to disguise the sincerity in his tone.
You paused, glancing back at him. âRafe, itâs late. Iâm exhausted. Youâre exhausted. We both need sleep.â
He shrugged, his mouth curling into that boyish grin that usually meant trouble. âSo? Five more minutes wonât hurt. Sit down, relax. Youâve been running around all day.â
You narrowed your eyes at him but relented, curiosity getting the better of you. âFine. Five minutes,â you muttered, dropping your bag onto the floor again and heading to the couch.
Rafe followed you, sitting on the other end of the couch, though he shifted closer. His arm rested along the backrest, his entire posture relaxed in a way that only made you more aware of him.
âSo,â he began, his tone lighter now, âwhat did you actually do today? Besides fighting with tablecloths and flowers, I mean.â
You groaned, leaning back into the cushions. âIt feels like thatâs all I did. The decorators kept bringing me options that were either too tacky or too plain. And donât even get me started on the florists. Nina kept trying to keep me on schedule, Aisha rolled her eyes at every single arrangement, and I was stuck in the middle.â
His laugh was low and warm. âSounds like a nightmare.â
âIt was,â you said, though there was a faint smile tugging at your lips now. âBut somehow, itâs all starting to come together. Slowly. Painfully. I think weâre making progress.â
He tilted his head, watching you with that quiet intensity he always seemed to have when you werenât paying attention. âYou really care about this party, huh?â
You hesitated, the weight of his gaze making it harder to brush off the question. âYeah, I guess I do,â you admitted softly. âI mean, if we donât make it believable then Iâd have to go back to my country, and I canât let that happen.â
Rafe was silent for a moment, his eyes never leaving yours. The soft light in the room cast shadows across his face, making him look more vulnerable, less guarded than usual.
âYouâre putting so much thought into it,â he said finally, his voice quieter now. âMore than anyone else would, I think.â
You shrugged, your gaze dropping to your hands. âJust doing what needs to be done. Nothing special.â
âIt is special,â he said, his tone firm but gentle.
The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze for a moment that felt like it stretched on forever. There was something unspoken in his expression, something soft and unfamiliar that made your heart stutter.
âOkay, your turn,â you said quickly, needing to break the tension. âWhat did you do today, besides run yourself into the ground?â
His smirk returned, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. âPractice, drills, meetings. The usual.â
âYou make it sound so thrilling,â you teased, crossing your arms.
âOh, itâs a blast,â he said with mock enthusiasm. âNothing like running suicides and lifting until your arms feel like theyâre gonna fall off. And then sitting in a room listening to people tell you how to market yourself better.â
âSounds glamorous,â you said, leaning back into the couch with a small laugh.
Rafe chuckled, his gaze softening as he watched you. âItâs not. But then again, you make flower arrangements sound like boot camp, so I guess weâre even.â
You smiled, letting the comfortable quiet settle between you for a moment. The hum of the city outside was faint but constant, a reminder of how late it had gotten.
âI should really go,â you said, breaking the silence and sitting up.
Rafeâs hand reached out, brushing against yours as he spoke. âYou donât have to.â
The softness in his voice caught you off guard, and for a moment, you stayed still, his fingers lingering near yours. The space between you suddenly felt smaller, charged with something neither of you were ready to name.
âRafe,â you said gently, pulling your hand back, though your voice betrayed your hesitation.
âStay a little longer,â he said, his eyes searching for yours. âThis is⊠nice. Just sitting here. Talking.â
Your heart thudded in your chest at his words, and you looked away, pretending to straighten your bag. âI canât. Iâve got another long day tomorrow, and so do you.â
He sighed but didnât argue, leaning back into the couch. âAlright. But you owe me another five minutes next time.â
You laughed softly, shaking your head as you stood. âSure, Cameron. Iâll pencil it into my busy schedule.â
He followed you to the door again, his presence warm and steady behind you. As you stepped into the hallway, you glanced back at him, your smile softer now.
As you moved toward the door, your bag slung over your shoulder, Rafe trailed behind you, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his sweatpants. The quiet between you was comfortable, a marked contrast to the constant noise of the day. Just as you reached for the handle, his voice broke the silence.
âSo⊠my dad called today,â he said, his tone light but deliberate.
