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[prettybean]

KEEGAN (+18)

“We didn't get the dessert”

Car sex, degrading, dirty talk, rough Keegan!

* I had to do it

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

Keegan is the best boyfriend ever: he never lets you miss out on anything and always satisfies you in every possible way. Every Saturday, he takes you to a different restaurant, and by now, you've tried them all. But each time, it's even more amazing than the last. He’s a gentleman.

He arrives to pick you up in his car. You still can't figure out how he managed to get his license, but you don't want to tell him he's a terrible driver. You just hope to make it through the entire trip alive.

He surprises you with a bouquet of fresh roses, opens the car door for you, and insists on paying for dinner. His gallantry makes you fall in love with him all over again. You've tried to at least split the bill a few times, but he's more stubborn than you and won't let you.

"Love, did you enjoy your meal?" he asked as he hopped into the car, exiting the parking lot and heading towards your home. "It was absolutely delicious," you replied, and he grinned at you, placing his hand on your leg and moving it back and forth.

"I'm sorry we didn't get the dessert," he said, suddenly changing course and taking a more secluded route with less lighting. You felt his hand move up your inner thigh, his fingers squeezing the soft skin. "Where are we going?" you asked. "To have my dessert," he replied with a chuckle, his hand making its way towards your panty-covered area, tracing circles on it.

"Fuck, you're so wet," Keegan says chuckling, while you moaned as you wrapped your legs around his hand, holding onto his wrist as you rubbed yourself against it. "If you make a mess, you'll have to clean it up with your tongue, got it?" he growled in a demanding tone.

He always got what he wanted, no matter the cost. When he was turned on, he became a different person. "Good girl, keep making those noises," he whispered as he slipped his fingers into your panties, teasing your dripping entrance. You gasped and covered your mouth to stifle your moans, while he kept his eyes on the road, moving his fingers in and out quickly.

“God, look at you. You're getting touched in the car like a whore. That’s fucking pathetic."

His words made your pussy clench on his fingers, noticing how the bulge in his pants is becoming more and more noticeable. “Keegan, stop here please.” “No bitch, I decide when we stop. You can stay still and quiet like the good pet you are."

You whimpered, grinding your pussy on his hand, getting the whole seat wet.

He switched off the car, readjusting the seat and lowering it. "Come over here," he commanded, gesturing towards his lap, lifting your trembling legs for you to sit on him. Your body pressed against his bulge, and you couldn't resist moving against it, letting out soft moans against his lips. Keegan gently kissed you, sensing your desperation for him and hearing every moan that escaped your lips.

"Do you want my cock?" he asked, pulling your lower lip between his teeth, and you nodded eagerly.

“Mine or someone else's?" Keegan asked, pulling down his pants slightly, stroking his cock with his hand, and resting it against your entrance. "Yours," you replied, settling on top of him, sliding his length between your folds.

“Can't you resist anymore? You're literally pushing your pussy against my cock, you're a greedy whore. Say it." He looks into your eyes, squeezing your hips, making you ride his dick. "I said, say it".

Moans leave your lips, feeling how his length fills you up nicely, pushing against your sweet spot.

“I-I'm.. your whore.” You tried to repeat his words, holding onto his shoulders.

Keegan thrust into you with force, making you moan loudly. "You were craving this, weren't you? You wanted me to fuck you from the moment you walked in the door." You nodded, tears of pleasure streaming down your face as he whispered in your ear. "You're such a good little slut, waiting for your reward. Do you want me to cum inside you? Do you want me to fill your pussy?" You screamed in ecstasy, your body trembling with pleasure, riding him hard and moaning his name over and over again.

"Yes, just like that," he said, teasing you with his hand on your folds, enjoying the mess you’ve made, coming all over him.

You attempted to shift, but your body was overly sensitive, causing discomfort in your intimate area, too much overstimulated. Your legs trembled, and you struggled to catch your breath. Keegan took the lead, pressing himself against you, intensifying the sensation within you.

He smiled evilly at you, smacking your ass hard;

"Where do you think you're going? You will get fucked until I say so, got it? Now, take my cock and let me use you."

[ador3sturniolo]

omg can u write about angst w/ the song drivers license w matt or chris when they broke up w the reader but they end up going back to her place to be like i miss u and either she rejects him on the spot or is like i’ll think about it

“Please?”

An - Ahh!! Thank you for the request! I hope I can do as close to what you wished for!

Paring - Matt sturniolo X Fem!Reader

Summary - Matt breaks up w/ reader

Warnings - angst, Cursing, Mentions of ed, Kissing, NOT PROOFREAD, Hope I didn’t miss anything!

Word count - 1.2k ishhh

“Fuck!” Matt shouted.

“Matt it’s okay, we can work on it.” I spoke up a little scared to hear what comes next.

“I just don’t think we can. I think we need to break up.”

Those were the word you most did not want to hear.

“I just can’t keep having to deal with you.”

I felt a tear drip down my cheek.

“Okay..” I say looking down making my way out his door.

“Just fucking leave!” He shouted throwing up his hands.

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing Matt!?” I say rushing out of there going down to my car. I start my car with a river streaming down my puffy cheeks. I sob as I slowly leave the driveway, checking both ways of the road.

I’m almost home and still crying, my hands are shaky and my vision is blurry, that I pull over on the side of the road to finish crying so I can see clearly. I pull into my driveway, getting out of my car, tiredness filled my eyes as I walked through my house. I don’t even care about changing or taking off my makeup, I just lie down in my bed, falling asleep as soon as I close my eyes.

I couldn’t stop think about Matt the next morning. I didnt eat that entire day, laying in my bed crying all day is all did and wanted to do, and I did that for a couple days, not wanting to leave my bed or do anything.

2 weeks later

I wake up with mascara stains on my pillow case, my hair a mess, and my house dirty. I haven’t eaten in a while, and still no texts or calls from Matt. Chris and Nick text me once in a while to make sure I’m doing okay. I stand up and walk to my kitchen, grabbing a bowl of cereal, sitting down turning on my tv. I see that The sturniolos posted a new video, I click on it to see Matt with a big smile the whole video. It’s not fair that he gets to be all happy while I’m out here, not happy. I finish eating, putting my bowl in the sink and running back to my room to get my headphones and phone. Clicking on my cleaning playlist, I started to clean my house. Washing my clothes and bedding, sweeping my dirty floors, picking up trash just laying around vacuuming my carpets. It was night when I was done, even though my house was clean, I was still upset, think that cleaning would make it better but it didn’t. I lay down in my bed closing my eyes, before getting up to take a shower, which I haven’t done from the past weeks.

I get in the shower letting the water hit my dirty skin. I turn off the lights in my bathroom so I’m showering in the dark. I couldn’t tell if it was the water or that I started crying. I cry as I wash my hair and body. I get out the shower, clean. Looking at myself in the mirror, my eyes all red and puffy.

“Get your fucking life together” I tell myself in the mirror. I do my skin care and get into a clean pair of pjs. I cute up some watermelon and get a glass of water, and take a picture and posting it on my instagram story. Healing 🤍 I title it, letting people know I’m okay.

2 more weeks later

I decide to be a little crazy and put myself on tinder. I set up my account and go to bed right after thinking nothing of it.

I wake up to a couple guys that liked me, they were cute too! I messaged back one of the guys. We get a conversation going and he wants to take me out to dinner tonight. I smile bright at my phone and a get up and start to get ready for our date. I play my favorite songs as i get ready. I start to think to myself how I’m happy now then I was before.

I put on my favorite red dress that highlights all my curves and black heels. I looks at my phone to see that he texted me saying he was here. I walk out my door and get in his car.

Matts POV :

“It’s been a little over a month since I broke up with her..” I spoke up to Chris.

“Do you think she’s doing okay?” I ask Chris. He nods.

“She is. I still text her. She has a date tonight, so I think she’s moved on.” Chris states.

I was in a state of shock. There’s no way she could have gotten over me that quickly. I get up off the couch and head to my room. I’ve been pretty miserable without her these past couple of days, I thought I was fine. I want her back. She still has to have some feelings, right?

