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fulloffencekurooishotterthanyou · 2 months

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Grocery Shopping.

Ft. Suna Rintarō

Notes: NSFW minors dni, fingering, car sex, afab reader, fluff at beginning, swearing, pet names

“rin,” you groan, as the crooked wheel of the trolley jams into the back of your heel for the millionth time. “drive the goddamn trolley straight, please.”

there’s a laugh. husky and low, belonging to the man you call your own.

“but, love,” he whines, that familiar drawl in his nonchalant tone as he pushes the trolley a little so you’re walking side by side. “it’s not my fault it’s wonky. you should take that up with someone who works here,”

you can’t help but roll your eyes at his teasing tone and instead decide to aim your focus at the apples that are cheaper than usual. the shine of the skin “a-peeling” as suna comments behind you.

you usually shop together, late at night like this when he doesn’t have training. it’s probably the only time when you’re not drowned in work or your boyfriend is building up his thighs like a god at the gym.

“doll, what else was on the list?” your lover’s voice is serious, as he stares at the aisle numbers in concentration. “why am i thinking of butter? did we even need butter?” your laugh resounds in his ear, as you explain it was bread, not butter. “ohhh, bread. gotcha. be back in a second.” he shoots you an award winning smile, before pushing the trolley to the bread aisle, almost looking too elated to be here with you at the supermarket.

“what’s gotten into him?” you mumble to yourself as you pick up other items on the mental list you made. when ten minutes have passed, and no rintarō has appeared for a suspicious amount of time, you walk down briskly, scanning each aisle.

“rin?” you call, scanning through every area, like a lookout team.

“darling, over here!” an excited voice rings out and you stop in your tracks, walking down the dangerously alluring sweets aisle.

“what are you doing?” you ask with a laugh, seeing wide and excited eyes gracing your boyfriend’s features.

“they have chūpets in stock!” his hands can’t seem to move any faster, as he looks through the different flavours.

“i’ve never seen you more excited, truly,” you say teasingly, as he gives you a pointed look.

“i get excited about plenty of things, hun. i’ve got no idea what you’re saying,”

“yeah? and how much are you willing to bet chūpets are better than sex?” you dare ask, wondering what his reply will be. there’s a beat of silence.

“fuck. that’s a hard question.” he replies, his face grim with indecisiveness. you laugh, playfully hitting his arm.

“you actually have to think about it?” i ask, as he places three packets of chūpets into the trolley. the two of you head to the self check out, scanning your items.

“i mean, both are good. very good,”

“but this is sex i’m talking about. you really believe jelly fruit sticks compare?” your banter is comfortable and flirtatious, as rintarō pushes the trolley to your car. as he unloads the bags, he hums in thought.

“chūpets are gifts from the gods themselves, love. i can’t argue with fact,” his voice clearly pokes fun at you, as he shuts the boot door with a firm hand.

“i’d argue they’re not as satisfying as a good blow job,”

“what? ‘cause of the same sucking motion?” he says, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“suna rintarō!” you cry out, giving him a look of pure unadulterated shock. “you did not just say that!”

he shrugs, but the grin on his face is practically devilish. “did i?” he puts the trolley away with a satisfied look plastered over his features. “why? are you going to prove me wrong, angel?” at this, his voice is lower now; richly suave and so thick with desire, you might as well be bathing in honey.

“you’re a tease. a fucking tease, you know that?”

“mmm, i did, actually.” a gentle hand grasps your hip, as he pulls you in, closing all distance between you.

“we’re in the middle of a car park, rintarō,” you remind him, your lips severely close to his. shit, you want to kiss him so badly.

“it’s almost midnight, doll. nobody’s around to see us,” his lips graze yours, but only for a second. “besides, we gotta test that bet of ours,”

another kiss breaks the surface fleetingly, before you’re dragged into the back seats of the car, the door shutting firmly behind you.

“rin, it’s not more than a fifteen minute drive hom-” you don’t get to finish your sentence as you’re pulled under your boyfriend, his lips crashing against yours.

it takes you a minute to regain your breathing, only to lose it again, his hands in your hair, yours around his neck as he craves for more.

“i want you, darling. right here, right now.”

and you’d be a complete fool to deny him that.

“then take me,” you whisper into his mouth before you’re kissing again, his tongue finding his way into your mouth as his touches grow rougher.

“fuck.” he groans, peppering your neck with kisses as his hands trail down to the buttons of your pants. “let me taste you,” he pleads, untying the string of his sweats. “can i have you, baby? please?”

“yes,” you breathe, watching as his pants and boxers are discarded carelessly, his hands coming back to cup your cheeks. “you can have me, rin,”

he groans, a guttural sound as he lifts your legs over his shoulders in one fluid motion, kissing your inner thighs. “big claim to make, angel. i’m gonna make you feel so fucking good,”

his mouth seems to second that statement, as you whimper from the touch of his lips near your entrance. his tongue comes next, a sword against your shield, digging his way through to you with a muffled moan. “you taste so good, doll. always taste so good for me, don’t you?”

“fuck, rin!” you cry out, as a pale, slim finger penetrates your folds. “oh god, oh fuck-” you choke out, babbling mindlessly as his fingers are practically sucked in and out of your hole.

“not even the real thing yet, baby. already so responsive,” he hums, thrusting another finger inside. your moans only compel him to insert another, his movements gradually getting faster and rougher.

“i want you, rin,” you plead. “just give it to me already. stop teasing me,”

“sweetheart, i haven’t done anything of the kind,” he smiles, pulling out his wet fingers, licking them as he watches you. “but since you’re so insistent sex is better than my beloved chūpets, i guess i’ll give you what you want,”

a ragged gasp of air comes out of you as the tip starts to slowly sink in.

“ahh- rin, shit, you’re so- fuck! you’re big,” you ramble, thoughts simply unable to pass through you. rintarō continues his pursuit, delving in deeper, as he thrusts against your walls in an effort to derail you from coherency.

when he bottoms out, your cries are strangled as crescent moons crease his t-shirt, your grip on him, unrelenting.

“fuck, hun, you’re tight,” he hisses, his base reaching your skin as he begins to move, hard and fast. rintarō’s hips rock into yours, the wild bucking sensation almost too much as you moan wantonly.

“t-the car is shaking-” you manage to choke out, but it’s like your boyfriend doesn’t hear you, his relentless pursuit of breaking down your walls his only mission.

his cock fills you up so deeply, you can barely move as your pleas for more only seem to invigorate him to pound you harder.

each thrust is like a message, one that tells you that there’s no place either of you would rather be, but with each other. rintarō’s cock remains hard and swollen inside of you, his desperate grunts filling the car.

“release for me, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone the personification of velvet. “show me how good i make you feel,” each touch sends you ablaze, your whimpers music to rintarō’s ears as his skin dances over yours.

“r-rin!” you all but scream, the pleasure blinding as his cock slams into your walls, a sign of love as you moan. “i’m gonna… fucking hell, i’m gonna cum,”

“that it’s, darling. cum all over this fat dick for me, yeah?” rintarō smiles as his hard member urges to release. but he waits. suna rintarō can be patient when he wants to.

“close, ‘m close!” you sob, hips held in place by suna’s firm grip. “rin- hnngh~ rintarō!”

there’s a low chuckle from your boyfriend as he hits your g-spot more consistently. “go on. let it all out for me, doll. you know i’m good for it,”

you swear loudly, your voice shaky as you announce your climax again. the coil in your stomach tightens, and then releases all at once. “i’m cumming!” you groan, thighs trembling as rintarō pants from the overexertion.

“fuck, that feels so good. your cum feels so warm on my cock.” he whispers, the words so vulgar it makes you moan a little more. “wait, wait. quiet down for me,” he requests, and you bite your lip to hold your silence.

“you hear that, hun?” suna asks, his cum-soaked cock rubbing against your walls. the motion produces a series of audibly lewd noises, the squelch making you tense up on him, all over again.

you can’t handle it anymore, writhing with pleasure as your lover pulls out, his cock covered with your fluids. “where should i cum, baby? tell me where i should, we wouldn’t want it to go to waste.” his tone is sly, like he wanted this all along. you can barely answer as his seed squirts all over your bare stomach, as he kisses you deeply. you press your lips back hungrily, tongues finding their way to meet each other’s as your shared moans echo in the backseats.

“better than sex?” you choke out now, your back limp against the car seat as you both pant heavily. there is a moment of quiet, aside from the jagged breathing before suna quips.

“yeah, maybe,” your boyfriends winks. “i’m playing with you, doll. sex is always better,”

“i fucking told you so,” you groan as he laughs, the sound resonating in your ear as he tucks a loose strand of hair behind it.

“let’s go home. i’m not finished with you yet.” suna says with a cheeky smile.

“i didn’t think you’d be,” you say sarcastically as he sits you up, cleaning the sticky mess with a tissue.

“what can i say, love? i’m a man with very specific needs,”

you can’t help but laugh. “is that right?”

“only the facts,” he replies, meeting his lips with yours for another kiss. “i love you, darling.”

“i love you too, rin.”

first full smut fic ‼️ i hope this isn’t just a bunch of tomfoolery 😵‍💫

banner credits: @cafekitsune <3

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hq suna #suna rintaro fic #suna rintarou smut #suna x reader #suna x you #suna x y/n #suna #jitsu writes #i didn’t forget his birthday okay #disgustingly feral for this man

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sunarc · 8 months

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Do We Have a Deal

Synopsis: Your shy sweet tutor could use a lesson of his own

Character:Choso x reader

CW:afab reader, smut with a little plot, cum eating, unprotected sex(wrap that willy), riding, kinda dom reader, reader is sassy, choso is shy, alcohol consumption, oral m receiving ,3.5k words, collegeau

A/N: i wanna rub my pussy juice on choso’s face also thankyou to @aztecbrujeria for fueling me with Choso content that basically motivated me to write!

Choso gets sweaty palms when he just so much as looks at you. His breathing becomes jagged and he finds himself holding his chest in an attempt to contain his sudden excitement. His eyes scanned over the crowded room watching the way people danced, sweaty bodies pressed against one another.

“You’re too tense, have a drink” Itadori’s voice yelled over the obnoxiously loud music.

This isn’t the kind of scene choso would normally find himself in. He’s not a partier yet, somehow he found himself pressed against a corner wall watching with fatigued eyes as sweaty bodies grind on one another. He’s not a drinker yet somehow he found himself gulping down large amounts of alcohol and grimacing after each sip. The only real reason he can say he’s here for is you. You love to party. You’re honestly the exact opposite of him if he’s being honest. You’re outgoing, you seem to always know the right things to say. Your laugh, my god your laugh, it’s one of the only things Choso can hear over and over again. You are such a ball of sunshine Choso finds himself squinting whenever he stares at you. He watched with low lidded eyes as you mingled with the crowd. Your clothes were skin tight showing off every curve. Choso's eyes analyzed every inch of skin he saw. Your plush thighs jiggled with each step you took, your plump lips formed a gentle smile. Choso wasn't a fan of sweaty bodies but the way your skin looked glistening covered in a sheen of sweat left him wondering, what other parts of you look as glorious as this? He shook his head almost embarrassed by the lewd thoughts that plagued him. His feet dragged him to the nearest exit. It was hot There were so many sloppily drunk people falling over him. He almost tripped over someone laying on the floor. His face scrunched up at the sight.

Parties are so silly , he thought to himself. He wondered why you liked them so much. He found himself standing aimlessly at the front entrance. He could have push his way back in through the sweaty bodies and find some sense of purpose in the party. He’d rather not waste his time doing that. He sat on the porch tapping his foot to the sound of the muffled music inside.

“You don’t seem like the party type” a voice rang out behind him.

“I’m not,” he answered without looking.

He felt a body plop down next to him unnaturally close. The skin to skin contact normally would have annoyed him but his head turned to see you sitting smiling at him. Your eyes were low and he could tell you had been drinking.

“Why are you here then” You questioned with a smug smirk.

Choso staresd wondering why you were outside with him right now. You looked exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight. You smelled nice too. He wondered how you could be so put together even when you had an altered state of mind. His eyes moved down to your lips. They looked so plump and soft. He was so caught up in you he nearly missed what you said to him.

“I-I’m sorry what was that?” he was usually never this nervous.

He fumbled over his words. His palms are even more sweaty than before. He’s fearful you might hear the way his heart is pounding in his chest.

“I asked if you were okay,” you smiled softly “ You’re out here all alone and I just wanted to check up on you”

What a kind soul you are.

“I’m alright, I’m just not a party guy” he said lowly “Why are you out here”

He wanted you to say because you were following him. He wanted you to say you couldn’t stand the thought of being at a party where you couldn’t find his face in the crowd.

“Someone threw up on the couch and it smelled horrendous” you said showing disgust at the memory.

Oh.

“And I saw you leave I just wanted to check up on my friend”

Oh?

“I um “ he felt himself growing even more nervous and he couldn't help but laugh at himself.

“You’re laughing”

“I am” he wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that caused the sudden surge of bravery but his words shocked him “You make me nervous” he voiced

“I can tell” you said.

There was a silence between the two of you. It wasn't one that was awkward more so one that made him smile. He could feel your eyes staring at him causing him to feel hot all over.

“You never answered my question”

His eyes met yours and he almost regret turning to you.

“What question”

“If you’re not a party guy why are you here.”

You sat back leaning on your hands eyes never leaving him.

“You” he wished he could take the simple word back. His face went a sharp red. He turned away embarrassed at his sudden bravery.

“Me?” you said leaning forward coming close to him.

“Yes” his voice cracked and he wanted to hide away in a hole.

“But…” you leaned close, so close Choso was almost positive he could feel your lips against his skin. Your chest pressed against his arm and he could see the smug smile you had knowing the effect you had on him. You gave him a soft giggle before pulling back just enough to stare at him.

“You never speak to me when you come to these parties.” You said.

Your hand reached for his hand. He knew his palms were sweaty and he wanted to pull away to dry them but you moved too fast. You held his hand looking at the way his veins showed . His fingers were thick and his hand were wide.

“You only ever speak to me when we have our tutoring sessions together” You said still staring at his hand. You massaged the skin before feeling his arms. His muscles felt tense and you could tell he was growing more and more nervous by the second.

“You are a really good tutor by the way” you smiled “Why don’t you ever talk to me? Aren't we friends?” you said pushing a loose strand of hair from his face. He opened his mouth to speak but before he could voice his thoughts you were already saying the words he couldn't bring himself to say.

“I make you nervous” you whispered. Your voice was sultry.

Choso couldn't help the lewd thoughts that crossed his mind. He wondered how sultry your voice would sound moaning his name. He let out a breathy laugh unable to form any reply. His skin felt warm all over. Your body is pressed so close to him he didn’t even realize. You’ve never been this close with him, not even during your tutor sessions. You typically sat across from him staring and chatting away instead of paying attention to his dull intellectual words. You were never one for boring lectures, he learned the quickly. You liked to joke, you were quick witted and you always gave him silly nicknames that he never really minded.

You stood quickly and Choso’s eyes followed your figure. You held your hand out to him with a delicate smile.

“Walk me to my dorm?”

This wasn’t something new. Choso had walked you to your dorm room countless times after a tutor session. He wiped his hands against his jeans in an attempt to wipe away the sweat before grabbing your hand. Choso’s cheeks never burned so much before. You held his hand pulling him closely behind you. His feet dragged closely behind you. He bit his lip wondering what he could say in this moment.

Say something

He took a deep breath.

“So how did you do on your test?”

What are you a professor? Why are you asking about school?

He regretted the words immediately.

“Is that really what you want to know right now?” you turned to him.

“No”

“Then ask me something you care about?”You teased

He couldn't think. He could barely even focus on how to walk. One foot in front of the other he thought, chanting the words over and over in his head.

“Why do you come to these parties?” he asked hesitantly.

“Hm” you said thinking “ For you I guess” Choso hesitated cocking his head to the side in confusion.

“What do you mean for me?”

“I come because you always seem to be at these parties, you come so often even though you stand in a corner looking like you hate everything” you said keeping a steady walking pace “I never really understood but I guess I do now. You’re just so intriguing” you continued.

Choso hung onto every word. His breathing was heavy as he leaned forward captivated by your voice.

“You find me intriguing?” he almost forgot everything you had just said focusing solely on that part.

“I do” you said stopping in your steps turning to him. His eyes stared down at you scanning over your body then to your lips.

“I find you so intriguing and I wish you would talk to me about more than just school.” you took a step towards him. Your hand glided up his arm to wrap around the back of his neck. You pulled him close to you. Your lips were inches apart. Choso’s eyes were filled with lust.

“I want to know so much about you” you pressed a kiss to his cheek “I want to know what drives you crazy” you pressed a kiss to his other cheek. You leaned back staring at his lips.

“I want to know what can I do to ease those nerves” your lips pressed against his for the first time and you felt chills run through your body. His arm wrapped around your waist pulling you in to deepen the kiss. Your lips moved in sync as if the two of you were meant for each other. It was messy but in the most perfect way. Choso could taste the liquor on your lips, it had never tasted so good. You pulled away and he followed wanting more of the taste of you.

“Come to my room” you whispered

Choso looked up not even realizing that the two of you were standing in front of your dorm. He wanted to go with you he swore it but he was so anxious he could barely move his feet.

“You’re drunk” he said.

“Sober enough to know what I'm doing though” you replied.

Quick witted as always

He didn’t realize how his feet followed you with barely any hesitation. He could feel his heartbeat growing stronger. The walk through the hall felt extraordinarily long. It’s so quiet he was positive this time you could hear how fast his heart was beating. You reached your dorm room and pulled him in. You led him through the apartment like room. His feet follow yours matching each step you took. Your room was nice, It smelled like you. You turned to him, slipping off your top. You stared at him watching the way his face turning a bright red. Your hands grab his leading them to your chest.

“You act like its your first time”

His eyes were wide. He tore his eyes away from you.

“I uh” he cleared his throat “I’m a virgin”

You smile holding his hands against your chest.

“I can teach you” you said. Your voice was soft and Choso couldn’t help but lean into you.

“T-teach me?” he stuttered

“Let me help those nerves, let me give you a lesson for once” you said emphasizing the 'you'. Your hands help Choso’s hands to massage your chest. Your eyes stare into his waiting for him to allow you to do as you pleased. He looked nervous scared almost as if he was afraid to have you in such an obscene way.

“I- are you sure” he asked in a shaky voice.

“Of Course. I want you Choso. Can I have you?” You were so close to him he could feel your breath fan across his skin. Choso closed his eyes silently praying this wasn't a dream but if it was he’d gladly entertain it.

“God you don’t understand how bad I want you”

His lips pressed against yours in an eager kiss. Heavy breathing filled the room. Your hands both scanned each others body leaving little to nothing untouched. His hands squeezed at your skin as he hungrily pressed his body against yours. The bulge in his pants began to grow. Your fingers danced against the hem of his pants.