You paused, turning slightly to glance at him, curiosity flickering in your expression. âOh? What about?â
Rafe leaned against the frame, his posture deceptively relaxed. âHe wanted to ask about you.â
The corners of your mouth lifted in a faint smirk. âMe? Why? Should I be flattered or scared?â
He chuckled, though it came with a hint of exasperation. âBecause youâre about to be my wife, and you should definitely be flattered. Heâs been⊠curious, I guess. Youâre kind of a hot topic at the moment.â
Your brow furrowed as you adjusted the strap of your bag. âWhat do you mean?â
Rafe shrugged, though his eyes flickered to yours briefly before looking away. âHeâs been asking when he and Rose can meet you. Sarahâs been on my case about it too. She wants to meet you again. Itâs like theyâre more excited about this whole engagement thing than I am.â
There was an edge to his words, not quite bitterness but something close to it, and you stepped back from the door slightly, your curiosity deepening. âIs that⊠a bad thing?â
âNo, itâs not bad,â he said quickly, though his jaw tightened ever so slightly. âItâs just⊠predictable. My dadâs all about appearances, and this engagement makes us look good. You make me look good.â
His words were meant to sound casual, but the weight beneath them was unmistakable. You softened your tone as you leaned against the couch. âRafe, if youâre not comfortable with all this, you can tell me. Iâm not going toââ
âItâs not that,â he interrupted, shaking his head. âItâs just⊠complicated.â
You tilted your head, watching him carefully. âHow so?â
He hesitated, running a hand through his hair in frustration. âMy family has this way of⊠making everything feel like a performance. You know? Like, theyâre not just happy about this engagement because itâs a good thing for me. Theyâre happy because itâs a good thing for them. My dadâs already talking about how itâll âstrengthen the Cameron name,â and Rose keeps mentioning how much she âadores your poise.ââ
You blinked at him, momentarily caught off guard. âWait, your step-mother said that? About me?â
He laughed lightly, nodding. âYeah. I think sheâs obsessed with you already.â
You couldnât help the small laugh that escaped you. âWow. And here I thought winning over your dad would be the hard part.â
âOh, donât worry. Heâll grill you like a steak the second he gets a chance,â Rafe said, his tone teasing but his smile tinged with something softer. âHe doesnât trust anyone, especially not when it comes to me.â
You frowned at that, your arms crossing instinctively. âWhy not? Youâre⊠I mean, youâre his son. Shouldnât he trust you the most?â
Rafeâs smile faltered for a split second before he masked it with another shrug. âLetâs just say my track record isnât exactly spotless. And my dad⊠heâs always been more interested in results than reasons. This marriage? Itâs a result he likes. Thatâs all.â
The raw honesty in his words caught you off guard, and for a moment, you didnât know how to respond. Finally, you stepped closer, your voice quieter now. âRafe, if this is too muchâif your familyâs involvement is making it harderâI can talk to them. Set boundaries or whatever.â
He shook his head, his eyes meeting yours. âYou donât have to do that. Itâs not your problem to fix.â
âMaybe not,â you said, your gaze unwavering, âbut itâs my problem now too.â
âSuch a good wife already,â he caressed your cheeks softly, the corner of his mouth twitched, his smirk returning faintly. âYouâre really taking this whole âteamworkâ thing seriously, huh?â
âIâm a perfectionist,â you replied, matching his tone. âCanât help it.â
He chuckled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. âYouâre too good at this, you know. My familyâs already halfway in love with you, and you havenât even met them yet.â
âMaybe I should be worried,â you teased, though there was a softness in your voice now.
âDonât be,â he said, his tone quieter as he let his hand down your face. âIf anything, theyâre the ones who should be worried. Youâre gonna walk in there, charm everyone without even trying, and leave me to deal with their unrealistic expectations.â
You laughed, the sound light and genuine, and Rafe found himself leaning just a little closer, caught up in the warmth of the moment.
âWell, if theyâre anything like you,â you said, your voice still tinged with amusement, âIâm sure Iâll survive.â
Rafeâs smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by something softer, something you couldnât quite name. âTheyâre nothing like me,â he said quietly, almost to himself.
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you moved. His gaze lingered on yours, steady and unguarded in a way that made your breath catch.
âRafeâŠâ you began, your voice trailing off as his expression shifted ever so slightly, something unreadable flickering across his face.
But just as quickly as the moment had come, it passed. He straightened, his usual smirk slipping back into place like a mask. âYou should probably get some rest,â he said, his tone lighter now. âYouâve got a big day tomorrow.â
You blinked, startled by the sudden shift, but nodded. âYeah. You too.â
He followed you to the door, his presence steady behind you as you stepped into the hallway. As you turned back to glance at him one last time, his expression softened again, his blue eyes holding yours for a beat longer than necessary.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â he said, his voice quieter now.
âGoodnight, Rafe,â you replied, your chest tightening slightly as you walked away, the weight of his gaze following you long after youâd gone.
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chapter ten
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This turned out longer than expected, but I just canât resist slutty boys đ©.
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Imagine,
Slutty boys, who love love love wearing cunty outfits whenever the two of you go to a party.
Slutty boys, who adore the fact that youâre so comfortable with them wearing gorgeous, yet quite revealing outfits out in parties, because youâre confident that youâd win if you ever threw hands with someone who was looking at your boyfriend the wrong way.
Slutty boys, who need to go shopping at least once in two weeks, because that sexy red dress that they wore last Sunday? That was so yesterdayâs style.
Slutty boys, who go straight to that one store that has the most sexy dresses and lingerie, which also costs you about a human kidney, but hey, who would you spoil if not your gorgeous boyfriend?
Slutty boys, who always, always, ask your opinion about any revealing clothes, because if you donât like it, then there is no point whatsoever in them buying such an outfit.
Slutty boys, who excitedly pick out the most jaw dropping gorgeous outfits, ones that fit their body so beautifully, pressing so perfectly against their hips and thighs.
Slutty boys, who make a show of presenting their outfits to you, walking out of the trial rooms in a slow pace, giving a little twirl once they reach you, before pressing their body against yours, asking you whether you like this outfit.
Slutty boys, who purr against your neck, as you tell them they are the most stunning, sexy thing youâve ever laid your eyes upon. (And not a word of this was untrue. Heck, you would find them sexy if they wore baggy jeans and a t-shirt, a dress like this was making you almost go feral.)
Slutty boys, who only giggle and look up at you with feigned innocence, when you push them into the trial room, and lock the door behind you. What do you mean they were turning you on? They were totally not rubbing their hips against yours in a very suggestive manner.
Slutty boys, who, soon enough, lose all their cockiness, when you almost rip the dress off them (almost. that thing coat a fortune in itself), before pressing them into the wall, their back facing you, as you pull down their pretty, now soaked panties, leaving their thigh high stockings on.
Slutty boys, who let out a sinful moan as you shove the panties into their mouth. You had established a long time ago that they were a screamer, and the last thing you needed right now was the store workers to hear what was going on inside the small room.
Slutty boys, who hold onto their dear life, trying to grip onto something, anything, as you get down on your knees behind them, spreading their soft ass cheeks, and give a tentative lick to the ring of muscles, which clench under your warm tongue.
