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archangeldyke-all · 4 months

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HALLLOOOO

Im obsessed with Sevika’s slutty lil waste and had the idea of a tailor!reader who purposefully makes slutty clothes for Sevika. Sevika would bring her clothes to reader after a fight made them ruined and reader would fix them BUTTTT make them tighter and shorter to see those ABS. Also like the idea of reader making Sevika a suit idk I think she’d look so delicious. ALSO like the idea that reader created the concept of her red cape WHICH is why it’s so special to Sevika.

LOVE YOU ANGELLLL <3333

this is such an amazing concept!

men and minors dni

you've met sevika before in passing. she sometimes accompanies silco to his appointments, brooding in a corner as you pin and measure various suits and vests on the man.

but the first time you actually talk to the woman, is when she comes in without silco, a grimace on her face and a giant sweater pulled over her abdomen.

"hi! you picking up silco's new suit?" you ask her as she approaches the counter. she sighs and bites her lip.

"no, i... i need some help." she says. you tilt your head in curiosity. she takes a deep breath. "there was an accident." she says, slowly pulling her sweater up and off her body.

you gasp as she reveals her torso, only covered by wraps. her left arm is gone, her shoulder bandaged, scars and bandages littering the left side of her body.

your heart sinks.

"shit." you say aloud. sevika laughs and nods.

"yeah." she says sadly. you quickly round the counter and wave sevika in to the side room, so the two of you can talk privately.

she explains to you that silco's doctor is working on a new arm for her, a mechanical arm. she tells you that she'll need to have all her left sleeves removed, that she's seen how 'you work miracles on silco's skinny ass.' and then, darting her eyes away from you, she shyly asks if you could come up with some kind of cover for her new arm.

your heart breaks a bit for her, and before you can help yourself, you dart forward to give the woman in front of you a hug.

she's stiff in your arms, and just as you're about to pull away, she lets out a sad little sigh and wraps her only arm around you.

you hold her until she pulls away. it ends up being a ten minute hug.

you don't mention the tears staining your shirt when she finally pulls away. you don't mention the redness in her eyes. you just smile at her and shake her hand, telling her that you'll get to work on a mock up for a cover, inviting her back over with her shirts for alterations next week.

the next week she comes in with a dufflebag stuffed full of her shirts and jackets.

while you've got her on the platform, wearing her favorite shirt, you can't help but admire how striking her figure is.

"you have a lovely waist." you say, trailing your hands down her sides as you look at her in the mirror. sevika's eyes go wide, a tiny blush blooming on her cheeks.

"th-thanks." she stutters out. you smile.

"you should show it off more." you say. she blushes even harder. you gently tuck the hem of her shirt up one inch, exposing a little patch of her abdomen. "like this." you say, smiling.

sevika blinks at you owlishly. "you think?" she asks. you nod.

"totally." you say. she hums.

"you don't think it's a little much?" she asks. you laugh.

"sevika, if you've got it, you gotta flaunt it!" you say. she smirks, her eyes darting away from yours in the mirror.

"okay. just an inch, right?" she asks. you nod.

it's a lie. that night, as you're carefully removing her left sleeves from her favorite clothes, you pin her shirts' waistlines an inch higher. and then another.

when sevika returns the next week, she smirks at you as you help her try on her favorite shirt.

"that seems like more than an inch." she chastises you. you giggle.

"your belly button's still covered, so it's still professional." you say, shrugging. she laughs.

"that's the rule, huh?" she asks. you laugh and nod.

you're lucky that sevika likes your creative decision. you're lucky that she doesn't seem to notice the way you touch her far more than is necessary for a few pins and measurements. you can't help yourself, though.

just as she's about to leave with all her altered shirts in tow, you stop her.

"wait, sevika!" you call. she turns around with a raised eyebrow. "what's your favorite color?" you ask. she frowns.

"i-- i don't really have one." she says.

you gasp, then grab her hand and drag her back to the work room. she giggles the whole way.

"get on the platform." you demand, taking her duffel bag off her shoulder and throwing it on an empty chair.

you run to your fabrics, pulling scraps of various colors off the shelves. then, approaching sevika, you lay the strips over her shoulders, examining her in the mirror as you study her.

"what're you doing?" she asks, smiling at you. you hum.

"you've got beautiful skin." you say. "a lovely umber." you mumble as you pull a few scraps of pastel fabric off her shoulders. sevika blushes, but you ignore it. "you're definetly a winter." you say. she raises an eyebrow at you.

"what's that mean?" she asks. you smile.

"means you look good in jewel tones. royal blues, emerald greens, you'd look amazing in some rich purple." you say as you wander back to your shelves to pull some more scraps out.

sevika's pupils are dilated, her breathing rapid when you return, draping more colors over her shoulders.

"see that?" you ask from behind her, holding a scrap of royal purple up beside her cheek. "gorgeous." you whisper. "makes your pretty silver eyes sparkle." you say.

sevika's speechless, stuttering and shaking her head.

"purple might be a bit much for everyday wear though, huh?" you ask her. she gulps and nods, and you smile. "we'll save it for your suit." you say.

"my suit!?" she asks. you giggle and nod.

"every gangster needs a nice suit, sev." you say. "silco's gonna be dragging you up top for all kinds of fancy meetings and dinners."

"and how much will this suit cost me?" she asks. you laugh.

"it's on the house. perks of being my favorite customer." you say as you pull the scraps of green and purple off her shoulders. "blue or red?" you ask her, biting your lip and studying her reflection. sevika shrugs.

"i-i dunno." she says. "i'm your favorite customer?" she asks. you blink up at her, smiling at the soft look in her eye.

"yeah." you say.

"oh." she whispers. "well... you're my favorite tailor?" she tries. you burst into laughter, adoring the flustered look that takes over sevika's face.

"i better be." you tease her.

you reach up and gently trace over the light blue scars on her cheeks. "these are gorgeous, y'know." you say. sevika blushes beneath your touch. "i think red's your color." you say. "blue would be nice, but the red will make these pretty scars really pop." you say.

sevika takes a shaky breath, and you pull your hand away. "r-red works." she says. you smile.

"what kind of metal is your arm gonna be? bronze? silver?" you ask. she shrugs.

"gold with copper armor." she says. you grin.

"lovely." you say, smiling.

sevika starts coming by every evening, 'checking up on her cover,' she says, but from the way she just sticks around to keep you company, you figure it's a little more than that.

by the end of the week, sevika and you have shared three dinners, she's shown you the mockups for her new arm, you've shown her how to do a simple stitch, and you've both formed a pretty intense crush on one another.

on friday night, sevika comes in carrying take out, and you grin at her appearance.

"your cover's ready." you say. sevika's eyes widen.

"really?" she asks. you nod. "that was quick." she says. you shrug.

"only the best for my favorite customer." you say, leading her to the workroom.

she stands on the platform, used to the process by now, and you excitedly pull the box off the shelves, a pretty purple bow decorating it. you hand it to her, and sevika raises an eyebrow.

when she opens the box, she gasps.

"holy shit!" she says, pulling her poncho out of the box, throwing the cardboard over her shoulder. you laugh.

it's a cape-like thing, but you've adjusted it so the slit is on her right side, so she'll have full range of motion and functionality with her right arm. the neckline is pouch enough she can pull it up as a hood, and it's been hand embroidered with gold thread, little designs that match the swirls in the gold of her left lapel.

she looks up at you with tears in her eyes, and you gasp.

"is it okay?" you ask, nervously.

sevika scoffs and drops the cape, and your heart drops with it.

but before you can freak out, sevika's reaching forward with her arm, pulling you toward her, and smashing her lips against yours.

"it's beautiful." she whispers against your lips. you sigh, wrapping your arms around her waist and kissing her again.

ten minutes later, when you finally stop kissing, sevika bends down to pick up her poncho, shoving it in your hands. "put it on for me?" she asks. you smile and nod, turning her to face the mirrors as you gently guide her head through the hole, straightening it on her shoulders.

she grins at her reflection. "it's perfect." she says. "thank you." she whispers, tears in her eyes. you melt behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and hooking your chin over her shoulder.

"do you wanna get dinner with me sometime? not here?" you ask. she grins and turns around in your arms.

"fuck yes i do." she says, before kissing you.

a month later, sevika's your girlfriend, her mech arm's been installed, and you've finished her suit.

she comes over to your store after work like she always does, and you grin at her appearance.

"hey." you say, pulling her back into the workroom before she can give you your hello kiss. she laughs as you shove her toward the platform. "strip." you command. she raises an eyebrow at you.

"here?" she asks.

you laugh. "not like that! your suit's ready." you say.

"oh." sevika says, a little disappointed. you flick her forehead and giggle, then help her out of her clothes.

when she's dressed in her suit, a three piece velvet purple, with golden thread and buttons, the waist hemmed just a tad bit high so a bit of her skin shows, you nearly cum in your pants.

"oh, i'm a genius." you say, nodding at your girlfriend all suited up. she laughs. "look." you say, turning her around to face the mirrors.

it's sevika's turn to gawk. she gasps and then grins, turning side to side, running her hands up and down the fabric.

"fuck... i look..."

"so fucking sexy." you finish for her. she blushes, but doesn't deny it.

"i was gonna say handsome." she says. you laugh.

"both are true, but mine is more accurate." you say. she grins, then turns around and pulls you into her arms.

"i'm in love with you." she says. "i know it's fast, and you don't have to say it back, but you're like the best thing that's ever happ--"

you cut her off with a sloppy kiss, fisting the lapels of her new suit jacket moaning against her lips. you pull away with a gasp, reaching up to trace her pretty blue scars, and you smile at her sparkling silver eyes.

"i love you too." you say. sevika grins. "have you ever given modeling any thought?" you ask.

sevika laughs and leans forward to kiss you again.

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luv4georgie · 4 days

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ooh that prompt list is lowkey 🔥🔥

can i get a (squinting like im trying to order fast food) number 14 angst? it can be with any sauce (driver)

my kind of woman.

Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

in which formula one star, Oscar Piastri, and girlfriend, Y/n Y/l/n, get into a fight over something extremely stupid.

warnings: FLASHBACKS IN ITALICS, extremely slightly toxic, shouting, mentions of Gods torture to woman because of what Eve did 🙄🙄, swearing!!!

prompt 14 on angst- “just… lay down with me”

“your my, my, my, kinda woman”

“don’t even bother coming Y/n” was the last words that came out of Oscar’s mouth. he’s called me shortened version of my name during an argument before but never my full name. my face dropped and my stomach sunk to my feet when i heard my boyfriend say my full name. that’s when i instantly thought it was my fault. Oscar was off to the Australian Grand Prix after the ‘fight’ happened. it wasn’t physical or anything just really verbal. i was scared of him. i couldn’t tell if he could tell i was. he really shouted. i don’t know why. i was on my period, which made things 10x worse. as soon as i heard the hotel door slam shut, i burst into sobs.

“Oscarr” i sung, skipping over to my boyfriend. it was day 3 of my period and i was in a pretty good mood because i hadn’t got any cramps today. it was around 7-8am and i wasn’t tired for some reason. “what” my boyfriend, Oscar, responded to me. i flinched slightly, but brushed it off and smiled. i wrapped my arms around his shoulders from behind him. he was sitting on the hotel couch with a coffee sat on the table in-front of him, going cold. i kissed his temple but instead of doing something nice in return, he grabbed my arms and shoved me off of him. i let out a quiet ‘oh’ as i felt a pang in my chest. “oh” he mocked in a weird, lazy tone. i just narrowed my eyes at him. “sorry?” i said, making sure i heard him right. “oh shush Y/n”. he rarely uses my full name on me so it was clearly serious.

“what’s wrong Osc?” i asked. “oh my god” he whispered to himself. i stepped back in disgust at my boyfriends new attitude. he turned his head around to face me “i told you to shush? didn’t you fucking here me?” he said a little but louder this time. “but i was just trying to find out what’s u-” i started. then he got up and really shouted. what had him in such a bad mood this morning? tears pricked my eyes as he shouted all horrible words at me. “O-Osc-” “no Y/n, i don’t want to fucking hear it”. i was really upset. i hadn’t done anything. have i? then i heard him mumble under his breath. ‘stupid bitch’ “Oscar what the fuck?!” i whisper-shouted, due to my tears getting in the way of everything. “you heard me.” he said. then i cried. “jesus christ… here you go with fucking crying” he says, throwing his hands in the air and letting them smack back down by his sides. making me flinch hard. he didn’t even care. “don’t even bother coming Y/n”

(hours later…)

my face was buried in the hotel pillows. i was trying to sleep but i couldn’t i just laid there, face down blankly. my cheeks were stained with tears. but i didn’t care. i just sat there for hours, rethinking and trying to figure out what i had done wrong that morning. until i heard the front door open, a bag drop and light footsteps coming towards the door. “hi baby” was what i heard. hi baby? the fucking audacity this man has to scream in my face and come back to say ‘hi baby’?? after not getting a response, Oscar walked over to the bed, took of his shoes, tried to touch my leg in a form of comfort but i just shook him off of me. he sat on the bed for a few seconds, most likely watching to see if i would respond. after still no reply he got up and turned the shower on. he was probably sweaty anyways. after a few minutes (because whoever wrote this, oh me, is lazy asf) Oscar came out the shower and put a pair of sweats on and a hoodie.

i felt the bed dip beside me and a hand went on my lower back. “are you okay?” he said. i just got up, grabbed a pillow and went to the couch. Oscar shouted after me “Y/n/n!”. still no response. he followed me out the room and to the couch. “what’s up sweetheart?” he asked. “what’s up? what’s fucking up? what do you mean Oscar? you fucking screamed at me this morning and now your trying to see what’s up?” i finally confronted him. he squinted his eyes at himself and once he finally remembered everything he ran a hand over his face. “i’m so sorry about that, my love, i was just really tired” “that’s not an excuse to shout at me Oscar, i was really upset” i whimpered. he just had a-lot of sympathy in his eyes and left me there, sitting on the rather uncomfortable couch.

after minutes that felt like hours, i got up and went to the bedroom me and Oscar had set in. i cracked the door open slightly. “Osc?” i whispered. “yes?” he replied. “can i sleep in here? i’m sorry i tried to sleep on the couch”. even in the dark i could tell Oscar was smiling. “please, just… come and lie down with me, i want to hold you” so that’s just what i did. “i love you Y/n/n, so much and i’m sorry i lashed out on you like that. it wasn’t okay and i will do everything in my power to make sure it will never ever happen again. im so so sorry and i love you so so much” “i love you too koala” we both giggled and lay there, holding, kissing and touching each-other. not sexually. just like we had been touched starved our whole lives and we just wanted human contact. i love him and i trust he wouldn’t do it again.

AUTHORS NOTE: sorry this is short :( it’s midnight after all and i have an assignment due at 9 that i haven’t actually done so i will 1000000% be doing that… AFTER I DO SOME OTHER REQUESTS 🥳🥳 don’t worry its not an assignment that matters. i’m already trained in Marine Biology (my dream job!!) and can’t wait to pursue my career!!!

#f1 #f1 x reader imagines #spotify #lando norris #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #cl16 #nolan hansen

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winterwhisperz-blog · 10 months

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Hey ☽ ! I loved reading your recent ask posts and wanted to know if you could write something with a MC (gn or male whatever makes you more comfortable) filling their sketchbook with drawings of Ais or Kuras (or both if you're inspired enough) and them reacting to it, please ?👉🏽👈🏽 Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe 👀

Thanks have great day ! >:)

EEEEEEE! Yes!! This is such a cute idea so tysm for the ask !! Also tysm im so happy you liked the other headcanons, and I hope you have a great day too !! <3

ALR

LES GET STARTED

Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mc’s Sketches of them

Warnings: None 😙 —though Ais does get a lil flirty in his

Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my best— also not proof-read

Ais

ALR ALR ALR SO

This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because I’m also kinda obsessed with that movie—

Things have come up, things that have been taking you from Ais for longer than comfortable. You miss his laugh, smile, the way his eyes roam over yours and how he speaks and just generally -exists-

So one night, when you need comfort, you get out your sketchbook and pencil, and just start drawing. You don’t mean to draw him at first, but suddenly the lines start to sharpen into his features, his smile looking back at you through the paper

Suddenly your filling up pages of pages of just random Ais sketches. Him petting Princess, him lounging about his cave, you even chuckle to yourself when you draw the first time you ever saw him. (You casually name that one: The Bastard—lmao)

When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging out—he’s settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.