“I’m gonna give you something special just for being so good for me Choso”

You got on your knees and unbuttoned his pants, eyes never leaving his nervous ones.

“It’s okay” your said breathlessly as you pulled his underwear down freeing his cock. “I’m gonna take real good care of you.”

You gave the tip of his cock a kiss before sliding his length into your mouth.

Choso was big. His cock was thick and long and almost impossible to take whole. You couldn’t believe he was keeping all of this to himself. Your head bobbed along his length slowly. You let out soft moans. The vibrations of your moans left Choso shaking. He rocked his hips into your mouth in a delicate motion as if afraid he’d hurt you. He slipped his shirt off tossing it to the side revealing his toned chest. His hand came up to his hair gripping the strands. He looked down watching the way your mouth stretched to take his cock. Drool pooled down the sides of your mouth. Choso couldn’t help but think of how pretty you looked taking his cock like this.

“F-fuck you’re gonna make me lose it” he whimpered.

You let out a small laugh as you released his cock from your mouth with a popping sound. Your hand stroked him while your tongue licked the tip causing him to shiver.

“If you cum in my mouth I promise I’ll let you make a mess in my pussy”

Choso’s eyes grew wide at your words. You took his length back in your mouth, bobbing your head in a slow teasing motion. His hands grabbed at your hair pulling gently. He stared down at you, jaw hanging slowing.

“I’m so sorry “ the words slipped past his mouth as his hips picked up speed rocking into your mouth. You let out gagging noises as his cock touched the back of your throat. Choso’s groans and whimpers began to fill the room. He couldn’t contain himself as he fucked himself into your mouth.

“I-I’m so fucking sorry Angel” he panted “You’re mouth is just so warm and good I can’t help myself.”

He let out desperate whines as he continued his abuse to your mouth. He threw his head back letting out a strained moan as his cum filled your mouth. He looked down at you eyes filled with desire and concentration as he watched his cum drool down the corner of your mouth. He pulled his cock out using it to wipe your lips. You licked the cum off his cock with a giggle. Choso didn’t even recognize his actions. He never thought he would be one to make a pretty girl lick the cum off his cock yet here he was shoving his cock back into your mouth just to make sure you swallowed all of it.

“You look so pretty”

You stood up and grabbed Choso by the back of his neck and pulled him in for a wet kiss. The kiss was messier than before. Your spit mixed with his as your tongue pushed against his. The two of you took off your remaining clothes before you pushed him down onto the bed. He sat watching you crawl into his lap with wide eyes.

“You’ll be a good boy for me and make my pussy nice and creamy for me right?” you moaned the words as you placed the tip of his cock at your entrance.

Choso almost went feral feeling you slid down onto his cock. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as your walls squeezed around him. This feeling was completely different from your mouth. It had him breathless without you even moving. His mouth hung open drooling gliding down to his chin. His hands found their way around you hips squeezing at your skin. You bounced your hips up and down in a slow pattern. Choso cursed to himself quietly noting that you liked to tease. He had never felt anything like this in his life. The way you felt gliding up and down on his cock. Your slick dripped down making a puddle around his core. He thought he might lose his mind. Your chest bounced up and down as you moved. Choso couldn't help but bring one of your nipples into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled at the bud causing you to moan. His hands wrapped around your body clawing at your skin.

“Please” he whimperd. He wasn't sure what he was begging for but it was the only word he could think of along with a string of curses. His hips bucked roughly up into yours meeting your movements. His hands moved to grip the fat of your ass squeezing harshly. His nails dug into your skin. Choso never thought he would be one to whimper and moan so much during his first time but the noises that slipped past his lips were euphoric to your ears.

“You’re- fuck” he could barely form a sentence as he was cut off from the pleasure of your gummy walls squeezing him so tight.

“You like that?” you asked.

Choso almost missed you words as he was so concentrated on shoving his cock upwards into you. Your hand squeezed his jaw forcing him to make eye contact with you. Tears brimmed his eyes. He had never felt so desperate and needy before in his life.

“I asked you a question pretty boy” you said as you threw your ass back onto his cock.

The sound of his balls slapping against your skin filled the room, yet somehow not overcome by the lewd sounds of Choso’s moans.

“You like the way my pussy feels sucking you in hm?” You whispered the words into his ear.

“Yes I-I love it so much” he choked out. “Pussy feels so good” he grunted

You let out a pleased hum at his words. You placed wet kisses down his neck that you’re sure will leave a mark.

“You’re mine now Choso” You whisper the velvety words into his ear.

Choso let out a whimper.

“Please” he whined “ Please let me cum”

You bounced up and down chasing after your own orgasm.

“I like it when you beg” the words dripped down your tongue “ cum for me baby”

Choso’s eyes saw stars as he came. His thrust were wild as he fucked you through his and your orgasm. His teeth clamped onto your shoulder as he lost control. He never felt something like this before, not even during his late night sessions of touching himself to the thought of you. Those short skirts you would wear to your tutor sessions or the way you would bend over to grab your pencil showing him the pretty panties you would wear always left him feeling insatiable. Never did he think that he’d have the chance to fuck you so sloppily, watching the way his cum dripped out of your hole onto his cock. He leaned his head back breathing heavily still holding your body against his chest.

“I- fuck - wow you’re amazing” he was at a loss for words.

“So were you tutor, how does it feel having pussy for the first time” you asked giving him a kiss on the cheek.

“Wow” was all he could manage to say. His eyes were dilated. You knew he was too fucked out of his mind to really speak.

“Let’s make this a regular thing, you tutor me in physics and i’ll tutor you in sexology” you giggle at the made up subject name “deal?”

Choso looks at you with doe eyes

“Deal.”

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millionsvash · 10 months

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I see you do smut so I have something to ask of you. Could you write some silly fluffy sex between Vash and Reader? Just a not-so-serious time full of giggles and love and Vash blows a raspberry into their neck at least once. Like a cuddle session but they fuck. Hope this makes sense I love your blog ok byeeeeee-

My one true weakness. How could I resist? Written with AFAB in mind since no specific one was provided. If you'd like me to redo/rewrite with AMAB do let me know! God I love silly Vash

CW: Boobjob, cumshot, alien genitalia, Vash isn't the best at sex but he tries his best and he loves you!

"Seriously, what the hell are they doing in there...?" Wolfwood grumbled to himself, placing a cigarette between his chapped lips. His ear was pressed firmly against the door of the inn room you and Vash were spending the night in.

From the outside of the room, it sounded like the two of you were experiencing every human emotion in rapid succession. That, of course, left a certain priest curious to know what you were doing. He was just about to throw the door open when Meryl came by. She wasn't one to ask questions or probe into your personal life with Vash. Once Wolfwood's intentions became clear to her, she quietly shooed him away.

"Whatever they're doing doesn't matter. Vash needs a moment of peace, for everyone's sake." Meryl said with a sigh, putting her hands on her hips.

Your cheerful giggle rang throughout the room as Vash blew another raspberry against your neck. Your arms quickly swung up and wrapped around his neck, holding him tight as the two of you laughed together. You could see the large grin plastered on his face; his smile was bright enough to light the darkest rooms.

"Do you finally concede, mortal?! Do you not understand that you stand against the mighty Vash the Stampede?" He dramatically blurted it out, his voice full of sarcasm. He was all smiles when his silly monologue earned him another giggle from you.

"Be quiet, you!" Your words are laced between your laughs. "You've gotta take this seriously!"

His hands came up and cupped your chest, fingers grazing over your nipples. It earns him a soft moan, but it’s quickly replaced with another giggle as he gives your breasts a few good squeezes.

"I’m taking this seriously!" He gives you a few more squeezes, planting himself down on your stomach. It got a soft ‘oof’ from you, but you were capable of supporting his weight.

"So super seriously." He added it with a cheeky grin. With his hips positioned perfectly in front of your breasts, four petals opened up to reveal a tendril-like member. This wasn’t your first time with Vash. You were well aware that he wasn’t human. It didn’t change a thing for you.

His cock twitched in excitement as his eyes scanned every inch of your supple breasts. Leaning forward gently to reposition his weight onto his knees, he placed his cock between your breasts, squishing them against his erection.

"Permission to move, your majesty?" He asked with a flirty laugh.

You roll your eyes, but you can’t help but smile. You adore his goofy nature. "Permission granted, good sir!" You say it with a voice of confidence.

"Yippie!"

He wastes no time thrusting his hips, his hands firmly holding your breasts together as his cock slides back and forth between the mounds. His fingers tease over your nipples to elicit a few moans from you.

You glance up to see that bright smile on his face, and you can't help but smile back at him. You stick your tongue out, giving kitten licks to the head of his member every time he thrusts forward. You proudly giggle at the moan you're able to draw out of the blonde.

"Having fun?" You ask him, batting your eyelids in dramatic fashion.

"I'm having a great time! Can I cum on your face?" He gives you those signature puppy-dog eyes.

"Quite a blunt question to ask Vash, but yes."

You see him perk up in excitement at your agreement. In an instant, the blonde is erratically and rather roughly thrusting his cock between your breasts. It's enough to rattle your head a little.

Vash tends to get overexcited when he's about to cum and often starts fucking like a dog in heat. His eyes light up, and a satisfied moan escapes his lips as his cum covers your face and chest.

You look up at him with a pouty smile. "You made a giant mess."

Vash rubs his head with an apologetic laugh. "Sorry...I got really excited. Maybe you should stop being so beautiful."

You bring your hand up and swipe some of the droplets with your finger. You place it in your mouth and suck gently. Vash's cum has a sweet taste to it; you often find yourself reminded of strawberries.

Vash's eyes were locked on your every motion when you did that. The sight flipped a switch in his brain that sent him into overdrive. In just a few quick motions, he was off your stomach and between your legs, shoving himself into your wet and inviting sex.

You gasped, your body spasming around him at the sudden intrusion. "H-Hang on Vash...!"

But Vash is already in motion, thrusting in and out at an erratic pace, letting his moans fill the room in a carefree manner.

It took your body a second to adjust, but enough of your natural lube kicked in to more than compensate for his intense pace. Your arms wrapped around him and pulled him down, foreheads pressed together as both your moans combined into a beautiful song.

You always adored how vocal Vash was. He never tried to hide how good it felt to be inside of you. You placed both hands on his face, pulling him down into a desperate kiss. It was full of love and passion; your moans were laced between each crash of your lips.

His hands came up and massaged your breasts, thumbing over your sensitive nipples as his pace quickened. The bed beneath you is squeaking with each movement.

"C-Can I cum inside? Please? You feel so good..." He whimpers his words at you. His face is twisting in pleasure as he awaits your answer.

You simply give him a nod, and that's all it takes before he's fucking you so fast that all your noises get caught in your throat.

Your name left his lips in a desperate moan as he shoved deep inside you, filling you up to the brim. The feeling triggers your own orgasm, with your insides clenching around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.

He collapses on top of you, a startled yelp coming out as your hands wrap around him. You can see the cheesy smile on his face as he lies there. He can be so childish sometimes, but that's why you love him.

You place a kiss on his head, the both of you giggling as you come down from your highs. "Satisfied now?" You ask

Vash nods his head happily. "That was great! Can we do this 20 more times?"

"The best I can offer is 2." You tease.

He sits up, his hands cupping your breasts. "Deal!" Vash looks down at you, before the cheesiest smile comes over his face. He gives your breasts two quick squeezes, before uttering the dorkiest thing you've ever heard.

"Honk, honk."

#trigun #trigun x reader #trigun fanfic #vash #vash the stampede #vash x reader #vash the stampede x reader #trigun smut #vash smut #vash x you #breakfast is served!

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l0serloki · 2 months

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VAL-entines 2

Surprising your S/O on Valentines day!

(Chamber, Yoru, Jett, Sage)

part one + masterlist

A/N : I know it's late.. I've been slacking. I want to be able to do one each year though!

Chamber :

Surprising Chamber is hard. He likes to know what you’re doing and is very punctual. So if you go off the schedule he will be confused..

But when you do surprise him he’s so shocked. His smile is huge as he reaches out and pulls you in for a big kiss.

“How did you pull this off you little minx?”

He would’ve never expected a surprise gift but he’s eternally grateful. You make him feel so special and loved.

“Hey.” You whispered out as you approached Chamber. His body was bent over his desk as he studied his gun schematics. It was barely even seven and he had already been working for hours. Your hand worked at his tense muscles as he turned back to you.

“For you. Happy Valentine’s Day, love.” You whispered out as you placed down some of his favorites. His eyes widened as he took in the gifts. Hands gripped at your shoulders as he leaned down to give you a kiss.

“You are too sweet. I will be sure to make this day wonderful, amour.”

Yoru :

Yoru is bad at receiving gifts. He doesn’t know what to say and he hates the fact that his face gets red.

He will accept them of course but now he feels obligated to do something for you. He will act like it's a chore but he really wants to do it.

In return for your gifts and affection he will take you out on a motorcycle ride. It’ll be a secluded place where he can feel free to talk about his emotions, even if he is awkward.

“Happy Valentine's Day.” You whisper out as you placed a new jacket on the table. Yoru looked at the object before turning to you with red cheeks. His hands moved awkwardly over the fabric.

“Yeah. Happy Valentine’s.” He huffs out as he shrugs off his current jacket and puts the new one on. His hands slip into the pockets before looking back at you with a small grin.

“It looks good.” Your heart does a flip as he pulls you in for a quick hug. You had worried for so long that he would hate it. But his smug smile says all you need to know.

“Of course it does. I’ll take you out later and you can have my old one.”

Jett :

She LOVES Valentines Day. And if you’re spoiling her?! She's overjoyed.

I feel like she definitely has a collection of stuffed animals and would be so happy to receive one just from you.

Definitely handsy and voices just how much she loves you all day. And takes lots of photos of the two of you.

“We are so good together! Look at how cute you are!”

“Babe Happy Valen- Oh my god. Is that a panda?!” Jett squealed as she noticed the new stuffed animal in your arms. You could only laugh as you passed it to her and landed a kiss to her cheek.

“It is. I thought you would like it.” She squeezed at the animal for a moment before jumping against you. Her lips met yours as she conveyed her excitement and appreciation. You felt your heart soar at just how happy the tiny gift had made her.

“You’re the best. Let's get a family photo!” Her hands gripped at the phone as she took a photo of the three of you.

Sage :

Sage gets so flustered if you surprise her. She is not expecting anything so if you do it means the world to her.

She likes simple things and cards mean a lot to her. Writing is so much more personal and heartfelt. She keeps every little note and nicknack from you in a box.

Soft kisses and hugs as she thanks you a million times over. She cannot believe just how lucky she got!

“Oh my.” Sage gasps as she walks back into your shared bedroom, seeing a little basket set up for her. You smile as you motion her over and she reaches out hesitantly.

“Happy Valentine's Day, my love.” You smile as you watch her eyes tear up and she laughs.

“My little gem this is too much! I love you and thank you so much.” She leans up to press a quick kiss against your lips. You only brush at her hair as she looks back down at her gifts. Her eyes scan over the card you wrote for her as she stays silent.

“This has truly made me so happy. Happy Valentine’s Day.” She whispers out as she digs her face into your chest.

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lucy90712 · 1 year

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My God ! More Pedri (or even Gavi) dad, please.

A/n: I decided to do both and obviously this is set when they are both older

Gavi:

- when you found out and told Pablo he was really nervous because although you both knew you wanted kids you weren't sure if you were ready just yet but he was still really excited

- the real reason he was so nervous because he always knew he wanted to be the best dad he possibly could be and with having to always be away for games he wasn't sure if he could live up to the expectations he had set for himself

- once he got over his fears and you reassured him that everything would work out he was really excited to go on this journey with you

- he likes to be involved in everything even if it means missing training to go to scans with you which to start with gets him in trouble as you hadn't told everyone yet but he didn't care he just wanted to be there for you

- being there for everything also means the hard parts which he hated because he didn't like to see you suffering but he did all he could to make things better and help where he could even if that was just sitting with you on a bad sickness day

- he is really supportive the entire pregnancy and you become his top priority which means he will drop anything if you need help or want something from him which can be exhausting but he will never complain as he knows things are 10x harder for you

- when it comes time to start telling people he is so excited and as soon as you are starting to feel better he brings you to training with him where he very happily shows off your small bump and tells his friends everything even if they don't want to know he tells them anyway

- the entire team are incredibly supportive as well and some of the guys that already have kids offer you things they no longer need and just advice in general which is really useful and they become the people you both turn to if you need help

- as you get further into your pregnancy and the bump becomes bigger Pablo can't keep his hands off it whenever he is around his hands are on your stomach feeling the baby move around which will never not be fascinating to him that he can feel your baby

- he loves to talk to the baby as well most evenings he will lay down and talk to you but mostly the baby about his day and tell them about what their life will be like when they enter the world which melts your heart every time

- when you go into labour he completely freaks out to begin with he doesn't know where to start so you have to calm him down and get him to put the hospital bag in the car and then sit and wait for your contractions to get closer together

- it physically pains him to watch the pain of each contraction take over your body but there is nothing he can do other than be there for you so that's what he does he doesn't leave your side the entire time you are in labour

- the second the baby is born he is completely smitten and he even cried when he held them for the first time which he'd never admit to anyone but he just couldn't help himself his heart was just so full of love in that moment

- xavi gives him some time off after the baby is born and he spends pretty much all of that time with you staring at the baby not believing that you had brought life into the world

- he is really good at caring for you as well he makes sure that you are doing ok and if anything seems wrong he is looking it up within a second and making sure you go to the doctors if necessary

- once he is back to training your routine changes but he still insists on taking turns with you in getting up at night even before a game he will still get up to make sure that you get some sleep

- he is really good about making sure that you still get some time to yourself to do what you want so when he has some time off he will look after the baby and allow you to sleep or go out for a bit by yourself because he knows that becoming a parent can affect your mental health and he wants to make sure you are ok

- as the baby gets older he loves to spend time with them teaching them how to talk and walk so when their first word is mama he gets slightly offended but he thinks it's so cute that he gets over it quite quickly

- the child is so spoiled because Pablo will get them all sorts of toys and other things and your friends/family do the same but you still make sure that your child grows up to be a good person as that's incredibly important to both of you

- despite being nervous to start with Pablo would never change anything that happened because he loves your child with all of his heart and can't wait to have more in the future so that he gets to experience all the firsts all over again

Pedri:

- when you found out you were pregnant Pedri was over the moon and couldn't stop smiling for like a week after which made people ask questions but he has to try and play it off as you weren't ready to tell people yet

- from the moment you find out he is super clingy and just wants to be by your side whenever he can as he wants to savour every moment as he knows time will go by quickly and he wants to remember as much as possible

