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mosaickiwi · 1 year ago
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Patience
hi i really like this post so i wrote it!!! (my hobbies include robbing sai)
warning: Angel coming down from a panic/anxiety attack while Ren waits in da hallway. Also a little self loathing if u squint?
14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI
💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤
The tightness in your chest was finally waning. You took a deep breath—the easiest one you'd had in what seemed like hours. 
It felt cold on the floor now. Or maybe it'd been like that since the moment you locked yourself in. But you were more aware of it, at least. You leaned back against the wall with a sigh, closing your puffy eyes. Though your hand trembled, you gently rapped your knuckles on the marble flooring.
A faint knock on the door to your right came in response.
[REDACTED] had been there the whole time while you cried. They never said a word, but always answered you in some form. I'm here.
Vulnerability was shameful according to the voice in your head. You were making gradual progress to get rid of that voice, to give yourself the grace you gave others to seek comfort when needed. And if he couldn't see you, letting it all out didn't feel so bad. All you needed was to know that they were close by.
You tried to speak and only managed to throw yourself into a coughing fit from how raw your throat was. Hunching over with your head on your knees, you could only wait until it was over. There were hurried footsteps from the other side of the door that you barely heard over the haggard sounds.
This time, they reached out first. It wasn't a knock like usual, but your phone vibrating atop the marble. You felt around on the floor until it was within your grasp. The simple message on screen turned clear as you gently wiped at your eyes, still blurry from earlier.
water?
Despite your exhaustion, you laughed, then silently winced at the slight pain it caused. Any help or care he could offer was always within seconds when it came to you. 
It took you a few measured breaths to gather yourself enough to unlock the door. Along with a thin line of light, a water bottle slid through the small gap, only the tips of his scarred fingers coming into view before they disappeared altogether. You opened the door a little wider and tilted your head to peek out at him.
His dark mess of hair greeted you, rather than his face. [REDACTED] was sitting on the floor, almost the same as you were minutes ago with his back to the wall, knees bent and arms crossed over them. They made sure to keep their head turned away. He knew you didn’t want anyone to see you like this.
You stretched out into the hallway to touch his shoulder. It was the only way you thought to offer some form of a thank you in the moment. Their muscles flexed and shifted under your fingers, but otherwise, they didn’t acknowledge you.
The room seemed stuffy now, so you kept the door open just a crack for a little fresh air. You scooted back to your place beside the door, then slowly drank the water in peaceful silence, the man that sat still as a statue within arms reach at the corner of your vision. Everything still ached in some way from the crying session. But it wasn’t as long as usual. You tapped on the floor and watched him.
Through the space no bigger than your pinky finger, you saw your partner immediately put one hand to the wall, and knock back.
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tackykachowch · 8 months ago
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How it feels to not like timebomb after s2
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#I'M NOT A HATER I SWEAR I ACTUALLY REALLY LIKE IT ON PAPER#i do however think that it came literally out of nowhere and was hella rushed and kinda ridiculous#like. if the argument is that original ekko fell in love with jinx it doesn't make sense because they were enemies for most of their lives#if the argument is that current ekko fell in love with au powder and now projects these feelings on jinx it's kinda uh. messed up#because she's a whole different person. entirely. it doesn't matter if both these version started out as a 9-year old powder. they had#extremely different lives and experiences and thinking that “there's still this kind of powder in jinx deep down” is straight-up awful#OR even if he didn't project his feelings for powder on jinx why would he love her in the current universe? last time they met she blew them#up and now she wants to commit suicide. there's literally no reason for him to have any kind of feelings except the slight friendly#affection that's left from all those years ago. and yet the show and most importantly the fandom treats them like a couple??? i don't get it#also it's kinda insane that s2 turned jinx and ekko into flat shipping material#again. obviously i have nothing against the shippers and do not condemn it in any way. i'm just expressing my thoughts on the matter#also what pisses me off the most. is how in ep9 jinx in fully painted with ekko's symbols here and there. has the bandage (?) on her chest#like vi. has a hood that looks like a drawing that isha made. and yet there's no fishbones or any reference to silco at all#i mean. i get it s2 hates him but i can't help it#they gave her all these relationships and pretended that they're significant to her and yet they didn't have any proper development#to really earn it#arcane critical#arcane season 2#anti timebomb#jinx arcane#ekko arcane
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mechanicalbowtye · 11 months ago
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read the scratch upd8. little too close to home
#tw vent#in tags at least#when i was reading hs like 3 ish years ago i related a lot to vriska and terezi cause i was in what i think was a really destructive#friendship qpp thing with my best friend online and a boy who liked both of us but mostly her.i was incredibly isolated irl as was my friend#and all my other online friends. i really should have seen that something bad could happen but i didnt and i got into a really deep#depression for like 3 months after but. my dearest friend girl decided to start befriending a 30 yo man and i. like an idiot. followed her#like a lovesick puppy even though all the warning bells were going off. we were in a gc with him that we texted in at all times of the day &#night and we shared selfies and dreams and our daily problems with isolation or hw or whatever. he got more and more creepy and my dearest#friend lashed out at him because she was scared while i sort of stopped talking as much because i was scared but. he still talked to me lots#in dms. he talked shit about the authority figures in our lives and isolated us from our ither online friends he made creepy picrews of me &#my friend getting married and he talked about moving in with us one day. we blocked him but sometimes he still tries to contact me. after it#blew up my friend left me and discord which is probably best and after my depression time i eventually got an irl friend or two but. i never#got over it. he did it to other people too we found out later. he always complimented me on being so sharp and talented and it was nice caus#it was really my first compliment from an adult who wasnt my family and. ig it got to my 14 yo head. anyways. the update made me cry. i had#read that it was bad and knew it would be bad for me specifically cause doc scratch always reminds me of that time in my life but. i didnt#think it would be that bad. i dont blame hs2 creators or anyone else and ig im glad i braved the storm but it was really painful to read#gonna go watch a more light hearted thing now.#if anyone sees this dw ill get over it#anyways. believe the warnings this update is very triggering and you can skip it if you want#glad i have like 5 followers rip
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coyoxxtl · 1 year ago
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i didnt want to put this in my prev reblogs tags but like
my dad was a us army soldier that went to Iraq, and for a long time i thought he did good over there, or at least tried. like my mom said that he had locals thank him personally for his help. though now i wonder if he’s just, lying about all that. bc not only did he literally Come Back Wrong after his third deployment, over the years he slowly opens up about shit he deliberately never told me, like the time he and a few other soldiers were left for dead by his group, and he only survived because the locals helped him, if im remembering right. however, i wonder how true that all is, or rather does that make up for the other heinous shit he’s responsible for. i remember him telling me passively he tortured a man. so i Know he has skeletons in his closet, i know for a fact there’s shit he will take to his grave.
all those times i prayed for my dad to survive and come back home, was that at the expense of innocent Iraqis? could my dad dying out there saved someone? I’ll never know for sure, but it kinda points to that doesn’t it?
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sassyandclassy94 · 2 months ago
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Tuesday Tales From the Market
Me: *Gets in Ryan’s way on purpose and blocks the door to the cooler. Silently daring him to either plow through me go around*
Ryan: “Move, Abby. Move. Moooooove.”
Me: “No. You move.”
Ryan: “Moooooooove-uh.”
Me: *steps to the side* “You sound like a cow.”
Ryan: “Ha!”
Me: “Or a bull.”
Ryan: “That’s more accurate.”
Me: “Or a steer.”
Ryan: *shoots me a death glare* “Screw. You.”
Me: “Oh, Ryan relax! I meant nothing by it; I was just going down the list of bovines.”
Ryan: *Says ‘screw you’ in Italian as he leaves the prep room, hauling that cart behind him like a little Halflinger colt*
Me: *rolls my eyes* “Classy, Ryan! Classy.”
James: “What’s a steer?”
Me: “It’s a… it’s a castrated bull.”
Then James proceeded to make it really weird and challenged me on the definition of castration vs emasculation🤦🏻‍♀️ I said, “Nope. I’m pretty sure what I said was correct. I’ve watched many a veterinarian show and grew up reading about animals. I am positive that that’s the right definition.” *wants to pull out my hair*
THEN, THEN, he still fought me on that and was using all these words that were making me pretty freaking uncomfortable and I had to say “OKAY, James. It’s time to stop. We’re dropping this. It wasn’t even supposed to be that deep, Ryan’s just trying to be cute.” But he still didn’t drop it!! Maybe like 30 seconds went by and he goes: “Oh. You’re right. You do have the right definition.” I was like “Yeah. No crap, Sherlock.” But instead I said “Mhm. I thought so.”
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1tsjusty0u · 6 months ago
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i think i read a loz star wars au before (or at least a space au) but . well i cant say id like to take a crack at it because thats a lie but. unfortunately. i am thinking about it
#the jedi and sith (in the prequel movies) both remind me of.#like. friend described the sheikah and the yiga as being like one side vs the other. both have flaws but you cant be neutral or disconnect#from one without joining the other. theres just no winning#thats what the jedi and sith remind of soley on that level#like. i cant make the argument that the sith are reasonable actually because . they are not#they killed millions of people. they blew up a planet.#they tried to wipe out the jedi#but also. i dont think the jedi are Fully Good yknow?#theres propaganda elements in there and its inch resting#and also the vaguely medieval elements like jedi Knights and being protectors usually for senators and the force being called an ancient#religion/wizard stuff#also i just like the complexity of the jedi council propping up one idea of how to be a jedi#and to argue against it or argue against the council’s authority its assumed youre turning to the Dark Side#when youre not. but if you do try to join the dark side it is Worse for you#ganondorf on tatooine…#speaking of ganondorf though id want him to be handled with care#him doing anakins arc just wouldnt work because hes not Like That.#i could see him believing in the force and teaching Himself but not being a jedi or a sith#hating Both of them#or wanting to take over like palpatines position when hes a sith (not palpatine literally but a character with his role)#and just. ruling over the galactic empire as someone who Knows the force and the jedi and sith but not belonging to one#maybe hes rumored to be a sith but. i dont think.#well actually no i think he Could be a sith with the mindset of anger and hate making you more powerful#so yeah he could be actually#botw link could serve the jedi council methinks#probably protecting botw zelda as an order/mandated thing
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rosemaryhoney27 · 4 months ago
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“Meet the Parents (And Their Armory)”
When Danny said, “You guys should meet my parents,” the Batkids had collectively paused.
Jason: “Aren’t those the ones who tried to dissect you?”
Danny: “They got better.”
Damian: “You are very casual about attempted vivisection.”
Danny: “Welcome to the Fenton family, baby.”
Dick: “This can’t possibly go wrong.”
Steph: “Famous last words.”
FentonWorks — Amity Park
The Batkids stepped out of the Fenton RV, staring up at the lime green, Frankenstein’d-together house with a giant ectoplasmic turret on top.
Tim whispered, “That building violates every safety code I’ve ever studied.”
“Which means it’s perfect,” Jason grinned.
The front door burst open.
“DANNY-BOY!” Jack Fenton roared, charging out in a hazmat suit and hugging Danny so hard he phased to avoid cracked ribs.
“And these must be your little friends!” Maddie beamed. “Are they in your ghost hunting club? Vigilante group? Paranormal protection gang?”
Jason: “...Yes.”
Inside the Lab
Danny’s siblings (by chaos, not blood) stood in awe-slash-terror as Jack proudly showed off the Fenton Arsenal™.
“We’ve got Ecto-Blasters, Specter Snare Cannons, the Ghost Gabber 9000—”
“That one doesn’t do anything,” Danny stage-whispered. “It just yells ghost puns.”
“—and of course, my favorite,” Jack said, hefting a glowing, bazooka-sized monstrosity, “The Fenton Anti-Creep Stick™!”
“Can I hold it?” Jason asked immediately.
Danny: “You really, really shouldn’t—”
Jack: “You absolutely can!”
Danny: “—oh god.”
Jason grinned like a kid in a candy store as he hoisted the Anti-Creep Stick and blew a crater in the backyard. “I LOVE YOUR DAD.”
Gift Time
“So!” Maddie chirped. “We made each of you a custom ghost-defense item!”
Danny: “...Please be small.”
They were not.
Jason got a pair of twin ecto-revolvers — glowing green, sleek, with ghost-seeking tech embedded in the handles. He was in love.
Tim got a pocket-sized spectral scanner that unfolded into a full laptop. (“It hacks through dimensions,” Maddie said proudly. Tim nearly cried.)
Damian was gifted a miniaturized spectral scimitar. Jack added, “It sings your theme song when it powers up!” Damian smiled — a terrifying, sharp little smile.
Steph got an ectoplasm glitter bomb launcher. She immediately set it off in the kitchen. Maddie was delighted.
Dick received ecto-infused grappling hooks that let him swing through walls. He hugged both parents on the spot.
Later That Night
The Batkids lounged on beanbags in Danny’s room, covered in marshmallow goo from Fenton family s’mores night.
Steph: “Your mom tackled a ghost into the barbecue pit.”
Tim: “Your dad gave me a hug that cracked my ribs.”
Jason (stroking his new guns lovingly): “I’m moving in.”
Danny: “You’ll regret that at 3AM when the fridge starts screaming.”
Damian: “Your father attempted to high-five me. I allowed it. Once.”
Danny snorted. “He’s gonna cry from happiness later.”
Meanwhile, in the Fenton Kitchen
Maddie sipped her tea. “They’re good kids.”
Jack nodded, eyes misty. “Do you think if we adopt them too, we can finally start that Ghost Hero Team I always wanted?”
Maddie smiled. “Let’s give them snacks first.”
Group Chat: [Batfam + Phantom of the Groupchat]
Jason: Can I call your dad Pops?
Danny: ...I literally do not have the power to stop you.
Steph: i want to go back next weekend. ghost dodgeball rematch.
Damian: I defeated the kitchen specter with honor. Fenton called it a “heckin’ good whack.”
Tim: I still don’t know how the toaster is haunted.
