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beardedjoel · 2 days ago

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i cannot stress enough that prompt #15 on the first list is SOOOO smother coded, imagine on a hot summer night joel and blossom are up late and just yapping and looking up at the stars (blossom would def make a joke about how one of the constellations reminds her of joel) and then one thing after another he's fucking her raw and deep into the ground, when they're done blossom has grass stains on her dress or something (ALSO JULIE CONGRATS ON 5K YOU FUCKING DESERVE ILY)

thank you so much for sending this in and the kind words bby! beyond appreciate your patience from sending this in months ago 🤧 sorry for the delay! i had so so much fun writing this one though hehe because it really was very smother coded and it felt so natural for them. stargazing really does feel like something they'd do together often, especially after the way it goes for them here!

sea of stars — joel x f!reader

request: "stargazing that turns into sex". sent in as part of my 5k celebration! could be read as a standalone daddy joel if you really wanted to but it is rather smother-y and written with them in mind 😋

wc: 2.9k

warnings: dry (wet?) humping, piv, dirty talk, ddlg / daddy dom!joel + sub!reader

Sticky, thick air clings close to your skin, your hopes of beating the late night heat of summer by opening all the windows dashed as the house remains a stuffy, sweltering prison. You wished for air flow more than anything, a fan, and Joel promised he would do his best to find a working one for the two of you someday. You knew it was unlikely to ever materialize, but Joel would do his damndest to never give up on something that you’d so sweetly asked for.

“Can’t sleep, daddy,” you murmur, rubbing your burning, tired eyes and rolling over to face him. Despite the heat, your naked body gravitates towards him, your longing for him unable to be quelled by it and the layer of sweat that seems to permanently live on your skin. His arms find you, bringing you close, clammy limbs tangling together but neither of you caring, lethargic in your movements.

“I know, sweetheart. ‘M sorry,” he replies, stroking your hair soothingly. “It’s jus’ a heatwave, darlin’, these usually only last a few days. Should be out of it soon.”

You nod, still feeling pitiful, sighing and rolling onto your back as Joel’s arms retract, the both of you trying to cool off again. After a few silent beats, Joel sits up in bed, watching you blink listlessly at the ceiling.

“Alright, up. I’ve got an idea,” he says.

You clamber off the mattress half in a daze and he hands you a ball of thin fabric - your nightgown that had been discarded before you got in bed. Sheer and lovely and see through, you pull it over your head, the material thankfully feather light on your skin. Joel feels better knowing you’re covered up for what he has planned. It’s odd, how deep the possession runs, knowing that nobody else is within miles of this place, but still feeling that pull to keep you as only his to see. It didn’t hurt that you always looked almost too alluring in the clothing he picked out for you.

After tugging on a pair of briefs, Joel leads you outside, snatching a throw from the back of the couch as you pass. A sigh of relief leaves your lips as you step past the threshold, the cooler air sweeter than anything as it caresses your skin.

“Few degrees makes all the difference, don’t it?” Joel says, and you quickly agree with a happy little hum. His hand on the small of your back, he guides you away from the cabin, stopping where a clearing of trees reveals the night sky to you, the moon only a tiny sliver shimmering in the distance, hardly providing any light. You strain your eyes slightly, comforted by the warmth radiating off of Joel reminding you he’s right there.

“Lay down,” he tells you, and you pause, wondering if he can see your face scrunched up in confusion as both of your eyes still adjust to the darkness. “Jus’ trust me,” he adds on at your hesitation, kissing the side of your head.

You lay down on your back, the cool grass beneath you making you smile as goosebumps briefly prickle your skin. You’d started to lose hope that it was possible to find relief in heat like this. Folding your hands over your stomach, you see Joel kneeling down next to you, hear him groan quietly as his knees crack on the way.

“Now tell me what you see, honey,” Joel says, settling next to you.

The obvious answer is right above you, twinkling dots littering the black sky. Their serene beauty transfixes you as you simply mutter, “Stars.”

“Mhm,” Joel confirms, propped up on his elbow to face you. “Pretty, ain’t they?” His fingers tease along your scalp, brushing backwards in rhythmic, soothing strokes. Lulled by his touch, you simply nod, letting the sea of stars swim in front of your eyes.

“You know any constellations?” he asks, laying onto his back to gaze at the sky with you.

“Mm, not really. Can you teach me?”

“Don’t know very many myself.” He pauses, scanning the sky for a few quiet moments. “Well I know that one there. ‘S the big dipper, but everyone knows it. Y’see the handle? An’ the big spoon part too?”

Joel’s hand envelops yours, guiding it to point towards the constellation. You squint, focusing your eyes to try and see it, but shake your head, making a contemplative little noise. “Kind of,” you say, twisting your lips to the side. “Wait… yeah, I see it, daddy! Right there…” You move your hand with his in a line, showing that you see the handle.

“You got it, princess.”

Both of your hands fall to the side, staying interlinked as you quietly observe the beauty floating above you, suspended in the clear sky. You’ve completely forgotten about the heat, the restlessness that had plagued you these last few hours. The air stays cool enough to take the edge off, your skin finally free from that grimy layer of sweat it seemed to carry at all hours during this heat wave.

“What’s that one?” you ask, finger pointing high into the night sky.

“I- I don’t know if that is one, darlin’,” Joel replies amusedly, trying to follow your eyeline. “We’ll get you a book on it, maybe, you’ll be a pro in no time.”

You give a bright smile at his offer while trying to make out more shapes in the twinkling expanse above. “What about that one?” you ask impatiently, pointing again. “It kind of looks like a face, maybe. Maybe it’s you,” you turn your head, giving him a cheeky grin as you laugh.

“Silly girl,” Joel chides you with a chuckle, reaching over to pinch your cheek for the teasing. “You know that daddy doesn’t know everything, right? Despite what it may seem.”

You giggle quietly, shaking your head. “You do know everything, daddy. Isn’t that one of the rules?”

“Knowin’ best f’you and knowin’ everything are very different, blossom,” he says playfully. “An’ especially when it comes to this… constellation stuff, I ain’t ever thought to learn them before, really. Sometimes it’s nice to just… look at ‘em. Thas’ been my philosophy, at least.”

“It is nice…” you mutter dazedly, feeling lulled by the serenity of the sky, the quiet noises of the forest surrounding you, the rustle of a soft but gladly received breeze blowing by.

“Feelin’ better?” Joel asks, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

“Mhm. Much better,” you reply, sounding more subdued. The heat had made it harder to keep your composure throughout the last few days, leaving you on edge and worried you would inadvertently snap at Joel, resulting in a punishment. It had been a while since he’d had to dole one out, but the memories of them alone makes your body feel flush with need.

You did hate getting them, yet craved the heated attention from him that came with it. You curl a little closer to him at the thought, rubbing your thighs together.

“I can cuddle you again, daddy,” you tell him, making Joel’s chest vibrate with a tiny chuckle.

“You didn’t want to cuddle your old man before?” You can practically hear the daring raise of his brows in his voice.

“Too hot,” you insist innocently, tucking your face near Joel’s armpit and poking him in the side. He makes a noise of agreement as he playfully swats you away. You’d noticed the same from him during this heatwave - the way his body wanted to gravitate towards yours as usual, but even your insatiable Joel had found it too stiflingly hot to give you what you both desired as often as normal.

Now, however…

His energy shifts, hand slithering down your back, making goosebumps crop up as you shiver. Even less than a few days without his touch has your nerves frazzled the second his hands are on you again, greedily making their way down to your ass, squeezing hard at the plush skin there.

A needy growl pulls up from Joel’s throat, leaning forward to press his lips to your ear, wrapping them around your ear lobe and suckling. Another wave of goosebumps trails over your entire body, a helpless cry whimpered out.

“Ain’t had enough of you these last few days…” he murmurs into the shell of your ear, raspy and heated. Your breath catches and you clench between your legs, your core moving towards his without thought, throwing a leg over his. His hand tightens on your ass, yanking you closer until you can feel the hard shape of his cock press into you. The thin fabric of both of your clothing does little to hinder either of you, and you start rolling your hips against him, whining.

“Poor baby is needy without her daddy filling her up constantly, isn’t she?” Joel taunts, his other arm slipping underneath you to grab your other ass cheek, now starting a steady, faster rhythm against him.

“Daddy…” you manage to whine breathlessly, your mind only focused on the feeling between the two of you, brain going fuzzy with need. He seems to grow harder, his cock desperate to break the confines of his clothing, to wear down the fabric of your dress with the way he’s moving you in earnest now. You gush between your legs, built up tension from the last few days that hadn’t been sated well enough coming back in full force.

The fabric of your dress pressed further between your legs starts to grow damp, catching on your poor clit and sending little waves of pleasure buzzing through you. You moan quietly, only forlorn little breaths that Joel eats up, fueling him to keep forcing you to rut into him.

“I w-want -” you try to speak, but the bulge in Joel’s briefs reaches deeper between your thighs, your entire body twitching.

His lips find your earlobe again, biting gently before turning to your neck and nibbling there. “What does my blossom need, hm? Use your words…”

You whine in response, thrusting inward at the same time Joel urges your hips forward, moaning louder. You pant, angling yourself to get off even easier on him, feeling an obscene amount of moisture seeping onto your dress, soft squelches filling the air as it leaks onto Joel’s briefs, too.

“Christ, baby, my little girl is a needy fuckin’ thing isn’t she,” Joel punches out in disbelief, losing control, his hips twitching harder into yours, chasing his pleasure.

“I-Inside…” you manage to choke out.

Joel tsks. “Not ‘till you give me one,” he demands. You immediately double down on the rocking of your hips, letting yourself get lost in it until your body is burning, so close to reaching that bliss. His cock leaks for you, adding to the wetness sticking to the clothing between you, sweat forming on your brow and neck and everywhere else now, too.

The climax hits you in a hurried burst, leaving just as quickly, not the release you’d been hoping for. You groan in frustration as you come down, clinging to Joel’s sweaty chest.

“Pl-please, daddy. I’ll do anything…” You beg him, your skin prickling and hot with frustration, the heat slowly making you irritable again.

“Anythin’? Ain’t no different from any other day, princess.” He teases, mocking you with that drip of condescension he does so well. It only riles you up further, and you move to untangle yourself from him to move into the position you know will give you the relief you need from him. Before you can get on your hands and knees, Joel grabs you by the waist, pulling you into where he still lays, your body fumbling into his solid chest as it clunks back to the ground. His lips press to your ear, your body tight to his as one arm holds you by the torso, the other near your neck. “Nuh-uh. You know you don’t get to decide how I take you. That ain’t how this works,” he grits out, ruthless.

Whimpering, that odd mixture of excitement and fear coursing through your veins, you smirk, struggling slightly in his hold to egg him on, your ass wriggling into his crotch. Joel clocks it immediately, moving to reach between you and tug down his briefs and tear your dress off where it already barely covers your ass.

“Gonna make me crazy, bein’ a little brat like that, baby. We both know that ain’t you. She’s a good girl. Right?” He presses his cock between your thighs, forcing it through to your entrance, teasing you when you remain silent. “Right?! Say it, sweetheart. Tell daddy you aren’t a brat.”

“I-I’m not…” Just the tip of his cock presses inward and you grit your teeth, holding back the pathetic, desperate begging you really want to spit out. “I’m not a brat, daddy, I promise. I just -”

“You need daddy’s cock, I know.” He interrupts you with a press inward of his hips at his words, sinking the thick length of himself inside of you. You squeal, the noise turning to a moan of relief as he slides in easily, your slickness already coating everything, including the way it’s dripping down the inside of your thighs.

“What are you then, if you ain’t a brat?” Joel sits perfectly still, his well practiced restraint palpable between the two of you. You want him to move, you need him to move, to fill that void you’d been missing for the last few days.

“I’m a g-good girl. I am… I am… I-I’m good, see?” You keep perfectly still with Joel for a long beat, letting him make the final call on whether or not you’ve been good enough. One of your hands grasps tightly into the grass to pour out your pent up frustration, nails digging into the earth.

Joel cranes his neck to kiss the side of your head. “That’s right. Thank you, blossom. Good girls get a reward from their daddy, too.”

You nod eagerly, and in a flash Joel’s body is on top of yours, forcing his cock to plunge deeper inside of you as you lay belly down. He yanks on your hips, bringing them upwards and begins to thrust steadily and surely into you. Your g-spot immediately feels the change in angle as he starts to press on it, your pussy pulsing around him, still sensitive from the last climax.

“Y-yes, yes…” you groan out, the top half of your torso still pressed into the ground going deeper into the grass with each bounce of your body on Joel’s thrusts. He smacks your ass and you yelp happily, heat radiating from there into pleasure at your core when he does it again.

“S-shit… baby, come for me. Want to hear you, want to feel you. Daddy a-ain’t gonna last…”

Something about his desperation pulls your insides taut, makes you clench harder around him. His hand reaches to your clit, rubbing urgently as he pounds into you. “Come, f-fuck, come, blossom. Now.”

His command, always your bidding, follows that same pattern now, sending you toppling over the edge. You come hard, your legs trembling, sinking lower to the ground so that you’re almost flat, your knees unable to hold you up. The pure abyss of pleasure rocks through you for those few, perfect moments as Joel pants above you as he pistons his hips faster. He suddenly yanks himself out of you, leaving you empty and trembling. You hear the squelch of your slickness in his hand, pumping his cock a few times before the hot splattering of his cum hits your back, soaking through your dress.

Joel sighs, collapsing next to you on his back, tucking himself back inside his briefs. “S-sorry, baby. I needed that too, I guess,” he says, sounding more sheepish than usual.

“I liked it,” you tease him, genuine in your words. You roll to your side, sitting up slightly and glancing down at your dress with a frown. Through the dark, your eyes more well adjusted now, you can see the stain smeared across the front of it. It isn’t the first time that grass stains have invaded your wardrobe from a passionate moment like this, but you like your dresses pristine for Joel, always worried about him getting it out for you. “My dress…” you lament.

Joel’s lips pull up into a smirk. “Afraid the back ain’t any better.”

You giggle, flustered and still shy after all this time at the thought of what you and Joel do together after the moment passes. “You made a mess this time, daddy.”

His lips find yours, pressing a deep kiss to them. “Can’t help that it looks good on you. You want to go change?”

“Too tired now. Want to sleep.” You shake your head, blinking at the night sky again, studying the stars with heavier lids now. The cooler outside air, despite your recent activities making you sweat all over again, starts to dry it quickly, leaving you pleasantly comfortable and sated. Joel’s plan seemed to work wonders, this setup much better than it had been trying to fight for sleep inside the stuffy house. Your limbs feel lazy and heavy, body still humming from your climax, every part of you comforted when Joel moves to hold you.

He smiles softly, placated to see you so at ease now. Joel reaches for the throw blanket, unraveling it and setting it at the ready for when you inevitably start to get chilly in your sleep.

“You sleep then, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you.”

#julie's 5k celebration #julie's 5k celebration fic #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #x reader #fic: smother

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loverboysturn · 3 days ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ cinderella!reader has a spontaneous moment of bravery but it all comes crashing down quickly

angsty. i’m sorry in advance!!!! this lowkey made me so sad to write lol :(

find all writings for this au here. asks & requests always open :)

you could do this, you had to do this.

your heart was pounding as you stared over at chris across the campus parking lot, he was standing alone which was a rare sight for him to not have someone by his side. this was your moment and you had finally had enough of hiding from him, you had fallen in love with him and a spontaneous rush of confidence taking over you was telling you that you now needed to do something about it.

you had thought about it so many times, how you would eventually confess everything to him, what you would say and how he would react. the idea of confessing everything to him, finally revealing yourself, had consumed your thoughts for months. and now, somehow, you were here, you couldn’t believe you were going to do this and you knew if your best friend was here she would tell you to stop, but she wasn’t and you didn’t have time for second thoughts. you had to go now, before you stopped yourself.

you started walking towards him, your legs moving before your mind could catch up.

as you reached chris, he looked up catching eye contact with you instantly. his gaze softening as he notices you in front of him. he pulled his earphones out from his ears and a smile snuck onto his lips.

“hey,” he says, his voice casual, but kind. “you good?”

“i—i’m—“ your mouth had gone dry and you could feel your hands shaking by your side, but this is it. you were so close, you just had to say it, you had to tell him. “i just came over to sa—“

before you can spit the words out, there’s a new presence to the side of chris.

the head cheerleader, his ex girlfriend.

“well, well, well, if it isn’t diner girl,” she smirks, her hair blowing in the wind, perfect and untouched. she was wearing her cheer uniform, looking immaculately put together, as always.

your stomach drops, and the confidence that had spontaneously rushed over you moments ago had completely disappeared in an instant.

“i didn’t know you two were friends,” she says with a slight tone of subtle sarcasm in her voice, “cute.”

you tried to find your voice to speak up, but your words were completely stuck in your throat, and all you could do was stand there, feeling so small and invisible.

before you could say anything, she spoke up again but this time it was directed to him as she brushed her arm against his, leaning against him. “some of the guys and cheer team are coming over to my place tonight, you’re coming. right?” she tilted her head and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “the guys told me that you wouldn’t miss it.”

“yeah, nate already told me about it. i’ll be there.” he responded to her, the words hitting you like a punch to the gut. he didn’t even hesitate, no second thought to her question.

her eyes flickered over to you, looking you up and down before she turned her attention back to him, “yay, see you tonight, babe.” she says, before strutting away, leaving you two alone again.

chris stands still for a moment, before looking over to you, “sorry about that, are you okay?” he smiles, “what was it you needed?”

you wanted to cry, your chest felt tight and you wanted to run from him… again. the moment you had felt before had gone now.

“actually, it isn’t important, just about the test we have next week.” you lied to him so easily, making your heart ache. “s—sorry that i came and bothered you.”

without waiting for his reply, you turned on your heel and walked away, the feeling of rejection weighing down heavy on your shoulders.

behind you, you could hear chris calling after you, but you didn’t bother to turn back.

what were you thinking?

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mssorceressupreme · 2 days ago

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Take Care of You | F.W

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Pairing: Fred Weasley x reader

Summary: you wake up realising you’ve stained your boyfriend’s bed with period blood, and you feel terrible. later, while playing a friendly quidditch game, you get deadly cramps again and fred takes care of you for the rest of the day.

Warnings/content: reader gets her period, mentions of blood, pimples (lmao), insecure!reader, period cramps, fluff, fred weasley is THE standard :,), molly and arthur being the sweetest gems

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The Burrow was quiet in the early morning, the golden glow of the sun barely peeking through the curtains of Fred's bedroom. The soft rise and fall of his breathing filled the room, his arms wrapped securely around you as you lay nestled against him. His warmth, his scent—fresh, like cinnamon and a hint of something mischievously sweet—made you want to stay here forever.

However, during this particular morning, something felt...off.

You shifted slightly, your brows knitting as you became aware of a slight discomfort in your lower abdomen. Your face scrunched up in confusion, and as you moved your hand to touch your face, you felt a few bumps along your skin—pimples, no doubt. Great. Just what you needed.

Then, you felt it. The damp warmth between your legs. A sinking feeling settled in your stomach. Panic shot through you as you carefully lifted the covers, heart pounding as you caught sight of the undeniable red stain on Fred’s bedsheets.

Oh no.

Your breath hitched, eyes widening in sheer mortification. Not only had you woken up to pimples, but you had gotten your period in your boyfriend’s bed.

Your boyfriend’s bed. Sure, if it was your own bed, you didn't mind, as it would be your problem to deal with. This, however, was an entirely different case. Godric, you wanted to hide, to run away, to retreat into your shell.

The urge to disappear entirely took over as your face burned with embarrassment. What were you supposed to do? Wake him up and tell him you’d basically bled all over his sheets? You felt a lump in your throat and your vision became teary. Especially with pimples all over your face now, what would Fred think? Would he get grossed out, horrified, disgusted?

Maybe if you were really quiet, you could sneak out and fix it before he even noticed—

Time seemed to slip from your hands when all the shifting you did stirred Fred from his sleep. Shit, it was too late to move.

He groaned softly before his arms instinctively tightened around your waist, pulling you back against him with a lazy smile.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep. He pressed a sleepy kiss to your cheek before pausing, sensing the tension in your body. His brows furrowed, and he blinked, still groggy. “You alright, darling? You seem a little tense.”

You buried your face in your hands, groaning. “Fred, I—” Your voice was small, laced with hesitation. You inhaled deeply before revealing your dilemma, “I got my period.”

Fred blinked, confused for a second, before his lips curled into a small, lopsided smile. “Alright, love, no need to sound so distressed about it.”

You groaned again, this time with frustration. “No, you don’t understand,” you mumbled. “I stained your bed.”

With a deep breath, you lifted up the duvet and hesitantly pointed at the small red patch on the sheets. You felt your heart hammering in your chest as you dared to glance at his face, bracing yourself for—well, you didn’t know what exactly. Disgust? Annoyance? Irritation? But instead, all you found was Fred sitting up, stretching before looking at the stain with mild curiosity, then back at you with a soft chuckle.

“Is that all?” he said, completely unfazed. “Thought you were gonna tell me you’d hexed my eyebrows off in my sleep or something.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded. “Fred, I just bled on your bed,” you repeated, incredulous. “How are you this calm?”

"I just got my period...and I'm breaking out all over my face, I feel like a mess right now, I—" You continued rambling, all your worries spilling out at once.

He rolled his eyes fondly and pulled you into a warm hug, his chin resting on the top of your head. “Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, love,” he murmured, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “It’s normal, yeah? Not like you did it on purpose.” He pulled back slightly, his hands gently cupping your face. “My poor baby, let me take care of you.”

Your heart melted at his words, but you still couldn’t shake off the embarrassment. “But your sheets—”

“Easily cleaned,” he interrupted, waving a hand like it was nothing. “Mum’s got stain removers, no big deal. What is a big deal, though, is that you’re clearly not feeling great.” His hands dropped to your waist, tugging you close again. “And my girl needs to be taken care of.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could, Fred was already hopping out of bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, tossing on a shirt. “You go to the bathroom, get cleaned up. I’ll sort everything else out.”

Still in a daze from his reaction, you hesitated before nodding. You slipped into the bathroom, heart still pounding as you peeled off your clothes, carefully cleaning yourself up. A few moments later, there was a soft knock at the door.

“Here, I’ve got some pads for you,” Fred called from the other side.

You cracked open the door, peeking out to see him holding a small stack of pads in his hands, a sheepish yet triumphant grin on his face.

“Ginny might have thrown something at me when I woke her up to ask, but worth it,” he teased, handing them to you.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Thank you, handsome.”

“For a pretty girl like you, anytime.” He kissed your forehead gently before stepping back. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Once you were done, you returned to Fred’s room to find the bed already spotless, the stain completely gone. He grinned when he saw you. “Told you I’d sort it.”

You launched yourself at him, hugging him tightly. “Ugh Fred, you’re too good at this.”

“I know,” he said smugly, earning a light smack on the arm. He chuckled before pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. “Now, let’s get some breakfast in you, yeah?” There was something comforting about his kisses, every time he planted one on you, it felt as though everything was going to be alright.

Downstairs, the Burrow was already lively with chatter. Molly beamed as she hugged you good morning before returning to cooking, and Arthur greeted you warmly.

"Ah come join us, you lovebirds." Arthur teased, Fred's ears turning a light shade of red in response.

"What took you guys so long today? Busy eh?" Ron teased, wiggling his brows before taking a bite of his toast.