Reader POV :

“It’s now been two months from the first date I went on with him. He’s such a nice guy and we have so much in common. We’ve been on more dates and I have another one with him tonight.” I write in my diary before I get up to get ready.

After the date

“Thank you for tonight.” I say as pulls up to my house.

“No problem pretty.” He says as he pulls me in for a kiss.

Making out for at least two minutes, I pull back.

“Did I do something wrong?” He spoke up

“No, just think we can save this for another time” I wink as I step out of the car.

We wave at each other as he drives off. I walk up my driveway, smiling as I look down at my feet. I bump into a body as I look up.

“Matt? What are you doing here? Are you okay? It looks like you’ve been crying” I say concerned look up at him.

“I miss you. I’ve been so miserable without you. I need you back in my life, I want you as mine again.” He said through sniffles.

“Matt..” I hesitated

“Please?” He said looking down at me begging.

“fuck” I whisper

“Im so sorry to do you like this when your in this state, but no. Im sorry but Ive moved on okay? I think it’s time for you to aswell. We need to meet different people. I know we had a past together but I don’t want to continue it. We can still be friends?” I said making eye contact with him, cupping his cheeks.

I could tell he wanted to cry so I pulled him in for a hug.

“I’m sorry.” I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist and cry’s.

“Did you walk here?”

He nods as he wipes his nose.

“Okay I’ll drive you home, just let me go get my keys” I say as I rush inside for my keys and walk back out to him.

The ride was silent the whole way.

“Okay we’re here, do you want me to walk you in?” He shakes his head no. “Okay then. Matt?”

“Hm?” He says turning towards me.

“Just know you can talk to me about anything, you can text or call me, we can hangout, whatever you want, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, I’ll see you later.” He says as he walks away.

I smile at him as I drove off. I take a deep breath as I pull into my driveway. I go inside and get unready from my day and go to bed.

I’m being woke up by my phone ringing. It’s Matt. I pick up.

“Matt?”

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An - Hi guys! Thank you guys for the support on my last story! I hope this one is just as good as my other one! Sorry if it’s not sad enough, for y’all : ( I love reading it, but I’m not the best at writing it so bare with me 🤍

[imaginesandbandfiction]

Night Changes

An Outer Banks Imagine

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: Past, present, and future collide in a conversation with your childhood best friend.

Warnings: Very (very) brief mention of teen pregnancy and abuse.

A/N: I have been listening to a lot of One Direction lately and this idea came to me fully formed so I had to get it out and share it with you all! Obviously, it's inspired by the song Night Changes.

Masterlist

You adjust the strap of your red slip dress with a sigh, staring with dead eyes at your reflection in the mirror. You look good; by now you could take yourself from PJs to full glam in forty-five minutes like a lipstick-wielding robot. The process of getting ready, slathering thick creams and brushing soft powders against your skin, really soothes you but the end result is underwhelming. You end up looking like every other girl on Figure Eight, copy-and-pasted into a frothy pink bedroom with silk sheets and a light-up vanity. 

“Y/N! The driver’s here!” Your mom yells up the stairs at you. Her voice echoes through the wide hallway outside your door and it makes your ears ring. 

“Coming!” You call back. Shaking your head to bring yourself back to reality, you spring into action, slipping into a pair of heels and grabbing your purse on your way out the door. 

At the bottom of the stairs, your mom is waiting. She’s wearing an elegant, pale gold, floor-length gown and your stepdad's tie matches it exactly. When your mom catches sight of you coming down, she frowns. 

“What happened to the white Oscar de la Renta dress I bought you?” She asks, fluttering over to meet you as you step into the foyer. Before you have the chance to answer, she continues, looking you up and down as she speaks. “Well, we don’t have time for you to change, and you’d have to swap out your lipstick to something lighter, so I suppose this will have to do.” Her frown smoothes into a straight line and you can see the muscles in her jaw as they clench. “You look like I did back in high school. A cheap hooker.” 

You bite your lip to hide the smile that was threatening to break across your face. The dress was from the thrift store in the Cut where you did all your shopping back in the before times. Before your mom married Chaz Anderson, an investment banker with a private jet and a grown-up son from his first marriage. Before you were forced to change schools and leave your best friend behind. So, yeah, maybe you had picked it because it reminds you of where you came from. Your mom had worn something similar to homecoming in her senior year of high school just a few months before she got pregnant with you. It didn’t hurt that JJ Maybank, your aforementioned best friend, had been rendered speechless when you had tried it on.  

“It’s okay, honey,” Chaz says as he leads your mom outside. He rubs her shoulders and leans in to kiss the exposed skin behind her ear. “She looks beautiful. The boys won’t be able to take their eyes off her.” She lets out a “hmmph” in return, placated by that fact. Pairing you up with one of the Chubby short-wearing Kook boys is her main goal in life now that she has secured a rich husband for herself. You roll your eyes and follow them out to the town car waiting in the driveway. Even though the country club is only a few blocks away, you used to walk further to elementary school, your mom insisted on driving (“Appearances are everything, darling,” she had said when you asked her about it, which had been her signature catchphrase since the moment the marriage license was signed).

When you arrive, the party is in full swing in the club’s ballroom. Immediately, you’re swept up in a stream of heavily-perfumed women and men wearing Rolexes. You follow your mother as she greets everyone she knows, kissing cheeks and shaking hands like she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. For all her flaws, you had to admire the way she was able to meld seamlessly into this new world and make everyone forget she used to be poor. The other kids your age were in similar situations as you, standing silently to the side while the adults talked. When you end up near the girls from school that you don’t hate, you catch their gaze and roll your eyes at the tedium of it all. 

That was one of the things that caught you off guard the first time you’d attended one of these things. In the Cut, parties were laid back, usually taking place in someone’s backyard or on the beach, and all of the kids banded together immediately to get a game of kickball going or see who could chug a soda the fastest. Kook parties, on the other hand, are a delicate dance of social niceties, and children, no matter how old, are expected to stay with their parents until after dinner is served. 

After your mom has properly greeted everyone, she takes you over to the Camerons and your chest tightens, squeezing your lungs until you can’t take in a full breath. 

“Ward, so good to see you,” your mom gushes, leaning in to give the man a kiss on the cheek. Then she turns to the blonde woman at his side, grasping her hands. “And Rose! You look stunning, as always.”

“Y/M/N, lovely to see you as well,” Rose says, kissing your mother on both cheeks. 

“I was just telling Chaz that we should get together soon! You know how the kids get along so well.” You share a look with Sarah, rolling your eyes. She’s your best friend in Figure Eight, but both of you know that your mom isn’t talking about your friendship with her. 

“Rafe, how is your internship going? Y/N is thinking about studying finance in college, and I’m sure she’d love to hear more about it,” your mother addresses the boy standing to his father’s right. Yep, there it is. The ulterior motive. She gives you a pointed look and you straighten up, turning towards Rafe. 

“Well, you know how it is, I need to keep all my options open,” you say with a chuckle, eliciting a frown from your mom. Rafe flashes his wolfish grin at you and launches into an in-depth description of his internship at a fancy capital investment firm on the mainland that you only half listen to. Your eyes wander around the room until you catch a glimpse of a shock of blond hair emerging from the swinging doors leading to the kitchen. The boy lifts his head up and his blue eyes scan the crowd before locking on you. His annoyed grimace, probably from something his manager said, melts into a grin. He’s got a tray of bacon-wrapped dates in his hands, but you see him wiggle the ring and pinky fingers on one hand in an attempt to wave and have to bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing. You nod at Rafe to make him think you’re listening, but at the sight of the familiar face of your best friend, your mind is spinning down memory lane, back through the first fourteen years of your life. 

That same blond head is bobbing up and down in front of you. At age eight, he’s hyperactive and bounces with each step. His little legs speed up as you near the boardwalk, and you practically have to run to keep up with him. 