Dick: Best parents. A+++ would let them arm me again.
Danny: they’re already building a tank for you.
Bruce: WHAT DO YOU MEAN "A TANK"
Danny: Too late B. You’re a Fenton by association now 😎
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rafesangelita · 3 months ago
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♡ telling rafe you didn’t use his credit card
warnings: use of the name ‘daddy’ (pls just scroll if that’s not your thing, you’ve been warned!!), rafe gets mad at you, fluff
rafe was already waiting for you outside the house when you and your best friends pulled into the driveway of tanneyhill, a small smile gracing his lips as he watched you step off the pink buggy with your hands full of shopping bags. “bye, love you!” you blew a kiss to the car before waving, turning around only to be met with rafe towering over you. “hey, daddy!” you pecked his cheek, allowing him to take the bags from you as you two made your way inside. rafe kicked the door shut once you plopped down on the couch, your heels still adorning your feet as you pouted up at him to join you on the sofa.
“how was your outing, bunny?” he pulled you onto his lap, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as he stroked your thigh, his eyes trailing down that pretty face of yours before settling on your glossy lips. “it was really good,” you smiled, resting a hand against his chest, “..but i kinda ran into a little hiccup, please don’t get mad.” rafe shifted his weight on the cushion beneath him, his eyebrows pinching slightly at your words. “what happened?” he swallowed thickly, watching the way a conflicted expression passed over your features.
“so.. i think i accidentally removed your card from my apple pay a while back and i’ve been meaning to add it again but i keep forgetting, and right before i left i decided to change purses but i didn’t realize i had left your physical card in my other bag, so when it came time to pay for my stuff i didn’t—” rafe cut off your rambling with a hand in the air, your explanation coming to an unexpected stop. “don’t tell me you paid with your own money.” he glared at you, his nostrils flaring as you looked away guiltily. “fuck, y/n.” he screwed his eyes shut, his head resting on the back of the couch as he groaned.
“why would you do that?” you shrugged, nervously fiddling with the charms on your nails as you tried to reassure him. “it’s okay! money just sits in my account anyways, it’s not a big deal!” you tried to ease his worries but he wasn’t having it. “it is though, bunny. you’re my girl, and my girl is taken care of, always. you should’ve called me and i could’ve arranged something.” he scolded you, his eyes wide as you mumbled a little ‘i’m sorry!’ — he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you shrunk in on yourself, hating the way his disapproval felt.
“how much did all of that cost?” he asked, both of you turning to inspect the white bags with various shades of pink tissue paper sticking up from the top. “uhm.. like eight hundred??” rafe cursed under his breath, his skin growing hot at the revelation. he hated it when you spent even a single dollar on your card, so hearing that you spent a lot more than that only made him more pissed off with himself. “alright, listen. i’m gonna put three times that amount back into your account—” you quickly protested, your mouth falling open in disbelief. “rafe! no, that’s ridiculous—”
he shushed you, already taking his phone out of his pocket and transferring the money. “no, it’s not ridiculous, ‘next time you run into a little ‘hiccup’ you call me and i’ll go over to wherever you’re at and pay for your shit myself if i have to. do you understand me?” you stared up at him, biting on your bottom lip before nodding, surrendering to him without a word. “i really am sorry, ray..” you whispered, allowing him to reach over you and grab your bags. “don’t be, alright? i should’ve made sure you were good before you left, okay? it’s not on you.” he pressed a kiss to your temple.
“why don’t we go upstairs and you give me one of your little hauls?” you lit up at the suggestion, nodding your head frantically as you practically shot up from his lap. “i think some of the outfits in here will make it up to you..” you smiled, flashing him a wink before the click of your heels against the stairs echoed throughout the foyer. rafe chuckled to himself, his cock stirring in his pants once he caught a glimpse of the lace material in one of the bags. it was going to be a long, long, long, night.
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thank you nonnie for celebrating with me ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡
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intellectualfallacy · 7 months ago
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please write more of hwang jun ho !! 🙏🙏
Author's Note: He was the first I wanted to write for to get my writing warmed up again, so can't help but oblige to this request! ☺️ I really hope you enjoy!
Summary: After you come back from a late night work outing, (Y/N) and Junho seem to have the same thought in mind.
Rating: M (18+)
Warning(s): Smut, Dirty Talk, Oral (F & M Receiving), No Protection
MDI
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The wind blew harsh as I rushed inside to the apartment’s lobby to escape the night’s cold weather, giving a shudder as I was met with a slightly less cold environment. I would have been home hours ago but a work dinner kept me away, making me regret wearing a dress if i had known I would be staying for so long. The alcohol helped keep me a bit warm but nothing like being at home with Junho. He was all I could think about during the outing; flashes of his sweet smile, laughter, his body cuddling and keeping me warm.. or how good he looked over me.. 
Maybe it was the one beer thinking for me. Or I really just needed him. Walking up the stairs, I reach our apartment door, clumsily pulling out my keys and opening the door silently. Instead of being met with a dark living room, the corner lamp and television lit the room, seeing Junho almost staring blankly at the screen as if to not fall asleep. “You’re not in bed?” I ask as i closed the door, causing him to jolt. “There you are.” He replies, huffing lightly as he stood up, the blanket on him slipping off as he yawned, wearing a white tee shirt and grey shorts. “You weren’t answering your phone but since the bar isn’t that far, I assumed you were just busy.” He explained as I took off my coat and heels, walking towards me. “How did it go?” He moved the hair out of my face, cupping my face as he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I moaned and smiled as he moved away, seeing his warm smile and groggy eyes. “It went good. Nothing special.” I close the gap between us as I wrap my arms around his neck, his hands moving to my hips. “I was just thinking about you, a lot.” I reply, him giving a curious hum. “What did I do to earn the privilege?” He places his forehead against mines, feeling his hands wander to the small of my back, moving me closer to him. “There’s too many to count.” I reply with a small laugh, making him smile proudly. “Should I give you a reason then?” He asks, moving his head back and a hand back up to my cheek, giving a soft rub. “Hmm.. How are you going to do that?” I teased, lightly running my fingers along his neck. Giving a small smirk, he grabs my legs and pulls me up, making me let out a gasp as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”
My back hits the mattress as Junho’s soft lips crash against mines, settling between my legs as I wrap one around him, the other bent on his side. His hands traveled my sides as he parted my lips, both of us moaning into our mouths and moving my hands along his back, dragging his shirt up more and more. I struggled not to grind up to him as his hand reached for my thigh, squeezing it and moving his hand higher, his rough fingertips gliding and raising my dress higher. “You’re so soft.” He moans out as he moves his head to my neck, giving light kisses and small licks as I moaned softly. I could feel him move the bottom of my dress up, lightly touching the inside of my thigh before feeling his covered bulge begin to grind down onto me slowly. “Junho.” I whimpered as he sucked on my neck, causing a sting before licking it as I grinded up to him, a hand pushing my hips back down. “You have to be patient, baby.” He said into my ear before giving it a little bite, making me grasp onto his shirt as he kept up the slow pace. “But I want more.” I whimpered, my nails dragging lightly against his back, hearing him give a low moan. Instead of answering, he moved up and off of me, moving off of the bed and standing. “Come take my clothes off if you need it that bad.” He gave an intense stare as I moved to him, keeping my eyes on him as his hand reaches down to grasp his growing cock. I simply nod and smile, standing and removing his shirt, it falling on the ground as my fingertips glide along his tight abs. My hand moves to his shorts, letting them fall on the floor as his black boxer briefs are revealed. I keep my eyes on him as I let my fingers trail along his bulge before gripping it lightly, smiling up at him as he sucks in a breath. He moves a hand to hold the back of my neck, keeping me there. “Are you my dirty girl?” He asks. I nod, feeling his fingers dig slightly. “Say it.” He growled, making me whimper with excitement. “I’m your dirty girl.” I say, earning an approving moan. 
“Then get on your knees.” He lets go of my neck, stepping back to give me space to be in front of him. Nodding, I kneel down in front of him, reaching back and letting my dress pool around me. Reaching up, my hand grips his bulge, giving light strokes as I look up at him. He gives a small smile before saying, “Come on, (Y/N), don’t be mean.” I move closer and place a kiss on his covered cock, keeping my eyes on him. “I thought we had to be patient.” I tease, getting him to growl. “I take that back.” He replies, his eyes going along my body. “Take that bra off, too.” I nod, keeping my eyes on him as i reach back and unlatch my bra, letting it fall with the dress. I lick my lips as my hands pull and let go of the black fabric, watching his cock spring out. He lets out a relieved moan as my hand wraps around his base, kissing his tip before taking out my tongue, letting his tip lay on it for a second before licking him. My other hand comes up to grab his thigh as I let my mouth fully wrap around him, my eyes shutting as I adjust to him. A low groan escapes him as his cock hits the back of my throat, both hands grabbing my head and bobbing me, making me gag and move back, spit dribbling down my chin. “Fuck.” He groaned as I smiled up at him, both hands on his thighs as I take him in again, keeping my eyes on him as I bury his cock in my throat again. I gag a bit around him but keep bobbing my mouth, my eyes beginning to water as I did my best to keep them open. His eyebrows crease and his mouth stays open as he stares, groans, moans and curses escaping them as my hands grip onto his thighs. A hand travels to his balls, massaging them lightly as my eyes closed again, keeping up my movements until I feel him move me off of him. 
I let out a small gasp as I look up at him, seeing him huffing, letting out a load moan. “Get on your back.” He ordered, lifting myself up only for him to grab me halfway, lifting and tossing me onto the mattress, making me gasp. “I need you.” I whimper, catching my breath as his hands reached down, pulling my panties off as I raised my hips to help him. He let them drop before he lowered himself to my crotch, his lips and breath getting closer to my pussy, making me shiver. “You’re so wet.” He mutters almost to himself before his tongue peeks out of his mouth, his eyes glues to my wetness before he licks along my folds, his eyes closing as he tasted. “God, fuck.” I moaned out as I felt him drag his tongue again, opening his eyes and looking up at me. I whined as I felt his hands reach up, moving my legs up and over his shoulders before feeling his tongue move into my pussy, moving it back and forth before licking up to my clit, sucking on it lightly. Throwing my head back, I can’t help the moans that escape me before looking back to him, his hand reaching up and folding my tit as he enjoyed his motions. “I need your cock in me, Junho,” I whimpered, fighting to start grinding on his face. His eyes fluttered as he moved away from me, his chin lightly shining with wetness as he reached for a cabinet, pulling a small towel from it and quickly cleaning his chin. “Come here.” His hand captures my chin as I lean up to do so, our tongues intertwined with each others taste.
We stay like this for a moment, savoring each other before I move away, glancing at his cock, swearing I could see it twitch for a second. “Do you need my cock in you? Huh?” Looking up at him, he smirks as he brings he brings his cock to my pussy, rubbing his tip against me, making me moan out and nod frantically. “Yes, I do, please, Junho, I need you inside me.” I mumble against his lips as he spreads my legs and sinks into me, a yell and moan leaving me as his cock gently spreads me, his hand coming up to move the hair off my face as he slowly starts to thrust. I let out shaky moans as I adjust to him, a hand reaching to his hips and guide him on how I’m feeling. He keeps looking between my face and his cock thrusting into me, his beautiful face making the most sinful faces, groans and long moans making me get even closer. I grab the back of his head and he grabs the back of my knees, bringing them up to his shoulders as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling as his cock sinks even deeper than I thought. 
“Oh fuck-”
“Junho!”
My body shakes as he looks into my eyes, huffing and moaning so near my mouth as he enters me. The new angle makes me feel so full, whimpering as he brings his lips to my neck, hearing him almost whimper as my pussy tightened around him. He licks along my neck as he begins to thrust more, my hands coming up to rake my fingers along his back, feeling goosebumps rise as I reached his lower back. “You’re so fucking pretty.” Junho whines as he moves his head away, a hand grasping at my hip to bring it up as the other went to my tit, his fingers squeezing my nipple before groping it again. I can only whimper over and over again as his cock filled me, goosebumps rising on my skin as he kept fucking me so much, it was starting to become overwhelming.
“Huh-Jun- Fuck… Junho”
“Gonna come, baby?”
“Mmm-”
“Dirty girl. Come over this cock.”
I let out a choked whimper before moaning a mix of curses and Junho’s name, letting out a loud moan as my body shook with orgasm, whimpering as his cock kept moving. I look down at his cock moving in me before I glance to him, seeing his dark gaze watching my every movement, biting his lip before letting a whine escape. “I need you.” I whisper, bringing his head closer to me, our lips barely touching. “Cum in me.” I whimper, my sensitive pussy making me whine and tighten around him. Letting out a deep moan, he nods, keeping his eyes on me. “That’s what my honey needs. My cum.” He groans out, groaning loud before his movements fastened, making me curse at the sudden quickness of his thrusts. “All for me.” I whimper, smiling up at him. “Right, baby?” I whimpered, my hands squeezing his arms. His eyes squeeze shut as he keeps his hard thrust going, curses escaping him as I moan. “Mmm, that cock needs to cum in me~” I tease, pushing his head down onto my neck, moaning into his ear. “Oh-oh fuck-” He groans out before I feel his cock cum in me, moaning at the feeling. I grind up to him to help him through, moaning as he kept fucking me, his cock softening as he took it out, a soft moan from me as he slumped beside me.
He laid on his back before I moved and laid on his chest, letting out a soft moan as we settled in. He spread his legs, letting my legs go over his, my head laying on his chest as one of my hands laid on his chest, both of catching our breaths. After a moment, we both shuffled to move lower, laying side by side but our bodies facing each other to hug on the bed. We both stayed silent as he moved his head back and going along my body, almost inspecting for injuries before he turned to me almost exhausted, letting himself bury his head into my neck and hands holding me close. I smiled lightly before I relaxed, closing my eyes as I felt him bring up our blanket, covering us both in warmth. I felt him move away before I opened my eyes, him smiling back at me. “I love you.” He whispers before kissing me again, making me giggle with happiness. “I love you. More than you know.” I reply as our mouths move away for a second, his smile going across his face before kissing me deeply.