"Shove off, what's the point in rushing downstairs? Not like we've got somewhere to be." Fred retorted, a bit more harshly than he had intended.

Ginny shot you two a knowing look, giving you a sympathetic smile, "You won't understand the pressures of being a woman Ron, takes a lot to look this good every day." She joked, though laced with a comforting undertone, indirectly defending you. You tilted your head and smiled warmly at her, a way of showing gratitude.

"Come Y/N dear, you must be starving." Molly placed two eggs on your plate next to your toast, "Percy, pass her the butter will you."

"This looks delicious, thank you Molly!" You beamed, her food was always made with love; a mother's love, and that's what made it extra tasty.

Though you smiled, and occasionally shared quips with the others, only Fred was able to see right through you. He kept sneaking glances, his hand resting on your thigh under the table, stroking it gently.

You turned to give him a reassuring smile, but he still worried for you, wanting to ensure you felt better.

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Later that afternoon, you and the Weasleys were playing a toned-down version of Quidditch outside the Burrow.

The sky was clear as day, the air crisp with a cool breeze occasionally blowing your hair, and laughter filled the open field as Ron, Fred, and Ginny zoomed around on their brooms, chucking the Quaffle back and forth.

Meanwhile, you, Percy, and George remained on the ground, running, dodging, and attempting to intercept the ball whenever it came your way.

At first, you kept up, laughing as George nudged you playfully and you pretended to dramatically fall or trip, making him burst into laughter.

"Woah, when did you get so strong?" Sarcasm lingered in your tone.

"Puh-lease, this is like twenty-percent of my strength. You're lucky I'm going on easy on ya." George ruffled your hair messily, it was safe to say the two of you definitely had a sibling-like relationship.

Though as the game went on, you started to slow down. The cramps you’d been trying to ignore all day crept in with full force, sharp and unbearable.

It felt like your insides were twisting, a deep ache radiating through your stomach and back, growing stronger by the minute. You bit your lip, pressing a hand to your abdomen, willing the pain away. But it was no use.

After a few more steps, you stopped completely, crouching down with a sharp inhale.

Fred, who had been mid-air, immediately noticed. He veered off from the game and swooped down toward you, concern flickering across his face. "Love? What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softer now as he handed his broom off to George, who had also stopped running and looked at you with concern.

“You alright, Y/N?” George asked, his usual teasing tone replaced with genuine worry.

You tried to wave them off, not wanting to make a fuss, but Fred wasn’t having it. He crouched beside you, his large hands gently resting on your arms as he searched your face.

"Cramps," you admitted in a whisper, wincing slightly.

Fred was up in an instant. "Alright, that’s it. You're going inside." He stood, helping you up carefully, his arm wrapping around your waist protectively. George gave you an encouraging nod before returning to the game, and as you and Fred walked toward the Burrow, you leaned into him, grateful for his warmth and steady presence.

As soon as you stepped inside, Molly turned from the stove, immediately noticing your pale face and Fred’s worried expression. "What’s wrong, dear?" she asked, wiping her hands on her apron as she approached.

“Cramps,” Fred answered before you could, his voice carrying that soft, caring edge that made your heart ache in the best way.

“Oh, sweetheart," Molly cooed. "You sit down and rest. I’ll whip up some soup and a cramp relief potion right away.”

"Thank you, Molly," you said softly, feeling a rush of gratitude for the warmth and kindness of the Weasley family.

You always secretly hoped you'd marry into the family one day, but you didn't want to admit that aloud, or pressure Fred into such things yet.

Fred led you upstairs to his room, insisting you lay down. "Rest up, yeah? I’ll be back in a bit," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of the room.

A little while later, the door creaked open again, and Fred returned, carrying a small basket filled with chocolates, a heating pad, some of your favourite snacks, and—to your surprise—a teddy bear.

You blinked at it, smiling despite your discomfort. “A teddy?”

Fred set the basket down, and held the bear up, making its little arm wave at you. "To cuddle with."

You giggled, looking at him with awe. “Come here. I’d rather cuddle with you, baby."

He grinned before climbing into bed next to you, immediately wrapping you in his buff arms. His embrace, his scent—everything about him was comforting, you could only melt right into him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling back slightly to face you. But after a moment, you grew shy, burying your face in his chest.

“Don’t look at me,” you mumbled, insecurity creeping in. “I don’t feel pretty right now.”

Fred’s brows furrowed, and he cupped your cheek, tilting your face back up to him. "Don’t you ever say that," he murmured, his gaze filled with so much love it made your heartache.

"You’re perfect. You’re gorgeous. These little things, flaws you might call them—they don’t matter. If anything, they make you even more beautiful. To me, you always look good, angel."

Tears welled in your eyes at his words, and you let out a shaky breath. “I love you, Freddie.”

His expression softened even more, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “I love you too.”

With that, he pulled you closer, your eyelids feeling heavier by the second, drifting off into a peaceful nap in his arms.

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An hour later, Molly walked in, a tray in her hands carrying a bowl of warm soup and a small vial of cramp relief potion. But as soon as she saw the two of you curled up together, fast asleep, a tender smile spread across her face. She stood there for a moment, simply watching, before turning to call Arthur over.

Arthur peeked inside, his eyes crinkling with affection as he took in the sight. “Reminds me of us back in the day,” he murmured with a fond chuckle.

Molly playfully swatted his arm before she placed the tray on the bedside table, snapping a quick photo of you and Fred with a knowing grin. Then, hand in hand, she and Arthur quietly slipped out of the room, leaving you both to your peaceful afternoon nap.

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A/N: currently on my period and thought a fluffy fic would be healing rn <3 lowkey feeling a smut one soon? not sure though hehehe (help I'm so indecisive 😭😩)

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damnfeelings09 · 2 days ago

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Animals AU - Shadow's version

A.N: I like Shadow's soft side, I guess this AU is not as dark romance as I imagined it but can you blame me? He's just sooooo cute. RED for stalker, GREEN for you. Careful who you talk to, they might not be exactly who you think they are.

White fluffy fur and red eyes flooded your dreams, running away from someone you couldn't recognize. The heaviness in your legs did not allow you to run, your steps slower and slower, and that hand coming from the sun my salvation moving farther and farther away while you were consumed by darkness. You awoke with a start looking everywhere for Shadow but you were alone in your cold, dark room. Fear creeping down your back as the door opened to reveal a figure, tall, broad, dark, slowly aprooching you, as the night lamp started to outline Shadow's figure, you relaxed and let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding.

“What you doing awake?” He asked caressing your face

“I... nightmares.” his expression softened. “Don't wanna be alone, I'm scared”

“Told you there's no need to be afraid of the dark if you're with me,” he said laughing lightly. settling in to sleep holding you tight as if his life depended on it and it did.

“Want me to tell you a bedtime story?” You nod, caressing his chest once more. “'kay, this one's about a princess with big beautiful eyes and long silky hair and a... knight a dark one but not the kind you'll like. She danced to the music only she heard, as if no one else was there. Their paths crossed for a brief moment, a wrong turn caused her to end up in the knight's arms and he... well let's just say he got the drink he wanted but not in the form he needed. The princess looked at him with her eyes so big and those beautiful red cheeks as she ran her hands over his body trying to clean him up. So scared and embarrassed, like a little bunny at the mercy of a predator. She excused herself and ran to her carriage. It was a second, maybe less, but it was enough to capture the knight's raw, hard, black heart and took it with her.”

Shadow's story sounded awfully familiar, memories from years ago, hit you. You remembered it. It was in your freshman year? While jamming a song on your earphones, pretending the music was taking you somewhere else, as per usual, swaying your hips to the beat of Dance Macabre, and an unexpected turn that should have ended with you face down on the floor, instead you found yourself in someone's arms. What happened next was like a blur in your memory, you remembered the embarrassment and the thousand apologies you had given to the stranger, you remembered running to the subway and hiding inside trying not to look out the window. “It was you...” you muttered without being able to turn to look at him. “Is that why you call me that?”.

“I was screwed since the first time I layed my eyes on you bunny. I couldn't get that sweet scent out of my mind. I was yours from day one. You have no idea how long I've waited to do this.” He lowers his head, eyes locked on yours asking for permission, he kisses you. Slow, soft, as if he feared you could break at any second. He deepens the kiss, tastes your lower lip biting it hot, steady, a soft moan scapes from your lips but Shadow won't let it go any further, not in the state you're in. He's already waited so long that a few more days for you to regain your sanity is no problem, besides, he doesn't want you to regret it in the morning.

Shadow wants, wishes that when he fucks you it's conscious, because you want it and not just to erase a bad memory.

Morning came, sunlight sneaking through the curtain, fluffy hair tingling your face. You try to get up to close the window but a strong arm holds you around your waist pulling you back to the bed. Shadow lies beside you nuzzling into your hair, his legs locking yours so you wont run away. You take a moment to admire him, his nose shiny, his jet black fur soft white fur dots near he’s muzzle as if they were freckeles, tiny eyelashes adorn his eyes. You move your hand, stroking his face it's soft and the smell of fresh lavender envelops your senses. He looks so relaxed, peaceful, tender, as if he is another Shadow. Slowly you move closer and gently deposit a kiss on his lips. He opens his eyes, this time there is no fire behind them, just a mix of orange and reddish, like sunset you think. The shadow of a smile peeks out of his expression.

“Morning,” you say, still caressing his face. Shadow seeks the touch of your hand emitting a soft prrrrrrr, drawing you closer to him, the curves of your body fit perfectly with the hardness of his, the warmth between you is enough to make you tremble.

Who knew he would be the one to take care of you?

#shadow the hedgehog x reader #shadow x reader #shadow fanfic #shadow the hedeghog #shadow the hedgehog #sth au #mobian x human #sth #shadow #sonic fanfiction #AnimalsAUShadowversion

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itsnesss · 2 days ago

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𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 | jj maybank × fem!reader

summary | you receive an anonymous gift, and when you find jj on the dock, he reveals he’s the one behind it

warnings | fluff, romance, kissing, mild language

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

Valentine’s Day was a strange concept to you. Growing up, it was always just a day filled with cheesy card exchanges, over-the-top flowers, and chocolates—none of which ever seemed to be in your hands. You were the girl who, while happy for those who had their special someone, spent the day with her friends, watching rom-coms and making sarcastic comments about the holiday.

This year, you thought, would be no different. Until you stepped into your boat that morning.

There it was, resting on the seat: a small, heart-shaped box of chocolates with a red ribbon tied around it. At first, you thought it was a joke, something someone had left behind. But when you pulled the card from under the ribbon, your heart skipped a beat.

"To my secret Valentine. I bet you don’t know who I am."

Your brows furrowed. There was no name. No clue. Just a note that seemed too personal to be from anyone else but one person.

JJ Maybank.

But that was impossible, right? JJ wasn’t the type to send sweet chocolates or write sappy notes. He was the guy who did stupid things like steal beers from the store or make bets with John B. and Pope. He wasn’t the romantic type. Or at least, that’s what you thought.

Still, the thought lingered in your mind as you stared at the note, turning it over and over in your hands.

You stuffed it into your jacket pocket before anyone else could see it. JJ, you thought. But there was no way.

The day dragged on. It was business as usual—your friends laughing over lunch, the usual teasing from the guys, and then, as usual, you slipping away to spend some time alone, thinking.

But your mind kept drifting back to that damn note. That chocolate. The way the handwriting had looked strangely familiar. You shook the thought away, telling yourself you were being ridiculous. JJ Maybank, your friend, wasn’t the type to be thoughtful.

Or was he?

By the time the sun started to dip below the horizon, you found yourself on the way to The Wreck. Kiara needed some help fixing a few things, and you were happy to spend some time there, away from the confusion in your mind.

After you helped Kiara, you felt the need to clear your head. So, you decided to take a walk down to the dock. The ocean breeze felt refreshing against your face as you walked along the shore, letting your thoughts drift with the tide.

As you neared the dock, you saw him. JJ Maybank. Sitting on the edge, looking out over the water. His feet dangled, just above the surface, and in his hand was a can of beer—nothing unusual for him.

You paused for a moment, just watching him. He had that same careless, carefree attitude, his hair messy and tousled by the wind. You could see the light of the setting sun catching on his features, casting a soft glow that made him look... different. Vulnerable, even. Something about him wasn’t the usual carefree chaos.

You took a step forward, and the sound of your footstep caught his attention. He turned, eyes lighting up when he saw you.

“Well, well, look who finally decided to join the party,” he said, grinning that signature mischievous grin of his.

“Just wanted some air,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you walked toward him. You weren’t sure why, but the note and the chocolates were still running through your head.

JJ patted the spot next to him on the dock. “Well, sit down then. I could use some company.”

You hesitated, but only for a moment, before sitting beside him. The wind blew through your hair, and for a second, you didn’t say anything, both of you just watching the water.

But then you pulled the crumpled note from your pocket and held it up in front of him. His eyes locked onto it immediately.

“What’s this?” he asked, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips.

“You tell me,” you said, trying to sound unaffected, but your voice gave you away. You were nervous, unsure of what he’d say.

He unfolded the note slowly, reading it with exaggerated care. “Hmm. ‘To my secret Valentine...’ You sure you don’t know who this is from?”

“I don’t,” you shot back quickly, though you were starting to feel a small flutter in your chest. Was it possible? No, it couldn’t be.

JJ glanced at you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You know, this sounds like something someone would do if they had feelings for you. You know, chocolates, sweet notes, all that mushy stuff.”

You felt heat rising to your face, but you tried to brush it off. “That’s stupid. You’re right, it’s probably just some prank".

JJ leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky. “Yeah, maybe. Or maybe it’s me.”

You froze. Your heart skipped, and you glanced at him, unsure of whether you heard him right.

“What?” you whispered, not sure if you were ready to hear his answer.

JJ turned to face you, his grin softening into something a little more serious. “Maybe I’m the one who left that note. Maybe I’m the one who wants to be your Valentine.”

The words hung in the air for a long moment. You couldn’t process them right away. JJ Maybank, the guy who was always up for a laugh, who had the worst timing with girls, was actually saying these words to you. And he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t teasing.

“JJ, what are you—”

But before you could finish your sentence, JJ leaned in, cutting you off with a soft, but firm kiss. It wasn’t urgent or rushed. It was gentle, tentative, as if he was waiting for you to pull away. But you didn’t. You didn’t want to.

When you finally pulled away, your breath caught in your throat. His forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily in the quiet evening air.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, a smile playing on his lips.

Your heart was still racing, but you managed to find your voice. “Happy Valentine’s Day, JJ.”

You could hear the waves crashing against the dock below you, but in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. There was no need for big gestures or elaborate words. It was just the two of you, sharing a quiet moment, and in that moment, everything felt right.

JJ pulled back slightly, still smiling. “So… I guess this means you’re my Valentine now, huh?”

You smiled back, a warmth spreading through you that had nothing to do with the sun. “I guess it does.”

And as you sat there together, with the stars beginning to dot the sky above you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of Valentine’s Day that could change everything.

#jj maybank x fem!reader #jj maybank x you #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #outer banks x fem reader #outer banks x you #jj one shot #jj outer banks #jj obx fic

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voidangxls · 2 days ago

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ Pink and Red photoshoot ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- Theodore Nott x reader

Summary- You got a new lingerie set and wanted your boyfriend to take some pictures of you, though thats not the only thing that happens.

category- smut

warnings- swearing, google translated Italian, sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), missionary, cowgirl, choking, cum on body, hair pulling (theos hair), mentions of hickeys, not proofread

word count: 2926

masterlist; valentines special; marauders masterlist

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You had always been into photography but you were also into shopping and your boyfriend. A couple weeks ago from today you had been lying in your bed, scrolling through your laptop for things to buy.

While scrolling you had come across a two piece. It was a matching red bra and panty, they were decorated with red and pink hearts for a valentines theme and it came with a short silk robe with fur lining the bottom as well as lining the arm.

As soon as you saw the cute set you added it to your cart and clicked checkout. You couldn’t wait to see your boyfriends reaction.

Today was the day that your package arrived. You sit onto your bed and lay the box in front of you, when you open the package you are met with exactly what you ordered. The set was beautiful, you couldn’t wait to try it on.

It was now nighttime and it was your boyfriends turn to stay the night at yours. You had asked him beforehand if he could take some pictures of you, you knew that he thought it was something innocent but he would soon be shocked yet pleased at what he saw.

It was normal for you to lounge around your room in a robe so when he walks in it doesn’t raise any suspicion. Your boyfriend Theo walks into your bedroom, a smile on his face. You rise up from your bed and run over to him, your arms wrapping around his neck and squeezing him into a hug while his arms close around your waist and squeeze your body into his. “I missed you Tesoro” he murmurs into your neck, squeezing you tighter

“I missed you too baby” you reply, your response muffled by his chest.

Theo leans back so he could see your face. One of his hands come up from our waist and stops at the side of your face, he brings your faces together in a gentle but long kiss. “love you” you mumble against his lips, he quickly catches you into another kiss “love you” he mumbled back.

One of your hands begin playing with the hair at the nape of his neck “will you still take my pictures?” you look up at him with a smile.

“of course. I love when I get to see you model for me” he smiles down at you

“good because I already have everything ready” you respond excitedly and that was when Theodore noticed that you had sent up a ring light as well as a camera. You turn your back towards him and begin making your way to your bed, as you were walking away from him you undo your robe and let it drop to the floor without missing a step.

You lingerie set is then revealed to Theo and when your make it to your bed your turn back around to face him which reveals the front of your lingerie to him. “merda” he says breathlessly. Hes stuck in his standing position by your bedroom door blinking heavily at you.

He stalks towards your sitting position on the bed and grabs your hips, pulling you into a heavy and rushed kiss. You put your hand on his chest and push him away “my pictures” you remind him, pushing him further away gently and scooting back slightly. You reach over and grab the light remote, changing it from its normal light to a red, encasing the whole room in red lighting.

Theo looks slightly annoyed but he also wears his usual smirk, he knew once these pictures were over something else was going to happen. The first pose you position yourself into is on your knees. You adjust yourself onto your knees while on the bed and once your boyfriend gets into his position behind the camera you push your hands into your hair and take some shots.

For the next position you wanted to do for your photos you spread your folded legs slightly and lean back onto yours hands.

After many different poses you were finally done. You get up off of the bed and walk over to where Theo was by the camera, without even acknowledging him you grab the camera from its stand and begin looking through the photos taken of you.

As you were looking through the photos a pair of arms wrap around your waist tightly and kisses begin to be left on your shoulder blade up to your neck. At the sensation of gentle kisses and gentle nipping you let out a sigh and throw your head back

“such a tease” he mumbles against your neck. His hands around your waist move up your body and cup at your breasts over top your sheer bra, massaging them under his hold. When his hands find your breasts you let out a even harsher breath “Theo” you murmur

Theo then pulls away from you completely. You turn around and see him standing there staring at you, when you turn around to face him he picks you up without warning and sits you on the bed. As you’re laid out on the bed Theo lowers himself over you. His lips encase you in a rough feverish kiss, both of your tongues fighting a battle that Theo inevitably wins. Theo’s tongue fights against yours, one of his hands coming up to your hair while the other grips your hip. Your hands move up, one cradling his neck while the other is in his hair and pulling. Don’t tell anyone but Theo likes getting his hair pulled.

His kisses make their way down from your mouth to the open swell of your breasts. His hands reach behind your back and to your bra, unclipping it and throwing it to the side. “I love it but I love it even more off” he mumbles against your boob when you were released from the bra. Theos mouth then closes around your right nipple while his hand gives the other boob attention. Your back arches up slightly underneath his hold, Theo knew exactly what to do to you. After a moment he then switches, moving his mouth to the left nipple while his hand goes to the other. His tongue swirls around it teasingly and then he swipes the wet muscle over your nipple completely and sucks. Theo loved seeing you marked up in hickeys.

Once his mouth left your breast it leaves pecks down your body. He slowly gets lower and lower, his eyes never breaking contact with yours. Your breathing becomes harsher and harsher the further down to your core, his kisses then begin to reach your panties and when they do so he takes that as his sigh to take them off, His hands move away from your breasts and down to the waistband of your panties. He grips the fabric beneath his fingers, gently pulling it down and off your legs as he leaves kisses in its wake.

He then lifts his body back up with yours and leans down, bringing your lips to his once again. Your hands reach up and tangle his shirt beneath your fists, he gets the message and pulls away from the kiss. Once you get his shirt off you lean forward and begin to peck at his jaw and down to the waistband of his pants. Your fingers work on unbuttoning his pants, once you got them unbuttoned you pulled them down along with his boxers and threw them to the side of the room.

Your lips then meet back in a rushed kiss, your back meeting the bed once again while Theo leans down with you, careful not to break the kiss. During the kiss Theo brings his hand down and runs his middle finger though your slit, his finger collecting your juices. Your hips buck out of shock and the kiss between the two of you break.

His finger then find your clit and starts teasingly circling it while looking down at you with a smile. You throw your head back slightly and look up at him “please” you whisper

“please what?” Theo asks, pushing down on your clit slightly and slowing but not stopping his movements.

“I need more” you whisper, closing your eyes and pushing your head back into the pillow beneath you out of frustration.

Theo hums and removes the pressure from your clit, you let out a breath and open your eyes to look at him. When you do you see Theo crawling down your body, coming face to face with your pussy.

He pushes your legs open and hooks his arms underneath your thighs to keep them in place. His cock throbs at the sighs of your glistening pussy in front of him, now matter how many times he saw you and felt you naked or not he would never get use to hoe beautiful you are. “so beautiful” he murmurs, kissing your thigh.

He leaves kisses all around your pussy and thighs before finally pushing his head forward and taking it all in. He takes one painfully slow lick before he buries his face into your heat. As soon as you felt his tongue you couldn’t help but to let out whimpers of pleasure while your hands go down to his hair, gripping it beneath your hands for stability. “Theo, fuck” you whimper, tightening your hold on his hair and tugging it harshly when he sucks on your clit a little extra hard.

Theo licks, sucks, nips and devours your pussy, eating you out as he always does, as if you were his last meal. “così dolce” he groans into your core causing you to buck your hips from the sensation.

“fuck theo please more” you whimper breathlessly, tugging on his hair once again without even realizing it. At your words Theo pushes himself further into you, pushing his tongue in and out of your hole while his nose nudges your clit repeatedly. He goes back an fourth from tongue fucking your whole to licking and sucking on your clit.

“yeah? look at you saying please” Theo taunts, moving one of his hands out form underneath your thigh and towards your wet core. He slips a finger into your hole and you take in a short gasp of hair. He starts slowly fingering you and leaving small kitten licks on your bud while looking up at you to watch your reactions.

He slips another finger into your heat and quickens his pace, pumping two fingers in and out of you while he goes back to eating at your pussy like a starved man. That was when you felt that sweet feeling getting closer and closer. “baby, m- so close. Please” you moan and whimper, you didn’t even know what you were pleading for but that didn’t stop you.

Just a short moment later your coil breaks, you let out a loud moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your orgasm crashes over you. Your hips buck and your head throws back while Theo fingers and licks you through your orgasm.

Now off of the high you open your eyes and look down at your boyfriend to see him lifting up from his position between your legs. Your juices were coating his face in a shiny cast but neither of you cared, especially Theo. He leans forward and meets you with a kiss, the kiss was gentle and soft this time. When Theo breaks the kiss he leans his forehead against yours and speaks “I know you got one more dolcezza”

Still breathless you just look up at him and nod, leaning up to give him a quick peck. Theo sits down next to you, his back against the headboard and grabs you by the hips, pulling you onto him.