- when you go to your first appointment he goes with you and everything goes well but he realises that he doesn't really know a whole lot about pregnancy and what you will be going through so he spends a few days reading lots of books and looking up a lot of different things so that he has a better understanding of pregnancy

- with his better understanding when you start to experience more symptoms he is able to try and help especially with sickness he has a list of different things to try which didn't work too well but you appreciated him trying

- he really takes care of you throughout your pregnancy so if you are having a bad day or are more tired than usual when he is home he will do everything and not allow you to lift a finger as he wants you to be as relaxed as possible

- part of taking care of you also mean bringing you with him to matches and training as that way he can make sure you are ok and as you work from home you can just sit and work during trainings while he glances over every few minutes to check on you

- going to training with Pedri is how everyone on the team found out that you were pregnant because as you were walking in with Pedri he happened to mention something that all of a sudden made you feel really sick which had people asking questions and then it became impossible to hide when Gavi noticed your little bump

- from that day the team were quite involved in your pregnancy especially Gavi who was fascinated but also disgusted by some of the things that you told him but him and the rest of the team liked to see scan pictures after you'd been to an appointment

- every scan you have Pedri gets more excited as the baby looks more and more like a human so when you suggest doing a 4d scan he is very excited and the whole time he is just staring at the screen in awe that he gets to see your baby's face in such detail

- getting to remember the pregnancy is something that is important to the both of you so that each week you take pictures to see how much the bump grows which go straight into a scrapbook along with scan pictures so that you always have something to look back on although Pedri will look through the book pretty much every night smiling

- Pedri is obsessed with your bump and usually has his hands on it or rests his head against it but his favourite thing is talking to your bump he has been known to say things to your bump that he hasn't even said to you yet but you don't mind as it's cute watching him talk to your baby

- another thing he does is play music to the baby as he heard that songs you play before the baby is born will calm them when they are born and he wanted those songs to be ones you liked so they didn't drive you insane

- when it gets close to your due date Pedri won't go anywhere without you as he doesn't want to miss anything or for you to go into labour alone which turned out to be a good idea as your waters broke while he was training

- you made him finish training as you knew it would be a while but as soon as he was done he made you get in the car and go home to pick up the hospital bag before actually going to the hospital

- your labour was very long and painful but Pedri stayed by your side the whole time even when you were yelling at him for putting you in that situation he made sure that you had everything you wanted

- the whole time you were pushing you had hold of his hand and by the time the baby was out his hand was crushed but he didn't care as he knew you were in a lot more pain than he was

- he cried when seeing the baby for the first time but he's not afraid to admit it for him it was the best moment of his life and he loves to tell people how amazing it was even if they make fun of him for being so sappy

- in the time he has off after baby is born Pedri does as much as he possibly can because he wants you to rest and recover as much as possible so he gets up throughout the day and night to change the baby or just settle them back down only disturbing you if they need feeding

- any free time he gets is mostly spent with all of you laying on the sofa together just soaking in the time when the baby is still small as you both know it won't last long

- Pedri is the best dad he is so loving and gives your child whatever they need whether that is someone to talk to or just to be left alone and just watching him makes you want to have more and he would never say no to having more kids to love

#gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine #gavi imagines #gavi oneshots #pedri gonzalez imagines #pedri gonzalez imagine #pedri imagine #pedri imagines

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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72 Hours

Summary: Your mom marries Rudy’s dad - making the actor your new step brother. You two don’t meet until the wedding and you immediately hate each other despite the obvious attraction. But when Rudy threatens to ruin everything, you have no choice but to step in.

Trigger Warning: cnc, dub-con, blackmail

I sneak into his bedroom and to my surprise, find him already naked and hard. He must be having a good dream. He’s laying on his back, the blanket tangled in his legs and one muscular arm thrown over his eyes. My throat is suddenly dry just by seeing him like this. I can’t deny the strong desire that I feel in his presence. Even if he is an unbearable kiss ass with his charm. But when it came down to it, he was a man and he wouldn’t be able to resist me. Being a woman was the only card I could play. I wouldn’t let us end up on the street again. It was time I put Rudy in his place.

I strip out of my sleep clothes and crawl up the bed, throwing my leg over his waist so I can straddle him. My heart was racing. My pussy was throbbing. I was excited. I spat in my palm and careful worked his member, getting him nice and wet for me. I couldn’t complain about his size. It was longer than I expected so I had no doubt he’d feel amazing. Rudy moans in his sleep and it sends a jolt straight to my pussy. His cock is pulsing in my hand and I can’t wait any longer.

I lift up and line him up with my entrance. The head slips in and I can’t help but gasp. I brace myself on his chest and try to sink down as quickly as I can. Rudy stirs, his chin lifting up to the ceiling and his mouth hangs open. A long moan leaves his lips and I have to bite my lip to keep myself in check. I just needed him to cum. This wasn’t about me or pleasure.

I start to rock back and forth, my eyes fluttering when my clit meets his skin. His hands fists the sheets and I move faster, bracing myself on his chest as I start to bounce. I watch as his brows furrow together then his eyes slowly open on a groan.

“Wha—.” I smash my lips to his, not halting my movements. He hesitates for a moment before fisting my hair and kissing me hard, his tongue sliding over mine.

“Fuckkkkk. What are you doing to me?” Rudy grunts, his hands sliding down to grip my hips.

“You feel so good.” I purr, getting lost in the pleasure. Rudy tries to sit up but I push him back down.

“Oh, god.” He rasps, dazed and half asleep.

“Shit!” I cry as a powerful orgasm hits me and I dig my nails into Rudy’s chest. He groans loudly, gripping my hips and attempting to lift me off but I bounce harder, coming down onto his chest again as I kiss him.

“Wait, wait, I’m gonna—.” I feel him pulse inside me, his hands tight on my hips as I ride him through his high before dropping down on his chest. I just fucked my step brother.

I blink and sit up as Rudy watches me with hooded eyes, his lips parted as he sucks in breath after breath.

“Y/N, that was—.”

“Let’s get something straight, Rudy, I’m not on birth control. So unless you want the world to know about you knocking up your step sister then you better bury whatever dirt you’ve dug up on my mother.” I watch as his eyes widen and his breathing slows as it sits in. Then his face hardens, blue eyes narrowing at me.

“You fucking bitch. Get off of me.” Rudy sits upright and I scramble away from him, an emptiness like I’ve never felt before settles in between my legs. I snatch up my clothes and move to the door as Rudy seethes.

“You have to take plan B within 72 hours so what’s it gonna be, step bro?” My hand was on the door handle in case he charges me. I could feel his hot cum sliding down my legs. The rage in his eyes should’ve scared me but it didn’t. If anything, I liked it.

“I’ll fucking ruin you both.” Rudy snarls, hands balled into fists but I don’t miss the way his eyes scan my still naked form. I see him hardening again and he quickly cups himself.

“Not if I ruin you first. Drop whatever shit you have on my mother and leave. Go back to your glamorous life. I only want to see you on holidays. If not, I’ll make you a daddy.” I’m afraid to move, afraid he’ll lunge for me like a caged lion.

“I’ll shove that plan B down your fucking throat.” Rudy snatches up a pair of black boxers and slips them on.

“Your scare tactics won’t work on me. You’re the one who should be afraid of me. I’ve proved I’ll get my way one way or another. 72 hours Rudeth.” I throw the door open and slip out before Rudy can come for me. At this point, it was him or me.

And I chose me.

#smutwarning #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj obx #jj maybank fluff #obx2 #jj maybank x you #rudy pankow #wattpad #rudy pankow fanfiction #rudy pankow fluff #rudy obx #rudy pankow smut

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urfavdarkskinn · 1 year

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Why Not

Jack Harlow x F! Brown reader

Summary: Jack Harlow and his ‘close friend’ decide to do Golden Globes elevator but put a little twist to it

warning: kissing, small makeout session

Note: I know Jack has nothing to do with tv shows but let’s just imagine that you and him were one of the main artists in some imaginary reality show

You were currently one your phone, texting Urban about a show that the two of you had been watching while getting your makeup done.

Your hair was finished a while ago so the woman doing your makeup was just about finished.

You had been asked to attend the Golden Globes and literally had no clue what the directors had you being dressed in, so you prayed to God that it looked good on you.

“Soo I heard that you’re Jack Harlow’s date for the evening.” One of the makeup artists, that you now knew as Nina, said.

You smiled slightly and spoke, “Yes but only because neither of us have dates and we’re friends so...”

She laughed slightly and shook her head, “Sure, let’s just ignore the way you two literally eye fuck each other every time you guys make eye contact.”

You gasped dramatically, “We do not!”

“Oh please that is such a lie! Even if it’s not eye fucking, the way he stares at you tells me that he likes you way more than a friend.” Nina said, while finishing your makeup.

You raise your eyebrows before shaking your head slightly, trying not to mess up the makeup,

“I wish! You’re really out here leading me on like this,” You say, with a fake hurt tone.

She scoffs while rolling her eyes playfully, “Trust me. When he sees you in your dress, he might literally pass out from being so in love.”

She pauses, putting her hands down, “On the side note, I’m done with your makeup so let’s get your dress!”

You quickly get up and follow behind her while she finds your dress. “Here it is. You ready to look like a goddess?” She asks with an excited smile.

You chuckle nervously, “Let’s hope so!”

She quickly helps you into the tight, but beautiful, dress before you look at yourself in the mirror.

It was a long, dark brown dress, that had a slit from your hip, down.

The dress accentuated your torso and outlined your curves so nicely and you were so glad that the whole look came together.

You looked over and grabbed your phone when it buzzed and had seen that Jack sent you a message.

It read, ‘I’m here, come outside’.

You sent back a thumbs up before quickly sliding on your heels and thanking the people that helped you with everything.

They quickly ushered you out to make sure you weren’t late and you waved to them before walking out of the building.

You quickly moved your eyes around the area and saw Jack, leaning on his car, in a brown suit that looked amazing on him.

You two were practically matching and when he looked up, you swore your heart stopped.

There was just something about the way he looked at you and scanned your body that made you feel weak.

You quickly shook off the feeling and walked over to him with a smile. “Hi.” You spoke softly, your smile widening from his shocked reaction.

“Hey.” He paused, seemingly out of breath, “You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.” You said while he stood up and opened the back door for you.

He laughed at your response and sat himself next to you while his driver started going to the ceremony.

The closer you got, the more nervous you were starting to feel and this had you starting to mess with your fingers, getting Jack’s attention.

He softly grabs your hands and looks at you, “Don’t be nervous, you got this.”

You smiled at him softly and all of a sudden you felt the car stop, indicating that you had arrived.

You took a deep breath and looked over to Jack, “You ready?” you asked with a small smile.

He nodded with a smile and moved to open the door before grabbing your hand and pulling you out with him.

The two of you moved to walk toward the carpet and were instantly met with flashes.

You and Jack smiled, his hand never leaving your waist the whole time.

Once you finally got out of the hoard of photographers and saying hello to everyone, you two met up with Urban.

“Hey man!” Urban spoke with a smile while doing his handshake with Jack.

“You two look great, the matching is on point!” He said making the three of you laugh.

“You look good to man, the gray fits with the hair.” Jack said with a smile.

“Shit thank you dude,” Urban said, wiping fake tears.

“Oh! I forgot to mention, one of the directors told me that they want the three of us to do that elevator thing that introduces us in a way.” He said.

Your eyebrows raised and you smiled. You loved the tiny skits people would do for the elevator scene.

“When do we need to go?” You said with excitement.

Urban looked at his watch and his eyebrows raised, “right now actually, follow me.” He turned around and we walked with him.

I looked up at Jack with a big smile, “what should we do for our skit? There are so many options!”

Jack smirked slightly, “I have an idea but it’ll be a surprise for you baby.”

Your heart melted at the nickname and you nodded playfully rolling your eyes, “ugh fine then, don’t tell me.”

He chuckled and his hand squeezed your hip, your heart practically leaping out of your chest.

You finally came to the room and there were people there, waiting for you three.

“Hey you guys thank you for being here!” One man said, shaking all of your hands.

“So this is really easy you can do anything you want for this skit, it’s supposed to be funny so just go with it! Just listen to me saying ‘action’ because after that the doors will open, showing the three of you. Alright? Okay good!”

The man clapped his hands making the three of you go inside the elevator.

Once the doors closed Urban asked, “So what are we gonna do?”

You shrugged your shoulders while Jack grinned and whispered in Urban’s ear making him laugh.

“That’s pretty good man!” Urban said with a laugh.

“Yep and you know what to do?” Jack asked making Urban nod.

Jack turned back to you and asked, “Do you trust me?”

You raised and eyebrow and slowly nodded.

He walked forward until your back was against the wall, and you had to look up at him.

You heard the man yell “Action!” And Jack leaned down placing his lips onto yours.

Your eyebrows went up but you quickly kissed him back, your hands moving up to his hair.

His right hand moved to your backside while the left moved to the underside of your thigh.

He lifted your leg up, and moved his body somehow closer to you.

You almost forgot where you were before Jack pulled away, grabbing your hand and taking you out of the elevator.

When the shooting ended, they let you see the video.

You watched as the doors opened, showing you and Jack in a heated makeout session while Urban moved from the side of the elevator and rolled his eyes.

He shook his head while looking at the two of you before walking out of the elevator. Soon after, the two of you followed him and the video ended.

The three of you laughed, it was pretty good for three people that weren’t really known for doing these things.

“You could be an actor Urban, that was amazing.” You said, laughing.

“That’s what I’m saying!” He said.

You three walked out of the room after saying good bye to everyone.

“I hope you know I loved that skit.” Jack said, smirking at you.

You shyly looked down but looked up again when feeling Jacks movement stop.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you to him, kissing your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, putting your hands on the side of his face. He slowly pulled back, his face a few inches away from yours.

“Would you wanna.. you know, be my girl?” He asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

You smiled and shrugged, “Yea sure why not.” He laughed and kissed you again.

note: This took like months to publish I had zero hope for this story but I finally finished it. This isn’t proofread at all so sorry if somethings incorrect here

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow smut #golden globes #jack harlow #urban wyatt

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ofmonstersandlovers · 2 years

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Can we get a cute Oliver asking S/O to prom? They have been dating for some time now, but this was their first dance together!

I imagine that he’d get so so so flustered and adorable no matter how kinda tough he *tries* to be. He kinda just loses it and showers S/O in love-bombing-adorable-love.

(I hope S/O and Oliver look back on prom night fondly 😌)

Yes you can Anon! (I didn't go to my own prom so this will be wish fulfillment LOL)

The Prom Proposal

Pairing: Oliver (werewolf!boyfriend) x reader

Notes: Fluff, slight angst if you squint

Oliver was pacing the outside of the second year math waiting for you. His sneakers scuffing the tile floors as he wrung his hands and constantly looked towards the door. With tight lips, he peeked into the window discreetly as possible to look at you in all your glory.

You were diligently taking notes, occasionally looking up to the teacher whenever they talked more of the subject on hand that wasn't in the original study plan. The look of pure concentration was an adorable look and gosh you were so beautiful to him.

Feeling his heart pound against his chest, feeling the nerves coil around him to make a second skin, he resumed his pacing.

The werewolf wanted to ask you to prom, the thought striking him during study hall and staying with him all throughout the day. The two of you have been dating for a while now, and Oliver is sure that he wants to spend that one last school dance with someone as lovely as you.

The problem? He wasn't sure if you'd say yes.

Yes, you two have been together for a while but he can't help that cold doubt whispering in his ears as he paced the hallways.

Abruptly, and too soon, the final bell rung. Scaring the poor werewolf have to death. He has to be quick, he doesn't want you yo think he wa sunroof at all. Rushing he went to lean in the lockers next to the classroom you were in. Resting his hands in the pockets of his jeans as the first slew of students start to move out with excited chatter and banter.

His heart started to jump in anticipation of being next to you. But God he has to focus. But then there you were in all your beauty.

You held you bag as you scanned your eyes for him, and when your eyes landed on Oliver, a gorgeous smile blossomed across your face. And he was even more smitten.

With a hop in your step you hugged Oliver tightly in greeting before taking a step back, seeing just how flustered yet determined he looked.

"Hi Ollie," you greeted.

"H-hi," he answered with a shy squeak before clearing his throat and deepening his voice. Leaning further into the locker. "Hey, Y/N."

He stared at you, and you stared back with a bright knowing smile as the werewolf blushed profusely at the act he was putting on. Shame coloring his cheeks as he lost the will to maintain eye contact and find sudden interest in the floor.

"So," you began, leaning against the lockers as well as the hallways filled with laughter and rowdy students. "What's on your mind, hon? Is something bothering you?"

Oliver only shrugged and pouted at his own lack of answer. God he wanted to ask you but nerves clogged his throat so intensly he didn't know how to speak anymore.

After a second, he stood up straight, looked you in the eyes, and said loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Marry me."

Oliver's facade dropped because oh God did he jsut say that? You felt your face heat up at his proposal as a few whistles and whoops were directed at you. One member of the football team even yelling;"Way to go, Ollie!" Before hitting the poor flustered werewolf's shoulder with proud affection.

You both were a blushing mess, yet Oliver was the worst among the two.

"I--! I didn't mean--! I mean I would like to--. In the future that is!" He had his hands on his cheeks as he stuttered through excuses.

"Prom," he finally exclaimed. Exasperated. "Will you go to prom with me?"

Oliver was completely red, he moved his hands back to his pockets, shoulders up to his ears as he looked shyly to the floor. Eyes squeezed shut. This honestly could've gone better. Now he completely doubted that you would accept his prom proposal--

"Of course, Ollie!"

-- Except you did. Blinking he looked at you with wide eyes. With a soft chuckle, you got on the tips of your toes and kissed his left cheek. "Yes," you repeated yourself. "I'll go to prom with you. We can talk about marriage later, though. When we're in college."

A brilliant smile came across his face; prom and future marriage plans? He got them both? He felt like he was on cloud nine! With a boisterous laugh, he hugged you. Picking up and swinging you around as he planted kiss after kiss across your face. Some people in the hallways clapping and congratulating you guys.

He was the happiest wolf alive.

#monster lover #writers on tumblr #monster fudger #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf x reader #werewolf lover #werewolf x human #werewolf x you #fluff #werewolf sfw

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highinfidelity777 · 1 year

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untitled, part one

this may or may not be based on my ex and his impending return 🤪

warnings: none that i can think of but lmk!!

summary: ex boyfriend moves back to hometown, where reader is also living and they bump into each other for the first time. slightly inspired by tis the damn season.

