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specshroom · 5 months
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★- Working out with Yuuji!
(NSFW, MDNI, AGED UP YUUJI! FEM READER, No use of Y/N)
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You complained to yuuji about wanting to work out but not wanting to get a stupid gym membership. So your best friend comes up with the idea to just work out at his place. He gets really into the idea too. He buys gym mats, different weights and he consults YouTube for different exercises to try. He's really excited 🥺
So excited that he doesn't even realise how fucked he is until you walk into his apartment with your gym outfit on.
"You ready to sweat?"
You're so pumped that you don't see how he's looking at you with a nervous grin or how he slightly adjusts his dick in his pants.
It gets even worse when you actually start exercising and Yuuji has to try keep himself together and not combust while you both do squats in his living room. He can't stop his dumb guy brain from going to those stupid cringy pornos where the big buff guy helps the hot dumb girl work out and they obviously end up fucking. What if you two could-
"Yuuujiiii!“ He finally notices you waving your hand in front of his face.
"......yeah?“
"Where the hell's your head at?"
"uuuuh... sorry." He looks so bashful. He's so lost in it he couldn't even come up with a lie.
So it goes like that for a couple of weeks. You two meet up a few times a week at his place to sweat it out and Yuuji has to jerk off in his room when you leave.
The funniest part is that he thinks you don't know. He thinks you don't notice the tent in his pants during every session. He doesn't even suspect that you might be wearing tighter, more revealing gym clothes on purpose. He's not even a little suspicious of the way you push your tits and ass out when you stretch or the noises you make being a little too erotic.
Yuuji isn't slick. He thinks he can play off the redness in his face and the harshness of his breath. Truly it's starting to rile you up too. It's been fun teasing him but you're getting worked up yourself at this point. Yuuji respects you too much to just come out and say that he thinks you're so hot and he jerks off to the idea of fucking you in your tight gym clothes. You know you're the one who has to make the first move.
So you rock up to Yuuji's place in tights and a sports bra with a different kind of determination in your eyes. While Yuuji's stretching, unknowingly showing off his well built shoulders and forearms you sneak up behind him.
"I saw this stretch that looked really good, do you want to try it?"
Yuuji looks back at you and mumbles "Sure."
You motion for him to sit. "Okay, so spread your legs and put your hands on the floor between them, yeah like that." While explaining you kneel behind him, knees on either side of his waist. "Now I'll just push your back forward and you try and reach your toes" you say softly, close to his ear. You lean forward so that your tits are pressed up against his back. You can tell he's having a hard time breathing and you know it isn't due to the stretch.
"Doesn't that feel good?" You hum, breath fanning his ear.
Yuuji replies with a weak "mhm"
This is your chance. You lightly run your hands down his broad arms, keeping your chest squished against his back. "You alright Yuuji? You sound like you're in pain." You fain concern. You know exactly what hurts.
"Nah, 's alright. Nothing hurts." He breathes, genuinely trying to reassure you even though he feels he could die from blue balls at any moment.
"hmm, you sure?" Your hands slide from his arms to his thick thighs before one hand slowly makes its way towards the growing member in his loose gym pants. "Not even here?“
Yuuji just stops breathing for a second. His brain needs a few more seconds to fully comprehend what's happening. Your tits are pressing up against him and you've got your hand placed right on his dick.
"Yuuji? Do you want me to make you feel better or not?" Your voice jolts him out of his own mind.
"uuuh, y-yeah, yes....please." Yuuji stumbles out, back still slouched over, thighs spread out on the floor giving you perfect access.
"kiss me first then." You say suddenly, lifting your hand from his crotch.
Yuuji tries not to whine, looking back at you shocked once more. "What?"
"Well if I'm going to give you a reach around it's just polite to kiss me first" You say, oh so casually.
Yuuji lightly laughs at the ridiculousness of the situation and after staring at your lips for a second he leans in and you meet him half way in a deep kiss. It's clear that you both have been waiting awhile for this kiss with how passionate and deep it is.
Your hand cards through his hair and lightly pulls on it so that he leans back, resting his head on your shoulder, giving you better access to his mouth. Your tongue licks gently at his lower lip asking for entrance which he grants quickly and you explore each other's mouths. All while your other hand moves back to slowly palm him through his pants.
Yuuji lightly moans into the kiss and his big hand covers yours to gently guide you as he lightly grinds up into your palm. God he's so hot. You can't wait any longer and you push past the waist band of his shorts and underwear to wrap your hand around his shaft.
"fuck" Yuuji breaths into your mouth. He rests his head on your shoulder looking up at you with such adoring eyes.
"How much have you thought about this huh? A lot, considering how you stare at me in these gym clothes, you pervert."
His eyes go wide and he flinches "You knew? You were doing it on purpose?!"