Your knees land on both sides of him and your hands grip themselves onto his shoulders. He grabs his eager snd throbbing cock, lining it up with your entrance then grabbing your hips to slowly lower yourself onto him. Both of you let out loud moans once his tip enters your core, you lean your head together, each others breath fanning the others face while you slowly sink down onto his cock.

Once you were fully sank onto his cock Theos hands grip your hips tightly, sure to leave marks till at least the morning. He starts gently guiding you up and down on his cock slowly. “so big” you whisper breathlessly

You then begin to take over and start bouncing onto his cock on your own accord. As you bounce on his cock your breasts start to move with your body as well. Theos hands move from your waist and up to your boobs, massaging them while he also sucks onto them, sure to leave hickeys.

You let out a loud moan and start to grind yourself onto his cock instead of bouncing “just like that” Theo speaks huskily into your ear, now moving on to leave hickeys onto your neck.

Your movements switch between bouncing and grinding onto his cock all while the both of you let out your own sounds of pleasure. Your movements start to become slow so Theo leans back even more, grips your hips tightly and starts bucking his hips into you from underneath. You let out a loud moan when he starts quickly fucking himself into you, your body lurches forward, now leaning all of your body wait against his chest while struggling to hold yourself up.

Theo flips the two of you over, now switching your positions. You now laid beneath him on your back with your legs spread out while he hovered over top of you.

One of his hands continues to grip at your hip tightly while the other moves up to hold your throat. He begins fucking himself into you at a moderate pace “so fucking tight” he groans. His hand squeezes your neck, you take a short breath and tilt your head back, looking up at him.

With the look that you were giving him Theo begins to fuck you harder, his hips now bucking into you at a quick pace. “Theo” you whimper, looking up into his eyes with your own eyes glistening from tears of pleasure.

“I know, I know” Theo taunts, lifting your legs up over his shoulder and fucking into you without mercy. His hand on your throat lets up causing you to take in a deep breath while it moves up to hold your leg against his shoulder. “such a good girl, aren’t you?” he groans as your pussy tightens around his cock, his tip hitting your g-spot with every harsh thrust he pushes at you.

“yes, yes, your good girl” you respond quickly, your fingers clutching at the bedsheets beneath you.

The both of you then feel your climax start to creep up onto you. “m- so close baby please” you whimper, clenching your pussy and bucking your hips while he thrusts into you.

Theo could tell you were getting close and so was he but he had to let you cum first. One of his hands reach down and start rubbing your clit it quick circles while continuing his quick thrusts into your pussy. “come on sweet girl, i’ve got you. Cum for me” he leans down slightly and talks you through it.

“fuck fuck fuck fuck” you chant in a high pitched tone. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you let out a loud mewl as your climax quickly catches you and sends a rush of tingling all throughout you. Your hips buck and your nails scratch down Theos back while he works you down from your high

Theo is then quick to follow, quickly pulling out of you and jerking himself off “where do you want it baby?” he asks quickly. “anywhere” you respond in a breathless whimper. Then just a few quick strokes later he was releasing his cum onto your boobs with a loud groan. He then rolls over and lays next to you, the both of you trying to catch your breath.

After a quick moment Theo gets up form the bed and goes to the bathroom, coming back with a wet rag. You were already almost asleep, in and out of consciousness when you feel a cold sensation on your boobs. You flinch from the cold and that was when Theo’s hand reaches up and brushes through your hair “just wiping you off Tesoro” he says, the cold sensation then moving down to your core. Your eyes were closed so you didn’t even see him leave again, he had put the rag away and came back with a water bottle.

Theo grabs onto you and makes you sit up even through your protests, he makes you drink some water, not letting you feed it to yourself even though you were perfectly capable. He then takes a big drink of his own and cuddles up with you, tiredness taking over the both of you.

He lays down onto the bed, pulls you into his chest, and pulls the blanket over top both of you. He leans down, leaving a kiss on your forehead “I love you, goodnight and sweet dreams beautiful” he whispers

“I love you too. Sweet dreams, goodnight and don’t let the bed bugs bite” you mumble through the sleep taking you over.

A smile overtakes Theo’s face as he cuddles up with you, the two of you heading into a peaceful slumber.

a/n: I never know how to end smut but other than that i’m acc pretty proud of this one shockingly.

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uceyliyahh · 5 hours ago

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BORDERSZ

Summary: “Give me all of this, give me all of you” Raya hits up her best friend Jey after dealing with her abusive boyfriend and she just need someone to comfort her.

warnings: domestic violence, oral (F receiving), praise kink, choking slightly, daddy kink, drugs, hot make-out session, unprotected sex, all thee above lol 😂, fluff at the end :)

word count: 4,514

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

Again mdni you have been warned.

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OMNISCIENT

Raya chose to linger at work a bit longer, feeling uneasy in her own home. While in the locker room, she scrolled through her phone and noticed several messages from her boyfriend, Kentrall. However, she opted to set her phone aside and returned to her previous task.

Three messages from Kentrell🫶🏽

Kentrell🫶🏽: where tf are you?

Kentrell🫶🏽: Raya stop playing with me dawg like fr

Kentrell🫶🏽: since you don’t answer yo’ damn phone I got something for that ass when you get here.

Raya let out a deep sigh, feeling lost about how to handle the situation with him. She realized that running away, as she often did when faced with difficulties, wasn’t an option this time. It hurt to see him directing all his anger towards her, making her feel guilty for things she hadn’t done, especially when she had been nothing but faithful to him during her tours.

At that moment, a knock echoed through the room, and Raya noticed a familiar face peeking in from behind the door. It was her friend Jade, who offered a faint smile as she encouraged her to enter. Sensing that something was troubling Raya, Jade settled beside her and gently rubbed her back, ready to lend a listening ear.

“What you doing here still Raya? Aren’t you leaving?” She asked as Raya shook her head.

“Nah, I was planning on staying here to watch the dark matches tonight I don’t feel safe at home Jade,” Raya said.

Jade was aware of the troubling dynamics in Raya's relationship with her boyfriend Kentrell. While he appeared charming and sociable in front of others, Jade sensed a darker reality when they were alone. She couldn't help but notice the bruises on Raya's arms and neck, which Raya attributed to her matches, attempting to mask the truth. Jade felt a deep concern for her friend, recognizing the struggle she faced in revealing the real situation.

“You need to leave him Rara, like immediately.”

"I just feel so trapped... He always knows where to find me, and sometimes he even sends his friends to look for me, Jade. I really don’t know what to do," Raya said, her voice trembling as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Jade wrapped her arms around Raya, holding her close as tears streamed down her face. All that could be heard were her soft, muffled sobs, while Jade embraced her tightly. Raya often attempted to escape, but it never succeeded; Kentrell’s friend always seemed to betray her, revealing her location. Each time, he would find her and pull her toward his car, leaving her feeling humiliated as his friends laughed at her.

Kentrell even suggested that she end her friendship with her best friend Jey, believing that Jey was a negative influence and trying to take her away from him. However, that wasn't true; Raya viewed Jey as a big brother figure in her life. While she appreciated Kentrell's concerns, she wasn't willing to sacrifice their friendship simply because of his insecurities.

They gently separated, their eyes locking as Jade tenderly wiped the tears from her face. "Rara, please listen to me. Go home and gather your things. Call Joshua; I know he’ll be there for you. Do you understand?" Jade urged, and Raya nodded in response.

Raya started to collect her belongings, picking up her purse and car keys. She embraced Jade one final time before making her way to the garage. Deep down, she wished that Kentrell would be out with his friends, allowing her the chance to pack her things and finally move on from him for good.

Raya arrived home safely, but she noticed that Kentrell’s car wasn’t in the driveway. This absence encouraged her to go inside and start gathering her belongings. Her hands shook slightly as she unlocked the door, pushing it open and quickly making her way up the stairs to their bedroom to begin packing.

As she hurriedly stuffed her clothes into her bag, the booming music from outside caught her attention, a clear sign that Kentrell had returned home. The sound of the door slamming behind him sent a wave of fear through her, and she felt a surge of panic as she heard him calling out her name.

“Raya! Where the fuck you at mane!?” Kentrell shouted.

Raya remained silent, concentrating on gathering her clothes and essentials. It wasn't until she heard his heavy footsteps approaching their shared bedroom that she looked up, only to find him watching her pack. His irritation was palpable as he took in the scene.

He walked up towards her wrapping his hand around her throat while she held onto his arm trying to fight him off, “you tryna fucking leave me bitch! Huh!” Kentrell slapped her across the face.

“After everything I done for you! This is what you wanna do Raya?!”

“I can’t be with you anymore Trell!” He hit her once more in the face knocking the wind out of her as she fell onto the ground gazing up at him with teary eyes streaming down her face.

“Now you don’t wanna be with me? It’s because of that bitch ass nigga I told you to drop a while ago didn’t I Raya? But you’re so fucking stupid you don’t even wanna listen to me!” The way he was gaslighting her and turning it on her was wrong very wrong she didn’t do anything wrong to him to be like this.

“Just a fucking slut, going all around the world for this fucking company. Probably slept with ol’ dude didn’t you?” Raya shook her head it wasn’t her character to be unloyal to someone that she loved dearly but was he going to believe her? No he wasn’t.

Kentrell grabbed a full load of her hair dragging her down the hallway until they made it towards the staircase, he pushed her down the steps as she tumbled down to the ground while she winced in pain. “I fucking hate you, you made me like this Raya you! Did this!” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now him blaming her for him being like this when he was the one that cheated on her and now he’s flipping it on her.

“I didn’t do anything! You’re the one who cheated while I was gone!” Raya clapped back as she tried to get up from the wooden floor but Kentrell was faster than her kicking her in the stomach causing her to be back on the ground.

He yanked her hair making her look at him as she spit in his face making him choke her out on the ground while he was on top of her, she was fighting back managing to kick him in his balls as he groaned in pain holding them tightly.

Lucky for her she had her phone on her dialing Jey’s phone number as she placed it over her ears hearing it ring.

She heard his face which brought her to tears.

OTP

Bubba💗: Mamas what’s up?

Raya💫: J-Jey? Can you c-come get me p-please

Bubba💗: What happened? Why are you crying?

Raya💫: Please…hurry…I need you here before he gets up please

Bubba💗: aight I’ll be there just wait for me okay?

Raya💫: okay hurry please…

CALLED ENDED

She ended the call, noticing Kentrell struggling to rise and limping in her direction. In a rush, Raya dashed to the kitchen, seized a knife, and aimed it at him. Feeling vulnerable, she instinctively sought a way to protect herself.

“You, fucking, bitch. You think that nigga is goin’ to save you? What can he do?” Kentrell spat coming closer to her. “He can’t fuck you like I can, or treat you better than I can he can’t handle a girl like you but I can,” He pressed on, moving closer, while Raya held the knife steady, the sharp edge inching nearer until it was almost against him.

“H-he’s better than you’ll ever be….” Raya spoke softly, her voice barely audible, but he understood her intent. In a swift motion, he snatched the knife from her hand and tossed it aside, then seized her throat once more, tightening his grip as he began to choke her.

Kentrell let out a soft laugh as he noticed her gasping for air, his hold on her throat growing firmer. He watched her eyes flutter as he leaned in closer, whispering into her ear, “He’ll never be like me, Raya. Don’t you ever forget that.” His words sent a chill through her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and unsettled.

Suddenly, the door burst open, revealing Jey, who stood there witnessing the chaos. He rushed over to Kentrell, seizing him by the hoodie and delivering a powerful punch that sent him crashing to the ground, unconscious. Jey then turned his attention to Raya, who was struggling to breathe. He quickly moved to her side, wrapping her in his arms as she sobbed, holding onto him tightly for comfort.

“It’s okay Raya, I’m here. I’m right here,” Jey reassured her running his fingers through her locs.

He gently drew her close, his heart aching at the sight of her bruised face and swollen eyes, her nose reddened from the tears she had shed. With tenderness, he brushed his thumb across her warm cheeks, wiping away the last traces of her tears, and then he pressed a gentle kiss to her temple.

“C’mon, you staying with me.” He said softly as she nodded her head.

Raya took a refreshing shower and gently spritzed her locs with water from her spray bottle before heading downstairs. She knew Jey was waiting to help her with her wounds. As she glanced in the mirror, she couldn't help but notice how badly her face had been affected by Kentrell.

Raya took a moment to apply her beloved coconut lotion all over her skin, pairing it with her favorite deodorant, leaving her smelling delightful. As she made her way downstairs, she spotted Jey lounging on the couch, engrossed in an anime show he had mentioned to her before. The moment he heard her footsteps, he turned his gaze toward her, rising from the couch to approach her.

He stood tall at 6’2”, his height casting a gentle shadow over her petite form. As she gazed up at him, a warm smile spread across her face, igniting a flutter of joy within him—an expression he cherished. They exchanged admiration, each appreciating the other's features in a moment of shared connection. “Are you ready, Raya?” he asked softly. She nodded, and with a playful lift, he scooped her up by the thighs, carrying her effortlessly to the kitchen and setting her down on the countertop.

As he approached her with the first aid kit, her eyes followed his every action. He carefully retrieved the hydrogen peroxide and some cotton balls, kneeling down between her legs. With a gentle focus, he poured the hydrogen peroxide onto the cotton ball, all the while locking his gaze with her warm hazel eyes.

“It’s going to sting just giving you a heads up aight?” He said.

“A’ight, Jey.” She responded.

He started to tend to her injuries, gently pressing a cotton ball against her split lip, which made her wince in pain. He shot her a knowing glance that seemed to say, “I warned you,” all while he carefully cleaned her wounds. Deep down, he couldn’t deny his strong dislike for her boyfriend, a sentiment that was clearly mutual. However, what truly bothered him was Kentrell’s tendency to lay hands on her. It stirred a part of him that he desperately wanted to keep hidden from Raya. When Jey lost his temper, things could turn dangerous, and he was fiercely protective of her.

He carefully tended to her injuries, applying healing cream with gentle fingers as he smoothed it over her injured lip and the scar on the side of her head. She couldn't help but admire him, captivated by his striking features and the way he looked without a shirt, the Cuban link chain glinting around his neck, paired with his grey basketball shorts that subtly highlighted his physique.

“There we are finished, you wanna hit this blunt with me while we watch this anime show I found on Netflix?” Raya could never turn down that offer to smoke a blunt with her best friend she nodded her head as he smiled at her showing off those pretty white teeth.

She stepped off the counter and made her way to the living room, where he had momentarily stopped his show. She sensed his gaze following her from the kitchen as she settled onto the couch, patiently waiting for him to finish scrolling through her phone.

She received several messages and around twenty missed calls from Kentrell, but it didn't matter to her anymore. She was with Jey and only wanted to focus on him. As she scrolled through her timeline, she noticed a text message from Jade.

Jade 💚 sent a message

Jade💚: Hey Gurl I was making sure that you were okay

Raya decided to text Jade back.

Raya💫: I’m okay Jade I’m with Jey right now

Jade💚: thank god, I’m glad you’re with him is he taking care of you?

Raya💫: yea he did now we finna smoke a blunt together and watch some anime

Jade💚: that sounds like yall alright 😭

Raya💫: don’t start

Jade💚: what? I’m just saying yall two would be a cute wrestling couple then you and Trin can be besties

Raya💫: Pleasee Jade 😭😭

Jade💚: aight don’t say I didn’t tell you so 🤷🏽‍♀️

Raya💫: yeah yeah I’ll text you later

Jade💚: aight girl have fun! Use protection!

Raya💫: JADE!😭😭

Raya laughed softly as she noticed Jey approaching her. He settled onto the couch, making it feel a bit more substantial as he reached for the blunt on the tray and started to light it. After taking a few puffs, he handed it to her, allowing her to enjoy a few hits before she exhaled through her nose.

The high she and Jey felt after smoking the blunt was already unreal. While she concentrated on the TV show, Raya lay on his chest, cuddling up to him and feeling his arm around her waist. When he moved, she felt his dick brush against her, sending an electric shock down her back and all the way to her pussy.

The faint aroma of incense mixed with the lingering scent of weed, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere. Soft music played in the background, adding to the relaxed, dreamy vibe that enveloped them.

Jey's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, caught between the haze of the high and the warmth of Raya's body against his. He couldn't help but feel a surge of desire, compounded by the intimacy of the moment. Despite the mellow ambiance, his thoughts raced, wondering if she felt the same spark that he did.

Her underwear was already damped off of that she would steal glances at him while his eyes were focused on the show hoping that he didn’t notice, she would have these nasty thoughts about him tonguing her down, beating her pussy up in back-shots or missionary she didn’t care what position she knew that dick was big, the way he would lick his lips and the way he would just look at her just made her soaking wet.

But was she going to confess that?

Nah she wasn’t.

He handed her the blunt, allowing her to take the final puffs before she set it down in the ashtray. Her eyes were heavy and red, and she felt an intense desire, though she tried to keep her composure. Rising from the couch, she made her way to the fridge for a drink. As she bent over to grab a bottle of water, she could feel Jey's gaze on her, heightening her awareness of the moment.

As she closed the fridge, she was unaware that he was already moving closer to her. Suddenly, she felt his body against hers, his hands exploring her lovely curves with a gentle touch.

Embracing her coconut scent.

He licked the bottom of his lips the way she loved, knowing it drew her on, and she twisted around to look up into his deep, red eyes as his firm member brushed against her as he did that, feeling it pulse behind her.

Could it have been the influence of the weed, or were they simply longing for an experience like this to unfold?

Raya set her water bottle on the counter, feeling his hands gently rest on her hips. As her arms encircled his neck, she felt the warmth of his lips pressing against hers, igniting a passionate kiss filled with longing. The kiss was a beautiful mix of tenderness and intensity, while Jey's hands slid down to her backside, giving it a playful squeeze. He then lifted her by the thighs, carrying her to the couch where he gently pinned her down, their fingers intertwining in a sweet embrace.

She gently nibbled on his lower lip, drawing it back as her tongue explored the warmth of his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair, a silent plea for deeper connection. He responded by trailing soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, moving down to her neck, where he pressed tender, wet kisses that sent shivers through her.

She let out a soft whimper, "J-Jey..." as his eyes remained fixed on her.

“Talk to me mama, what’chu want?”

Raya lifted her hips up removing her shorts along her laced underwear throwing it somewhere spreading her legs open for him to see how wet she was for him, “come eat me out…bubba…” without a warning he began kissing her thighs all the way down her pretty soaking pussy waiting for him to slurp her up like his life depended on it.

She doesn't like the way he starts to kiss her sore pussy nearly taunting her.

“Don’t tease me…”

“Be patient baby daddy gotchu,” he said.

Jey began French kissing her pussy causing her to arch her back squirming away from him as he held her thighs tightly so that she couldn’t escape from him as he continued to lap his tongue around her clit, he was sucking on her bud gazing up at her as she squirmed earning a chuckle from him. “Don’t run from me baby, this is what you wanted from me right?” That’s when he sticked two fingers inside of her as she moaned his name.

“J-Jeyyy ouuu fuck.” Raya whimper softly gripping onto his hair.

As his eyes warned her, his fingers curled up and struck the region that left her in a trance, and he worked her over with his tongue while watching her writhe beneath his touch, earning her a smack on the thigh. Against her pussy, he hissed, his voice muffled, "Stop with allat mama."

“Let daddy take care of you, you’ve been through enough tonight,”

In an attempt to resist the pleasure when it became too much for her, she pulled his hair with her fingers while sobbing his name like no other. He seemed to know her body better than she did, pumping gently in and out of her while his lips never left her clit.

Within minutes, she was losing herself: "Oh, J-Jey, I'm finna cum, I'm finna fucking cum." She cautioned him.

His crimson eyes gleamed as he stared up at her, tauntingly saying, "C'mon cum on my face baby, lemme' have it." "C'mon on, baby, c'mon on."

Raya felt a pit in her stomach and rolled her eyes in the back of her head as she leaned hard against the couch, feeling her climax work her over. She screamed his name for the entire house to hear, and her thighs shook. Jey cleaned her up like a slurpy, smacking her thigh while his beard became coated with her essence, leading him to draw away and lick his lips in the process. "You taste good and so sweet baby, make me wanna eat yo' ass up again,"

Jey pulled down his gray basketball shorts, releasing himself as his dick slapped him in the stomach. Her predictions were correct; his dick was enormous and thick, nearly terrifying her. He chuckled at her reaction, kicking off his shorts and bringing her closer to him, carefully stroking himself before pressing the head of his cock on her soaked pussy, making her tremble as his gaze never left her. "I'll be gentle mama I promise, I wouldn't do you like that aight?"

He massaged the tip of his cock on her pussy lips before gently putting himself inside of her, allowing her to acclimate to his size, causing her to gasp and draw him closer to her body as he drove himself farther within, kissing her lips.

She wasn’t used to his size he was so big and thick.

“T-too much…Jey…” she whimpered softly.

“I gotchu mamas, I gotchu,” he reassured.

Jey gave her his long, deep strokes, making her feel every inch of him as he drew all the way out and pushed it back in, seeing her roll her eyes in the back of her head every time he did so. He kissed her chest, tugging her shirt up and grasping a grip of her breast while circling his tongue over her nipple.

“J-Jeyyy, ouu, fuckkk.”

“Keep calling for me baby, I’m right here princess.”

“Go faster please….i can take it…”

Jey quickened his tempo, turning his hips around and hitting her spot once again as she dug her nails into his back, causing him to hiss, but he didn't mind since he knew this was what she wanted while he pummeled her gushy insides and maintained eye contact with her.

He planted hickies on her breast and neck, kissing all the way up to her jawline, his hand wrapped around her throat slowly hammering her away as a cry from her lips, which he enjoyed hearing. "Joshuaaaa, fuckkk." She could see him smirking. "Mhmm, take this dick babygirl, she's such a good girl for me," she bit the bottom of her lip while holding his wrist.

They both gazed down at his dick throbbing in and out of her before returning to one other's eyes. Raya's pussy tightened around him as he gasped at the sensation. "Keep doing that mama,"

Raya, who knew that the cannabis was taking over, was in a daze as her pussy devoured him whole, causing him to lose himself within her. With his hips pushed more and deeper within her, Jey threw his head back in delight and bit the bottom of his lip.

She felt all over his tattered chest, appreciating his tribal tattoos, which she liked so much, and she caressed his face while he was in it, knowing how much it drove him wild when she did it to him whenever they hung out. His balls were slapping against her clit, driving her crazy.

"Princess, do you love me? Am I better at fucking you than he is? Tell me." Raya was unable to even speak since his dick was causing her to stumble foolishly. "Aw, you're stumbling over your words because of daddy's dick?"

He repeatedly and forcefully slammed into her inner walls while she screamed from the top of her lungs, hearing nothing but the slapping of their skins against one another. He didn't even realize that she had experienced another orgasm, which sent her over the brink, and he chuckled as he felt her fluids running out of her.

“Look at you mamas, making a mess on daddy, you so nasty baby,” he cooed softly. “You didn’t answer my question though mama, do you love me? And do I fuck you better than him?”

Raya managed to speak, “Y-yes I love you so much daddy…so fucking much…you’re so much better than him…fuckk too much daddyyy, tooo muchh ouuu.” She cried out hitting him in his chest.

He pinned her wrist on the couch fucking her silly chasing his high, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Raya felt her tears coming down her face covering her face in the process which Jey wasn’t having it removing her arm away from her face.