“JJ!” His mom yells from behind you with laughter in her voice. “Stay where I can see you!” His steps halt for a split second, and then he slows back down to fall in step with you. 

“I’m not a baby,” he mumbles, quiet enough so that only you can hear. You nudge his shoulder and send him stumbling to the side of the path. He nudges you back, lighter than you did, when he regains his balance. 

“Bet I can win more prizes than you,” you taunt as you enter the boardwalk, which has been turned into a carnival for the end of the summer. Both of your eyes are shining under the blinking lights of games and rides, and JJ breaks out into a grin. 

“Loser has to buy the other ice cream!” 

Then, he’s ten and you see the top of his head sink down as his legs collapse, sending him tumbling into the sand. His beat-up old flip phone falls out of his hand and bounces close to the rising tide. You scramble to grab it before the water can claim it, and settle in next to JJ with a hand on his back. His body shakes with the force of his sobs and you pull him in for a hug, pushing his head into your shoulder. 

“JJ? What happened? Is it your mom?” You ask, a spike of adrenaline rising within you. His parents had been fighting a lot lately, and he’d been taking refuge on your couch most nights. He always went back home in the morning, though, to make sure his mom ate breakfast. There were bruises on her skin and bags under her eyes, but one day, he came home to find her collapsed and bleeding on the floor, and JJ stopped spending the night at your house after that. He was afraid that his dad was going to kill her one day. You had wiped the blood off his lips more times than you could count, since then, and stolen your mom’s concealer to cover up his bruises. 

“She’s gone, Y/N,” he cries, burying his face into your neck. You feel stinging behind your own eyes but blink them back. You have to be strong for your friend. The two of you stay there, kneeling in the sand and clutching onto each other for dear life until the tide comes in and nearly sweeps you out to sea. 

John B, from your class at school, starts coming over more often, and the three of you form an unofficial “absent parent society.” Your mom had already taken JJ under her wing and she welcomes John B into the fold without question, sending you to school with three PB&Js in your lunch box instead of two. Though those years were blanketed in a heavy layer of sadness, as John B’s mom had only just died and JJ was a little bit of a wreck after his mom left, they were also some of the most fun. The three of you roamed the Cut like a pack of stray dogs, stopping in to visit your friend Pope at his dad’s restaurant where Heyward would set you up with sodas and a basket of fries, or heading to the Chateau where John B’s dad would take you out in his fishing boat. Most nights were spent watching movies on your couch with a bowl of popcorn and 99-cent Slurpees from the gas station a few blocks away. Your mom bought middle school boy-sized pajamas and extra toothbrushes to keep at the house. Though you only had two decent parents between the three of you, the Cut provided everything else you needed. 

When your mom met Chaz, however, everything changed. It was a whirlwind romance, and in just eight months, they were engaged. He was twenty years older than her, with a son ten years older than you in college on the mainland, and after their courthouse wedding, the two of you slipped quietly into Figure Eight. 

The next year, you were sent to the Kook Academy and told to keep your friendship with JJ and John B on the down low, lest someone figure out that you had grown up on the other side of the island. It felt like your mom had made a 180-degree turn, caring more about designer clothes than the boys she had practically raised. But you still got glimpses of who she had been before; she gave you two hundred dollars in cash for “pizza” whenever you went over to the Chateau, and when Chaz was out of town for work, she’d fill the fridge with their favorite snacks and let them spend the night on the plush couches in the theater room. 

But things were spiraling out of control the longer you were separated from your childhood best friends. They have inside jokes you don’t understand and have even started hanging out with the Kook girl whose parents own The Wreck. Kiara is nice, but whenever you and the boys talk about your childhood, she gives you this look, like you’re betraying her.

The now-familiar sound of her laugh pulls you from your thoughts and you whip your head around. Kiara is in the corner by the kitchen doors, throwing bacon-wrapped dates into JJ’s mouth. He lets out an excited yell when he catches one, and your heart squeezes in what feels like fear. When his manager comes out and yells at him, you feel bad, but the horrible person deep down inside of you is grateful that he interrupted. Kiara slips back into the crowd with a frown, and you see JJ’s jaw tighten as he grinds his teeth. He mumbles something to his boss and shoves the platter into the older man’s hands before storming out the back door. Rafe is still prattling on as your mother listens intently, so you slip away and yell “Bathroom!” over your shoulder so she doesn’t panic. 

A wall of heat engulfs you as soon as you open the sliding door, and you shut it behind you as quietly as you can. You can see JJ’s silhouette on the far end of the patio, leaning over the railing. A plume of smoke rises above him, dissipating in the salty air. 

You stand still for a minute, feeling the beat of your heart speed up with every second that passes. The blood rushes through your ears and you’re half-convinced that JJ can hear it. Part of you wants him to hear it, wants to believe that the two of you are connected by some invisible string of fate that will keep the two of you close no matter where life takes you. 

After taking a deep breath, you walk up to JJ and lean on the railing next to him. He nods at you from behind the safety of his cigarette and takes a deep drag. You wait a few minutes, settling into a familiar, comfortable silence, letting him just be for a while. After helping him through his emotions for nearly sixteen years, you know that he’ll talk to you when he’s ready. But there’s something else bothering you, a stray thought in the back of your mind that won’t go away. You feel it radiate off your skin, causing a shift in the air between you and your oldest friend. It makes you feel itchy and you fidget with your necklace to distract yourself. It doesn’t work, and eventually, you pluck the cigarette out from between JJ’s lips and take your own hit. 

“How did we get here, JJ?” You ask, letting the burn of the harsh smoke entering your lungs distract you from your thoughts. 

“Well, when a mommy and a daddy love each other very much,” JJ starts. You send a cloud of smoke his way in a huff of laughter. 

“I don’t mean here on earth, I mean here here. Smoking a cigarette outside of a Kook party.”

“Well, I was always destined to serve the more fortunate. You on the other hand…” He trails off and shakes his head, stealing the cigarette back from you and taking a long drag. 

“I know, I know. Mommy seduced a rich man and now I’m a Pogue in Kook clothing. But seriously, I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and sometimes it drives me crazy just how much my life has changed.”

You elaborate at the sight of the wrinkle of confusion between JJ’s eyebrows.  

“It’s just… I’ve been having this recurring dream since I was a kid, where we’re all grown up, in our thirties or whatever, and we’re at the beach with a little blonde boy who acts just like you did as a kid, diving into the waves, completely fearless, and a girl with my eyes who chases after him like he’s the center of the universe. It’s not really clear if they’re our kids together or with other people but it doesn’t really matter because we’re happy. Sometimes we’re teaching them to surf, other times building a sandcastle, a few times we’ve taken them to get ice cream or to Heyward’s Seafood and it’s just…nice.” You pause to take a breath and sneak a look over at JJ to gauge his reaction. His lips are turned up in a slight smile and his eyes are glossy and unfocused as he stares at the ocean in the distance. The cigarette is dangling in his left hand, forgotten and spitting ashes onto the sand.

“It’s always made me happy, like no matter what else changes, it will never change things between me and you. But lately, my mom’s been super pushy, trying to set me up with Rafe Cameron, and I feel that dream slipping away. I don’t want a marriage like hers, but it’s starting to look like I won’t have a choice in the matter. I just don’t want to get to that point in my life and have regrets, you know?” 

You take a deep breath and let your confession hang in the air between you and JJ. He’s quiet for a few minutes and you can feel him thinking. He’s got a reputation for acting on his impulses, but when he stops to think something through, he really thinks it through. His eyes are narrowed in just the hint of a glare, nearly imperceptible if you don’t know what to look for. The wrinkle on his forehead has deepened into a crater and he’s got his bottom lip tucked up under his top teeth. Around you, the night air is still humid, and yet you can still feel the heat radiating off of his body, seeming to grow hotter by the minute. 

“Would it really be that bad if things changed between us?” He asks finally, his voice just a step above a whisper. That sends you into a full panic spiral; the familiar prickling sensation builds up behind your eyes, your breaths are heaving in your chest, and you turn your head away from JJ so he can’t see the effect his words are having on you. It was a mistake, opening up to him like that. Clearly, things have already changed, and he thinks of you as a full Kook, with no turning back. You take a few deep breaths to steady yourself enough to make your exit.