You laugh at his sudden realisation. While your temporarily distracted Yuuji begrudgingly takes your hand off him and turns around so he's facing you now.
"You wanted me to have these thoughts about you." He says leaning closer so you're pressed against the couch behind you. His eyes travel down to your tits and then lower. "So you wore this for me?“
When you nod, Yuuji sighs and places his hands on the underside of the bra. "Can I?"
You nod again and he wastes no time slipping the piece of fabric off of you. You sit there feeling pretty exposed but confident as Yuuji stares at your free tits like he's never seen a pair before.
You laugh at his reaction and slowly take one of his hands to cup one breast. He plays with the weight of it in his warm hand, utterly fascinated. You encourage his other hand to slowly start moving towards where you need him the most.
Yuuji gathers up the nerve and cups your mound in his hand. His eyes shut and he curses at how warm and wet it is even through the fabric. He steels himself and with a determined look he starts palming your clit. In those shitty pornos he watches he always found it so hot when the guy would finger the girl while she's still wearing tights. So that's what he intends to do as he shuffles his hand past the hem of your pants and underwear. Finally, when he gets to rub his thick fingers against your bare cunt, you both audibly groan. He can't help but kiss you again this time it's much more feverish.
He takes his time rubbing up on your entrance getting his fingers all wet with your slick before he slides one in to open you up. You're moaning into his mouth and you think this truly is like your wet dreams as he slips his middle and ring fingers inside your needy pussy.
He takes his time finding the perfect spot that makes your eyes flutter and pussy clench harder and when he finds it he goes to fucking town.
He's pumping his fingers in and out rubbing up against your sweet spot and he brings the thumb of his other hand to rub against your clit bringing you closer to the brink.
A few more harsh pumps of his strong hand has you reaching your peak with a loud groan, mouth agape and tight clad legs shaking as he slows down allowing you to ride it out.
"That was so hot, you're so hot." Yuuji praises, dazed eyes never leaving you, sounding stunned like he can't believe he just made you cum so hard it messed the front of your tights.
You laugh breathlessly still trying to regain yourself. "Do you want to see me do it again?" You lazily look up at him, legs still spread out just for him.
Yuuji's amazed he hasn't cum untouched at this point. He nods enthusiastically while shoving his pants and underwear down then making quick work of yours. Yuuji stops for a moment to admire your completely naked form infront of him and you do the same to him before you two can't resist each other any longer and you both latch onto the other. Chest to chest now, so close you can feel each other's heart beats. You both grind against each other and when you grab Yuuji's cheeks and pull him into a passionate kiss he chooses that moment to start pushing his hard dick into your pussy. The stretch feels divine and thanks to the thorough prep he bottoms out in no time.
You both groan into each other's mouths, connected in such intimate ways. As your tongues explore one another Yuuji starts thrusting and you grind back in time. You both move together so in sync like you've done this a million times. As the kiss gets even more heated the thrusting and grinding gets faster and more feverish. You know you're both so close to release when the kissing gets even more sloppy and the grinding gets so hard and fast you have to cling tighter onto each other to keep pace.
And when you both cum together it's better than either of you imagined. His arms are holding you so tight to his chest and your arms cling tightly around his neck and shoulders. Your cunt clenches so hard on his dick as he shoots ropes into you. You both stay right there panting into each other's mouths, bodies basically glued together with sweat.
It takes a few minutes for you both to ease up enough to stop clinging to eachother and even longer for him to actually pull out. After which you both groan at the sight of his spent dick and your dripping pussy still linked by a string of both his and your cum.
You look up at him to see him already looking at you. You stare at eachother both still in a bit of delirium.
"we should exercise like that more often."
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bug-taffy · 3 months
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So normal about them <33
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tubulartoasts · 7 months
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these were my votes for the presidential election this year
if i had stuck with joon instead of shion 5/7 of them could have hung out. i thought shion would've needed more support but it turned out she was way more popular which is very funny
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melanirana · 2 years
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I wrote a littel fanfic for @opudontdonut Nightmare AU
A littel slice of live of living with two Nightmare creatures
Realy had to Fight my ADHD to get this finshed
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hauntingblue · 12 days
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"Would you like me to translate that? Or was it for me?" The show's thesis
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theconfusedartist · 10 months
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maybe this is weird (and I do promise I’m dropping the rest of the lore in a hour or so) but
in the rewrite, i always write Altaïr as seeing Desmond as:
Altaïr: this is my little brother, my son, my best friend, and annoying twin that makes all the reckless mistakes i already learned from. i love my boy, but damn if he doesn’t be doing some wild shit
wereas Desmond is like
Desmond: i love Altaïr! he’s my brother, my best friend, one of the few people who I’d happily consider my father, my face twin, and (did I already mention?) best friend! he makes a lot of mistakes, and we disagree about lots of stuff, but i’m so happy he’s in my life
Altaïr in permutation 17: this sucks. Des isn’t even here right now (hist time) and he can’t even hear me when I’m trying to talk to him (in modern time)
Desmond in permutation 17: this sucks. Altaïr isn’t even here right now (modern time) and I’m so fucking lonely !! !! !! now I’ve gotta die to turn on the eye and then what?! no one is coming back for me!! I don’t even know where Alex is, I’m just praying that I’ll survive after dying to get Elijah and keep him safe, but this shit sucks!