Slutty boys, who can barely stand, their wails and moans muffled by the panties, as your tongue coaxes the pretty pink hole, just enough for you to slide it inside.
Slutty boys, who barely last a few minutes of your tongue exploring their insides, their walls clenching painfully around your tongue, as they cum with a frightful shudder, the thick white liquid coating the mirror as it drips down to the floor.
Slutty boys, who sit still and look pretty, as you make them sit on the dressing chair and pull out a fresh panty out of your bag, (you always carried a pair of them, because knowing how needy your boyfriend was, and how little self-control you had, you were bound to end up in this situation at least once or twice a day), and slide them back on, pressing feathery kisses against their inner thighs.
Slutty boys, who you end up fucking after every dress they try on, then end up buying every single one of them, because how could you resist.
Slutty boys, who smirk and wink at the staff near the cash counter, who undeniably have heard everything that went on in the dressing room, traumatised looks evident on their faces.
Which turns you on again. Who wouldnât be, when their gorgeous, slutty boyfriend flaunts their hickeys and cum stained stockings so shamelessly?
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- Shidou. I donât know how, when, where, but Shidou. Also Chigiri (duh), Reo, Hiori, Kaiser (these days, Iâm scared to mention this boy, honestly.), Mitsuya, Baji, Kazutora, Hanma (definitely), Ran, Kokonoi ( @raythebestboiever ), Sanzu, Hua Cheng, Mu Qing (*snorts in gay*), Aventurine, Boothill, Scar (I feel like this freaky dude would fit in any kind of fic) + your favs đ
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Kinktober đ day eleven! Pegging!
cw: dubcon? (not really), âIâm going to prove you wrong.â Simon who ends up failing, submissive Simon, anal fingering, pegging, Simon breaking, cumming on himself, use of âgood boyâ, somewhat dominant reader, use of âmummyâ, desperate Simon
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Simon Riley who just stared deep into your eyes, your soul, with a blank, bored expression when he finally lets you take control. Slipping one lubed finger up and into his tight ass and gaining nothing but a small eye twitch in return.
Simon Riley who tries his best to keep up with the plain expression when you slowly begin to add another finger and another finger as you begin to fuck his ass. Fingering him with such delicacy and care. Aside from his face getting hotter-darkening in colour and the occasional heavy breath he let slip, he seemed to not be caring.
Eyelids slowly shutting before looking back at you with a cocky smirk, as to say âI told you so.â before turning to look out the window. Watching the autumn leaves fall and fly in the October wind just to make a point of his boredom.
He was going to fucking prove you wrong. All the time youâd accused him of secretly being submissive was about to be slapped right back in your face.
He wasnât a bottom. He didnât want you to peg him and fuck his ass! The only reason he declined when you asked to fuck him, wasnât because he was a pussy- it was because he just wasnât into that kind of stuff.
The only reason he was stuck in it right now was because you wouldnât give it up- and stop pestering him about it. You just couldnât accept the fact that despite your attempts, you were going to get nothing out of him. You just couldnât accept that fact that he wasnât some kinky gruff military man with a hidden, deep, sexual desire to be controlled.
So fuck it- what did he have to hide? Let you have your playtime before you realise Simon was in the right all along. That heâd been open and honest to you all this time and that you just wouldnât listen.
He winced slightly as you withdrew your fingers, spreading more of the cold lube onto them and onto the strap on before lining up getting between his legs.
The hard tip of the fake cock hitting his soft, tight entrance and he couldnât help but bite the inside of his mouth. Breathing in heavy as you entered him trying to stifle the moan that slipped through his cold expression. Swallowing hard because holy fuck.
He wasnât enjoying it- he swears he wasnât enjoying it. It was just different and that was the reason he let out that little whine. It was just that it felt different; you had to believe him.
The more you pulled out and the more you fucked back in the louder he got. Moans almost spewing out of him before words took their place. Empty threats followed by furious groans of pleasure because he couldnât let you hear his whimpering, he had to prove you wrong. He had to.
âYou are so fucking dead after this..â As you slammed back inside of him, his body jolting up and back arching like a dirty slut. Eyes squeezing shut as he groaned, his knuckles growing white from the grip he had on the bed sheets.
âIâm going to fuck you so hard after this.â And all you could do was laugh down at the man. Watching in awe how his body trembled below you, to see someone so tall with mass of muscle and strength, so defiled and weak- so desperate and full of need.
His dick was twitching like crazy and it wasnât long before you had him cumming, over and over again. Milking him of his semen so hard and for so long- he was shooting blanks. Tears stinging at the sides of his eyes. He couldnât get enough, he didnât want you to stop but he needed to stop. Oh fuck.
Youâd slow down the speed at which you were fucking him, unsure from the lack of sound if he wanted or could continue. His mouth open and tongue partially stuck out but no sound came out.
None aside from a few broken sobs as he reached out and grabbed your arm. Throwing his head back and moaning the loudest youâd ever heart. A name falling from his lips between the cracks of his voice, a name youâd never heard as he whimpered completely fucked out and useless.
âOh fuck mummy- donât you dare stop- it feels so fucking good- you cant fucking stop now-â So you sped up for him again. Grin on your lips because you knew you were right- even if he didnât know you were right you just knew you could get him to break.
He was being such a good boy. Moaning and letting his guard down like that. You fucked him hard- so hard. His whole body wrecked with pleasure and youâd never seen Simon so fragile and fucked out. So overcome with pleasure that he was crying. You pulled out after a while watching as he took a few minutes to rest, his body still trembling and twitching with euphoria.
His brain too foggy and too overstimulated to think properly, letting you clean him up and tuck him into bed. Barely looking you in the eye as he limps his way past you the next morning, an irritated scowl on his face.