It’s definitely something you don’t want to forget—and thankfully, you’ve got your sketchbook with you.

As your sketching, you’re trying to be sneaky, keeping your glances to a minimum. But your eyes tend to linger, capturing the strands of black hair that shifts to white, the sharp red eyes, the -tired- red sharp eyes.

No one really notices the tiredness in them, but you do. Along with every thought and voice that parades endlessly behind their ruby curtains.

They’re kind, but haunted—exhausted.

But they always still light up when seeing you.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.

You instantly snap the book shut, but it’s too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.

“Easy, sparrow. Wasn’t going to judge.”

Your shoulders slowly relax, and since he’s being nice—nice enough—you eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enough— a bit shy.

Once he’s finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds it—you finally realize he’s posing.

“looked like you enjoyed drawing me.” He explains once you raise a brow. You scoff, but it -is- a lovely pose. Would be a shame if it were wasted.

As you sketch, he lets out a breath. “You’re good at expressions,”

“Yours are easy to read.”

That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.

“Mm, yeah? Well—“ he shifts, eyes sliding up and down your figure before they latch unto your face. Taking in every last detail with some kind of burning. Like coals set aflame. His gaze makes you feel like glass, a thin white sheet that he looks straight through. Revealing things underneath. “—tell me what this one means.”

With that, heat goes to your cheeks, and a thin line of pencil scratches the paper as you toss it at his now, laughing face.

“Damn bastard.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY

NOW UNTO KURAS 😇

Kuras

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO SO SO SO SO

You two are on your daily stroll, the evening painting golds and bubblegum pinks across the usually dreary sky.

Birds, dusty grey and white flock toward him, some even landing on his head before he politely shoos them off. A smile lifting his lips as you snicker.

“They must mistake you for a tree.” You tease, earning a small chuckle.

Eventually, you near the area you always walk to—a small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesn’t make for the best scenery, but it’s that or the bustling city.

As you sit, you pull your art supplies from your bag, Kuras opening a book beside you.

ALSO HES WEARING HIS GLASSES AAAA

You start sketching the sky, a breeze tossing strands of your hair into your face and making the task rather difficult.

As you huff, Kuras glances your way, a smile playing at his lips as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear—fingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.

You can’t help but stare, a bit flustered at the gesture. And as he returns to his book, you watch as the golden light gleams over his features, turning his eyes into two, small suns.

A few birds have returned as well, perching either nearby, or on his shoulders.

An opportunity, an art piece you cannot miss.

You quickly ditch the sky drawing and start sketching Kuras instead. His towering form, the golden teardrop underneath his eye, the waves of his dark hair—and the way he holds himself, so regally, refined—but still somehow, with a small playful air that would go unnoticed by many.

But not unnoticed by you.

The sky darkens as you finish, and you hear Kuras close his book, slowly standing. A soft palm reaches your shoulder before freezing.

You look up to see Kuras, eyes wide with wonder as he slides his glasses back onto his nose. Taking a closer look.

Feeling both excited and a bit nervous, you clear your throat from probably an hour of not speaking. “Do you like it?”

He reaches for your sketchbook, “May I?”

When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.

You don’t have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expression—you can’t help but feel amused—it’s almost like he’s a child seeing snow for the first time. “You drew all of these?” He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.

You nod, standing beside him.

“It’s…I’ve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.” He glances away before regaining himself. “Could you teach me?”

EEEEEEEE

yes Kuras I will teach you <33

ALR

I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, I’ve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN

Tysm again for the ask 😭

And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!

#touchstarved ais #touchstarved headcanons #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved game #thanks for the ask!#answered asks #touchstarved x reader #virtual novel

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xayneimagines · 9 months

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HEY GUYS IM ALIVE

Fandom: One Piece

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x Reader

Genre: Uhhhh adventure ish I guess idk.

TW: None!

Title: Help from a unlikely source

Summary: Luffy finds himself being a captive of a very weird lieutenant.

I didn’t proof read this because I’m just trying to get back into writing. So my bad lol

“So, you’re Monkey D. Luffy? The infamous Strawhat captain?”

The restraints around him were so cold that they nearly burned. When he had first come to, Luffy did his best to break from them but found the effort futile. He didn’t know what they were made of, but he had to get out of here. He had to save his crew! He didn’t know how he ended up as some marine crews captive in the bottom of their ship, but he was going to make them pay and destroy whatever got in his way!

His rage was building to the point where he almost hadn’t heard the voice. He shot up a glare at who he figured must have been the lieutenant of this ship. He hadn’t expected someone like them, but he had been traveling long enough to know looks could be deceiving.

“Let me out or I’ll kill you! I need to save them!” He spat out, already feeling blinded by rage. His blood was boiling at the idea of his friends suffering.

“You’re talking about your crew right?” They asked with a tilt of their head, staring into Luffy’s eyes as if to study him.

“Who the hell else would I be talking about!? Now let me out!” He screamed, trying to kick his legs.

The lieutenant hummed, staring at him for what felt a little too long, but before Luffy could repeat his threats or thrashing, they shrugged.

“Yeah, sure. Hold on, I gotta find the key.” They reached into a pocket and pulled out a collection of keys and Luffy was so caught off guard that his anger faltered. Was it a trick?

With the click of the restraints, Luffy lunged forward and tackled them to the ground. He hadn’t expected the restraints to actually fall, so when he was able to yank them by the collar of their shirt, he was shocked.

What was more shocking was to hear the laughter. It wasn’t a mocking laugh or some kind of evil laugh like he had heard before. It sounded more like when he was playing tag with the others and felt full of warmth.

The lieutenant’s hands came up to grip lightly on the one that held on tightly to the fabric, the laughter turning into small giggles.

“I guess I shouldn’t have done that mid-thrash, huh? My bad.” The smile on their face was almost blinding with joy and Luffy had never felt more confused. He was about to kick their ass but then they just let him out? And now they were giggling?

“You’re…you’re just letting me go?” He asked hesitantly, slowly lowering their back onto the ground.

“Yeah, sure. Why not?” They asked, their expression now matching his own confused one.

“I’m a pirate?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as he now fully sat up. He didn’t feel in danger any more. Granted if they did try to fight him, he was pretty sure he could win. He was still on top of them after all.

They propped themselves up with their elbows, looking up at him and nodding.

“I mean yeah. That’s not a very good reason to keep you locked up though. Your friends are over on that nearby island right? I don’t know if we can dock there, but we can at least get you close enough to be able to fling yourself there.”

It was almost hard for Luffy to register what they were saying. All he could do was nod, wondering what his crew would do in this situation.

“Okay, good. Now let me up so I can tell my crew and we can get moving.” Their smile returned easily and there was a fleeting thought that he liked it. It reminded him of his friends.

Hesitantly, he got up, offering a hand for them to pull themselves up by. Once they were to their feet, Luffy crossed his arms.

“Aren’t you gonna get in trouble for this? Why help me?”

They shrugged at his question and started walking to the stairs, expecting him to follow.

“Maybe I like that you care about others or maybe I just happen to think you’re cute. Does the whys really matter at this point?” They asked, smiling back at him before opening the door to the deck. “Besides, I haven’t gotten in trouble in a few months now. I think it’s long overdue.” They grinned and shut the door behind him as he watched their crew scurry around the deck. The lieutenant spoke with a loud voice, getting all of their attention before telling them where to set the course to and to be fast.

“You’re not like other marine lieutenants...” Luffy couldn't help the comment. So many had tried to kill or had hurt him and the ones he cared about.

“No, suppose I’m not. Doubt I’ll stay one much anyway though.” They crossed their arms and looked out over the sea before pointing. “That shadow in the distance is the island. We’ll get as close as we can, but the reefs are pretty delicate and in danger here I think. Granted, I don’t actually know, I just heard someone on the crew mention it and I’m pretty sure they would be bummed if we messed them up.” They lightly patted Luffy’s arm. “Sorry we had you chained up. After I got you out of the water we had an emergency and since I wasn’t sure what was going on, I didn’t wanna risk you hurting any of them. You’re whole thing is king of the pirates right?”

“I’m gonna be king of the pirates, yeah.”

“Cool! Man, I can’t wait to get to brag about meeting the future king of the pirates. You better not make me a liar.” They grinned at him and Luffy felt his own normal smile begin to spread on his face.

“I won’t! Thank you for your help!”

“Don’t mention it. Just go kick those guys asses. They were literally the worst coworkers you could ever ask for. If they ask how you survived, tell them I sent you!”

“Who are you anyway?”

“Lieutenant ____. Though next time you see me, I won’t have that title anymore.”

#one piece imagine #one piece imagines #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy imagine #Luffy imagine #reader insert #one piece reader insert

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zenuloo · 6 days

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Can you write a medium to long, friends to lovers ff about woo wonjae 🎀🎀🎀🎀

can't believe you're making me do this...

anyways, im staying true to my bio LOL so yes. its kind of rushed but uhhhhhhhh I hope its ok. it's more were-friends-but-i-dont-want-to-be to almost-lovers than friends to lovers I hope u don't mind..... I can write a part 2 if u want me to js lmk. ok I'll shut up now here u go. also im tagging u for SHAME @therealbobbyshloby

(1k words)

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The semester was ending and so was my patience.

I still remember my first day. It had been a tiring day, the only physical outstand of my want to continue with it being a five-foot-eleven, blonde, basketball buff sitting at the desk in front of mine. I had never spoken to him, never even exchanged glances with him, but nothing stopped me from filling my boredom with scenarios of our future meeting.

‘You’re smiling at him again.’ Wonjae whispered from beside me, just below the volume that no one else would hear. I felt his gaze pressen against the side of my face and only hoped in a twist of reality that he would give up and turn away. But he remained unmoving, an irritation. Like always, he would try to speak to me, and like always, I had no desire to answer.

Wonjae was the only friend acquaintance I had made at college, though I didn't speak to him often, it was trusting to know he was there, despite his own large circle in which I had no interest in ever becoming a part of. And so, everytime he would try to indulge in conversation with me, I would murmur an uninterested response in hopes that he would leave me alone.

‘Shh.’ I couldn’t look at him. Not like this, not when I didn't know why he was yet again interfering with my longing at the man sat in front of me in class, the man he somehow knew I would do anything for a chance to speak to. And so I said nothing, only listened as he chuckled at my irritance and returned his attention back to the professor.

When class was over, he followed me in confidence. We weren’t close enough to be together alone, yet I felt somehow comfortable in his unwanted presence. As we were walking, I felt his eyes linger on me once more. Although, this time, I felt the need to know why.

I stopped walking. As did he.

‘What’s going on?’ I asked, warily.

His eyebrow quirked at my question. ‘In life, or…’

I'm not doing this, I told myself in reassurance, but my own mind betrayed me. I shut my eyes in an intake of breath and allowed myself a moment to calm before responding, but it did no help for my growing frustration. I dead-panned. ‘Yes, in life. I’d love to know about your life, Wonjae. I think it’d be really interesting for me to stand here and listen to you talk about your life for like an hour and then maybe we could go to a cafe and you talk about your life some more.’

The smile that rose to his lips was shortly replaced with a vacant look of displeasure.

‘You’re funny.’ He said, reproducing my sarcasm. ‘But seriously, what do you mean, what's going on?’ His eyes searched mine like floodlights, scanning for my answer between my features. I kept them stone, unmoving. I couldn't believe his naivety to question my question.

‘With you! You’re being… weird.’

‘Weird? By talking to you?’ He laughed again and the sound made my stomach sick as if it knew he was mocking me. ‘Is there something so wrong about wanting to be your friend?’

I felt stupid. ‘No.’

‘Then good. I’ll see you in tomorrow's class.’

The ignorance I had given to the pure innocence in his sudden closeness made me feel small, unworthy of his attention. He just wanted to be my friend. Yet something sinister still felt like it was bubbling below his intentions and I felt an urge to figure him out. An urge to understand why he kept trying to talk to me, why wanted to be my friend.

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I spent the night scrolling mindlessly on my phone, photo after photo of students I hadn’t wished to learn the name of flashing up on the screen. My mind stilled when I laid my eyes upon a familiar trail of black thorns, cascading up the neck of a man whose face I had never truly studied before, despite my knowing him. He wasn’t as smug behind camera, wasn’t as teasing or intimidating when caught in still motion; I didn't feel the looming chaos that he could expose my crush at any moment, ridicule me for all my flaws. He was just a guy, uninvolved yet present.

My heart subsided when I noticed the arm of the man beside him.

My class crush.

They were friends.

My fingers stilled above the screen, sending pangs of indescribable shame to course through my body and send shocks that dulled my former attraction to him to substitute themselves for embarrassment. Wonjae would have told him. That's why he befriended me; to laugh about my crush with his friend.

Leaping to my feet, rage enveloped me. It was an emotion I had never felt before, humiliation; an emotion I had never allowed to form beneath the depth of my brain, deep enough to drown. This was why I never spoke to him, this was why my unresolved disgust for Woo Wonjae had settled so elegantly within me. But nothing had saved what I was trying to protect, stolen from within me - shame, pity, embarrassment.

—

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

I met him outside, prior to our class. I had to know.

‘Didn’t know I had to… You sure like to ask me questions, sweetheart.’ He laughed.

I didn't know how to feel, I didn't know if I should be angry at him for not telling me, or angry at myself for not asking.

‘Don’t call me sweetheart.’

‘Why not? Wish I was him instead?’ His laugh reached his eyes, curling up and forming dimples in between his brows.

No. I wanted to say. I just want to speak to you without the fear that you'll taunt me. Why I want to speak to you, is a mystery upon myself.

‘Why didn’t you sit with him on the first day? Why did you constantly irritate me when he was right there? You could have sat with him instead’, was what I really said, concealed to me that this would be exactly where the truth would lie, waiting, waiting, waiting.

He shook his head.

‘You really have no idea, do you?’

I could only stare back.

‘I don’t want you to look at him.’

‘What?’

‘Look at me.’

Look at me.

#I hate this im sorry #how to write romance ab a rapper?????#oh well lol #writing requests #writing #woo wonjae #khh #fanfic #writeblr

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transboysokka · 9 months

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ok im all for your take of zuko not having a praise kink due to trauma, like i kind of adore that. growing up the way he did, praise probably only ever came as a disguise for something else, so it makes sense that he'd immediately be suspicious of any praise he gets. not believing it or thinking that there's some other meaning behind it. and suddenly being thrown into the headspace of childhood emotional defenses isn't exactly great for the bedroom adhjsgf

and im a hurt/comfort glutton, so now i cant stop thinking about a scenario where zuko and sokka really figure this out the first time. like, everything's going well, and sokka starts saying praising nothings, cuz it's what he'd like so why not try it? and even zuko isn't entirely sure what's going on with himself, but suddenly he's defensive and uncomfortable and the mood is thoroughly ruined, and sokka and zuko have to pause and figure out wtf just happened. cue yet another insight into zuko's fucked up childhood, and sokka going "WOW. OK. what yhe fuck." and then its cuddles and a long talk about what type of language is and isn't allowed during sex

EXACTLY! Great minds think alike, haha

Here's a short little something for that:

CW for vague sexual content and discussion/mentions of past child abuse bc Ozai Is An Asshole

"Good boy." "Take it for me, I know you can." "Are you gonna come for me like a good boy?"

It didn't bother him at first, because Zuko could see Sokka... enjoyed? Talking to him that way... But every now and then some of those words would send a shiver through his body.

("Good boy, at least you can be useful for something.")

"Hey, babe?" he breathes, moving a hand up to cover Sokka's mouth. "Hm?" "Stop talking."

He couldn't stay quiet for long.

"Look at you baby, just like that." "You take my cock so well." "Fuck, good boy. Thank you so much baby." "You listen so well." "You're perfect." "You're such a good boy. Tell me what you are."