#y'know the funny thing is#i spent almost an entire month and a half#rewriting assassin's creed--just all of it--with the intention that desmond stays alive and eventually gets to live happily#which is still the main endgoal of the protocreed au#but like??? every character in AC that would've treated Desmond well was DEAD and all of his living allies would most definitely use him#even if they're his family or friends he would never be put firts#*first#i was genuinely thinking about giving up on the rewrite simply bc in canon there is no character that was alive and willing to treat Desmond#like he's someone that matters#and i knew that Desmond time traveling was a thing but I still wanted the modern day era to still have weight#and the way ubisoft wrote their ac games is that: there is no hope. not really#no matter what you or other people do good will never win#and i was truly unsure how to get around that depressing narrative#but then!!!#suddenly protocreed!#i don't know what possessed me to plug that disc back in but--#i played that game and i was like: yeah he's dating desmond#like-I don't even know how to say this#but Desmond and Alex OTP for the win and i don't have any in universe explanation for it (on Desmond's side) simply bc#both the assassins and the templars don't let the man socialize they just plug him in the animus and expect him to be seen and not heard#like the Manhattan connection was really easy to make since Desmond was kidnapped there and then returns in AC3 to make a lovely full cirlce#but all I could think was Alex definitely loves this man#they make each other better AND worse#anyways#this is a lot of tags talk about Alex and Desmond#when Alex isn't even in the main post but#Altaïr Claudia and Ezio are Desmond's closest family#and he's very close to Connor and Aveline but he's taken for such a fucking ride#when the grandparents that took him in when he was truly in a bad way#ends up being the same people who are his ancestors and not? dead?
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Yeh elder bhaiyaas ko kya chull machti hai
Like- he literally just dhobi pachaad-ed me and then said "Mujhe fight karne ka mann kar rha tha :("
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084392 · 2 years
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corrupt witch that uses a unicorn horn as a wand......
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fresh-rat · 1 year
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writers work hard but by god ashoka's lesbianism works harder
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mommypieck · 4 months
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⌗︙・choso finding your panties ⸜⸜・
choso feels ashamed of what he's about to do but it's your fault you let your panties laying on the ground. he runs his fingers on them, thinking about how your pussy was touching them just a minute ago. choso presses it against his nose, inhaling the sweet smell of your pussy. he's been fantasizing about you for so long and now he finally got a sniff of you. what about a taste? can he-? he lols his tongue out, gently swiping it against the panties. he almost moans at the taste, although he doesn't know how you taste, this is enough for him.
"what are you doing?!" you yell out from the doorway. choso lets the panties fall to the floor as he stands speechless in the middle of the room. you look him up and down, there's no way he wasn't licking your used panties .
"you're such a pervert." you say, walking closer to him. you grab him by his hair, bringing his hair closer to you. he winces a bit at the pain, but he doesn't care, he's so close to your lips.
"get on the ground if you want a taste." he doesn't understand what you mean until you yank him to the ground by his hair. you hike up your skirt, pushing your panties to the side so he can see your pussy. he salivates just at the view.
"eat it." you order, not giving him any time to think as you press his face into your cunt. you're not being gentle when you start riding his face. you're basically dripping from this whole situation, making him choke at your juices. he's inexperienced and he doesn't know how to eat a girl out properly but he's feasting. he's feasting on your juices like a madman, slurping your juices down. you don't try to explain to him that he should focus on your clit to make him feel good, because he just looks so pretty like this.
"gonna cum, open up." you say and he happily obeys. choso looks adorable just sitting in front of you with his tongue sticked out. you grind your cunt against his tongue,chasing your orgasm. he's mesmerized by you, his eyes wide and watching your every movement.
"im cumming." you moan out, squirting your juices inside of choso's mouth. he's suprised at firt but he swallows it. you giggle at him, he's so dirty. he's so hard in his pants that it hurts.
"oh poor baby. maybe I'll let you ride my boot so you can cum too.'