He was not submissive. Definitely not.
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minho is felix's bestfriend and also happens to be your sworn enemy. he comes over one evening.
whats the worst that could happen...
-contains mature themes
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frustration.
pure frustration was what you were feeling. was it really this difficult to operate a toy?!
a damn vibrator that too. a simple little vibrator. internally embarassed by your lack of 'skills' in using it.
maybe you were pressing down on the wrong setting. cause everytime it reached the highest vibrations, it would go back to the lowest setting, a few seconds after.
you didn't even feel like continuing because of how pissed of you were. what a bad way to ruin your fun.
it had been month since you last felt like you should treat yourself. get yourself off to be very specific.
and when you decide to finally try out your very first vibrator, the universe decides its not your day.
stepping out of the bathroom, still uncomfortable with the sensitivity between your legs. unintentionally edging yourself and eventually giving up entirely on trying to make yourself cum.
you blamed it on the vibrator. that darned cursed object.
flinging it on the bed in annoyance.
a small little sticky note is placed on the lamp on your bedside table. its from felix.
he had yelled goodbye while you were still showering (more like struggling). and you had yelled back, acknowledging him.
i'll be going out with chris for an hour or so. minho-hyung will be coming to our room in 20 minutes. im sowwy but he really needed a place to chill at...seungmin is studying and needs no disturbances....so i told minho he could stay in our room for a couple hours.
don't worry, bubssss i'll be back soon so things don't get awkward between yall!!!
MAYBE TRY AND GET ALONG?!
- lixie â
now this pisses you off even more. why the hell was everything going exactly the opposite of what you wanted.
lee minho was the last person you'd want in your shared dorm room. minho was literally gonna be coming here.
it had been almost 15 minutes since felix left. that means he'd be here anytime soon. before you even get the chance to hang your towel on the back of your chair, someone knocks on the door.
"fuckin minho of all people"
its real frustration at this point. nevertheless you open the door for him. taken aback by the attire he's in.
it was the very first time you'd ever seen him so...put together? dressed up?
what you meant was he was in semi formal attire ; a mixture of badboy or rather biker boy vibes.
"whats up with the outfit" you say, gesturing to him entirely. pointing out the leather jacket he had thrown on. it fitted him well. a bit too well.
the ripped jeans hugged his thighs. thick and muscular. a reminder that he works out and is a dancer.
"do i need a reason to wear what i feel like wearing?"
his cockiness has your fists itching to punch him straight in the nose. he huffs out a deep breath, walking right into the room. as if he owned the place. he had been here a number of times with felix. but it still pissed you off.
"fuck off" you mutter under your breath. closing the door and walking back to your bed.
that is until you see him plopping himself down on your bed. YOUR BED.
"what'd you say?" minho repeats. he has a few raspberries in his hand.
did he carry them all across campus..to eat them here ? you sometimes question his questionable habits and ways of thinking.
"don't feel like telling you" you cock back. placing your hands on your face and sighing.
were you that needy that for some reason his cologne made your breath fasten-
"what's gotten you so..." his voice trails off, beginning to question why you were so irritable. "...hot and bothered."
"i am not hot and bothered so kindly shut up"
you blurt out, blinking at him and thats when you realise.
where had you thrown the vibrator? did you put it back in your hiding spot or was it still in the bathroom...
"this says otherwise." and to your worst nightmare, minho is holding up the toy.
its like your blood runs cold. theres nothing you can say. or do. except go speechless and motionless.
"pretty cheap, don't you think?" observing it so casually. you feel yourself get wetter. his fingers catching it mindlessly.
"s-stop playing around with it" you stutter, suddenly feeling shyer than ever.
minho smirks and you unconciously press your thighs together.
"it doesn't work properly, does it."
switching it on. it buzzes loudly in the silence of the room. its vibrations are hardly anything.
you've had enough and you grab his wrist. pausing in shock when the buzzing becomes louder. you can feel it vibrating.
he presses down on it harder and it nearly vibrates out of his grip.
how had he managed to get it to its highest setting-
"did you cum? or are you just staining your panties right now as we speak." he snorts out, manspreading.
"cause this wasn't even switched on properly"
â
you find yourself laying on your back. his hand slithered past the waistband of your pants. pressing it right over your cunt. teasingly moving the rounded tip up and down.
"needy pussy"
he's on top of you. smirking and observing every single change in your expressions.
"min-hho-" squirming under him. your hands flying down to weakly tug on his wrist. eyes struggling to stay focused.
"i must admit. hearing you say my name like that makes me want to see how you'll be if I fuck you"
sadistically keeping his pressure firm. nudging it under your panties.
"you're so much better like this, baby"
minho smirks. chuckling at the way you push yourself deeper into the bed. hips bucking upwards to escape his teasing. its cold when it comes in contact with your clit. the tips of his fingers rubbing into your folds everytime he played around with the toy.
"lee.minho a-ah" you writhe out, voice turning whiny. the familiar sensation builds up. except its more intense than ever.
he purposely turns the setting lower and you whimper in disappointment.
"maybe if i rub this..." pushing the vibrator all over your folds. a breathy gasp escaping his lips at how slicked up your cunt was.
"...or maybe if i touch this soaked cunt" dropping the vibrator and slipping his index finger through your slippery swollen lips.
"shit baby, did i get you this wet." and you know he's going to tease you for days if not months.
"you hate me, d-don't you" you whisper,shooting him a glare when he traces a digit over your clit.
eyes widening and breath quickening with how he maintains eye contact with you. bringing his head down to grunt in your ear. his fingers slapping your pussy meanly.
you whine, gripping his biceps. the leather jacket thrown on the edge of your bed.