Zuko froze as if he'd been doused with a bucket of freezing water.

("You're an ungrateful bastard who doesn't deserve the title of Prince." A slap. "Tell me what you are." Another slap. "Good boy.")

He rolled off of Sokka to the other side of the bed, panting hard, covering his face defensively.

No nonono, not now...

"Babe! Zuko!" The concern in Sokka's voice grounded him enough to stop the spiral.

Zuko removed his hands from his face and peered over at Sokka, embarrassment creeping in.

Sokka stared over at him, a mix of emotions on his face: confusion, hurt... worry. He scooted carefully to Zuko's side, knowing enough not to make any sudden movements at a time like this.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. Are you okay? Tell me what I did wrong. Talk to me," he tentatively reached an arm out to grip Zuko's hand, who took it and held on tight.

"I'm sorry," Zuko said eventually, "I just... Please don't talk to me like that..."

His boyfriend nodded, but still didn't seem to understand.

"Sure, babe. We're still figuring out the sex stuff, right? Remember, anything you need me to different, you just need to say. Can you tell me what it was I said that bothered you?"

Zuko drew Sokka's hand in closer to his chest, trying to think of the words to say that would bring back the least amount of pain.

"Any of the... good things you say. I just..." He subconsciously reached up with his other hand and touched his scar, a motion Sokka quickly recognized. His eyes widened.

"Oh shit, babe, I'm sorry. I didn't know. Your dad...?" Sokka reached to wrap his arms around Zuko, and he settled into them gratefully, leaning into Sokka's chest, "Sorry, you don't have to give me the details if you don't want."

"It's okay, I..." He took a shaky breath, "He... would mock me. He spoke to Azula like that, with love, and meant it. But to me..." Zuko's voice trailed off and he buried his face into Sokka's shoulder, suddenly ashamed.

Sokka didn't say anything at first, running his fingers through Zuko's hair, then tilting his chin up so they were looking into each other's eyes.

"Zuko. That's really fucked up and I know you hate it when I say it, but I'm sorry that happened to you because you didn't deserve it, him twisting up love and hate like that for you."

"I know." A tear rolled down his cheek. Over time, it was getting easier to hear and accept those words- and believe them- but the embarrassment never quite went away.

"I won't talk to you like that during sex anymore, okay? Thank you so much for telling me. But um..." Now it was Sokka's turn to blush. Zuko waited curiously for him to continue, "Do you think... you could try... talking to me like that?"

Zuko blinked, surprised. He thought about it and nodded slightly. It... might actually be good to take control of a situation like that, take the words back... But all he said was, "Oh."

Because he was a little surprised Sokka wanted that.

"I just-" Sokka was blushing now, like he sometimes did when he was trying to talk about something serious and personal, "I've always liked to feel useful you know, and nobody's talked to me like that since my mom-"

Ah.

"Okay, yeah, I get it. You... want me to call you a good boy? Stuff like that?"

Sokka nodded, face as red as the sheets they lay together on.

"Thanks for telling me, babe."

Zuko kissed his forehead. This was going to be kind of cute, in a sexy sort of way.

#quesTian #drabble #zukka #atla

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ato-catto · 11 months

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Hi! I’m so glad you are a fellow trunks appreciator as me and the lack of fanfic is concerning LOL, I wanted to request a NSFW with adult main timeline trunks! it could be regarding whatever you’d like tysm 🥺🥺

I know I said I'm on Hiatus- but I had to write this out. I love me some Trunks~

NSFW/SEX/KISSING/HOT STUFF

There were two sides to Trunks. Each respectively clearly inherited traits from his parents.

On one hand he was all smiles and light conversation, and on the other, he was brooding and dominant- the latter being from his father.

Ironically, growing up, you had a crush on your friends father. Of course it was nothing but a silly adolescent dream, but it helped shape your type as you blossomed into an adult.

Furrowed brows and an irritated glare where EXACTLY the type of thing to get you going- and when Trunks donned these- your thighs sat a little further apart than they normally did.

He stormed into your apartment one evening with a face of thunder, mad about losing a competition with Goten. He flopped down onto your bed and crossed his arms, grumbling about how his best friend most likely cheated and he was clearly the winner.

Ah, there were the Vegeta Genes again.

You laughed and shook your head, which was met by a hard stare from two irritated blue eyes. "It isn't funny!" He protested in his trademark raspy tone.

"It sort of is. You two are adults now, but you're still as competitive as ever." You stifled your chuckles and settled on the bed beside him, crossing your legs neatly.

"We are Saiyans." He sighed, running a hand through his blue hair, then letting it fall back around his face. "It's what we do."

"I know. Your dad's do exactly the same thing." It was always amusing to watch two middle aged men go at eachother.

Trunks gave you a look and that look morphed into a mocking smirk.

"You're competitive too- don't lie. You know you are. I've seen Marron and you go toe to toe trying to look prettier than eachother- which is pointless."

Your eyebrows shot up. Yes- you and Marron had some gentle feminine competition, but nothing as violent as those Saiyans. "Pointless?"

"Yeah, pointless. Because you win flat out every time."

You blinked. "Was that a complement?"

Trunks smirk grew wider. "Mayyyyybe."

You frowned and gave him a soft punch to the upper arm. Why couldn't he just be straight forward?

"Shut up, Trunks. I know I'm not your type. Don't lie just to wind me up."

His smirk dropped and his eyes grew wide. "Wait you think im joking-?"

You look at him with a deadpan expression. You KNEW he was joking. He may have been your type but you were most certainly not his.

He leant closet, his eyes flicking between both of yours.

"You're wrong." He said, his voice suddenly dropping low and quiet.

Woah- why was he looking at you like that... His eyes flicking between yours and then down to your mouth in some kind of tantalising triangle dance.

"Don't fuck around with me." You sigh, pulling away from him.

Your actions were met with a surprised expression from Trunks- his thick brows raised as he slowly realised you truly thought he was just messing with your head. Hadn't he been obvious enough over the last few months?

Trunks had bought you clothes, drinks, held your hand when you guys saw a horror movie in the cinema, checked out your ass when you walked away- wasn't that obvious enough?

He opened his mouth to talk and then shut it again. He pursed his lips and looked rather despondently down at the floral duvet cover that adorned your bed.

Your heart suddenly dropped to your bowels. He wasn't lying.

Trunks couldn't look at you for a moment while he tried to figure out exactly what he wanted to say- but he was better with his fists than he was with his words.

"I-" He started, but still failing to find an appropriate defense.

"You think I'm attractive?" You were totally gobsmacked.

He inhaled slowly and let out the air in a breathy groan. "Well.. yeah."

You could have sworn your heart was visibly beating in your throat. "Oh.."

"Oh." He echoed, watching your face for a reaction.

You swallowed, and avoided his gaze. Now would be a terrible time to mention the 5 year long crush you've had on him, which had only gotten worse with age. He had grown up to be very lean bodied, deep voiced and daring eyed. It made your gut twist.

"How about me?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"You? What about you?" You asked, voice starting to shake. You didn't want to answer this question.

"Do you think I'm attractive? C'mon~ return the complement. " He was trying to lighten the mood, but it wasn't helping the red raising to your cheeks.

"No." You said, trying to keep your voice as emotionless as possible. He almost glared, seeing through your lie.

"That's rude." He pouted.

"It's true." You mumbled, crossing your ankles.

He laid a hand heavily on your thigh, and you jumped at the unexpected contact. "No it isn't."

A blush grew across your face and his smile grew with it. "See? You're blushing."

You grumbled and tried to turn away but his hand on your chin brought it back, and up. His blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he dipped down, rubbing salt in the wound.

He didn't kiss you- not yet. He hovered above your lips in a tantalising dance of warm breaths playing across eachothers cheeks.

You swallowed. This was... too much. But you knew if you pulled away he would just chase you and rub it in more. "Y-you can stop teasing me now, Trunks. I get it.. you're hot, OK?" You admitted sheepishly, eyes flicking between his eyes and lips.

He chuckled, but didnt draw away. "That's exactly what I thought-" he purred, and then hastily pushed his mouth against yours in an obviously desperate fashion that left you gasping for breath. Your world came crashing down and the sky span, your mind becoming muddled.

Your best friend was kissing you. No- Your best friend was tasting you- hungrily pushing his tongue into your mouth and smoothing it along yours. Your heart was pounding hard enough to hear, your hands coming up to push him away in surprise but he didn't let you, holding you firmly in place by your upper arms.

"Trunks-" you muttered against his lips. "Trunks-!!" You repeated insistently, and then he drew back.

"Y-yeah?" He murmered, wiping his damp lips on the back of his hand.

"What-" You didn't have the words. You just wondered 'why'?

He wrinkled his nose. "I like you." He blurted. And that's as much of an explanation as you were going to get before he smashed against you once again, pressing you back and down into the cushioned mattress. Leaving you once again breathless and wordless, only able to whimper in response to his touches. His hands worked away your t-shirt and ghosted up your breasts.

He barely spoke, his mouth pressed on your skin. He couldn't think of anything to say, his mind clouded by finally getting to feel the sensation of your body on his.

When he parted your legs, he paused. Taking himself put of his jeans, he rested the tip against your virgin lips. A little blue tuft of hair sat at the base of his thick member, which twitched as he rubbed it along your slick folds.

You trembled, not ready for him. "Trunks I'm-"

He nodded. He knew already. "So am I.. " His raspy voice grew breathless. He oozed precum from the tip, his excitement growing uncontainable. "I'll be gentle. Promise."

#trunksxreader #trunks #dbz #x reader #thanks for the request!

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gingerbreadmonsters · 8 months

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hiya! im a very big fan of ur fics, ur writing is like omnomnom!! i rerereread them so often ive basically memorised half of them (especially get in loser i love it so much especially the little almost asides freelancer has like certain moments where its like not quite breaking the fourth wall theyre like. brushing it with the tips of their fingers). IDK sorry to ramble but; may i request directors commentary on either kingdom come (why those four, of all people?) or one more paradox (incoherent wailing, from me). thanks!! have a nice timezone :]

im so sorry. IM SO SORRY ITS SO LATE 🫠🫠 i have not been well for a little while and i've been rushing around trying to get shit sorted for the start of term, so it's all just been a bit of a mess

i've done kingdom come for you - i do hope that's alright! and a lovely timezone to you, too 💕💕

why those four? to be totally honest, it’s just because they’re hot lol 🤩🤩 it is a long-held hc for me that gavin and vincent deserve to be besties, and the gn gals and i were chatting on discord about fl, gavin, lovely, and vincent going on a double date and all being so handsy with each other that it was impossible to tell who was actually going out with who?? so i just kind of jumped into a new google doc and mocked up a very short sequence based on that conversation, which ended up being used basically verbatim as the opening to kingdom come - it’s up to the bit where freelancer says “I think you can manage that, can’t you?”!

can’t lie, it was both more and less difficult than i expected? it was hard because obviously i couldn’t really describe freelancer or lovely’s bodies in detail - it’s hard enough with just one listener in the scene! plus, keeping track of four different people in something as descriptive and physical as a sex scene is always a nightmare. you have to keep track of (and describe!) what everyone is doing all at the same time without getting too repetitive, make sure that it’s clear who is doing/saying what (very complicated when two of them use he/him and have the same, uh, hardware, while the other two are in they/them and can’t have their bodies described basically at all), make sure that the positions you’re describing are physically possible and actually sexy… it’s a lot!

gavin and vincent are so fun to write, though, so that more than made up for it - both of them just seem to… talk? like, if any other fic writers are reading this, please do let me know if this also happens to you - but whenever i write them, they just spout dialogue like it’s going out of fashion, and i end up just being dragged along through the scene however they want, rather than how i planned it 😭😭 so yes it was tough, but a lot of fun to write - although i will say that there was a rather embarrassing incident regarding the dialogue [head in hands]

so, in order to make sure that my dialogue sounds at least faintly realistic and isn’t too stilted, i generally tend to read it out loud to myself? like, verbatim? hearing it in my own voice helps to figure out if it sounds too unnatural, which i am aware is also why sometimes my characters will say something that’s a bit too british for the source material, but whatever.

the important part is that i was living in halls (student accommodation) when i was writing this fic, and the soundproofing on my door was… not excellent?? i had just finished ‘dialogue testing’ and opened the door to go and get a drink of water from the kitchen, when i ran face-first into one of my flatmates from the bedroom opposite mine, who had clearly been standing there waiting for a friend and had obviously just HEARD ME saying all of this… needless to say he did not make eye contact with me for some time after that and we do not keep in touch lmao

all four of them make reference to the events of this fic being one of many, um, dalliances - this is really just because i think it sounds like the sort of thing they would do! they all seem like they would be good friends - you already know how i feel about gavin and vincent, and i reckon lovely and freelancer would get on like a house on fire. let them have a rapport! let them go on cute double dates and take holidays together and plan surprise parties for each other! this is my agenda! the whole vibe of this fic was intended to be satisfyingly filthy yet still very very sweet, and i think it works? i certainly hope it works? it is a CRIME that we have yet to have a canon audio with gavin and vincent together :((

#redacted asmr #ooh a game!#ginger speaks to lovely blogs #i have not been very well for the last few days and its really fucked me up i do apologise #i don't usually tend to get ill so when i do i am absolutely MISERABLE #i am a bit better today so hopefully should be fixed up by tomorrow or the day after #i do love this fic so much it is so [chefs kiss] in my brain #god i remember telling discord abt the flatmate thing as it was happening #MOST MORTIFYING EXPERIENCE ON EARTH #poor nick i do feel a bit bad #in hindsight it is very funny but at the time i wanted to DIE

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demigoddessqueens · 2 years

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DJHAVGJHDGJSHG , I HAVE AN IDEA!! Well two to be honest. Character Idea: You are a disgraced noble. Through some sort of act you committed (or whatever you can decide) you were disowned by your family. You were mocked and humiliated for being a nuisance/unfit to your family's line. JOKES ON THEM THOUGH, because later after your departure your city was taken over by cultists obsessed with releasing their deity to rain destruction. Your entire family's legacy was thrown out. Of course, finding out this news was a heavy blow to you, and started to twist you inside out. With the mix of guilt of not staying and the humiliation you faced for years by distant relatives and close family, it all formed into your ruined ego. You on one hand wanted to get your revenge but on the other hand, you wanted to leave that behind you (intense stare at Percy) At a first glance, you can come off as a bit of an asshole. You very much frame yourself to be a stubborn prick. Though there are moments when your cocky facade wavers and you show your more loving side (I can see this showing more once you've made good friends.) Normally you let that torment bubble up inside of you and make sure to push it down with certain stunts. Your mind morphs how people perceive you, making you wonder whether they truly like you or are just keeping you around out of pity. Of course when realizing your connection to the massacred nobles.

PLOT IDEA (Woop woop!!): Due to your stuffed in feelings, this equals to you being cursed with vicious nightmares. Of your family, your appearance, whatever your mind could conjure up. Any soft spot in you your mind space would try to hit. Though they were never that bad, I mean as in you would never wake up a vulnerable shell of yourself, until one night. The flashes of some dreading imagery you couldn't take, it was haunting. You sprang up from wherever you were sleeping, a cold sweat running down your back. The feelings of somewhat dried tears would stain your face.

Thankfully you are able to hold in your cries for help, and you quickly go to scramble outside to take in some fresh air. What if one of the party members heard you scrambling out of there and got the courage to go ask if you were alright. BRING THE DRAMA IM READY!

(Sorry if this was super long, I just need to spread it so bad. Any group is fine!!)

Your mind, anon! Your mind 😳🤯💕👌

I’m gonna do a brief one liner for all three groups, and how the other would react to all your inner turmoil

Percy de Rolo - “I know how those types of days and nights can be. I’m here if you need to talk”

Laudna - “Dearie, you sound frightful. Is everything all right?”

Cadeuces - “Are you ok? I’m here if you ever want to talk”

Vex’ahlia - “Is it a bad night for you, darling?”

Beauregard - “Hey…are you ok?”