“Don’t hide from me, lemme’ see how good I’m fucking you,”

“I can’t, I can’t, I fucking can’t Joshuaaa…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He fucked her through the couch feeling his dick twitching inside of her signaling that he was cum.

Her body began giving up fighting him off as she let him do whatever he wanted to do until he reached his limit, “Relax, gimme’ yo’ body princess,”

He kept her legs pinned on each end of her hips digging his dick all the way in her cervix kissing it gently at this point Raya felt defeated something that she hasn’t felt in a while defeated, Jey leaned in closer so their bodies could connect as he pressed his lips against her feeling her wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him in closer.

His tongue was swirling around inside of her mouth tasting the saltiness of her wound that was on her lip, “I love you Raya,” he murmured.

With every thrust he gave her, his motions got more sloppy, and he growled a little at the sensation, perspiration streaming down his back and chest.

Around them, the air was simultaneously heated and chilly. She held him close as Jey drew away from the kiss that pressed his face into her neck. "Oh, fuck, mama, I'm finna nut,"

“Nut in me daddy, I want it. I fucking want it.” She begged.

“You want it? Huh?” He pounded into her gummy sensitive walls.

“Yesss! I want it Daddy!” That’s all he needed to hear from her pretty lips.

He rolled his eyes in the back of his head and pounded her through it while keeping his hand on her throat.

“Shit, oh fuck,” He let out a guttural moan escape his lips as his warm seeds began shooting ropes after ropes inside of her walls filling her up nicely.

When he pulled out, her fluids, including his sperm, were gushing out of her. Raya's body was trembling uncontrollably, and she was attempting to calm herself by breathing up and down and trying to catch her breath. Jey returned and started kissing her body softly to help her relax.

He pressed his lips to hers, chuckling softly as she responded with a shaky smile, her eyes sparkling with joy.

“You staying with me aight? I won’t let him put his hands on you ever again you hear me?” Jey said interlocking his hands with her.

“I will kill a motha-fuka over you mama especially his bitch ass,”

She chuckled at him, “A’ight Bubba, I hear you, can we go take a shower now please?” She said as he nodded his head carrying her upstairs towards the bathroom.

-fin 💗

A/n: now I’m thinking about making a damn story about these two ion know yet got some inspiration from my girl Dee @charmed-dreamssss 🙂‍↕️

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Aegon Targaryen As Your Soulmate.

a/n : With Reaction.

When He Propose To You.

The night in Paris was breathtaking. The Eiffel Tower shimmered in the distance, its golden lights reflecting off the Seine, casting a dreamy glow over the quiet streets. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of roses from the nearby garden, and the city buzzed softly in the background.

Aegon had been unusually quiet all evening, his fingers laced with yours as he led you down a secluded pathway near the river. You didn’t think much of it—he often got like this when something was on his mind. But when he suddenly stopped under the silver glow of the moonlight, his grip on your hand tightening, your heart began to race.

“What is it?” you whispered, searching his face.

His violet eyes burned with an emotion so raw it made your breath hitch. He exhaled, almost like he was steadying himself, before reaching into his pocket. And then—he got down on one knee.

Your lips parted, a sharp gasp slipping out as your hands flew to your mouth.

“I’ve been trying to find the right words for this,” Aegon started, his voice softer than you’d ever heard it. “But the truth is, there are no perfect words—only this. Only you.”

Your heart thundered.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “And I don’t want another day to pass where I don’t call you my wife.”

He opened the small velvet box, revealing a stunning ring that caught the moonlight just right, sparkling like the stars above you.

“Marry me.”

You felt everything all at once. The world around you blurred, your vision swimming with unshed tears as your chest tightened with overwhelming love, shock, joy.

You dropped to your knees, throwing your arms around him, knocking him back onto the pavement with your weight.

“Yes,” you choked out, pressing frantic kisses to his face. “Yes, Aegon—yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!”

He laughed breathlessly, his hands burying in your hair as he pulled you in for a deep, lingering kiss, the kind that made your toes curl and the rest of the world fade away.

Paris had never felt more like a dream.

When You And Aegon Posted The Announcement Of Your Engagement.

When you and Aegon Targaryen dropped your engagement announcement, the world stopped spinning.

The first photo? Utter perfection.

Paris at night. The Eiffel Tower glowing behind you. Aegon’s hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you breathless. And your left hand? Front and center, flashing a massive diamond ring.

The second slide? Even worse for them.

Aegon, smirking against your neck, his arms wrapped possessively around you as if to say, “She’s mine.”

And then the caption? A KILL SHOT.

“Said yes to the love of my life. Forever with my king.”

Then? Mass hysteria.

Aegon’s fangirls:

“I’M GONNA BE SICK. THIS ISN’T HAPPENING.”

“WHY DID HE HAVE TO PROPOSE IN PARIS??? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE SO ROMANTIC???”

“Not Aegon Targaryen taking my last shred of hope and throwing it into the Seine.”

“SHE REALLY PUT ‘FOREVER’ IN THE CAPTION. I’M UNWELL.”

“The way he’s holding her… the way he’s KISSING her… this is worse than heartbreak.”

Some were in complete denial:

“This is fake. They’re trolling us. RIGHT???”

“The way I am IGNORING this post and going about my day as if I didn’t see it.”

“NO. I REFUSE. I WILL NOT ACCEPT THIS.”

And then, the grief hit.

“It should have been me.”

“I can’t even HATE her because she looks so happy. But I’m still dying inside.”

“How do I explain to my boss that I can’t work today because Aegon Targaryen is officially off the market???”

“I hope Paris was worth the pain you’ve caused me.”

Then? The edits.

Slow-motion clips of Aegon smirking, winking, running his hand through his hair. Montages of his best moments, now labeled: “HE’S GONE, HE’S TAKEN, I’M IN TEARS.”

And the hashtags? Immediate trending topics.

#AegonEngaged

#SheWonWeLost

#ParisTookEverythingFromUs

#HePutARingOnItAndABulletInMyHeart

Your fanboys? Equally destroyed.

“BRO, HOW DID SHE SECURE AEGON TARGARYEN???”

“She’s officially sold out. We lost, boys.”

“The way he’s devouring her in that kiss??? I CAN’T.”

“I respect it… but I’m also sobbing.”

Some had full meltdowns:

“I WAS HOLDING ONTO HOPE. NOW I HAVE NOTHING.”

“Not only did she win, but she won IN PARIS. The disrespect is astronomical.”

“We can’t even say she’s just a fling. SHE HAS A RING. IT’S OVER.”

Meanwhile, the overanalyzing began.

“The way Aegon is holding her like he’s afraid to let go…”

“You can SEE the obsession in his eyes. He’s never letting her go.”

“This isn’t just a proposal. This is a CLAIM.”

At this point, no one could deny it.

This wasn’t just an engagement.

This was a global tragedy. And Aegon’s fangirls & your fanboys?

Never recovering from this heartbreak.

Aegon Family Reaction To Your Engagement Announcement.

When Aegon dropped the engagement bomb on Instagram, his entire family group chat EXPLODED.

Alicent (His Mother) – SHOCKED. EMOTIONAL. PANICKING.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN ENGAGED??? AEGON???”

“YOU DIDN’T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING TO PROPOSE???”

“I AM YOUR MOTHER. I SHOULD HAVE BEEN WARNED.”

“DID YOU EVEN PLAN A WEDDING DATE? HAVE YOU TWO TALKED ABOUT THE FUTURE?”

(…then sends a million heart emojis because she loves you and is already planning a royal-level wedding in her head.)

Helaena (His Sister) – SOFT AND SUPPORTIVE.

“Awwww. I love this. You two are perfect together.”

“Mom, let them enjoy their moment.”

“Also, I’m already picking out gifts for the wedding.”

Aemond (His Brother) – ANNOYED BUT SECRETLY AMUSED.

“This is what you’re doing in Paris? Proposing?”

“You couldn’t even warn us first?”

“You know your fangirls are crying themselves to sleep tonight, right?”

(But deep down, he’s actually happy for you both—he just refuses to admit it.)

Daemon (His Uncle) – ABSOLUTELY LOVING THE CHAOS.

“HAHAHAHA. YOU REALLY DID IT, YOU MADMAN.”

“This is hilarious. The internet is in flames.”

“Also, Aegon, if you don’t throw the most INSANE bachelor party, I’m disowning you.”

Rhaenyra (His Half-Sister) – SURPRISED BUT SUPPORTIVE.

“I have to admit, I didn’t think you’d be the first to settle down.”

“But… I’m genuinely happy for you.”

“You found someone who can handle your insanity. That’s true love.”

Otto Hightower (His Grandfather) – PANICKING LIKE A CEO.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW THIS AFFECTS YOUR IMAGE, AEGON?”

“The world is going to talk about this for WEEKS.”

“Did you sign a prenup?”

(Alicent kicks him out of the group chat for ruining the mood.)

Criston Cole (Family Bodyguard) – SILENTLY JUDGING BUT ACCEPTING HIS FATE.

“Guess I’m protecting her now too. Great.”

Meanwhile, Aegon?

Smirking at the chaos he just unleashed.

When You And Aegon Posted Your Wedding Video On Internet.

The internet exploded the moment the wedding video was posted—Aegon walking out of the church, smiling brighter than ever, hand in hand with you, the new Mrs. Targaryen. The video was cinematic, capturing every perfect moment: the way he looked at you with pure adoration, the way he kissed you like you were his entire world, and the way you both laughed, danced, and celebrated at the extravagant reception.

The caption?

“Beyond Happy. Forever my queen.”

And with that, Aegon’s fangirls completely lost their minds.

Instagram Comments Section: A Fan Meltdown

“NOOOOOOOOOO THIS CAN’T BE REAL!!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE!!!!” 😭💔

“HOW DARE SHE LOOK THAT BEAUTIFUL?? AEGON, BLINK TWICE IF YOU WERE FORCED INTO THIS!!”

“He looks so happy… I hate this."

“Not me sobbing while watching this in my room at 3AM.”

“I CAN’T EVEN LOOK AT HIM. HE WAS OURS, GIRLS. NOW HE’S HERS.”

“I just know she’s the luckiest woman ALIVE.”

Twitter/X Fangirl Breakdown :

“I am LITERALLY inconsolable. Aegon is MARRIED. To HER. I need therapy.”

“Someone check on the fandom. We’re NOT okay.”

“Why does he look so in love? This HURTS MORE.”

“Watching my man walk out of the church with another woman… worst pain of my life.”

“Aegon’s smile in that wedding video just ended my entire existence.”

TikTok Reaction Videos :

One girl, full mascara streaks down her face: “I just saw the wedding video… I need a moment.”

Another girl, drinking straight from a vodka bottle: “It’s official. I’m entering my villain era.”

A group of fangirls screaming in their car: “WE LOST HIM. HE’S GONE. HE BELONGS TO HER NOW.”

Someone dramatically playing sad music while clutching a framed photo of Aegon: “This could have been me…”

The Ultimate Fangirl Betrayal: Aegon’s Wedding Reception Photos. If the video wasn’t enough, the photos from the wedding reception sent the fangirls into a frenzy.

Aegon twirling you on the dance floor, his eyes only on you.

Aegon kissing you like he was drowning and you were air.

Aegon lifting you up bridal-style, grinning at the camera.

Aegon feeding you cake, licking frosting off your fingers.

At this point, some girls deleted their fan pages, some started crying in their pillows, and some just accepted their fate.

But the real heartbreak? Aegon himself responding to the meltdown:

@AegonTargaryen: “She’s my wife now. Y’all better deal with it.” 😎💍

When You And Aegon Posted About Your Pregnancy

When the post went up, the internet exploded.

Aegon’s Instagram—normally flooded with thirsty comments and heart emojis—was now a war zone of disbelief, heartbreak, and sheer chaos.

The photo? Devastating.

It was a beautiful shot of you and Aegon—his hand resting possessively over your very visible baby bump while he kissed the side of your head. The second slide? An ultrasound.

Two embryos.

Twins.

The caption? Simple, smug, and absolutely soul-crushing:

“Our greatest blessing. Can’t wait to meet our little dragons.”

And then—pure pandemonium.

“TWINS?!! BITCH STOLE BOTH OUR BABIES?!”

“I HAVEN’T EVEN RECOVERED FROM THE ENGAGEMENT ANNOUNCEMENT WTF.”

“I’m gonna be sick. Aegon was supposed to impregnate ME.”

“Not one. BUT TWO. SHE TOOK BOTH. I CAN’T BREATHE.”

“I need a moment. Aegon Targaryen rawdogged this woman twice and now she’s carrying TWINS. I can’t function.”

“We lost, ladies. This is our red wedding.”

“I was delulu, but this… this is the final nail in the coffin.”

Some were in full denial:

“That’s AI. That’s NOT real. I REFUSE.”

“Maybe it’s for a movie role? Right? RIGHT?!”

“The ultrasound is Photoshopped. I checked.” (It was not.)

And then there were the true unhinged ones:

“I’M GONNA PRETEND THOSE ARE MY BABIES.”

“Okay but what if she lets me babysit?”

“I hope the twins grow up knowing their father was mine first.”

Within an hour, your name was #1 trending worldwide. Fan edits, conspiracy theories, and pure devastation flooded every corner of the internet. It was over for them.

You had won.

When You And Aegon Posted About Your Twins Arrival.

The moment Aegon posted the photo—you lying in the hospital bed, exhausted but glowing, holding your newborn twins in your arms, while he kissed you with tears in his eyes—social media imploded.

The Caption That Broke the Internet:

“Welcome to the world, little dragons. Your mother is the strongest woman I know. I love you forever.”

And just like that, Aegon’s fangirls and your fanboys lost their collective minds.

Instagram Comments Section: An Emotional Warzone

“I AM CRYING, THROWING UP, SCREAMING—THIS CAN’T BE REAL.”

“Aegon crying over his wife and babies? Yeah, I’m done for.”

“I should’ve logged out when they got married. Now they have KIDS?!?”

“Not him looking at her like she hung the moon while holding their babies. This is actual pain.”

“You mean to tell me Aegon, the playboy prince, is a devoted husband and crying father now? Yeah, I lost.”

Twitter/X Reactions: A Global Tragedy

“Not only did we lose Aegon, but now he’s a full-time husband AND father? We lost him forever.”

“He cried. HE CRIED WHILE KISSING HER. How do you expect me to survive this?”

“I thought the wedding was bad, but the baby announcement just ended me.”

“Aegon went from heartbreaker to husband of the year and now devoted girl dad?? This is unfair.”

“We are officially extinct. Aegon belongs to HER and their BABIES now.”

TikTok Reaction Videos: Fangirls & Fanboys Mourning

One girl dramatically closing her laptop and walking away: “Nope. Nope. This is my villain origin story.”

A fanboy sobbing into a pillow: “First she took him, now she has his children. I have nothing left.”

A group of fangirls screaming at the screen: “NOT THE TEARFUL KISS. NOT THE BABIES. I CAN’T.”

Someone chugging wine in a dark room: “I need time to process this betrayal.”

A TikTok edit of Aegon’s bad boy days fading into husband & dad Aegon with the caption: “WE LOST HIM FOREVER.”

The Final Blow: Aegon’s Response to the Fangirl Meltdown

Just as the internet was spiraling into despair, Aegon added another post—a short video clip of him holding one of the twins against his chest, murmuring softly while the baby cooed, and then looking at you with the most lovestruck expression.

@AegonTargaryen: “I never knew I could love like this. My world. My family.”

And just like that, his fangirls & your fanboys flatlined.

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Big thanks to @zaldritzosrose for letting me use your beautiful dividers

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lulublack90 · 3 days ago

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Prompt 8 - Finance

Wolfstar, February 8, word count 576

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Remus sat and listened to Sirius and Barty’s story. Their entire plan relied upon the finance files they’d stolen a year previously. They were planning to take down the entire Black family empire. He swallowed. He’d need to find another job if they managed to do what they wanted to. The Black Star hotel chain would collapse, and he’d be out of a job. He couldn’t blame Sirius, though. After everything he’d revealed about his childhood and what his parents had forced him to adhere to after his brother's death, made him want to track them down himself and rip their throats out with his teeth. He ground his teeth and tried to pull himself back as Sirius began to talk about Regulus again.

“My mother found out about Regulus’s relationship with Barty,” Sirius gestured to Barty, who was still sitting on display opposite them. “Barty, for fucks sake, will you move your sheet!” Barty looked down at his crotch.

“Oops,” He snickered, but rearranged his makeshift toga and let Sirius continue. Remus watched him for a moment longer. Barty’s face was pinched. He looked like he was trying to hold back tears.

“As far as we can tell, Reggie never told anyone what she’d threatened, but when I was going through her things, I found… I found…” Sirius took a shuddering breath, and Barty took over.

“She organised a hit on me or Regulus. Whichever the hitman could get to first. I happened to be at a meeting all day, and Regulus had an odd day off. We now think he was given it on purpose. I found him.” Barty couldn’t say any more. Sirius reached over and squeezed his knee, and Barty patted his hand fondly.

“So he was murdered?” Remus asked. Sirius and Barty nodded simultaneously.

“We think so,” Sirius told him. “Me and Reg, we weren’t as close as we had been by the end. I’d run away, and he’d stayed. But,” Sirius bit back a sob, but couldn’t contain the tears. “He’d never have kept something like that from me, never.” They sat in silence until it was loudly interrupted by The Final Countdown, blaring from Remus’s pocket.

“Shit!” He jumped up from his seat and silenced his phone. “Sirius, I have to go back down and finish my shift.” He chewed his bottom lip as he looked Barty over again. “Go back to mine, and we can continue your story. He can go too if he wants. I’m sorry, I have to…” Sirius stood up and walked him to the door and out into the hallway.

“I’ll take you back down,” Sirius said, taking his hand. Remus didn’t fight it. Sirius looked vulnerable and raw after all he’d revealed. Remus just nodded and followed Sirius into the secret staff passageway and back down to the basement, where his machines were beeping angrily, waiting for him to change the washing over.

“I won’t be long,” He said, kissing Sirius quickly as he rushed over to get the dry tablecloths out of the dryers and move the wet towels into them and put the last loads of dirty bedding into the now empty washers. He pressed all the right buttons, and the sound of happily working machines filled the small space. He went and hid behind the wash bins on his little stool and got his phone out, bringing up everything he could find on the Black family and began to read.

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enyaliuswrites · 6 hours ago

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➽ Jealousy Jealousy

Xavier x gn!reader Warnings: fluff, suggestive topics, established relationship, kissing, reader doesn't have to be mc, reader loves Lumiere, Xavier being a jealous cutie

Xavier knew he was a possessive boyfriend.

He would never admit it to your face, but you knew anyway—it wasn’t hard to tell. So, he wanted a thorough explanation when he saw you cuddling a Lumiere plushie, pressing your face into his plush form and clutching him close to your chest.

Xavier could still hear your giddy smiles and giggles from the day those 3 big boxes had arrived.

“What’s all this?” He’s seen you excited over things you’ve ordered before so this was a norm, watching you rush to get a cutter and carefully, but impatiently, uncover the goods that you had either waited super long, eyeing the product, or just impulsively bought. As you sat there on the floor, hurriedly opening the boxes you screamed excitedly, your eyes falling onto the dozens of Lumiere merch.

“Lu…miere?” Xavier’s voice comes out unsure. He doesn’t understand. He watches you jump between the 3 boxes, revealing the various kinds of Lumiere merch; from posters to plushies to mugs to even toothbrushes? Who would make these? Who would even sell these? Who would buy them? Well, you, apparently. He intended to sigh, but a quiet huff of disbelief slipped out instead.

“Who do you like more? Me, or Lumiere?” Xavier’s tall figure walks towards you, his steps poised and calculated, each step he took made shivers run down your spine as you looked up at him.

A wry smile and nervous chuckle leaves your lips, “Your question doesn’t make sense… Aren’t you and Lumiere the same person?” Your head shakes, as if to shake off the cold glare he had just given you. But when you feel a presence looming over you, that’s when you realize how serious he is. By the way his eyebrows frown and how his gaze sharpened at you as he leaned down, confining you, you knew he was mad. Well, the better word would be: Jealous.

“Xavier… Are you really getting jealous of yourself?” You arch an eyebrow in amusement, but when his hand comes up to caress your hair, dangerously close to your face, you feel a heat creep up to your neck and spread to your ears. His sapphire eyes pierce into your soul, as his next words come out raw and husky.

“While Lumiere is handsome and gentle.. I’m apparently harsh and cruel? And when you see Lumiere, you appear to be a lot happier. It seems like to you, we aren't the same person at all.” His hand slowly moves from your jaw to your chin as he guides your head to look up at him, his back bending down to look at you. Feeling like the wind is being sucked out of your lungs, you quickly avert your gaze to get some fresh air through all of this tension.

“Xavier, w-what are you talking about?” You let out a chuckle like scoff, but the silver haired boy above you seemed to be adamant in getting an answer. His bottom lips push up into a pout and you’ve never seen him this jealous before, and over himself??

You lean in, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling away. Taking his hand in yours, you squeeze it tightly, a playful but sweet smile on your lips. “I only love Xavier.” His gaze softens at that, and almost instantly, soft pulses of light flicker around him—appearing and vanishing like whispers of his happiness, casting a gentle glow around the both of you.

He kept his composure every time he saw you using Lumiere merch (which was very often)—brushing your teeth with a Lumiere toothbrush, sipping from a Lumiere mug, even wearing Lumiere pajamas. But sleeping with Lumiere? That was the last straw.

How could you love him more? You saw Xavier almost every day so why were you so obsessed infatuated with Lumiere?

With furrowed brows, Xavier strode toward your shared bed, yanking the Lumiere plushie from your grasp. Consumed by rage, he tossed it to the floor without a second thought, not caring where it landed.

The sudden loss of something in your arms wakes you up. As one of your eyes crack open to see what was going on you’re unexpectedly met face to face with a sulking Xavier who wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice is rough, still heavy with sleep, but laced with concern and confusion, as you try to make sense of Xavier’s sudden neediness in the quiet dark. He buries his head in the crook of your neck and you instinctively try to pull away, the sensation ticklish, but you try to stay still and hold Xavier close. But instead of an expected gentle kiss, you feel something wet followed by a sharp sting.

The pain jolts you fully awake, your eyes snapping open as you push Xavier’s heavy body away, “Did you just give me a hickey?? Xavier, it’s late and I have to wake up early tomorrow…” Your fingers lightly graze over the area on your neck and you slightly wince as you press on it, “What’s wrong?”

Your concerned eyes are met with narrow sapphire eyes, darkened with envy. As you rack your brain for the reasons why he would be jealous, Xavier’s hand travels to the small of your back, yanking you closer to him with a firm pull—your startled yelp muffles as his lips crash on yours.

His usual featherlight kisses are long gone as he captures your lips in a rough, fervent kiss—not caring if your teeth clashed. His tongue traces your plush lips in a slow, tender stroke before forcefully pushing past them, desperate to claim every part of you. His hands cup your cheeks, firm yet trembling with need, pulling you deeper into the kiss.Soft whimpers catch in your throat as you tremble, overwhelmed by how roughly he's taking you. Sure, you were used to Xavier’s neediness, but this—this was something else entirely.

This wasn’t even kissing anymore. It was like he was devouring you.