"i hate you alright." he whispers, rubbing into your wetness slowly. minho chuckles. "filthy girl. you're throbbing on my fingers"
"i hate you so much that i jerk off to your pictures or that tone you use when you're pissed at me...i hate you to the point I cum so hard just picturing you taking my dick"
you can't control the fluttering feeling. coating his fingers even more so.
"i h-hate you more"
theres no heat in your words. gasping and legs quivering against his thicker thighs. keeping you open, unable to close your legs around his hand.
"hm, you do? tell me how much you hate me, kitten"
"i d-do...f-fuck" eyes rolling back in pleasure. desperately trying to chase your orgasm but he doesn't let you.
"yeah? you hate me so much that you're letting me touch you." minho says, voice going deeper. his ears are a shade of red and his lips parted.
"you're wet and begging for more under me. is that cause you hate me, sweetheart. or is that just you being you"
he quickens his pace. circling hard over your swollen and aching clit.
till you're throwing your hands around his neck. pulling him onto you entirely while you cum. its the hardest you've ever orgasmed.
maybe it was cause it had been so long...or you were sure it was because of him.
"there we go, good kitty" riding your high.
taking you by surprise when he presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. so you push a few strands of hair out of his face. not letting go of him just yet.
"don't call me that" you whisper, struggling to hold in your smile. his lips curve upwards into a subtle smirk. kissing your neck slowly..
"but now that I know you're so pliant, i claim you as one of my cats"
your legs giving in when he gets up. wiping his coated fingers on his jeans. it leaves a wet stain.
"again as I said." you lift your head up, confused.
"this thing is useless!" grabbing the vibrator like he had personal beef with it. flinging it casually somewhere behind you.
"choose me. customize, personal talk, boyfriend material, protection...all in one package, baby"
pointing to himself.
he reaches over to the abandoned raspberries on the counter. walking back to stuff one small red berry in your mouth. smiling when you savour it.
"good kitty"
.
.
"is that minho hyung's jacket you're wearing?" felix' eyes widen. wondering why you were wearing the leather jacket.
"yeah and he told me i could wear it when i meet him for dinner tonight" you reply, lacing your boots up.
"YOU'RE HAVING DINNER WITH HIM?!"
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I wanna be his dinner- GOD HE'S SO ARGHSBSJAKJW HAHAHAHIWHEHSHS
#minho and you#not getting along#BUT HE'S PROUD TO#MAKE U FEEL GOOD#he loves the challenge#bestfriend's friend who is also your ememy#WAHHHH WTF I KINDA LIKE IT#mean dom minho#lives in my head rent free#subtle little praises though??#EVEN HOTTER!!!#who needs a vibe#when you got his hands on you-#minho and his veiny hands#I LOVE HIS ARMS#I LOVE HIM WHOLE#lee minho smut#lee know smut#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids imagines#skz imagines#skz drabbles#fluffylino works#stray kids hard thoughts#lee minho imagines#lee know imagines#minho smut#hard dom minho#dom!lee know
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InstaJock: Going Viral
**Hey! This is my entry for @occamstfs Viral Transformation Challenge. Congrats on getting 2,000 followers, and thank you for beta reading this and helping me edit it. I hope I can get to 2,000 followers myself one day! For those who are new to my stories, this does connect to the plot established in my blog, but the concept is simple enough you should be able to follow along even if you don't usually read my stuff! I hope you all enjoy!**
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When I talk about the InstaJock App Phenomenon â which I seem to do a lot. What is this, the 17th InstaJock related post? I need to diversify more â I usually talk about the transformation aspects and not the app itself. Thatâs partially because the transformation is the most interesting and hottest part, but itâs also because I havenât been able to take a good look at the app. Even with all the protective spells and equipment I have, I canât use a phone with InstaJock on it for very long without getting an urge to set up an account.Â
Until now.
With some help from the devilishly handsome (and literally devilish) Nick, Iâve been able to get my hands on some better equipment and better explore the app. I was able to spend a couple hours on it before I needed to quit, and actually got some very interesting information, mainly about how the app works post-transformation. I had always assumed that once a user got transformed into a jock, theyâd ignore the app from then on unless they wanted to change someone. I was very, very wrong, not just about that but about the purpose of the app itself. Itâs not just for making people into jocks: itâs for finding the best ones.
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The app generally works like any other social media app, with its members posting about their interests. Itâs set up is a lot like Instagram, where pictures and videos are the main format used for posting, but what really makes it different from other social media apps is the content. You can probably guess what an app full of buff cocky jocks looks like, but Iâll confirm it for you: the app is a thirst trap paradise.
The entire app is stuffed with half naked â and sometimes fully naked â photos of buff jocks, ones of all different kinds. If you can think up a jock related stereotype, they have a full hashtag dedicated to it. Just buff jocks playing sports, flexing and making out with other hot people, for as far. I know that doesnât sound too different from normal social media apps, as most have a healthy NSFW side, but the posts have more in common then just showing jocks. Each and every post, every one that I saw, mentioned a Master. Some were talking about how they were getting pumped up at the gym for Master, some were talking about how they loved being jocks and were so glad Master had found them, and some were literally begging for Master to notice them, often wantonly describing how theyâd debase themselves and be the sluttiest jock ever, all for him. Everyone on the app would post at least once a day about this mysterious Master. It doesnât seem to matter if the jock is a dom, a sub, a top, a bottom, in a relationship, single, gay or even straight, all of them wanted this mysterious unnamed master â so much so they seemed to completely change personalities whenever he is mentioned. It seems instaJock has an additional side effect I didnât know about till now: complete and utter devotion to their Master.
