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— ୨ৎ i came here for love | new love island series! (will be posted on wattpad!)

synopsis: upon arriving at the villa, faith was nervous. she didn’t know what this experience would be. she had studied up on the previous seasons — getting to know the ins and outs, how not to look terrible on camera, when to speak up, when to lay low. but nothing could prepare her for what was about to come next.

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the doors of the mercedes benz opened, and the lights shown on her face like a spotlight. her heart thudded beneath her ribcage as she stepped onto the stone terrace, heels clicking, locs bouncing with every step. the villa looked just like it did on tv — palm trees, crystal-clear pool, firepit glowing in the corner — but standing there, live and in color, it was almost surreal.

she was greeted by two other darkskin women, orlandria and chelly.

orlandria — radiant, bold, already in full main character mode. she rushed toward faith with arms outstretched, hugging her like they’d known each other for years. faith laughed, surprised but grateful. “girl you are beautiful!” she let out excitedly.

“oh my gosh! so are you! i’m faith and i love this dress.” she replied.

“hi gorgeous, i’m chelly!” tall, sleek, and stunning — chelley walked with her shoulders back, long braids cascading, skin glowing under the fiji sun like she knew the cameras were already in love with her. faith tilted her head slightly, studying the girl who looked like she had just stepped off a runway and into the villa. the two shared a hug and they just knew that they would all have each others backs from this moment on.

“let’s go get some champagne! love island usa girl let’s do it! ” the three cheered then gathered around the bar taking in the scenery.

the whole villa is glowing. soft string lights zig-zag across the terrace, casting a warm, golden hue over everything. fairy lights wrap around palm trunks, and the neon signs come alive in full force — words like “it’s giving” and “gassed up” light the walls in pink, purple, and electric blue.

the pool lights up from below. the firepit flickers in the center of the villa, surrounded by half-moon couches and big throw pillows.

this is where the real conversations happens. faith thinks to herself.

music plays in the background, just low enough to feel the beat. something chill, something vibey. laughter echoes across the space as the girls get to know each other.

“my mom’s advice to me before i left, she was like - if you gotta make out, do it to the best of your ability, don’t disappoint me! do what you gotta do!” the group laughed as olandria told her story.

soon the other girls arrived. belle-a was warm and bubbly. she pulled her into a gentle hug as she introduced herself. huda? sharp, stylish, but definitely watching the room like she was sizing everything up from the jump.

the girls all circled up, small talk and giggles flying through the air. faith smiled through it all, but a quiet thought stayed lodged in the back of her mind: this is a competition. every compliment, every look, every joke — it all mattered.

the girls migrated to the couches, chatting and drinking champagne. the sky had deepened into a soft navy blue, the stars just starting to appear. glasses clinked, music hummed gently from the speakers, and that perfect villa glow wrapped around them like a warm hug.

“okay, so real question,” huda said, crossing her legs. her tone was playful, but her eyes held something deeper. “do y’all think any of you are like… ready to be a mom?”

chelly didn’t miss a beat. “i’m still torn in between wanting to explore my life and have fun,” she said honestly, brushing a curl behind her ear, “but also i really want to be a mother. i just don’t know when.”

“girl, that’s real,” orlandria nodded, her voice a little softer now. “like, i can see myself being a mom… but not yet. i’m still figuring me out.“

they laughed, but huda smiled gently, sensing the right moment.

“well,” she said, taking a quiet breath, “im a mommy.”

silence, brief and respectful, fell over the group. faith looked up, her eyes locking with huda’s.

chelly blinked. “wait — seriously?”

huda nodded. “yeah. she’s a girl, only 4.”

orlandria’s face softened instantly. “oh my god. you’re actually a mom? like a real mom?”

“mmhm,” huda said, a small, proud smile forming. “it’s the best thing in the world. i don’t always lead with it, but it’s who i am. i don’t think I’ll tell any of the guys yet until we i know we have an actual connection.”

faith reached over, resting a hand on huda’s leg. “that’s beautiful. and brave. i can’t even imagine what that took — to leave her, even for a little while.”

the conversation then changed to something lighter and the mood lifted again. they were gathered near the firepit, laughter spilling between them as they side-eyed the front entrance every few seconds.

“okay, why do i feel like something’s about to go down?” belle-a whispered, fanning herself with her hand.

“girl, they’re stalling,” chelly said.

and right on cue, the villa doors opened with a soft chime — and out walked ariana madix.

immediately, the girls lit up.

“oh my god!” faith gasped, eyes wide as she stood up, brushing down her outfit.

“is that — that’s ariana?!” orlandria squealed, already halfway to the steps. “she looks good oh my gosh.”