“That means you’re mine, right?”
“Always.”
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finelinevogue · 27 days ago
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forget the trophy
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summary - forget the trophy, you’re more important
pairing - lando norris x secret gf ! reader
a/n - i literally watched one race today and now i think i am qualified to write f1 fic… who do i think i am right?!? anyways sorry for any inaccuracies lol
> Now.
It was a big day.
Not only was it the Silverstone Grand Prix but it was also your first time attending a race as Lando’s secret girlfriend.
Apart from his family and yours, no one else knew that you two were in a relationship. You had both decided for it to be that way, particularly because you didn’t come from a famous lifestyle.
The British Grand Prix for Lando was everything. He was so determined to win and you felt that it wouldn’t be right if you weren’t there to support and celebrate, no matter the outcome.
So you had decided to attend, passing yourself off as just an extended member of Lando’s family for now.
Before the race you hadn’t seen Lando, because they like their drivers to keep their head on the race and not be distracted by anything.
It was a slight blow not being able to wish him good luck right before the race, but at least you got to last night.
> Last Night.
“Would you stop pacing?”
Lando was sat in bed already, bedsheet pulled halfway up his body so his top half was shown. One arm was thrown behind his head as he watched you pace the short length of the hotel bed in front of him.
“I can’t!”
“Y/N.”
You placed your hands on your hips as you blew out a long steady breath.
“I feel sick.” You said, staring at the floor beneath your toes.
“Y/N.”
“You know what? Is this what a panic attack feels like? I mean, I thought I’d be rolling around on the floor hyperventilating if I was.”
“Babe.”
“Maybe a panic attack would be good you know?”
“Right. That’s it.”
Before you could register what was happening you felt an arm slink around your waist and tug you down onto the soft mattress. Lando didn’t stop moving your body until you were pulled to the top of the bed and he could cocoon you in his body.
You laughed after a scream as his hands managed to find your ticklish spot on your waist.
“Stop.”
“Come here.” He laughed, tugging you close.
You calmed down as you looked over Lando’s face and saw the underlying concern there in his eyes. He came down off the high with you, keeping you close like it was his way of keeping you safe.
“What?” You asked, looking down at where he wore his necklace that you gave him. The one he hadn’t taken off since you gave it him.
“Look at me, please.”
You shook your head slowly, trying to burrow your face deeper under his chin.
“Okay, but listen to me then, yeah?”
You nodded, kissing his neck softly to prove you were paying attention.
“Nothing is going to change tomorrow if you don’t want it to. We can pretend like we don’t know each other at all if you want - as hard as that would be for me. But there’s a part of me that wants everyone to know that i’m yours and you’re mine. I like the idea that people can get to know you and see how amazing you are.”
“I’m scared.”
“I am too, but we’ll be doing it together.”
“It doesn’t seem as scary when you put it like that.” You said, tilting your head out of the warm nest you’d made so you could once again look at Lando face to face.
“It doesn’t, does it?” He gave you a smile that sealed that pressure off for you. With that smile you knew everything would be okay.
> Now.
“Is Lando Norris about to win his first British Grand Prix?”
You were watching the race on a TV from a private room in the McLaren pod.
Lando’s mum was sat in there with you, as were your family. Everyone who you wanted to be here to witness this moment with you was here.
You watch as Lando turns the final corner. Tears were already in your eyes.
As he drove across the finish line you couldn’t help but be overwhelmed by emotions.
“And Lando Norris wins the British Grand Prix at Silverstone.”
Everyone in the room erupted with cheers and joy. Lando’s mum went immediately to crying, as did you. Your mum hugged you in celebration and as she pulled away she helped wipe your mascara - waterproof my ass.
You went up to Lando’s mum next and gave her a huge hug, which she returned with a kiss to your cheek.
“He’s going to want to see you first I bet.”
“Over his mum? I don’t think so!” You laughed, wiping underneath your eyes.
She gave you a look to suggest otherwise and hugged you one last time.
The McLaren team ushered you out of the room to continue your celebrations near the podium. Your mum and dad were out of the door first, followed by Lando’ family.
You stayed back to grab a quick picture of yourself sobbing over this monumental moment, laughing to yourself as you saw the state you were in. You immediately sent it to Lando, knowing he wouldn’t see it until later when he’s with you.
“Y/N?” Someone asked whether you were joining everyone else and you nodded excitedly.
After you’d been led outside you couldn’t help but become overwhelmed again when you heard all the fans in the stands cheering Lando’s name.
So many people loved him.
So many people idolised him.
And it was so fucking crazy that you got to be the one that held him in a different way after every race.
God you were so proud.
You smiled as you joined the back of the McLaren team mini-mosh pit as they jumped and cheered as Lando pulled up in front of the podium.
It was a great moment for the team.
You laughed as you watched Lando on the big screen, pulling a tissue from your dress pocket to wipe underneath your eyes. You held your hands together and rested them underneath your chin as you watched him with awe.
He got out of his car and stood atop of it to seal the moment.
You cheered along with everyone else, making you feel like a fan for a moment.
He didn’t take his helmet off as he made his way over to the crowd of McLaren teammates. He was meant to go and get weighed instantly, but he was allowing himself to have this one moment instead.
He got hugged and tapped on his back and head as he met his teammates. You stood on your tiptoes to catch a glimpse of him, covering your hand over your mouth to conceal any ugly sobs.
Lando stood up on the railing so he could see the whole team. Well, that’s what it looked like to everyone else but in reality he was just looking for you.
Lando immediately spotted you at the back and waved his hand for you to come closer.
You shook your head, not wanting to steal his moment. However, when the team parted to practically create a path for you to walk down to meet him you couldn’t say no.
Your body took over and you ran the few steps to meet him.
By this point Lando had jumped down off the fencing and quickly instructed his teammates to help him take off his helmet and mask.
You let out another sob as you reached him, pulling him for a bone-crushing hug.
Your body shook against his as you cried in happiness.
He deserved this.
This was his win.
Yet, he was sharing his moment with you. As if you were the trophy at the end of all of this.
His arms held you tight against him, neither of you stopping to think of how public this was between you. Maybe that was the point though, because doing it together didn’t seem daunting at all.
“Well done.” You mumbled against his neck.
You felt him laugh out a breathy laugh against your shoulder. “We won.”
We.
Like you had helped him cross that finish line first.
“You’re so amazing.” You let your lips kiss his neck as you spoke.
Lando tilted his head back away from you, allowing him to see you up close for the first time all day.
He shook his head softly at you with a smile.
“What?” You asked nervously, holding the back of his neck as he held your cheeks.
“Feeling a lot of emotions right now, but nothing exceeds the way I feel for you.”
“Stop. I’m already crying, you dickhead.” You start crying a little more.
“Lando we need you over here.” A woman with a headset on sort of ruined your moment. You could see his expression sour slightly, but with a few tugs on the curls on the back of his neck he was brought right back to you.
“Go. I’ll be here.” You promised.
He kissed your forehead, his promise of returning to you after he completed his job first.
He was chaperoned over to where he needed to go, glancing back at you to blow you a kiss.
If people didn’t know you were together by now… well then those people aren’t exactly geniuses.
Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more emotional you watched on the big screen as Lando signed a bottle of champagne.
Y/N, we won this one together.
And drew a little imperfect heart underneath it.
So…
You guessed you two weren’t a secret anymore?
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mydear-corinthian · 1 month ago
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old man
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synopsis - after a mission, you and Bucky were forced to stay in a cabin until Steve and the others arrived. In the middle of a small argument, you said something you regretted… or did you?
pairing - bucky barnes x avenger! reader
warnings - SMUT +18, enemies to ..?, small argument, one bed trope, dom!bucky, overstimulation, creampie, squirting, dirty talk, p in v, (y/n) mentioned once
notes - inspired by that one fic of duncan vizla i read here ^_^ divider by enchanthings-a
main masterlist | marvel masterlist
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For how many months was the Avengers' primary mission to locate the small Hydra bases around the world? It's not exactly a new task for you. You and Bucky were assigned to this mission, which involved searching Romanian woods for a batch of super-soldier serum.
It painted the white, cold snow, and the bodies of the Hydra soldiers covered in blood adorned the area outside the small base.
“We got ‘em, Cap,” you said as you touched your earpiece, breathing hard after you just fought the last Hydra men. 
“Good. You two must stay put first while the others continue to locate bases in the area. There is a bunker in that location. You and Bucky can stop by there until everyone is done with their mission and then we’ll pick you up.” Steve replied on the comms. 
A frown replaced your smile. What do you mean stay on put? With Bucky? 
It's not really the kind of person you get along with, Bucky Barnes. He’s mysterious, cold, distant– everything. You don’t exactly have a good relationship with him. The both of you often argue with the smallest things– from a box of cereal, when training, just every single interaction you had with him. 
It felt more like divine retribution than an assignment when Steve revealed that you and Bucky would be working together on the mission. Like the universe had looked you dead in the eye and said, “Yeah, suffer.”
Out of all the people they could’ve assigned, they gave him Bucky. The one person you swore you’d never work with. 
What a wonderful day right!
"Aw, come on! We retrieved the serums already. Can we just go home and call it a day?” you groaned.
“Yeah, Steve. I’d rather go home. Or into a coma. Whichever gets me out of this faster,” Bucky muttered.
You didn’t bother hiding your annoyance, eyes rolling before Bucky even finished his sentence. It was exhausting to be around him, as if seven years of your life were being chipped away by every second. But he’s right, you’d rather get out of this mess immediately. 
The both of you heard Steve chuckled from the comms, “I’m sorry, lovebirds. You guys really gotta wait. Make this a perfect moment to stop fighting each other and offer peace.”
Lovebirds
Fuck that.
“Whatever. Just send us the coordinates.”
“Sending now.”
~
It took almost an hour to find the bunker. Every step felt slow and heavy, and the entire trail was blanketed in thick snow that was at least a foot deep. The cold wind blew through the trees, and everything was quiet except for the sound of your boots crunching the snow.
When you finally saw it, the bunker looked small — way smaller than you expected. It was hidden at the edge of the clearing, almost buried under snow. The walls were old and rusty, and the roof looked like it might cave in if it snowed any harder.
“What a nice AirBnB huh,” you sarcastically commented as soon as you saw it. 
Bucky didn’t mutter a single word and went inside right away. You hurriedly followed him, not wanting to get locked outside. As soon as he opened the door, your mouth hung open.
One bed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
You put your go-bag on the little table in front of the bed, exhausted and defeated, while Bucky locked the door firmly and looked for items the S.H.I.E.L.D. had left behind. You removed your black parka jacket and folded it beside your bag. On the other hand, Bucky found two guns covered in a plastic zip-lock that was placed under the bed. 
“You gonna shower?” you asked, looking up at him. “You can go first. I’m still arranging my stuffs.”
Bucky simply nodded, not having the strength to argue anymore. He grabbed his whole bag and brought it with him to the bathroom. You sighed, getting up and grabbed the guns. Ripping the plastic open, you inspected them carefully before putting the bullets in then placed both on the nightstand. One for you, one for Bucky.
The mattress was supringsly soft but still small for the both of you. Your head was clouded with thoughts as soon as you sat on the bed. The both of you fight. A lot. Practically every time the both of you talk. And yet… sometimes, you wish we could just sit down and have a real conversation. Just talk. But you know it’s not that easy—especially not with someone like him. He’s so quiet, so withdrawn, like he’s always trying to disappear into the background. You get it. They broke him and made him into something he never wanted to be, and you know what Hydra did to him. Everyone talks about the Winter Soldier as if he were just that. But you don’t care about that. I want to know James. Bucky. The man. Not the myth, not the weapon. Just… him
Your thoughts were interrupted as soon as you heard the knob twisted from the bathroom. Bucky got out of the shower with some new clothes on. The sight was.. something for you to feel things.
The tight active dry shirt was hugging his biceps so much. He was also wearing a plain shirt and his hair.. oh god his hair. It was still a bit wet but god he looks good.
“You can go next,” Bucky said while he wiped his hair with a white towel that was sitting on his shoulders. 
You instantly grabbed your clothes and towel to cover up the blush that had appeared on your cheek. Closing the bag, you walked past him and went inside the bathroom.
It was small but it’ll do. It was a miracle that it has a heater— definitely can’t find that in a cabin like this. As you started rubbing soap all over your body, you can’t help but thought of Bucky again. Are you actually having a crush on him? 
He’s smart, tall, strong.. and definitely handsome. He might be cold and harsh but there are some times that he’ll ask you if you're okay after debfreifing and he never doubted your skills– which is a big thing for you. 
After you finished taking a shower, you found Bucky reading his own copy of The Hobbit. His face looked calm, collected, and.. hot?
"What is up with you and that book?" you asked.
"Huh?"
You rolled your eyes. "That's the 1937 book, right? The one that you've been bragging and literal is old like you."
"I'm not that old," he sighed, putting the book on top of the night stand.
"You're like 120 yea—"
"107."
"Same thing! You even got that old man's attitude."
"Oh really now?"
“You’re so old I bet it won’t even stand up anymore,” you bit. 
Oh shit.
You definitely did not dodge a damn missile on that one.
Bucky paused for a bit. He looked at your eyes and god you were terrified. You thought that maybe you slipped through the line with that joke. You were mentally punching yourself. You were waiting for a slap on your face or even a gun but nothing. Why the fuck did you even say that?
It wasn’t nothing.
But his lips on yours.
Bucky’s hands suddenly grabbed your face, firm and desperate, and before you could breathe—he kissed you. Hard. Your heart slammed against your chest, wild and thunderous, like it was trying to answer him.
"You really need to shut that mouth of yours, huh?" he murmured.
Your mouth parted when his tongue brushed your lips, asking for an entrance— wait asking? He didn't need to. He did it right away. Bucky's rough palms guided towards your neck, titling it to taste you more.
"Mmm—" you moaned.