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It took me a while, and some covert interviewing of a number of jocks in their DMs, but I think I figured out what's happening. The Jocks arenât just posting for fun, theyâre competing with each other. InstaJock isnât really a social media app, itâs a sort of ranking app. Every day the jocks log on, post a picture of themselves with a caption somehow related to their Master, and leave likes on some of the other posts, usually the ones they find hot. If a jockâs post gets enough likes though, they get what every jock wants, what all of them are trying to get. They get to Go Viral.
Going Viral on IntsaJock isnât like going viral on a regular app. It essentially means youâve gotten enough likes, been reposted enough times, and have become popular enough on the site⊠that Master has noticed you. That's what the social media part of the app is really for. Itâs just a way for Masterâs jocks to organize themselves so only the hottest ones show up on his feed. If he really likes you, heâll do more than just look too. Soon that Jock will disappear from his regular life, never to be seen again, whisked away to become a part of Masterâs personal harem. This entire time the app has been about one thing: creating lovestruck sex slaves for the man who created InstaJock.
Like most actual social media apps, InstaJock jumps from one thing to another, and what's viral is always changing. But there are two tags that are always trending on InstaJock. The first, and most popular, is #JockMaster, which is only ever used by this mysterious Master when he makes a post. Iâve seen his account. He never shows his face on it, but from what little of his body that makes it into the photos, heâs⊠enchanting. As much as I hate to admit it, seeing just a bit of that creep almost made me drool. He usually only posts a couple times a week, as opposed to the jock who posts daily, but everything he posts goes viral on the app in moments. Iâll admit, there's something about his posts that is just⊠hypnotic. I almost set up an account after seeing one myself, and probably would have if Nick wasnât there to stop me.
The other tag that's always trending is⊠more interesting, at least to me. Itâs #MastersBoyfriend. Itâs another tag used only by Master, and one he uses whenever he posts a picture of one particular member of his harem.Â
Whenever he posts pictures⊠of my Uncle John.
I finally know who took my Uncle. I know who this Master is. I suspected it was him for a while, but now Iâm sure. The man who made InstaJock and the man who turned my Uncle into a slutty buff himbo are one in the same. I finally have proof.
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So now what?
**The identity of the person behind InstaJock AND the person behind my Uncle's transformation and kidnapping has finally been revealed! Been working up to this for a long time, and I'm glad to keep this story moving forward! Hope you liked it as much as I do! Thank you to @occamstfs once again for being absolutely awesome and inspiring!**
#muscle growth tf#muscle tf#jock tf#jock transformation#jockification#nerd to jock#instajock tf#occam2000#The Master TF
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mango flavored.
yeonjun x fem!reader
synopsis:Â yeonjun and you work at rival companies and heâs always looking for a way to prove you wrong.
warnings: đ!!! yeonjun and reader pick on each other, rivals to lovers, mentions of fingering, unprotected sex, pull out method used, choking (f!rec), handjob, mirror sex, prob forgot some sorry
wc: 3.1k
an: posting early because I can't keep anything in my drafts thats done and if I look at it too much I wont like it. also this one kinda got away from me it was supposed to be hate sex but I don't think it really turned out like that lol so sorry about that and also more rivals to lover and not enemies to lovers ;-; forgive me pls feedback is appreciated :)) [m.list]
this is apart of my mini kinktober event check out the other fics here! [dumdum m.list]
It had only been a summer since you had last seen yeonjun and you would have been better if it had been longer. Even just thinking of the last event the two of you had attended together made your blood boil. both of you sneering at each other waiting for your cars, âI mean the numbers aren't looking too hot for you, down two percent in just the last quarter,âÂ
you had rolled your eyes arms crossed as you cursed the valet for being so slow, âwell some of us donât fudge the numbers to make our company look good,âÂ
his scoff was stone cold, âIf you think- no I'm not even going to tolerate that accusation,â his hands shoved deep into his pockets, jaw tight.Â
âThen donât start with me,â you had fallen into silence, both of you having fought all night. Every time you tried to rub elbows with another firm, Yeonjun was right at your side trying to wedge himself into the conversation, to steal anyone away who was willing to talk to you.Â
This late after the event you couldnât think of anything better than going home as soon as possible and yet your car still wasnât here; Neither was his.Â
âI'm so sorry for the inconvenience but it seems there is a problem with one of our cars,â the valet states, their hands folded apologetically in front of them, âwe only have the one left unless youâre willing to wait forty minutes. We did check the routes and both of you seem to live on the same street and if youâre willing-âÂ
âno,â you start at the same time yeonjun says, âThatâs fine,âÂ
âI donât think Iâd be able to survive a car ride with you, youâd take up all the air,â the valet looked mildly uncomfortable as yeonjun and you stared each other down.Â
âwell if youâre willing to wait then by all means donât let me stop you,âÂ
"I am not waiting,â you would call someone before you let yeonjun watch you stand here in his rearview mirror feeling like he won the night.Â
âWell Iâm not waiting so suck it up,â you huff a humorless laugh at the way he waves you away. âwe will take the car it's fine,âÂ
âWe will compensate you both for the inconvenience we are so so sorry,â the valet apologizes wanting to be done with the situation.