“ladies!” she greeted, arms out, her voice warm but commanding. “welcome to love island usa!”

the girls gathered around her, clapping and giggling.

“you all look incredible,” ariana said, flashing a bright smile. “i know it’s hot out here, but things are about to get a whole lot hotter.”

faith caught chelly’s eye and grinned.

ariana continued, “now i know you’ve been dying to meet the boys — but before we do that, i want to say something. you are all here because you bring something special. beauty, brains, boldness. own it. this summer is yours.”

the girls let out a cheer.

“now,” ariana said, her voice dropping just enough to build the suspense. “shall we bring in the boys?”

“yes, please!” orlandria practically screamed, making everyone laugh.

the camera panned to the entrance as ariana turned toward it dramatically. “boys — come on in!”

and one by one, they started to walk out.

nic walked in first, and her breath caught just slightly. tall, sweet smile, chill demeanor. he had that relaxed energy that made her shoulders drop. he introduced himself with a soft “hey, i’m nic,” and the way he held eye contact? it gave boyfriend. she was intrigued.

then taylor — all cowboy boots and southern drawl — gave her a subtle smile, and it hit her in a different place. it was quiet confidence. like he wasn’t here to play games… unless he was winning them.

the villa doors opened again — and austin stepped out.

tall, beach-blonde, and clearly no stranger to a gym, austin had an easy, slow swagger and wore his confidence like cologne. his smile was all charm, but his eyes? they scanned every girl with intention. faith caught the slight up-nod he gave her, and she smirked to herself.

“oh, he looks like he’s about to be trouble,” orlandria muttered.

“trouble or fun?” chelly raised a brow.

right behind austin came jeremiah. carmel-skinned and athletic with a clean fade, jeremiah walked in like he was on a mission. his energy was calm — cool — but commanding. like he didn’t have to say much because the room already felt him.

“mm,” huda whispered under her breath. “he’s fine.”

“jeremiah is dangerous fine,” faith added, not even pretending to be subtle.

jeremiah posted up at the end of the line, flashing a soft grin. “what’s up, ladies?” he said in that deep, laid-back voice that had half the girls adjusting their outfits.

ace walked in last like he owned the air. tattoos, swagger, that half-smirk that said he knew how fine he was. faith raised a brow but didn’t look away. ace looked right back. neither said a word — but everything was said.

ariana turned back to the girls. “now that all of the boys are officially in the villa,” she said with a knowing look, “it’s time to find out who’s catching whose eye.”

the girls exchanged glances, hearts pounding, pulses rising — because now, the real fun was about to begin.

and with a lineup like that?

no one was safe.

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[herweirdass]

— ୨ৎ onlyfans 2 | vh

synopsis: weeks after vinnie meeting his onlyfans crush, she invites him over for dinner. part one!

warning! sexual content. missionary, doggy style, riding, fingering,

word count: 1.1k

Vinnie’s heart raced as he approached the door, clutching a bottle of wine and wearing his best attempt at casual attire. After weeks of non-stop texting you had finally invited him over. 

He took a deep breath, willing away the nervousness that still fluttered in his chest. When you opened the door, Vinnie nearly gasped. You looked stunning - curves accentuated by a tight black dress that hugged your thighs and cleavage, you and your girlfriends picking it out just for him. 

“Hey,” he greeted you, his voice warm but a little unsure, just like the way he shifted on his feet.

“Hey, you,” you said with a grin, stepping aside to let him in. “I hope you’re hungry. I went a little overboard with the pasta.”

He chuckled, stepping in and handing you the bottle. “I’m starving. I’ll eat whatever you’ve got.”

You led him into the kitchen, where the air was filled with the savory scent of garlic and herbs. You pulled out a couple of plates, setting them on the counter. As you poured the wine, you stole a glance at him. His relaxed smile made you feel more comfortable, as though the evening would be simple and easy—just the way you liked it.

“So, I’m assuming no cameras tonight?” you teased, flashing him a playful grin.

He rolled his eyes but laughed. “Nah, no live streaming tonight. Just dinner and no interruptions.”

You both sat down at the table, the soft clinking of glasses and the light chatter between you two filling the room. The conversation flowed effortlessly—talking about everything and nothing at all, and every time your eyes met, you couldn’t help but feel the growing warmth between you. The kind of warmth that was more than just a physical attraction—it was deeper, something you hadn’t expected but had secretly wanted.

After dinner, you both moved to the living room, where you sank into the couch, sipping the wine and letting the conversation take on a more comfortable pace. You didn’t have to pretend with him. You didn’t have to play any role or be anyone other than yourself. And that was exactly what made this so easy.