He didn't hesitate to slide his fingers down to your stomach then to your shorts, toying with the garter as he continued playing his lips with your mouth. He swiftly removed your black shorts, together with your panties— soaking wet—, and tossed them somewhere the room.
You whimpered when you felt his fingers brushed your pussy, making a slick of wetness sound. You arched your back and clenched your fists around the bed linens.
"Jesus— you're soaking," he teased.
Bucky's vibranium arm left your face and started to unzip his pants swiftly. His cock sprung free. Hard. And definitely big. Pre-cum leaking out from his swollen tip.
Aligning himself, he began to slide it in— swiftly. Bucky smirked at the sight.
"Oh my god. Fuck— my dick fits perfectly inside you, huh?"
"Bucky! Wa-it—!" you choked.
Bucky was stretching your hole so much that it hurt. You didn't expect for him to be big— THAT big. You can feel his veins kissing your walls, his tip meeting your pelvis aggressively. Your eyes rolled so much you felt like your eyes were facing backwards now.
"You take me so well, doll. You're squeezing me like your pussy knows me, so don't even pretend you don't like this."
As he sank farther, your legs locked with his. You whimpered, groaned, and repeatedly chanted his name as if it were a damned prayer. You never imagined for this to feel good and to be doing this with.. Bucky. Someone who gives you a cold glare. Someone who doesn't even talk to you. Someone you never thought you'd fall for.
Bucky looked at you. Your eyes.
Not with lust.
But a hint of love.
It was wrong, and he knew it. It was wrong for someone like him to fall to a woman like you. He's a murderer. A criminal. A monster. But he shook his head mentally, ignore all the negative thoughts for now.
"F-feels good, Bucky.. aah—"
Bucky's arms were beside you, holding himself as he thrusted in and out. The silver dog tags on his neck moved crazily. His biceps were flexed at his pace. He leaned forward to you until his face was just half a inch apart from you. You can feel his hot breath whenever he groans. You can see how his eyebrows furrowed everytime you clench on him.
You broke the distance; kissing him up. It was sloppy. Wet. Lusful. An action that speaks to continue and pace up. Both of your lips were glossy. You heard him groan again as he went inside deeper. Bucky was hitting the spots that your fingers cannot even reach— and damn he is good at it.
He looked at you with that dumb smirk of his and broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva between your lips and his.
"Didn't know that a damn insult is all that you need for me to fuck you like this, hm?"
"Mmp—! F-fuck you, Barnes."
"I am, doll."
Bucky straightened his posture. His metal arm grabbed your left leg and then placed it on his shoulder, allowing himself to push himself even further. You let out a loud moan when you felt him fucking the spongy spot. His head rolled back and eyes were closed from the pleasure.
"Please.. Bucky," you beg as a knot forms in your stomach.
"Please what, doll?"
"'m so close— I think I'm gonna cum.. Oh god!" you writhed.
He let out a chuckle. His pace going faster, harder. More desperate. More power. More possessive.
"Yeah? My girl's gonna come? Go on, doll."
After a few more thrusts, the knot on your lower stomach finally ripped off. You clenched on him as you came hard. You were a moaning mess.
But Bucky didn't pulled out just yet. You felt a cold touch on your clit; his finger circling figure of eights with his thumb. You whined and whined from the continuous pleasure until you felt like it was too much. Too hard to handle. Too good.
"No— wait! Too much, Bucky! I can't!" you whimpered.
"Shh.. I know, doll. But I can't just stop especially when you're still squeezing me."
You curled up your toes, arching your back, and gripped the pillows tightly as the pleasure became too much. You were overstimulated and overwhelmed. The sound of your bodies slamming into each other echoed all over the small cabin. His finger flicking your clit so fast and well until you felt another wave of orgasm incoming.
"Aah!— Too much.. too much! Mmp—"
You finally squirted. Your juices were all over his cock as he continued pumping inside you. A wet puddle started to soak on the white bedsheets.
"Jesus Christ, doll— So good for me. Look at you so vulnerable, so addicted."
Your eyes closed again from the overstimulation. Your legs were trembling. Bucky's pace slowly slowed down and turned sloppy. His moans and grunts were getting louder and louder.
"You were talking shit about me earlier and now I'm cumming inside you," he teased.
With one final deep thrust, he spurted all of his cum inside you— rope after rope after rope, filling you. His head rested on your shoulder for a bit, waiting every drop to store inside your fucked pussy.
Your legs collapsed. Your chest violently heaved up and down. Bucky then pulled out slowly and when he did, his cum dripped down on your ached hole. Letting out a choked moan, you clench on nothing; suffering from the phantom cock.
"All you need is pissing me off so I can fuck you? Very smart idea, doll."
~
The next morning came. The both of you finished packing. After a few more minutes, the sound of the Quinjet rang into both of your ears. The door opened, revealing Steve and Natasha.
Bucky walked first, holding his black backpack that was hanging on his left shoulder. He greeted Steve and looked at you. You grabbed your go-bag and wobbled to Natasha.
"Woah, (y/n). Are you injured?" the red hair woman asked as she offered her hand to you. "What happened? We'll bring you to the Medbay as soon as we ar–"
"Oh trust me, she's fine. She just did cardio last night," Bucky replied with a smirk forming on his lips before going to the Quinjet.
Steve's eyebrows furrowed. "How can she do cardio in the middle of the ni— OH."
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heavenlybodies333 · 8 days ago
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I wanna ruin our friendship, we should be lovers instead -C.K
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Synopsis: Clark Kent is annoyingly perfect and painfully literal. Tasked to work together on a high-stakes investigation, you and Clark Kent clash from the start—his painfully literal perfection driving you nuts, your sharp wit only fueling his quiet amusement. When the line between work and something more blurs, what started as professional responsibility turns into a sweet, flirty, and utterly irresistible connection. (Spoiler: farm boy’s got stamina)
cw: Explicit gentle smut. Slow-burn fluff. Lots of flirting and banter. Domestic and cozy moments. You and clark working together and him driving you crazy.
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You should’ve known better than to give Clark Kent instructions. Not because he couldn’t follow them—no, Clark Kent, Mr. Perfect, was painfully good at following directions. But that was the problem. He didn’t just follow them; he followed them to the letter. And somehow, every time, it blew up in your face.
“Clark, for the love of god, can you please not triple-check every single quote with the source? We’re on a deadline!” you snap, slamming your notepad down on your desk.
He blinks at you innocently, those blue eyes maddeningly calm behind his glasses. “But you said to make sure I verify every detail, no exceptions. Your exact words, actually.”
“I didn’t mean verify it to death!”
“Well, I’m just doing what you asked,” he says smoothly, leaning an elbow on your desk like he’s not built like a Greek statue under that stupid button-down. “Wouldn’t want to disobey.”
You narrow your eyes at him. God, he’s infuriating. And worse—you can’t stop noticing how his forearms flex when he pushes his glasses up. “You’re doing this on purpose,” you accused, crossing your arms.
“Doing what on purpose?”
“This! This—” you gestured wildly at the papers “—playing dumb, acting like some helpless puppy, when I know you’re not an idiot.”
“I’m flattered you think so highly of me.”
“Clark.”
“That’s my name.” His grin widened, and you swore you could hear the faintest trace of amusement in his voice. Like he was enjoying this. Like he wanted you to get worked up.
“Fine.” You snatched the stack back. “I’ll fix it myself, because clearly you’re incapable of understanding basic instructions.”
“Oh no,” he murmured, but he didn’t sound even a little sorry. “Don’t take away my learning opportunity. How will I ever improve?”
“Clark Kent,” you hissed. “You are insufferable.”
“And yet…” He propped his chin on one hand, smiling lazily up at you. “You’re still standing here talking to me.”
You rolled your eyes walking away. 
You were halfway through your second cup of coffee when Perry White called you into his office. That was already a bad sign.
“Morning to one of my best,” Perry barked as soon as you stepped in. “Great exposé last month. You’ve got bite. I like bite.”
“Thank you?” you said cautiously. Compliments from Perry always felt like they came with strings attached.
“That’s why I’m pairing you with Kent on the Weston investigation.”
Your brain short-circuited. “I’m sorry—you’re what?”
“You heard me.”
“No, no, no, Perry, you can’t do this to me.”
He gave you a look over the rim of his glasses. “I can, and I am. Kent’s got sources in city hall. You’ve got a knack for sniffing out corruption. The two of you together? Pulitzer material.”
Pulitzer material. Sure. Or homicide.
“Perry, with all due respect, Clark Kent is—”
“Standing right behind you,” a warm voice interrupted. You froze. Turned. There he was, all six-foot-whatever of him, leaning against the doorframe with that infuriatingly polite smile, glasses perched low on his nose.
“Hi,” he said mildly.
“Don’t ‘hi’ me.” You pointed a finger at him like he was a cockroach you’d caught scurrying across your kitchen counter. “You and me, Weston investigation? No. Absolutely not.”
Perry was already distracted by a phone ring waving you both off but not before saying, “You’re both professionals, work it out.” You rolled your eyes and walked out with Clark in tow. 
“Don’t,” you hissed the second you were back in the bullpen, clutching your coffee like it was a lifeline.
“Don’t what?” Clark asked, trailing after you.
“Don’t act like this isn’t your fault.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t.”
You spun around to glare at him. “You’re enjoying this.”
His brows lifted in mock surprise. “Enjoying working with a talented journalist like you? Absolutely.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“You’re going to make me go insane!” You exclaimed. 
Clark grinned. “Insane? That’s a strong word.”
You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose taking a deep breath in closing your eyes trying to regain your patience. 
“Relax,” he said, stepping closer, voice dropping just slightly. “This’ll be fun.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Fun for who?”
“For both of us. Eventually.”
You hated that your body reacted to him. Hated it.
“Fine,” you snapped. “But ground rules.”
“Ground rules?”
“Yes. Rule one: don’t touch my notes.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Rule two: don’t talk to me unless absolutely necessary.”
“Hmm. That one might be harder.”
“Rule three—”
“Let me guess.” He tilted his head, and his voice dropped low enough to make your breath hitch. “Don’t get under your skin?”
Your cheeks burned. You hated him. You hated him.
“Exactly,” you said flatly.
His smile was slow. “Guess I’ll try my best, then.” But the glint in his eyes said otherwise.
“This isn’t necessary,” you grumbled, yanking open the passenger door of Clark’s car with more force than strictly needed.
He shot you a look over the top of his glasses as you slid in. “It’s raining. You really want to take the subway to City Hall like this?”
“Yes,” you lied.
“You’d get soaked.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I do,” he said simply, and you froze.
“…Excuse me?”
Clark shifted the car into drive, his big hands resting lazily on the steering wheel. “I don’t want you catching a cold.”
You blinked at him. “I—what—you don’t—”
“Seatbelt,” he interrupted.
“What?”
“Put your seatbelt on.”
You stared at him. “You’re kidding me.”
He glanced at you, brow raised. “Do I look like I’m kidding?”
You huffed, yanking the belt across your chest and clicking it into place. “You’re impossible, Kent.”
“Technically, I’m possible. I’m right here.”
“Stop.”
“Stop what?”
“Being like this.”
“Like what?”
You threw your hands up. “You know what I mean!”
Clark’s lips twitched, and you realized—too late—that he was doing that thing again. That infuriating thing where he played dumb on purpose, letting you work yourself into a frenzy for his amusement.
“Relax,” he said mildly. “Think of it as team bonding.”
“This is not bonding. This is torture.”
“Then why’d you agree to let me drive?”
“I didn’t! You showed up at my desk with your coat and keys and said, ‘Ready when you are.’ That’s not asking, that’s—”
“Being efficient,” he said.
You pinched the bridge of your nose. “I swear to God, Clark…”
Out of the corner of your eye, you caught his smirk. Smirk.
“Careful,” he said softly. “You keep saying my name like that and people are gonna start talking.”
Your head snapped toward him. “Excuse me?”
“Nothing,” he said innocently, eyes on the road. “Just an observation.”
You wanted to die. Or kill him. Or maybe both.
The faint smell of his cologne—clean and woodsy—filled your nose, and when he shifted in his seat, his broad shoulders flexed under that stupid button-up shirt like they had no right to.
You hated him. You hated him so much.
“Stop smiling,” you muttered.
“I’m not smiling,” Clark said, very clearly smiling.
“God, I can’t stand you.”
“You said that already.”
“Because it’s still true.”
“Mm.” His deep voice vibrated in your chest like a low chord, and you hated the way it made your stomach flutter.
His knuckles flexed on the wheel, forearms flexing against rolled sleeves, and you had to look away before your brain short-circuited.
“Admit it,” he said after a beat, “you don’t actually hate working with me.”
You blinked out the window. “Don’t make me throw this coffee at your head.”
“You didn’t deny it.”
“I’m not dignifying that with a response.”
“Still not a denial.”
You whipped around. “You want to know what I do enjoy?”
“I’m afraid to ask.”
“Silence,” you said flatly. “Blissful, uninterrupted, Kent-free silence.”
He laughed. “Good luck with that,” he said. “You’re stuck with me for at least two weeks.”
You groaned dramatically. “I’m going to die.”
“You’ll be fine,” he said, reaching across you casually to open the glove box. His arm brushed against your chest for just a second, just long enough to leave heat blooming under your skin like a bomb. “I’ve got snacks.”
“What is this, a road trip?” you scoffed.
“Every great partnership has snacks.”
“Clark, we are not a partnership. We are coworkers who tolerate each other under extreme duress.”
“I’m hearing a lot of denial from someone who took the coffee I brought.”
“You’re hearing a lot of restraint from someone who considered pouring it in your lap.”
He laughed again, pulling into the side street near the City Hall where you had your next interview.
“You coming in?” you asked as you grabbed your bag.
Clark looked you over slowly, “I go where you go,” he said simply. And somehow, it didn’t sound like a joke.
You rolled your eyes and slammed the door harder than necessary as you climbed out of the car, the force reverberating through your arm.