âitâs okay weâre friends,â his cocky grin adds to your annoyance.Â
âthe day iâm friends with you is the day youâre sucking up to me after my company absorbs yours,âÂ
âPlease we both know it will be the other way around,âÂ
you donât even try to fight back, you're too tired from the day ready to get the ride over with so that you can cozy up in your apartment and think about anything else besides yeonjun. For the short car ride you could play nice. You didnât even say anything when he was quick to get Into the car first. Both of your companies always rented out the same car place after events that had drinking involved. The sleek blacked-out suvs provided layers of privacy from the outside in. The divider separating the front and back seat when closed made the back seat seem like you were truly secluded, important calls could be made without the driver hearing so long as you made sure the window was closed. The driver wasnât able to see into the back unless it was open. It wasnât an ideal place to be seated next to someone you didnât like.Â
âThe pavilion is first for drop off. Does that work for you two?â the driver asks both of you nodding as he closes the divider leaving the two of you in complete silence.Â
âWhen did you move into the pavilion? If I had known we were neighbors I would have sent a basket of something,"Yeonjun asks, sitting back and getting comfortable for the drive, his legs spread knee knocking yours.Â
âOnly a month ago so if youâre still handing out gifts iâd like you to keep it so Iâm not indebted to you in any way,âÂ
âIâve seen the penthouse layout the place is huge you couldnât possibly be sharing that whole space alone,âÂ
âif that is some way of asking me if I have a partner-â Â
he cuts you off. âI was asking if you were going home to anyone or your vibrator because someone or something needs to work out the tension the stick up your ass gave you,âÂ
âyouâre a fucking dick,â you roll your eyesÂ
âIâm just saying only uptight people donât get laid maybe thatâs your problem, you havenât gotten off,â
âIf youâre suggesting it be you to do it Iâd rather go with the vibrator. iâm sure all the girls who find themselves in your bed fake it only because they donât want to bruise your ego,âÂ
he laughs, âIf you think I canât get a girl off-â
âI would bet money, pretty boys like you donât work too hard in the bedroom besides maybe a little nipple play but thatâs only if youâre a boob guy,âÂ
âIâll prove it,âÂ
Now youâre laughing, hand over your mouth to try and catch the sound but it keeps bubbling up, âWhat?âÂ
âIâll prove it,â he repeats, shrugging like itâs nothing at all.
âOkay prove it then,â and he was digging in his pocket and pulling out his wallet. He pushed open the divider and told the driver to do a couple laps around the street leaving him a few bills before shutting the two of you back into your bubble.Â
Youâve never confessed to anyone what happened in the back of that car. Not even when you were a few drinks in with your friends and they giggled about their best orgasms. You kept your mouth shut and prayed you would never stumble across yeonjun again.Â
It was hard to admit he was right. Even just thinking about the way he looked as you got out of the backseat, that grin so devilish before he licked your wetness clean from his fingers. You had egged him on and now you found it impossible to cum without thinking about the way he completely shattered your world. His breathy voice pressed right to your ear, âI want to hear you, I want to know just how good Iâm making you feel,â how when you moaned he praised you, every âgood girl,â adding to the build-up to your climax. Only now can you look back and hate on the moment because that was exactly what it was; a moment you desperately wanted to forget. No man, not even yeonjun deserved to have that moment hanging over your head.Â
It was only the next day when someone in your company brought up his name and you hated how you felt yourself ache in remembrance. How even a week later you tried to sleep with someone else and they failed miserably to get you anywhere close to what yeonjun made you feel. At least not until you started to imagine it was him on top of you. Just that confession itself was enough to make you believe he ruined your life. It was always a good day when you could successfully push away that night from your memory. Then it was nighttime and flickers of that car ride flashed in your mind. Even your own hand down the front of your shorts couldnât satisfy the craving.Â
Anyone else and it would have been fine even if they were all you could think about but with yeonjun, he was the only competition you had at any other company in your field or at least a competitor that actually made your job worth the effort. If he wasn't there to beat there wasn't much to the day-to-day monotony. If anything it was annoying that he one upped you in something where the playing field was so uneven, if you wanted to match the score you would have to return the orgasm and speak about the fact that he had won in the first place. But you wouldn't be the one to bring it up even if the thought of sucking him off made your mouth water.Â
For the past few events your companies have participated in you've missed meeting each other at least face on. Any across the room glances were quickly avoided; neither of you looking out for the other. Even this late into the night with so many people already leaving you've yet to stumble across yeonjun. The event hall was loosely filled with people waiting for cars instead of making their way outside to wait, the early fall breeze already setting in. Everyone you've needed to impress tonight is gone giving you the excuse to sit at the bar without worrying people hovering.Â
Stirring your drink you watch the way the ice clinks against the glass, the faint music covering up the sound of yeonjun sitting down on the leather stool next to yours.
âAre you avoiding me?â the question just on the edge of teasing. You donât even have to look up to know heâs smirking.