“No, sorry, I shouldn’t have…”  You mumble, turning to look at him one last time. You’re shocked at how close he is to you, having scooted closer when you weren’t looking, and before you can get a full sentence out, his lips are pressed against yours. He grabs your hips and pulls you closer, and it’s like there’s something in his touch that sets off a chain reaction in your body, traveling from your lips down to your toes in a wave of pleasure. It settles deep into your bones, satisfying an ache that you hadn’t known was there until now.

You’ve seen JJ kiss Tourons countless times, but this is nothing like his usual strategy. He’s soft and gentle, and his tongue remains securely inside his own mouth, even when your lips fall apart in a quiet “oh!” You try to use this to your advantage, but he pulls back, leaving just an inch or two between you that feels like a chasm. Your eyes blink open and you stare up at him through your eyelashes with your lower lip stuck out in a slight pout. 

“Was that okay?” He asks, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, uncharacteristically nervous. You respond by sliding your hand up his chest and around the back of his neck to squeeze his hand in your own. 

“Do it again,” you say, “but don’t hold back this time.” His serious face cracks and he flashes you his signature shit-eating grin as he leans in again. 

“Be careful what you wish for,” he mutters as his lips linger in the empty space between you. They brush against yours, just barely, yet it’s enough to send a shiver up your spine. He slips one hand around your waist to steady you, pressing his palm against your lower back. There’s just a thin layer of satin between you, yet it feels like a brick wall blocking the full extent of your desire. A soft sigh escapes your lips and you feel JJ smirk as he leans in to capture it, finally pressing his lips to yours again. This time, he’s more aggressive, and he scrapes his teeth against your bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. You can’t help but moan a little bit, and after it happens, you can feel a shift in his actions. He takes a step forward, slotting one of his legs between your thighs as his hands slide down to your ass. Your fingers find his hair easily, tugging lightly to encourage him. 

Before you can take things any further, you hear your mom’s voice yelling out for you from the doorway. You’re thankful to the darkness for shielding you from her sight and let your lips linger against JJ’s for a few seconds before pulling back. As you turn to head back inside, his arms tighten around you, holding you in place, and he whispers a promise into the night air between you. 

“Nothing will ever change me and you.”

[abigailfantasy]

Hey sleepy how are you feeling.

I know you're wondering why it's morning even though you were just at a club in Miami. Well let's just say if a pretty lady way out of your league buys you a drink, she isn't trying to sleep with you lol.

Don't freak out, it's been a couple of months. We took your ID and traced every part of your identity. Legally you are now dead, every institution your part of, your bank, your driver's license, etc has been closed. You for the most part are a ghost. Well the old you anyways.

Let me explain

We took the liberty of reconstructing you to my specific desires. We first began by pumping a steady stream of estrogen into your body as well as putting hormone suppressants for that pesky testosterone in your body. We made sure not to massage your muscles so you have atrophied quite a bit. We wait a long time before we add breast implants. We waited on you and we found that your body naturally developed perfect double D tits, like you were always meant to be a girl. We couldn't leave you malnourished so we have a feeding tube with foods and supplements that specifically made your skin smoother and more vibrant, we also saw another side effect that your ass became incredible.

We then began to laser off all your hair, trim and manicure your fingers and feet. We let your hair grow out long and we maintained it. We began subliminally playing messages in your brain to give you more feminine thoughts and desires.

For surgery we gave your vocal cords a nice scraping so now its incredibly high pitched. We also reconstructed your face to become more feminine. The most exciting surgery you had was a vagina replacement surgery; we found a transman that wanted a penis and we gave them yours, he now has a fully functional penis and testicles though he was a little sad at how small the penis was, but was still glad, you now have a fully functional vagina and womb, also a plus its a virgin womb. Sadly your organs began to die in your medically induced coma, so now you can't process any meat, luckily you can still get protein by eating eggs and cum, the perfect meal for a feminized slut.

To do all this cost us nearly 500,000$, it was long and arduous but I fully expect to get my money back plus more. From now on you owe the company femcorp that money with interest. You can't declare bankruptcy on these loans either, and they will follow you no matter where you go in the world. If you need to be extradited out of America we will take you to a private island where we can do whatever we want to you. So be a good girl and listen.

You are now a fuckdoll model for femcorp. Your identity is that of a beautiful Arab woman. You will go to parties and clubs and find and fuck the richest men you can find. You'll quickly learn the hunks aren't that wealthy. Your a piece of property, a tool for generating money. You will become the best asset we have I know it.

You will learn to strip tease and dance. You will take daily sex lessons in oral, vaginal, and anal sex. You will study every kink and desire a man has. You will learn to walk and talk in the most seductive way possible. You will become a dominatrix and a submissive slut. You are nothing but a tool for sex.

P.S. you can get pregnant now, so don't be to slutty

You may ask yourself why I do this. Well I like looking for lonely pathetic porn addicted losers with small cocks. Men like you take girls in porn most vulnerable moments that destroy our lives and reputations and jerk off to it. So I wanted to turn you into the object of your desires and make you feel vulnerable and isolated like I did.

So go out slut enjoy the perks of your new life of whoredom. You are going to suck a lot of dick and take a lot of dick in your new pussy and your sculpted ass. You are going to make me money till you become an old ugly used up whore.

[ericas-music-exploration]

Me? "SOUR"? As if...

Starting as a "SOUR" teenage girl crying over her ex Olivia Rodrigo is now spilling her "Guts" with her new album. Back in 2021 the Disney Channel actor Oliva Rodrigo released her first hit song outside of Disney “Drivers License” recently after her break up with co-star Joshua Bennet (fans believe). The song was a complete success and reached teens all over the world with over 1.1 billion streams. Just 5 months after the release of “Drivers License” Olivia dropped her first album “Sour”. Olivia’s songs are a bit too relatable for anyone who has dealt with heartbreak and she is very vocal about her pain, feelings of betrayal, and all the feelings one should feel while healing from a breakup.

 In the “SOUR” album one would get more of a pop vibe to it whereas in “Guts” it leans more into rock and this was a bit of a different vibe from Oliva. In her first album “SOUR” she had one song “Brutal” that had more of a rock vibe to it but a whole rock album is different for Olivia and fans seem to be loving it. To see the pop star express herself in rock is amazing. She is still singing about a past lover but bringing a new dynamic to her previous heartbreak music. You can even tell that there's a big difference in the album covers.

Over the past two years, we assume Rodrigo did a lot of healing and soul-searching to find a new version of herself and we can not only hear it in her change of genres but she is very vocal about it in her twelve new songs. In the “Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl,” she expresses that she “hate all my clothes and feels like my skin doesn’t feel right over my bones” The New York Times stated, “Olivia Rodrigo has seen the world and now she’s livid.” The songs in “Guts' ' compared to “SOUR” really show her growth and proves The New York Times right. She seemed to have a point of realization in this album whereas she was seemingly to be a bit delusional in her previous album. In her song “Vampire” she makes a few statements that show the growth she went through. Admitting that she “has made some real dumb mistakes” and how she admits that “she used to believe she was smart but you made me look so naïve' '. “Rodrigo is at her best, perhaps owing to her acting background, when delivering screeds in a kind of hyper-self-aware, spoken-word register. “Yes, I know that he’s my ex, / But can’t two people reconnect?” she poses with an almost audible wink on “Bad Idea Right?” a song on which she contemplates the self-destruction of rekindling an old romance. “I only see him as a friend / The biggest lie I ever said,” she adds, always shrewdly one step ahead of herself.”