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rafecameroninterlude · 3 months
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pairing: rafe cameron x fem!kook!reader
summary: rafe surprises you on your birthday
warnings: best friends brother, sarah being the worst friend ever (what else is new?), crying, firting over the phone, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, unprotected sex
word count: 2.8k
a/n: i’ve seen your comments and ik y’all want reader to stick up for herself against sarah, so don’t worry that’s in the works!! i’ve been feeling a little sick but i’m going to try to keep up with requests as best as i can <3 mini series masterlist can be found here
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“is everything okay?” ignoring the fact that sarah just cancelled your plans, on your birthday, you refused to hang up the phone without getting a conversation that lasted less than two minutes. “w-what do you mean?” you heard the faint sound of someone laughing in the background, a door shutting loudly on the other line. “you’ve never missed any of my birthdays, and tonight you cancel after reassuring me all week that you’d see me? not to mention two weeks ago when we were supposed to go on the druthers, you said you’d be back home later, but you never showed.” you hated how you sounded like a concerned parent more than a friend, but right now you just wanted answers.
“everything is fine, y/n,” sarah scoffed, “i mean, seriously, i’ve just been busy, alright?” you don’t know if you should feel relieved that she’s fine, or hurt because she’s obviously not interested in talking to you right now. with ward, rose, and wheezie out of the house for the summer, there was no valid explanation as to why she goes days, sometimes weeks without being home. unless of course, rafe was right about her spending all her time on the cut. “have you been staying on the other side of the island?” you couldn’t help but ask, the question lingering in your mind since rafe mentioned it two weeks ago. “oh, my god! do i have to tell you everything? you’re worse than topper.” she hung up before you could say anything else.
what the fuck?
she’s acting as if she has never been like this before. was it a crime that you were worried about your best friend who you haven’t seen in three weeks? sarah once showed up to your house at three in the morning because you sent a crying emoji instead of a laughing one. it’s hard to think about, the person she was then, versus now. you felt your eyes stinging, your vision getting blurry as the tears threatened to overflow. god, this was pitiful. if someone told you that you’d be here, your hair and makeup done for the gods, holding back tears because of sarah, you wouldn’t believe them. the amount of things that have changed this past month was starting to crash down on you at once.
with sarah gone, and your parents away for their anniversary trip, the last thing you wanted to do was wander in a party by yourself. ultimately deciding to stay in for the night, you laid out your pajamas, about to unzip your dress before your phone rang. unknown caller. “hello?” there was a few beats of silence, “y/n?” your heart fluttered instantly. “hey, rafe.” you sniffled, trying to clear any indication that you’ve been keeping yourself from crying. “what are you doing tonight?” his voice turned rough. “i was just about to get in my pajamas.. why?” he cleared his throat, a small seed of hope burying itself in your chest. “let’s go to mine. i have something for you.” as if you couldn’t smile any harder, you could count on rafe to beat the odds. “what if i said no?” you teased, knowing you could never say that to him.
“then i’d have to go home to an empty house and no birthday girl to give birthday dick to.” you sighed dreamily, eyes glancing up at your ceiling. “aren’t you the gentlemen?” you got up, thankful to see that none of your makeup smudged. “so where are you right now?” you reapplied your lip gloss, running a brush through your hair for the final time. “outside your house.” you paused. “are you really?” you peeked outside your window, a black truck sitting out front. “i’ll be right out.” you hung up, screaming excitedly, grabbing your purse before making your way outside. rafe met you half way, picking you up and putting you in the passenger seat.
“you’re telling me you were about to change out of this?” his hands rested on your hips, your head leaning against the seat. “yeah, but i rather you take it off of me instead.” he smiled, pulling you into a kiss. “i rather do that too.” he shut the door, the car ride back to his house consisting of him making you laugh. “why’s it so dark in here?” rafe lead you upstairs, skipping past his room. “where are we going..” you stopped in your tracks. “ward’s room?” you shook your head, feeling like you were trespassing in some weird way. “don’t worry, keep walking.” he opened the doors to the balcony, the breath being sucked right out of your lungs.
a small cake with pink frosting and the number twenty in gold accents sat in a little box on top of the table, a vase full of your favorite flowers right next to it. “how..” you turned around, rafe rubbing his hands against his jeans. “i knew it was your birthday today, which explains the cake, and i may or may not have stalked your instagram highlights for any flowers i could find.” you blinked, throwing yourself in his arms. “this means so much to me, rafe. thank you.” you let out a shaky breath, your emotions getting the best of you once he pulled back to cup your face. “hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he sat you down, his eyes flickering between yours. “i just wasn’t expecting any of this, i’m just really grateful that’s all.” you smiled.
rafe nodded, pulling a small gift bag from under the table. “i really want to see you open this.” he placed the bag in your lap, giving you a reassuring nod when you looked at him. with shaky hands, you removed the pink tissue paper, a velvet box revealing itself at the bottom. rafe adjusted in his seat, his eyes frantically moving between you and the gift. “rafe..” you opened the box, immediately being met with probably the best gift you’ve ever received. “i’ve heard you talk about this a lot, so i figured why not?” he shrugged, “do you like it?” he watched you pick up the silver bookmark, the words ‘pretty girl’ imprinted in cursive lettering on the back.