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he’d been out of the state for two years. i’d been gone for one of them myself, and yet the anticipation of his return still haunted me. not in a bad way, per say, but absolutely in an anxious way. i’d had dreams that somehow we’d end up in the same place, make eye contact, and then someone would say something. i always woke up before i could figure out how the hell i was supposed to coexist with the former love of my life.

it all sounds so dramatic, but really, we were together for so long i couldn’t picture a life without him. i was so young that i think that belief really formed me and the way i view love. we always had a longing and passion i’d never found elsewhere. obviously, i’d healed and with time couldn’t imagine life.. WITH him. but he hadn’t conveniently moved away forever. just for a couple years.

it started like a normal day. i had my routine: i woke up, brushed my teeth, did my skincare, got dressed, and went out for a coffee. my sister worked as a barista at a local coffee shop, and they always looked forward to my order.

i put the car in park, grabbed my keys, and locked the door. as i looked up, i saw the car that always dropped my heart to my stomach. his car. it wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; he had four brothers and three of them still lived in town. someone was always using the car in his absence. i brushed it off and headed inside.

my sister was standing at the counter, smiling at me. “medium iced dirty chai with blonde ristretto shots?” i grinned back at them.

“yes please,” i said, scanning my card. i took a quick look around the cafe. no sign of anyone in his family. i relaxed a little bit. someone must be in a shop nearby.

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i tossed my backpack onto the kitchen table. “god, i didn’t remember college having this much homework.” the textbooks, the laptop, the constant canvas notifications- it was a lot. my mom appeared from around the corner with a smirk.

“i thought you were so excited to be back?” i grimaced. i HAD been excited to be back, but the last few days had been more overwhelming than i anticipated. she paused for a beat. and then: “have you seen her yet?”

my face went slack. “she’s in town?” i didn’t know. i thought.. for whatever reason, i’d thought she’d moved away. i’d never anticipated coming back to occupy the same space as her. “why didn’t you tell me?”

my mom leveled me with a look i remembered from showing her bad grades she already knew about. “honey, you know how you get. i didn’t want you to worry! and besides, you’d see her around over the holidays anyway since her family is still here. it’s not a big deal.” she’s right, i would have bumped into her at one point or another, but i wished i’d had my guard up from the start.

i sighed and took my things up to my room. more homework.

the next morning, i walked downstairs to see we had company. “how have you been? i haven’t seen you in YEARS!” an old family friend. i chuckled.

“that’s what happens when you leave for.. a couple years.” they laughed too. “it’s good to see you.” we shared a quick hug. my mom shared a glance with our guest, who thought for a moment before deciding to share.

“you know, I’ve seen your old.. friend around here a few times. i think she frequents the coffee shop around this time of day if you’re ever hoping to catch her.” i laughed to myself. hoping to catch her. i’m hoping to never see her again. but i smiled and said i’d keep that in mind.

i was still making myself a breakfast when my mom wandered back in. “it might not be the worst thing in the world to bump into her on your own terms.” i frowned. it seemed like it. not only seeing her, but choosing to? “i know, just think about.” i wouldn’t.

but as the minutes ticked by, i couldn’t stop thinking about her.

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her

i settled down at my usual table and pulled out my laptop. i hated college. but, homework must be done, so i got to work. not two minutes later though, a flash of orange caught my eye. i looked up.

what the FUCK is he doing here? i adjusted in my chair. maybe he won’t see me. it’s not that i was scared to talk to him. i just… didn’t want to. and i wasn’t in the business of doing things i didn’t want to do anymore.

i looked up again and i couldn’t pretend he hadn’t seen me. he was looking straight at me with a half smile like he didn’t want to scare me away. i wasn’t scared, but i WAS leaving. i stood up, grabbed my shit, and walked out.

i stormed out to my car and threw my tote bag in the back. i was slamming the door when his face popped up on the other side of it.

“jesus, are you trying to give me a heart attack?!” i exclaimed. the door shut. it was silent. we stood, eyes locked, for just a second too long. finally, i broke the silence. “what do you want?” i looked around. “you don’t even drink coffee,” i added, sounding exasperated.

he shifted his stance to his other foot, looking away and then back at me. “i didn’t mean to scare you: i’m sorry. and i didn’t mean to intrude on your territory here, either. i just thought i might see you here.” i sighed. of course he’s seeking me out. because why would i be lucky enough to just be left alone and for us to settle into our own spaces in the same town?

i threw up my hands, like take it in, i guess. “well, here i am. you saw me. happy?” i turned to open the driver’s side door but he grabbed my hand. that same electricity. my heart fluttered and i cursed internally.

“no. i’m not happy. i don’t want it to be like this.” we stayed like that for a second, my arm extended, his hand on my wrist. i dropped my arm and looked away. “will you have lunch with me? or breakfast? just,” he took a deep breath, “catch up with me. i missed you.”

tears stung in my eyes still fixated on the dentist’s office across the street. he missed me? i shook it off. i’d been over this for so long. and yet… i looked back at him. “fine. i’ll do breakfast. my number is the same.” he stared.

“okay. okay! breakfast!” a smile. “yes. i will, uh, i’ll call you. i’ll call you!” his smile widened and he turned, heading back towards his car.

oh, lord.

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this is so heterosexual i’m so sorry HAHAHA. stay tuned for part two tho & lmk what you think!!!

#fem!reader #ex boyfriend #real life #taylor swift #tis the damn season #can you write fan fiction abt your own life??#first post #first story

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dynamoe · 2 years

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SUMMARY: Pete vents his spleen on his personal pirate radio. Billy proves his boy genius mettle with some after-school tutoring, but ends up getting schooled... in matters of the heart?

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Trigger warnings: Comparable to parent series— swearing, slurs, implied xenophobia/racism, cruelty-disguised-as-affection and affection-disguised-as-cruelty

Pete eyeballed the stack of tapes on the kitchen counter before turning back to the dumpster-salvaged IBM clone he was defragging.

"Jeeze, more videos, pal? Can we take a break from movies and, I dunno, do some science?"

"Chut chut chut chut-chut-chut," defragged the PC in agreement.

"Like I actually believe you want to work," Billy scoffed, unplugging the Sega Genesis and hooking up the VHS player.

"All of a sudden you're, like, Mr. Big Cinephile," White rolled his eyes, "I don't have time to watch all this stuff, fella."

"So, don't. I'll watch them alone," Billy dismissed, throwing himself onto the couch and feeling under the cushions for the remote.

He defragged a full 5MB before Pete finally put it together, "This is so you can see that girl who works in the video store? Aw, man. You pathetic loser."

"What? What makes that pathetic?" Billy shouted angrily over the MGM fanfare blaring out of the TV, "We're friends!"

Pete shook his head, "As if."

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"Street of Crocodiles, The Third Man, and The Apple . That's quite a varied buffet you got there, Simply Red," the Riot Clrrrk remarked as she scanned each barcode into the register

"What complements a luxurious meal of caviar and filet mignon—" Billy explained, gesturing to the Quay Brothers and Carol Reed, "More than a dessert of rat shit and cocaine à la mode," and held up the VHS of The Apple like it was toxic waste.

Alison smirked hard and bit her lip. Was it a laugh? Maybe that's how she laughed – just too cool to laugh audibly.

Billy explained, "When we do a double feature, I let my roommate narrow it down from Class, Sass or Ass."

"Wow," Alison said sarcastically, looking over her Buddy Holly glasses, "You cool, cool guys sure have a jam-packed social life."

"Mock if you must, it only draws attention to your jealousy for not being on our exclusive guest list," Billy said archly, pushing his already upturned nose higher with his fingertip.

"You and that ersatz Winter brother don't party too hard this weekend. I don't want to read any obituaries on Monday."

"We will have died how we lived. Half asleep on our couch watching Cannon Films dystopian disco musicals."

She pushed his tapes to the edge of the desk so he could grab them easier.

"Have a good weekend, NYPD Blue."

Billy paused mid-stride on his way out the door.

"Why NYPD Blue?" Billy was stumped, "Sipowicz doesn't have red hair,"

"No, not Dennis Franz. The other one," Alison shook her fingers, searching for the name, "You know who I mean. His partner."

"David Caruso? He left after one season."

She shrugged, "I'm not really a regular watcher."

"Well, you should be. NYPD Blue's a great fucking show."

"Ugh, Get out of my store, Anne of Green Gables,"

Billy cheerfully waved, "G'night Alischon."

Billy conceded may have been overdoing it. He may have been going into Video Madness too often and renting too many videos. He may have been coming off a little puppy-like. He just had never had someone before he could just come by to shoot the shit with so casually. Someone who was generally happy to see him and remembered what he liked enough to recommend moves he "absolutely had to see."

Even though she posed cooler-than-thou and spoke in a bored monotone, she was matching his enthusiasm in her own way. It wasn't one-sided. She even once ran out of her store to find him out on the strip mall's one bench, waiting for Pete to pick him up after work as usual, because she was so excited about Video Madness' new arrival.

"Oh my God! Look what we just got in!" she waved the cassette an inch from his face.

"Skidoo?! I didn't think that was ever made on VHS," Billy admired, and then automatically quizboyed, "Groucho Marx's last movie. He dropped acid with Paul Krassner to prepare for the role."

"I set it aside for you," her eyes sparkled in delight, "It. Is. Horrible!"

Her passion, although bizarre, was infectious. He felt like she had permitted him to be a member of their secret two-person club— the only intellectuals sophisticated enough to appreciate the worst pop-cultural garbage that the squares overlooked. (And, as Groucho said, no one would want to be a member of a club that would have them as a member...or something)?

At home, White voiced the counter-argument.

"What really sets me off? She's a tourist," Pete circled the kitchenette as he gathered his thoughts, punching the air with his half-eaten sloppy joe in one hand for emphasis.

"'Cause everybody hates a tourist," sang Billy under his breath, "Especially one who thinks it's all such a laugh…" Billy gave him a side-eyed glance from the breakfast table and then put the watchmaker's loupe back in his eye.

Pete swung around, thrusting his sloppy joe accusingly, "A freak tourist!"

"Don't use that word," Billy scowled, guiding his scalpel through the wall of the left ventricle of the heart on the pie plate in front of him, "And you're getting Manwich juice all over the floor."

"No, pally, that's not me saying that. That's what it is to her. You're, like, her own personal sideshow. She comes around to gawk. See Jo-Jo The Pug-faced Boy! Shock! Alive!"

"You're full of baloney," Billy peeled back a membrane with tweezers, "Alischon has never treated me as anything other than a friend."

"To your smooshed up face maybe," White explained, "Behind your back, she gets sick thrills over how weeeihhhd you are. 'Ew, look at his big head. Gross! His ears are on sideways!' Etc."

"I'm not listening to you," Billy looked from the textbook diagram to the organ on his dissection tray.

"Bored suburban teenagers are boring," Pete stated authoritatively, " So, she decides she's going to go all Ally Sheedy in The Breakfast Club. Why have a personality when you can be 'so out there.'" White air-quoted with disgust.

Billy just let him rant. White sometimes went on a tear and it was best to let him peter himself out. (Peter. Heh.)

"So she dyes her hair rainbow colors. Wears ugly clothes and homemade jewelry. Claims only like annoying music and stupid TV shows. Stop me if I'm getting close, pally."

Billy flinched. White wasn't exactly wrong, in a nutshell.

"...And she needs to prove her freaky bona fides by having a weeeeiiiihhhhhd boyfriend."

Billy exploded angrily, pounding his fist on the table, "I'm not her boyfriend. Friend! We're friends."

White ignored him, affecting a 'girl voice,' "Oh, she's so avant-garde she's fucking that albino kid from our literature seminar. Wow, such out-there taste makes her so cool and different and whatevah."

Billy collected himself, "Now you're projecting."

"And you're supposed to be so grateful that this normal is lowering herself to be seen with you twisted genetic monster. And she gets off on your worship. It's all a big ego boost."

Pete shouted right in Billy's face, "Don't you get it? You're an accessory to a lifestyle. You're not a person, you're a handbag."

Billy sputtered, "I'm not a handbag!"

The commotion shook the table enough to knock the dissection subject over into a mushy pile with a squish-thud. Pete finally noticed what Billy was working on.

"What the hell is that?!"

"A sheep's heart. I bought them from the butcher at the supermarket to practice."

"To practice... open sheep surgery?"

Billy blinked. "Unless you have a ready supply of human corpses, this is the best I can do."

Pete thought a minute, then realized something. He started to speak, "Actually—"

Billy cut him off," No. No. I'm sure you could find a dead body, but I don't want to even know who you know. I strike the question from the record."

Pete tossed the remains of his sandwich in the trash and opened the fridge

Bill called out preemptively, "Don't open that Tupperware in the fridge. It's full of cow's eyes."

"Aw, you're making my favorite dinner for our anniversary!" Pete cooed mockingly.

Billy tapped his anatomy textbook, "I'm doing ophthalmology in the next chapter."

Pete bypassed the stay-fresh box of bovine eyeballs and grabbed a Fresca, "I'm going to the studio."

"You mean the shed?" Billy taunted.

"The broadcast studio, you dink."

"When you ordered it from Sears was it in the 'broadcast studio' section or the 'garden shed' section?"

Pete grumbled.

Billy dropped it, "Whatever. Go play with your HAM radio. "

"Goddamn it, Billy. It's not HAM radio, it's pirate radio. HAM radio is for weird lonely dorks."

Billy stared. "I'm not touching that set-up. Too easy."

Pete scowled at him and snapped the cordless phone from its cradle, "Stay off the modem for the next hour. I'm taking calls."

He harrumphed out the front door, attempting to slam the screen door, which only weakly squeaked shut behind him.

"Calls from who?" Billy asked the empty room*.

II. CIRCUIT BREAKER BREAKER

As much as they argued, it never ended with a huge blowout. The trailer lacked doors good for slamming required for an angry flounce. It also didn't have enough isolated spaces for solitary brooding afterward – just one long room. There was the bathroom, but occupying that any longer than necessary was both gross and cruel to the other party. Pete could climb on the roof to "get away" but he had already ripped one hole in the ceiling by doing just that. Driving around on the Conjecture Scooter to cool off was out with the price of gas as high as it was. Wandering in the desert was far too Biblical and carried too big a risk of getting lost – one sagebrush shrub looked a lot like another – with the sun coming up.

Buying a shed was an imperfect solution but was within their shoestring budget— a little prefab corrugated aluminum tool storage building so small he had to duck fit into it. It was originally just a sulking shed, but as he moved in more of his recording and broadcasting junk and then his full record and CD collection, it gradually transitioned itself into a broadcast studio without him trying. Building the aerial was a weekend project and with that up, he was in business, pirating frequencies within a 20 km radius to blast his European Only-release Duran Duran B-sides plus the latest in DIY bedroom label lo-fi off into the ether.

Was anyone listening? No idea. He gave the fax number and the PO Box on the air every show but never heard anything back.

"Okay, down to business," White cracked his knuckles over the transmitter, "Got my Wild Cherry Fresca and I got my Black Jack gum," he popped a stick in his mouth and then spit it out immediately, "Oh god, that's horrible! Why do I keep buying this?"

Every night at 10, he sent out his signal.

His college radio show was "The White Room." In his brief and inconsistent commercial radio career, he tested tryout shows under titles "The White Void," "White Noise," "Pale Shelter," and "Unto Whited Sepulchres" (during his embarrassing goth/Christian phase), none of which found an audience and were canceled immediately. The whole world was his audience now so he referred to the show as "White Nation." (It never occurred to him what that phrase actually implied; it sounded cool to him and that was as much thought as he gave it.)

"You're listening to the Evah Populah Pete White on White Nation, commandeering the airwaves from the powers that be. A lone voice in the wilderness, screaming."

He usually just plunged into his playlist, only coming on to name tracks once every 5-10 plays, but he needed to vent to somebody. The open airwaves were his best option.

He pulled the mic arm over to his mouth, set a bed track (Yellow Magic Orchestra, Firecracker) and growled "We are under attack, y'know. Don't get complacent that you got a good thing going. The outside is always trying to break in, ruin what you've got. INVADING your space."

Yeah, it was little melodramatic, but what's wrong with a little showmanship? He vamped while trying to pull the next LP out of a sleeve.

"Your happiness is under constant assault! These OUTSIDERS want to take away what's yours and even your closest friends will call you a LIAR for telling them the TRUTH that they can't see."

Damn, the record was really stuck in there. He didn't want to rip the cover.

".... these...seductive women...with their...colored hair and their...um...pigment. Turning your closest family against you. Somebody oughta do something…"

Got it. Must have caught on some old glue seepage inside the sleeve. He slid the platter out and onto the turntable. "Coming up— Talk Talk, Alphaville, Gary Numan. Now here's Blancmange's 1983 track Living on the Ceiling. He gingerly placed the needle on the spinning disc and faded the input from mic to LP-1, letting out a breath. He felt a little better.

In between Tears for Fears and Spandau Ballet, the power suddenly cut out, plunging the shed into darkness. He could hear Billy shout from back in the trailer. They were putting a lot of demands on one home-made generator. Being a self-taught engineer with little interest in "best practices" or "basic electrical safety," Pete expected his equipment to short out regularly.

"Turn it off and turn it back on again" always worked in computing...why not here?, he thought as he flicked a power strip (with 27 different fraying extension cords plugged into it) on/off button with his toe. Everything back up, no problem. It even activated a rainbow flashing party light, an executive desk toy of a tsunami in a box, and a rock tumbler he hadn't even realized were plugged in, mixed in with the piles of old junk. He could just barely make out a tiny crackling voice through static coming from somewhere in the shed.

"... fzzzt….Breaker Breaker…crrrckkkkkk."

He looked through the shelf for the source, then under piles of boxes and shifted over a stack of CDs and a bin of hex-nuts, digging to find a dust-crusted CB Radio he got for Christmas 1976. How the hell did he still have that? How the hell was it still working? Why the hell did he have it plugged in?

The CB scanned the local airwaves picking up on truckers too traditional or too cheap to upgrade to car-phone, picking up casual conversation and speed trap alerts from anyone in range. He picked out three or four different voices and CB handles.

"Get your ears on, Dinner Plate – White's broadcasting again. 97.88 AM" "I can't stomach that haircut music. I'm 10-10 on the side. Over." "Negatory, good buddy. That boy's spitting some truth. Dial in." "He's taking back the airwaves from the man, Soap Suds. 10-4."

Hey, someone was listening.

"Oh, you're listening to the Evah Populah Pete White, reclaiming the airwaves from our corporate overlords. If you're listening...if anyone is listening, you can call our studio at ___," Pete gave the number for the fax line. He usually did as a matter of routine but never got a call before.

The cordless phone suddenly rang. It startled him. Pete reached for the phone and flipped some switches to couple the line with the transmitter.

"Uh, hello?"

"Is this the Ever Pop'lar Pete White," a gruff voice with a heavy Texas accent asked.

"You've got White and you're on the air. What can I do for you, caller?"

"Oh man, that's awesome," the voice drawled, " I'm restin' at a truck stop just outside Pueblo. I drive the Juarez to Saskatoon run and I always scan my radio for your signal when I'm passing through Colorado on I-25. Tell all my friends to listen, too."