Vax’ildan - “If there’s anything you want to say, you can speak freely. I’m here if you ever need to talk or anything”

Jester - hugs you tightly with sweet words “you can tell me what happened”

Fearne - “is it ok if I sit here….? and you can yell if you want”

Imogen - “I know how that feels and all…with how my head feels. Do you want to sit?”

Orym - “Will and I used to talk about our feelings

Pike and Grog - “Sometimes Grog/Pike and I used to talk about our feelings if it got a lot…do you want to?”

Fjord - “darlin’/love you look as pale as a ghost. You know you can trust me to talk, if you want”

Essek - “I’m…not the best at these kinds of things, but I’m willing to…”

Dorian - “I know it might not be much…but I am a good listener”

Caleb and Nott- “I’ve had a many sleepless nights such as yours, but I’ve learned not all have to face it alone”

Chetney - “you’re not a burden, and you don’t have to feel like one to keep it all in”

Yasha - “I know exactly how that can be, more often I would like”

Scanlan - “you know sometimes I use composing to help me…if you want, we could figure something else out”

Mollymauk - “Bad night for you too, eh? I know how that can be”

Fresh Cut Grass - “Keeping your feelings inside for too long may hurt…and I’m a good listener”

Keyleth - “Are you ok? Can I help? Is there anything I can do?”

#critical role #headcanons #inbox asks #inbox answers #inbox requests #vox machina #bell’s hells #the mighty nein #critical role x y/n #critical role x you #critical role x reader #exandria unlimited #the mighty nein x y/n #the mighty nein x you #the mighty nein x reader

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gogolstoelicker · 2 years

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Giggles

We've got like practically a whole chain of BSD characters in Twisted Wonderland. So what if Akutagawa was there? We've got alot of agency members, time to bring Mafia into the mix. Evil ass

Twisted Wonderland with an Akutagawa!like MC

warning(s): mentions of killing, mentions of blood

notes: this is so funny to me bc imagine insulting mc and they just Rashomon everyone's ass

i added everyone bc pain and suffering sounds funny to me /j

You're extremely violent and ruthless when it comes to work, all the while maintaining a stoic and detached figure. Your composure is frequently broken by rage, however. You're quick to lash out whenever something doesn't go your way.

You seem to have a Social Darwinist perspective of the world. You believed that the weak deserves to die and yield to the strong.

Heartslabyul:

ace and deuce definitely learned the hard way not to piss you off LMAO

like they were causing trouble and u just rashomon their ass

esp ace (and grim)

and yknow in the prologue when ace mocked you? yeah

you probably rashomon his ass then

he was scared of you bc AREN'T U MAGICLESS?? WHAT IS THIS??

i mean he sure still bother u here and there after he got over his shock

can't help it man, you're his best friend

trey saw u and go "ah yes. another mentally ill friend🤗" /hj

honestly you're probably a little bit appreciative of trey

only a little tho

mostly bc of those pastries he makes

u try to avoid cater bc hes trying so hard to get ur emo ass to appear on his magicam

u probably tried to destory his phone once

but u got scolded by trey

u listen to trey for some reason?

talking to u is like a landmine bro

cater can ask a perfectly normal question like "do u like dogs?"

and u just go "not really, a wild dog bit one of my friends in the slums before so i was forced to kill all the dogs there"

and everyone at the table just stared at u like 🕴

riddle doesn't like how u do whatever u want

i mean u followed some rules if u think they're convenient but other than that, n o

and control that temper of yours! great sevens, he's getting a headache from the amount of times he had to collar u so u won't destroy heartslabyul or the whole school in general

Savanaclaw:

honestly? while you almost destroy everyone there

i think this kind of mc will get along with ruggie the most

i mean they do both grow up in the slums, so there's a lot of things they can relate to that others couldn't

(bsd beast spoiler: think of that one scene in the beast manga where akutagawa and atsushi are bonding over how their lives were before they got to where they are. it's smth like that)

you would rather die than admit it but you quite enjoy talking to ruggie

there's just something that you guys know that others dont bc you both grew up in the slums

like importance of food, and the fight for a notebook

one time, everyone caught u having a small smile on your face talking to ruggie

literally everyone: 😮😦

ace felt betrayed u smiled at ruggie and not him btw

"iM yOUr beST FRIend🤬🤬"

as for leona? u don't really care abt leona?

like leona is leona!!

but u guys might not get along too well tho

as for jack, you might get along with him a little

he believes u shouldn't do thing halfheartedly and u agree with that

he wants to be stronger, u wanna be stronger

is that u running on the tracks with jack at 5 in the morning?

oh see! u guys are bonding alr!!

Octavinelle:

if it isn't for your friends, the whole coral sea and monstro lounge would be destroyed

like thank god jack is strong enough to hold u back from lashing out completely

jade thought it was amusing but a bit bothersome

floyd thought it was funny and definitely tries to piss you off on more than one occasion

azul shakes in his seat thinking about the cost he will have to pay if u ever actually destroyed monstro lounge out of rage

and knowing u, u probably won't even help him pay that cost

so he ordered jade to uh

keep floyd away from u

that one time u lashed out is enough warning for him to be careful with you

esp when it seems like u don't even care abt ur comrades and is focused on destroying the things around u and the source as to why things doesn't go your way

honestly? u guys probably don't click KSKSK

Scarabia:

kalim thinks you're cool!!

like you're so strong and your ability is so cool!

I've said smth like that many times alr i am very sorry kalim!

jamil tries his hardest to keep kalim away from u cause like

you're very likely to kill him

like there's a 90% chance you would

5% you would try to avoid before killing him bc you got annoyed

4% you would do it when jamil's not around

and 1% that you wouldn't

jamil doesn't trust u at all

not that u cared ofc

kalim, however, always followed u around if he saw u walking down rhe hallway

like oh!! is that the prefect?!?!????

and then he dropped everything and ran up to u

better start running if u don't want him to bother u abt ur ability

Pomefiore:

smile will u?

vil said when he saw u

like he had never seen u smile at all! you're gonna get wrinkles that way, smile!

rook, however, isn't too bothered by this

you're beautiful the way u are!

like ur ability, the way u carry urself, ur appearance overall

its all simply BEAUTÉ😍

epel doesn't mind much

but you're so strong damn‼️he wants to be like that too‼️

and the way u do whatever u want no matter what the faculty or dorm leaders told u?

he's shaking, wanting u to take him as a student or smth

uh oh someone pls stop him

you're from the mafia? who cares!

ok maybe he cares a little

being from the mafia sound scary

but hey! all that matters is that u won't kill anyone here right?😁

right?😅😥

Ignihyde:

ah yes, emo with the emos

like idia gloomy and you're gloomy too

probably don't even acknowledge each other

like if you guys encounter each other in the hallways, u guys just walked past each other

maybe a small head nod as a greeting but other than that, n o t h i n g

u got into fights alot

and u have a lung problems so u were coughing all the time

one time u even coughed out blood

so ortho tried to look out for u!!

u almost lashed out at him since u don't want to be pittied(how do u spell)

but u got used to it over time!!

like he rushed over to u to help and u just

let it be

like stay there and let him do some treatment and analysis

mostly bc u know no matter what u do, he'll insist on doing this

Diasomnia:

ah yes, emo with the emos(2)

u think u and sebek could get along well bc of that hatred for humanity (well not really for sebek)

but in truth, it just sparks fights between the two of you

bc you're still a human and sebek is ❌anti human❌ apparently

lilia have met many kinds of people in his long life and during his travels

so he have probably met a few people like u so he knows how to deal with u!!

you're about to lash out? well better not try to lash out on him, he was a general yknow^^

silver is always on his guard with you

and esp knowing that you're from the mafia???

yeah he's def on his guard

malleus doesn't really care what or who u work for

he wants a friend who doesn't fear him

you dont fear him but u seem to have no interest in being his friend

he's pouty about it

if u look his way, you can see him sulking abt u not wanting to be his friend

this is a threat. be. his. friend.

Ramshackle:

oh grim def got his ass chop chop

the three ghosts too

you're probably the boss there now LMFOAOAOA

well i mean, you are a prefect. its only natural that u are one in ramshackle

but grim and the ghosts are definitely scared of you

like damn u almost destroyed the whole dorm and for what😔

but it's all good!! you warmed up to them one time!!

and it's now their core memory

like the prefect??? who almost killed us multiple time just protected us and told us not to die???

and they even suddenly started helping around??

what's next?? are the sun and moon gonna come out at the same time??

and idc what anyone says, you'll probably get along well with grim too

maybe you would just brush off the ghosts and their pranks

and even tho grim kind of makes u wanna do several capital crimes, i would say you two would get along well since you both grew up in the slums

talking to u is a landmine(2)

the ghosts asked what do u do for a living and u said smth abt killing people

they asked abt ur friends in the slums and u said they all got killed except for u and ur sister

everyone in the dorm:😱😱😱

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sukirichi · 3 years

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omg sorry im the anon who picked too many spices i’m so sorry 😭😭 so let me try again: wine for yuuta, ingredient 53, and spice 8 10 11?

good for you

People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

meal order: wine + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8, 10 (dumbification, begging kink)

warnings: nsfw content, fingering, dumbification, begging kink, slight voyeurism, slight corruption kink, bad boy! yuuta, unedited fic

note: soooo anon...i hope you like this, this is my first yuta fic and i was really nervous i was gonna mess this up, sheesh, hope you like it and thank you for the request! have some wine~

masterlist !

You were so good for him – it made sense you were his favorite.

The moment you felt his cold fingers graze under your shirt, fingers lightly tugging at the clasps of your bra as a promise of what was to come next, you shuddered from his touch. You leaned back to his body, your hand clutching his that was gripping your thigh.

“Yuta,” you bit your lip to hold back a moan, his expert hands sliding down your inner thighs to brush over your clothed cunt, teasing you to no end. “We-we shouldn’t.”

“And why not?” his husky voice sent shivers down your spine, and you gasped as his fingers tugged your panties away. He’d barely even touched you, yet you were soaking wet for him already. Two of his fingers slipped past your folds easily and you clamped down as he scissored you, finally releasing your bra and easing it off your shoulders. “They won’t know. We’re just studying, remember?”

Your relationship with Yuta was complicated, to say the least. Last month, your homeroom teacher assigned you to tutor him, and your eyes widened because the last person you expected to see was the notorious Okkotsu Yuta who barely attended school, preferring to live life in his own way.

He looked scary then; dark circles hanging heavily under amused eyes, slicked back hair that shone under the sunlight, and a half-sneer as an excuse for a smile.

He terrified you, until he didn’t. Contrary to what people said about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, you never thought that way about Yuta. And he knew this too; he took advantage of your unconditional kindness, basking in your shy, soft touches and stuttering during study sessions whenever he stared at you a little longer than you expected.

You were so fucking cute he just couldn’t keep his hands off of you. He blamed you for it, really. He wouldn’t have been this addicted to the quiet, timid girl who followed rules and apologized way too much than necessary if you weren’t such a good girl for him.

But you were so cute, so curious and innocent that Yuta, being the more responsible and experienced one between the both of you, just had to give in to your pleas. Soon, your shy touches became eager ones, grinding on his thigh with your hands tugging at his collar while you begged for a kiss. You were so pretty too, always so ready and wanting for him, but oh, everything was different when you begged.

If he thought you were pretty before, it was nothing compared to when you begged.

Innocent eyes gazing up at him under thick lashes, small hands wrapped around the thick base of his cock, your pretty red lips begging to taste him – you were at your prettiest when you were begging for him, and how could he deny you?

It was because you were so good for him that he Yuta wasn’t selfish when it came to pleasing you, his cock hardening when your head fell back on his shoulders, lips open as wantons flooded through your lips. “Shh,” he chuckled with a kiss to your lips, his fingers pumping in and out of you until you were dripping down on his palm, the sopping sounds of your pussy nearly embarrassing. “You don’t want to be loud, baby, your parents will hear you.”

At the possibility of getting caught, your eyes widened, and you slapped your palm over your mouth to hide your sinful moans. Yuta’s eyes darkened as you trembled in his arms, trying so hard to be a good girl and keep your reputation, but the way you grinded down onto his fingers told a different story.

“Y-Yuta,” you cried out, reaching up to capture his lips in a kiss. He swallowed your moans while his other hand gripped your thighs tighter, your ass barely grazing his painful erection. “I need more, please, will you-will you-?”

“What do you want, baby? I can’t give it to you if you don’t tell me.”

Yuta smirked when you whimpered in his hold, your hips pumping up and down as you rode his fingers. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. You knew he could give you more, and Yuta would gladly do anything for you as long as you said it.

The sight of you cumming all over his fingers, tits perked from under your shirt yet still looking so innocent from your shirt skirt – he could cum in his pants just watching you. But he held it all in, fully aware that you wanted him inside you, though your shyness still remained. Ironic, really, since Yuta had already lost count of the times he had to stuff your panties down your mouth as he dragged you to the nearest empty classroom, making you cum either just on his tongue or cock alone.

He figured he’d have ruined you by now, but you were just so good, such an innocent, pretty little thing that the mere mention of his dick had you flustered.

“Yuta, I can’t – you-you know what I mean,” you palmed him through his pants. Yuta hissed at how you pulled his cock out free from his confines, the warmth of your hand wrapping around his cock, the tip already flushed and red.

He gripped your wrist and pulled you towards him, resting your ass just above his cock. A dark look crossed his face when he saw you inhale sharply as he rubbed his tip all over your lips, your pink panties tugged all the way to the side, the material loosely clinging onto the fat of your flesh.

“Is this what you want,” he teased, hands placed on a tight grip of your hips as he slowly sank you down his length. He reveled at how you slowly lost yourself, thighs quaking, and it was just only the tip. “Do you deserve it, baby? Have you been a good girl for me that you think you deserve to feel good?”

“Yes, yes, of course!”

Your eyes were focused on the remaining length of his cock that wasn’t buried in you, and you were so needy, so fucking wet and horny that you wiggled your hips, a slight whine echoing from the room when Yuta only tightened his hips on you as a warning. “Don’t move,” he growled lowly, and like the good girl you were, you complied, bottom lip jutted out. “You don’t get to sit on my lap when you don’t beg hard enough for it, baby.”

“But, oh,” you tried to say, your words cut off when Yuta suddenly gripped your ass down all the way down his length in one go, your ass flat on his thighs.

Both of you groaned at the feeling of him buried deep inside you; you could feel him pulsing inside your heat already. Unsatisfied with your silence, Yuta slapped your ass, forcing you to look at him.

He was perfectly content with you cockwarming him; he could jack himself off later, but he knew you couldn’t satisfy yourself – not when your needy little cunt always wanted to be stuffed full with his dick.

“My parents are downstairs,” you tried to reason, though your actions betrayed your words as you dug your nails on his shoulders, eyes closed from the pleasure. Yuta gave small, slow thrusts, the movement just enough to scrape at your walls, almost as if to mock you that you could’ve had an orgasm by now if you just complied. “I-if they hear, they’re going to get mad, and they’ll find out that—”

“They’re going to find out what?” he thrusted his hips into yours sharply until your skirt was bunched all over your ass, his hands rough and hungry while he kept you in place. Your moans filled the room, and Yuta gripped one of your legs to press on your sides, thigh-high socks teasing and plumping up the flesh of your legs. “That their sweet, innocent daughter isn’t such a good girl after all? Look at you, walking around in school wearing that. You’re always begging to be fucked, baby.”

You didn’t deny him because his words were true, and soon Yuta had you choking in your own breath. He wanted to make you beg, to go down on your knees just to show him you deserved it, but you clenched down on him so hard that he lost himself too.

Yuta pulled you in for a heated kiss, his strong hands wrapping your legs around his waist before dropping you both down on the bed.

He didn’t bother pulling his shirt off, only jumping out of his slacks before he found home in between your legs. Yuta chuckled at how fucked out you were before him, teeth deep into one of your stuffed toys while he kept fucking into you.

He fell forward, hands planted beside your head, his dick scraping against the warm walls of your pussy.

You were close; he could feel it. Yuta picked up his pace and started littering lovemarks on your neck, somewhere people could see his markings and to claim you as his good girl.