“i love it..” you truly had no other words. placing it gently inside the box, you got up, rafe pulling you on top of him, both of you smiling into a kiss. how did he know how to do this? make you feel special and wanted and appreciated all at the same time? you deepened the kiss, his hand squeezing your thigh. “should we cut the cake?” you hummed, shaking your head, “let’s save it for after.” rafe pulled away. “after what?” his hand snaked around your neck, “after you give me birthday dick, your words.” you yelped when he suddenly yanked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you inside. “can i confess something?” he walked through the dark hallway, basically kicking open his room door.
you nodded, leaving a trail of kisses across his neck. once he laid you down, he took off his flannel, his biceps flexing under the small light emitting from his bathroom. “i’ve been reduced to fucking my hand every night since we had sex on the druthers. “all i could think about these past couple of weeks is how perfect you look under and on top of me,” he spoke quietly, “have you been thinking about it too?” his shirt was next to go, and the harder it was to resist from moaning at the sight of him. “yes,” you sat up, pulling him down to sit at the edge of his bed, “..that night replays in my head everyday.” settling between his legs, your fingers worked at getting his belt off.
“but the thought occurred to me one night;” you slid his belt out of the loops of his jeans, “you’ve tasted me already, but i haven’t tasted you.” as if on cue, you placed his belt next to him, using his knees to anchor yourself back on your feet. he groaned, watching as you moved your hair to the side. “take my dress off?” you turned around, unknowingly facing the mirror on his wall. without hesitation, he unzipped your dress, his eyes growing dark as he looked at your shared reflection. “nothing underneath?” this was a bold move for you, so you were more than happy to see how much he liked the idea of you walking around, ready for him to take you at anytime.
“nope, just wanted to save you the time.” you smiled, his hands cupping your tits, a soft gasp escaping from your lips. “we have all the time in the world.” he gently bit the skin of your neck, spinning you around. he pulled you down with him, your hips straddling his as you unbottoned his jeans. “i like your makeup,” rafe’s rubbed his palms on your thighs, “such a shame it’s gonna get ruined.” you smiled, rafe sitting up to kiss you roughly. kneeling on the floor, rafe held your hair back as you looked up at him, palming his cock through his briefs. “you gonna let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours?” he grunted, your eyes fluttering, “mhmm.” you hummed, rafe extending his hand out in front of your mouth.
“spit, baby.” he commanded. doing as he said, you laid your head on his lap, watching as he started stroking himself, both of you gazing at eachother with heated stares. “please, rafe.” he moaned, his head lolling to the side. he was still tugging on your hair, the stinging sensation shooting down your spine. he stood up, discarding the last article of clothing keeping you from being fucked into oblivion. you opened your mouth for him, a string of curse words tumbling out as his tip met your tongue. “oh, fuck,” be gritted his teeth. you straightened up, making sure to keep your eyes on his, a moan rumbling in your throat as he pushed further.
rafe licked his lips, his chest rising and falling as you started bobbing your head. if you had to be on your knees just to see the way he fell apart with your mouth alone, you’d do it all night if he asked you to. your eyes started to water, rafe smiling at the sight. “tap me if you need to.” he pulled out, thrusting back in once you nodded. fuck. your hands flew out, holding the back of his knees as he tugged at your hair, hard. “you’re taking it so fucking good,” his muscles constricted, your pussy clenching around nothing. the only word you could think of to describe the noises in this room was obscene.
heavy breathing, gasping and moaning, even an occasional whimper when you swallowed around his cock. “y/n-” he shook his head, his eyes rolling back just as you patted his leg. rafe stopped all movements, pulling out of your mouth with a wet pop. “i don’t want you to cum yet,” you stood up, your knees beet red as he pressed his thumb against your bottom lip. “yeah? want me to fill you up instead?” his words went straight to your core, a single tear drop rolling down your cheek. “yes.” your voice was hoarse as he laid you down, your arms wrapping around his neck to kiss him.
rafe teased your entrance before sliding between your folds, his cock rubbing against your clit. you shivered at the contact, your hips chasing his in order to get more friction. “it’s going to be hard to stop doing this, you know,” rafe looked down at you. “i wouldn’t care about sarah’s opinion on this, and i don’t think you should either.” he stared at you intensely as you pondered over his words. “you wouldn’t care about her opinion on us having sex? or..” your heart was racing, hoping he’d pick up on what you were insinuating. “well, that too, but i mean something more, more than us just sneaking around.” you met his eyes, a small smile gracing your lips.