Clark didn’t even flinch. He calmly shut his own door and fell into step beside you, his long strides infuriatingly effortless compared to your stormy stomp.
“You always walk this fast?” he asked casually, hands stuffed in his coat pockets.
“Yes,” you snapped. “Because I’m trying to get away from you.”
“Hmm. Not working.”
“Don’t you have sources to call or a kitten to rescue or something?”
He chuckled under his breath. “Not unless you’re volunteering to climb into a tree.”
You whipped around and glared at him, pointing a finger right at his chest. “One more word, Kent, and I swear—”
“—you’ll throw your coffee at me,” he finished smoothly. “Yeah, I know. You’re very creative with threats.”
“God, you’re so—”
“Charming? Handsome? Helpful?”
“—insufferable,” you growled, jabbing him in the chest with your finger. Mistake. Because under all that flannel and wool, Clark was solid. Like… unnaturally solid.
He raised a brow, glancing at where your finger rested against him. “You done assaulting me, or should I press charges?”
“You’re not funny.”
“Little bit funny,” he murmured.
You threw your hands in the air and turned back toward City Hall. “Two weeks. I just have to survive two weeks.”
“Two weeks alone in my company,” Clark said from behind you, his voice dropping just enough to make your neck prickle. “Don’t sound too excited about it.”
You spent the next hour conducting interviews with city officials about Weston’s misuse of grant funds, and to your great irritation, Clark was… good. Too good. He nodded politely, asked sharp, incisive follow-ups, and flashed that boyish, disarming smile that made people loosen their tongues like they were under a truth serum.
And every time you tried to take the lead, he hung back just enough to let you shine. It was infuriating. 
“Stop hovering,” you hissed under your breath as you exited the building together. “I’m not hovering,” Clark replied calmly, following close behind. “You’re literally breathing down my neck.” “That’s because you’re walking half a foot in front of me. I have long legs.” “Then slow them down, Bigfoot.”
He chuckled softly and fell into step beside you.
By the time you made it back to the car, the rain had slowed to a drizzle, and the two of you were quiet for the first time all day. You told yourself it was just professional exhaustion—not the weird, crackling thing in the air between you.
Clark finally broke the silence. “You did good in there.”
You blinked. “What?” “You’ve got a way of asking questions that makes people talk. It’s impressive.” “…Are you mocking me right now?” His lips twitched. “Not this time.”
You squinted at him suspiciously. “You’re trying to butter me up so I don’t murder you later, aren’t you?” “Is it working?” “No.” “Shame,” he murmured, and the way he said it—low, almost thoughtful—made your stomach do a stupid little flip.
Back at the office, you spent the next hour combing through the notes you and Clark had gathered, trying not to look at him as he sat across from you, typing something one-handed with his glasses pushed halfway down his nose.
“Can you not… breathe so loud?” you snapped finally.
Clark looked up, startled. “Am I?” “Yes. It’s distracting.” “Sorry,” he said, not sounding sorry at all. “Do you want me to stop breathing entirely? Or just take smaller, quieter breaths?”
“Do you ever stop being annoying?” you asked flatly. “I don’t think so,” he admitted, his grin infuriatingly bright.
You shoved your chair back and stood, grabbing your empty coffee cup. “I need caffeine if I’m going to survive another second in your presence.”
“Black with one sugar, right?” he asked. You froze. “How do you—” “I pay attention.”
Your stomach swooped. Stupid, traitorous stomach. “Stop paying attention,” you snapped, stalking off to the break room.
When you came back, there was a fresh cup of coffee waiting on your desk. You glared at Clark. “I didn’t ask for this.” “I know.” “Then why—” “Because you’re less scary when you’re caffeinated.”
The next morning, you found him already at your desk. Feet propped up on the edge. Arms crossed lazily over his broad chest. “Rule one,” you barked. “Don’t touch my notes.” “Not touching them.” He gestured to the folders in front of him. “Just reorganizing.” “Rule two—don’t talk to me unless absolutely necessary.” “This is necessary. Perry wants us at the courthouse in an hour.”
You rubbed your temples. “Clark, I swear—” “You really should stop swearing you’ll do things to me,” he said mildly. “Someone might overhear.”
Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” “Clark Kent, I—”
“—am going to completely lose your mind if I don’t shut up?” he offered smoothly, pushing off your desk with maddening grace. He towered over you in that casual way he always did.
“I need to get my bag,” you muttered, turning sharply toward your chair—except Clark’s hand shot out and grabbed your elbow, stopping you mid-step.
“Why do you hate me so much?” he asked suddenly, his voice pitched low enough to make heat lick up your spine.
You froze. “I don’t—”
“Yes, you do,” he said softly. “You act like I’m the bane of your existence.” He leaned in just slightly, enough that you could smell the clean, woodsy scent of his cologne again. “But I don’t think you realize,” Clark went on softly, head tilting just slightly, “how often you say my name when you’re mad. Or how much I like hearing it.”
Your stomach swooped violently. “Don’t—don’t even start.”
“You’re not denying it this time.”
“Because it’s not worth my energy,” you snapped, reaching for the folder in his hands. “Now give me my notes.”
But Clark didn’t move. His fingers held the edge of the folder loosely, knuckles brushing yours as you grabbed for it. You froze. “Say please,” he murmured.
Your eyes shot up to his, and—God help you—you nearly forgot how to breathe. “Excuse me?”
“Say. Please.”
The words rolled off his tongue low and deliberate, like he was testing you. And the worst part was—you felt it everywhere. In the pit of your stomach. Between your thighs.  “Clark,” you hissed, tugging harder.
“Mm. There it is again.”
“Give. Me. My. Fucking. Notes.” 
You yanked again, and this time Clark didn’t budge. Didn’t even flinch. His fingers stayed exactly where they were on the folder, while his eyes—infuriatingly calm—stayed locked on yours.
“You’re so worked up,” he murmured, his voice pitched just low enough that it made your pulse spike. “Over a folder.”
“Over you,” you shot back, trying not to notice how big his hand looked wrapped around the folder.
He smirked and leaned just a fraction closer. “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said all week.”
You let go of the folder like it burned you and took a deliberate step back, your face hot. “You’re impossible.”
“Technically,” he said lightly, flipping the folder open like you hadn’t just been trying to rip it out of his hands, “I’m very possible.”
“Stop doing that.”
“Doing what?”
“That thing where you say the most ridiculous shit and then act like you didn’t just—” You broke off with a groan, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I give up. Nevermind. Walking away while I still have my sanity.” You turned around holding your hands up in surrender. 
It was only supposed to be a quick stop.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Clark said as he unlocked the door to his apartment, glancing over his shoulder with an amused little smile. “You’re the one who said we needed to cross-check the Weston sources tonight.”
“Yeah, at the office,” you shot back, arms crossed tight over your chest. “Not… here.”
“I thought you’d appreciate fewer distractions,” he said smoothly, swinging the door open.
You stepped inside—and froze. It wasn’t what you’d expected at all. For some reason, you’d pictured Clark’s place as a cluttered bachelor pad: laundry on the couch, pizza boxes on the counter, maybe an old Superman poster on the wall as some tragic irony.
But this? It was immaculate. Warm. Lived in, but organized. Clean lines and soft colors. A bookshelf that covered nearly an entire wall, filled with actual books, not just random knickknacks or DVDs. A faint smell of coffee and cedarwood lingered in the air.
“You… live like this?” you asked suspiciously, stepping further inside.
Clark shut the door behind you and shrugged, setting his keys in a little ceramic dish by the door. “Like what?”
“Like…” You gestured vaguely at the space. “Like you’re a functioning adult.”
He huffed out a laugh, reaching up to loosen his tie. “Would you prefer if I left my socks on the floor for authenticity?”
“Yes,” you deadpanned. “At least then you’d be slightly less insufferable.”
Clark’s lips twitched. “I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“Mm,” he hummed, heading for the kitchen. “We’ll see about that.”
You were still standing awkwardly in the entryway when he called out, “You hungry?”
“No,” you lied instantly.
“Good, because I was going to make dinner anyway,” he said over the sound of a cabinet opening. “You can join me, or you can sit there and glare at me while your stomach growls. Your choice.”
“I’m not staying for dinner.”
“Uh-huh.”
You stomped forward, tossing your bag on the couch. “You can’t just invite someone over and feed them, Kent. That’s—manipulative.”
“Is it?”
“Yes! You’re trying to trick me into… into liking you.”
Clark poked his head out from the kitchen doorway, giving you a devastatingly earnest look. “Would it be that bad?”
Your face heated. “Shut up.”
“Setting the table, then.”
“Clark.”
“Malicious compliance,” he called lightly. “You said we’re working on sources, and I took that very literally.” 
You slapped a hand over your face. “You’re the worst.”
“Not what you’ll be saying after you try my penne alla vodka.”
Against your better judgment, you perched on a stool at his kitchen island, arms still crossed as you watched him work. He rolled up the sleeves of his crisp white shirt—exposing tanned, stupidly muscular forearms—and moved around the kitchen like he actually knew what he was doing.
“You cook?” you asked suspiciously.
Clark glanced at you, amused. “You sound so surprised.”
“I just assumed you lived on takeout and protein powder.”
“That’s offensive,” he said mildly. “I like to take care of myself.”
You scoffed. “Of course you do. Clark Kent, picture of health,” watching the way he stirred the sauce with practiced ease. 
He smirked without looking up from the pan. “Jealous?”
“Of what?” you snorted. “Your excessive fiber intake?”
Clark shrugged, unfazed. “Hey, regularity is a pillar of success.”
You almost choked on your own laughter. “Oh my god.”
He glanced at you over his shoulder, eyes twinkling. “There it is. A real laugh. I knew it would happen eventually.”
You scowled, immediately schooling your expression. “It was a cough.”
“Sure,” he murmured, stirring the sauce like he hadn’t just won something. “A cough that sounded suspiciously like joy.”
“Don’t make this weird.”
“I’m not. You’re the one emotionally repressing pasta night.”
You opened your mouth to reply—but his words caught up with you, and you had to pause. “Wait. Did you say pasta night like it’s a regular thing?”
Clark looked up, smiling easily. “Only on Tuesdays. Wednesdays are curry.”
You stared at him. “What?” he asked, slightly sheepish now. “I like structure.”
“You’re…” You trailed off, blinking at him. “You’re a walking contradiction, Kent.”
“That’s new,” he said, plating the food and sliding one across the counter toward you. “Usually people go with ‘annoying’ or ‘boy scout.’”
“Oh, you’re those too,” you muttered, but you took the plate anyway. “But apparently, you’re also secretly domestic.”
He sat across from you, tilting his head. “Would it help if I told you I alphabetize my spices?”
“No. That’s deranged.”
“Paprika always gets lost otherwise,” he said solemnly.
You gave him a long, slow blink. “You’re serious.”
Clark just shrugged and twirled his fork. “Taste the food before you judge the man.”
You reluctantly tried a bite—and of course, it was good. Like, infuriatingly good. Rich, creamy, perfectly seasoned. You couldn’t help but close your mouth and moan. It was so fucking good. 
Clark froze. Mid-twirl. Fork halfway to his mouth. Because you’d just moaned. Actually moaned. Over his pasta.
You blinked, registering his stunned expression—and immediately felt your face go up in flames. “Oh my god,” you mumbled, covering your mouth with your hand. “That wasn’t—it wasn’t like that.”
Clark, still silent, slowly set his fork down, lips twitching as if he were fighting a smile. “Sure.” “I’m serious,” you insisted. “It was just—food-related. A food noise.” “Oh, no, I believe you,” he said, still looking at you with that look—the one that said he was cataloging this moment to torture you with later. “Very innocent. Extremely professional.”
You threw your napkin at him. “Shut up.” He caught it one-handed. “Just saying, I knew you’d enjoy dinner with me eventually.”
You glared at him, cheeks hot, but… didn’t argue. Because the truth was—you were enjoying yourself. Way more than you should’ve. You’d let your guard down just a little, and now it was snowballing.
“Okay,” you said finally, pushing your empty plate away. “I’ll admit it. The food was… edible.” Clark let out a disbelieving laugh. “Edible?” “Barely.” “That’s not what you sounded like a few bites ago.” You picked up your glass again just to avoid meeting his eyes. “I hate you.” “No you don’t,” he said, voice quieter this time. “Not even a little.”
Your breath caught. You blinked, cheeks warming again. “You make it hard to.” 
His eyes crinkled a little at the corners, like he hadn’t expected you to say that, like he didn’t quite know what to do with it. And for the first time since you’d known him, he looked flustered.
You watched his hand drift to the back of his neck, rubbing there absently, and suddenly he wasn’t just Clark Kent, the bane of your professional existence. He was just… Clark. A little awkward. A little shy. And apparently, deeply affected by your tiny admission.
“You okay?” you asked, trying to sound unaffected. You failed.
“Yeah,” he said quickly, dropping his hand. “Just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”
“Well, don’t let it go to your head.”
“I won’t,” he said. Then added, almost under his breath: “Much.”
You rolled your eyes, but the sting was gone. You shoved your chair back. “I’m going home.”
Clark stood too. “You’re not going to help me with dishes?”
You blinked. “You cooked.”
“And I drove. And I bought the coffee. And I brought the folders. Technically, you just showed up and yelled at me.”
You scowled. “Fine.”
But you were already at the sink, sleeves rolled up.
Clark stood beside you, drying. For a few minutes, you worked in a comfortable silence—only broken by the quiet sound of running water and the occasional bump of elbows as you moved in sync.
It was… domestic. Disgustingly so.
You found yourself smiling. And—of course—Clark noticed.
“See?” he said softly, nudging your hip with his. “Not so bad.”
You side-eyed him. “Don’t push your luck.” But your voice lacked bite. And Clark—God help you—smiled again. This one a little more self-satisfied. Like he was proud of himself. Like he was proud of you, too.
When the last dish was put away and your hands were dry, you stood there, hovering awkwardly by the edge of the counter, heart doing this stupid fluttery thing in your chest you couldn’t ignore anymore.