You were such a good girl for him, letting him pump himself into you in a rough pace until you could no longer hold back your moans. “Yuta, Yuta, god, you-you feel so good, right there, oh,” you were a mess on his cock, drool collecting from your pillow and tongue lolled out.

He found you so pretty, so gorgeous and so good; screaming his name like that even as your parents called out to ask if you were fine just because you knew he liked it when you said his name while you were stuffed with his cock.

“Come on, baby,” he gripped your waist this time, not slowing down for a moment as his thrusts grew sloppy. Yuta’s dick twitched and pulsed harder inside you when your walls hugged him tightly, sucking him in too deep that he was hitting your most sensitive spots. “You’re close, aren’t you? You want to cum on my cock? Beg for it, come on.”

“Yuta, Yuta, please please please, want to cum on your cock, want you to fill me up,” your back arched when he hit your g-spot, your vision turning white for a moment. “Fuck, fuck, Yuta, fuck me good – please, I want you, there, please!”

His dick only further hardened upon hearing such dirty words fall from your pretty lips. You were begging so good for him, following his orders and making him feel good with your pretty pussy – how could he deny you? People said all bad things about him, how he wasn’t good for you, he was going to toy with you, he was someone you needed to stay away from, but that wasn’t true.

He kept fucking into you until you were creaming onto his cock, his name falling like a prayer on your wet mouth, losing all your sanity and comprehension when he spills inside you, your cum dripping down your ass.

Yuta chuckled before leaning down to kiss his pretty girl, so good for him, but what they didn’t know was that the bad boy was just as good for you, and he never failed to make you feel good.

They called him a bad boy, labeled him all sorts of things, warned you so much of the dangers he brought.

Everyone was just simply unaware how he good he was for you.

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soulwillower · 3 years

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semi-charming • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x reader smut)

requested: Do you have any bill denbrough x reader’s that you have finished that can be posted? I really love your work I re read it like everyday lol :) + AKANSHAKAKMA U SHOULD POST THE BILL DENBROUGH HATE SMUT AHHHH + don’t be shy post the b.d hate smut 😀🔫🥰🌝

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warnings: drinking, mentions of weed, dorm living, almost-strangers hooking up, smut, choking (light), light spitting, a tiny bit of dirty talk, switch!bill, its kinda fluffy smut tbh, enemies-to-lovers but its so lowkey, kinda cute guys, neighbor-ish au,

(losers + reader are 19+.)

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the first time it happened, you wrote it off as unintentional.

it's happened to everyone: you're joking around with your roommate, or reaching over to grab your laptop, and you fall off your bed to the floor. you knock over your lamp or someone knocks over the handle that was sitting half-empty on the mini-fridge. the tile on the ground of the dorm rooms are hard and cold and don't do much to quiet the noise of anything, so you get that.

but whatever the hell was going on in the room above you was not that. it was three in the morning, and your head was spinning in that sickening way that only happens when you take too many drinks in a short time and find your way to bed for a few hours before being startled awake.

a loud thump made you jump in your bed, heart racing as you woke in surprise.

it was around twenty more loud thuds from your ceiling (in a span of barely two minutes) that you gathered the energy to slide out of your bed, sliding on your dorm slides and throwing on a shirt to cover your near naked body before storming into the hallway to climb the most challenging single story of stairs in your life, right to your upstairs neighbors' door.

your hand was banging on the door for a mere five seconds before the door swung open and a terribly confusing sight fell onto your eyes.

three boys who you've only ever seen in passing before in your dorm, all shirtless and heaving breaths. the one who answered the door, possibly bill or mike (judging by the stupid name tags on their door), has bright eyes and dark auburn hair that reflects in the dim light of the hall, backlit by the neon purple from inside the room. his sweaty bare abdomen made your eyes twitch as you glared at him, suddenly more irritated because he's kind of really hot and stupid and annoying, and you needed to sleep.

"hi.” he said casually, and you could tell he wasn’t entirely sober, either.

“so what is your fucking problem?" you said in lieu of a greeting, half-asleep and pissed beyond belief (also still drunk). the boy who answered the door raised his brows, head turning with a brow raised, as if to ask his buddies 'are they for real?' before turning back with a large, cocky smile, "pardon you? we already turned down the music."

you blinked, knowing you must have seemed so rude and looked insane but it was a weeknight and you had class in the morning, "wh- what, no- i'm not here about music. it's like three, you're slamming on the floor and i can hear it like i'm in a fucking tornado in my room below you so you need to knock it off."

then the other boy, further back with foggy glasses, started laughing. the other one laughed too, rubbing his neck sheepishly, still breathing heavy. "what the hell are you guys even doing in there?" you added, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"they were trying to bench press me. but then bill decided to start doing squat jumps onto his bed." the boy with glasses explained as he rubbed his chest, still concealed by the darkness of the room, illuminated only by the stupid LED neon lights that every single person in the dorms had lining their rooms. that explained the thudding.

"why." you'd deadpanned. you were too tired for this, but you'd wanted them to understand that it was keeping people up. "richie got us kicked out of Pike for stealing their doorknobs and pledge class photos." the third boy says, elbowing the boy, richie. "we felt like working out, but then richie said we couldnt press him, so..." he trails off at the look you give.

"you want my workout routine or something?" richie asks you. you sharply inhale and bill smiles, "well, if that's all, we'll be going. i've got one more rep to get in."

your eyes widened, jaw dropping at his words. he'd laughed, then, and your eyes couldn't stop as you stared at his sculpted abs flex in the light. god damn it.

"chill out, neighbor. sorry to wake you from your beauty sleep." he said as he noticed your look, and you wanted to fucking hit him.

you rolled your eyes, picking up on his facetious tone. "whatever. just knock it off. thanks," you'd griped, sarcastically smiling at them before trudging away towards the stairwell. and you'd caught it when bill muttered, "is now a bad time to assemble my ikea desk with my drill?"

you'd run into bill once again a few days after when you'd gone to use the bathroom on the floor above you where your friend lived, washing out the bowl you'd used for lunch. a 'shh!' had made your brows furrow as you'd walked in, not paying attention as you'd heard a shower stop and a girl laugh from the other side of the bathrooms.

but a deep voice grunting 'ow, fuck' made you freeze and then feel hot, wondering what kind of luck you have to be in the bathroom when some people were hooking up in the shower. but you're reminded that you had the worst luck when you go to leave the bathroom and two figures round the corner, hair soaking wet and hoods pulled over their heads. making eye contact with him, he must've seen how flustered and irritated you were, because he cracked a grin, "good to see you again, neighbor. you sleeping well these days?"

that was only a few days ago. you'd seen him in passing at a party at one of the frats, but had avoided any interaction with him after you saw him and his friend with the glasses snickering to themselves after sneaking looks to you. god, you didn't want to face them again - they were so mocking, so cocky.... so rude, and they made you feel like you were being insane just for wanting to have peaceful sleep. bill was not your favorite person.

but as bad as the first two experiences were, the third time you had the misfortune of interacting with bill, it was the worst.

your roommate was out for the weekend, and you'd found yourself stuck with your leg and ankle pinned between your heavy file cabinet under your bed and your bedframe, unable to scoot it over on your own to free your leg.

you were planning on relaxing tonight, after being stood up from a booty call hook up. you’re mad, frustrated, horny, and close to tears now that you’ve gotten yourself stuck pinned to your bed.

it’s nearly one in the morning, and nobody’s in the hall.

but then, bill walked past your open door as you struggled, and desperately you called, "hey!"

his double-take into your room, his head poking in, would have been charming if the face was anybody but him.

"what?" he asks, suddenly noticing it’s you. his voice is not charming and calm as you've seen him be with other peers, but in your stubborn mind, you convince yourself it’s fine; you don’t like him, either.

"i'm stuck, can you help?" you say despite your thoughts.

he sighs, dropping his backpack next to your bed and then tugging to try and move the cabinet.

"how did you do this?" he mutters as he pulls as hard as he can to pull it, but your shoe is too wedged diagonally against the floor, cabinet and frame. you sigh, "thought i could nudge it to the side with my toes, i dropped my dab through the crack."

he chuckles, trying to instead shove it backwards instead; to no avail. "smart girl." he says sarcastically, and you roll your eyes, trying to help him shove it. "what was the point of you keeping me up all fucking night if you aren't strong enough to move this shit?" you say, exasperated because it's starting to dig into your calf.

he stops, rolling his eyes at you. "has anyone ever told you that you can be a bit rude?" he asks, moving closer to you to try and push it away. you look down at him from where you stand, elbows on your mattress. "no. you're just a dick. fight fire with fire, or whatever." you mutter, face feeling hot.

you can't stop staring at his shoulders, his arms - they're so hot, the veins popping out of his hands and forearms, the smell of his aftershave wafting into your nose from where he kneels next to you.

he just hums. "i'm going to try to push your leg forward and then push the cabinet away." he states, and you nod, just wanted this nightmare to be over. you're still terribly embarrassed and the proximity to such a hot and confusingly irritating boy is making you lose your grip.

it takes a lot in you to not jolt when his warm hand wraps around your bare leg and starts to pull you, his strong hold on you making you tingle. "what's your name?" he asks, and you almost laugh as his grip on your thigh tightens, the feeling of his fingers wrapped around your skin making you hot. this is insane. "y/n." you struggle out, throat feeling dry - there's no reason his hand needs to be so high up on your leg, but some part of you really wants it. "it says that on my door." you say breathlessly.

whatever he was going to reply with is cut off as he tries to readjust his grip on you and the cabinet, but his hand slides up and grazes the skin near the apex of your thigh, coaxing a sharp gasp to fall from your mouth.

he turns red, looking up at you, "god, sorry." he mutters, and you bite your lip, unable to look away.

you kind of forget to say anything, stuck staring at him, heart thumping as wetness pools between your legs just from this boy's touch. god, you've got to get laid.

his arm is wrapped around the onside of your leg, thumb reaching higher on your thigh than his other fingers, and for a moment you hesitate before deciding to go for it: you drop your hand hand to his hair, pulling lightly as you 'steady yourself,' smirking as you feel his shaky breath against your thigh.

you don't even care about getting unstuck now, all you can think about is being fucked into the mattress by this asshole boy from the fourth floor. you’re not sure where this feeling came from.

when he finally pushes the cabinet away, causing you to stumble to catch your ground. he helps you get the cart and then push the cabinet back, awkward small talk making you want to die. "why were you down here anyways?" you ask, rubbing your leg. "mike kicked me out to be with a girl and all my friends are out for tonight." he sighs, rubbing his neck. "i have to do homework tonight, just going to find somewhere quiet to get it done."

"that's surprisingly responsible." you say, looking at him wearily. he gives you an annoyed look, "what's that supposed to mean?" you roll your eyes, "you don't seem particularly academically motivated." you state, unsure if you're coming across as flirtatious or just a dick. he gives you a look as he moves to grab his things from next to your bed. "you seem more pleasure motivated."

you catch your mistake immediately - and he does, too, smirking. you stutter to fix it, "don't be gross." you defend weakly.

he's biting his lip and something rumbles in your chest, flames in your abdomen. it's hard to gauge if you don't like him or if you do. maybe you're just horny.

"i thought you were cute, you know, until you showed up at three in the morning to chew me out." he mutters, eyebrows raised, "i get that that was annoying, but it was a saturday. everyone was drunk, i don't get why you are still being a bitch." his face drops when he says that, as if he didn't mean to say it at all, but he doesn't take it back. you shrug, not too offended. he kind of has a point, "i don't get why you have to make everything so much harder than it has to be. doesn't matter how hot you are, i don't have to like you, you know." you say, crossing your arms with a smirk.

"believe me, i'd rather you not like me." he says, smile on his face troubling. you look at him, trying to gauge why you're feeling so flustered, why you want to jump his bones right now no matter how annoying he is. "then why haven't you left yet?" you challenge. you figure if you're reading his actions wrong, this gives him an out.

"because i kind of want to fuck you now." he says boldly. you just smirk, walking towards where he sits on your desk chair, lowering yourself to straddle him. he looks up at you, eyes large and mischievous as he pulls you down on him all the way, your hips grinding lightly. "i think you want to fuck me always." you whisper, lips hovering above his, teasing. you're eating up all his attention, soaking it up and savoring the way he watches you.

you boldly snake your hand down between the two of you, lips still refusing to touch his, your hand starting to tease his clothed cock as it hardens under your palm. you stroke him as you lean, almost kissing him before pulling away. he glares at you.

then you move your hips, the tension in your room killing you. he lets out a half-moan, causing you to buck your hips again, relishing in the pleasure it gives you. he leans forward, trying to catch your lips, but your hand catches his chest, your lips just centimeters from his own. "fuck you, y/n." he says, fed up with your teasing as his hands squeeze your ass, moving to the bottom of your thighs and then rising with surprising ease, holding you against him and making your heart thump in shock. he takes four long strides towards your bed, tossing you on it. you grin, expecting for him to climb onto you, but instead he's walking towards your door, making your heart quicken. is he leaving?

he slams your door shut, though, and it makes you smirk as he clicks the lock. you're on your back, the sight of him upside down making you bite your lip, eyes nearly even with the bulge in his sweatpants.

he walks up to you, and you eye him as he bends forward, hand catching your chin, holding your head forward with a strength you didn't expect. "look at me." he says suddenly. you blink, feeling hot as you stare into his eyes.

"don't tease me." he says, and you swallow, heart racing in excitement. "okay." you croak, and it seems to satisfy him because he tilts your neck from here he holds your neck and chin, kissing you soundly on your lips. you feel on fire at his touch, squirming as you slip your hands into his hair - it's making you so needy that he's holding you, almost trapped on the mattress, kissing him upside down.

he pulls away and you flip around, allowing for him to climb onto the bed, barely enough time before you pull him in for another kiss, this one heated and desperate.

he bites marks on your neck as your hands palm him, pushing your own thighs together in need. slowly, you push him down against your mattress and sling a leg over his hip, moving to straddle him. his hands find your hips easily, looking at you like you're the only thing ever worth looking at; your breath leaves your lungs and you steady yourself, the reality of how fucking beautiful bill is hitting you at once.

you pull his shirt off, yours coming off, leaving you in just your shorts and underwear. he palms your tits, pinching your nipple as you grind down against his cock, whimpering at the feeling of his pants against your clothed clit. "if only you'd come up to my room like this." he says, and you snap your eyes to his, seeing the teasing grin but glaring at him. "maybe you would've been nicer to me if you knew how good i'd make you feel." he whispers as you resume your hip's movement, "shut up, bill." you hiss. he laughs, his thumb making contact with your clit takes you by surprise and you jump a bit, moaning quietly as your eyes close in pleasure.

"take these off." he mutters into your mouth as you bite his bottom lip. you take off your shorts, quickly resuming your spot straddling him, his lips trailing from your breasts to your throat and then your mouth again, grinding against him in need. he toys with your slit over your panties before he pulls them slowly to the side, spreading your juices on his long fingers, humming as he brings his fingers to his lips, watching you as he licks his fingers. you nearly moan, impatient enough that you kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips faintly; "do you want me?" you whisper against his lips.

"i wish i didn't," he says, "but yes. do you want to do this?"

you're breathless, beside yourself with need, "yes." you say quickly, tugging his sweats off and tossing them to the floor. "fuck you, by the way." you spit, flipping him off. he grins and it's fucking beautiful, his smirk, his red cheeks, heaving chest. budding hickeys bloom over his neck and chest as he catches your hand, tugging you forward over him, whispering, "you're about to."

you roll your eyes, ignoring the butterflies in your chest, hand falling over his as he pumps himself. your thumb swipes over his tip, spreading his precum before opening the condom he'd pulled out of his pocket (you don't even want to know why he brought one with him to study) and roll it onto his cock.

and then you’re pushing aside your panties and stabilizing yourself on bill’s chest. you line yourself up on him and look to him for one last confirmation. he nods, “quick fucking around, babe.” he says, but his voice sounds desperate and his cheeks are flushed and you let out a strangled moan as you sink onto him, the nickname making your stomach flutter. you have to stay and give yourself time to adjust to his size, his moans swallowed by your own mouth as your tongue swipes his. his hands roam your body, squeezing your hips, your ass, your breasts and then rising to cup your neck and back.