“Overall, I see “GUTS” as the bi-curious and grungy older sister to “SOUR” and recommend it to any teenager with growing pains.” Olivia’s music is very popular and the numbers show its success and I’m positive that we will be getting more from Olivia in time. I wonder what other surprises she has in store for us…

[swordofruln]

 “Rules”: repost with the information of  your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the  facts, feel free to add some other of your own! When you’re done, tag  15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: stolen from @pspsgiratina love u foxgloveeeee! tagging: @gcd-fcrsaken @chcsen-cne @tabletbound @mirroredranger @silverdeer @lacampeona (i love that geeta sm i admire u from a distance) @monterraverde @scxrletheart (for chi-yu pls!) @schedarouge @codiciarey

Basics

Name: Chien-Pao Age: Ancient Birthdate: Unknown/None Species: Legendary Pokemon (Sword of Ruin) Gender: None (they/them, it/its) Orientation: Demiromantic homoflexible (id say lesbian if volo didnt exist) Profession: -

Physical Aspects

Hair: It doesn't have ACTUAL hair, but the snow and ice Chien-Pao is made from tends to take a hair-like form to enable more specialized bodylanguage. Eyes: An empty eye blue. Skin: Not really present? It's made of snow and that snow kind of has the texture of fur at times, but that's mostly about it. When it takes human form, it's skin is white and pale, and covered in nasty scars. Height: In human form: 5'8 (F), 6'1 (M)

Family

Siblings: - Parents: - Grandparents: - Other Relatives: It's complicated Any Pets?: Does @tabletbound count?

Skills

Exceptional fighting and killing ability, telepathy, shapeshifting, battling

Traits

STRENGTHS. Loyal, goal oriented, intelligent, protective WEAKNESSES. Possessive, violent, aggressive, malevolent, distrustful, stubborn, abusive, emotionally unavailable-

Likes

Colors: White, blue, silver, gold Smells: Fresh and clean water in a stream, lavender, sitrus berry flowers Textures: Velvet, silk, clean hair Drinks: Water. Literally just that lol.

Other

Smokes?: No. Drugs: No. Driver License: No. Ever Been Arrested?: No.

[vervainlacedveins]

𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻. — repost , do not reblog .

FULL NAME.  evangeline salvatore

NICKNAME.  eva, evie (only by @clawsandsnark)

PRONOUNS.  she / her

SIZE.  5'3" (160 cm)

AGE.  18 (turned), 26

ZODIAC.  libra

SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english

𝑷𝑯𝒀𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑨𝑳 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺

HAIR.  long jet black hair. hangs past the middle of her back. soft curls, but more wavy than curly. either up in messy pony tails or down and carefree.

EYES.   almond shape, bright green. can appear very cutting and sharp when annoyed/angry. but when warm/happy her eyes sparkle.

BODY TYPE.  slim and very lean. she does have curves but they're very soft and not exaggerated.

VOICE.   has a southern accent from being raised by north carolina though isnt very thick. her tone can vary from her mood. eg; cutting and sharp, blunt when angry or soft and gentle and emotional when talking to those she cares for

DOMINANT HAND.  right hand

POSTURE.  not 100% straight but also not 100% slouched either. she does hold herself up higher when defensive or defending herself against a threat.

SCARS.   she also has about 60% burns on her body (including part of her face) that didn't heal during her transition into a half vampire (since the burns were already technically 'healed').

BIRTHMARKS. none

MOST NOTABLE FEATURES.  her bright green eyes which are very emotional. they appear even brighter against the contrast of her fair skin and jet black hair. also the burn scar on the left side of her face

𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑳𝑫𝑯𝑶𝑶𝑫

PLACE OF BIRTH.   greenville, north carolina

HOMETOWN.   mystic falls, virginia

SIBLINGS.  none

PARENTS.  zach salvatore (father) † / amanda rivers (mother) †

𝑨𝑫𝑼𝑳𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬

OCCUPATION.  kitchen assistant at the mystic grill / culinary student

CURRENT RESIDENCE.   mystic falls, virginia at the salvatore boarding house (since her mother died). however she moves out shortly after getting married to daniel lockwood and they get their own little place together in town.

CLOSE FRIENDS.   elena, caroline, stefan, ally (@verbenaadverse) (idk eva needs more friends)

FINANCIAL STATUS.   kinda wealthy given her father did own the salvatore boarding house but eva doesn't dulge herself in the money

DRIVER'S LICENSE.   yes although that wouldnt stop her from stealing damon's car for a joy ride

CRIMINAL RECORD.  nothing recorded although she does have a list of kills under her name due to her half vampire nature

VICES.   drinker

𝑺𝑬𝑿 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.   straight

PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.  either but mostly top

TURN OFFS.  arrogance, being a slob, poor hygiene, dishonesty

TURN ON'S.   compassion, good heart, patience, trustworthy, makes her laugh/smile

LOVE LANGUAGE.   gentle touches, caressing, cooking, sitting in silence in each others arms

RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. eva has really only had one main relationship which is her current partner/husband, dan lockwood. it's kinda an opposites attract sorta thing as eva is the typical angry grump and dan is the optimism who tries to see the good in everything/everyone. but given the fact they met each other in season 2, got married in season 3 (which is kinda fast given tvd's timeline) and are still married by the finale (and after), it's safe to say that the eva/dan relationship is GOALS

𝑴𝑰𝑺𝑪𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬𝑶𝑼𝑺

CHARACTER'S THEME TUNE.  fatal by rza / the art of loss by stream of passion / bring me to life by evanescence

HOBBIES TO PASS THE TIME.  cooking, drinking (to avoid her pain), eating, swimming, hanging out at the grill, generally anything that will keep her distracted

LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.   right-brained

SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   eva isn't considered a confident person that thinks highly of herself, however she can be snarky and cocky which one might perceive as confidence. it's not confidence, however, its just eva's inability to think before she speaks/acts. as she behaves this way even around much stronger vampires which almost always results in her neck getting snapped if she's not careful by what she says

tagged by @flappervcmp <3 tagging – @clawsandsnark , @itsonlyfinn , @littlestvrs , @thesnarkybrother , @seerkin , @dopplgaenger and anyone else!

[chaoticrebels]

𝑪𝑯𝑨��𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME. Dimitri Nikolaevich Graves-Romanov NICKNAME. Dimi, Riri, Mimi, Niko, Romeo, DR. Graves ALIAS. Romanov Heir GENDER. Male HEIGHT. 6'3" AGE. Roughly around 28 - 30 ZODIAC. Cancer SPOKEN LANGUAGES. English, Russian, French, Portuguese, Spanish, Italian.

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Brunette EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. White BODY TYPE. Athletic VOICE. xx

DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Straight SCARS. None TATTOOS. Several BIRTHMARKS. None MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). His striking features, versatile style, and charismatic demeanor

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Saint Petersburg, Russia HOMETOWN. Saint Petersburg, Russia SIBLINGS. None PARENTS. Nikolai Alexei Romanov & Anastasia Natasha Graves

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Prince, Streamer, Mafia Leader CURRENT RESIDENCE. Saint Petersburg, Russia CLOSE FRIENDS. Alexsey Solovyov, Maksim Morozov, Iyla Solovyova, Ekaterina Morozova RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Single // Betrothed to Paul ;3<3 FINANCIAL STATUS. Extremely Wealthy DRIVER’S LICENSE. Yes because he has a collection of vehicles he loves to drive CRIMINAL RECORD. None VICES. Flirty, Sarcasm, Stubborn, Impulsive, Spontaneous, Reckless, Charming

𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Pansexual PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE. Switch PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE. Versatile LIBIDO. High TURN ON’S. Lip biting, neck kissing, being pushed up against a wall and kissed, dirty talk, sexual teasing, mystery, hair pulling, playing with the hair, spanking, being called daddy, foreplay, begging, exhibitionism, chocking TURN OFF’S.  Lack of foreplay, boredom, narrow-mindedness, poor hygiene, someone playing dumb to get attention, being used, bossy people, being controlled, rudeness, not being taken seriously, liars, bugs, druggies RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES. When he is in a relationship he is loyal and devoted to his partner, he also very spontaneous and playful. He definitely loves keeping his partner on their toes, he finds excitement in the mystery so he keeps a bit of a  mystery to his relationship. However with him, he is like a cat when it comes to affection. And he can get a bit jealous to the point he gets a little possessive, so he definitely doesn't typically like sharing what's his. However he just wants his partner to be happy because they deserve nothing but happiness in his eyes, honestly he can be quite compassionate. He’ll also continue to try to woo his partner even after getting into a relationship with them, hell he'll spoil them because he absolutely loves surprising them. But the main thing is he definitely will love them with everything he has.