Clark didn’t look any more composed. His eyes flicked to your mouth and back up again so fast you almost missed it.
“You, uh… want some water before you head out?” he asked, and it was almost funny—how nervous Clark Kent could suddenly become. 
You bit back a smile. “Sure. Water sounds good.”
He nodded a little too quickly. “Right. Okay. Water.”
You watched him grab a glass and turn toward the sink—then do a double take, like he’d forgotten how to use it. He actually muttered Jesus Christ, get it together under his breath before catching himself, cheeks tinged pink.
That did you in. A laugh broke free—light, soft, unguarded. And Clark turned at the sound, eyes wide like he’d never heard anything more surprising.
“What?” he asked, almost breathless.
You leaned against the counter, arms folded loosely across your chest. “You’re kind of cute when you’re flustered.”
Clark blinked. Blinked. Like he needed a reboot.
“…Sorry?” he said.
You tilted your head. “Oh, I’m sorry. Do you not get flirted with often?”
His lips parted like he was about to say something snarky—maybe toss the ball back, keep up the game—but then he paused. And instead, he looked at you. Really looked at you. As if something shifted. “No,” he said honestly. “Not like that.”
Your breath caught, just a little.
You took a half-step closer. Close enough to touch. Close enough to see the freckles just under the collar of his shirt, where the top button had come undone sometime between dinner and dishes. “You’re not gonna pretend you haven’t been flirting with me all week?”
He smiled then. Soft. Just shy of sheepish. “I have. You just hated me too much to notice.”
You arched a brow. “I didn’t hate you.”
“Liar.”
“Maybe a little,” you admitted, fighting a smile. “You were annoying.”
Clark’s grin widened. “Was?”
You shrugged. “Still are.”
He laughed—quiet and disarming. “But now it’s charming?”
“Don’t push it.”
Clark looked down at you, voice dropping slightly. “So if I kissed you right now… would you still threaten to pour coffee on me?”
You tilted your chin up, heartbeat in your throat. “Only if you’re bad at it.”
His eyes flicked to your mouth, then back to your eyes—and you saw it. That hesitation. That stupid, sweet, gentleman hesitation like he didn’t want to move too fast or ruin the moment.
So you did it for him.
You rose onto your toes, closed the gap, and kissed him. But then Clark sighed against your mouth, hand coming up to cup your jaw, thumb grazing your cheek you grabbed at the front of his shirt, pulling him closer. When you finally pulled away, just barely, his forehead rested against yours.
“Still annoyed?” he murmured.
“…Yeah,” you whispered, breathless. “But it’s harder to focus on it when you do that.”
His laugh rumbled low in his chest. “Duly noted.”
You let your hand slide up the front of his shirt, slow and teasing. “I should go.”
“You should,” he agreed, his voice rougher now. But neither of you moved.
“Shouldn’t stay the night,” you murmured, even as your fingers slipped past his collar, brushing skin.
Clark swallowed hard. “Definitely not.”
“Wouldn’t be professional.”
He nodded, though his gaze had dropped back to your mouth. “Totally inappropriate.”
You kissed him again, you felt his hands slide beneath the hem of your shirt, warm against your skin, and your body arched into him before you could think better of it.
“Clark,” you breathed.
“Mmhmm?”
“…Bed.”
He nodded again, like it took all his brainpower just to process the word. Then he kissed you one more time—quick, greedy—before lifting you effortlessly off your feet. Your arms locked around his neck with a squeak of surprise as he carried you down the hall.
“Jesus,” you muttered. “How are you so strong?”
Clark gave a breathless little laugh, like he couldn’t believe you were still surprised. “Farm boy,” he murmured, nuzzling against your jaw as he pushed the door to his bedroom open with his shoulder. “Grew up lifting hay bales and tractors.”
“Show off,” you whispered, biting back a grin.
“You started it,” he replied, lowering you gently onto the bed like you were made of glass.
Your voice was quieter now, the teasing edge softened. “You okay?”
Clark gave a faint huff of laughter through his nose. “Just trying not to screw this up.”
Your chest squeezed at that. “Clark,” you said softly, fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of his neck. “You couldn’t if you tried.”
You undressed each other in between kisses and whispered jokes, laughter muffled by mouths and touches that were too soft to be casual. He kissed you like he had all night. Hands reverent, slow, as he mapped the curves of your body with something close to awe.
“God,” he murmured against your mouth, “you’re so—” He broke off with a shaky laugh, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry. You make it really hard to think.”
Your breath hitched. “You’re doing just fine.”
“Yeah?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to look at you again. “Because I keep thinking about how long I wanted to do this.”
Your lips curved. “Since I threatened to pour coffee on you?”
He laughed, cheeks flushed, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Since the first time you yelled at me.”
“That narrows it down to… all of them.”
Clark looked down at you like you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen. “You’re so… beautiful.”
You flushed, squirmed under his gaze. “You’re just saying that ‘cause I’m naked.”
“No,” he said, voice dropping as he kissed just below your collarbone. “I’ve been thinking it for weeks.”
He kissed lower. Over your ribs. Down your stomach. When he finally settled between your thighs, his eyes flicked up, asking. You nodded, heart stuttering in your chest—and then he was kissing you there. Like he meant it. Like this was justfor you.
You moaned so sweetly, so unguardedly, that Clark actually swore under his breath. He held your hips steady, tongue teasing slow, focused strokes that made your back arch off the bed. His name fell from your lips, half-whimper, half-plea.
When he slid two fingers inside you, curling just right, your body tightened with the promise of release. He murmured quiet encouragements—that’s it, you’re doing so good, sweetheart—until you came, trembling, thighs squeezing around his head. He didn’t stop until your hips twitched and your whimper turned to a quiet laugh of overstimulation.
He crawled back up, kissing the inside of your knee, your thigh, your stomach, your chest—soft, slow kisses like thank yous—until his mouth found yours again.
You were flushed, dazed, smiling against him. “That was…”
Clark brushed your hair back. “Yeah,” he whispered. “It was.”
You blinked up at him, one hand tracing lightly along his shoulder. “I want to feel you.”
His breath caught. “You sure?”
“Positive.” Your voice was quiet. Honest. “I want you.” Your thighs parted for him instinctively, and Clark moved between them, he slid into you slowly, carefully—his eyes locked on yours the entire time. And when he bottomed out, both of you gasped, bodies flush, foreheads touching.
You gasped as he rolled his hips down against yours, his bare skin sliding over yours, slow and heated. The friction had your head falling back, and Clark took full advantage, kissing down your throat. 
You moaned his name again, and Clark closed his eyes like it physically wrecked him. His hands clutched your hips like he was trying to ground himself in you. You guided him through it—soft moans, breathy encouragements, gasps that built in tandem with his murmured praise. You feel so good, I don’t wanna stop, you’re perfect—
When you came again, Clark wasn’t far behind—groaning your name into your neck, trembling as he pressed deep one final time. “Clark,” you whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Look at me.”
He did. His eyes were heavy-lidded, pupils blown wide, but soft—so soft—, “I want you to come with me,” you murmured, voice shaking with how close you were. “Please.”
You held him through it. One hand in his hair, the other wrapped around his shoulder, whispering soft nonsense as his breath shuddered against your skin.
It took a long time for either of you to move. Eventually, Clark lifted his head, hair tousled and cheeks flushed, blinking down at you with a sheepish little smile. “So, uh… that was…”
You reached up and cupped his cheek. “Yeah. It was.”
You lay there, tangled together under the soft warmth of the blanket, your fingers absentmindedly tracing lazy patterns through Clark’s hair. 
He shifted slightly, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of your neck, mumbling something unintelligible that made you grin.
“Clark?” you whispered, voice soft enough to be a secret.
“Mmm?” he hummed without opening his eyes.
“You’re really bad at flirting,” you teased, your fingers curling in his thick hair.
He chuckled quietly, the sound vibrating against your skin. “Yeah, well… I’m better at, uh, dinner and dishes.”
You smiled, brushing a stray lock behind his ear. “You’re full of surprises, you know that?”
His lips curved into a sleepy smile. “Only for you.”
Your heart fluttered. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his temple. “Goodnight, Clark Kent. Try not to obsess over my coffee habits in your dreams.”
He sighed happily, eyes closing for good this time. “No promises.”
And with that, his breathing slowed even more, slipping into the peaceful rhythm of sleep. You stayed there a moment longer, fingers tracing soft circles in his hair, feeling utterly content.
Who knew working with Clark Kent could be this… nice?
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a/n: this hoe was like 17 pages long in my docs, idek what the ending word count was
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TikTok inspo
Warnings: sweetheart!influencer!reader x Rafe (:
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You practically shoved your phone in Rafes face as soon as you saw the video, him quirking an eyebrow at you.
“Okay…?” He replied to it. “What are you asking for?” He asked with a sigh, already knowing that look in your eyes.
You beamed, “You should let me do this with you!”
He huffed, shaking his head and narrowing his eyes. “Nah, baby, sorry. Not this time.” He was not about to have you post him shirtless, with lipstick stains all over his body. No way.
Your lips formed a pout, staring up at him with pleasing eyes. “Rafey, please! My followers would adore it! They’d eat that shit up!”
“Your followers will be perfectly fine without it.”
“You hate me, don’t you?” You asked him with your arms now folded over your chest, a frown on your face.
“I never said that, baby.”
“You hate me so much. I should post about how much my boyfriend hates me. Yup.” You pulled out your phone, him groaning and snatching it from your hands.
“No, I don’t.”
“If you love me, then you’ll do the video. If you hate me… you won’t.”
He groaned in annoyance again, handing you back your phone. “Fine. I’ll do it.” He grumbled.
“Yay! Oh my god, I love you, I love you.” You repeated, kissing him on his cheeks already.
“Jesus- okay, okay- love you too.”
So there he laid, while you kissed his back, his biceps, his neck, until most of his body was looking like it was covered in lipstick stains. You practically squealed when you grabbed the camera, finding a Lana del Rey sound before pushing record.
“This is so stupid.” He mumbled into the pillow, you giggling while holding his wrist down.
He sat up when you were pleased with it, watching the video with you. You hit post with the caption “I made him do this.”
The both of you laid in bed and watched as it blew up, watching people randomly comment.
TheywantTop
how do you tame him so well? ❤️ 8074
rafecam replied: she doesn’t.
y/n replied: rafe stop.
rafecam: 🫡
theywantTop replied to rafecam: you’re whipped
rafecam: jealous you can’t get any. ❤️200
User1:
I need him.
rafecam replied: you need a shower. ❤️3001
y/n replied to rafecam: I love you 😭 😭
user3 replied to rafecam: LMFAOO HES SO SASSY
Kelc33!
can I steal him from you
y/n replied: you already do every weekend ):
rafecam replied: dude.
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nekonaps0 · 14 days ago
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Wait… YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND?! Pt1
✦part2 part3
✦fem!reader
✦characters: Lilia, Jade, Epel
✦streamer reader keeps her relationship private until….
✦good luck finding your usernames (post)
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Lilia Vanrouge
Your brows furrowed, jaw clenched as you peeked around a digital corner. “Okay, chat, they’re camping again. Literally again. Same deam spot. I swear these players don’t even blink, they just sit there like… like angry little mushrooms waiting to ruin my day.”
Chat:
chris-2220: campers = evil confirmed
jen-jen: she’s boutta lose it
best_mod: NOT THE MUSHROOMS LMAO
y/n.fan: someone save her
hanafubukki: rage incoming in 3…2…1…
You turned the corner in-game.
BOOM.
You screamed. “OH MY GOD!! AGAIN?! I JUST SPAWNED, YOU LOSERS PIECE OF—”
Your avatar ragdolled to the ground for the fifth time. Your hands flew into the air in defeat as you let out a long, loud puff. "Ugh, I hate this. I hate all of this."
You flopped back in your gaming chair, ready to launch into a full blown gamer rant when…
“You always get this dramatic when you lose. It’s adorable.”
You froze. Your heart stopped. Your soul left your body.
Because that was a very familiar voice. A very recognizable, flirty, smug, velvet smooth voice coming from just out of frame. Your eyes widened. Your hands shot up like you were being held at gunpoint.
And then…
Chat:
chris-2220: WAIT! WHO IS THAT? WHO JUST SAID THAT?! WAS THAT A GUY’S VOICE??? TELL US NOW!
hanafubukki: “adorable”??? HELLO??? WHY WAS THAT KINDA HOT
blessingofthestars: I NEED HIM TO SPEAK AGAIN PLS
jen-jen: SHE’S GOT A MAN??
masquerade-of-misery: HE SOUNDED WAY TOO SMOOTH TO BE REAL
You started laughing nervously. “Uh…I…guys, that was, um… just… the neighbor! Haha! Funny thing. Thin walls. Ha…”
You were fumbling hard. The stammering. The fake giggles. The absolute refusal to look directly at chat. From behind you, the voice returned, closer this time, clearly amused.
“Tell them I said hi.”
You turned slowly. He did not just… You whipped your head back to the camera. “I… I can explain!!!!”
Chat:
Y/N_simp: DEAD! I’M DEAD
hanafubukki: HE SAID HI I’M SCREAMING!
y/n.fan: MYSTERY BOYFRIEND???
chris-2220: YOU’VE BEEN HIDING A MAN THIS WHOLE TIME???
masquerade-of-misery: DROP HIS @ !DROP HIS BLOOD TYPE! WE NEED RECEIPTS!
blessingofthestars: WHY IS HE KINDA FLIRTY
jen-jen: DID SHE JUST GET EXPOSED LIVE LMAOOOOO
You covered your face with both hands, groaning. “I hate you,” you muttered over your shoulder.
Lilia leaned casually into frame, smirking like the smug menace he was, and gave the camera a playful wink. “Aw, come now, love. They seem fun.”