“shit, bill.” you whimper as you slowly start to move up and down. his eyes fall shut in pleasure and his head tilts back, exposing the entire expanse of his throat for you to claim, his hands falling to your hips. your eyes watch his thin necklace shine in the faint light from your lamp and he's filling you up perfectly.

he looks like fucking heaven.

you kiss his neck lightly as you pick up the pace, bouncing on him steadily as his fingers grip the sides of your thighs.

“fuck, y/n.” he whispers, staring at you with his lips caught between his teeth. the feeling of him stretching inside you and hitting the perfect spot has your legs shaking already, breathing heavily. he’s soon surging up, kissing you deeply as groans fall from his lips, his arms rising to your waist to hold you as you move.

"you're much better when you're not talking." you mutter as you fuck yourself on him, moving your hips as you bounce. he rolls his eyes, "i'd fuck you every day if it meant you wouldn't come ruin my fun every night." he quips back, eyes challenging. and your hand rises to squeeze around his throat, at first as a joke, but then he smiles brightly, a smirk that stirs something in you and you squeeze ever so slightly, the feeling of his pulse making you moan.

his smirk sends butterflies through your stomach, pleasure swirling in your core. but then his own hand rises to your own throat, squeezing lightly.

you moan, unable to keep it together. "you think two can't play this game, y/n? it's like you don't know me." he tuts, seemingly pleased as you're flushing, gasping as your legs stutter, his hips moving up to meet yours, strokes hitting you deep. “i don’t,” you whisper, and he hums.

your legs stutter after one particularly satisfying thrust and he grabs your hips, lifting slightly and biting his lip as he starts to thrust up into you. “oh, my god,” you moan as he hits your g spot and he curses under his breath.

your hand comes up to rest on the wall behind him as you meet each other half way, hitting a spot deep inside you that has you moaning his name loud enough for anyone to hear. you hope to god your next door neighbors are out.

he presses his lips to yours and you know its to get you to stop being so loud - it makes your toes curl in pleasure. then his thumb snakes its way to your lips, his grin widening when your lips immediately part and suck on the finger, humming around it as your hand rests on his neck, the other over his abs as you bounce.

"so pretty like this, y/n." he leans up, then, sitting up more and changing the angle, making you gasp with a moan as his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to his face with the hand on your face. he pulls his thumb from your mouth with a light pop, your legs barely riding him at your proximity, instead steady on his hips, his cock warm and stretching you. "do you think you'd look pretty under me?" he asks. you swallow, moving your hips again and sliding on his cock, movements making you stare at him, pleasure building.

"i think you would." he whispers, hand still on your neck. you whimper a bit, sliding off of him, allowing him to climb over you, kissing you soundly before pulling you to the edge of your bed, legs hanging off as he stands in front of you. lifting one leg, he kisses your knee and holds it up as he teases your slit with his cock before sliding into you again, causing you to let out a loud moan, his own melding with yours.

your eyes roll back at the new angle, legs shaking as his fingers dig into your thigh. “wanna see your f-face when i make you cum.“ he mutters, hand rising to thumb your lip, dragging your bottom lip down.

"you think you're gonna make me cum?" you bite, knowing no man you've been with has been able to.

you watch as his eyes admire the half-lids of your eyes, the blissed, fucked-out look on your face. your chest is littered in blossoming hickes, varying from pink to dark red and slightly purple already.

he says nothing in response to you, but pulls your leg further open, spitting down onto your cunt, making you moan lightly, the action being terribly sexy. his thumb finds your clit and starts to rub perfectly in counteraction to his thrusts, his lips finding your nipple.

you gasp in pleasure, panting as you start to wonder if he really is going to make you cum. then his thumb rubs circles on your clit and as he presses lightly, you can’t hold off any longer. “fuck,” you hiss as you hit your peak, your orgasm making your legs shake. you can’t help it, gasping and bucking your hips as you clench against his cock in bliss, your orgasm causing you to tug his hair in ecstasy. “so pretty.” he mutters against your neck, pressing kisses to it as you’re moaning and arching your back. "so good, cumming for me." he says cockily. you're panting as you whisper, "shut up," his hips still pounding into yours.

“god, you're such a sweet talker.” he mutters sarcastically as you look at him desperately, his eyes fall shut in bliss, a deep groan leaving his lips, you can tell he's close.

"and you're such a gentleman." you jest back, pulling him closer by his shoulders, eyes shutting in bliss. he hums, strokes getting sloppier, "i let you cum first, didn't i?" he counters.

you huff a laugh, something in your heart twinging in affection. you kiss him so you don't say something stupid, moving your hips with his. a few strokes and he's pulling you closer to him by your back, whimpering into your mouth, “y/n, fuck.” beautiful moans fall from his cherry colored lips as he cums, and you just stare at him in awe, surprised by how hot it is as he says your name. he rides his high and then falls off of you, onto the mattress between you and the wall.

"hey," he says after a few moments of you both catching your breaths, your hands overlapping on your stomach but not nearly holding hands. it makes you feel warm in a weird way. excited, nervous.

"what?" you ask, turning to stare into his eyes. he smirks, "you think we woke up the downstairs neighbors?" he whispers, eyes alight with tease.

you shove him, smothering him with a pillow while he laughs, pulling you onto him.

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a-court-of-messy-break-ups · 2 years

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CONFESSIONS [incomplete]

;ft. tamlin, a court of thorns and roses

;themes. romance, gender-neutral reader, childhood friends to lovers troupe, slight angst

;timeline. tamlin when he was still a teen but he's childhood besties with lucien and reader, and everything is peaceful

;plot summary. reader confesses their feelings to tamlin

;word count. 651

;note. this may be horrible because it's been so long since ive written something outside of an essay so this is mostly a test to see if im still good, reblogs and comments are appreciated. and you might wanna listen to 'you are in love' by taylor swift while reading this.

—Tamlin wasn't the type to never get asked out, in fact out of all his siblings he was the one with the most admirers seeing as he was a lot more in touch with the people. So it wasn't new to him whenever he'd get a letter of some sort asking him out on a date, though he'd usually decline, this one was different.

He studied the contents of it over and over again, his face growing red at each word, though he was fairly popular among the people he was still very awkward and had no clue how to interact with most of them. He never understood why so many liked him, especially now that you've practically confessed your feelings. He was confused, scared but happy.

And he'd never expect you of all people to like him, he thought you'd fallen for Lucien seeing as he always caught the two of you whispering in the corner, but that wasn't the case. You liked him and as that sank in a warm flutter erupted inside his heart, as he held your letter with a smile.

—You paced around the grounds, a bouquet in hand as you waited for your friend meanwhile Lucien sat on the sides watching you with much judgment. "Will you relax? I'm sure he'll come any minute now," he says, you continued pacing as nerves came through your body at the thought of Tamlin ghosting you, you'd snuck into his room while Lucien had taken him out for a ride leaving nothing but a letter.

Pouring your feelings into that simple piece of parchment had been a lot harder than you'd anticipated. You felt like crying after what you'd done settled into you, a part of you regrets it severely but a very small, nearly nonexistent part was relived you'd finally confessed to Tamlin.

So you waited, you wrote a specific time and location as to where you two would meet if ever his feelings were the same meanwhile Lucien lazily looked at you as he continued on with how he knows Tamlin liked you even more than you did him, "Just calm down y/n, you're gonna end up ruining those flowers you got him." he sighed sitting up straight. "I'm gonna go hideout for a while, good luck with him."

Your heart pounded, "Right..." he waved a mock salute "You've got this." Lucien turned around his figure fading as he walked off the clearing into the woods, you took a deep breath as you waited for your best friend. And you stood there, silently in the place where you'd fallen in love with him.

You still remember the day it clicked. Tamlin had found you crying again, and you remembered the panic expression on his face as he tried to make you feel better.

How it was the first time you saw him so worried, his touch growing warm as he held you close, letting you sob silently and finally he'd relax when you'd start to smile again wiping your tears away with a comforting grin.

You were so scared of losing that, of losing him, thorns began to prick up the edge of your skin, as a silent shake shot through your heart. What if you already did? you shook that thought away, there's no way Tamlin would leave you like this, But what if he did? you've spent so much time trying to put your feelings into words but the thoughts ran through your mind like arrows.

What if you lost him?

What if he feels uncomfortable?

Does he really love you?

Tamlin is kind to everyone,

Tamlin cares about everyone,

Tamlin is loved by everyone,

How are you different?

Taking in a shaky breath you tried to calm down, the assumptions shooting through your mind and straight into your heart. You were in love with him, and that had scared you so much.

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pjisskullourful · 3 years

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𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓼

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🌼Damiano X reader

part1 of ??

NSFW! 🔥 smuttastic kinky swearing smut

° Damiano David X female reader insert

° anon request: i was wondering if you could do a corruption kink fic with damiano and a female reader. [ask & it shall be given- requests are open]

° wordcount:3,870

• well this idea really & quickly caught fire in my mind- idk how many parts there are gonna be, i've got a list of kinky ideas & imma just work my way through them & post them when i feel like it • this is my 3rd request & theyve all been dami so i guess this is the lane im in

[im working on part3 gay enough lots&lots- im about halfway through- currently at over 4k words]

It had started with anal - your first experience. You weren't a virgin when you met Damiano, barely. You'd had a couple of boyfriends during high school - clumsy fumblings that had failed to bring any sustained heat.

Damiano wasn't the same breed of amateur you had experienced. Dating for 4 months, you had been consumed by his fiery passion, gaining access to incredible heights of toe-curling pleasure.

You were already under his spell by the time he asked if you wanted to try something new - specifically, anal sex. You trusted him, more excited than anxious and he had taken his time with you, going through the many steps of preparation, the foreplay going on for much longer than usual - until you were thoroughly aroused and relaxed. It was his most explosive orgasm, leaving you completely floored. Your own pleasure was heightened by his joyful reaction, getting off by hearing his climax, by feeling the strong tremors in his body.

You had left some spots of blood on the bed sheets that night (Google assured you this was normal and Damiano apologised, instantly taking a concerned interest in how to best speed up the healing process), but you didn't care. You were in even deeper after that, obsessed with finding the next way to make him come, to bring new responses from him.

And he wanted more too. Having the honour of being the first person to fuck you in the ass had driven him wild. He had come to you later that week and asked if there were more things you were willing to try with him, more first times he could claim from you. You agreed, that mischievous glint in his brown eyes could probably get you agreeing to anything.

He launched into a list (completely memorised in his head, not having to read it off of his phone and barely pausing). There were plenty of times when you had to ask for clarity, bombarded by terms you had never heard before. He didn't mock, answering every question, intermittently squeezing your hand. Hot-faced, you had agreed, now that you knew about these things, your curiosity over them could only be satisfied by experience.

"We should figure out a safe word…" He said.

"Pumpkin?"

He narrowed his eyes at you, then glanced over his shoulder at the decorated bookshelf. "Are you just saying that 'cause there's a jack-o'-lantern right there?"

You smiled shyly. "Maybe… But it's not the kind of thing we usually say, especially not in bed."

"You don't wanna pick something else? Something shorter, like cake?"

"Well, I dunno, it's not like I came prepared, I didn't even know this conversation was coming."

He grinned, leaning into you and placing a kiss upon your shoulder. "And that's the hottest part. This just isn't the kind of thing you've thought about and I'm just filling your mind with the filthiest shit."

"You really are."

"You know, there's actually a kink around this kind of thing…" He lightly traced his fingers down your wrist. "It's called a corruption kink, and it's exactly how it sounds. And I really wanna do it to you. Do you think maybe…?"

"Aren't we already?"

"Pretty much, yeah. But, we could make it official, if you want to. You could be my little toy to corrupt and I could be your master." It was hard to identify the cause of all this sudden heat pooling between your thighs - was it his smile, was it his hands, was it his words, was it all the undiscovered desires? "Only if you want to baby, you're really the one in charge here and I promise you, I won't be disappointed no matter what you say. We don't have to do anything you're not interested in."

You licked your lips. "Would I call you Master?"

His grin widened. "If you want to…"

You put your hand to the back of his neck, lightly scratching over his scalp. "But I already know how much you like it when I call you Daddy."

"I do. But you could call me both."

"And what would you call me?"

"I hadn't really put any thought into that yet…"

"Well, you should start thinking about it…" You leaned into him, bumping your nose against his. You looked down to his lips, but hesitated from kissing him. "Master."

He grabbed the side of your head and brought your mouth to his, hungrily capturing your lips in a hot kiss. You sucked in a quick, excited breath and curled a hand around his shirt. When your mouth fell slack, he took this opportunity to slide his tongue in, immediately making you moan.

He pushed his body into yours, easing you back against the couch. You wrapped your arms around him, feeling him place his knee onto the cushion next to you.

With his body so easily overpowering yours, you felt that giddy tingling flooding your senses. His unpredictability was instantly exciting. Your thoughts were filled with the words he had just said, all of the new kinks were racing through your mind, making you feel dizzy.

"Maybe I could call you my little pet, but would you be as obedient as a puppy?"

You nodded as he put a hand to your throat. "Yes, Master, I can be."

"Hmm. That's not really pretty enough for you, is it?" He ran a finger over your bottom lip as he considered other options. "What about kitten? That's better, eh?"

"I love it." You said.

"My pretty little kitty. My sex kitten."

He ghosted his mouth over yours, making you whine when his lips didn't touch upon yours. He applied a squeeze to your throat, not enough to inhibit your breathing. You enjoyed the feeling of the cool metal of his rings pressed against your skin.

"I wanna own you." He said.

"You already do." You didn't dare raise your voice above a whisper. The intense look in his eyes had your heart pounding.

"I wanna put my marks all over you."

He held your neck a bit tighter and involuntarily, you twitched. You held your breath, hoping you hadn't done the wrong thing, your nerves were so tightly wound that you weren't sure you had the ability to hold still.

"I want to cover your fuckin' skin in my lust."

"Yes please."

"I like when you ask so nicely, such a polite little thing." He said, his mouth still so temptingly close without touching. "And I've got you right where I want you."

His hold on your throat increased and you were breathless when he finally kissed you again. You put your hands on his back, trying to keep him from moving away. Your legs had fallen apart, desperate for him to have you right here on the couch, in the living room where you had been watching a documentary minutes ago. Even though his hand kept a consistent pressure on your neck, it was your clothes that were too tight for you.

"You know, I don't know how much I approve of you getting to have free reign of these naughty hands…" He said, hands going to your wrists. "I don't want you getting any ideas of doing whatever you want."

He shifted back a little, releasing your hands so that he could start unbuckling his belt. Your pussy was throbbing, so desperate for his attention.

"Actually, you'll have to take your top off first."

You crossed your arms over yourself, grabbing the hem of your tank top and yanking it up. You pulled yourself free of it, no other layers needing to be shed, as you had neglected to put a bra on for this day at home.

"Put your wrists together, out in front of you." He said from his spot kneeling in front of you.

You did as you were told and he started to wind the leather strap around your wrists, pinning them together. He fastened it in place, leaving you with some wiggle room, but not enough to pull your hands free.

"Is that okay, little kitty? No pain?"

"It's fine." You said.

"Great, now you sit here and wait while I get a condom. You're not allowed to move, is that clear?" He asked, standing up.

"Yes, Master."

He left for where you kept the condoms, in the bathroom. You waited, feeling your stomach clench and a wobble in your knees. You wanted to take your shorts off, wanted to separate the sticky panties from your cunt.

You tried to catch your breath, shutting your eyes in an attempt to regain some of your composure - you didn't want to come too quickly, undoubtedly that would displease him.

It was rare that the two of you participated in anything resembling a quickie - usually this occurred after he had been away for a few days, both of you filled with a pent-up need for release.

His preferred practice was to take his time, warming you up so thoroughly. He would work carefully, giving all of your most sensitive zones the attention they craved. Then after your climax, he would tease out every aftershock, letting each one be a monumental event all its own. You had never been taken care of in such an in-depth manner before.