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. Love The Way You Hate Me - LIKE A STORM / Sit Still, Look Pretty - Daya { In a male version clearly } / Rules -AViVA / Real One -Smash Into Pieces HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. Causing mischief, listening music, singing, playing the guitar, flirting, going on adventures, rollerblading, skateboarding, hiking, streaming, painting his nails, drawing and coming up for stories, gaming, taking photos of things he finds interesting LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. Both. PHOBIAS. Losing people he loves and cares about, not being good enough, messing up beyond repair, being a bother to people he loves and cares about. SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. He has high confidence but he still has his insecurities. VULNERABILITIES. His willingness to do anything for the one’s he loves, he has a tendency to over think and doubt himself at times, his inability to choose between his parents, he's allergic to certain things, he's a bit reckless at time

[ofangelsanddevils]

Beloved - book 1 Illusion -Prologue

Liana and her sister May were walking home from school together. Under their feet the gold and red leaves on the ground sang their crunching crackling song. The pressure of their shoes released the smell of decay. The backdrop of the sky was a painted slate blue grey while faded sunshine played hide and seek behind a curtain of clouds. The sparkling cool air and late fall afternoon were lost on the pair. May and Liana screamed at each other. Liana’s blood boiled hot and terrible as she yelled;

“I wish you'd never been born!” The vicious words echoed. May didn't say a word. Her eyes glittered diamond-like as the tears ran down her face leaving trails of mascara on their way.

May's page boy, blonde hair curled around her face. Her tall slender frame shook with emotion.

Liana slapped her sister in a fit of rage, then walked away like the coward that she was. May remained alone on the sidewalk, inconsolable. May’s sweet voice broke as she tried in vain to call her sister back. “I said I was sorry! You didn’t need to hit me.”

Liana glanced back to check on May. Her sister was still crying and hadn’t moved from her position of isolation in the middle of the sidewalk.

In the distance a car emerged from around the corner. It was a white sedan with black tinted windows. It barralled forward. Behind the wheel sat a dark haired man with large sunglasses. He was wearing a hoodie. The sun glinted evilly off of the car as it raced forward. It veered closer to the spot where May stood statuesque in sadness.

“Watch out, May!” Liana shrieked . May turned too late. The driver floored the gas and swerved into her.

The sound of breaking bones reverberated along the street and resonated through Liana's shocked mind. Her sister was thrown several feet forward onto the cement. The car lurched off the curb and sped off down the road. The acrid smell of burning rubber mixed with the scent of blood. Too shocked by the moment, Liana neglected to read the license plate as the numbers faded into obscurity.

Liana flew to where her sister was sprawled on the ground. May wasn't breathing. She lay unmoving on the cracked grey cement. Her skin was chalk white in sharp contrast to the flamboyant colors of the autumn leaves that lay around her. Liana crumpled in surrender as she caressed her sister’s serene forehead, moving the blonde hair away from the unresponsive visage of her sister.

“May hold on! Don’t go! I’m sorry!” Tears of shame streamed down her face and fell onto the pavement leaving small wet circles. Liana would never be able to apologise for the hurtful things she'd just said.

The bleak tranquility of that moment soon blurred into frenetic action as an ambulance and cops arrived.

Then she gave her story to the police. Next came the funeral preparations, which went by in a deliriously fast manner.

Rain was the main guest on the day of the burial. Liana ignored the priest's trite speech, and she focused all her energy on the moment when her sister was lowered down into the ground for her eternal sleep.

Liana held an umbrella in one hand as she bent down and retrieved a handful of soft wet dirt. The scent of iron and clay filled her nostrils when she threw the soil. It landed with a hollow pattering, joining it’s sound to that of the drizzling rain. Remnants of dirt clung to her hand and she absently-mindedly brushed it off onto her black dress where it left wet grime.

On the journey home, the rain beat down on the car windows. Liana sat numb in the backseat watching the drops of water race each other down the windowpane. She and May had raced rain drops together during long car trips in their youth.

After the guests had expressed their condolences and then left to rejoin the land of the living, Liana had sat rocking gently on her sister’s bed. She clutched May’s pink flowered pillow to her body in a vain attempt to shield herself from the searing pain.

Her mother's hesitant knock interrupted her tragic reverie.

“Come in.” Liana choked out between her sobs.

Her mom stood in the entrance of the bedchamber. She still wore her black silk dress from the funeral. It fitted her like it'd been sprayed on, and her narrow frame moved and rippled with the fabric of the dress. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she had a red bag thrown over her left shoulder. The two colors reminded Liana of a black widow. Her mom was speaking, it took a moment for Liana to register what her mom was trying to tell her;

“You’re leaving?” Liana sniffled in shock, her tears stopped cold, one drop perched precariously on her brown lashes.

“Yes, but only for a few days. I’ll be back soon I promise.” Her mom reassured her.

She strode over and hugged Liana tightly, her action seemed half-hearted and insincere. Then her mom quietly closed the door behind her leaving Liana alone to face the devastating loss.

Liana stretched her weary body across the pink and white coverlet of her sister’s bed. At some point she fell asleep and she dreamt of an evil face that leered out at her from behind the wheel of a car.

[themagnificentartofshipping]

Maybe it’s because I’m from the Niley/Nelena era of disney (like i was a kid, but I was invested) but I don’t think skin is that petty. The one petty thing to me is Sab saying josh is on her skin. Everything else in the song i feel is valid like she was like girl feel what you feel but there was no reason to publicly involve me in your shit, and “don’t drive yourself insane/it won’t always be this way”, just doesnt feel petty to me, it feels like just truth from someone in their 20s to someones who is still a teen, like this isn’t something that you need to focus on, you’ll move on and be fine especially since it was after lyrics like i hope we can laugh about  this someday which to me points the idea that this might feel like a big deal now, but it won’t forever. And maybe I’m bias because a) I don’t think Sabrina is an asshole and b) alot of this was my thoughts after listening to drivers license and I’m around sabrina’s age so i wouldnt be surprised if she had similar thoughts.

Plus as I expressed I think its PR moves, so yeah.

I hope i’m done talking about this now but, who knows. 

[iseultandtristan]

it’s the way everyone on tiktok thinks they’re so superior for hating on sabrina... y’all are so ugly

mini rant bc im just ugh fucking annoyed, if ur “team olivia” miss me with that shit and go on ur merry way. i dont wanna fucking hear it. on to the rant:

the new trend on tiktok is now hating on sabrina carpenter and honestly it’s fucking disgusting. let’s be clear i have literally been stanning olivia and her music since she was cast in hsmtmts well over a year ago. i have every one of her unreleased songs saved on insta. i was bopping to dl way before it was released. and where were y’all??? oh right, nowhere!!! you didnt even know she existed until 2 fucking weeks ago but now uve decided she’s uwu “a literal child” that needs to protected. like??? the girl just had a massive hit and got a whole new fanbase, she’s fine! this isnt about olivia, this is about y’all needing to show ur morally superior touting ur fakeass bs feminism by hating and bashing on another young female artist who by the fucking way has been in this business releasing banger after banger and getting paid dust for it for like 8 years. everytime i see another person jumping on this “tea” and making a video where they repeat the same assinine shit that the last hundred tiktoks they just saw said (“blonde girl... diss track... homewrecker... adult vs a minor”) u just further prove to me and anyone with an ounce of critical thinking skills that ur a sheep who rides hate trains bc u cant think for urself and it makes u feel superior. frankly, u sound stupid and u look ugly.