Out of breath and a little scared, you beat his chest in a frantic attempt to break free, feeling the air slowly leave your lungs. After what seemed like an eternity, Xavier finally pulled back, his lips leaving yours as you gasped for deep breaths of air. Just as you were about to ask him what the hell his problem was, Xavier silenced you with another kiss, his hands roaming over your body—tracing a path from your back to your waist. This time, you push him off, gasping for air as his brows knit together, his eyes darkening with hurt and confusion. “Xavier! I love you, but what the heck?! It felt like you were sucking the life out of me.” All you get in response is a scowled pout as he turns away. “You promised you wouldn’t choose him over me.” Your face twists in confusion, certain you had misheard. “Xavier… Who on earth is ‘him’? Because I am not cheating on you-” “Lumiere.” You swear you would’ve laughed if he didn’t look so pitiful—his plush bottom lips pushed up into a pout and his brows knitted together. “Xavier. If it bothers you that much then I’ll get rid of them—gift it to a friend. You alright, my big jealous baby?” Your hands went up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you, his expression slowly softing. Xavier could be difficult at times—jealous over the smallest things—but you loved him all the same. Honestly, you might’ve loved him even more for it, especially when he was jealous of himself.

When you notice Xavier’s needy and doubting gaze you decide to show him how much his feelings mean to you, pulling his face to yours and planting a tender and gentle kiss on his lips. He slowly melts into the kiss, his fingers curling around the nape of your neck, holding you close as your lips move in sync.

Xavier loved you—so much that the thought of you loving anyone else, even another version of himself, was unbearable. Tonight was going to be a long night to comfort him. He’d made sure of it.

Xavier burned the plushie the next day. He also gave away every piece of Lumiere merch you had bought. When you asked what happened to them, he simply said he 'took care of it' and quickly changed the subject.

A/N: my bad it wasn’t exactly 30 hours. Was stuck in a meeting, forgive me😓. Anyways, I love my little baby bunny so much. HE’S JUST SO SQUISHYYY!!! Please give me requests, ya’lls, work and studies got my brain empty of ideas. Stay delusional! Just like me, hehe. (*´∀`*) dividers by @omi-resources

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mymoodwriting · 2 days ago

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Request for Anon (Octopus!Hybrids 127) 5.1k, yandere themes, swimming, bites, poison, stalking, creep vibes, alcohol consumption, hangover, kidnapping, restraints, manipulation, tentacles, drugs, sedatives, non-con, dub-con, groping, fingering, undressing (@starillusion13)

“This vacation is long overdue.”

You couldn’t agree more as you took in a deep breath of fresh air, the sounds of rolling waves and seagulls all around. Not only were you finally taking a vacation from work, this was also a girls getaway. You had stayed close with your college friends, and you had all decided to reunite by renting a beach house and enjoying some sun. The place you were staying at seemed so welcoming and lovely, so you were all eager to explore. When you first arrived you just spent the day going around, enjoying good food and chatting with locals. This led you to going on a boat ride to see more of the area.

The captain spoke of the sea and the wildlife that the fishermen caught. There were a couple islands around too that one could visit and you all agreed to explore them some other day. Although there was one island that was quite far from the rest. You couldn’t help but ask about it, and the captain only laughed. They told you that the island was off limits as people who go there don’t tend to come back. You didn’t ask for anymore details, not wanting to know what kind of stories made the locals ban access to a whole island. When you returned to shore the sun was still shining and you all decided to go down to the beach and enjoy the water.

You returned to the house to get your swimsuits and then headed over. The cool water was refreshing although you wanted to bask in the sun so you separated from the group, going over to these rocks and climbing atop one. You closed your eyes and faced the sky, enjoying the warmth and peaceful atmosphere. After a while you suddenly felt that something was off and opened your eyes. It took a second but then you noticed someone in the water below, and it wasn’t any of your friends. For a moment you thought you were imagining things, but the person in the water moved closer, revealing themselves to be some guy.

“… hi…”

“You’re as beautiful as a goddess.”

“Uh… thanks…”

You weren’t sure how this encounter was going to go, but you didn’t expect that. The guy swam closer, climbing out of the water and onto the rocks. He carefully made his way over to your side, a warm smile on his face.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m y/n, what about you?”

“Jungwoo. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Are you visiting? You don’t seem familiar.”

“Yeah, just a girls trip.”

“Nice. You know, me and my friends could show you around, and there’s this big festival tomorrow night in the town square.”

“I appreciate the offer, but my friends and I have our own plans.”

“Well, if you change your mind I’m sure we’ll run into each other.”

“Maybe.”

Jungwoo chuckled and then grabbed your arm, pulling you along into the water. You yelled in surprise and then went under with him. You realised he let go, and as you tried to surface you felt a sting on your shoulder. You couldn’t see anything around you and just continued to swim up. Once you broke the surface you realized you were alone, but the pain in your shoulder remained. You glanced over to see what appeared to be a bite mark of some kind, but you couldn’t be sure. Jungwoo disappeared just as mysteriously as he appeared, but you had other things to worry about.

You swam back over to your friends, and they immediately noticed the bite mark. You felt fine, but everyone agreed you needed to get it checked out. Thankfully there was a clinic nearby and a doctor saw you right away. The doctor informed you it was an octopus bite, and it was harmless. You’d just need to apply some ointment and be careful in the water. At least this wouldn’t get in the way of your vacation, and everyone was relieved you were alright. It was late by the time you got back to the beach house, all of you deciding to order some food and unpack. The good times had only just begun.

🖤

The next morning you all went back into town, wanting to browse the morning market. There were fresh fruits and pastries, which really helped balance out the smell of the sea. The local fishermen were also present in the market, selling their fresh catches. You all discussed the idea of buying some groceries and cooking dinner when you suddenly ran into a familiar face.

“Told ya we’d run into each other.”

“Small town, I guess.”

“Oh, who’s this y/n?” Your friend Vik asked. “You know him?”

“Kinda. We met yesterday.”

“Seriously? When?”

“While-”

“The details don’t matter too much.” Jungwoo cut in. “I’m just glad to see you again. These must be the friends you mentioned before. It’s nice to meet you all, I’m Jungwoo. I was telling y/n before that my friends and I would love to show you around, free of charge of course. We know all the best places.”

Before you could really say anything to deter your friends from this, you could see they were all agreeing to the idea. Not to mention that a moment later some other guys came over, introducing themselves as Jungwoo’s friends. With everyone getting to know each other, and smiles all around, it was only normal you’d be hanging out with them for the rest of the day. It wasn’t really a bad thing, and you couldn’t blame your friends either. You were all single, and these guys were really pretty. This was a vacation after all, and there were many ways to have fun. Even if you had been a bit weary of this whole thing at first, they were great guides and very friendly. You were certainly growing to enjoy their company.

“There’s this great seafood restaurant out of town.” Taeyong suggested. “We should totally go. It’s not too far, and a party this big gets us a nice discount.”

“Yeah. The town is known for their seafood, and that restaurant is the best.” Johnny added. “You have to go to that place at least once during your stay.”

Given how they spoke highly of the place, there was no doubt you’d be going. You made a quick trip out of town, the restaurant placed right by the sea, having an open view and letting in some fresh air. You were all seated together, you with your girls and the boys on the other side of the table.

“We should get the seafood special.” Haechan suggested. “It’s like a sample platter with all the best stuff, and it’s well worth it. We can order a few for the table. That way you can try it all.”

You agreed with their suggestion, and they did not let you down. The food was good, plus add in a few drinks, and you were all having a good time. Of course this wasn’t the end as Yuta brought up the big festival in the town square happening that night. You had to pass through just to get back to the house, so you might as well stick around for a bit of it. Together you all returned, seeing the place decorated and filled with bright lights. Live music was playing, and many of the morning booths were now carnival games and other forms of entertainment. You didn’t even know what this festival was for, but you were already in a great mood, so it didn’t matter. Next thing you knew you had another drink in hand and were dancing in the center of the square with strangers.

At some point during all of that you had lost sight of your friends. That seemed to snap you back to reality, but it did not last. You were suddenly feeling dizzy, stumbling back in your steps. Something felt wrong as you felt yourself trembling, the drink in hand slipping from your grasp. Although you never heard the sound of glass breaking. Instead you found yourself backing into someone’s arms, looking up and vaguely able to make out Jaehyun’s face. When you opened your mouth to speak you felt the rim of a glass being pressed to your lips, a sweet liquid sliding down your throat. You gagged a bit but Jaehyun grabbed your chin to keep you still.

“You should finish your drink.”

You didn’t really have any strength to fight, swallowing down most of what was given to you. That’s when you saw the blurry face of Doyoung in front of you, holding up your glass and an empty one. You weren’t feeling much better, rather exhausted and struggling to stay on your feet. Jaehyun swiftly picked you up in his arms, holding you bridal style. You had no idea where he was taking you, but the sounds of the festival started to fade, as did the bright colors. You felt a bit cold, pressing yourself against Jaehyun with whatever strength you had. A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and you could feel the thrum of his chest. He was surprisingly warm.

“Look at her, she’s so cute.”

You could hear voices around you as you were set down on something soft. You think you were in some kind of room, but you still had no idea where. Sleep was tugging your eyes closed, but you didn’t want to fall unconscious when you had no idea what was happening. You felt hands trail along your body, some fingers intertwining with you, followed by soft wet kisses up your arm.

“I do like her.”

“But the question is if she’s good for us.”

“I don’t see why not.”

“We have to check first.”

Despite your state you could still understand somethings, like your shirt getting pulled up to expose your chest, warm hands slipping under your bra to squeeze your breasts.

“… stop… it…”

“Sh, we’re not gonna hurt you.”

“… hm…”

You lazily tried to get whoever was touching you off, but other hands grabbed yours, gently pinning them above your head. Then you began to feel hands pulling down your pants past your knees. You whimpered and tried to close your legs, but you just heard a bunch of giggles. Another hand dipped into your panties and down to your center, fingers rubbing against your folds, making you mewl.

“I think she’s good for breeding season.”

“So we’re gonna take her with us?”

“Not yet. We still have to prepare somethings, but we have time.”

“… stop… hm… please…”

“Sh, sh, sh, just sleep love.”

You were struggling to stay awake, but fighting with all your remaining strength. Even if you couldn’t keep your eyes open for long, you were still aware of the sensations all around. You shouldn’t be enjoying such things, but it was hard to resist the nice sensation. Although that wasn’t the focus for long as you felt something slimy against your lips, slowly pushing its way into your mouth. You gagged from the initial intrusion, but didn’t resist much. Whatever it was, it smoothly traveled down your throat, and you started to taste something sweet and warm. It seemed to be the last thing you needed to lull you to sleep as you finally slipped into the void.

🖤

You inhaled softly as you regained consciousness, snuggling against your pillow. Then as your senses began to return to you your eyes shot open and you sat up. You examined your body and saw yourself dressed in the same clothes from last night. You felt a bit odd, and when you looked around you saw you were in your room, you were back at the beach house. Although you didn’t remember making it back here at all.

“Y/n, you up?”

A knock at your door was followed by Misu sticking her head into the room, smiling when she saw you were awake.

“How you feeling?”

“What… uh… what happened?”

“We drank too much last night.” Misu chuckled. “I’m guessing you’re feeling the hangover right now.”

“Oh… yeah, definitely.”

“Let’s take it easy today. You wanna join us for a morning walk? The fresh air might help.”

“Yeah, let me just change first.”

“Got it.”

You needed a moment just to mentally prepare yourself to stand up. You remembered drinking last night, but not having one to many. Then again you wouldn’t really know when you crossed a line until the next day. You took a deep breath and got up, going to the bathroom and freshening up before changing and heading down to meet up with the girls. The morning air was nice and you all agreed on finding a nice place for breakfast. While walking around you bumped into Yuta and Mark, the two happily greeting your group.

“Good morning, ladies, how are you feeling?”

“More or less okay.” Lyla spoke. “Last night was real fun, thanks.”

“We’re glad you enjoyed yourself. We were actually on our way to meet up with our friends for breakfast, do you want to join us?”

“That sounds like fun, I’m in.”

You didn’t verbally agree, feeling a bit uneasy, but your friends were already dragging you along. Besides, the boys mentioned this place had hangover drinks, which you all needed right now. The rest of the boys were happy to see you and this time around you all sat intermingled with each other, meaning you wound up sandwiched between Taeyong and Jungwoo. The conversation was lively, but you didn’t feel like talking much, so you kept to yourself. That uneasy feeling hadn’t gone away either, if anything it had gotten worse now.

Since you weren’t really paying attention you didn’t realize the others had agreed on spending the day together again. It was too late to object, so you just followed along the group. The boys treated you to some street food, suggesting a climb up to the lighthouse. That did sound nice, and you were still happy to go. Thankfully there wasn’t too much attention on you, so no one was calling you out on your silence and trying to get you to engage. Or maybe they did notice but weren’t gonna push it since apparently you had too much to drink last night. The climb to the top of the lighthouse wasn’t too bad, and the view was certainly worth it. You could see the islands, and the breeze was so nice.

“Hey, I heard that one of the islands is off limits.” Ally asked. “What’s the story there?”

“Ah, you heard about that.” Taeyong chuckled. “Supposedly there are some scary monsters on that island, man-eating monsters. If you want, we can go visit, we’ll keep you safe.”

“There’s no need for that. I think we’ll pass on the offer.”

“Does that mean you have a boat?” Misu questioned.

“Yeah, you guys want to go for a ride? Or visit one of the other islands?”

“Yes, please!”

Another boat ride did sound nice, and you weren’t gonna kill the mood either. There were a few islands you could choose from, but ultimately you could go to one and back before sunrise. You all agreed to let the boys choose, and found yourself on an island that did a lot of farming. This is where the fresh fruits came from, and the farmers happily welcomed you. They seemed to know the boys and had a good relationship which made the trip easier. The farmers let you pick some fruit and enjoy them, suggesting you take some back with you free of charge. The quick visit was nice, and you returned to the mainland before sunset.

“Why don’t we grab dinner?” Mark suggested. “There’s this place that does ice cream desserts.”

You were feeling better compared to the morning, but that uneasy feeling hadn’t gone away. It was best to get dinner and go to bed on a full stomach so you had no problem following the group. Although you did wind up between Yuta and Doyoung this time.

“You should try this.” Yuta slid over some ice cream. “I think you’ll like it.”

“… thanks.”

After dinner you all parted ways, and you were glad to finally be back at the house. You said your good night to the girls and took a shower, making sure to point ointment on your octopus bite. It had mostly healed now, and would likely be gone by the time this vacation was over. Once you were clean you happily curled up under the blankets, quickly falling asleep.

🖤

The next morning was strangely quiet. You had gotten up and prepared for the day, only to discover the rest of the girls were stuck in bed, feeling sick. Something from dinner must have upset them, but you ate with them too, so you had no idea why you were fine. Thankfully it just seemed to be a stomach bug, and you told the girls you were gonna head out to get them medicine. As you were about to head out there was a knock at the door. That uneasy feeling came back, and you carefully opened the door.

“Morning.” Taeyong smiled. “How are you?”

“Fine… how do you know we were here?”

“Small town. Any plans for today?”

“Uh… no… the others are sick so I’m just gonna get them some medicine and make soup.”

“Oh, okay then, let’s go to the clinic and we can accompany you for grocery shopping.”

“I appreciate the offer, but I can go myself.”

“Sure you can.”

You didn’t like this situation, trying to close the door only for Johnny to place his hand on it and keep it open. All kinds of bad situations crossed your mind, and you were trying to keep your composure.

“Let go… please…”

“We came all the way here for you.” Haechan stated. “We’re not gonna leave without you.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t make things difficult.”

You were worried about your friends, but in the moment you were more fearful for yourself. So you ran, bolting for the back door and hoping to get away from them and get help. You didn’t dare look back, but you could hear footsteps chasing after you. Only when you turned a corner did you see out of the corner of your eye Johnny and Jaehyun chasing you. The sound of your heart pounding in your chest was the only thing you could hear. When you made it outside you thought you could really get away, only for a hand to grab your arm and yank you back.

It was all a blur for a moment, but you felt another sting on your arm and yelled. A hand quickly covered your mouth, and Johnny wrapped an arm around you, keeping your back pinned to his chest while he kept you quiet. You struggled for a moment, but your arm was burning, and your vision was starting to get hazy. You felt your strength leaving you, the bit of adrenaline from fear doing nothing to help your situation. Johnny’s hold on you loosened when you stopped fighting, and he picked you up in his arms. You weakly tried to push yourself away from him, but you had no strength to fight back.

Your vision was fading in and out, all you could see was Johnny’s face and the sky. Although after a while you began to hear the sounds of waves. You got worried, making more of an effort to move and vaguely able to recognize the boats around you. They had taken you to the dock, and you remembered they had a boat. You tried to break free as you realized this, but Johnny didn’t even pay you attention, knowing your efforts were in vain. You felt the slight rock of a ship, confirming that Johnny had boarded with you in hand, then he took you below deck. He set you down on a bed, telling you to rest and not to worry about anything, but that was easier said than done.

“… let… me… go… please…”

“Sh, sh, sh, you’re so cute like this. Just relax.”

“I… I said… let… go… please… please…”

“Y/n, just-”

You managed the energy to scream, even though you knew you should have done so before you were aboard the ship. Still, you were terrified and were desperate to do anything besides sleep. Although your cries of anguish were cut short as you felt something slimy slip past your lips and down your throat. It quickly gagged you, and the sensation was rather familiar. Your eyes were wide and you tried to grab whatever this was but Johnny stopped you. Whatever was going on, he was aware of it and was letting it happen. You squirmed, panic trying to overtake your senses until you got a taste of this sweet substance sliding on your tongue and down your throat.

“Sh, just relax, and close your eyes. Everything’s gonna be just fine.”

You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes, but Johnny didn’t change his tune.

“Take your medicine like a good girl and sleep. You have nothing to worry about.”

Despite your desire to fight you felt like this thing in your mouth was melting away your strength, slowly lulling you to sleep. Johnny only let go when he saw your body go limp, the slimy object from your mouth moving away. You gagged and took in a deep breath, the lingering sweetness on your tongue. You tried to move, but nothing happened. Instead Johnny draped a blanket over you, leaving you to rest. No matter how badly you wanted to stay awake, you couldn’t, your eyelids growing heavy and you slowly drifted off to sleep.

🖤

When you regained consciousness later you had no idea how much time had passed. You felt a bit groggy, but you had your strength back and could move once again. You slowly got up, noticing a curtain on the wall and reaching over to pull it back. It revealed a porthole, and all you saw on the other side was water. That, plus the soft motions of the ground, you were surely out on the sea by now. You didn’t really have a plan, but you certainly didn’t just want to sit around and wait for your kidnappers to return. You carefully opened the door to the room you were in, peeking out and seeing that no one else was present. You noticed a ladder down to your left and figured that would take you to the upper deck.

Once again you were careful as you climbed up, peeking your head out first to take in your surroundings. The boat appeared to be empty, and you weren’t sure what that meant. You slowly climbed out and onto the upper deck, remaining low and making your way to the ledge. From there you could confirm your worst fears. You were out on the water, and the docks were a ways away. Still, you had no other options, and figured you might be able to swim back. Either way, you wanted off this boat. You glanced around once more before climbing over the edge but before you could get into the water you were pulled back.

“When did you get up here?”

“Let go!”

Yuta had caught you trying to sneak off, but you weren’t just going to submit. You struggled to free yourself from his grasp, and the two of you ultimately wound up falling overboard. The water wasn’t freezing, but it was still cold. Although it was the least of your worries. You looked around until you noticed the docks and started swimming in their direction. You thought you could get some distance between you and the boat, only to be grabbed again and dragged under. Instinctively you fought back, only to get bitten on your arm again. You freed yourself and quickly surfaced, ignoring the pain and finding the docks once more.

You were desperate to get away, yet your movements began to feel stiff, and you found it hard to move at all. You didn’t know what was happening, but it didn’t matter as Yuta caught up to you, pulling you closer to him. He grabbed your arm and looked at the bite mark, and this time you saw the purple veins around it. This bite was poisonous. You started freaking out, but Yuta merely laughed, which didn’t help the situation at all. You couldn’t move much anyway, so he dragged you back to the boat.

“Relax. You’re not gonna die. That’s just a paralyzing agent.”

“What?”

“You won’t be able to move at all in a few minutes, so let’s get you out of the water before then.”

When you got back to the boat some of the others helped you get back in, wrapping you up in a towel and trying to dry you up. Now that you weren’t in the water you got a better look at yourself. Besides the second purple bite mark on your arm, you noticed marks on your legs and arm, similar to suction marks an octopus might leave behind. You thought Yuta had grabbed you back in the water, but this was something different. The marks on you suggested this creature to be huge, yet the bite mark was much smaller.

Then you thought back to the bite mark you had gotten at the house, you were nowhere near water, and you didn’t recall seeing an octopus either. You looked over that mark again, seeing a darker red ring around it. This one had likely done something to you as well. Before you could think about it anymore Doyoung and Jungwoo were taking you back down below deck. You could barely move, so for the most part they carried you, setting down some towels on the bed and laying you back down.

“… where… where are you… taking me…?”

“Some place no one will find you.” Jungwoo giggled. “Promise.”

“Jungwoo.” Doyoung scolded. “Just rest, everything will be okay.”

“Please… please don’t kill me…”

“We will do no such thing.”

They left you alone for what felt like eternity, and you couldn’t really fall asleep this time. Instead you could only lie there and wait. Eventually someone came back, Jaehyun and Mark. The two dried you up, wrapping you in a fresh towel before they took you to the upper deck. The sky wasn’t as bright anymore, and you realized the boat had docked. You managed to look out at the sea, unable to see much of anything.

“Where… where am I?”

“Somewhere safe. Don’t worry, we’ll protect you from the monsters.”

“Monsters…”

It dawned on you then that this place was likely the forbidden island. Your heart sank as you realized Jungwoo’s words were true. No one would ever find you here. You started sobbing, feeling some strength in your body, but not enough to get up and run, not enough to scream.

“No, no, no, don’t cry.” Taeyong cooed, kneeling down before you and wiping away the tears. “Nothing bad is gonna happen to you, I promise.”

“Please… please… take me back… I won’t…. I won’t tell… please…!”

“Sh. Let’s get you settled in first. You’ll stop crying then.”

You shook your head but it changed nothing. Johnny helped you to your feet and then picked you up in his arms, carrying you off the boat. Once you were on the beach he put you down, holding you up and letting you walk, leading you into the woods. Every step you took felt so heavy, but you couldn’t go back. After a while the trees and surrounding plant life revealed a giant body of water connected to a waterfall with a beautiful house in plain view. It was honestly stunning that for a moment you forgot why you were there.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Johnny commented. “I think you’ll like it here.”

“… no…”

You heard laughter as some of the others ran past you and jumped into the water, going under and not surfacing. That put you on edge but it was only the beginning. Johnny pushed you forward and before you knew it you were walking into the water. He kept an arm around your waist, keeping you afloat when you could no longer feel the ground beneath you. Yet you began to feel something else wrapping around your legs. You screamed and held onto Johnny, but he merely laughed.

“I’m sure you’ll make a great mom.”

“Huh?”

Johnny pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into a deep kiss. You got a taste of the sweetness once more, your head starting to get fuzzy. Even if you didn’t want this, as your mind began to get hazy you found yourself kissing back, welcoming his touch. When he pulled back your vision was rose tinted and glassy, but you could make out the smile on Johnny’s lips. You suddenly felt a hand on your head, petting you, looking over to see Taeyong with a smile on his face too.