You opened your eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. You bit into your bottom lip as you watched minutes tick by. Then it dawned on you, he was doing this on purpose. It had never taken him this long to fetch a condom before, even if he had to jump in the car to purchase a new pack. He was keeping you suspended in this tense moment.

You could feel the blood rushing to your lip as you kept it snagged between your teeth. Just as the blood was pumping to keep your nipples harder than anything in the world.

You breathed a heavy sigh of relief when he came strolling back into the room. He was already naked and your heart did its biggest leap yet, your throat clenching. You wanted all of him all at once, as insatiable as you had been the first time.

"Hi Daddy…"

He walked back over to the couch and sat down next to you. Your fingers were knotted together, you were full of trembles as you looked at him.

He reached out, putting his hands to the waistband of your shorts. He was leaning close to you, smiling at the sound of your every skipped breath. He tugged the pants down with your wet underwear quickly following suit.

"Come here pretty kitty." He beckoned with a curling of his finger. "Come and sit in my lap."

There was a length of the belt that hadn't been secured to his tying and he grabbed this, using it almost like a leash to bring you closer with a pull.

You did as you were told, approaching and then putting one leg across his lap, prepared to mount him.

He put a hand on your stomach, stopping you. "Nope, facing away from me."

You repositioned, guided by his hands on your hips. You put your back to him, your sweaty thighs pressed against his lap. He kissed your shoulder, shifting beneath you until you could feel his tip.

"Pretty kitty." He whispered, pushing up and into your wet cunt, which stretched to welcome him in where he fit so perfectly.

Your toes curled and he put his hand back to your makeshift binds. His other hand went to your cunt, massaging your folds. You pressed your sweaty palms together and began to roll your hips, only a little at first, hesitant to try something without his permission. You were clenched tightly around his cock, feeling that glorious friction building.

He put his mouth back to your shoulder, with more intensity than before, sucking on the skin. At the same time, his fingers pushed between your folds and found your clitoris - slick, pulsing.

His teeth set into your skin and he moaned. He encouraged your movements, rolling his hips into yours to increase this power. He was hitting in deeper, very easily pushing you to your edge.

He was making quick movements against your clit, making you twitch as the nerves danced wildly. He rubbed up-and-down, knowing that there wasn't any technique required when you were already so aroused.

"Ung." Your legs were shaking uncontrollably and your head fell back, resting on his shoulder. With your jaw hanging slack, your chest heaved, lungs greedily sucking in air.

"You're so close, I can feel it."

"Yes Daddy, yes."

"I'm close too."

"Yes…"

He pumped up into you, an unrelenting energy as he chased a release for the two of you. You could feel every sensation of his dick moving in your tight pussy, drawing a reaction from each part of you. The movements of his fingers weren't as easy to keep track of, it was too fast - it had become a blur of unbelievable pleasure.

You were grinding down into him even harder, no fluidity left in your movements. Your gyrations were jerky as you were so desperate for your climax.

"You want it so bad, don't you?" You could hear the amusement in his voice, all you could do was exhale, words were beyond you at this point. "Tell your Master how much you want it."

You held your eyes shut, not sure how to talk. "I- I- it's not a want, it's- uh- I need it, I need- unf, I need it, please." You had raised your hands up to your face, pressing the heels of your palms against your forehead. "Please, I need it."

He removed his hand from your cunt, moving both to your hips and pushing you forward, off of his dick.

It all happened so fast, you wouldn't be surprised if it caused whiplash. You turned to look at him. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." He said simply, nudging your back. "I just want to give you a little orgasm delay. It'll make it better later, I promise."

You were dumbfounded, the only thing you knew to do was to trust him. "Okay…"

"And I wanna come first." He said. "It sets a good standard for our new hierarchy, don't you think?" You nodded breathlessly. "Put my cock in your mouth and make me come." He was pushing you forward and you realised he was trying to get you onto the ground. "And then maybe I'll think about it being your turn…"

You got onto your knees in front of the couch, with him instantly spreading his thighs to make room for you. He released his dick from the latex covering, all the while staring intensely at you. You felt like you were under a spell, so far removed from everything but his pleasures.

He had relinquished his hold on the belt around your hands, allowing you to find a comfortable sitting position. His hands had moved to the back of your head, his muscles flexed in a tension that made you think you'd soon be feeling all of his power.

You put your lips to his bare tip, the moisture immediately coating your lips. You paused, taking a moment to sit up and meet his eye. You thoroughly licked your lips, making a moan to let him know how much you liked it.

Watching this made him huff and you felt him grip your head tighter. "In your mouth."

You returned your lips to his tip and flicked your tongue up, making him twitch. You moved your mouth forward with him bucking the whole way into your awaiting warmth.

You put your tongue to his shaft, massaging and exploring. He moaned, gyrating his hips a little and releasing heavy sighs. Listening to him sent even more wet heat directly to your cunt, which felt like it was buzzing with desire.

You found a slow, sloppy rhythm of moving up-and-down his cock, which brought louder sounds from him. You were building and he allowed you to do so.

With him tended to at the moment, you let your focus drift to your own current needs. You moved your hands into your lap, adjusting them against the binds.

Your clit was still feeling tender after his earlier enthusiastic doting upon it. You shivered at the first touch of your finger nudging against it. You were so tightly coiled, so ready to reach your climax.

You worked two more fingers down, speeding up on his dick at the same time. You had started to rock a little from side-to-side, letting this movement increase the heavy pleasure needing to be released.

You tried to hollow your cheeks, to create a greater suction around him - but your breath kept skipping. Your circling around your clit was pushing you closer to the edge and you couldn't keep yourself from rocking into it.

"Wh-what are you doing with your hands down there?" Damiano asked, sitting forward.

You let his cock fall from your mouth and lifted your hands from your pussy. You were looking at his pearl necklace, rather than meeting his eye.

He moved even further forward, grabbing at the belt and pulling your hands up. You dropped your head, biting your bottom lip.

"Who said that you could play with your pussy?" He asked.

Your gut clenched. "I- no- nobody did."

"Exactly, 'cause it's not your turn right now." There wasn't any slack left in the belt, your arms stretched straight up. "I'm gonna keep these naughty hands up here.

"All I'm gonna do to you is make you wait for your orgasm, 'cause this is a learning stage for you and I'm generous…" You could hear how displeased he was and you trembled, marvelling at how naturally he had stepped into this role. It suited him perfectly and your heart raced to know how it would be to feel all of his wrath. "But bad kittens - they get punished. And I can't guarantee that next time you misbehave, I won't show you the same amount of grace."

You kept your head down to keep secret the smile on your face. Your mind raced through the rolodex of new terms he had just shared with you and you knew that you wanted to experience all of them, to be gifted with these experiences.

This darker side of him was getting you high and you wondered why he hadn't established this dynamic sooner.

"Now, make me come."

There was a sense of urgency to the task now as blood raced to your arms, where your elbows shook. You lolled your tongue out, tasting his dick again before drawing your mouth back to it. He thrusted into you, ready to spill himself into you. You knew that there wasn't any time for sloppy work now.

You pushed your mouth down, letting your lips brush over his entire length. You slithered your tongue around his shaft, creating greater friction as you began to work back-and-forth. His taste was coating your tongue more and he was moaning out your name.

He overpowered your rhythm, rocking into his own pace. Your arms were shaking wildly and you did your best to meet every one of his thrusts. He put his leg around your shoulders, pulling you in closer so that all of your senses were overwhelmed by him.

"Fuck yes, oh God, fuck, fuck." He sputtered out and you felt his hot wet climax hitting the back of your throat.

He bit into your fingers, moaning around the digits as he drew out the rest of his orgasm with a few last lazy thrusts.

You retracted back, gasping for air. He slumped back onto the couch but didn't release your hands yet. Your arms were beginning to sting from the effort.

"Oh, good kitty…" He sighed. "Come back up here." He gave the belt a tug and you hissed at the dart of pain this caused.

You clumsily made your way onto the couch, wishing you could wipe your chin on the back of your hand, or anything. You were relieved to pull your arms down, to rest them by your sides again.

The afterglow was present on his face - a rose in each cheek, his lids heavy and a smile on his lips. He relaxed his hold on the belt somewhat, holding on to just the tail and allowing you some control over your hands. You wiped over your face, collecting the mixture of drool and his cum from your chin.

You whined in response to him reaching for your pussy. His smile grew wider when he discovered how wet you still were.

He curled his fingers up, reaching between your pulsing folds. His hot finger brushed over your clit and your heart leapt. Your thighs floated further apart and you were filled with happiness when he kept going. It was slower than before but it was enough to make you feel like you were sinking, the pleasure engulfing you.

"You don't have to wait any longer, baby, you can come."

You slumped forward, your head resting against his shoulder. Your breathing was laboured and you had begun to rock into his hand. His fingers glided over your wetness, pressing a bit harder and bringing tremors through your body.

You let out a long whine when his finger pushed inside of you. You were already still warmed-up from before, your walls clenching around him, drawing him in deeper. He added another finger, stretching you out as he began to stroke.

"Aah." Your toes curled when he employed his other hand, using these fingers to play with your clitoris.

He found the perfect harmony of stimulation, bringing a drastic increase to your arousal. You squeezed your eyes shut and rolled forward harder. Behind your closed lids, you saw stars bursting to life. Your hands clasped together, your entire body vibrating to the rhythm he was setting.

"Oh Daddy…" You suddenly hit a higher pitch as you were sent shuddering into your orgasm.

You collapsed against him, the excited tingles racing through your body. Your muscles twitched and you felt all of the strength leave your body.

You were lost in the glorious afterglow for a few moments.

The feeling that you next noticed was your hands falling apart, your wrists released from the belt. But you didn't really need that mobility at present.

He pulled your body closer and you curled into his side, feeling his arms wrap around you. He stroked your hair and pressed soft, sweet kisses across your forehead. This delicate, affectionate side was so pleasant and immediately inviting. You wanted to stay like this forever, listening to him panting, just the same as you.

"How do you feel?" He asked quietly.

You smiled and reached out, caressing his chest. "Happy to be your kitten."

"Honestly? I need to know the truth. This can never work if you're dishonest with me."

You raised your head and met his eye, seeing the serious look on his face. "Honestly. I'm not hurt in any way, I'm not upset. I loved it and I want more. I want you to corrupt me, right down to my core - change me, teach me, take all of my firsts."

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London Boy - Part 3: I like girls that dance

summary: It’s your first night out and your first real introduction to Westheath. Rafe is quick to find his way on your radar.

pairing: Rafe x reader (slowburn)

warnings: swearing, drinking

word count: 4.6k

a/n: the way I’m imagining Jack Harlow as I write Liam 😩✋also, im pulling these chapter titles out of my ass - but actually tho, go listen to Girls That Dance by Masego

Part 1 Part 2

Despite your doubts, you put on the sheer top and the black mini skirt Millie and Olivia had insisted you wear. Your favorite pregame playlist plays as you do your makeup in the mirror. You move as quickly as you can, in desperate need of a shot to calm your nerves before your flat fills with people. You’re also nervous about seeing Rafe after that encounter in the kitchen you just had.

As you run your fingers through your hair and put on your earrings, all you can see is his stupid (and annoyingly attractive) face, staring down at you with that dumb backwards cap, telling you that you guys should watch Game of Thrones together. Every time your mind starts to think if that means something, you quickly shut down the thought. Of course it doesn’t mean anything. Just because a boy wants to watch a show with you does not automatically mean he wants you or that this was going to turn into some kind of Netflix and chill situation. Or was this gonna be a Netflix and chill situation? I mean it was Rafe Cameron after all, the boy certainly had a reputation. But then again, hadn’t he just showed you that he’s different from what you had expected? Oh god this was all too much to think about right now, you needed a shot. Stat.

“Y/N!” Olivia shouts, swinging the door to your room open right on cue. “Oh. My. God. You look so hot!” she exclaims. “Here, this is for you,” she extends a shot glass toward you with a devilish grin.

“Oh god what is it,” you grimace. Shots always seemed like a better idea in theory than in practice.

“Try it and find out,” she smirks. You sigh and send the liquid to the back of your throat, immediately cringing at the sting of raspberry vodka, Olivia bringing a cup of cranberry juice to your mouth to chase.

“Don’t worry love, a few more and you won’t even taste it. Now come on,” she laughs, dragging you with her to the kitchen. The rest of your flatmates are already there, Millie bopping along to the music, giggling at whatever Topper is saying, Rafe standing close by sipping his drink.

“Y/n you hottie!” Millie cheers, looking up as you make your way into the kitchen. You pray to god your cheeks aren’t turning pink. You don’t dare turn your head, but you know Rafe is staring at you. If you looked at him now you’d be crimson for sure.

“Alright everybodyyy,” Olivia begins, pouring the same raspberry vodka into the five shot glasses she has lined up on the table. You can’t help but laugh at her infectious energy, this girl is nothing if not the life of the party.

“Cheers to our first night out as flat mates! Wooo!!!” she exclaims, as everyone grabs a shot glass from the table, Rafe instinctively passing you one, hands briefly touching during the exchange and again as you all clink your glasses. You down the contents, unsure if the heat forming in your chest is from the vodka or the feeling of Rafe’s passing touch.

Pretty soon people start to arrive, Olivia and Millie making sure to introduce everyone. The flat becomes a blur of bodies drinking, dancing, and mingling about, and somehow, despite it all, Rafe Cameron is the person you find yourself standing with. There was something magnetic about him that you couldn’t quite understand, but it kept drawing you near.

“What are you drinking tonight Cameron,” you nod at the cup in his hand.

“Jack and coke. Of course,” he scoffs with subtle sarcasm, which you instantly pick up on.

“Not straight whiskey? Wow. That’s not very Figure 8 of you,” you admonish playfully.

“Straight whiskey? L/n who do you think I am?” he twists his face in mock disbelief. “But I’m game to do a shot if you are,” he adds.

“Hmm that does-“ you begin, but you’re quickly cutoff.

“Y/n, babe, if I had known you’d be here I would’ve came sooner,” Liam greets you with a kiss on the cheek and a cheeky smile.

“Now how on earth do you two know each other,” Millie asks, walking in line with the boy.

“Umm,” you chuckle nervously. You could not have possibly felt more awkward at the conversation unfolding in front of you, Rafe standing by as witness to it all. “He’s that boy I went to the bar with the other night,” you explain sheepishly.

“That was Liam!? Chrissake. Well I apologize on his behalf for anything he said or did.”

“Hey I’ll have you know I’m a proper gentleman!” he defends, throwing you a wink as Millie rolls her eyes. Just at that moment, another group of people walk in through the door, conveniently coming to Rafe’s rescue.

“Rafe!” a girl calls and he clears his throat excusing himself, Millie following suit to greet the latest batch of guests. You watch as he leans in for a hug with the girl who’s just called his name. She’s twirling her hair and batting her eyes, confident, flirty, gorgeous - just his type. A sick feeling pools in your stomach, you don’t even realize you’re staring.

“Lily Colts, if that’s what you’re wondering,” Liam informs you as he takes the now empty spot next to you.

“Oh, um no, I was just uh-“

“It’s okay Y/n, I get it. So flatmate huh” he laughs, unbothered.

“No no it’s not like that at all I uh-”

“Alright. Y/n,” he says, jumping up to sit on the counter behind him, cracking open the can in his hand. “You know I think you’re hot and you know I like messing with you-”

“Actually I know neither of those things,” you reply indignantly.

“Yes you do, you’re not dim,” he bulldozes right on, “I can read people pretty well, and there was a vibe there.”

“A vibe?”

“Yeah. Between you and what’s-his-face. You should’ve seen the way he tensed up when I came up to you,” he snickers in amusement.

“Shut up. His name is Rafe, by the way, and there was no ‘vibe.’ Also why are you even telling me this?” you ask, growing frustrated with the cocky brunette.