[aamirmitchell]

ok, i know it's a silly thing to point out and just be confused over, but i truly cannot get over the fact that in "skin" sabrina carpenter says "maybe blonde was the only rhyme" but in "drivers license" blonde isn't used as a rhyme at all- not an end rhyme, not midline rhyme, none of that. olivia says,

"you're probably with that blonde girl, who always made me doubt

she's so much older than me, she's everything i'm insecure about"

so... i just... blonde wasn't a rhyme. in fact, that wasn't even the original lyric and the change had no impact on the rhyme scheme.

[brightinnocence]

but the drama with sabrina carpenter and olivia rodrigo was too over hyped.

[loostssoul]

me auditioning for an acting role or something idk i never considered acting:

me: oh you want me to cry on command? ight bet play drivers license by olivia rodrigo

[rafescoke]

Need To Know (Part 2) ; Rafe Cameron

masterlist

#Part 2 

#Part 1

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader confronts Rafe about his past

Warnings: More angst, more flashback smut, substance, swearing, Rafe being a dick again

A/N: Thank you so much for the overwhelming love from my last post! I love you to the moon and back <3

p.s, my request box is always open for you to drop in any ideas!

“My god, you both look great.”

Rafe chuckled, too drunk to say anything, and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend of 4 months. The night breeze flew past everyone on the yacht as they strolled down the stream, moving their hips along to ‘Summer’ by Calvin Harris and trying to hear each other’s conversations over the loud music.

“Thanks, Tops,” (Y/N) smiled, feeling her body moving to the beat. She thought about the amount of drinks she had, but giggled when she had to recount again, and then frowned when she kept forgetting the number she ended on.

“What are you thinking?” Rafe whined, pulling her away from Topper who had his arms around another girl, trying to move on from his failed relationship with Sarah Cameron. He had told Rafe and (Y/N) that he have never felt better, but they both know the truth. He was completely wrecked after the breakup; when Topper found out about Sarah and a certain boy from the other side of the island, Rafe had to be there for him every single night until recently. He was too afraid of the things that Topper would do to himself.

“I can’t remember how many drinks I’ve had tonight,” she cried, tugging on his shirt as she placed her chin on his shoulder. Rafe laughed, patting her back before pulling her to face him.

“You had 8 shots. I had more.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, raising her brows. When she saw a smile slowly creeping onto his face, she groaned loudly.

“You always do this to me!” She grunted, but a tone of humor laced in her face. “God, I hate you.” She made a move to talk away, crossing her arms.

“No-” he shook his head, pulling her arm so that she will end right back into his arms again. He grinned when his tactic worked, “You don’t hate me. You love me too much.”

“Disgusting,” (Y/N) made a face, and stood on her toes to whisper into his ear. “Wanna do something?”

Rafe looked at her, and when he saw the sly smile etched onto her face, he kissed her fully on her lips, always admiring this side of her that she rarely shows to other people.

When he first found out about this opposite side of his girlfriend, Rafe couldn’t believe his eyes. He tried to convince himself that when she had asked to do coke with him for the first time that night, it was merely his imagination and not reality, but when she woke up next to him the next morning, the sun highlighting her hair and eyes, smiling shyly at him, he knew that it had, indeed, happened.

“You want to do coke?” he asked, forcing himself to keep his grin concealed. “Right now? In the middle of the party?”

(Y/N) hummed in response, and kissed his cheeks. “Please?”

Rafe didn’t answer her as he pulled her through the many dancing bodies to one of the back rooms in the yacht, trying to contain his excitement. The last time they had done this together ended up being one of the best nights of Rafe’s life, and he hoped to relive it again.

Rafe poured the intoxicating powder on the cold table, licking his pink lips as he separated them into four lines using his driver’s license. (Y/N) saw a glimpse of his handsome ID photo on the card, and tried to stop herself from kissing him. 

How could someone look so handsome in their driver’s license? It’s impossible.

(Y/N) licked the side of his face as he tried to balance the lines evenly, not able to contain her feelings anymore. She felt like having him for the rest of her life, and she can’t imagine spending her future with anyone else. 

“What was that for?” Rafe groaned, but he was smiling. (Y/N) wiped the already- drying wet mark on the side of his face with her sleeve, only to be stopped by Rafe’s fingers around her wrist.

“I didn’t say you could wipe it.”

(Y/N) giggled, kissing his cheeks as he returned back to his previous work. She wondered again on the never ending questions of why would Rafe choose her amongst the many girls who have tried to get his attention since forever, but her thought was disturbed by the sudden swift of Rafe’s lips against hers.

“Ladies first,” he whispered, handing her a rolled up hundred dollars bill. (Y/N) smiled, putting a light pressure on her left nostril using her pointer before dipping her head to inhale the substance.

She threw her head back, laughing when she could feel Rafe’s soft lips peppering wet kisses along her exposed neck. She closed her eyes against the warm feeling, her fingers running through his messy hair.

“Your turn, baby,” she giggled, stopping her boyfriend before they could provide a free show for everyone else. Rafe sighed, clearly unsatisfied, but he took the rolled up bill from her fingers and dipped his head.

Before he could inhale the white powder, he turned to look at her, a glinting mischief in his eyes. (Y/N) groaned, wanting to spend her hazy trip with her boyfriend instead of going ahead of him.

“What is it?”

“Lay on your back,” he said, not looking at her as he took out the extra mini ziplock bags. (Y/N) looked at him with a frustrated expression. “I swear to god, (Y/N), just fucking do it.”

(Y/N) sighed and laid her back against the sofa, trying to hold her skirt from lifting up and exposing her black thong she had bought beforehand. She widened her eyes when she felt Rafe’s cold rings grazing her skin, closing her eyes when she felt his hands slowly creeping towards her aching core.

“What are you doing?” She hissed, closing her legs quickly. “Rafe, we can’t do anything here.”

“Relax,” he whispered, pulling her legs apart again, and (Y/N) almost moaned from the sudden cold breeze nipping on her skin. She gripped on his wrist again, trying to remind and warn him about his next move at the same time.

Just by the glare that Rafe had given her, signaling that he wasn’t playing and he hadn’t got the time to joke around, she let go of his wrist, looking up to her boyfriend who was unlocking the mini bag.

She hissed when Rafe poured a perfect amount of cocaine on her lap, enough for him to get on by the night. She watched as he separated them into lines using his driver’s license again. She gulped, her heartbeat getting quicker.

“Stop moving so much,” Rafe grunted, focusing on perfecting the lines against her soft skin. After a few seconds of trying his best, he looked back to admire his work, licking his teeth.

“Oh my god, Rafe, you can’t be-”

“Shut up,” he said, taking the rolled up bill and dipping his head until he was on the same level as her head. She bit her lips, nervous. She threw her head back when Rafe inhaled a line, her heartbeat beating quicker than that time she tried to hide herself in Rafe’s closet from Rose. 

She could feel his fingers gripping her thighs, and she couldn’t deny the growing feeling inside her. Rafe chuckled, wiping his nose, and dipped his head back to the previous position.

“Rafe. . .” she whined, trying her best not to move around so much. The grip around her legs tightened, and she gritted her teeth as he placed wet kisses along her leg, ending directly before her desperate core.

“Oh my god,” she groaned, closing her eyes.

(Y/N) has experienced nothing of that sort, and the farthest thing they have done was fucking each other in Rafe’s hot tub that one drunken night. The last time she did coke with her boyfriend, no body parts were involved and it was only the two of them and her grandmother’s glass table.

Rafe chuckled, rubbing his nose as he resurfaced from his second last line, holding the rolled up bill between his fingers like a cigarette. “You like that, huh?”

“I’ve never wanted you to fuck me so bad before,” she said, groaning as she tried to keep her legs still for Rafe to inhale that one last line, but she knew he wouldn’t make her life that easy.

She watched as he kissed the inner of her thighs, going upwards, placing more kisses on her hips and again, directly halting before her core. Rafe could see the wet mark on her thongs, and could feel himself getting harder. 

“Please,” she begged, looking at him with her innocent eyes, her fingers wrapping around his wrist. “Please, Rafe, baby, please.”