“Welcome to our world.”

“… hm…?”

Out of the corner of your eye you noticed something moving in the water, seeing some tentacles rising out of the water and curling around your arms. It finally dawned on you that these guys weren’t exactly human. Too many weird things had happened to you since you arrived and it was all building to this.

“… what… what are you…?”

“You’ll see.”

You felt something wet and slimy wrap around your neck, pulling you back. There was no denying what it was now, and one of those tentacles pushed its way past your lips and down your throat, another sweet substance overwhelming your senses. You started struggling to breathe and then you were yanked under the water. You panicked for a moment before you realized you were fine, you could breathe. The water around you rippled and you saw someone dive down into the water, then the tentacles around your legs pulled you down. It seemed to be dark the further down you went, but there was no escaping now. Perhaps you had been caged the moment they laid eyes on you.

🖤

“Isn’t she adorable.”

Yuta and Taeyong sat on the mini dock by the house, legs in the water. They could see you floating in the water, giddy and messing around with some of the others. You were covered in bites and tentacle marks, their proud handy work.

“She won’t try to leave, right?”

“How would she even get off the island? She doesn’t know how to drive a boat. Besides, in time, she might not even remember how to walk on land.”

“I like that idea.”

“She won’t be going anywhere any time soon. We’ve already pushed her into the depths of her own mind, I doubt she’ll surface easily. I mean, look at her, she’s so happy, why would she ruin that for herself.”

“You know how humans can be, free will and all that.”

“True, but this one, this one is ours.”

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i love the nightlife pairing: hozier x transmasc!reader rating: explicit (18+) tags: First Meetings, Hook-Ups, Blow Jobs, Fingering words: 6.8k note: there is no language regarding AFAB anatomy in this fic. cocks and holes abound.

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title from I Love the Nightlife by Alicia Bridges divider by: sylusz

Clubs have never really been your thing.

Getting drunk in a loud, dark, moderately humid building packed with people isn’t exactly your idea of a good time. You much prefer a glass of whiskey in the comfort of your favorite spot on your couch, usually coupled with a book or another re-watch of The Sopranos. You like boring. You thrive in the safe and mundane.

Yet, here you are, braced against the bar top at a local gay club that advertises $5 well drinks on Thursday nights. You shout your drink order to a handsome gentleman with an enviable mustache and the tightest black tank top you’ve ever seen. He hands you a slightly overpoured whiskey with a wink and a purposeful brush against your hand.

As your face burns in embarrassment, you decide that maybe now is the time to head outside and get some air. You’ve already lost your roommate, Mason, who fucked off to chat up a silver fox of a bear with a leather vest and a pelt of chest hair unlike anything you’ve ever seen. You’re impressed and also a little envious that your own chest hair isn’t quite as robust.

With Mason otherwise occupied (despite the fact that he pleaded with you to come out tonight), you wander out to the patio where the music doesn’t reverberate through your chest. It’s a lovely, mild spring evening, a fresh breeze lapping at your overheated skin and cooling the sheen of sweat on your forehead.

You beeline for the empty table located in a far corner, collapsing into the chair and sinking into it as you let out a long sigh. A glance at your phone tells you that it’s only 11 PM, and the party inside hasn’t even truly started yet. It’s an easy choice to stay out here and eavesdrop on the conversations of strangers rather than go back inside and be wildly overstimulated.

Worst case scenario, you’re taking a taxi back to your flat without your roommate in tow. You have his location on your phone, and you figure that he’s a big boy who can make his own choices, no matter how dumb and misguided.

“Are you hiding out, as well?”

The voice startles you, and you whip around to meet hazel eyes through thick-rimmed glasses, and a soft, pretty smile. This man looks like he’s been ripped straight from your fantasies—tall and lanky with dark curls that frame his face. His denim jacket is decorated with pins of different musicians and pop culture references, only some of which you understand. His denim jeans are a near perfect match in color to the jacket, and his tucked in t-shirt reveals a black belt with a silver buckle.

For the last 20 minutes or so, you’ve noticed this gentleman hovering in your periphery. With every glance, you’d catch his gaze for only a moment before he quickly turned to look away. Slightly unnerving given his unknown intentions, but this man looks at you almost reverently now as he grabs your attention.

You let out a little laugh and nod. “Yeah, my roommate…he dragged me out here just to abandon me after ten minutes.”

The man hums in amusement. “Ah, that sounds familiar. It’s my friend’s birthday, yet I seem to have lost her somewhere. Have you seen a short, blonde lass with a…” he gestures vaguely at his head. “You know, a birthday headband thing.”

You shake your head. “Sorry, can’t say I have.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, I figured not. I’ve no clue where she’s run off to now, though it may be better not to know, honestly.”

“She's a slippery one, then?”

The man laughs, revealing rows of pearly white teeth. “Slippery as a fuckin’ eel. I’m not too worried, though. Worst she’ll do is overindulge on Hurricanes.” He pulls a disgusted face and shakes his head.

He introduces himself as Andrew before offering you a cigarette from a softened pack he pulls from his pocket. Drunk you is far less discerning about such vices, so you accept and allow him to light it for you with the flick of a Zippo as you take a drag.

After a brief pause, he tilts his head and asks, “You didn’t happen to attend Trinity, did you?”

You shake your head. “Nah, sorry. I didn’t.”

Andrew nods. “Right, sorry. Thought you looked familiar, is all.” He falters as he tucks his hair behind his ear.

There’s something about him that’s familiar to you, as well, but you can’t remember ever meeting him previously. You’re sure you’d remember a face and a dazzling smile like that.

Though you can’t be entirely sure, there’s a non-zero chance that this man is flirting with you. You’re not surprised so much as you’re caught off-guard. Mason is normally the one to get hit on, especially by tall, dark, handsome men like this. Except, Mason isn’t here, is instead chasing a man more in line with his own personal interests (namely, an abundance of graying hair and shoulders the width of a linebacker’s), and Andrew’s attention is focused squarely on you.

You wonder if perhaps he’s a straight man out of his element. A rogue birthday girl is about, after all. Maybe he got roped into attending the club at her request. It’s not uncommon, and you’ve had a few swings and misses in the past from similar situations. No harm, no foul. Rejection hurts far less when you never had a shot to begin with.

“So…what do you do, then? Work, or school, or…?”

You blink at him, confused. “Oh, uh, work. My dad’s a mechanic. I work at his shop in Bray.”

Andrew nods, averting his gaze to the whiskey in his hand as he gently swirls the glass. Awkward silence falls between you as you fidget with your own drink. You’re terrible at this, unsure of how to navigate the conversation when you’re not entirely sure what his angle is. You suppose you could just ask, but the words die in your throat as you meet his eyes.

“In Bray? North or South?”

With a frown, you respond, “Just south of the County Wicklow line.”

“Ah…I, ehm...don’t know much about cars. I suppose that’s why mechanics exist to begin with, huh? Anyway, you provide an invaluable service to…y’know…the community…”

His face scrunches as he cringes outwardly.

“Okay, that was not…Jesus Christ. I’m so sorry if I’ve bothered you, just ignore me,” he says, and you can make out the flush on his cheeks against his pale skin as he lets out a nervous laugh. “I didn’t mean to…I’ll leave you to it. I’m sure you were looking for some peace, and here I am just chatting away.”

Guilt grips your chest as you shake your head quickly. “Oh, no! I’m not bothered! Just…bad at small talk, is all.”

He seems to relax a touch as he runs a hand through his frizzy curls. “God, yeah. Me, too. As I’m sure you can tell.”

“Well, to be fair, I haven’t given you much to work with, have I?”

Just as he opens his mouth to reply, a high-pitched voice calls out, “Andrew!”

The two of you turn at the shouting of his name. A lively blonde with a Birthday Girl headband and a sunset orange drink bounds up to you with the type of drunk grin that comes from one too many cocktails.

“Karen, Jesus fucking Christ! Where did you run off to? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

The woman—Karen—merely shrugs, scrunching her vaguely bloodshot eyes.

“Caoimhe and I were dancing upstairs. Have you been upstairs, Andy? It’s so cool, and the bartenders are quite heavy-handed up there.” Faltering, Karen turns to you looking perplexed. “Oh, hello there!”

“Hi,” you say with a short wave of your hand, then gesture towards her birthday headband. “Happy birthday.”

“Aw, thank you so much!” Karen turns back to Andrew and says, “Yeah, seems like you were looking for me real hard, Andy, and not at all flirting with anyone.” She turns to give you an exaggerated wink as Andrew claps his hands together with a grimace.

“All right! Karen! Thank you so much for that. Maybe you should go find Caoimhe again, yeah? Or, Saoirse. Or, Max. Or, literally anyone else.”

“Right, right, I’ll be gone in a moment.” Karen waves a dismissive hand before addressing you directly. “Watch out for this one, yeah? Mr. Hozier here has rockstar sensibilities, so don’t fall for his meek and mild act. He’s more of the mischievous and misbehaving type, especially when he’s trying to bed some—”

“Okay!” Andrew interrupts loudly as he digs into his pocket while gently pushing Karen back towards the building. “Karen, love? Here. Go get some water, and maybe some pretzels?”

She takes the crumpled €20 note from his hand. “Wow, bribery. That’s new.” She looks back at you and says brightly, “He must really be interested in you if he’s—”

“Karen, for the love of God, please.”

“Right, fine! I’m going, I’m going! But, this note is going towards another Hurricane, Andrew!”

Karen scuttles away with another wink and a wave thrown over her shoulder before she disappears into the crowd, only visible by the glittering of her headband until the crowd swallows her whole. You blink after her, equal parts amused and befuddled. What a fascinating woman.

Andrew presses his palm to his forehead. “I am…so sorry about her. Love her to death, I do, but she’s a bit of a loud mouth.”

Despite the amusing display, you’re caught up on one small detail—Andrew is, in fact, Hozier. You’ve only ever listened to his songs as part of a playlist rotation, never actually looking into the man himself. Everything you’ve ever heard about him (which is to say, not a whole lot) has only ever been positive, yet you’re still surprised by his lack of…well, ego. The man is a bonafide hometown hero, and you’re honestly shocked he hasn’t received more attention from patrons this evening.

“Seems she spilled your secret, aye?”

Andrew laughs awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck. “I suppose it’s not much of a secret. I just wasn’t sure if you…I mean, you didn’t say anything, and it felt weird to…”

“No, I get it. I thought you looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you. But, yeah, I’m sure it feels weird to introduce yourself as a rockstar.”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, rockstar might be a stretch. I’m just a guy with a guitar, really.”

“Right. Simply a man with a guitar and a voice and thousands upon thousands of fans,” you say with a nod before downing the rest of your drink. It settles warmly in your stomach as you wince at the bite of it on your tongue. “So, Mr. Humble, do you make a habit of flirting with random men on your nights out, or…?”

Anxiety gnaws at you as a blush heats your face. He hasn’t contested anything Karen said so far. If Andrew is interested in anything more than a bit of friendly chit-chat, you’re certainly not going to deny him the opportunity.

“Not all the time,” he shrugs, then laughs to himself as he stares at his own nearly empty glass. “I apologize if I’m being too…forward, I suppose. Two of these, and suddenly I’m the most talkative person in the room. It also makes flirting with attractive men a lot easier.”

You can’t bite back your bashful laugh as you turn to hide your grin.

“Don’t worry, my roommate is much the same. Get a few drinks into him, and he won’t shut the fuck up about Thin Lizzy for hours. Thank God he hasn’t come out here, otherwise I’m sure he’d be teasing me about chatting you up.”

He raises a curious eyebrow. “Are you? Chatting me up, I mean?”

You raise an eyebrow in return. “Well, it’s not as fun if I just tell you outright.”

Andrew is all smiles as he nods in agreement. “Right, of course. You’ve got to keep the mystery and suspense going, surely.”

After a beat, your own smile falters. If you’re going to go any farther trying to woo this man who is seemingly interested, you figure it’s best to be upfront with him. Separate the wheat from the chaff and all that.

“Right,” you echo. “Listen, before anything happens, it’s probably best to let you know that I’m trans. I like to get that out of the way up top, that way nobody wastes any time.”

Andrew blinks. “Oh! That’s—that’s wonderful! I mean, not wonderful, like—it’s great that you’re—fuck me, I’m really not good at this, am I?” He laughs to himself as he drags a hand down his face. “Sorry, it’s been a minute since I’ve flirted with anyone, so, please bear with me.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I’ve absolutely no issue, if you’re worried. I appreciate you letting me know, and I don’t want you to feel…well, I hope I don’t come off as the type to be put off by that.”

Butterflies in your stomach force a startled laugh out of you. “There’s hardly a type. It’s more a case-by-case situation. Though, you’ve had the most amusing response so far, I must say.”

Andrew tilts his head. “Does that mean I have competition, then?”

The forthrightness of the question stuns you, but you shake it off and shrug casually. “Perhaps.”

It’s a baldfaced lie. Any suitors you’ve had in the past have been swiftly ghosted or blocked depending on the circumstance. A fair few of them were chasers who only viewed you as a fetishistic fantasy, while others were simply too clingy or wanted to move far too quickly for your taste. The good faith folks you’ve dated haven’t been a great fit either, typically falling into the categories of too boring or too adventurous or too fuckboy for your liking.

Andrew seems different. His awkwardness is endearing, his reaction to your divulsion relatively mild compared to others. He doesn’t seem put off at all, yet he’s not suddenly chomping at the bit to rush you home the way others have previously. He just seems…well, interested. In you.

What a novelty to intrigue someone who is lauded as Ireland’s answer to Bruce Springsteen.

“I suppose I’ll have to find a way to stand out from the crowd, then.” He shrugs before finishing off what remains in his glass, eyeing you in amusement as you try to find a response that isn’t just spluttered sounds.

He looks back towards the outdoor bar, then meets your eyes with a hesitant question on his lips. “What’re you drinking?”

“Jameson,” you reply, shrugging when Andrew gives you a look as though the answer offends him.

“I’ll be right back.” You try to ignore the gooseflesh that breaks out along your arms as his hand gently brushes your shoulder before he’s wandering away towards the bar. You decide to sit on one of the empty couches that’s slightly tucked away from prying eyes. You figure that perhaps some semblance of privacy might make whatever this is more comfortable for both of you.

True to his word, Andrew comes back promptly with two glasses. He hands you a lowball glass full of amber liquid before plopping down next to you, your thighs nearly touching. He seems more at ease now, turning his body to face you. His elbow rests on the back of the couch, his head propped in his hand as he practically beams at you.

“Thank you…” you say warily. “What is it?”

“Try it.” When you frown in response, he huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “It’s whiskey. Better than Jameson, I promise.”

Upon taking a sip, your eyes go wide, and you turn your surprised expression to him. It’s probably one of the best whiskeys you’ve ever tried—dark but sweet, smoky yet smooth, with the faintest hint of ginger and orange underneath.

“Right?” Andrew asks excitedly. “It’s Redbreast, a single pot whiskey. This one apparently has an 18-year aging process. It’s one of my favorites.”

“So, this whiskey is old enough to drink whiskey. Thank you again, by the way. This is fucking fantastic.”

He shrugs. “Well, I can’t leave you drinking well spirits all night, can I?”

Conversation flows easily after that. Andrew asks you broad questions about your work and laughs as he apologizes for not having more background knowledge. You tell him about growing up watching your dad work, finally getting to assist in his repairs and vintage builds as a teen, and your subsequent attendance to a trade school to follow in his footsteps.

“He was so excited about it,” you laugh. “Even changed the name of the business from McKenna’s Mechanics to McKenna & Sons.”

“Oh, that’s lovely,” he sighs.

Andrew regails you with tales of his music journey. He explains his short stint at Trinity where he met the resident birthday girl, as well as a handful of other musically-inclined folks. After making the difficult decision to drop out fairly young, his big break came from a right place, right time situation. Two albums later, and he’s finally home after a US tour that nearly killed him by the end.

“You don’t realize how massive that country is until you’re on a bus for 12 hours just to get to the next state over.”

He starts to get a little more bold in his flirtation as his third drink sets in, and your second drink has you feeling giddy, warm, and unsure of how to reciprocate when he rests an hand on your arm while talking about his best friend and musical partner, Alex.

The conversation hits a bump when you work up the nerve to ask another question that’s buzzed around in your mind the entire evening.

“May I ask a personal question?” you ask tentatively.

Andrew blinks, then nods. “Of course.”

“Forgive me, I’m generally out of touch with anything related to the internet these days. But…I hadn’t heard that you, um…? I mean, all of your songs are—they’re about women, yeah? I don’t know, maybe my finger just isn’t on the queer news pulse like it used to be, but that feels like something I’d have heard about.”

You can tell that the question catches him off guard as he looks away to study the twinkling fairy lights strung along the bordering fence.

“Ah, right. That.”

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to!” you add hastily. “I was just curious, but it’s definitely none of my business.”

“No, no, you’re okay. It’s…complicated. Mostly because it’s more of a…new development. I mean, not—it was always there, but I never…I don’t know, I just never put any stock into it, I suppose.”

“Were you one of those, ‘Yeah, I’d kiss a lad just for kicks, but I’m not gay,’ types?”

With a reddened face and a little laugh, he nods. “Unfortunately, yeah. I thought everyone felt that way, y’know? About finding everyone attractive. I just assumed my own heterosexuality despite the fact that a fair amount of my childhood crushes were boys. And, it’s not like my family is homophobic in any capacity, so you’d think I would have put it together sooner.”

“Hindsight is a funny thing, isn’t it? Looking back on things and realizing how obvious some of those signs were. Like, for me—and, this is going to sound absolutely demented—but I used to fantasize about getting breast cancer when I was a teen.”

Andrew splutters on his drink. “I’m sorry, what?”

You shrug easily. “Dysphoria is a tricky bitch. It makes you think things like that are just standard. Oh, every teenage girl feels that way about their chest. Except, they don’t. Like, at all. In fact, most people react the same way you did when I say that.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean to—”

“No, no worries, you’re fine. What I mean is, it was jarring to learn that most women don’t think that way. Which eventually led me to understand that I am certainly not a woman. It just took the better part of 23 years to put it all together. Which seems mad, right? But, like I said: hindsight.”

Andrew smiles as he lifts his glass to you. “To late bloomers, then.”

You clink your glass to his and nod. “To late bloomers.”

***

When Andrew tentatively asks if you want to dance, you turn to look at the dance floor inside with a grimace. Steam floats out of the open doors, a testament to the sheer amount of bodies mingling together in such a small space. The thought makes you shiver.

“I’m sorry, I’m not much into dancing. Is that okay?”

Thankfully, Andrew looks relieved. “Oh, that’s perfectly okay. I’m not much of a dancer either, but I figured I’d ask in case you were interested.”

Your body is flushed and warm from too much booze, and you can feel sweat begin to break out along your hairline. Andrew looks much the same, grinning as he sways and flips his hair from one side to the other. And, oh, his hand is on your thigh, when did that happen?

Quietly, he asks, “Is this okay?”

You have to look away and clear your throat in an attempt to collect yourself. “Yeah, yes, that’s…perfectly fine.”

He grins brightly, earnestly. “You’re cute when you’re flustered.”

Once again, his forthrightness has you stumbling. “And you are an adorable and very flirty drunk.

Andrew gives you a lopsided grin as he shrugs one shoulder. “What was it Karen said? Mischievous and misbehaving?”

“So there’s merit to that, then?”

“Well, it’s not as fun if I just tell you outright, is it?”

Ah, so he’s going to play this game, throwing your own words back at you in an attempt to fluster you further. To be fair, his plan is working as your face burns all the way to the tips of your ears. But, you can’t let him know that he’s winning. This is an unspoken competition now, the defiance and playfulness in his expression urging you to make your next move.

So, you do. He’s stunned when you reach out to cup his chin in one hand. The touch is light, gentle, but it’s enough to stop him in his tracks and stare at you incredulously.

“Well, I think you’re a lot of talk and no action.” When he doesn’t respond, you smirk. “Is this all it takes to shut you up?”

After a beat, he finally opens his mouth, still staring at you with glazed eyes. “I can think of more lucrative ways to do so.”

You can’t help the cackle that escapes you. “Lucrative for who, exactly?”

He shrugs again. “Both of us, I’d guess. I’d hope.” A pause. “You know…we’re staying at the Grafton tonight. Figured it was better to play it safe with Miss ‘Doesn’t Know When to Quit’ over there.”

When you turn back, you spot Karen standing on the bar just inside, waving her arms around excitedly as a bartender tries to coax her down. “I see what you mean.”

“I’ve got my own room,” he continues casually, as though your heart isn’t about to beat through your fucking chest. “If you’d like to see it. Lovely hotel, and the room has an even lovelier view. Though, I can’t imagine anything quite as lovely as you.”

The laugh that escapes you makes him laugh in return, covering his face and shaking his head as he cries, “That was terrible, I’m so sorry. It came out, and I instantly regretted it. So fucking corny. Jesus Christ.”

Some of the tension dissipates as you smile fondly while he tries to recover from his horrible flirting.

“You really are terrible at this,” you jest. “However…I can’t deny that I’m a little curious about this room with a view. But, won’t Karen be upset if you leave her birthday bash?”

Andrew chuckles. “I doubt she’ll even remember at this point.”

After a quick text to his mates and a message to Mason, you find yourself walking the few blocks it takes to get to the Grafton Hotel. You’re surprised when Andrew takes your hand into his despite the fact that he’d mentioned not being the biggest fan of public affection.

There’s some plausible deniability as you use the opportunity to ensure you’re both drunkenly stumbling on the pavement instead of the road, tugging on his hand to keep him close until he wraps his arm around your shoulders entirely. In return, you slip your arm around his waist and try to stay in stride with him while the hotel glitters like a beacon in the night.

After a piss-poor attempt at acting “natural” while shuffling through the opulent lobby, you stumble into an empty elevator. As soon as the doors close, he’s on you, cupping your face in his hands and kissing you fervently—a testament to his restraint on the walk over here, surely.

Then, he pulls away just as suddenly, eyes wide as an apology spills out. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—I mean, I should have asked first before—”

You hold a hand up to shush him. “I’m a relative stranger you picked up from a club following you up to your hotel room. While I appreciate the thought, kissing is definitely not an issue.”

The room itself is quite nice, and he wasn’t joking about the view. The city twinkles warmly far below, bustling with a lot more traffic than one might expect for a Thursday night. If you were so inclined, you might suggest sitting out on the balcony for a while just to enjoy the breeze. An idea for another time, perhaps, should Andrew ever want to do this again. (You cringe inwardly at the spark of hope within you that maybe he will.)

When you look back at him, Andrew is watching you carefully, wringing his hands and shifting his weight.

“Are you okay?”

He laughs awkwardly. “Yeah! I just…I don’t normally do this, y’know? Hooking up isn’t really…”

“Oh.” You frown. “We don’t have to—”

“No, no, I want to, I’m just…at a loss of where to start. Also…” A pause. “If there’s anything you don’t want me doing in particular, please let me know.”

You can read between the lines. It’s his way of asking you to guide him through this for the sake of your comfort. It’s sweet, more thoughtful than some of your previous trysts, though you hope he doesn’t treat you so preciously the entire night.

After a beat, you reach out to lightly grasp his wrist, smiling softly when he meets your eyes.

“Why don’t you start by kissing me again, yeah?”

At this, he can’t help his bright, flustered smile as he pulls you in for a kiss. It’s softer and sweeter this time as he holds your face, thumbs brushing through prickly stubble from a haphazard attempt at shaving earlier in the day.