“are you asking me to be your girlfriend?” rafe laughed. “no- well, yes, but not formally yet, i want to do that the right way, not when you’re under me waiting for me to fuck you.” you bit your lip, nodding your head. you could never get used to how good his body felt on top of yours, your toes curling as he pinned down your thighs. “you’re so fucking beautiful,” he kissed your temple, “this pussy was made for me.” rafe slammed into you once you settled into his sheets, a strangled cry ripping itself from your throat. it didn’t help that rafe was already filling you to the hilt, but watching his mouth fall open, and his eyebrows knit together was just as rewarding.
any concept of time was lost when you were with him, but you knew you didn’t want this to end. you loved how intimate rafe was, swallowing your moans with every kiss, massaging your thighs when he would thrust into you particularly hard, he was so good at this, you couldn’t even think straight by the time you were teetering the edge of pure bliss. “rafe, don’t stop.” you held onto his frame, his fingers circling your clit as you felt the pit of your stomach drop. “o-oh, my god,” you shook in his hold. “rafe!” you gasped. “i know,” he moaned, “fucking hell, i know.” his hips stuttered as he cummed, his eyes screwing shut while he emptied himself inside of you.
he took your lips, still thrusting slowly as he steadied you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. eventually he came to a stop, both of you laying under the sheets. “did you mean what you said earlier?” you rolled over, facing rafe as he sighed sleepily. “about being something more? yes.” you smiled as rafe took your hand in his, placing a soft kiss on your knuckles. “should we go for that cake?” you asked. “that sounds so good right now.” both of you got up, sharing the sheets as cover, about to leave the room until your phone started ringing. rafe was quick to pick it up from the floor, his jaw ticking as he looked at the screen.
“who is it?” you reached out, rafe blocking your attempt to grab your phone. “it’s sarah.” he declined the call, tossing your phone on the bed behind him. “come on, let’s go get that cake.” he ushered you towards the door before you stopped him. “it’s nearly three in the morning, rafe. she could be in trouble.” he stared at you for a moment, sighing as he nodded his head. “alright.” he stepped away. you pressed sarah’s contact, putting the call on speaker. she picked up after the third ring. “y/n?” you knew that voice. after fourteen years of being best friends, you knew when she was crying, even when she wasn’t in front of you.
“what’s wrong sarah, are you okay?” you stole a glance at rafe, ignoring the roll of his eyes. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry y/n. i haven’t been a good friend, and i’ve been keeping so much from you, my family… topper, i can’t handle all the lies anymore.” you felt yourself growing with empathy, rafe taking hold of your arm. “don’t fall for that shit!” he whispered. “i didn’t even tell you happy birthday!” sarah sobbed, “please let me make this up to you.” you don’t know why, but you looked up at rafe, who was shaking his head. taking a deep breath, you racked your brain for what you should do.
the fact that you had sarah on the phone, while standing in rafe’s room, naked at that, you felt like you were betraying one of them with either answer you gave. if you told sarah yes, then it would be like a slap to the face for rafe, but if you told sarah no, you’d be throwing away a friendship that grew into a sisterhood over the years. “we could have a movie night. for old times sake.” she sniffled, your own tears starting to well in your eyes. “y/n.” rafe stroked your hair. this wasn’t easy, at all. “okay.” you regretted it as soon as you said it, rafe’s hand falling to his side. “okay, that sounds good.” it pained you to see the way rafe was looking at you right now.
“friday at eight?” you gave her a quick ‘yes, i’ll see you.’ hanging up shortly afterwards. “rafe-” he slipped into some shorts, walking out of the room without a word. there was no winning in this situation. you plopped down on the bed, still wrapped in rafe’s sheets as you sat in silence. after about five minutes, rafe walked in with two plates of cake. he handed you one, sitting down next to you. “i won’t hold it against you,” he spoke up, “i just wish you could see what she’s doing.” you licked some frosting off of your finger. “i’m sorry.” you leaned your head on his shoulder. rafe hummed, “don’t be. i’ll let you find out by yourself, and i’ll be there with an extra plate for you when you do.” he rubbed your thigh.
you laughed to yourself. “thank you.”
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a-nybodys · 2 years
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god that art got me thinking about kas!eddie with ‘wuthering heights’ like....... somebody sedate me
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viperixsworld · 4 months
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GUTS, luke castellan x oc(prologue)
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summary: where an aphordite daugther falls for this lying hermes boy.
disclaimer: english is not my firt language.
We don't get to choose who we fall in love with.
Arianne knew that. She believed it to her core. Love was something magical and illogical. Her own father, said it when he told her about her mom. Apparently, she was a beautiful young woman that crossed paths with Nicholas Deveraux (her father) during his travels in Europe before officially settle down in the family business in Chicago.
Everyone expected that Nicholas would come back from Europe with a bad tan and a few souvenirs, not a freaking newborn baby daugther.
Nicholas was a loving father, but not a really smart man. That is It's one of the reasons she didn't question when a man showed up at her Chicago home, offering her only daughter a scholarship to a prestigious boarding school.