"You play them songs that remind me of high school. Y'know just 'cause I'm a trucker doesn't mean I can't like the New Wave. Driving a big rig don't mean I'm required to like country music or...or…or...CW McCall. I hate that shee-it. That is a rank ster-eo-type. Oh, sorry. Can I cuss on the air?"

"Do whatever you want, pally. This is PIRATE AIR. No rules."

"Damn straight. Anyway, truckers can like electro pop."

"Right on."

"Duran Duran really takes me back. Some of the other stuff you play, well...it's kinda faggoty."

Pete winced. Things were going so well up to this point.

"But it's really the stuff you were saying, about invaders and protecting what's ours? It just speaks to me, man. I feel the same damn way. I wanna send y'all some tokens of my appreciation."

"Stay on the line, caller and we'll take it off air. For the rest of the White Nation out there listening, here comes Orchestral Manoeuvers in the Dark."

He dropped the needle on the 45, faded in the record and switched the caller to a private phone call.

"Still there, caller?"

"Yeah, but I gotta get back on the road. Lemme get that PO Box you said on the air. I wanna send y'all stuff you might find purty interesting."

III. HAVING FUN ISN'T HARD WHEN YOU'VE GOT A LIBRARY CARD

"Alischon!" Billy said, so startled he toppled a stack of returns he was scanning into the computer as soon as he spotted her approaching the checkout desk of the North Mesa Junction Branch Library.

"I finally learned how t' read so I thought I'd celebrate by getting me a library card," Alison belted far too loudly in her best hillbilly-moron voice.

"I'll take care of this patron, Mrs. Schebeliusch," Billy cut off one of the senior librarians circling behind him.

"The tables have turned. A real reversal of fortune we got going on, Cherry 2000 " Alison pointed out, looking up at him for the first time as he lorded over the checkout desk while standing on a kik-step stool.

"Now you're in my world and the advantage is mine," Billy pronounced nefariously but at library-appropriate volume, robbing it of impact, "Eh, I'm not great at supervillain patter."

"Too much of a hero, right?"

"I'd like to be a good guy but I'm more of a neutral guy. I don't do enough to be good or evil."

"Making some brownies later?" Alison nudged Billy's oven mitt.

"My hand sets off the bar-code reader," Billy explained, waving his mitt at the infrared checkout desk wand, "I have to insulate it or the computer thinks someone's checking out 10,000 copies of The Bridges of Madison County.

He hopped off his stool and momentarily disappeared behind the desk to retrieve "new library card" paperwork. He walked Alison over to a side table and set out the forms for her to sign as he stuck a barcode sticker onto a card-blank.

"I hate working at the front desk. I'm usually in the back." he explained as she filled out her contact info, "I sort the returns and inter-library loans."

"And the bandage?" Alison tapped a square of gauze taped over Billy's right eye with her pen.

"When I applied for this job I thought it seemed less depressing to make it look like something that could get better. I told the head librarian it was a T-ball injury."

"More hopeful," Alison nodded with appreciation.

"But I've been working here for four years and no one's questioned why it's still wrapped up. Maybe they think I'm accident prone in a very specific way and keep re-injuring it."

"Had your cornea bisected by a spat watermelon seed's errant trajectory?" suggested Alison.

"Exactly. Or targeted by a random rogue owl attack. Every day it's something else," Billy agreed to the strategy, "But people only ask about it if I'm at the check out desk, that's why I prefer to stay in the back."

"You're probably not much help at reshelving books, huh?" she stated the obvious, "Or do you only do the children's section."

"Goddammit," Billy scowled, "Why does everyone just pick on me constantly."

"Because you look hilarious when you're furious?"

Billy scowled even more. Alison lit up. "See?"

Billy released a breath and shook his head. It was just his lot in life.

Pete's arguments cycled in his brain, Billy hated himself for even asking, "You're not friends with me just to make fun of me, are you?"

"No, I'm friends with you because you're so goddamned sexy," Alison said completely deadpan with a blank expression.

"More jokes," Billy looked crestfallen. White might have had a point.

"Hilarious when angry. Adorable when hurt," Alison repeated while gesturing into the air like it was an advertising slogan.

Billy was still mad, but couldn't fight breaking into a big stupid grin.

"And you're cute when you smile, too. You look like a Boston Terrier."

Billy's ears blushed pink. She stuck out her tongue and flipped him the bird.

"Now, point me to the smut section, I'm gonna check me out ALL them Harlequin Romances. Woof!"

IV. EDUCATING ALISON

A week later at Video Madness, something seemed off.

Just going through the motions, Alison took Billy’s tapes (M, Malice and They Live!), scanned their barcodes and passed them back without eye contact

“No insulting nickname today?” Billy mocked, “No ‘Conan O’Brien?’ No ‘Judas Iscariot?’”

“Like from the Bible? Judas had red hair?” Alison asked vacantly.

“In some other cultural traditions,” Billy shrugged, “Shakespeare says he did. Medieval Jewish stereotypes are always red-haired and— are you OK?”

Alison had a thousand yard stare. “Oh, sorry I just…” Alison seemed to deflate, “I found out I might not graduate. I’m failing too many classes and I’m gonna get held back.”

“What classes?”

“Chemistry. Trig-B. AP US History,” Alison listed.

“Why are you taking an AP if you’re such a dumbass?”

Alison shrugged.

“I can tutor you,” Billy declared.

“As if. You’re just a little kid!”

“I’m a ‘little kid ’ with a high school diploma offering to help you get yours,” Billy snapped.

📼 – 📼 - 📼

Back in the stockroom, Alison perched on a shelf next to a pile of returned tapes while Billy skimmed her Chem test papers, wincing at the grades – 75%. 59%. 11%!

“Eleven percent? How did you get 11%? You get ten points automatically just for spelling your own name right.”

“I dunno,” Alison muttered, pushing another returned tape into the VHS rewinder.

“Are you failing because you don’t understand the material or you just don’t care?”

“I don’t really study.”

“Obviously,” Billy rolled his eye, “But can you cram enough to pass a make-up test or do you need to learn the material first.”

“I don’t know,” Alison said, embarrassed. She didn’t like this power dynamic at all. She was the one who made him uncomfortable, not the other way ‘round. Billy was hit suddenly by how young she looked, like a naughty kid told to sit in the corner.

“It’s been like ten years since I took high school Chemistry. Hand me your textbook,” Billy reached out behind him.

Alison fished it out her backpack and placed it in Billy’s metal hand. In one sweeping gesture, Billy pulled it forward and flopped it open one-handed. He traced his finger down the lines of text speed-reading, flipping the page every few seconds while his other hand mechanically filled a piece of paper with notes in precise tiny handwriting. He finished the book in a minute and a half.

He did the same with the Trigonometry and US History tests and textbooks. Each process took about five minutes from beginning to end: reading the test questions, skimming the text and breaking down the material into an outline with appropriate sections flagged and noted.

“Jeeze,” Alison sighed, “I guess you really are a boy genius.”

“This is nothing. You should have seen me when I still had both eyes,” Billy boasted, “I could summarize and write breakdowns on two books at the same time.”

“Um… why do you have only one eye?” Alison asked tenuously. He brought it up first so it didn’t seem completely rude to ask.

“A Mexican rottweiler ate it because I shouted trivia at him,” Billy said dismissively, going over his notes.

Alison was too confused to even ask if that was a joke.

“I can make 100 test prep lists with my eye closed, but if you don’t actually study you’re still going to fail. Are you actually going to make an effort?”

“Oh god, yes,” Alison assured him, “If it means I get to the hell out of school by June, I’d walk through a river of liquid shit naked.”

Billy tried not to dwell on the visual, “No one’s asking you to do that,” Billy said haltingly, “Just… study, please.”

Alison crossed her heart with her fingers and held up three fingers in a mangled scout’s salute.

“When are your make-up tests?” Billy asked. Alison showed him her schedule. Billy made an outline for what sections to re-read and what to memorize for each test. They made plans to meet during her lunch break next week to do a review and take a practice test.

“Or you could just take my tests for me,” Alison suggested.

“I don’t have the right color wig to pass as you,” Billy said, “Or tall enough platform shoes.”

“Why do you bother even helping me when I’m nothing but mean to you?”

“We’re friends, right?" Billy said, closing the textbook and meeting her eyes, "I know you don’t mean anything by those names anyway.”

“Yeah, it’s just teasing,” Alison admitted without actually apologizing, “I’m only a massive jerk to people I really like.”

Billy's heart lurched.

V. PETE DROPS SCIENCE

“Alischon’s taking me to a show as a thank you for helping her pass her make-up tests,” Billy panicked, “What do I do?”

Pete grumbled, not looking up from the paperback of None Dare Call It Conspiracy that had come in the mail the day before.

“Please, White,” Billy pleaded, “Help me.”

Pete still had reservations about this girl jerking his best friend around, but Billy never asked him for help. It was so rare Pete knew more about anything and got to play older brother and explain how life works.

“You’ve never been to see a band?" Pete asked in disbelief, "Not ever?"

Billy shook his head. No.

Pete cracked his knuckles. By the time he was Billy’s age he’d been to about 8,000 rock shows. He went to even more when he worked at a radio station and was “on the list” to “scout bands.” Free tickets, drinking all night on the company account and makin’ it with sweaty girl bassists sticky with Aqua-Net on top of filthy bar bathroom sinks. Funny how unlimited access to cocaine and the man who could get them played on the radio made him irresistible to women. He never had it so good since.

He got lost in the memory until he noticed Billy looking up at him making puppy-dog-eyes, begging White to save him from doing something lame in front of a girl.

“Number one, never wear the band’s shirt to their concert.”

“Band shirts don’t fit me. They only come in XL. It’d be like wearing a dress.”

“And don’t buy a shirt from the merch stand and then put it on at the concert, especially not over a collared shirt. Absolute massive douche move.”

“These are all local bands so I don’t think any of them even have t-shirts. Any non-shirt related advice?”

“Ok, take these,” he pressed a small plastic snap-top container into his hand.

“What is this? Is it condoms? Are you giving me condoms?”

“Slow your roll, Casanova. It’s earplugs. Brand new pack.” Billy popped the gumball-sized case; six little silicone T-shaped blobs inside stared back at him.

“Find a spot towards the front but not closer than three people in, OK? Not in the direct path of any amps or speakers. Make sure you can see the exit, too.”

Billy wrote his advice down on a square of graph paper. Still a quizboy. What a dweeb. Totally uncool. White rolled his eyes, but kept going.

“Offer her the earplugs first. It shows you’re thinking of her and you’re a gentleman . Then put yours in as the band first comes out. Just pinch and push them in with the big end facing out.”

Billy knew nothing should go in your ear that was smaller than your elbow but he also picked his nose with a metal finger until it bled so silicone earplugs seemed fine.

“They’re one-size fits all, but they’re designed for human ears. They oughta work in those stuck-on-sideways radar dishes on your head.”

Billy was too nervous to start a fight over baseline insults.

“If a mosh pit forms, move back but don’t surrender too much territory. Or, hell, jump in. Work off some of that anxiety. Just don’t clock anyone with the metal hand – lawsuit. Head butts are enough. You’d be really good at those.”

Billy nodded and walked off. White called after him, “And don’t attempt to crowd surf— they will drop you.”

to be continued...

*Billy is a huge nerd but even he doesn't throw around "whom" rhetorically even if it is grammatically correct.

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I didn’t even remember Ally Sheedy’s character was named “Allison” in The Breakfast Club (1985) until rewatching this clip. I just think of her as “Ally Sheedy in Breakfast Club."

Pete’s Radio Show Names

White Noise

Pale Shelter

Unto Whited Sepulchres (via Matthew 23:27)

"Got my Wild Cherry [Diet Pepsi] and I got my Black Jack gum” - Pump Up The Volume (1990)

HAVING FUN ISN'T HARD WHEN YOU'VE GOT A LIBRARY CARD this "music video" was aired constantly on PBS. Almost unavoidable. It bores into your brain.

Torn between what line want to hear Billy say more: "Sass, Class or Ass" or "Det. Sipowicz"

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bigkammyyy · 1 month

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It's late in the office

She's the last one there inevitably, afterall she did rush right in. She doesn't bring attention to herself but she's seen, not that she knew it.

Sat alone in her world of dreams and hopes whilst she goes about the most mundane tasks, her fingers furiously typing away only stopping when she's stretching swaying side by side to the song that's stuck in her head.

How on earth is this last hour going to pass, the vending machine maybe? She walks over without a fuss, B2, C4, E3 she ponders over and over in her head.

"C4, it's a game changer" in a deep and low bassed voice she hears, she turns and startled "oh sorry I thought no one else was here", in the time those words cross the boundaries of her lips she's scanned him, his big hands, the belt, his bold eyes. "It's okay a girl has her needs doesn't she" he says with a slight smirk. Her mind races, why did I like that she asks herself. Slightly flustered she reaches and says "E3" and presses the button, her first rebellious act. She's used to just doing as she's told unassumingly but not this time.

"We have a rebel on our hands" he looks at her and says whilst looking at her wool jumper with her black jeans hugging around her thighs perfectly and her dainty hands gripping on to her purse.

She smiles a little and reaches down for her chocolate, "see you later" she walks the other way slightly flustered and gets back to her desk.

"Not long to go!!" Is the text on her phone from her boyfriend, she immediately replies, "can't wait to see you". Unexpectedly a snack is put on her desk, "C4 " she hears in a light tone.

She turns her chair slightly smiling a little, and looks up at him, "no thank you" she says politely. He looks at her disapprovingly whilst putting both hands on the handles of her chair and leans in a little and whispers "C4". She's shaken, excited, and flustered the closeness, his scent, the slight brush of his arms against her stomach inadvertently has made her lose it.

"Erm ahem er thank you" she musters together feeling overwhelmingly nervous but excited. He smiles and walks away.

Omg you will never believe what just happened, she furiously types, delete, she can't tell her boyfriend this can she. She smiles to herself a little excited and really curious.

Oh shit it's 10 to, the time has flown, her mind racing as she looks at C4 on her desk. She hurries her things, looking over to see where he is, hmm shall I say bye? Nope no that's not me. Not me. No. She tells herself she won't.

Maybe I'll walk past that way, just for the extra steps, she tells herself as she justifies why she needs to walk past him.

Not a soul in sight, she searches for him not turning her head too much but scans everywhere with her eyes frantic, oh he's gone, that's good she tells herself.

She reaches for her ipod whilst putting her headphones in, ready to take the lift down, can't wait to get out of here she barely says to herself with the sound of her music drowning her own speech out.

Down, down come on work already ugh she impatiently battles the lift with it's ever broken buttons, ah finally as the down button works and the lift begins to close. Before she sees those big hands, it's him, relieved but confused she sees him manage to get in to the lift.

"I was calling you" he says, she can see his lips move but her headphones blocking out the noise, erm oh how do I turn this down, flustered even more so than before as she tries to turn her music down.

"Sorry what did you say " she asks, he replies whilst looking at her up and down "I guess you'll never know", she smirks and scoffs at him and rolls her eyes, shit I didn't mean to do that she tells herself oh god.

"You really are a rebel aren't you" he teases as he glances at her again, why do I like this she asks herself, just don't look at him. It's 4 floors that's all.

Down 1 floor the lift goes, 2, ping ping ping, "sorry folks we'll have to squeeze in here there are a few of us" says the chief executive and seniors who all flood the lift, they all clamour in, she has no choice but to face him in close proximity. Nice eyes she says to herself before quickly looking away, his soft looking lips and those bold eyes drawing her in.

He reaches in to his pocket gently brushing against her arm accidentally and gets out the chocolate bar from before, they both look at each other with a weary smile "C4" they laugh and smile, making eye contact for a second whilst they softly laugh. He reaches over unzipping her bag slightly as his thighs brush against her and she follows his hands with her eyes unfazed as he slides in the chocolate in to the corner of her bag. She looks up at him with a slight grimace to hide her smile.

"See you later, catch you next week, have a good one" the lift empties as the 4 floor lift journey ends up being a rollercoaster. "After you" hands gesturing forwards, arm extended, he says, god they are big, she says to herself as she walks out of the lift.

"Oh you finally follow instructions, not too much of a rebel then are you" he says as she turns back around with a smile and just nods.

"Where are you" she texts her boyfriend, undelivered ugh.

Do you need a lift rebel" he asks, "nope no nah I am okay" he smirks "of course you are" as they both smile at each other. "So erm I'll see you later?" Nervously she says as she gets ready to walk away, "is that you asking me out Rebel" he replies in a light tone, god why did I say that what's wrong with me she tells her self as she just laughs and replies "no I have a boyfriend" god where is he she says to herself, "yeah but you're a rebel aren't you" he says as he moves closer to her with one hand gently placed on her waist gripping her firmly. She looks down at his hand and back up at him flustered and Nervously replies " not that much of a rebel" as she moves his hand away, her soft hands feeling his hard knuckles and her fingertips feeling the slight hair sets her alight as she unknowingly holds his wrist, "now now then" he says alerting her to the fact that she's gripping his wrist as tightly as she can. Oh shit she says to herself as she moves her hand away.

"Sorr- sorry right I er need to go" she says flustered, "do you" he asks in the most tease worthy fashion as he reaches to the small of her back and pulls her in, pressed against his chest, her hands in his, her thighs brushing against his, she smiles Nervously and looks up to kiss him...

#my story #kammywrites

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marie-hoe · 2 years

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don't worry about how long you'll take to write it, I'm just excited, I love your work so much 😬 so could you write poly!evanstan, when the boys are away filming something together and put on a show for their girl on camera 🙈

Camera Show

Poly!Evanstan x Reader

Words: 1280 (this was supposed to be a drabble but oops)

Warnings: facetime sex; oral (mxm), toys and teasing; mutual masterbation; y/n being bratty

AN: I need to make banners or something bc I'm running out of gifs to use on my fics

Masterlist

Your fingers tapped nervously against your knees as you waited for the facetime call to be answered. It had been a long time since you had seen your boys, and you were beginning to get a little antsy.

Typically, when they were filming, there was a sort of alternating schedule that allowed you ample time to speak with one if not both all of the time, leaving you nearly no time outside of your work schedule to be alone; however, this time, both men were filming on the same project which left you alone with your thoughts.

So, here you sat, waiting anxiously in your skimpy red lace two piece. Your fingers twirled lazily over your thighs, warming small patches of goosebumps that had adorned your skin thanks to the cool breeze that your lacey robe did nothing to protect you against.

Your breathing hitched in your throat when the call was finally answered, only for a moment hoping that the men would in fact be alone for the call before seeing their smiling faces on the screen before you.

"Dear God, baby doll," Sebastian groaned as both men took the sight in. Their mouths hung open as their eyes scanned your body and their pants grew incredibly tight at an almost embarrassing rate.

You blushed as you watched their dumbfounded expressions, giggling to fill the silence before speaking, "Hi, boys."