“So, how’s everything been with you lately?” Vinnie asked, taking a sip of his wine.

You shrugged, a small smile on your lips. “Same old, really. Just trying to balance everything. The online stuff, being my own person outside of it. Sometimes it feels like a lot, but I guess that’s life.”

“Yeah,” he said quietly, his gaze never leaving you. “I get it. You’ve always seemed... grounded, though. Even in all that chaos.”

You chuckled, feeling your heart warm. “I try. It’s not always easy. I think people forget that we’re just... people. It’s easy to get lost in all the hype.”

Vinnie nodded, his eyes softening. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. The whole ‘public figure’ thing. It’s weird, you know?”

You smiled knowingly. “I get that. It’s like, one minute you’re just a person, and the next, everyone’s watching you, judging you, analyzing everything. It can be exhausting.”

“Yeah, but with you... I don’t feel that,” he admitted, his voice low. “I feel like I can just be... me. And that’s really nice.”

Your pulse quickened at his words. The way he looked at you—it wasn’t just casual. It wasn’t just friendly. It was something more. And in that moment, you realized just how much you wanted it to be more.

The air was charged with anticipation. Vinnie moved closer, his eyes scanning your body. "You're gorgeous," he said, his voice low.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "And you're going to make me scream," you whispered, before nipping at his earlobe.

Vinnie growled, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you into his lap, his mouth finding yours in a deep, passionate kiss. Your tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths. You could feel his hardness pressing against you, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

You broke the kiss, your breath ragged. "Let's take this to the bedroom," you said, your voice husky.

Vinnie nodded, following you into the bedroom. He watched as you slowly undressed, his gaze intense. You turned around, giving him a view of your bare back and ass. You heard him groan as you slipped off your panties, revealing your wet pussy.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You turned back to him, smiling. "Come here," you said, beckoning him with a finger. He stepped closer, and you reached out, unbuttoning his jeans. You could feel his cock straining against his boxers, and you smiled. "Let's get you out of these," you said, pulling them down.

His cock sprang free, hard and ready. You wrapped your hand around it, stroking him slowly. "Mmm, you're big," you said, looking up at him.

"And you're wet," he replied, his eyes locked onto your pussy.

You stepped back, lying down on the bed. "Come taste me," you said, spreading your legs.

Vinnie obliged, kneeling between your legs. He leaned down, his tongue finding your clit. You moaned, your hips bucking against his face. He sucked and licked, his tongue exploring every inch of your pussy.

"Oh, fuck, yes," you cried out, your hands fisting the sheets.

He slid a finger inside you, then another. You could feel him working them in and out, his thumb circling your clit. You were on the edge, your body tense with pleasure.

"I want to ride your cock," you said, your voice breathless.

Vinnie smiled, his fingers still inside you. "Your wish is my command," he said, moving up to kneel between your legs.

You guided his cock to your entrance, lowering yourself onto him. You moaned as he filled you, your pussy stretching to accommodate his size. You started to ride him, your hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Vinnie groaned, his hands gripping your hips.

You leaned forward, your breasts pressing against his chest. You could feel his cock hitting all the right spots, and it was driving you wild. You picked up the pace, your body moving faster and harder.

"Yes, yes, right there," you cried out, your orgasm building.

Vinnie flipped you over, his hands grasping your ass. He pounded into you from behind, his cock hitting your G-spot with every thrust. You could feel his cock getting even harder, and you knew he was close.

"I want you to cum on my face," you said, your voice demanding.

Vinnie pulled out, his cock glistening with your juices. He moved up to your face, his cock inches away. You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. He groaned, his cock throbbing as he came, his cum hitting your face, your lips, your tongue.

You licked your lips, tasting him. "Mmm, delicious," you said, smiling up at him.

Vinnie laughed, collapsing onto the bed next to you. "You're something else," he said, his chest still heaving.

You curled up next to him, a satisfied smile on your face. "And you're all mine," you said, your voice soft.

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— ୨ৎ red carpet | jb

synopsis: a heartwarming red carpet moment where joe burrow reassures and supports his nervous partner, proudly expressing his admiration for her during an interview.

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the low hum of the limo’s engine filled the quiet space between you and joe as the car slowly rolled toward the red carpet. you could hear the distant commotion outside—paparazzi calling out names, reporters chatting animatedly, and the occasional burst of excited cheers. it was overwhelming, even from inside the car.

you smoothed your hands over the fabric of your gown, exhaling shakily. this was your first red carpet interview, and while you had prepared yourself as much as possible, the nerves still gnawed at you. joe must have noticed because he reached over and gently took your hand in his, lacing his fingers through yours.