“Y/n please,” he scoffs. “I told you I can read people, so let me read you. You’re out here in London right, far away from home, keen for a fresh start. You’ve never been one for meaningless flings, but fuck it, if everyone else can do it, why not you? Or so you try to convince yourself, but you know that’s not you. See, you crave that emotional connection, and when you find even a hint of it, you’re a goner. Which is why you’d never actually hook up with me and it’s why you’re staring at that boy from home even though you swear you don’t care, but you do - you feel something there.”

You’re dumbfounded by his ability to know things about you that even you yourself can’t recognize. “I liked it better when you were just flirting with me,” you grumble.

“No worries darling, I’ll definitely still do that. I’ll even dance on you in the club if you ask nicely, might make pretty boy over there jealous,” he motions with his eyes toward Rafe, at which you give his shoulder a shove.

“You’re an idiot you know, Millie was right on the money with that,” you quip, as the two of you head over to her, Liv, and the boys.

“Please, Millie wishes she could be right on something else,” he says as you shoot him a glare, trying your best to suppress a laugh. Liam was starting to become a pain in your ass, too smart for his own good, but at least he was a funny one.

—

Your first night clubbing was going great. The place was packed, the music was good, and you were having a blast dancing with Liv, Millie, and their friends. You couldn’t help looking around the club though, eyes scanning for Rafe in the crowd. He’d been hanging out all night with Topper and some of the guys from their new soccer team. You longed to be near him somehow, to interact with him again. All your conversations with him earlier today had left you with an excited buzz - you didn’t know what it was about this version of Rafe Cameron in London, but you were actually enjoying his company.

You try to push him out of your mind and just enjoy the moment. It’s not like there was anything between you and Rafe, you had just barely began to form a semblance of a potential friendship today, let’s not get carried away. Besides, you live with the boy, accidentally running into him wasn’t going to be much of a challenge.

“Anyone want anything from the bar?” you shout over the music to your friends.

“Vodka soda with lime please!” Olivia shouts back and you nod, turning to make your way to the counter a few feet away. You place your order and mindlessly tap your fingers on the bar as a figure appears beside you.

“Hey, Y/n right? Flatmates with Olivia, Mills, and the boys?” the girl asks, and you turn, now face to face with Lily.

“Uh yeah, hey,” you feign a smile back.

“I’m Lily, nice to meet you,” she smiles genuinely. “I’m friends with all the Westheath bozos you’ve probably been meeting tonight,” she laughs, “Callum and Henry over there are my best mates. They’re on the football team with Rafe and Topper, we were showing them around earlier. My god you guys have been hoarding some cute ones over there in America.”

You chuckle, “glad that Kildare’s presence can at least be of some benefit.”

“So, girl to girl here, what can you tell me about Rafe Cameron? He’s such a hottie isn’t he? Would love to get a taste of that,” she smirks, licking her lips.

“Umm I don’t really have much to tell,” you say, unsure of how to navigate this conversation. You could tell her what you thought you knew of Outer Banks Rafe - he’s a rich, party-boy player. But after today, that no longer felt right. You didn’t want to say or presume anything about him at all actually, it felt wrong to talk about him like that. God, what the hell was wrong with you? You spend a few hours with the boy and you already have a soft spot for him? You needed to get a grip. “Our families know each other but we don’t really hang out at home. He’s uh- he’s cool though,” you decide as a sufficient response.

“Any girl friend?” she asks, sliding cash over to the bartender as she orders a shot.

“Rafe’s not really the ‘girlfriend-type’,” you answer, bartender sliding you the drinks you ordered and Lily her’s.

“Well then cheers to that,” she grins, clinking her shot glass to your drink before she downs it, waving a quick goodbye. You watch as she makes her way back to Rafe and their group, adorning a flirty smile. You feel sick to your stomach. You wanted to hate her, you did. But you couldn’t. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. She was just confident, outgoing, and not afraid to go after what she wanted. There was nothing for you to be angry about, who was stopping you from doing the same?

But in the back of your mind you decided you could never go after Rafe like that. He would never be interested in you in that way, you were sure of it. You had a hard time believing your friends when they hyped you up, so you definitely weren’t going to believe for a single second that a boy you thought was cool could possibly look at you in the same way. Besides, the mere idea of being rejected by Rafe Cameron, and then having to continue living with him and eventually go back to the Outer Banks for everyone to find out you had been rejected by the kook prince, was so mortifying that the very thought made you want to crawl into a hole. So you promise yourself, right then and there, that you won’t let yourself get hurt like that. You could hang out with Rafe, get to know him, become friends even, but under no circumstances could you be caught wearing your heart on your sleeve. You couldn’t disarm yourself like that and give him the upper hand. You needed to look out for yourself first and foremost, preserving the little bit of control you still had over your life.

You walk back over to your friends, slipping Liv her drink as her and Jake dance together. Your new friends are all tipsy and in a world of their own, getting lost in the music and their movements.

“Dance with me,” you turn to Liam who’s right beside you.

“I said if you ask nicely,” he admonishes sarcastically, to which you roll your eyes.

“I’m not gonna beg Liam. You wanna dance or not?”

“Sheesh, Lily Colts got your panties in a twist like that?”

“Not. At. All.” You confidently stare into his eyes, sipping your drink. It’s no use, Liam knows you all too well by now, and you curse yourself for the way in which this boy is able to see right through all the walls you put up. You may think these walls are made of brick, but to Liam they’re glass.

He just laughs at you, shaking his head in amusement. He grabs your free hand and pulls you closer to him, your bodies now pressed together. He takes your hand and rests it on the back of his neck, his finding their way to your hips. He plants his leg in between yours and soon you guys are lost in the rhythm. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying every second. He spins you around and you lightly grind your ass against him.

“Damn Y/n, I didn’t know you move like that,” he jokes, as you face forward again. He leans in, his hand on the small of your back, and you feel his breath right against your ear, “he’s looking by the way.” Your breath hitches, but you know better than to turn around. Liam is already one step ahead of you, instinctively twirling you again so you can quickly catch a glimpse of Rafe’s eyes on yours without it being obvious. “Told you he’d be jealous,” he smirks down at you triumphantly.

“Shut up,” you reply, the slightest smile tugging at your lips as your sweaty bodies continue to move to the music.

—-

“Aw flatmate bonding you guysss,” Olivia gushes, as you all sit together at a booth. She had forced you all out of your beds this morning to get breakfast together. Despite being hungover and groggy, you all reluctantly agreed. “Mimosas anyone?” she jokes.

“If I so much as smell any alcohol I think I’ll vomit,” Topper groans.

“Aw, what’s the matter, can’t handle your liquor Tops?” Millie asks, quirking her head to the side.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny. Could ask you the same question. My room is right next to the bathroom, don’t think I didn’t hear your retching last night,” he snaps back, to which Millie turns bright red and soon you’re all hunched over in laughter.

“I think a mimosa would make me yak right now too, to be fair. Coffees all around!” Olivia asserts.

You’re seated across from Rafe as you both scan your menus, your eyes immediately fixing in on the pancakes. The waiter comes by to take all your orders and you can’t help but blush a little when Rafe orders pancakes and you have to follow with a “same for me.” Such a silly, meaningless thing, I mean everyone likes pancakes. But being the only one to have the same exact order as Rafe leaves you feeling embarrassed, for no good reason all the same. You all begin to scarf down your food as soon as it arrives, thankful to have something to soak up the alcohol in your stomachs, as you share stories and laugh about last night��s drunken antics.

“So how is it that we’re all flatmates and yet I only have Topper’s contact. Come on, add ‘em in,” Rafe says, sliding his unlocked phone to the middle of the table.

“Wait I want snapchats too. Oooh! And instagram!” Olivia pipes, whipping out her phone as well.

“I expect no booty calls Cameron. This is strictly business,” Millie jokes, typing in her and Olivia’s numbers before passing his phone to you.

“Am I allowed a booty call?” Topper smirks, extending his phone as well.

“I wouldn’t push your luck Thornton,” she smirks back and he pouts in response. You finish typing your name and number into Rafe’s phone and hand it back to him, skin briefly making contact once again. Even though you had known Rafe all your life, somehow you two never had a reason to exchange numbers, only following each other on Instagram which he never posted on anyways.

“Alright everyone, pull up your snapchat codes, I wanna make a group,” Olivia says and everyone obliges, arms crossing every which way as you all add each other. “What should we name our group chat? Ooo can we do a ship name of our schools - like Kilheath or Westare?”

“I like Kilheath,” Topper chimes in.

“Yeah I bet you do you psychopath. Sounds like the name of a bad horror movie,” Rafe laughs.

“Oooo there’s five of us, we could be the Spice Girls,” Millie beams.

“No.” Topper immediately shuts her down.

“What about ‘American Boys and Spice Girls.’ You know, like the Kanye West song,” you add.

“Ehh, we’re getting closer, but not quite there,” Rafe teases you and you playfully kick him under the table. “I’m hearing a lot of opinions and not a lot of contributions,” you cross your arms and raise your brows.

“Hey hey hey, I’m a critic, not a chef L/n,” he lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ooo I got it! We can call it the ‘Royal fam,’ like the royal family,” Olivia suggests, finally getting approval from the whole group. Breakfast is soon over and you all return to your rooms, eager to nap away the remainder of your hangovers. You lay in your bed and stare at the newly formed snapchat group on your phone. Royal Fam 🇬🇧🇺🇸 appears on top and you scroll down, looking at Rafe’s username and bitmoji on your screen. You laugh at the fact that even his bitmoji wears a backwards cap. It was weird, having him in your phone like this. You had known this boy your whole life, but you two had always operated in separate spheres. And here he was, in your Snapchat, a glimpse into the life of Rafe, of which you only ever got a birds eye view of back home. It almost felt like you were trespassing somewhere you didn’t belong, having access to him like this. You sigh and lock your phone. Rafe Cameron really isn’t all that bad.

—

The next few days fly by fast as you become acclimated to Westheath. You and the rest of the Kildare kids attend an orientation with Westheath’s exchange advisor, spending the whole time with your little trio: you, Rafe, and Topper. When you had first arrived abroad, you were deadset on forging your own path in London and steering clear of everyone else from OBX. But hanging out with Rafe and Topper made you all but forget. It was fun and easy hanging out with them, in fact, counterintuitively, they were helping you forget all about the Outer Banks, just as you had hoped to do. Your conversations centered around your interests, your new lives, on random jokes and made up bits. It was almost as if there was a mutual unspoken agreement between you, them also trying to escape and forget their lives in OBX.

Pretty soon classes began, and you were learning a new schedule and adapting to British schooling. Your evenings were spent singing and dancing in the kitchen as you, Liv, and Millie simultaneously cooked your dinners, getting pints at the pub around the corner with your Westheath friends, and playing card games at the kitchen table with Rafe and Topper, the smack talk between you three flowing strong. There’d be short moments where you’d find yourself alone with Rafe - he’d explain to you whatever Premier League team was playing that day, you’d show him how the coffee machine works, and the occasional passing comments of “so when are we finally starting Game of Thrones, Cameron?” “I’m ready whenever you are, L/n.”

—

It was a Wednesday night, and you were curled up in your fluffy gray blanket watching Gilmore Girls in bed. You found the show comforting and familiar, the small town of Stars Hallow reminding you of what you wished your life in the Outer Banks could be like. Instead it was more like the cold and pretentious atmosphere of Chilton and the older Gilmores’ Hartford life. Your phone buzzes, and you pick it up lazily to check, suddenly freezing at the notification on your screen.

Snapchat: Rafe Cameron

You had opened a few snapchats from the boy over the past few days, but they were always random ones he would send to the group chat. This one was just for you. You gulp and put your phone down, not wanting to open it too fast. A few minutes go by and you realize you haven’t paid an ounce of attention to the show on your screen, even though you’re staring right at it. Fuck it. You open your phone and tap on the unread snap.

When are we watching Game of Thrones L/n the snapchat says, a picture of his laptop on his bed and the HBO Max home page open, the series featured in the corner of the screen.

You snap back a picture of your blanket and the laptop playing Gilmore Girls in front of you: ready whenever you are Cameron.

Almost immediately you get a response back.

Rafe Cameron: wait are you home rn? His message is accompanied by a random picture of his room, a view you let your eyes linger on until the message expires. Another peak into Rafe Cameron’s world.

Y/n: Yep! You send a blurry selfie of you wrapped in your blanket.

Rafe Cameron: be over in 5

You leave that last message on open and your heart starts to race. Just breathe Y/n, breathe, you keep telling yourself. It doesn’t have to be a big deal if you don’t make it out to be. It’s just a show. Just a show. And besides, you guys are friends now, right? You sit up in your bed and grab your pillow, shifting over to sit horizontally on your mattress. That seems more casual to you, more ‘just a couple friends watching a show together at a comfortable distance’ and less ‘sitting right on top of each other Netflix and chill’. You gulp down some water to ease your dry throat when you hear a gentle knock.

“Come in!” you call out, and now Rafe Cameron is in your room, eyes absorbing all the details that are so you. The posters on one wall, film camera photos on another. The string lights which wrap around your room and give it a warm glow. The plants, the subtle scent of vanilla. The bag you always carried with you, hanging off the side of your chair. He almost felt like he was intruding, like he was getting an intimate glimpse of something that was for your eyes only.

“Whats up,” he says, holding his laptop and closing the door behind him.

“Ready to finally start the show,” you laugh, “it’s about damn time.”

“Hey, I’ve been ready, it’s you who’s been taking your sweet time.”

“Is that so?” you ask sarcastically and a smile forms on his face.

“What are you doing over there? Who sits like that on their bed?” he asks, now coming over and taking a seat on your mattress facing vertically, propping your other pillow behind his back. “Can’t even stretch out your legs or anything,” he continues, patting the spot on the bed next to him, signaling for you to come over.

“I don’t know, I think it’s comfy,” you lie as you crawl over to him, your first line of defense already shot down.

“Weirdo,” he chuckles to which you nudge him in the side with your elbow. “If Topper’s wrong about this I’m gonna give him so much shit,” he says.

“Topper does have a lot of questionable opinions,” you laugh, “but I have a good feeling about this one.

—

One episode turned into two turned into three, you and Rafe instantly hooked. The nerves you had felt earlier at sitting so close next to this boy in your bed had all but dissipated, you quickly acclimating to the space he took up next to you. Even though by now all your previous misconceptions about Rafe had disappeared, replaced with the boy you had come to know over the past week, there was a small part of you that was still waiting to see if he’d try to pull something on you, like the Rafe you imagined back home surely would. Of course he didn’t, watching and discussing the show with you, making you feel as comfortable as if you two had been friends for years. You almost felt bad for having had doubted him in the first place.

When the third episode ended and you two got into a long post-episode discussion, you hardly noticed when the conversation began to digress. You both started to sink lower and lower down into your pillows, until you were both laying on your backs, staring at the ceiling and lost in exchanges of words and thoughts. The conversation was different this time, more candid and open, as if the shadow of the night was inviting you to divulge thoughts you wouldn’t have shared in the day. He spoke of his strained relationship with his father and you shared the silly drama that had caused a riff between you and your former friends back home. He showed you pictures of his dog and you showed him the video you had been working on all summer long in OBX, not having anyone to hang out with before you left for London. He talked about how he felt so disconnected from almost everyone on that island, and you nodded, understanding all too well. The conversation continued to ebb and flow, the occasional funny video or meme pulling you two into fits of laughter before seamlessly delving into another vulnerable train of thought. You both had your Spotify accounts open now, taking turns sharing your favorite songs. You put on a playlist you had made over the summer, full of songs that made you feel at peace.

“This puts you at ease huh,” he says.

You turn your head to look at him, “how could you tell?”

“I don’t know. I guess just the way your whole body relaxed the second you pressed play,” he replies.

“Yeah,” you say turning your head back toward the ceiling. “I know it sounds cheesy, but I feel like these songs are speaking to my soul or something,” you whisper.

“Yeah I get that… I have those too,” he whispers back. Neither of you realize it’s already 5 am and neither of you notice as your eyes both get heavy and sleep washes over you, playlist in the background like a lullaby. And at some point during your deep sleep, Rafe’s arm has found itself unconsciously wrapped around you.

---

Part 4

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