Arianne came to camp half-blood when she was thirteen years old. After some encounters with several monsters, Chiron himself went to her doorstep in Chicago to get her to camp.
Nevertheless, during her arrival there was an incident. An incident involving three more demigod, a satire and a cyclops.
Arianne was claimed a few weeks after the attack, same as the two demigos that survived. Luke Castellan, son of Hermes, and Annabeth Chase, daugther of Atenea.
And let me tell you, Arianne Deveraux didn't choose to fall for the son of the Traveler. It was fate, or maybe was her mother ? She wasn't really sure. They started off as friends, adapting to camp at same time, being the same age, having the same friends.
Arianne was a nice, generous and beautiful girl, she was the perfect definition of an Aphordite daugther. Everyone that knew her personally (and even those who didn't) held her close to their hearts. Knowing that if you had to trust someone, you could trust Arianne Deveraux.
It was also a flaw, being the goodie older sister of Camp Half-blood.
At sixteen, she was named captain of Aphordite cabin. At the same time, Luke Castellan was named captain of Hermes cabin. They started to spend more time together, attending bonefire together, sparring together... Then the gifts started, Luke liked how her eyes would shine everytime she opened a present, no matter how stupid or simple. He would get her little details, It was his way of showing love, his love language, and her siblings would beg her to ask Luke to please, please, get them things for the cabin.
On the othet hand, Arianne would be (even without her knowing) the best of the presents for Luke. She was kind and beautiful, and gave him all the attetion he craved. And even Annabeth liked her, and would let her do her hair when she was tired. She was a part of their little, broken family.
Sometimes, Ari would cover up for Luke, when he sneak out to get things for other half-bloods and for himself. Like a PlayStation or some chess board for Annabeth, or his little presents for Ari.
Sometimes, Luke would sneak her in the Big House, to use the phone to talk to her father.
Every friday night, the would sit in the shore of the lake, to talk about everything or to be completly silent. Every time the scar on Luke's face hurt, Ari would stay by his side and try to ease the pain. Every time Ari felt like the stress of carring everyones problems and her owns, Luke was there to relieve her.
They were partners in crime, always there for each other.
That, until an enemy emerges from the shadows and resentment.
That, until one betrays the other.
Until Arianne Deveraux feels love and hate in her guts.
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stariekis · 2 months
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love novels.
pairing : non idol! jungwon + librarian!reader . genre : fluff . cw : none ! let me know if i should add smt . wc : 2.6k not proofread
— synopsis : who said that you can't live those things you always read in your romance novels ?
— note : long ass hiatus damn ... sorry for being so inactive babies but i've been pretty busy with uni and resting too ngl but i promise i'll repay u🤞🏻 <3 n e wayyys here u have a lil woni one shot :D hope u guys enjoy it! all kinds of feedback and reposts are always appreciated as u know 🤲🏻⭐
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This new semester you decided on working for your college's library. You loved reading and you go there pretty frequently so you thought that this was the perfect job for you and you can also have some extra credits
The first days there you notice a particular student entering the library at the same time every day, five o'clock to be precise. At firts you didn't pay much attention to him, he was like every other students after all.
But as the time passes by you find yourself looking for him every afternoon, hoping to see him again at the same time.
He was pretty - a pretty handsome guy to be fair - so it was obvious that he would eventually catch your attention. He also has a unique and calm aura, making him more interesting to you.
This is how we ended up in this exact day. The day was pretty boring, not many people entered the library and you spent most of your shift seating behind the desk and organizing the shelfs.
The sound of the door opening caught you attention. It was him, the boy with pretty eyes. Looking at the clock you smiled, five o'clock, right on time.
He, as usual, when straight up to the 'romance novel' shelft. You wanted to talk to him so bad, but how he will react if you just approached him out of the blue ?. So, when you saw him grabbing one of your favorite books you knew you couldn't let this opportunity slide away.
— 'That's one of my favorites books' you said, standing behind his back. He turned around as soon as he heard your voice, smiling at you. He was tall, his frame almost towering you, and he was even prettier up close.
— 'Really? i didn't know that you were into this type of books' actually he knew it perfectly, he saw the same exact book on you desk the other day that's why he choose it.
You didn't notice but since the first time he entered the library he was enchanted by you. Images of you behind your desk with your glasses on and you hair up in a messy bun keep repeating on his mind since that day, he then started frequenting your workplace more.
— 'I actually love romance novels but this one is amazing really, the characters are so well written that you empathize a lot with them and the plot is like strangers to loves and-' you looked at him for the first time and you were shocked to say the least when you found him looking directly at you, totally hypnotized while listening to you. — 'I talk too much don't i?' you look at you feets trying to avoid his gaze.
Jungwon giggled, putting on of his hand under your chin and lifting your face until your eyes met again. You almost melt under his touch. — 'Not at all, i love hearing you talk' he said almost whispering, you didn't realize how closr both of you eere until he backed up a bit.