Chat:
chris-2220: OH MY GOD HE’S CUTE
y/n.fan: STOP IT! YOU’RE KILLING US
Y/N_simp: SHE’S SO RED RN I’M IN LOVE
hanafubukki: girl… good for you…
best_mod: I SHIP IT
You exhaled in defeat, cheeks glowing. “…Okay. Yes. That was Lilia. He’s… my boyfriend. Surprise…”
You shot him a glare. He blew you a kiss. “I was gonna keep it private a little longer,” you mumbled.
Lilia perched himself on the arm of your chair and rested a hand on your shoulder. “Where’s the fun in that, love?”
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Jade Leech
You were mid way through a relaxed, late afternoon stream, lounging in your chair with your headset perched lazily over one ear. Chat was a chill ocean of messages, questions, and banter as you leaned back and scrolled through your upcoming schedule.
“Okay, so for Thursday’s stream, we’re doing the collab with CayCay, and then next Monday’s stream might be an IRL one… if the weather behaves,” you said.
Chat:
Y/n.mushroom: pls tell me the IRL stream is hiking again!
usernamesarehardtomake: i love the forest ones!!
jen-jen: what’s the outfit for Monday 👀
tutorialb0ss: we want the chaos collab on Thursday 

You smiled, stretching a little then…
Click.
The door to your room opened behind you, and you instantly stiffened. Your mouth hung open mid sentence. Jade walked in. Calm, composed… and visibly excited, at least, Jade excited, which meant a slight gleam in his eyes and a gentle lift to his smile. In his hands was a small, intricately carved wooden box.
“I found some new kind of mushrooms,” he said with quiet enthusiasm. “They’re a curious shade of violet and had an unusual texture when I plucked them.”
Your entire soul left your body. Because not only did he forget you were streaming, but he had walked in exactly the way he always did, soft footed, confident, and directly into frame.
Your eyes shot wide. The camera only caught him from the chest down, but still…. white sleeves rolled neatly at his elbows, forest dusted gloves, and his voice.
That smooth, hypnotic voice.
Chat:
Y/nsupport: WHO WAS THAT!?
jen-jen: “I found some mushrooms”?? HELLO??
Y/n.mushroom: voice reveal of some mystery man
wokasiv: he sounds hot not gonna lie
tutorialb0ss: THE WAY HE SOUNDED EXCITED ABOUT MUSHROOMS! IM CRYING!
usernamesarehardtomake: MA’AM. MA’AM EXPLAIN RIGHT NOW! WHOSE FOREARMS ARE THOSE???
You were frozen, like a deer in headlights. “...Hi, Jade,” you managed weakly, one hand awkwardly hovering over your mouse. “You’re, uh… on camera.”
Jade blinked once, then glanced at the monitor. “Ah,” he said smoothly.
He didn’t panic… of course he didn’t. He just tilted his head slightly, curious. “Am I interrupting?”
“I—uh—yes. I mean no. I mean… I forgot to end stream before you got home,” you stammered, heat crawling up your neck. “That’s… my bad.”
Jade chuckled. “I did wonder. You said you would be finished by the time I returned.” He placed the mushroom box on your desk gently. “But you get so absorbed when you’re enjoying yourself. It’s endearing.”
Chat:
tutorialb0ss: END??EAR??ING???
neko: HE’S SO CALM WTF
jen-jen: HE PUT A BOX DOWN. WHAT’S IN THE BOX?!?
usernamesarehardtomake: BRO WHY HE SOUND LIKE A FAIRY TALE VILLAIN I WANNA DATE
wokasiv: HIS VOICE IS ILLEGAL
Y/n.mushroom: DROP HIS FACE. DROP THE CAM. WE WANNA SEE.
You rubbed your face, trying to hide your red cheeks. “Chat, this is Jade. Yes. He’s my boyfriend. No, I wasn’t planning on telling you like this.”
Jade leaned down just enough for his face to almost peek into frame, still hidden, but close enough that you felt his breath near your ear. “Would you like me to say hello properly?” he murmured.
Your brain short-circuited. “Nope! Nope, we’re good, thanks!” you blurted out, smacking the ‘Be Right Back’ screen hotkey in a flustered panic.
Chat:
wokasiv: SHE’S LOSING IT!
usernamesarehardtomake: STOP THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER
neko: SHE WENT ✨BRB✨ REAL FAST
tutorialb0ss: MUSHROOM BOYFRIEND REVEAL IS ICONIC
Y/nsupport: LET HIM SPEAK AGAIN PLSSSS
Y/n.mushroom: this man got her blushing and panicking I’m OBSESSED
better.twin: Ew…
You turned in your chair and glared at Jade, who smiled sweetly down at you like he hadn’t just broken your entire streamer career in five seconds flat. “This is your fault,” you muttered.
He leaned in and kissed your temple, voice like silk. “I brought mushrooms.”
“…Fine. You’re forgiven. But next time!!!.”
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Epel Felmier
You were in the middle of a comfy, easy going stream, your hoodie sleeves bunched up at your elbows and a grin on your face as you held up your new prototype merch mug to the camera. “So this is the first test version. The handle’s gonna be reshaped, and the logo will probably glow in the dark. Which I think is so cool,” you said proudly, spinning the mug between your fingers.
“The hoodie samples are coming next week, and I’m thinking of doing a special pre order drop for subs first”
Chat:
Y/n.lil.apple: that mug is so cute!
waitlexist: GLOW IN THE DARK??? OKAYYY
Y/n.notice_me: take my wallet pls
glitchingmind: when’s the drop date?? 👀👀
Neko: WAIT WHO JUST WALKED BY???
You blinked. “Huh?” You glanced behind you but nothing was there. Just your bedroom door half open.
“Someone walked by?” you repeated slowly, squinting toward the hallway.
Chat:
Y/n.lil.apple: YES SOMEONE LITERALLY JUST PASSED
Y/N_simp: lilac hoodie guy! he was cute
waitlexist: HE HAD A BABY FACE
Neko: HE’S SO ADORABLE! was that your brother??? 👀👀👀
You snorted, laughing. “My brother? I don’t have a brother.” You leaned closer to read more comments, scrolling up.
“Wait… what? ‘He’s so adorable, was that your brother?’... I—huh?” You read the comment out loud.
Before you could even register your confusion fully…
SLAM.
The door flew open, and Epel marched back in like a storm in human form, glaring straight at your monitor with arms crossed over his chest and righteous fury radiating from him. “Who the fuck are you calling adorable?!” he snapped, voice sharp and thick with his unmistakable accent. “AND I’M HER BOYFRIEND!!”
You froze.
Chat? Exploded.
Chat:
Y/N_simp: EXCUSE ME?!?!?!?!?! BOYFRIEND???
waitlexist: “WHO THE FUCK” SIR HELLO???
Neko: LMAOOOOOOOOOOO
Y/n.notice_me: BABYGIRL HAS A BOYFRIEND REVEAL LIVE
glitchingmind: THIS IS THE FUNNIEST THING EVER
Y/N_simp: YOU’RE DATING THAT ANGRY LITTLE GRAPE??
Y/n.fan_: I THOUGHT HE WAS A BABY HE’S A WHOLE MAN???
Y/n.lil.apple: THE ACCENT CAME OUT HARD 😭😭😭
You turned slowly in your chair, wide eyed. “Epel… what… why did you yell at chat?!”
“They called me adorable,” he said indignantly, walking fully into the room now, jaw tense. “Like I’m some little purse puppy or somethin’… tch. I ain’t adorable, I’m tough. I work out! I chop wood! You’ve seen my arms!”
You blinked at him. “...They didn’t mean it in a bad way.”
“I don’t care, they’re wrong!” He pointed at your screen dramatically. “Tell them. Tell them I’m your man, not your deam brother!”
You slapped your hand over your mouth to hide your laughter, shoulders shaking. “Okay okay! yes, everyone, that was Epel,” you said between giggles. “He’s not my brother. He’s my boyfriend. My… very proud boyfriend.”
Chat:
waitlexist: “I CHOP WOOD” OKAY LUMBERJACK
Y/n.fan_: SIR RELAX WE GET IT
Y/n.notice_me: THE ACCENT WHEN HE’S MAD IS KINDA 👀
Y/n.lil.apple: I THOUGHT HE WAS CUTE, BUT HE’S SCARY NOW!
glitchingmind: “I’M HER MAN” I’M GONNA DIE
Y/N_simp: you got yourself a firecracker
Neko: PLS BRING HIM ON STREAM MORE
Epel huffed but looked satisfied. “Damn right.”
You finally turned to him, eyes warm. “You could’ve just said hi, you know.”
He shrugged. “Wouldn’t be as fun.”
Then, with all the casualness in the world, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, making your chat short circuit even harder, before walking off again like nothing happened.
You stared at your camera, stunned. “...So anyway, about that merch drop.”
Chat:
Neko: MAM.
Y/N_simp: WE’RE NOT DONE.
Y/n.lil.apple: GET HIM BACK HERE
glitchingmind: WE NEED A COUPLE STREAM NOW
waitlexist: HOW DARE YOU JUST GO BACK TO BUSINESS
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loveharlow · 1 month ago
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↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ A Not So Silent Night
Rafe Cameron x Fem!Reader [ more rafe content ]
SYNOPSIS & WC─•❥ [1.7k] When Rafe convinces you to have some fun in your tent during a family camping trip
WARNING(S) & A/N─•❥ based on this ask, lowkey pwp (p*rn w/o plot), smut, rough sex, slight exhibitionism, getting caught, swearing
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The air around the campfire was thick with the comforting scents of pine, burning wood, and sweet, roasted marshmallows. Your family's camping trip was in full swing, and you were cozily tucked between Sarah and the roaring fire, a soft blanket draped over your shoulders.
You'd been trading embarrassing family stories, and the sound of Sarah's uninhibited laughter was one of your favorite things in the world.
"No way," Sarah snorted, wiping a tear of mirth from her eye. "He actually said that? God, he's even more embarrassing than I thought. Him and Kelly just broke up."
"Right?" you confirmed, grinning. "I almost died of secondhand embarrassment for him. Like, dude, do you know who my boyfriend is?"
The Cameron girl rolled her eyes, bringing her mug of hot chocolate to her lips. "Ugh. Don't remind me..." she joked, a smug grin half-hidden behind the ceramic dish.
You nudged her calf with the tip of your slipper-clad foot, shooting her a playful glare. "Don't be like that."
She just laughed, holding the warm mug. "It's not you. It's just... I can't imagine why anyone would want to date my brother. Especially you," she explained, shrugging. "Don't get me wrong, you're just way too sweet for him! I mean, he's a complete dick—"
"Badmouthing me to my girlfriend?" Your attention was pulled from Sarah when a shadow fell over both of you. The familiar scent of salt and Rafe's slightly musky cologne filled your nose. You looked up to see him standing there — a small, unamused pout on his face, his hands tucked into the pockets of the pajama pants he wore with the hoodie you'd bought him. "That's very 'Sarah' of you," he tossed at his sister. "I need to borrow my girl for a minute," he announced, his voice low and raspy.
Sarah looked between the two of you, a frown forming on her face. "Wh—No! We're talking, dude. You'll get her later."
Rafe just grimaced, tilting his head to the side. "Yeah... I wasn't asking," he informed her, rolling his eyes at Sarah before his gaze fell to you, a slight nod in your direction. "C'mon, I wanna show you somethin'."
You stuttered to find words, looking between the Cameron siblings, your shoulders squaring. "...We were kind of having a conversation, Rafe. Can it wait?" you offered, a nervous smile on your face.
Rafe's expression remained flat as he stared at you. "No," he answered bluntly. "You can gossip with my sister later. C'mon," he urged.
You shot Sarah a apologetic grimace, and she sighed. "Fine. Go. But I get to have her all day tomorrow, so find another hiking partner, asshole..." she muttered, standing from her seat and heading toward her own tent.
"Love you!" You called after her, watching the blonde walk away. She turned around, opting to walk backward as she blew you a kiss.
"Use protection!" she called over her shoulder as she turned back around, ducking to enter her tent.
Rafe held his hand out for you to take, and you let him guide you to your shared tent, the small, dome-shaped structure looking surprisingly private from the outside. The second you were both inside, he zipped the flap shut.
The air inside the tent was still and warm, a stark contrast to the cool night. He didn't say a word. He just pushed you back against the sleeping bags, a hungry look in his eyes before his lips found yours in a bruising kiss.
You found yourself laughing against his mouth. "This is what you wanted to show me?" You giggled, your hands grasping his wrists as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you into him. "Rafe, both of our families are right outside..."
"So?" he mumbled against your neck, his hands roaming over your body, sending fireworks through your veins.
A blissful haze washed over you as his kisses grew more intense. "Rafe..."
"You know you want to..." he cooed in your ear.
"...What if someone hears us?" you whined, still allowing your boyfriend to litter you with kisses. "Ward? Rose? My parents? I don't want my parents to hear their daughter having sex."
Rafe's hand found its way between your legs, his fingers brushing you through your pajama pants, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "You're an adult," he chuckled. "I'm sure they know I dick you down every now and then."
"Rafe!" You scolded. "Don't be so vulgar—"
Before you could respond, Rafe's lips were on yours, his tongue exploring your mouth with a hunger that took your breath away. It took nothing for you to melt into his kiss, your reservations slowly fading away.
As he pulled back, only a string of saliva connecting you two, your eyes roamed his own. "...They're gonna hear us."
And Rafe just smirked, grabbing the hem of your shirt. "Guess you'd better be quiet then." He didn't give you time to respond as he tore your shirt over your head, quickly moving to unclasp your bra, tossing it into the corner of the tent.
You sat up, knees folded underneath you as you watched him rid himself of his own shirt. With one hand on your hip, Rafe guided you to lay back down on the sleeping bags as he trailed kisses down your body, all the way down until he reached the waistband of your pants.
His eyes met yours from his place below you as he hooked his fingers into the hem of your bottoms and dragged them, along with your underwear, down your legs. You watched as he bit his lip at the sight of you, throwing your pants somewhere in the spacious tent.