“As you wish, princess.”

She went into another unexplainable feeling as he did his final line, and then  giving her more wet kisses along her thighs and lastly, that resulted her into jerking her body upwards towards his chest; he placed a strong kiss on her clothed core. 

Rafe laughed, watching her pressed herself against him, trying to find any kind of friction. “Relax, baby. I thought you wanted me to stop?”

“Fuck you,” she whispered, before climbing onto his lap and attacking him with kisses. 

“Okay-” he said in between kisses, “Fine-” more kisses, “Fuck me.”

(Y/N) groaned, feeling his hard member all pushed up against her as she kept on attacking him with kisses. This is exactly the problem; he would tease her and she would just not stop. 

“People are watching, baby,” he whispered, stopping her fingers from unzipping his jeans. They were both breathing really hard, and (Y/N) leaned closer to his ear.

“Let them.”

He groaned as she finally unzipped his pants, exposing his throbbing penis against the night air of North Carolina. He tried to pull his and (Y/N)’s body downwards by an inch to hide their ungodly behaviour behind the table, but was caught off guard when (Y/N) gripped his fingers, halting his movement.

“I said let them watch.”

Rafe wasn’t sure if it was the drugs that took over her or it was just another side of her that she was finally exposing to him, but he couldn’t deny the excitement coursing through his veins. This was every teenage boy’s wet dreams, and Rafe couldn’t believe the fact that he was finally experiencing it.

Before he could prepare himself, he felt her sink into him as she wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her forehead against his as she panted to reach her end. Rafe held her waist, not putting any pressure and letting her take control completely. He watched as she bit her lips, placing quick kisses against his neck.

“I love you, oh my god,” she said as she pushed herself down onto him, closing her eyes to concentrate on the familiar feeling growing in her stomach. “My perfect boy.”

“I’m close,” he shuddered, this time thrusting his hips against her to quicken the pace, feeling his end reaching. He didn’t care about the crowd that was starting to form near them; he was happy and content with the girl who was a moaning mess on top of him.

“Fuck-” she screamed as he released himself into her, falling against his chest to catch her breath. Rafe placed a lazy kiss against the top of her head as she grunted, too tired to even remove herself. 

“I wanna do coke with you every single night,” she whispered involuntarily as Rafe pulled her up, finally finding the strength to do so. He fixed her dress for her as she rested her head against the sofa, feeling so close to doze off for the night. Rafe smiled, tucking a strand of her hair before buttoning his jeans back again. He kissed her cheeks as she sighed, intertwining their fingers. 

“I’ll always love you, okay?” he said, but she was too tired to say anything back. She whispered something back, and Rafe laughed in return, and the night continued with her head against his chest as they snuggled up close on the sunbathing area. When the clock struck 12, they watched the fireworks decorating the night sky, and Rafe swore he had never seen anything more beautiful than (Y/N) under that glowing sky that particular night.

“Happy birthday, my love,” Rafe whispered, before placing a longing kiss on her lips.

(Y/N) woke up with a start.

She heard noises coming from her window, and she groaned before making her way towards the light. Her feet tapped lightly against her carpeted floor, feeling the cold temperature coming from outside.

Great. Just the person she wanted to see.

“Let me in, baby, please,” Rafe said against her window, fogging her glass. “Please? Let me explain myself.”

(Y/N) held her middle finger up to him before returning to her bed, watching the panicking boy from the corners of her eyes.

How could he climb up to her room after all the things he did to her?

“Oh my god-” she heard him speak, “It’s cold out here. Please? Let me in.” 

(Y/N) tried to block out his voice as she placed her pillows against her ears, but when she kept hearing his pleads, she couldn’t shake the bad feeling in her heart. She stood up from her bed, watching Rafe struggling to hold on to a branch, and opened the window, all while silently cursing to herself.

Rafe quickly shut the windows and sighed as he got used to the warm atmosphere, his eyes following the girl as she returned back towards her bed. Rafe stayed shut, following her actions, and sat beside her limp body.

“I’m-”

“I don’t want to talk to you,” she cut him off, and Rafe watched as she shifted to get comfortable. She wasn’t looking at him, and Rafe felt a pang of pain across his heart.

“Please, baby, you deserve an explanation.”

(Y/N) stayed quiet, and Rafe took the silence as an agreement. He ran his fingers through his hair a few times, trying to find his voice; because this is exactly the problem -

He didn’t know how much more (Y/N) had heard from his ex’s mouth, but based on the quick summary that she had given him through the phone call an hour ago, everything that she told him was true.

Because he was stupid. He was selfish, and he didn’t believe in the idea of falling in love with some and making great memories with them. Life simply wasn’t that way to him - 

All he cared about was sex and drugs, and his ex filled that exact cravings in him. He grew attached, but (Y/N) had taught him love. She taught him all the things that he didn’t know existed in him before.

“It’s true,” was all he said.

He grimaced as (Y/N) let out a shrill laugh, and stayed shut right after. He felt the need to caress her but decided against it, knowing that she will probably push him off.

“And I’m sorry. I was stupid, okay? I didn’t mean any of that. God, I wish I can turn back time and did everything differently because god, I was so fucking stupid and I hate seeing you cry because of me.”

Rafe could feel his own tears crashing down. The last time he had cried this hard was when Ward yelled at him, saying how useless he is and that he will never be proud of him, but (Y/N) was there for him during that time to calm him down. 

Now he’s alone.

“God, (Y/N), you give me love and you’ve taught me how to love and- and, I can’t let you go now, oh my god, I can’t-” he took a deep breath, “Not when I love you too much.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she whispered, and Rafe felt like killing himself at the sound of her voice in pain. “Why didn’t you fucking tell me?” She repeated, louder this time.

“I was scared,” he whispered back. “I wish I can take your pain away.”

“Rafe-” she sat up, her eyes puffy and red from the never ending tears since she fled the party. She looked at the boy she loves, and felt a sudden wave of emotion for the thing she was about to say.

“Can we stop seeing each other for a while? Can we take a break?”

“What?” Rafe shook his head, his fingers trembling. “No. No. You are not hearing yourself. No.”

“Rafe, please,” she cried, gripping onto her bedsheet. “Give me time to think. I can’t think about all this, just let me breathe!”

“You can’t let me go, (Y/N),” he whispered, trying to connect their fingers like always. When he saw her slipping her hand into her covers, he let out a breath.

“It’s too cold for you to go home. You can sleep in here, with me.”

“Don’t do this to me,” he said again, getting closer. When she flinched, he used all of his energy not to let out a yell, knowing that it would cause her to leave him for good.

“Just give me time. To think. Okay?”

“I love you,” he whispered, “I’ll wait. However long it’s going to take, I’ll wait.”

She didn’t return his affection and Rafe waited a few more seconds for her to mutter the words back. He took a deep breath before standing up, limping towards her window again.

“Rafe, you can stay here. Don’t make this any harder for me.”

But he left anyway, and (Y/N) was frozen in her position as she stared at his previous space on her bed, his scent slowly evaporating into the air. She couldn’t believe it; she lost him. She lost every inch of him, the only boy she truly loves.

She cried again against her pillows, missing her boy.

#Part 3

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ponk lore notes i wrote down real fast as he was talking

takes place before the smp, before ponk joined, before tommy joined

set in a land before the dream smp (whole different city?)

a lot of flashbacks and people’s internal thoughts

alyssa is going to be a pretty small part

c!ponk is a descendant of the town that’s gone mad, he has bleached hair and tan skin

mask lore

some parts are prerecorded and some parts are live but it’ll be hard to tell which is which

whichever day it is, it’ll probably be around the same time ponk usually streams

it’ll be announced beforehand rather than just jumping it on people

sam and ponk want to go ghosthunting irl this isn’t lore it’s just funny

background lore about sam alyssa bbh and ant!!

he thinks it’ll make us cry

drivers license remix????

dream sequence, which will be kinda wacky and fun (whole stream won’t be serious and sad or anything)

doctor ponk