The taste of whiskey and ash is on his tongue, the smell of smoke sticking to his hair. You can almost feel his hesitance melt away as your fingers curl into his hair, as he leans into the kiss with a small whimper. A chill runs down your spine when he kisses along your neck, nipping lightly but not enough to leave any lasting mark. A honeyed laugh in your ear makes your face go hot, the sound sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your cock.

Impatient hands shove at his jean jacket until he’s struggling out of it and throwing it to the floor, revealing thin, pale arms with delicate wrists and prominent veins. You marvel at every sharp angle that’s juxtaposed by the softness of his chest, his stomach as you assist in pulling his t-shirt off.

The only coherent thought in your mind isn’t a thought at all, but the primal urge to bite and mark and claim.

Suddenly, you ask, “Do you have a condom?” and he halts his movements to look at you with wide eyes.

“Fuck, I don’t. I didn’t exactly think I was going to hook up with anyone tonight.”

“Damn, neither do I,” you laugh, earning a cheesy, embarrassed smile from him as he shrugs. “No matter. There’s plenty of other things we can do.”

It’s easy enough to get his jeans off once he’s on his back in bed. It seems he’s beginning to understand that he is not the one in charge now, seems to even be delighting in his lack of control. He stares as you slowly undo his belt buckle, hands curled into the sheets beneath him as if it’s the only way he can stop himself from trying to reach out and touch you. With a few giggles and awkward kicks on his part, you finally toss his jeans to the floor.

The outline of his swollen cock is obvious, tenting his black boxers and twitching slightly as you run your hands along his thighs.

You startle when he asks, “Can I see you? You’re wearing far too much.”

And, well…how can you say no when he asked so politely?

As soon as your shirt comes off, his eyes go wide and he blurts out, “Wow. That’s absolutely stunning. The Creation of Adam, yeah?”

He studies your tattoo in fascination as you reply, “Yeah. It’s…a little on the nose, probably. Not the most original scar cover-up ever, but I’m happy with it.”

Andrew huffs a quiet laugh. “I can see how that might be on the nose, yeah. But, I really like it. For whatever that’s worth, I suppose.”

He watches as you pull your jeans off and shuck them aside with the growing pile of clothing on the floor, leaving you in your own boxer briefs that make Andrew chuckle.

“Are those Halloween-themed? Mate…are you aware that it’s May?”

You roll your eyes as you finally crawl into bed, throwing a leg over him and settling on his hips.

“Okay, first of all, I didn’t expect to hook up with anyone tonight either. Second, are you always this antagonistic towards your dates?”

Andrew grins. “Is this a date now?”

You bite out a laugh. “Christ, you are a sassy one.”

“Unfortunately, it’s part of the package deal. No returns or refunds.”

“What about an exchange?”

“Mmm, no, sorry. I can offer you store credit?”

You tilt your head. “That implies that I’d be a returning customer.”

He blinks, swallows, his eyes flitting away nervously before looking back at you. “Well, you know, I’m big on…customer loyalty…and what have you…”

“Andrew,” you say with a smile and a shake of your head. “Do you want to keep bantering, or do you want me to blow you?”

He nods quickly. “Yeah, yes, that. Let’s do your idea.”

Kisses along his body make him squirm as he stares up at the ceiling in embarrassment. A hand pressed to the bulge in his pants pulls the prettiest sounds from him; the heat of your mouth against cotton, against his swollen length forces him to slap a hand over his mouth to muffle his groans. You’re pleased by his reactions—you’ve always loved the vocal ones, and it makes sense that this one would be the most vocal of all.

The trail of hair that disappears beneath his waistband is slowly revealed to you as you peel back the fabric, pressing open-mouthed kisses along that line until his cock is exposed. It’s pretty—long, though not dauntingly thick, the tip already red and leaking despite the fact that you’ve done little to elicit this kind of response.

Eager, you think to yourself with a smirk.

The first press of your tongue along the vein that protrudes just on the underside of his cock makes him gasp. He props himself up on his elbows to watch, wide-eyed and slack-jawed as you take the head into your mouth and suck gently.

He hisses as a hand curls into your hair, as you attempt to take the rest of him without choking or gagging. Your eyes water as you suck in a deep breath through your nose, and you’re suddenly overwhelmed by his scent, dizzied by musk, and sweat, and arousal as you swallow him down.

It’s sloppy, messy as you put on a bit of a show in the hopes of impressing him. It seems that your plan is working out quite well as you meet his heavy-lidded gaze from beneath your lashes, and he groans before letting his head tilt back to reveal the expanse of his throat.

“Feels so fucking good…” It comes out as a cracked whisper that breaks into a breathy moan as his fingers tighten their grip on your hair.

You pull off of him with a lewd pop and stroke him as you catch your breath. When he looks back at you, his pupils are blown out, nearly eclipsing his irises. He already looks so wrecked, and you wonder just how quickly you can make this man completely fall apart.

“Good?” you ask with a grin.

“Yes, fuck, please don’t stop,” he whines.

With a wink, you pause the movement of your hand long enough to spit onto his cock before stroking him again, faster this time as his hips buck into your hand. Andrew’s lets out a short, feverish laugh before whispering, “Fucking filthy.” It alights something in your brain—something warm and excited as his head falls back against the pillow again, seemingly no longer concerned with holding back as he thrusts into the warmth of your mouth when you take him again.

Any semblance of composure is lost when you gently cup his balls, and he bites out a warning of his impending climax between heaving breaths. Determined, you allow him to nearly fuck your throat until he’s whimpering beneath you, hips snapping up until he he muffles a cry. The warmth of his release fills your mouth, slides down your throat, eyes watering as you continue your assault on him while he rides out every wave of pleasure that rolls through him.

He looks wonderfully sated when he opens his eyes again, smiling when you sit up on your knees between his legs.

“Wow,” he laughs as he rubs his eyes. “How am I supposed to follow that up? Jesus.”

You grin as you lean over him, your arms caging his head as you murmur, “With a smile and a thank you for the privilege.”

His mouth drops open for only a moment before he snaps it shut again. Then, a smirk as he asks, “Would you be amenable to doing it like this, then? I’m pretty sure all of my bones have turned to gelatin.”

You blink in surprise. “You…want me to sit on your face?”

Andrew shrugs. “Only if you want to. I’d say it’s a throne fit for a king, but that just seems egotistical, I think.”

With a barked laugh, you reply, “Yeah, a bit, maybe. But, I love the enthusiasm.”

You sit back up long enough to twist around and discard your own boxers. There’s a brief hesitance as you hype yourself up, that inkling of self-consciousness creeping in the way it always does before being on the receiving end of sex acts. It’s not dysphoria so much as it is the general nervousness of performance and expectation—the same feelings you’ve experienced far before beginning your transition journey.

Andrew must notice this hesitation as he says, “Hey, we don’t have to keep going if you don’t want that.”

“No, I want to, I’m just…are you sure?” It’s an out that you extend almost automatically, a way to protect yourself from rejection and hurt by providing an excuse for him to bail. You’re sure it says something about your own control issues, but you push the thought away to be dealt with later.

With a soft sigh, he pats his chest and beckons you closer, saying, “C’mere so I can suck you off already.”

A warmth blooms in your chest as you cover your giddy embarrassment with a laugh. Shuffling on your knees, you move closer, pause, then straddle his face carefully, hovering just above him until his arms are locked around your thighs.

“Tell me if it’s too much, okay?”

Before you can reply, you feel his tongue on your cock, and you fall forward to brace against the headboard.

“Oh,” is the only thing you manage to squeak out as he takes it into his mouth and begins sucking gently. Tears form in your eyes as pleasure shoots up your spine, teetering on the edge of too much as he works. You find yourself absentmindedly thrusting into the feeling, unable to hold back the moans and whines that bubble up.

If he’s never done this before, then his mouth is truly gifted. His tongue teases just below the head, pressing gently as you whimper above him. Arousal slicks his mouth as he feasts on you like a starving man, and you curl a hand into his hair to encourage him further. A slight tug pulls a strangled moan from him, his grip tightening on your thighs as though he’s worried you might try to get away.

He pulls away briefly to catch his breath, licking his shining lips as he asks, “Are you okay with—? Do you like being touched?”

You understand his meaning almost immediately. “Yes, please, fuck.”

One hand releases your thigh, and suddenly two fingers slip into you with ease. You choke on a moan as you push back against them. Your brain and body struggle then, trying to decide between pushing into that pressure as he fills you or grinding against his face. Heat begins to build in your abdomen. Every thrust of his fingers and swipe of his tongue brings you closer and closer to that edge.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you pant out.

All it takes is an errant thumb against your ass, and you’re suddenly falling over the edge, shaky thighs attempting to snap shut as you gasp and cry out. Andrew keeps you in place, doesn’t allow you to move as continues sucking your cock while you clench around him. Expletives fall from your lips mixed with his name, and you nearly choke on a sob as you smack at the top of his head with a breathy, “Stopstopstop, fuck, too much, too much.”

Andrew stops immediately and withdraws his fingers with a chuckled apology. Once he’s released his grip on you, you gently fall onto your back next to him.

“Wow,” you breathe, looking over to grin at him.

“Decent?” he asks. His smug look tells you he knows exactly how well he did.

You roll your eyes and give him a gentle shove to his shoulder. “I’m afraid if I answer that honestly, you won’t be able to fit your giant ego through the door.”

There’s a part of you that expects him to rush you out, but Andrew doesn’t really seem inclined to do so. Instead, he invites you to scoot beneath the duvet with him, lying on your side to face him as he mirrors your position.

Then, he’s asking questions, probing into your likes and dislikes, your favorite music, favorite films, favorite books. Andrew nods along as you speak, eyes wide in an expression you’d liken to veneration. You return his questions in kind, delighted by the way he seems to light up when discussing his musical interests throughout his childhood and adolescence, and his proxy interest in film thanks to his brother.

A chime on your phone breaks the warm bubble of your conversation, and you groan as you reach back to grab it from the bedside table.

Mason

HEY DICKHEAD

DID YOU FUCKIN IRISH GOODBYE ME

IN IRELAND

AS AN IRISH MAN

You

Sure did mate.

Mason

JUDAS

Can’t believe this

I HOPE THE DICK WAS WORTH IT

I want details tomorrow you fuckin scut

“Something wrong?” Andrew asks hesitantly.

You look up at him and shake your head with a little laugh. “Nah, just my roommate being…my roommate. Took him this long to figure out that I’d even left.”

“Oh…do you have to go, then?” There’s something so sweet about the sullenness in his voice, evoking an image of Eeyore in your mind.

“I don’t.” You shake your head. “I can stay as long as you’ll allow it.”

“Careful now,” he says easily as he reaches out to run the back of his fingers against your cheek. “Otherwise you may never be rid of me.”

#hozier fic #hozier x reader #sailor scout stories #hozier smut #edit: removed a line from previous draft that got left there by accident

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rosiecosy · 9 hours ago

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borrowed time୨ৎ

(ak!minghao x vk!reader) - descendants au

- part of the ways to be wicked series

you should’ve said no.

you should’ve turned around the second he whispered, "come with me."

but you didn’t.

not when minghao was looking at you like that—his usual calm cracked just enough to reveal something fragile, something pleading. not when his hand reached for yours, careful, hesitant, like he was afraid you’d pull away.

and now, here you are, stepping into auradon’s grandest ballroom, wearing stolen silk and borrowed time.

everything is gold. the chandeliers hang like frozen fireworks, their glow catching on the marble floors, the polished walls, the delicate glasses filled with sparkling punch. laughter echoes from every corner, light and carefree.

it’s beautiful.

it’s suffocating.

you grip the fabric of your dress, smoothing it down as you take a shaky breath.

this isn’t your world.

and no matter how much silk you wrap yourself in, you’ll never belong here.

minghao must notice your hesitation because he steps closer, voice low. "you okay?"

you turn to him.

he’s perfect here. he doesn’t need to pretend. dressed in midnight blue, silver embroidery tracing delicate patterns over his sleeves, he moves through this world like he was made for it.

but his eyes—

his eyes are on you.

and for a moment, that’s enough.

"you don’t have to do this," he murmurs. "we can leave right now."

you shake your head. "and waste all your hard work? you went through a lot to sneak me in."

"it was worth it."

you swallow. look away. "then i might as well enjoy it."

the corners of his lips twitch, something fond and fleeting. "then dance with me."

"you sure?" you arch a brow. "i might step on your foot."

he huffs a soft laugh. "i’ll take my chances."

—

minghao’s hands are warm as he guides you onto the dance floor.

there’s a brief moment where you hesitate—where every instinct tells you to run before someone realizes what you are.

but then his fingers tighten, gentle but certain, and the rest of the world falls away.

the music swells, and he moves first, guiding you through the steps with effortless grace. he’s measured, precise—his movements smooth, his touch steady.

but when his hand settles on your waist, his fingers tremble.

you pretend not to notice.

"i didn’t know you could dance like this," you murmur.

his lips quirk. "i was taught from a young age. it’s expected."

of course it is. everything about auradon is refined, perfect, practiced. nothing here is accidental.

except for this.

except for you.

you move together, and for a moment, you let yourself get lost in it.

the warmth of his touch. the way he watches you instead of his feet. the way his breath is soft between the notes, just quiet enough for you to hear.

he’s always been careful with you. always measured. always holding back.

but tonight—

tonight, for the first time, he holds you like he doesn’t want to let go.

—

the night stretches on.

you don’t know how long you dance.

but eventually, the music slows.

and so do you.

reality presses in again, the weight of everything settling back into your chest.

this isn’t your world. it never was.

and it never will be.

minghao knows it, too.

you see it in the way his fingers twitch at his sides, in the way his brows knit together, in the way his throat bobs as he swallows back words you won’t let him say.

because if he says them—

if he asks you to stay—

you might actually listen.

but you both know how this ends.

the music fades, and so do you.

his hands drop. the warmth of them lingers, phantom-like, on your skin.

you force yourself to smile. "thank you."

his brows furrow. "for what?"

"for letting me pretend."

his breath hitches, like he wants to argue. like he wants to tell you it wasn’t pretend.

but you don’t let him.

you step back, slip through the crowd, move toward the open doors before you can change your mind.

—

the night air is sharp against your skin. cool. grounding.

you exhale. one breath. then another.

and then—

"wait."

you freeze.

minghao stands there, a step past the ballroom’s glow, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

his lips part, but no words come out.

and maybe that’s the cruelest part—

there’s nothing left to say.

no apology. no goodbye.

no stay.

he just looks at you.

memorizing.

like if he tries hard enough, he can keep you here. like he can stop time itself.

but borrowed time always runs out.

so you give him one last look, one last smile—

and then you slip back into the night.

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tanjamikaelson · 2 days ago

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MEDDLE ABOUT - CHAPTER 2

MASTERLIST

You walked into your bedroom, closing the door behind you with a quiet click. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the streetlights outside slipping through the curtains. You exhaled as you peeled off your clothes from the day, replacing them with your usual bedtime attire—pajama shorts that barely cover your butt and a crop top that left a sliver of your stomach exposed. The fabric was soft, familiar, and comforting. Satisfied, you ran a hand through your hair and stepped back out, making your way toward the bathroom.

As you passed the living room, Rafe’s eyes flickered toward you, drawn by the movement. He caught a glimpse of your pajamas, the way your shorts hugged your hips, the way your top revealed smooth skin. His throat goes dry. He swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away, back up at the ceiling. But it was too late—the image was burned into his brain. His fingers twitched against the blanket, jaw clenching slightly as he tried to shake the thought away.

In the bathroom, you go through your nightly routine—brushing your teeth, washing your face, and letting the cool water soothe your skin. The quiet hum of the house settled around you, the air still and heavy with something unspoken.

When you stepped back into the hallway, heading toward your bedroom, you passed the living room again. This time, Rafe wasn’t lying down. He was sitting up, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the floor as if lost in thought. At the sound of your footsteps, he glanced up, catching a fleeting glimpse of you before you disappeared into your room.

He exhaled through his nose, running a hand through his hair.

In your bedroom, you moved around, pulling back the blankets, fluffing the pillows, and preparing your bed for sleep. The exhaustion from the day was finally beginning to settle into your limbs.

But just as you were about to crawl in, a soft knock on the door frame makes you turn.

"Hey, uh..." Rafe stands in the doorway, hesitating. His hand lingered near the doorframe as if unsure whether he should step inside or stay put. His expression was different—unguarded, uncertain.

You tilted your head. "Yeah? You need something?"

He hesitated, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, before finally speaking. "Can I... sit with you for a bit? I’m having trouble sleeping." His voice was lower now, quieter as if admitting it out loud made it harder to bear.

You study him for a moment. There was something raw in the way he was looking at you, something almost vulnerable. You nodded, patting the edge of the bed. "Okay."

Rafe smiled softly, relieved, and stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He crossed the room in a few strides, lowering himself onto the bed beside you. There was space between you, a careful distance, but his presence was heavy. He was only wearing his pants now, his bare chest illuminated by the dim light filtering in from the window.

"So what’s keeping you up?" You asked, watching him.

He shrugged, his gaze drifting away, unfocused. "Guess I’m just not tired anymore. And my mind won’t shut up," he admitted with a small, self-deprecating chuckle. "Too many thoughts bouncing around in there."

You leaned back slightly, considering his words. "Maybe it will help if you tell me," you suggested.

Rafe glanced at you, surprised. Most people didn’t ask. Most people didn’t care. But you... you were offering to listen. He swallowed hard, looking away. "It’s stupid."

"It’s not if it’s keeping you up. Is it about your dad?"

Rafe nodded slowly, his eyes dropping to his hands, which were clasped loosely between his knees. His fingers flexed slightly as if he was holding onto something invisible. "Yeah. Every time I start to fall asleep, I hear his voice in my head. It’s fucking annoying."

You watched the way his shoulders tensed, the way his jaw tightened. "Maybe you need something to ease your mind," you offered.

Rafe lifted his gaze to you, curiosity flickering in his tired eyes. "Like what?" His tone was skeptical—he doubted you had any magical solutions for the mess in his head.

You stood up, walking over to your nightstand. "How about a blunt?"

Rafe raised an eyebrow as you pulled open the drawer. But before he could process the blunt and lighter in your hand, his eyes caught something else inside—a box of Durex. His throat bobbed as he quickly looked away, forcing himself to focus on anything but that.

You returned to the bed, sitting down next to him, placing the blunt between your lips as you flicked the lighter. The flame flared, the tip burning bright before you took a slow inhale, letting the smoke swirl in your lungs before exhaling.

Rafe watched you. The way your lips curled around the blunt, the way your lashes lowered slightly as you inhaled—it was strangely intimate. He cleared his throat, forcing his gaze elsewhere. "You smoke?"

"Yeah, it helps me," you replied, offering him the blunt.

He hesitated for only a second before taking it from your fingers, his own brushing against yours briefly. He lifted it to his lips, inhaling deeply, the familiar burn settling in his chest. He exhaled slowly, feeling the tension in his muscles begin to ease. "Fuck, I needed that," he muttered.

You smiled, watching him. "I have more if we need it."

Rafe nodded, taking another hit before passing the blunt back to you. His limbs were already feeling looser, the constant noise in his head dulling. He leaned back on your bed, stretching out slightly. "You’re full of surprises, you know that?"

You leaned back on your elbows, mirroring his posture. "Am I?"

Rafe looked over at you, studying your face in the dim light. He noticed the way your hair fell around your shoulders, the soft curve of your lips as you exhaled another stream of smoke. He watched you in a way he didn’t before, taking in details he never allowed himself to notice.

"Yeah, you are," he admitted.

You took two more slow drags before handing the blunt back to him.

Rafe accepted the blunt, bringing it to his lips and taking two long drags. The smoke filled his lungs, and as he exhaled, he felt the tension in his body start to unravel. His muscles loosened, the constant buzzing in his mind faded to a dull hum, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he was not consumed by frustration or anger. His thoughts were pleasantly foggy, softened by the high settling over him like a warm blanket.

He leaned back further, stretching his long legs out in front of him with a contented sigh, sinking deeper into the haze.

You chuckled at the sight, amused by how quickly the weed had mellowed him out. "Is it helping?"

Rafe nodded, his eyes drifting closed for a second as he let the warmth of relaxation spread through his body. "Yeah, it's helping a lot. Thanks," he murmured, his voice lower now, a little slurred around the edges. He cracked one eye open, smirking lazily. "You're really nice when you're not being a bitch."

You rolled your eyes but smirked back. "And you’re really nice when you’re not being a jerk." You shifted slightly, turning on your side, propping yourself up on your elbow.

Rafe chuckled softly at your response, watching you. He liked this side of you—unguarded, playful, not hurling insults at him every five seconds. It was different. Nice. Without thinking, he mirrored your movement, rolling onto his side to face you. His gaze flickered down to your lips briefly before he met your eyes again.

"You smoke a lot?" he asked, his tone lighter, more curious than accusatory.

"Every other day," you replied, taking another slow drag of the blunt.

Rafe watched as your lips curl around the blunt, the way you inhale deeply before exhaling the smoke in a slow, steady stream. There was something about the way you did it—so effortless, so natural—that he found strangely hypnotizing. He reached out to take another hit.

"Every other day, huh?" He brought the blunt to his lips, inhaling deeply, letting the burn settle in his lungs. "No wonder you're so calm about everything." He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the air between you. "You ever get high alone?"

"Well, since I live alone, yeah," you said simply.

Rafe’s hand lingered near the blunt for a second longer than necessary before finally letting go. His eyes flickered back to yours, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "What do you do when you get high alone?" His voice had a slight edge to it, a flirtatious undertone creeping in. Between the weed and the fact that you were lying so close, he was finding it harder to maintain his usual detached attitude.

"Usually just lay here until sleep takes over," you admitted. You took another hit before holding the blunt up to his lips.

Rafe hesitated for half a second before leaning in, inhaling deeply from the blunt you were holding to his lips. His eyes locked onto yours for a brief moment before he closed them, taking in the hit. He exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl between you. His voice dropped slightly when he spoke again. "You ever watch movies or listen to music?"

"Sometimes. I usually like the quiet when I smoke," you told him.

Rafe nodded, considering that. The weed heightened his senses, making him more aware of everything—the way your voice sounded, the way your body was propped up just inches from his. "I usually listen to music when I smoke."

"Yeah? What kind?"

"Mostly rap and R&B," he said, his voice slower now, more relaxed. "It sets the mood, you know?" He studied your face, wondering what kind of music you listen to when you're alone and high. "Do you listen to any specific genre?"

"Yeah, I usually listen to Y/F/M."

Rafe nodded approvingly. "Good choice." He flicked the blunt between his fingers, watching the ember glow faintly in the dim room before taking another hit. The weed was fully kicking in now, leaving his body feeling weightless. "How high do you usually get?" His voice was low, almost teasing.

"Sometimes I like getting really high," you admitted. "You?"

Rafe grinned mischievously, his expression relaxed, his eyes half-lidded. "I like getting cross-eyed high," he confessed, his voice dropping even lower. "You know, where everything looks wavy and sounds echo-y?" He took another drag, holding it in before exhaling with a slow smirk.

You chuckled. "Oh yeah, I like that too."

Rafe watched you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Have you ever smoked so much that you got really paranoid?"

You groaned, laughing as you recalled a memory. "Oh god, I did… And I thought somebody was in my house. I locked myself in here."