âno,â but even if the one word comes out confident, your pulse is hammering.Â
âhum, you know for a second my feelings were a little hurt but then I thought about how embarrassed you must feel,âÂ
you finally turn to look at him, his suit tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck, hair uncut since the last time you saw him this close. âEmbarrassed? In all the updated stats I've widened the margins between us. you should be embarrassed,âÂ
âmy mind has just been so preoccupied thinking about how embarrassing it would be to cum in under three minutes,âÂ
all the blood rushes to your face, not because itâs anything to be embarrassed about but because itâs brought the image right back to you. Your nails digging into his forearm, knees trying to press together as you came. His lips right against your ear, that breathy, âlook at that,â still haunts your dreams. and it wasn't only once, he kept going, the heel of his palm pressed right against your clit, âtoo easy I'm sure I could get two more out of you,âÂ
itâs like he can see right into your mind, follow the scene like a script he had memorized. âJust like I said that night, I hate you,â you toss your drink back, not even bothering to push in your seat when you stand.Â
âNooo, don't go now,â he chuckles and you roll your eyes. Heâs matching you step for step making sure not to leave you alone.Â
âmy cars out front,â you lie not caring that you can see the exit and clearly empty parking lot.Â
âPerfect I needed a ride and you look like the perfect one to do it,âÂ
you canât help but laugh, stopping in your tracks making him bump into you, âas if I would put in that much effort to please you,âÂ
âI'd just let you use me,â he shoves his hands into his pockets, âI'm sure you would get a kick out of that,âÂ
âif you want to sleep with me you'd have to do all the work but if you thought I came âembarrassinglyâ quick,â you roll your eyes âI'd hate to think about how long you would last,âÂ
âIf I want to sleep with you? So itâs my choice?â his brows raised lips teasing a small grin.Â
âI donât think it would go well,â youâre stalling trying to think of every reason why it was a bad idea to sleep with him. If he had already ruined sex for you without trying if he did put in the effort youâre sure you would never be able to look back. You wanted him, needed him, and yet he was the worst possible option in terms of survival. You would never get over him.Â
âI can last, I can even prove it,â your eyes go to his lips, watching the way his tongue peeks out to wet them.Â
âWe shouldnât,âÂ
âI didnât ask if we should I offered to prove you wrong or if youâre lucky prove you right then you could hold it over me,âÂ
he wanted you desperately to say yes, knew he shouldnât, and still couldnât help himself. His memories of that night did little to satisfy him anymore, he needed the real thing. Every night since he could hear the way you whimpered, craved to feel you clenching his fingers again.Â
âFine, prove it,â and you donât think he actually will, not here at least but heâs grabbing your hand leading you to the furthest bathroom in the building.Â
You hardly have time to process what's happening between the twist of the lock and his mouth on yours. "We shouldn't be doing this," you mutter breathlessly between kisses.
âthen tell me to stop, tell me to leave you alone," but his words meant nothing to you as your hands worked on his belt. His lips trailing down your jaw, teeth scratching down your neck.Â
The restroom is a single stall with little space for two to move around much, and the mirror and sink are right in front of the door. You can see yourself in the reflection pressed against the door, yeonjun sloppily kissing over your pulse. When you slip your hand into his pants, fisting his hardening cock. His moan is pressed right against your collarbone, his hand pressed right next to your head using the door to steady himself. You can feel precum starting to bead up and you swipe it up with your thumb. You give a few loose tugs watching the way he reacts, his lashes fluttering as you circle your fingers over his tip.Â
âNow look at that, you really do know how to be quiet. Who knew this was all it took,â you tease free hand reaching up to pull on his tie. His head dips until his nose is brushing yours, mouth open in a silent gasp.Â
His free hand slips right past your waistband, slim fingers finding your clit with ease. Your hand tightens on his tie and he gives a throaty chuckle at your gasp, your brows coming together as you try not to make any more sounds.Â
âno, I told you last time I wanted to hear you, I need to hear you,â his precise circles on your clit give him exactly what he wants, and youâre unable to keep your whimpers to yourself. He is no better off with his hips bucking forward into your hand, every little noise of his caught on your lips. If you kept up the pace you were at he definitely wouldn't last long, every brush over his sensitive tip was making his knees want to fold.Â
yeonjun had dreamed about his fingers slipping through your slick again, tasting you, even watching you slam the door as you left; his laugh mixing in with your flustered i hate you. he went through every event fighting the images of that night. But tonight was enough to break him with you dressed in the same skirt you wore then, the fabric smoothed down right over your ass. He wasnât strong enough to turn away.Â
Pulling his hand away from the door he reached down to stop your movements needing a fighting chance to last.Â
âI wanna feel you cum on my cock, do you think you can take it?â and youâre nodding following him to the sink.Â
The two of you in the mirror look disheveled, lips slightly swollen from the kissing. âIâm kinda glad we donât work together because I donât know how I would get work done sitting across from someone this distracting,â his hand slides down the back of your thigh before he lifts your leg. with one hand bracing yourself on the countertop your other goes to the back of your knee to keep it in place while he pushes your panties to the side.Â
yeonjun wastes no time in running the head of his cock through your folds, taking the time to slap his tip on your clit making you jerk back against him. âif you donât-â but youâre cut off by the stretch of taking him in even an inch, your words caught in your throat as he watches your reaction in the mirror.Â
âhum? What was that?â he asks with a cocky grin looking right back at you, his hands wrapping around your waist, as he pushes all the way in.Â
The angle has him pressed deep inside you, far enough to make your thighs shake. your head falls forward as he starts to thrust, hips knocking against yours pushing you further to the countertop. âfuck- you feel so good,âÂ
The praise makes you clench around him, his moan echoing in the small space. He pulls out almost all the way before snapping his hips back against you the force sends you down to your elbow.Â
yeonjun wants to see your face, needs to see the way you come undone for him again. Taking one of his hands he loosely wraps it around your throat guiding you back up to lean against his chest. âLook at us, look at the way youâre taking my cock, donât we look good together?â his mouth is right next to your ear as he asks, his fingers tightening enough to feel every vibration from your moans.Â
âAre you going to cum for me? I wanna feel it,â the hand on your hip goes to your clit helping the build up of your climax. You canât even form words to reply before youâre falling over the edge.Â
yeonjun has to slow his pace as you cum, your gummy walls sucking him in as he helps you ride out your high. He has to drop his hand from around your throat when he pulls out giving the last few tugs on his cock before he spills hot streams of cum on the back of your skirt.Â
âI think I won,â he smiles, watching you stand up straight catching each other's gaze in the mirror after youâve come down for your highs.Â
Although you know heâs right you roll your eyes turning your hip so that he can see the mess heâs made. âthis was one of my good skirts,âÂ
âWhatever,â he shrugs, hand coming back up to your neck and tugging your mouth to his kissing you sweetly like he hadnât just rearranged your organs. âjust bill me for the dry cleaning, and next time iâll just make sure I get you nice and full so you wonât complain,â
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