Chris shook his head at you, his hand obviously occupied by something in his lap as you watched him shuffle around, the sound of heavy material hitting the floor and making you bite your lip.

Slowly, you spread your legs for the men, running your hands along your inner thighs while taunting the men further, "What's wrong, Christopher? Not happy to see me?"

Both men rolled their eyes at your inquiry, but Chris stood from his seat on the couch they occupied, proudly showcasing his already hard and swollen cock. "Is that what it looks like, baby?" He pressed, sitting back beside Sebastian as he continued. "Every part of me is excited to see you, baby. Wish you were here so much," he grunted, his hand clearly stroking over his cock slowly while Sebastian nearly drooled over watching you tease yourself over your wet panties.

"Sebby?" You called out, causing the man to blink between your uncovered, wet cunt and Chris' throbbing cock mere inches from him. He hummed a response at you as he finally pulled his pants off, almost whimpering at the events before him.

You smirked at the weak wills of the men and moved your fingers to spread your lips, using the digits to spread your slick around, causing the men to groan at the sight. "Sebby, why don't you help Chris out? Put on a show for me, boys."

Sultry groans left their lips when they watched you reach around and pull a vibrator into frame, turning it on to tease your clit as you waited expectantly for the show to begin.

Within seconds, Chris and Sebastian crashed their lips together like starved men. Their tongues working against one another in a battle for dominance before Sebastian caved.

Chris' fingers reached for the laptop, moving it down farther so you could watch as Sebastian leaned over the man's lap and grabbed his cock in his hands. He lowered himself down, lips pressing softly against the head before flattening his tongue along the skin, using his hand to stroke the girth while he teased the man beneath him.

Chris' hips bucked against Sebastian, his eyes flickering to the screen where you laid spread wide and whining. Your hips were bucking in the air, your vibrator pressed firmly against your swollen clit as you watched the way Sebastian's cheeks hallowed to take all of Chris.

You both moaned when he pulled his mouth off of him to look up at Chris, saliva trailing between his chin and the cock when he roughly kissed the man.

The kiss acted as a transfer of power; Sebastian used the kiss to trace his tongue along every inch of Chris' mouth, teasing him with the taste of his own cock, and it made Chris whimper.

You watched as the man wrapped a hand around Chris' throat, pushing him off as he looked at the man with a wide-eyed, cock-sure expression. "What are you waiting for, Christopher? She wants to see a show."

A whine left your lips as you slowly began teasing your entrance with the vibrating device. It would never amount to either of your men; it was enough to get the job done, but you couldn't help but feel jealous that the men were able to taste one another and be the one to push the other to cum when you had a stack of silicone and batteries.

"Don't be jealous baby; don't pout. Just one more week and I'll have you both choking on my cock," Sebastian comments as he uses his grip on Chris' neck to push his cock in his throat.

The sounds of Chris' light choking before he caught his bearings on the girth had you keening and slowly shoving the silicone into your walls.

His head bobbed on the weeping cock, his fingers massaging the man's balls and causing him to groan. "O-oh, baby boy is doing so good for me, baby. Bet you wish it was your mouth swallowing my big cock, huh baby doll?"

You nodded wordlessly at his crass words, using the hand around your vibrator to push it in further to drag it back out while your free hand worked relentlessly on your clit.

Sebastian muttered a deep, "c'mere, baby," and brought a hand around to Chris' poor swollen cock. Chris' moan vibrated around Sebastian's cock when he pushed his thumb against the seeping slit, using it to glide his hand around the length.

"Gonna watch me cum?" You asked the men with a whine, almost giggling when both men stilled to look at you. They nodded an affirmative as they stroked one another's cock, mumbling words of affirmations to bring you closer to your orgasm.

"Cum for us, baby doll. Let us see how bad you need our cocks."

"Come on, baby. Cream on your toy like you do our cocks."

In your final moments you uttered a final command, "Cum with me, boys."

Both men agreed, their hands twisting and stroking the other as they hungrily watched as your body jerked under the heavy vibrations from the silicone toy.

A few more chants of encouragement from your boys and you came. Your toy began to stutter as the white cream seeped down and around it, dripping from your cunt when you pulled the toy from you. Simultaneously each man groaned at the sight, both spurting their hot white seed against the other's hand.

You giggled as you watched the men pant and heave, eyes blinking as they oriented themselves with what had just happened as you used the perfect opportunity to tease them further by licking your toy clean.

Chris rolled his eyes at your brattiness, looking away before you could rile him up again, as Sebastian stared at you pointedly. "Don't think you won't get punished for using that, doll. One more week and your cunt is mine," Sebastian barked.

You faked a pout at the man, knowing this would happen before hand, but you did it anyways. "And that sweet little ass of yours, baby," Chris started before pausing to bite his lip, giving you ample time to jump up on all fours and turn so your ass was showing to the men. "Gonna be the perfect shade of red when I'm done with it."

#poly!evanstan x reader #chris evans smut #sebastian stan smut #chris evans x reader x sebastian stan #poly!evanstan #poly!chris evans #poly!sebastain stan #poly! evanstan smut #written by marie

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bunkerbucky · 3 years

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Casual Sabotage *Bucky Barnes x Reader*

Reader is hit with sex pollen. Except she doesn't crave her boyfriend, Steve Rogers. No, it's his best friend, Bucky Barnes, that she wants inside of her. Bucky, in the beginning, is a good bro and refuses. But due to the fact she sucks his dick so good he kinda, sorta, loses that restraint and just fucks her regardless of who she belongs to.

Rating: Explicit [+18]

Warnings: Sex pollen= Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Rough blow-job, rough oral-sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink, size kink- Bucky has a big dick in this lmao, choking and biting kink, infidelity; Reader cheats on Steve.

TW: Dub-con- Reader is under sex pollen, so she actually cannot give consent and also because Bucky is so resistant in the beginning. It turns consensual on Bucky's part, he gives in to the temptation. But, obviously, reader is still influenced so... the lines are blurred.

Yourself and Bucky had searched the Hydra base from tippy-top to bottom. There was nothing out of the ordinary, which infuriated you a little. With the amount of recon work you both had to do, the long nights of watching the agents coming and going, you felt like you both deserved a small win, at least.

A long sigh escaped from your lips as Bucky's fingers typed furiously on the computers keyboard, a USB stick in hand just in case he found something exciting. Your arms were crossed over your chest, eyes scanning around the bases' security room, roaming the shelves and cabinets that held nothing of importance. A week of nothing, you wanted to cry.

"Hmm," Bucky low hum attracted your attention, "It says there's a basement to this building, we haven't checked that out." His steel eyes look over the screen and at you, you respond with a shrug of your shoulders. "We've got two hours before the cavalry arrives to pick us up, let's explore and see if we can obtain something to keep from Rogers from complainin'"

You giggle slightly at Bucky's comment, nodding in agreement with him. Steve would have a lot to say if you went back empty-handed, especially since he sent you both rather than himself. But you couldn't lie and say the thought of seeing Steve after so long didn't excite you. You had missed your boyfriend dearly, you weren't allowed on missions together since finally making things official. Work ethics and all that jazz.

Instead, you and Bucky had started to partner up, Steve didn't trust anyone but himself, and Bucky, to keep an eye out for you. Who better to watch over his best girl than his best friend, plus Bucky was your friend before you got with Steve.

"What if we go down there and there's a great, big monster waiting for us?" Sliding into the small elevator beside Barnes.

Bucky looked down at you with a raised eyebrow, "Then I'll be throwing you out as a distraction, so I can press the elevator door button to leave."

You both ended up laughing at his response, although when the doors finally did open and reveal a darkened basement layer... there was a moment of silence, you both side-eyeing one another at the lack of sound and movement.

Bucky stepped off first and the automatic lighting triggered him to pull his gun from its holster, his reflexes sharp and fast. You step off and follow Bucky down the hall towards double doors, the room through those doors was abandoned and huge. Desks with old computers, all smashed and out of use. Stacks of files and paper scattered on desks and the floor. Despite the mess, it all looks really promising, there had to be something amongst the chaos.

You both separate to cover more ground, you only had a limited time before you had to leave. You looked through paper and files, shuffling through stacks of meaningless bullshit. Hydra certainly kept a record of everything, including all the worthless crap. You wondered if they actually printed this stuff to lead you guys on wild goose chases like this, to make sure you were distracted with searching for something important amongst all their bullshit.

You ended up in the far back of the room, a small desk area had random empty vials littered across it. Files labelled in Russian, that you couldn't translate very well.

"Hey, Buck," You called over your shoulder as you lifted an empty vial, a cork tightly shoved in the top; curious. "Think I might've found something."

The vial itself was black, not black liquid, the vial was just black. It didn't feel weighted, it didn't feel like anything was moving inside of it. So, curiosity got the best of you because you yanked the cork off the vial. Black smoke puffed out and into your face causing you to inhale and go into a coughing fit. Waving your arms in front of your face, coughing at the inhalation of whatever was inside that vial.

It smelt like... old leather, peppermint toothpaste and...something else, like a deep musk. Odd.

"Hey, are you okay?" Bucky suddenly appeared at your side, a hand placed on your back and eyeing you with concern. He then grabbed the vial from your hand, it was clear and no longer black. "What happened?"

Your coughing had subsided, you felt fine. "I think there was some kind of smoke or whatever in there, I don't know. The black stuff just burst out, I was stupid-"

"Damn, right." Bucky looked mad, which was a given. "Hydra is known for making gas poisons, Y/N. That was a rookie move, never open strange vials." He didn't sound too mad at you, a little more concerned and worried.

You nodded, frowning when feeling the back of your neck sweating. You felt... hot. A sweat was taking over your body, your mouth was getting dry and your mind was going fuzzy. Bucky hadn't noticed, his eyes cast down to the Russian files on the desk, his hand flipping through the old pages and taking the information in with wide eyes. You briefly wondered if whatever is written in that file had anything to do with that vial.

"Fuck," Bucky muttered.

"What?" Your throat was scratchy, your breathing was becoming laboured and your palms were sweaty.

You didn't feel hot, though. You didn't feel sick either.

"Well, I'm guessing whatever was in that vial was... to put it plainly, sex pollen. It makes the patient unable to think of anything but sex, all they want and all they feel is lust. It's basically either used to breed or on prisoners- the pain of not getting off thoroughly enough can lead to the patient taking extreme measures: death." He shakes his head, you don't notice the horrified look In his eyes at the thought of maybe it being used on him when under Hydra's control. "You're likely fine, though."

"I wouldn't be so sure," You managed to gasp out, your thighs squeezing together and eyes closed, you wanted to feel embarrassed but you couldn't. "My head is spinning and, fuck, I need to get this off. I feel too hot, I'm burnin' up." Clawing at the collar of your own tact suit, your hands were shaking and you couldn't bring yourself to look at Bucky.

You wanted to look at him though. You knew he was standing close to you because you could smell him, he smelt like the black smoke did. He smelt delicious, intoxicating in the best way. God, you wanted him so badly. You needed him.

"It's going to be okay, Y/N. I promise, we'll get you back to Steve and he can-"

You shook your head and finally pulled the zipper down of your jacket, shrugging the bulletproof material off your shoulders.

"Need you." You managed to mumble out, lifting your gaze to Bucky, who was frowning and shaking his head. "Please, Buck. I need you! I can feel my skin crawling and-I'm in so much pain, please." Your voice a mix between a whine and beg.

"I can't- you're not thinking properly. Steve will be here soon and he can help you, he's your boyfriend, remember?"

You pulled the black, tight sleeved henley from your body and let it drop to the floor, it covered in sweat. You're standing in a sports bra and tact pants, chest heaving as you try to intake gulps of oxygen from your panting. Even with half your clothes off you still felt sweat bead and drip down your skin.

"I can't wait that long," You sniffled but no tears forming. "Please, I want you-I've always wanted you. You read the file, I'm going to die!"

Bucky continued to shake his head. "I won't do that Steve. It says that it took a couple of hours till that point, Steve'll be here soon and I'll explain to him what happened."

You groaned painfully, shaking your own head now. Not understanding why he couldn't just help you now. You were in immense pain and the throbbing heat in your core wasn't letting up.

You didn't want Steve to help you. You didn't need Steve to help you, it wasn't just because he wasn't here. You wanted Bucky. The smell of him, the heat radiating off his body when it was close to yours. You craved for him to touch you, to fuck you. You were sure the moment he touched you that the pain would ease, the flames that were consuming you would simmer down.

And you were certain that he wanted you too.

Taking the initiative you moved closer to Bucky, the short hairs on the back of your neck were drenched in sweat, you could feel it drip down your back. You placed a hand softly on his metal arm, the cool vibranium instantly cooling you down. Bucky let out a shaky breath and looked at you, eyebrows furrowing together as he took in your features. You were sure you could see the fight in his eyes, he wanted to help you. To touch you.

It was frustrating that he wasn't giving in. That he wasn't falling to his desires.

"I won't tell Steve, I promise." You whispered and pressed a kiss to his collar, inhaling his scent and shuddering when it filled your senses. He wasn't pushing you away, but he also wasn't giving in to touching you back. "It can be our little secret. I know you'll make me feel really good, he won't be able to help me like you can."

Her other hand trailed down his chest and stopped at his belt, Bucky was too busy telling her everything he had already been saying. Telling you how you love Steve and Steve loves you. It would break Steve's heart if he found out about this talk from you if he knew what you were saying to Buck. You didn't care, not right now anyway. You had always found Bucky attractive and before getting with Steve you had entertained the thought of Bucky, but he was just getting back his life. A relationship seemed too much for him, well that's what you thought.

You didn't settle for Steve, that was never the case. You love Steve, you know that. But, right now, here with Bucky, you knew that he'd be able to help you with this- more than Steve could. Steve was a peaceful lover, an attentive one. You needed this illness fucked out of you- at least, that's what your hazy brain was telling you.

Your hand slipped under his belt, a wide grin taking over your face at Bucky's shock, words choking out as you wrapped a hand around his dick. A sense of pride coming over you as he began to get hard in your hand, a few quick jerks as started to undo his pants with your free hand. Bucky was stunned into silence and compliance, unable to stop you just from the fact he hadn't been touched like this in a while.

He came to his senses when you noticed you get to your knees, his pants undone and pulled down his muscular thighs. Bucky slapped your hands away and tries to pull his pants back up, but you were putting up quite the fight. You roughly pushed him back, he ended up falling to the ground due to his pants restricting his movements. In the moments he fell down and was trying to figure out what happened, you had pulled down his boxers and gulped dryly at his semi-hard length.

"You're so big," You mumbled before wrapping your lips around the tip, a loud groan echoed through the room from Bucky.

You could feel him growing inside of your mouth as you tried to take more of him down, slobbering up his dick and licking around the shaft. Pulling off to run your tongue around the veins and down to his balls, gently suckling them into your mouth as you jerked his length till it was fully standing erect. You smirked to yourself at all of the noises Bucky was making, a hand being placed on your hair- which normally you hated Steve's hand in your hair, but you'd allow Bucky this time.

"Fuck my throat," spit was around your mouth and down your chin, "fuck my throat with your big cock."

Bucky's eyes were wide and lust-filled, there was still a hesitancy from him. A dilemma going on in that head of his, so you wrapped your lips around his cock again and started to slowly take him down. He was bigger than Steve, so much bigger, but that only spurred you on. You wanted him to roughly fuck your throat, you wanted to feel him at the back of your throat even after this.

You felt both his hands on your head... he started to push your head further down, the tip hit the back of your throat and you still hadn't taken all of him. He started to ease past your limitations, your eyes filled with tears as he stuffed your mouth impossibly full. Your lips stretched wide around his girth, he could feel your throat constrict around him and the slight gag you couldn't help because of how far he was down your throat.

"Fuck, so good." Bucky groaned lowly, eyes completely black and bottom lip trapped between his teeth. You knew your panties were soaking, a slickness collecting on your thighs as you rubbed them together, the flimsy material of your underwear was sticking to you and making you rub yourself just to alleviate the friction. "I'll deal with your pussy in second, right now I'm going to fill this hole up."

It was like Bucky snapped, the trepidation he was feeling before was long gone. It was now replaced with this new Bucky, and you loved him.

He wasn't merciful when he started to thrust in and out of your mouth, his balls were slapping against your chin harshly. The grip in your hair was harsh as he pushed and pulled your head to meet his hard thrusts, your eyes rolled into the back of your skull as he basically skull fucked you. Loud gagging sounds, your throat squeezing his cock as you fought for air, he only eased up when you looked like you were going to pass out. It was seconded worth of air before he repeated his onslaught, spit and cum was dribbling down your chin and onto your chest and sportsbra. Bucky kept his eyes on you, it made you shiver how he was looking at you.

Bucky didn't warn you when he was about to cum, instead, he held your head down, almost shoving his entire cock down your throat as loads of his cum spurted out and shot straight down your throat into your tummy. You hardly tasted his cum because of how far he was down your throat. He groaned as he came, swallowing thrusting his hips into your mouth as he milked his orgasm. He pulled you off his cock, it was still hard, thankfully.

He helped pull you to your feet then undressed you, roughly pulling the sports bra off your chest and yanking your pants down your legs. He ripped your panties to shreds and let the tattered pieces fall to the floor, his hungry gaze took in your shaking, naked form. Your thighs were glistening from your arousal and it was still leaking from your pussy, hardly any attention to it made you needy and wishing to be stuffed full.

"Turn around." The authority in his voice made you shiver.

You turned around and felt Bucky place a hand on your shoulder, bending you over the desk where you found the vial. The pieces of paper clinging to your sweaty skin and making you keen into his touch more. He kicked your feet further apart, a hand tickling the insides of your thighs and collecting your sweet juices. Expecting to feel fingers prodding around your entrance, instead, you felt a firm tongue lick from clit to fluttering hole, it dipping inside and collecting the juices wanting to leak out of you.

Your mouth fell open into a silent scream, his tongue was exploring so far into your pussy, his hands gripped your cheeks apart so he could push further inside of you. Tongue fucking you so roughly and expertly, your eyes almost went crossed out from the feeling. You didn't know you could be tongue fucked this good, but Bucky just lived to prove you wrong. The slurping sounds and moans from the man behind you, he lifted and bent your knee to rest on the table; opening you up further for his trained tongue.

"You're gonna have to let me have a taste of this everyday from now on, baby." Bucky groaned against your pussy, mouth closing around your clit as he sucked harshly, your mouths drowning out his own. "Taste so good," the tip of his tongue running figure eights on your engorged clit.

Bucky must've stayed between your legs for minutes, but it felt like hours. He pulled two back-to-back orgasms from you, only using his tongue. When he was done eating your pussy, he stood up and draped himself over your back, an arm wrapping around your neck as he breathed heavily into your ear. You could feel his cock nudge up against your pussy, sliding and coating himself in your juices.