Rafe burst out laughing, his whole body shaking with amusement. "Damn, that's classic," he said, still grinning. He took another hit, holding in the smoke as he pictured you standing in your room, terrified out of your mind. "Did you have a weapon or anything?"

"Like a baseball bat," you admitted, laughing. "I stood by the door for like half an hour."

Rafe nearly choked on his inhale, coughing as he wiped at his eyes, still laughing. "A baseball bat? Shit, that's hilarious." He exhaled the smoke, shaking his head. "Did you finally peek out to see what the scare was?"

You shook your head. "No, I was too scared. I put a chair against the locked door and eventually just fell asleep."

"Jesus," Rafe chuckled, taking another hit. "You serious? You didn’t go check if someone was really trying to break in?" He found it way funnier than it should be, mostly because you always seemed so put-together like nothing could rattle you. Seeing this side of you—human, a little paranoid, a little ridiculous—it was... weirdly endearing.

You laughed with him. "I didn’t want to risk someone killing me."

Rafe nodded thoughtfully, blowing out another slow stream of smoke. "I get it. Sometimes when I’m high alone, I feel like the world is a different place. It’s like everything slows down, and nothing can hurt me."

You hummed in agreement, watching the blunt disappear as he smoked. "Yeah, that’s why it’s so relaxing."

Rafe noticed you watching him smoke, and for a moment, he held the remaining smoke in his lungs, letting the burn settle before blowing it toward the ceiling in a slow, steady stream. The way the smoke curled and disappeared caught your eye, and before you realized it, you were staring. He smirked.

"Want the last hit?" he asked, his voice slightly husky as he brought the blunt closer to your lips.

"Mmhm," you murmured, leaning in slightly.

Rafe placed the blunt against your lips, his fingers lingering just a second longer than necessary. The warmth of your mouth against the filter sent a strange, unexpected flutter through his stomach. Your lips were softer than he expected—so soft that it threw him off for a second. It was unsettling, the way something so small made his pulse quicken. "You really enjoy getting high, don’t you?"

"Yeah," you nodded, exhaling the last hit. You tilted your head toward the nightstand close to him. "Can you take another one from that drawer?"

Rafe reached over, opening the nightstand. His fingers brushed against a few small items before they stilled. His gaze landed on an open Durex box, with only one condom left inside. "Yeah, sure," he replied, keeping his tone as casual as possible. But his mind was racing. When was the last time you had sex? With who? He didn’t know why the thought bothered him, but it did. There was a tightness in his jaw as he grabbed the blunt, pushing the intrusive thoughts away.

You lay back against the bed, your body sinking into the mattress, completely unaware of his staring. Rafe watched as you got comfortable, your eyes half-lidded, your expression relaxed. He should stop thinking about it. He really should.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, his eyes flickered back to the box in the drawer, his fingers unconsciously dragging along the edge of it before he snapped the drawer shut. He didn't want you to know he was trying to figure out your sex life. He licked the blunt wrapper slowly - an unconscious habit that made his mind briefly wander to dirty places. He forced himself to shake the thoughts away.

You held up the lighter as he placed the blunt between his lips.

Rafe watched the flame flicker as you brought it closer. Your focus was solely on lighting the blunt, completely unaware of the unreadable expression on his face. He inhaled deeply, the cherry glowing red before he exhaled a slow stream of smoke. His eyes dropped to your lips for half a second before he pulled his gaze away.

He was getting high and horny—not a good combination. Not around you.

"So," he hesitated, almost second-guessing himself. Then, curiosity won. "How often do you have sex?" He watched your face carefully for a reaction. Most girls would get self-conscious or offended.

Your eyes widened slightly at the blunt question before you chuckled. "What? Why would you ask me that?" You didn’t realize he saw the box of condoms in your drawer.

Rafe shrugged, feigning nonchalance. "Just wondering, you know? Seems like a random question, I know." He took another long drag, letting the smoke cloud his words. "But you keep blunt wrappers and condoms together. Seems... practical."

"Oh shit, right," you laughed, realizing he must’ve seen the condom.

He watched your face shift in understanding, his curiosity deepening. He took another hit, waiting to see if you’ll offer up any more details.

"So, like... weekly? Bi-weekly?" He exhaled the smoke slowly, rolling it between his fingers like he was not paying much attention. But he was.

"Weekly, usually," you replied, taking the blunt from him.

Rafe’s eyebrows lifted slightly. Weekly? Damn. He wasn’t expecting that answer. He kept his expression neutral, but he couldn’t stop himself from watching the way your lips wrapped around the blunt again as you took a slow hit. He cleared his throat, shifting slightly.

"With the same person?" he asked, trying to sound casual. He was prying, and he knew it. But he needed to know.

"I don’t have a boyfriend if that’s what you’re wondering," you said with a small smile, exhaling the smoke.

Rafe relaxed slightly. No boyfriend. That still didn't explain the lone condom. His lips twitched into a smirk. "So, you hook up with someone new every week?" His voice wasn’t judging, just genuinely curious.

"Yeah, but I also have some regulars," you replied with a chuckle.

His smirk faded slightly. "Regulars?" he repeated, his tone unconsciously sharper. He didn’t like the sound of that. Regulars meant consistency, and familiarity. Something that wasn’t just a one-time thing. He took another long drag, his mind running through scenarios he had no business imagining. "Like, friends with benefits?"

"Yeah, something like that," you confirmed before shifting the conversation back to him. "What about you?"

Rafe hesitated for a moment. He didn’t usually talk about his personal life, but there was something about your honesty that made him want to reciprocate. "I’ve got a few girls I hang out with," he admitted, watching your reaction carefully.

"Hmm, like at the same time?" you teased, chuckling.

Rafe laughed, a deep sound that filled the room. "Nah, not like that," he shook his head, still grinning. "Just... different girls at different times. No strings attached, you know?"

You nodded, laughing too. "I get that."

Rafe watched you closely. It was strange—how similar your attitudes toward relationships were - or lack thereof. He decided to push a little further. "Have you ever had a serious relationship?"

You glanced at him, considering the question. "Yeah. You?"

Rafe took the blunt from your fingers, his own brushing against yours briefly. "Yeah. Eight months," he answered, his eyes locked onto yours. He realized how comfortable he was at sharing with you, and how easy it felt.

"Eight months, really?" You raised an eyebrow. "Rafe Cameron had a relationship that lasted longer than two nights?" You teased.

Rafe grinned, leaning back against the headboard, stretching his arms lazily above his head. "Crazy, right?" His smirk faltered slightly, turning more rueful. "The girl broke my heart, though. So now I’m scared."

You laughed, "What did she do?"

Rafe sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Cheated on me with my friend. Typical cliché, huh?" He flashed a forced smile, trying to downplay the sting of the memory. He took another long drag, exhaling slowly.

"Seriously?" You blinked, surprised.

"Yep," he confirmed, staring at the ceiling. "Found them together at a party—drunk, making out. He was supposed to be my wingman, not stealing my girl." He chuckled, but it was mirthless. He took another hit, his fingers tightening slightly around the blunt.

"Shit." You shook your head. "Honestly, I would’ve taken you for a cheater, not the one who gets cheated on."

Rafe turned his head to look at you, one eyebrow arching. "Why’s that?" His tone was curious, not offended. He genuinely wanted to know how you see him. "Because of my flirtatious reputation?" He smirked slightly, taking another drag.

"Yeah, your reputation precedes you. Everybody in OBX knows you’re a fuckboy." You reached out, palm open, waiting for the blunt.

Rafe laughed, handing it to you without hesitation. He was used to people calling him that, and he learned to embrace it. But with you, it felt different. Like you saw through him but didn’t judge him for it.

"Guilty as charged," he said, smirking. But for the first time in a long time, he wondered if he really liked the label as much as he pretended to.

You chuckled lightly, "Let me put some music on."

Sliding off the bed, you moved toward the table where your laptop sat, the soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you navigated through YouTube. The blunt rested between your fingers, smoke curling lazily into the dimly lit room.

Rafe watched you, his gaze drifting lower, trailing the sway of your hips as you walked away. His jaw tightened slightly when your shorts rode up, revealing just a bit more of your curves. He bit his lip, forcing himself not to stare too obviously, but when you bent down to search for a song, he caught himself admiring the view.

Fuck.

You leaned forward, clicking on a playlist that fit the relaxed atmosphere. The bass hummed softly through the speakers, blending seamlessly with the lingering smoke in the air. The music was good—his kind of good. His lips quivered in approval.

From the bed, Rafe watched as your body moved subtly to the rhythm, swaying slightly, lost in the melody. There was something effortless about the way you held yourself, taking slow drags from the blunt, letting the smoke roll out between your lips.

"You ever hook up with someone while high?" His voice was smooth, and casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity beneath it. He always wondered about you—whether you were the type to get more affectionate when you’re stoned, or if you pull away instead.

You met his gaze, locking eyes with him. "Yeah," you say simply. "You?"

Rafe didn’t look away. Instead, he smirked, leaning back against the headboard, getting comfortable. "A few times," he admitted. "It's different. Everything feels more intense."

"Mmhm, it does." You made your way back to the bed, crawling on top with ease, holding the blunt out to his lips. The mattress dipped slightly under your weight as you settled in front of him.

Rafe parted his lips, his eyes still on yours as he took a slow drag. He inhaled deeply, the smoke filling his lungs before he exhaled in a controlled stream, the smoke curled lazily between you. He noticed the way your face was just inches from his, your body close, the space between you charged with something unspoken.

You smiled at him before sitting back onto your heels, pulling the blunt back to your lips.

Rafe watched you, admiring the way you handled it so effortlessly, so naturally. The blunt glowed softly as you inhaled, the smoke trailing out from between your parted lips. The haze in the room thickened, the air feeling heavier, and warmer. He shifted slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, trying to focus on something other than how good you looked right now.

"Should we light up a third one?" you asked, tilting your head slightly, your eyes glassy from the high.

Rafe smirked, watching you. Your relaxed posture, the lazy way your lips curve up in a smile—it was making it increasingly difficult to ignore how attractive you looked right now. He nodded slowly. "Fuck yeah, pass me that lighter."

Reaching over, he pulled another blunt from the drawer. You handed him the lighter while placing the finished blunt into the ashtray beside him. As you did it, your arm lightly brushed against his knee.

The touch was subtle, fleeting, but Rafe noticed. He felt the warmth of your skin against his, a small spark at the contact. It was stupid—just an accidental brush of your hand—but in this atmosphere, with the music humming through the speakers and the smoke swirling lazily around you both, it felt oddly intimate.

He lighted the blunt carefully, inhaling deeply before handing it back to you. "You know what’s funny?" he asked, his voice slightly raspier now, the weed making everything slower, warmer.

You took a hit before exhaling smoothly, chuckling, "What’s funny?"

"How comfortable we are with each other," Rafe mused, watching you. "Like, we’re just lounging around, getting high, and it feels... natural." His voice was softer, more thoughtful than before, his blue eyes searching yours.

You nodded, taking another drag before replying, "Oh yeah, suddenly we don’t hate each other’s guts."

Rafe laughed, the sound warm, genuine. He reached out, gently pulling the blunt from your fingers, his touch lingering slightly longer than necessary as he took a hit. He exhaled slowly before handing it back, smirking. "Who would’ve thought, right?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Guess that’s what weed does to people, huh?"

Rafe leaned back against the headboard, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Apparently so. Here I thought I hated your guts. Now look at us, sharing blunts and shit." He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement.

"Mmhm..." You bobbed your head lightly to the music, settling onto your heels beside him.

Rafe watched you, his gaze lingering. The way the music wrapped around you, the way the smoke curled lazily around your face, the relaxed expression in your eyes—it was all... surprisingly attractive. The way your lips parted slightly after each exhale, the slow blink of your eyes as the high settled deep in your system.

He swallowed.

He should probably look away.

But he doesn’t.

"So, are you always this chill when you're high?" You raised an eyebrow, watching him curiously as the smoke drifted lazily between you.

Rafe nodded slowly, taking the blunt back for another hit. His movements were relaxed, his posture easy, completely at home in this hazy atmosphere. "Pretty much. Weed just... relaxes me. Makes me stop giving a fuck about all the usual bullshit." He exhaled smoothly, watching the smoke curl into the dimly lit room before turning his gaze back to you. His lips twitched into a smirk, something playful dancing in his eyes as he studied you. "Why?"

You shrugged, exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "Makes you stop giving a fuck about the fact that I'm a Pogue and you're a Kook, and that we wouldn’t be like this if we weren’t high." You reached over, taking the blunt away from his lips before he could protest, your fingers grazing his in the process.

The contact was brief but noticeable. A small tingle lingered at his fingertips, his smirk deepening at your words. "True that," he murmured. "Normally, I’d probably be telling you to fuck off by now." He chuckled softly, tilting his head as he looked at you, something in his expression shifting ever so slightly.

You grinned, bringing the blunt to your lips. "And I would tell you that you’re an asshole."

Rafe laughed, the sound rich and genuine. Without thinking, he reached for the blunt again, his hand brushing against yours as he tried to take it back. "See? We’re a match made in heaven. Two assholes who can’t stand each other when we’re sober but get along great when we’re high."

You smirked mischievously, pulling the blunt just out of his reach and taking another slow drag. "That’s fucking right."

Rafe sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes in mock frustration. "Give it back, you stupid Pogue." He reached for it again, but this time, your hands collided, fingers briefly intertwining as you both held onto the blunt. His touch was warm, and solid, and for a split second, he forgot what he was even trying to do.

"It’s mine, you stupid Kook." You laughed, tugging it away playfully.

Rafe watched you, shaking his head as he leaned back. He let you win this time, watching as you brought the blunt back to your lips, inhaling deeply. His gaze flickered downward, landing on your mouth. He suddenly realized how full your lips are, how they look even better when you're smirking or laughing. His throat tightened, and he quickly looked away, exhaling slowly through his nose.

You leaned in slightly, closing the distance between you as you brought the blunt back to his lips. "Here you go," you murmured, eyes hooded with the weight of the high.

Rafe parted his lips, accepting the hit, but his mind was still stuck on the way you were looking at him—like the moment was intentional, deliberate. The way you leaned in, the way your voice sounded softer, slower. He took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs, trying to play it cool. But the way you were watching him made his heart beat just a little faster.

He exhaled, releasing the smoke between you, and you inhaled it, your lips parting slightly as you took it in. The action was smooth, effortless, but fuck—it shouldn’t feel this intimate.

"Fuck," you murmured, blinking lazily. "I'm starting to feel it even more."

Rafe watched the way your lips moved as you spoke, his smirk returning. "Me too," he admitted. "I'm fucking high as a kite."

You stretched, rolling your shoulders as you sank deeper into the bed. "I don’t think we’ll be sleeping tonight if we continue like this."

Rafe leaned back, stretching his arms above his head, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Why sleep when you can be stoned off your ass talking shit with a Kook?" He chuckled, glancing at you with amusement and something else—something softer, something unreadable.

You threw your head back, laughing, the sound light and unguarded. "Ah, that was always a dream of mine," you said sarcastically, taking another hit before handing the blunt to him, the ember slowly disappearing.

Rafe took the blunt from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours again, though neither of you acknowledged it this time. He brought it to his lips, inhaling deeply, letting the familiar burn settle in his lungs before exhaling. "Seriously though, you’re not so bad for a Pogue," he said, smirking. "I mean, you’re still a fucking idiot, but a high, entertaining idiot."

You rolled your eyes, laughing. "For a Kook with a bad reputation, you’re not so bad either."

Rafe smiled at that, something in his chest tightening unexpectedly. He didn’t expect to actually enjoy your company tonight. "Yeah, well, even Kooks can be decent company when they’re stoned out of their minds." He passed the blunt back to you, his fingers lingering against yours for just a second longer than needed.

You took the last hit, the ember finally dying out as you tossed the roach into the ashtray. "Finished this one too."

Rafe watched as you pressed the roach into the ashtray, his gaze lingering on the way your fingers moved, slow and deliberate. He liked how calm you are when you're high—no obnoxious laughter or stupid jokes like his friends usually made. Just quiet, relaxed, lost in thought. It was a side of you he had never really seen before, one untouched by the usual arguments or sharp-edged insults.

You glanced over his body toward the drawer, your expression thoughtful. "I think I have another one."

Rafe watched as you stood, rummaging through the nightstand. Your shorts hung low on your hips, teasing just enough skin to make his throat go dry. The way you stretched slightly, your back arching as you dug through the drawer, made his already hazy mind blur further. Everything felt ten times more intense when he was this high. Every little movement, every small sound.

"You got any liquor too?" His voice was rougher than he intended, thick with something he didn't want to name.

"You want liquor too?" You glanced up at him, still kneeling beside the nightstand.

"Mmhm." His eyes traced the curve of your back as you shifted, stretching to grab something deeper in the drawer. Goddamn, those shorts should be illegal. He smirked slightly. "You work out?"

He already knew you did, but he was curious to hear your answer.

You chuckled, glancing at him as you pulled something from the drawer. "Yeah, I do... You probably do too?" Your gaze flickered over his toned abs, the definition in his arms.

Rafe nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching with pride. "Yeah, I lift. Can’t have these arms looking weak, right?" He flexed slightly for emphasis, his biceps tightening.

You laughed, shaking your head as you finally pulled out another blunt. "Found it." You held it up triumphantly before standing. "So, what liquor did you want?"

Rafe took the blunt from your fingers, sparking it up without hesitation. He watched you move, eyes trailing over the way your shorts hugged your legs. He exhaled, letting the smoke curl into the air before answering. "Whiskey. You got any whiskey?"

"Yeah, I got whiskey." You nodded, heading out of the room.

Rafe took another deep drag, leaning back against the headboard. When you returned a few moments later, you were carrying two glasses filled with amber liquid. You handed him one, the scent rich and warm as it swirled in the glass.

He took a sip, letting the burn settle in his throat before speaking. "Damn, you really have everything, don’t you?"

You smirked, taking a hit before following it with a sip of whiskey. "I know it’s probably not as good as the expensive ones you’re used to."

Rafe shook his head, taking another sip. "Nah, actually," he murmured, swirling the liquid around in his glass. "This is pretty decent. And besides, when you’re this high, the expensive shit doesn’t even taste any better."

"Well, that’s true." You took another drink, making a slight face as the whiskey burned down your throat before placing the glass on the nightstand. You shifted, leaning back against the headboard beside him, legs tucked beneath you. As you passed him the blunt, your fingers briefly brushed his.

Rafe took it, inhaling deeply, letting the silence settle between you both for a moment. It was comfortable, the kind of silence that didn’t feel awkward or forced. Just easy.

You reached out your hand to take the blunt back.

Rafe let out a low chuckle, amused by your eagerness. He pulled the blunt just out of your reach, smirking. "Ah ah ah, impatient much?"

"Come on, that’s the last one I have," you complained, pouting slightly.

With a teasing smirk, Rafe finally relented, handing the blunt back—though not before taking one last quick hit. "Damn, getting defensive over your last blunt, huh? That’s what happens when you run out."

"This would last me two days, maybe more if I didn’t share it with you." You took another long hit, exhaling slowly.

Rafe chuckled, watching the way you held the blunt like second nature. "I should probably make you buy me more."

You smirked, exhaling through your nose. "I should probably make you buy me more."

He laughed, the sound deep and husky. He passed the blunt back to you, his fingers lingering on yours just a second too long. "Yeah, yeah. I’ll buy you a whole bag next time. But for now..." He reached for his whiskey, taking another sip.

Without thinking, you grabbed your glass, mirroring his movement as you both took a sip at the same time.

Rafe turned slightly toward you, amused at how in sync you both were—sharing whiskey, sharing blunts, just sitting there in your little smoke-filled world. His limbs felt heavier, the warmth of the alcohol mixing with the fog in his head, making everything slower.

Your eyes were heavy too as you brought the blunt to his lips, offering him a hit.

Rafe takes a slow, deep inhale, eyes locked on yours. He exhales through his nose, the smoke curling between you like something tangible. "You know what? This might be the most chill I’ve been in months."

You nodded, placing the blunt back against your lips. "That’s good."

Rafe watched as you inhaled again, the way your throat moved as you did. He swallowed hard, realizing just how pretty you look right now—relaxed, hazy, skin glowing under the dim lighting. He spread his legs slightly, shifting to get more comfortable. "You smoke too much, you know that?"

You glanced at him, noticing the way he shifted. "I don’t smoke too much."

Rafe laughed softly, shaking his head. "Right… that’s why your eyes are so fucking red right now." He leaned in slightly, voice lowering to a joking whisper. "You’re like a cute little stoner."

You rolled your eyes, but he caught the way you fought a smile. "Yours are red too, Kook." You pass him the blunt.

"Touché." He smirked, taking another drag. There’s something about this—about being high with you—that felt different. More real, somehow. "And stop calling me ‘Kook.’"

You scoffed. "When you stop calling me Pogue."

Rafe smirked, leaning back. "Not gonna happen, Pogue." He handed the blunt back, his fingers intentionally brushing yours this time. "At least I’m not a walking pothead cliché like you."

"Yeah, you Kooks prefer expensive shit like coke, right?" You quipped, taking another hit before handing it back.

Rafe chuckled, taking the blunt back from your fingers, his smirk lazy and full of mischief. "At least we have standards, Pogue," he muttered, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke sit in his lungs before exhaling in a slow, controlled stream. His half-lidded eyes gleamed with amusement as he tilted his head slightly. "You’d probably smoke dirt if it got you high enough."

You let out a soft laugh, eyes glassy from the haze surrounding you both. "I would blow anything if it got me high enough," you teased, voice playful, your lips twitching into a smirk as you watched his reaction.

Rafe almost choked mid-inhale, coughing as he set the blunt down in the ashtray on your bedside table. He wiped at his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief. "Fuck, Pogue, you can’t just say shit like that out of nowhere."

You bursted into laughter, your body shaking slightly as you took in his stunned expression. "Why not?"

"Because it makes me… never mind…" His voice trailed off as he watched you, your laughter still lingering in the air between you. He swallowed hard, his gaze flicking down to your mouth, the way your lips parted slightly as you breathed, the way your shoulders rose and fell, completely relaxed. His fingers twitched against his thigh. "You know you’re high as hell right now?"

Your smile didn’t fade as you tilted your head slightly. "It makes you what?"

Rafe exhaled slowly, avoiding your gaze. He picked up the blunt, taking a deep hit, using it as a distraction. His jaw tensed slightly before he exhaled through his nose, the smoke curled lazily between you. "You’re really asking me to finish that sentence right now?" His voice was slightly muffled, rough around the edges.

You rolled your eyes, playfully slapping his shoulder. "Come on, I thought we were open now that we’re high as fuck."

Rafe chuckled, but there was something different about it this time—something deeper, something almost nervous. He set the blunt down again and shifted to face you fully. His blue eyes, dark and hazy from the mix of weed and whiskey, searched yours for a long moment before he finally muttered, "It makes me want to kiss you, okay? Fucking hell, Pogue, you’re impossible."

You froze for a second, your breath catching. "Kiss me?"

Rafe rolled his eyes, dragging a hand through his messy hair. "Yeah, kiss you. Is that so fuking hard to believe?" His voice was laced with frustration, but there was something else buried beneath it—something raw. His tongue flicked over his lips as his eyes dropped to your mouth. "You’re sitting there, all fucking high and cute and—"

Before he could finish, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to his.

CHAPTER 3 (soon)

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