He handled you the book — 'Sadly I have to go now i have some things to do but i will come back to rent this book okey?'. You nodded, you were completely out of words and your heart was beating fastly. — 'See you around pretty librarian'.
Then he made his way towards the door and, before closing it, he gave your the sweetest smile ever showing his pretty dimple.
You stood there with the book in your hands. When you were about to put it back on the shelf you saw a piece of paper sticking out tje side.
You picked it up and opened it. You put your back against the shelf and slid down until you were sitting on the floor smiling at the note.
i've always wanted to talk to you so, if you want too, text me :)
+ xxx xx xx xx
pd. you are really pretty btw <3
att. jungwon
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selineram3421 · 1 year
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Hello! I have been told that my little sister tried to ask a request here but thinks she 'did it wrong'.
So the request is Alastor with a s/o who LOVES his hands. Like holding or playing with them
Of course take your time and I am sorry if you have been asked this request twice bc of my sister. I love your work and I also cannot wait for the firts episode of hazbin hotel. Alastor is my comfort character together with fat nuggets and I can't wait to see them
Again sorry if you got asked the same request twice and remember that you don't have to write this if you don't want to!
*slides over and swipes up request*
Headcanons of Alastor's S/O Loving His Hands
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Romantic: Alastor X Reader
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The first time you met Alastor, your eyes immediately followed the movement of his hands. Taking in how he expressed himself animatedly with them when speaking.
You'd often stare whenever his hands would move fluidly. Most of the time the other's would have to snap you out of your "trance."
Angel would tease you, sometimes Husk would join in.
Eventually the red man himself found out about it and confronted you.
"I often find your eyes on me. Not that I don't like admirers but may I ask why?", he asked towering over you, holding your chin up between his thumb and pointer finger.
Hell. Idk about you but I'd be flustered.
"I find your hands beautiful.", you'd respond.
Alastor is surprised.
Yes, he's received many compliments but none of them have been about his hands.
"What's so beautiful about them?"
"Can I let you know after examining them closer?"
He agrees.
Over the next few days, you hold, play, and just gazed upon his hands for a certain amount of time. Being mindful that he's not into physical contact much.
While doing so, both of you would talk.
The Radio Demon found your company pleasant. Letting you examine his hands more often than before.
Finally, he asked you the question again.
"What's so beautiful about my hands?"
"They're beautiful because of the way you move them.", you answer, holding one of his hands. "Whenever you use them, so graceful and precise."
He watches as you press your finger at the tip of his claws.
"They are also dangerous.", you say with a smile. "Dangerously Beautiful."
Carefully, he moves your fingers away and holds your hand. Moving it closer to kiss the back of it.
"You have lovely hands yourself my dear~"
Angel and Husk still tease you when they catch you staring.
Alastor let's you play with his hands whenever. Sometimes he'll just give you his hand out of habit and won't notice that he's done so.
He thinks its cute when you put your palm against his to see the size difference.
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I can't blame your sister for liking his hands. I also think they are nice.
~Seline, the person.
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boba-beom · 4 months
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Best friend Yeonjun who casually openly firts with you but swears he's not
I love this 🤭
bsf!yeonjun who's always touchy with you, whether it be leaning against you, a stray hand on your waist or an inviting hug where his hand placement drives you insane, but you have to convince yourself that's just how he is.
bsf!yeonjun who compliments you all the time, never a foul word about you coming out of his mouth, literally your number one cheerleader. but his compliments are always, "you smell good," or "you're so beautiful."
bsf!yeonjun who jokes about, "you think people have seen us together and thought we're a hot couple?" but he's just waiting for his other friends to agree with that statement, casually wrapping an arm around your waist.
bsf!yeonjun who has plenty endearing gestures like tucking your hair behind your ear out of the blue while you're talking to him; giving you forehead kisses when he gets up from the couch just to get a drink or a snack from the kitchen; sometimes even has a sneaky hand on your lap with his fingers drawing invisible shapes.
bsf!yeonjun who winks at you from a distance when you make eye contact with him, or even in a crowded room and you're the only person he lays his eyes on until you walk towards each other.
bsf!yeonjun who plays it off cooly when asked by others, or you, if he's flirting with you, saying, "I'm not flirting, honest." with his hand on his heart and everything lmao
bsf!yeonjun who gets nervous when you linger a little longer after giving him a hug, your hand sliding down to his chest and playing with the material of his shirt. "you look great in this, jjunie." and he melts at the sound of that.
bsf!yeonjun who has to control his breathing when you hug him from behind the sofa, your arms draped around his neck and your face close to his, "hey handsome, let's go out today."
bsf!yeonjun who's flirting game came to bite him in the ass because you're just as good as he is.
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