"You ready for me?" You whined your response, trying to push yourself back against him but his arm tightened around your throat- not restricting your airflow. "Think your little pussy can take my dick, dolly?" You nodded in a rush, needing it inside of you otherwise you was going to die. "I've got you," The tip nudges against your entrance and began to push inside, the stretch was painful but welcoming. "Daddy's got you."

Your pussy fluttered around his length, the more he pushed his thick length in the more you moaned. He wasn't even half-way in when you started to babble about how he was too big for you, how he wouldn't fit inside of you. That only made Bucky want to prove you wrong, want to prove that you were made to take him. He started to thrust shallowly, rocking his length in and out of you, impaling you on him more whenever he pushed forward.

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you, he stopped and remained inside of your tight, heat for a moment. Relishing in the way you were split open around his cock, your walls were spasming around him and he was having a hard time not cumming on the spot. You felt so tight, so warm and wet around him, suddenly envious that Steve got to have you all the time. But he was planning on ruining you, to make sure the next time you fucked Steve it wouldn't feel as good.

He was going to fuck you so hard, so deep that you'd be wishing Steve was this big.

"Hang on, baby." That was the only warning you got.

Bucky started to pummel inside of you, his thrusts were hard and fast, his cock was kissing your cervix. You really could only just lay there and take it, your mouth open as moans were ripped from you, eyes rolling back as he kept impaling his girth inside of you. He was hitting spots so deep you knew you'd be feeling him for days afterwards, you'd be walking with limp and sore, it was worth it.

The way he was fucking you, it was as if he had something to prove.

The sound of skin slapping skin, his grunts and groans right beside your ear. His arm around your neck, clenching and cutting your airflow off at times, had you cumming within seconds and he still didn't let up. He didn't stop and fucked you through your third orgasm.

Your mind was starting to come down from the pollen, the pain and fever you were feeling had gone. Replaced now with pleasure and pain, a mix you didn't think you were into but now couldn't get enough of. All you could think and feel was Bucky Barnes. This was no longer the effects of the pollen anymore, this was pure you and riding on the afterglow of Bucky fucking you like you needed.

"Harder." You mumbled through heavy pants, tilting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

A smirk crossed his features, metal arm holding your hip in a bruising grip. Complying with your order and snapping his hips hard into your heat, grinding his hips against yours before pulling back out and repeating. It causes your back to arch, pressing your pussy back against his thrusts with little mewls leaving your lips.

"Kiss me." You plead breathlessly.

Bucky doesn't falter with that demand either. Draping himself over your body again and pressing his plump lips against yours, the kiss is far more gentle than his thrusts, but it still has you moaning against him. He was kissing you like you was fragile, yet fucking you like you were some kind of sex toy that he was using just to jerk off into. It was making your head spin and your pussy needy for more.

"You gonna come again?" Bucky chuckled against your ear, you nodded sharply and cried in pleasure when he bit your shoulder, cumming on the spot when his teeth dug into your flesh. "Mm'good girl." He mumbled as he licked at the tender spot, you could feel his hips stuttering their pace.

"Cum in me." You grinned and he cursed lowly, eyes squeezing shut. "Want you to fill me up, daddy. Fuckin' fuck a baby into me, fill me up."

The arm around your neck was pulled away, hand splaying across your back as he started to thrust into you in tight, fast and hard thrusts. Using your body to seek his own pleasure now, you were biting your lip at the thought of him filling you up. Not even caring if he actually did knock you up, you needed his cum inside of you.

Bucky found his end after a few careful thrusts, warm ropes of his seed filling you up and then some, he filled you up so much that it started to seep out around his cock. He groaned at the mess he made inside of you, he carefully pulled out of your abused cunt to see your hole clenching, trying to keep his creamy load inside of yourself. He had to look away because if he kept staring he'd get hard again, he didn't think you could take another round or load.

You remained bent over the desk and trying to catch your breath, his human hand was rubbing comforting circles on your back. Before you or Bucky could say something a buzzing sound captured both of your attention, it was coming from Bucky's pant pocket. He left you to retrieve his phone, eyes scanning over the device for a moment before he looked at you.

"Steve is waiting at the extraction point for us," You nodded mutely and you both got dressed in mutual silence.

He helped you to look presentable, ignoring the fingerprint bruise on your hip and the obvious bite mark on your shoulder. You were unsure how to explain any of that to Steve, you were also unsure how to explain what happened to Bucky. Obviously, you had still had those feelings for him, right? Otherwise, you would have been able to wait for Steve, it was like all sense of self-control had left you and only Bucky remained in your mind.

As you both left the base in awkward silence, treking the five miles towards the extraction zone, you wondered if you would have craved for Bucky if you was with Steve. If after all this time it was Bucky and not Steve you wanted.

All you knew was that Bucky had ruined you. You could still feel the impression of him inside of you, the way he had so deliciously stretched you open and impaled you on him. The way he had roughly fucked your throat like it was nothing but a hole to get off into. He had fucked you, in more ways than one.

(Please, let me know what you think! I’m also taking requests too! Honestly, kinda wanna write a part 2 where Reader tries to have sex with Steve but fakes her orgasm just to go to Bucky... I’m a bad person, I just think Bucky would be better than Steve tbh lol~ Lilith)

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poguesholland · 3 years

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No pressure but if you have time do you think you could ever write something about waking up really early one day with gray? Like you’re chilly and snuggle into him and wake up slow and just lovey and go for a walk around the neighborhood with sledge and some coffee. Idk domestic boyfriend Grayson is just so cute to me 🥺🥰

Gets a bit steamy at one point but I hope you like it!

Your eyes flutter open to be faced with a window, covered in snow. Currently, you were in New Jersey with your boyfriend, Grayson, as he visited his family. You loved coming to New Jersey, it was just so different from where you lived. It was peaceful. And you loved visiting Lisa, Graysons Mom.

Graysons arm was draped over your waist, looser than how it was last night yet still making sure you stayed close to him. His face rested against your shoulder, feeling the small breaths he takes against your skin. You shuffle a bit in place to have a better look outside the window and admire the December weather.

You feel Grayson shift a bit behind you before the arm around your waist tightens it’s grip, pulling you closer to him. A smile finds its way to your face as Grayson hides his face in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses all over. You giggle at the ticklish sensation before turning around to face your handsome boy.

You move your leg to be across Graysons waist and lay down on top of him, sort of straddling him. His hands go to your waist, sliding up the fabric of his shirt which you wore to sleep, to rest against your bare stomach giving you goosebumps. A hand of yours goes to cup Graysons face as he sleepily looks at you with admiration.

“G’Morning baby” Grayson yawns leaning into your palm, closing his eyes to savor this feeling. Smiling softly at his sleepy state, you lean in to leave a deep kiss on his lips. “Good morning, my love” You whisper against his lips, making Grayson smile and lean in to kiss you once more. Your hand tangles in his soft curls as your head rests on his chest, looking up at him.

“It’s snowing” You say, raising your eyebrows as Grayson grins widely. His hands trace random shapes onto your bare skin, the feeling making you relaxed. “Maybe we could take a walk?” He suggests and you hum a quiet ‘okay’. Both of you peacefully take in this lovely moment, a moment where you and no responsibilities or worries. Just here with one another.

That didn’t last long as you heard scratching against the bottom of the bed, looking down to see none other than Sledge, Grayson and Ethan’s dog. But from how much he adores you and Kristina, anyone would think he’s your dog. You quickly sit up to straddle Grayson, reaching down to carry Sledge up onto the bed.

“Gooodd Morning, my perfect boyy, I missed you so much. Yes I did, yes I did!” You exclaim excitedly, as you kiss Sledge all over his face. He gets excited, licking you to give you a kiss. Grayson could not bring himself to understand how you could kiss the dog directly on the lips, he could barely let the furry animal lick him.

Sledge leans up to lick Graysons face, tail wagging with excitement as Grayson smiled widely. “Good morning to you too, was hoping to have a little alone time with my girlfriend but I can share if you want” He talks to the dog, making you giggle.

Sledge lays his head on Graysons thigh, closing his eyes in content as you pet him. “Look at how cute he is! Oh my god, I just wanna eat him up!” You ramble to Grayson at the sight of the dog, making him laugh. Little did you know he was looking at you with the same look of admiration you were giving Sledge, his heart warming at the sight of you bonding with his dog.

“Can Sledge come with us on our walk? Please, I promise I won’t let go of his leash and he won’t get lost again! I even got him that adorable winter outfit with an ice cap and everything, Gray please-” You whine and Grayson laughs, leaving a kiss on your head. “Of course baby, we just need to get dressed”.

You got up and took out your warmest pair of sweatpants and one of Graysons hoodies, taking out a scarf and ice cap for you and Grayson. You weren’t wearing anything under Graysons shirt which you had slept with, so once you took it off, Grayson whistled making you blush. “Stop, Gray!” You whine making him chuckle.

He gets up from the bed to stand behind you as you looked through your closet for gloves, arms wrapping around your bare waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, leaving slow kisses from your jaw to your shoulder, his scruff tickling you. “On second thought, maybe we could stay in instead?” Grayson mumbles. You let out a sigh of content as you leaned back into Graysons bare chest, indulging in the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

Graysons hands trail up to your breasts, as he cups them lightly making your breath hitch in your throat. “Gray” You whimpered as you turned your head to face him, leaning in to connect your lips. You hum into the kiss as his fingers brush over your hardening buds, making your head spin.

Suddenly, Sledge barks loudly from the bed, interrupting the two of you. “Do you have to be such a cockblock all the time Sledge?” Grayson groans into the kiss, earning a giggle from you. You run your hands through his hair and pull away from him, “C’mon, get dressed so we can go”.

And both of you get dressed ten minutes later, now having finished dressing Sledge up. You went downstairs to pour some cereal into two bowls for Grayson and you, filling up two glasses of water as well.

Grayson and you quickly finish the breakfast and put on your shoes, along with your winter coats. You put Sledge’s leash on, with some difficulty due to his excitement. As you walk out, Grayson shuts the door behind you. He lightly jogs to reach you, his hand wrapping around your waist to keep you close to him.

He leans down to kiss your cheek, “Coffee?”, knowing you already want coffee. “Coffee”. You head to a small coffee stand and order, Grayson pays for your drinks which you thank him for. You wait for your drink as Sledge tries to run around to escape the leash he had on. “You love walks that much, huh buddy?” Grayson chuckles as he leans down to pet the dog. A smile finds its way onto your face before you take the coffee, thanking the barista and handing Grayson his coffee.

Snuggling up to Grayson, you walk around the snowed out streets of Jersey. “God, I forget how much I miss living in Jersey” Grayson let’s out, eyes scanning the fairytale like scene in front of the both of you. “One day, maybe you will” You hum and he squeezes your waist. “We will” He corrects you as you blush, resting your head on his shoulder.

“That’s very confident of you to say about the future” You joke and he shrugs. “You are my future” Grayson replies softly as you both stop walking. “You think about stuff like that?” You almost whisper, feeling your heart warming by the second. “Yeah, ‘Course I do” Grayson mumbles, his hands resting on your hips to bring you closer to him.

He notices your blush, smiling lightly. “When we get married, we’ll move to Jersey. We’ll get three dogs, that I’ll hopefully not be allergic to, we’ll have kids — have a huge family, if y’want to it’s your body of course — take walks every day and grow old together with Sledge” Grayson continues, and you look at him in awe. “I really won the jackpot with you, didn’t I?” You laugh lightly, a hand of yours going to Graysons neck to lightly pull him towards you and kiss him softly.

He leans his head down, deepening your kiss. “I love you so much” Grayson mumbles into the kiss and you connect your lips once more. “I love you so much more” You let out, your eyes staring into his captivating hazel orbs. He smiles lightly, before turning his attention back to Sledge who had began to get a bit bored.

Sledge begins to get a bit tired, which you take notice of, so you pick him up and try to cheer him up. “Look, Sledge! Everything’s so pretty here!” You point out to him, not even noticing that you were using your baby voice. Grayson takes his phone out to take a picture of you as you were totally unaware, setting it as his lock screen.

He really had everything he needed at this very moment. And he hoped that in the future, he could still be able to say the exact same sentence with you by his side, always.

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rafescoke · 3 years

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Brother’s Best Friend ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: heyy I’ve recently found your account and I just felt in love with the way you write and with your works so I was wondering if you could write a fic where the reader is Kelce’s sister, she’s sitting alone at home and suddenly she hears a doorbell ringing, she comes to open the door and that’s Rafe and she says something like “Kelce’s not home” or smth like that and Rafe answers “I actually came to see you” or smth like that. It can be smut or fluff or whatever I don’t really care. Sorry if this is chaotic but I just want the reader to be black and I have bad ideas lmao 😭 sending love ❤️❤️

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Fooling around with your best friend's sister is not a good sign, especially when it involves something more than skinny dipping and drinking alcohol together.

Warnings: Slight smut, mentions of drinking, slight angst, teasing Rafe Cameron

A/N: I'm so close to 700 followers wtf y'all are truly amazing ily! I'm finishing all requests in my inbox for the new few days; thank you to those who put their trust in me to write their ideas <33

(Y/N) could never deny the attraction she felt towards a certain brunette boy with that charming smile.

The feeling evolved for the first time when he came over to her house to see Kelce. He was so polite to her; giving her a turn on passing the ball and scolding Kelce and Topper for not wanting to give her a chance at playing basketball in the swimming pool.

But she was only 8 back then, and she regarded the feeling as nothing more than a silly crush.

Rafe Cameron changed when he entered high school. (Y/N) couldn't explain what was wrong, but he was not her Rafe anymore. He didn't hold the door for her, scold Kelce for making fun of her or do anything that used to make her heart soar.

Her thoughts were disrupted when a fresh blue towel hit her squarely on the face, causing her to yelp in shock.

"Do you wanna come down to the lake with us?"

(Y/N) rolled her eyes, pulling the towel to her side, and closed her magazine with a snap. Her eyes fell back to the three guys, lingering on the tallest one a little bit too long.

She cleared her throat, "No, I'm tired."

Kelce shrugged, walking towards the entrance of their home from the swimming pool. He didn't feel like having (Y/N) around anyways, because that would mean he would have to protect her from his friends.

Kelce loved his friends, of course, but he also knew the other side of them that uses girls like Kleenex tissue only to throw them away again.

"On a second thought-" (Y/N) said, stopping the three boys from entering the big house. "I think I'll go."

"You sure?" Kelce asked. God. Now he would have to play the big-brother stimulator for the whole night.

The night sky was dark, and the only light came from the moonlight up above and sometimes from the flashlight of each other's phone. Boozes laid messily on the wooden deck and their clothes were discarded all over the place.

Not one person was sober, and they were all laughing to a joke by Topper.

"Okay, okay, last one-" Topper said excitedly. He shivered, and (Y/N) thought about it as a response towards the cold lake water or the excited nerves of sharing another stupid joke. "Why did the chicken cross the road?"

"Easy. To get to the other side," Rafe answered proudly. A beer drop slid down from his lips to his chin, and (Y/N) felt a strong desire to lick it.

"Wrong."

"Okay, fine, I don't know."

Topper smiled widely, and (Y/N) could see this joke coming from a few miles away. "To get to the loser's house. Knock knock."

Rafe pulled a face, his eyebrows raised. "Who's there?"

"The chicken."

Kelce and Topper's laugh filled the silence around them, and (Y/N) found herself slightly smiling at the joke. Rafe groaned, finally understanding the joke and being angry at himself for willingly taking the bait.

"Okay, okay. The joke's over."

Kelce laughed again before taking a full swig of another beer bottle. He stared at the sky, and let out a loud huff.

"Wish we can go up there."

"Me too, man," Topper agreed. He joined Kelce by staring up at the dark sky, both clearly high out of their minds.

"Do you want to?"

(Y/N) looked to her side, not noticing Rafe who had moved from his previous position near Topper to beside her. She quirked her head to one side, her face questioning.

"Go up to the sky," he explained. He watched as she looked up to the sky, her mouth slightly parting. Her chest heaved peacefully, and her wet body donning the lilac bikini never looked so beautiful and perfect.

"Nah. I'm too scared."

"Even when I'll go with you?" he smiled. (Y/N) rolled her eyes, though her heart was soaring brightly; she would never feel scared anymore if he were to be around her all the time.

"Yeah. Even when you’ll go with me. Besides, it's not possible."

"Let people enjoy things," he said, and he was so close to her now because she could smell the coffee mint from his breath. Her heart was beating wildly, though this would be the ten-thousandth time he did this to her.

It never failed to leave her completely breathless.

"You're drooling," he whispered, and used his thumb to wipe her wet lips from the beer. Her breath hitched, and she couldn't utter any words back. She was too mesmerised with the whole situation.

His fingers stopped at her chin, looking into her eyes, and he was petrified too. He leaned in, but before anything could happen, (Y/N) moved away. He cleared his throat, and swam back to the deck.

‘I’m drunk’ was repeated by him all the way to the the place he threw his clothes off, shaking his head at the thought that he was so close to kissing her. He looked back to her direction in the lake, still staring at him. He focused back on the ties of his shorts, and made his way back to the Kelce’s house.

He ignored his best friends calls.

. . .

(Y/N) never really liked school, but she loved the after-activity that she got herself in.

Like cheerleading.

She used to think of the sport as something quirky, but in truth, once she was accepted into the school’s cheerleading team, she had never been more into a sport than before.

She walked down the field to the other side of the track where the other girls were waiting for her. Her training skirt flew slightly from the wind, and she was trying to hold them down all while carrying the water bottle and a duffle bag.

She exchanged a few greetings with her other friends, putting down her duffle bag and her water bottle. The sun was scorching hot, and all she felt like was eating ice cream inside of their boat whilst streaming down the lake, but the last time she had ditched cheer practice, it hadn’t ended well.

“Uh-oh,” someone exclaimed behind her. “Big bro is coming.”

(Y/N) looked up to the field, and sure enough Kelce was running towards her in his jersey. (Y/N) sighed, not knowing what she did now that could earn her a lecture from Kelce.

“Hey, I’m bringing a girl home after practice,” he said. “Would you mind getting a ride with someone else?”

She groaned, “Fuck, Kelce, no. You can tell your new scandal to fuck off because I am not getting an Uber to walk back to home.”

“Look, please? You can ask your friends to give you a ride, right? It’s important,” he begged. His eyes were scanning her friends now, obviously trying to find someone who could help his sister, and when he found one, his smile quirked upwards. “Yo, Sarah! Can you drive (Y/N) home after practice?”

Sarah walked towards them, her blonde hair up in a ponytail. She slung her arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, noting the exasperated expression on her face, and gave Kelce a glare.

“You should let her drive a car if you’re going to bring a girl home after school,” she said. Kelce groaned, knowing the amount of shit he will be getting from the people around him, but he was truly trying to make it right for this new girl.