Rafe straightened above you before making quick work of pushing his own pants down, just enough to free himself. His eyes never left your frame as his breathing grew heavy, stroking himself with one hand as the other reached out to caress your face, gently grazing your chin.
Your heart raced in your chest as he adjusted above you, gasping lightly when the warm, wet tip of his cock made contact with your entrance, pushing into you slowly as you watched his eyes roll back.
He started slow — pulling nearly all the way out to push himself all the way back in, eliciting a breathy moan from you as your hands reached out to touch him. Rafe typically adorned a stone-hard exterior, but it was moments like this that you loved to see a more passionate, vulnerable side of him.
However, it didn't last long before his thrusts grew harder, faster, louder. Rafe's pace increased until he was practically slamming into you, your back arching off the ground as you bit your lip so hard that you were sure you drew blood.
The sound of skin slapping in the tent was already enough for anyone awake and nearby to hear. You didn't want to add blood-curdling screams to the mix.
Rafe, however, had other plans.
He grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he thrust into you with a force that made you gasp.
"Don't do that," Rafe growled, his hips snapping against yours. "Open your mouth, baby. I wanna hear you," he moaned.
You tried to protest, shaking your head, but Rafe had a way of getting what he wanted. Using the hand that wasn't restricting yours, he pressed down on the base of your abdomen with just enough pressure to force a moan out of you, a chorus of others following. Your cries of ecstasy filled the tent as Rafe continued his relentless pace, slapping your hands away each time you attempted to quiet yourself.
It wasn't long before you felt your orgasm building, your nails digging into his back as you clung to him, desperate for release. With one final, powerful thrust, Rafe pushed you over the edge, your cries of pleasure echoing through the tent as you came undone in his arms, Rafe meeting you at the finish line.
Just as your boyfriend finished, spilling inside of you with a guttural groan, the tent flaps flew open.
"Hey, can I borrow—Oh my God!" Sarah stood at the entrance to the tent, headphones on her head and a hand now shielding her eyes as she stood practically frozen.
Rafe groaned, a snarl on his lips. Pulling a stray blanket over the two of you, he quickly pulled out and flipped over to face his sister. "Get the fuck out!"
"I'm sorry!" Sarah squealed. "Maybe lock the door next time?!" she scolded, turning around and trying to exit the tent with her eyes still closed.
"It's a tent, dumbass." Rafe rolled his eyes, watching his sister feel around the fabric for the flap. "Jesus... You're not facing us anymore. Open your goddamn eyes and leave—"
"I'm going, I'm going," she assured, pushing her way out of the tent, nearly falling on her face as she tripped over the edge of the structure. "And I said use protection!"
"Sorry!" You shouted after Sarah, shaking your head and dropping your face into your palms before lifting your face, turning to Rafe and shooting him a mean glare, swatting his bare chest. "I told you!"
Rafe couldn't contain his smile, finding some sort of amusement in the entire situation. "It's not like it's the first time," he shrugged, reaching for his phone.
You just sighed, pulling the blanket further up your bodies, the sleeping bags beneath you serving as a mattress. "Let's just be glad it was just her..."
"Yeah... I wouldn't be too sure about that." He scratched his chin, looking at his phone. Your brows furrowed, Rafe noticing your expression and tilting his phone for you to see his notifications.
Dad Son, please be mindful that this is a family trip and we can all hear you.
Wheezie Dude, some of us r trying to sleep. What r u doing???
You buried your face in your hands, groaning. "Oh my god. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die."
Rafe let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter. "I'm pretty sure you just scarred her for life."
"Everyone out there heard us," you whined. "This is your fault." You pouted.
Rafe leaned down and kissed your forehead, his eyes full of affection and a touch of mischief. "They'll forget about it... eventually." He leaned back on the sleeping bag, a satisfied look on his face. "Now, are you gonna spiral all night about having to face everyone tomorrow or are you gonna sleep?"
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checkeredflagggs · 15 days ago
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Left Behind, Together
Pairing: arthur leclerc x verstappen!sister
summary: when their older brothers forget about them, the younger (and better) lestappen find each other
a/n: this came together from the video of arthur being left behind at his brothers wedding then posting an instagram with the caption “simply lovely”
a/n2: thanks @sinofwriting for helping flesh this out ☀️
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yn_verstappen: Barcelona I love you ❤️
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user1: we love you too!!
↳user2: best verstappen!
↳yn_verstappen: 😘💋mwah mwah liked by user1, user2
georgerussell63: your brother crashed into me?
↳yn_verstappen: so?
↳user3: sis really just said not my problem 😂
↳yn_verstappen: 💅
↳georgerussell63: really?
↳yn_verstappen: don’t hate us because you ain’t us
user4: ok but where did you get that jacket in the fourth pic? I need
↳yn_verstappen: I blew up Christian’s phone until he had one made for me
↳user5: She is an icon. She is the moment
↳yn_verstappen: 🫰🫰
landonorris: no congratulations for me?
↳yn_verstappen: ummm why?
↳landonorris: I got second?
↳yn_verstappen: awwww does little Lando Norris want a gold star???
↳landonorris: actually yes I would
↳yn_verstappen: too bad — I don’t support orange
↳landonorris: papaya*
↳landonorris: and the orange army?
↳yn_verstappen: I don’t support UGLY orange
Bluesky
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user6: wow he was quick to leave…
↳user7: I’d want to get away from Barcelona as well — that race wasn’t it…
user8: fast on track, fast in the air
user9: ummm is it just me or is yn still at the track?
user10: imagine being max right now…
↳user11: what do you mean?
↳user12: what?
↳user10: yn is still at the track in Barcelona - she’s was just caught on camera for Sky sports
↳user10: and max’s plane has already left
↳user11: uh oh 😰
yn_verstappen: ummm what???
↳user13: sorry queen but you’ve been forgotten…
↳yn_verstappen: 😢😢
Private Messages, Max and yn
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Call Logs, yn’s phone
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Bluesky
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user14: you really did forget her didn’t you??
↳maxverstappen1: helpful comments only
user15: honestly this is something I thought the Leclerc’s would do — not max…
↳maxverstappen1: don’t even
↳user16: well maybe if you hadn’t left your sister behind in a different country??
↳user17: ohhhh drag him
yn_verstappen: hey charles_leclerc are you looking for a new sibling? A brand ambassador? Apparently I’m up for grabs
↳user18: ohhhhh trading in max for his work husband??
↳maxverstappen1: zusje please
↳charles_leclerc: let’s talk ❤️
↳maxverstappen1: no
↳yn_verstappen: when i (eventually) make it back to Monaco!
↳maxverstappen1: the jet is still at the airport, please zusje
user19: make him work for it girl!
↳yn_verstappen: you know it
↳maxverstappen1: whatever you want
user20: this wasn’t on my bingo card for the season but lord is it hilarious
↳user21: right?
↳user22: pulling out the popcorn 🍿
↳maxverstappen1: none of you will ever be allowed in the paddock again
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user23: oh to be a millionaire’s sister…
↳user24: right?? Like when do I get my car when my brother leaves me in another country…
user25: you just know that this was yn’s car choice
↳user26: like max would ever buy her a Ferrari
↳user27: especially after she asked to be Charles’ new brand ambassador for Lec
user28: I’m thanking yn for her service — something about this season needs to be interesting and it’s certainly not the racing
↳user29: you can say that again
yn: ohhhh thank you!
↳maxverstappen1: call me
↳yn: maybe
user30: ohhhh a name change!
↳maxverstappen1: not for long
↳yn: that’s what you think
charles_leclerc: a good choice
↳maxverstappen1: I’m going to use it to run you over. Go away
↳yn: ignore him Charles — it is a very good choice!
user31: oh to be yn with both max and Charles wrapped around her fingers liked by yn
↳user32: it’s even funnier because this is like the first time Charles has responded to her posts?
↳user32: Like he’s been singularly obsessed with max for years — he hasn’t interacted with either of the Verstappen sisters…
Private Messages, Charles and Arthur
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f1gossip: Fans spotted Arthur today in Monaco after his brother’s wedding! According to the source video, Arthur was seen walking around and looking for something before he followed this car around the corner to get in.
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user36: Arthur!
user37: god he looks good today
user38: that was not the car Charles drove today??
↳user39: what?
↳user38: Charles drove Arthur and Alexandra to the wedding today and it wasn’t in this car
user40: ok but makes it look like he’s lost??
↳user41: it really does!
↳user42: did Charles forget about him??
↳user43: oh my god he did…
user44: ok what is with the drivers forgetting their siblings this year??
↳user50: this is one of the funniest things to come from this season…
↳user51: very very true
user52: and if i say that looks like yn’s new car?
↳user53: I’d say you’re right!
user54: crossover of the century
yn
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yn: new team, new colors and an ice cream approved by both me and Jonny!
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user33: oh red definitely suits you
↳yn: I know 💅
charles_leclerc: thanks for such a glowing review!
↳yn: I know how to appreciate a good thing!
↳maxverstappen1: how many times do I need to say I’m sorry?
user34: ok but sis works fast? Like how on earth did she get so many good Ferrari jackets and pictures with them?
↳yn: oh I’m just that good!
↳user34: you definitely need to tell us your ways
↳yn: a lady never reveals her secrets!
alex_albon: is it just Ferrari or do you do other promos?
↳maxverstappen1: race winners only. Go away
↳yn: if I can work with horsey and lily, any time!
↳lilymhe: 💋💋
danielricciardo: I’ve got some enchanté merch with your name on it
↳maxverstappen1: you’ve peacefully retired. Let’s keep it that way
↳yn: Danny Ric just name the time and place
jensonbutton: looking good yn!
↳maxverstappen1: she only works with people from Monaco or people with more world championships than me. Move on
↳yn: see you at Silverstone!
lewishamilton: so yn, interested in repping some 44?
↳maxverstappen1: 33 is the best repeating number
↳maxverstappen1: let’s look elsewhere old man
↳yn: don’t be rude max! Dm me Lewis!
user35: girl signals she’s not representing her brother anymore and suddenly she’s overflowing with offers… liked by yn
↳maxverstappen1: she’s still an ambassador for me. She’s just…expanding her portfolio
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arthur_leclerc: simply lovelyyy
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user55: this is messy af
↳user56: no no no this is funny af
yn: it is lovely!
↳arthur_leclerc: right?
user57: ok countdown to the Charles meltdown?
↳user58: minutes
user59: imagine forgetting your sibling then watch them start supporting a different driver…
↳user60: I didn’t have that on my bingo card but it’s weird that it happened twice, right??
charles_leclerc: what is this??
↳yn: a lovely post!
↳user61: girl you are messy af liked by yn
user62: the continuous drama of chaotic f1 drivers…
Private Messages, Charles and Enzo
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Private Messages, Victoria and Max
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yn
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yn: all my favorites together ♥️💋🏎️
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user63: hey! These are also all my favs
user64: imagine being max right now - left your sister behind and now she’s cheering for his childhood rival and the cause of his 2021 nightmares
↳maxverstappen1: blocked
charles_leclerc: I’m honored
↳yn: go get ‘em leclerc!
↳maxverstappen1: do not
redbullracing: this is fine 😭 everything is ok 😢
↳yn: sorry but I needed someone who will choose me first…
↳scuderiaferrari: we’ll treat you right
lewishamilton: ❤️❤️
↳yn: 🥰🥰
↳maxverstappen1: no
user65: still choosing chaos i see
↳yn: always
scuderiaferrari: you make red look goooood 🫰
↳yn: oh admin you’re gonna make me blush ☺️
↳scuderiaferrari: even more red!
maxverstappen1: zusje please
↳yn: maybe
↳maxverstappen1: thank you
Bluesky
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user66: looking good!
user67: oh to be her…
user68: and if I say that’s not her jacket?
↳user69: I’d say explain??
↳user70: that’s a team exclusive leather jacket — only members of the team were offered a chance to buy it
↳user71: oh my god that’s fantastic
user72: am I crazy if I say…Arthur?
↳user73: only slightly. there’s a pretty good chance that she was the one to pick Arthur up after Charles forgot him…
user74: I love everything about this
Private Messages: Charles and Arthur, Max and yn
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Private Messages, Charles and Arthur
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Private Messages, Max and yn
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Private Messages, Max and Victoria
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Bluesky
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user75: Lestappen (the younger) truthers rise!
user76: wait I love this?
user77: ok but these 2 together just make sense??
↳user78: no I see the vision — I sense the vibes
user79: oh I just know they’re gonna be so happy together
user80: the way we all knew it was Arthur and yn…
↳user81: oh absolutely
Bluesky
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user82: max what is that disguise??
↳user83: is he trying to be subtle?
user84: is he…spying on his sister??
↳user85: oh my god that’s hilarious
↳user86: he’s such a weirdo /affectionate
user87: ok but I can’t wait for yn to see this…
↳yn: oh you definitely don’t have to wait long…
↳user87: ok queen if you need an alibi I’ve got you
↳yn: we’ll see
user88: ok who’s making it out alive? Max or Arthur?
↳user89: imma say Arthur cause I know yn has the feral energy to her
↳yn: you would be correct
↳user90: which one?
↳yn: yes
Private Messages, the Verstappens
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arthur_leclerc: maybe we should thank our brothers for forgetting about us?
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yn: no
↳arthur_leclerc: if you say so, chérie!
↳user91: oh you’re already down so bad
user92: this is the bad boss bitch and down bad boyfriend representation I want
↳yn: hell yeah!
↳arthur_leclerc: umm you’re welcome?
↳yn: more enthusiasm please
↳arthur_leclerc: YOURE WELCOME
↳user92: so down bad…
user93: love the sibling shade here!
↳yn: they know what they did
↳pierregasly: do they?
↳yn: …max knows what he did
maxverstappen1: congratulations
maxverstappen1: seriously yn?
maxverstappen1: ok
maxverstappen1: name your price zusje
↳yn: we’ll see
charles_leclerc: WHAT???
Private Messages, Enzo Charles and Arthur
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