“Look, I’ll buy y’all anything for a week. Food? Sure. Clothes? Sure.”

Sarah clapped her hands, seemingly excited, and forced (Y/N) to say yes. She wouldn’t mind driving (Y/N) home, because she wanted to catch up with her about some gossip too.

“Fine. But I’m driving my own car tomorrow.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” was all he said before he jogged down to the soccer team.

That evening was hell to (Y/N). She couldn’t get the formation right, the sun was getting hotter and hotter, her hair was sticking out weirdly, and worst of all, she couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday’s event.

He was so, so close to her.

“(Y/N), come on! What’s gotten into you? The top part, again!” The coach yelled, slapping her hands against her lap. There were sweat forming on her forehead, and she was obviously hot and bothered from this whole situation.

But sport was sport. The coach wasn’t going to let today’s training to waste, and she intended for the new number to work.

(Y/N) muttered a soft ‘sorry’ before going back to her position, her heart still thumping at the thought. The cheer started, and her mouth was saying the words, but her brain was somewhere else.

The two guys by her side picked her up by her calf, and she felt the wind gushing out from beside her ears. She was high up in the sky now, throwing one arm upwards and balancing herself on one leg, and it was finally time now, to twirl into the two boys’ arms, but she wasn’t ready. Her mouth didn’t utter any words from the cheer, too focused on the step, and before she could jump back into their arms, she felt herself slipping.

“(Y/N)!” The coach yelled, running towards her by the track. Sarah and the other teammates were surrounding her now, watching as she groaned on the ground painfully, holding onto her arms.

“Okay, I take that as the end of today’s training,” the coach said, sighing. “(Y/N), are you okay? Can you walk?”

(Y/N) held her thumbs up, because she had worse injury than this before. Hell, the boxing fight she used to have with Kelce in their childhood was more painful. She sat up from the track, feeling the heat of the ground burning on her bottoms, and stretched her fingers. The pain coursed through her veins at the feeling, but kinda liked it.

“Come on, let’s get you home,” Sarah said, helping her up. She groaned when she finally stood on her two feet, feeling so painful all she wanted to do was lay back on the track, but she knew she had to go home.

She allowed Sarah helping her limp towards a black Mercedes, her eyes closed the whole time.

Okay, scratch the fight with Kelce. This one was more painful than ever.

“Can I stay at your house?” She blurted when Sarah drove out of the school gate. “I don’t feel like listening to my mom’s lecture about my leg.”

Sarah glanced at her from the rearview mirror, watching as she spread her leg out the whole backseat. The ice bag someone had gotten her was pressed against her calf, and she was sweating from the heat and trying to contain the pain.

“Yes, of course, that would be better,” Sarah said. She had other plans that evening, but helping (Y/N) overstepped all of them.

“So what’s up with you and John B?”

Sarah turned to look at her fully on her face, furrowing her eyebrows. “What do you know about John B?”

(Y/N) laughed, “The light’s green.” Just on cue, the car behind them horned at Sarah, and she quickly pushed on the pedal.

“How do you know about John B?” Sarah asked, biting her lips. If (Y/N) could find out, she couldn’t imagine what would Rafe do if he finds out.

“God, don’t be worried. I’m not going to tell anyone about this, okay? Just relax. I think it’s cute.”

Sarah’s worried expression softened, “You think so?”

“Yeah. At least you got to be with whoever you want. Some people can’t have that.”

Like her. Kelce would kill her and dump her body in the ocean for the sharks if he ever finds out how much she likes Rafe.

“You’ll find the one soon. How about that guy in your maths class?” The car turned to the right, nearing the destination.

“No. I’m not looking for anyone.”

There’s only one, but Sarah won’t like the answer.

The time was 8.23p.m. now, and (Y/N) had been in Sarah’s room for a total of 3 hours. After catching up on new gossips, watched a movie, did her English essay, she felt extremely dehydrated.

Sarah was sleeping peacefully beside her, being so tired after the practice and school, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like waking her up. She have been to The Camerons household, but that was only for Sarah’s birthday party a few years back.

She sighed, getting up from the bed to find the kitchen. The house was like a maze, and she wished they had some kind of a map to browse through.

Alas, she found the kitchen, her muscles screaming from all the wrong turns she took before. She knew where the plastic cups and plates were situated, having to help Sarah get them during her birthday party, so she didn’t have any trouble getting some.

She drank the cold water quickly, feeling the liquid sloshing down her throat. The feeling was so, so good that she wished she could go through it again.

“I do not know where your sister is, Kelce,” a voice sighed not far from the kitchen. “I told you you shouldn’t bring that girl home and just drive (Y/N) home yourself.”

The voice, unmistakably Rafe, was getting nearer and nearer. (Y/N)’s eyes widened, trying to find an empty space to hide in, but there were none. She panicked, still looking for a way out that she didn’t notice the tall figure behind her.

“Oh. Found you.”

His hair was dishevelled and wet, his chest heaving and he was shirtless.

What a nice way to bump onto each other.

“Take a picture,” he started, shutting his phone off and placing them in his shorts. “It’ll last longer that way.”

Now we’re talking about the new Rafe.

(Y/N) scoffed, pushing him away and making a disgusted face at his sweat sticking on her arms. “I’m here for Sarah.”

“Why? Did she die or something?”

God. He really is insufferable.

She made to push him away to return to Sarah’s room, only for him to grab her by her waist.

“Move.” Her tone was stern, but her stomach was flipping wildly. She tried to not look so bothered, but failed miserably.

Rafe seemed to notice her behaviour because he didn’t let go of her. “Come on, where’s the fun in that?”

She was on the same level as his neck now, and he could still smell his expensive cologne even after he swam in the swimming pool. She sighed, placing her hands against his chest.

“Move.”

Rafe laughed, putting his hands up in defeat, and went to grab the same glass she was drinking from. He refilled the glass and downed the content, and (Y/N) had to look away from the innocent move.

Maybe he was just saving water by not using a different cup.

“Do you need help to return to Sarah’s room or something?”

“No, I’m fine,” she refused, and made sure he could see her fake annoyed expression before she returned to the hall she came from. But there were 2 halls now, and she completely forgot which one she had been before.

“Really?” Rafe stood beside her, and she looked up to his amused face. “Because you’re in the wrong hall. It’s the other exit of the kitchen, darling.”

. . .

Why couldn’t she not see his face every single day?

It was truly troubling her, to see that boy everyday, because she couldn’t think properly every time.

The lights from the stadium blared widely, and the deafening screaming coming from both teams’ supporters rang throughout the whole field. (Y/N) was sure the whole island could hear them too.

Two things happened earlier than evening. Number one, her skirt wasn’t completely dried after being sent off to the laundry for a week, and her hair wasn’t just cooperating.

So here she was; in a shorter uniform skirt, her hair hung up into a ponytail with lots of hairspray. She wished for nothing but to be all cuddled up with her blanket in her room.

“You’re okay?” Sarah asked. She fixed (Y/N)’s lips gently, getting the lipstick and lipliner even, and gave her a kiss on the cheeks. “Don’t worry about the skirt. It looks normal.”

For a little girl.

(Y/N) sighed and involuntarily pulled down the hem of her skirt. Ten minutes from the game now, and she was nervous she would flash everyone on the school compound.

In the locker room, Rafe was sitting right next to Kelce as his best friend prayed for a win tonight. He was never that religious, and he didn’t feel the need to mutter a prayer to anyone. But tonight, he listened intently to whatever Kelce was saying because he needed to win this cup more than anything in the world.

“You’re okay?” The coach asked, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah. Just nervous.”

“Don’t be, you’re the Star Player. Right?”

The Star Player.

Rafe gave him a smile, and went back to his praying.

When he first entered the field to meet the rival team, his eyes couldn’t help but scanned the bleachers to find his dad. Ward wasn’t there, but Rose and Wheezie were cheering for him.

Of course.

He sighed, and went straight to the middle of the field. It’s funny how everyone was there to support him, Rafe, the Star Player, the jock, the whatever else people were saying about him.

He just wanted Ward to see him.

“Come on, man, it’s fine,” Topper said, patting his back. “He’ll come later.”

Even his friends could see how miserable he was feeling.

The first match of the game went smoothly; he scored a try goal, everyone was cheering loudly, but it was just then that one of the opponents came knocking Rafe by his side.

Rafe fell to the ground with a loud thud, earning so many gasps from the stand.

“What the fuck?!” Topper pushed whoever responsible for his fall, and the sound of a whistle rang throughout the air. “He pushed him for nothing! You saw it, fuck!”

Rafe groaned on the ground, clutching onto his arms, and he tried to spread his fingers, but couldn’t. His other teammates were surrounding him now, trying to get a good look of him, all while Topper and Kelce and another friend of his went off to the referee.

Rafe put his other hand up, trying to sit up. “I’m fine, I’m fine! Move!”

The other members scattered away, sighing in relief when Rafe came back to his legs. The referee, still getting yelled at by Topper, shook his head at something he said, and before anyone could process what happened, Topper tackled the opponent who had pushed Rafe down to the ground.

Kelce pulled Topper away after a few long seconds, telling him to stop. But one thing about Topper is that he just won’t stop.

“Stupid fuck!” He yelled, throwing another punch.

“Topper, stop, they’re going to throw you off the field!” Kelce yelled. Finally, he separated them away after the opponent’s friend pulled his injured friend away.

The referee, expectedly, pulled a red card to Topper, earning a groan coming from their coach and the stand. Rafe cursed, knowing that Topper’s one of their strongest member. He watched as Topper tried to argue with the referee, but it was no use.

“It’s okay,” Kelce said, patting his back as he made his way back to the bench. “Relax, bro, okay?” Topper calmed down after the coach said something to him, but Rafe could clearly see the distress written on his face.

“You’re okay?” Kelce asked, pointing to his arms.

Rafe could move his muscles now though he could feel the sharp pain from doing so. But he was too content on winning this game.

(Y/N) watched as the second match unfold, her teeth biting into her lips in fear. She didn’t feel like having the next week full of gloomy students and disappointed teachers, so she wanted the cup as much as everyone else.

Rafe was fast, throwing the ball smoothly back and forth with Kelce and his other friends, but it was apparent that the Star Player wasn’t feeling like himself.

It might be the arm, or the fact that Ward Cameron was too busy with his work to see his son playing.

37 minutes had passed, and the other team was leading. They only had 3 minutes left, and with the team being so drained out and their captain with a broken arm, it was clear who was winning.

The whistle blared through the field again, noting the end of the match. As the other team supporters cheered happily the other side of the stands muttered silently to each other about the game.

(Y/N) watched as Rafe yelled something at his teammates angrily before storming off to the locker room. He winced in pain, holding his arm for support, and ignored every calls from his friends as he made his way to the empty room.

Looking around quickly, she muttered a ‘be right back’ to Sarah, and quickly followed Rafe into the locker room. She wanted to see if he was okay, and if he needed help with his arm.

In truth, she just wanted to be there for him.

“Hey,” she slowly said, and Rafe’s head perked up to see her before he looked down to the ground again.

“What do you want?”

She felt a struck of pain across her heart at his tone, but decided against it. “Are you okay?”

“Fine. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I was just trying to see if you need anything,” she said, and when his eyes finally looked up to her again, she unconsciously pulled her skirt down again.

“Yeah? I don’t need anything. Go!”

“Wow, you’re a dick,” she scoffed, and before Rafe could mutter anything back, she exited the locker room and straight to the cheer team. She felt a mixture of anger and embarrassment all at once, because God, Rafe Cameron did not just yell at her for trying to be nice.

She should’ve known better than to be ‘nice’ to him. He wasn’t the same 8 year old she met 10 years ago.

. . .

A week had passed from the game, and everything went back to normal.

Except for one person.

Rafe didn’t come to school the next Monday, not that (Y/N) wanted to see him after getting yelled at, but she couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.

He didn’t just broke his arm; his father also chose not to attend his game.

It was finally Friday, and (Y/N) was too happy to stay home and continue watching Love Island. Life is better when you are focused on someone else’s relationship other than yours.

She was rolling in her bed, casually smiling at the cheesy joke made by one of the contestant, and before she could hear the reply towards the joke, the doorbell blared throughout the house.

(Y/N) groaned, thinking how Kelce must’ve forgotten his keys again, and waited a few more minutes so that he would just leave her alone and go to that stupid prick, Rafe Cameron’s house.

But the doorbell rang again, and she had no choice but to open the door. She was all alone in the big house, having both her parents still working and her maids having the day off.

But when she opened the door, the boy standing before her was the last person she wanted to see.

“Hi,” Rafe said.

“Kelce’s not here,” she mumbled, and pushed the door close. Rafe’s quickly put his hands to block the door from closing, and (Y/N) pulled away after deciding not to crush his other only working hands.

“What?” She asked, in the same tone that he had given her in the locker room. She felt good when his eyebrows were raised.

“I’m here for you.”

“Why? Did I die or something?” Bingo.

“God, you’re impossible,” Rafe sighed. “Can I talk to you? Just us two?”

(Y/N) sighed, wanting to get this done, and opened the door wider to grant him into her home. (Y/N) closed the door and pressed her back against it, crossing her arms.

“Okay. Talk.”

“Look, I’m sorry, okay?” He said. “I was just so angry with everything. I was pushed and Topper received a red card because of me—”

“You didn’t do anything, Rafe.”

“Yeah, but he was just trying to protect me. And, and I was just so mad at myself because I couldn’t play properly like I usually play. I’m so sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it.”

(Y/N) sighed, “It’s okay. I’m over it.”

“Really?” He stepped closer, and this time, (Y/N) allowed him. “Thank you so much!”

He pulled her into a crushing hug, and before she could put her mind into it, he lifted her up and spin her around.

“Okay, okay, now you’re just pushing it,” she groaned, hitting him on his chest. “Put me down, Rafe, I swear to god.”

Rafe put her down, his face shining happily. They were close again, like that time in the lake, and (Y/N) didn’t feel like pushing him away again.

Because maybe, that 8 year old him was somewhere in there.

“Uh—” he looked away, scratching the back of his head. “Do you wanna. . . watch Netflix?”

(Y/N) cleared her throat, “I was watching Love Island. Wanna watch with me?”

Rafe nodded, anything to get closer with this girl, and followed her upstairs to her room. The first time he entered her room was 9 years ago, and it was only because Topper and Kelce had pranked him into thinking that her room was the gaming room.

“What are you doing?” The girl before him yelled, and before he could explain how he was lied to, she threw a pink hairbrush at him. He groaned from the pain, rubbing his head.

“I’m sorry, I thought this was the gaming room!”

“Out!” She yelled, and he quickly obliged.

Her room was still pink, but it was now filled with so many books, clothes and makeups instead of the dollhouse and toys he saw a few years ago.

“Is this the pink hairbrush you threw at me?” He laughed, holding the pink tool. (Y/N) snatched the hairbrush, embarrassed, and quickly stuffed them into the drawers.

He placed himself beside her on her bed, watching her as she resumed the video. He focused on the show, trying to find at least something interesting from the show, but there was nothing.

2 episodes later, he was too into the show that he pressed on the stop button before they could continue on the next episode.

“I wish they would just communicate,” he said. “Like the whole show’s pointless. They didn’t try to talk to each other about their problems.”

“Yeah, that’s what makes the show interesting, Rafe,” she said as if that was a fact, “And besides, if they communicate, everyone will win the show.”

“Then that’s just good. A win-win situation.”

“You don’t get it,” she groaned, looking into his face. “There’s no use in fighting with you about this.”

She pressed on the resume button again, and instantly, Rafe pressed on the stop button.

“Rafe, I will—”

“You still haven’t apologised for throwing the hairbrush at me.”

She widened her eyes, “That was 9 years ago.”

“And?”

“Fine,” she placed her laptop aside, and turned to fully look him in the face. “Sorry.”

“Not sincere enough.”

She groaned, “Rafe, I am terribly sorry for throwing my pink hairbrush at you. I am so sorry that it hit your face and be the reason why you’re still holding vengeance at someone.”

“I’m not talking about that kind of sorry.”

“Fuck, you’re annoying,” she said. “I’m not going to bow down to you or anything.”

“Just a kiss.”

She looked at him back, her heart stopping at his words. “No.”

“Why?”

“Why? Because you’re Rafe?”

“Rafe? Okay, fine. I’m not Rafe. I’m Rafael.”

“Okay, it’s still a no. You’re Kelce’s best friend.”

“Didn’t you kiss Topper last year?”

“That was a dare—” she sighed. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

“Exactly. This won’t mean anything. This is just a sorry.”

It would mean everything to her to place her lips against his.

“This is sexual harassment.”

“Not if you want it too,” he said, and leaned closer to her. “And you do want it, right? I can see it in your eyes.”

She didn’t know why God would put her and Rafe in this damn position over and over again, because it wasn’t helping her to get over him.

She looked down to his lips, and how it was so inviting, and she wanted more than anything to kiss him, to finally give herself to him, but she was afraid.

“Rafe—”

“Shut up,” he cut her off, and pressed himself against her. Their kiss was slow and passionate, none like neither (Y/N) or Rafe had experienced before. Her hands found themselves wrapping around Rafe’s neck, pulling him closer.

He pulled away, grinning. “I thought you didn’t want this.”

“Shut up.” She rolled her eyes, and pulled him in for another kiss again.

He pushed her down onto the bed gently, still kissing her, and his hands were roaming down her body. She was so, so perfect and every time he saw her, he would have to look away to stop the unwanted thoughts forming in his head.

During the game last Friday, he had to pinch himself from staring at her legs in that goddamn skirt for too long.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered, and she hummed in response before pushing him over so she could take control. She sat on top of him, grinning widely. She was in heaven; seeing him all worked up under her with his chest heaving.

“You would be surprised at the amount of times I imagined myself on top of you like this,” she said, placing her hands flat on top of his chest.

Rafe grinned back, trying to contain his feelings. “Yeah? Wanna show what else you’ve been imagining?”

She leaned closer, making sure to brush her bottom against him and hearing his soft groans. She placed a soft kiss against his cheek, and whispered into his ear.

“Would rather have you show what you’ve been dreaming of me.”

Rafe licked his lips, loving this side of her, and he wanted more than anything to make her his. She looked so innocent sitting there on top of him, smiling and biting her lips.

Before he could touch her in ways he never did to a girl before, a voice rang from outside the room.

“(Y/N)? Have you seen Rafe? I saw his car outside,” the voice said. After a few seconds of silence, he sighed. “You’re okay? I’m coming in, okay?”

“No, no, wait!” (Y/N) shouted, scrambling from her position on top of Rafe as he quickly pulled her up, but it was too late.

Kelce saw them in the midst of trying to get away, with his sister’s leg on one side of his best friend and his best friend’s hands still around his sister’s waist.

“What. The. Fuck.”

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