“hey,” he said softly, squeezing your hand. you looked up, meeting his warm, reassuring gaze. “you’re wonderful, you know that?”

your lips parted slightly, caught off guard by his sincerity. “joe—”

“no, listen to me,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “i know you’re nervous, but you don’t have to be. you are amazing. you belong here just as much as anyone else out there.” his thumb traced soothing circles over the back of your hand. “and no matter what, i’ll be right there with you.”

you swallowed the lump in your throat, his words settling over you like a warm embrace. with a deep breath, you nodded. “okay.”

he grinned. “that’s my girl.”

the limo door swung open, and joe stepped out first, immediately met with camera flashes and cheers. he turned back, extending his hand to you, and when you took it, he held on tight, keeping you close as you both walked onto the red carpet. the rush of attention was dizzying, but with joe beside you, you felt steadier.

a reporter stepped forward with a microphone, a wide smile on her face. “joe burrow! looking sharp tonight. and you have a stunning plus-one with you. how are you both feeling?”

joe glanced at you with a soft smile before turning back to the reporter. “i’m feeling great, but honestly, i’m even more excited that she’s here with me tonight. it’s her first red carpet, and i think she’s handling it like an absolute star.”

the reporter turned to you. “oh wow, really? how does it feel to be here tonight?”

you let out a small, nervous laugh but smiled. “it’s definitely overwhelming, but i’m really grateful to be here.”

joe gave your hand another squeeze before addressing the reporter again. “you know, i have to say something,” he said, his voice unwavering. “she’s incredible. i don’t think people realize how much strength and grace she carries every day. she inspires me more than anyone, and i feel like the luckiest guy in the world to be standing beside her tonight.”

the reporter gushed, and the cameras flashed, capturing the tender moment. your cheeks burned, and you looked up at joe, only to find him already gazing at you with nothing but pure admiration in his eyes.

maybe the red carpet wasn’t so intimidating after all—not with joe burrow holding your hand through it all.

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there was a fire in your house. and yet that was not the worst part. the worst part was that there was a fire set on your house while you were getting ready to go to the beach. what you didn't realise was this was the way you'd meet a handsome firefighter pope heyward.

you'd plucked your eyebrows, gotten ready for the occasion, and done what any other girl would do to get ready for a beach day. really, it was tiring work to look so proper. in the end you'd just throw on a bikini and call it a day. it was a shining yellow, so pretty with its little tropical flowers and mellow pinks. you were ready, and this was the break you needed.

this was the break that you so desperately needed from your receptionist job at a paper company. so what else would you do to properly set your day off you started to make your egg. before slathering on avocado and some pepper on your bread. after that, you get yourself some honey granola and some coffee. and here was your first mistake. you hummed with happiness, taking a few sips of your mixture.

you forgot to turn off the pot for coffee. you forgot.

your fingers trembled to watch the pot steam up, and then to make matters worse, the wind blew with such power—your daily newspaper got stuck in the gas. strokes of fire lept for you, red and angry. they were so violent, knocking you over. it was firey hell, the smoke rising at an increasing rate. your heart hammered into your chest. it was only when you jumped away, and the fiery paper dropped on the carpet.

within seconds the white furry carpet that you got for a discount was in flames. you screamed to get cover, as you rushed to the phone. you uselessly pressed buttons on your phone, as you gasped. fuck. fuck. fuck.

"hi, hi, i need help...my carpet is on fire," you shrieked, inching away from the flames that were centimetres from burning you. the dispatcher spoke to you calmly, telling you to get down and slowly make your way outside. you were instructed not to grab anything on the way. you were the most important one. you quickly started crawling, trying to open the doors. it was jammed.

"ma'am? ma'am are you there?"

you coughed, "the door is jammed, i can't breath—"

as if the smoke had heard you, it thickened tremendously, the flames licking the walls as it climbed up in the room in tendrils. you slammed your hands against the door, palms aching and red. you felt your eyes start to water as the dispatcher's voice crackled in a monotone.

"try to stay low. yes, yes, help is on the way."

"okay," you croaked, holding your hands to your face now.

"stay away from the door, someone will try to get in," the dispatcher continued.

you shook your head, "please, please—" your head pounded now, as you choaked through what seemed like nothing but smoke. you could barley see anything with bleary eyes caked with dust. the dizziness was getting to you as you coughed violently.

suddenly when you thought all hope was lost the door slammed open. the air rushed in as your body finally gave in. it felt like ages being stuck in there without anything. strong hands held onto you, cradling you firmly.

"you're fine now. i got you, alright?" a voice assured you, and you let out a sharp cry, tears streaming down your face. your heart still pounded as you pathetically cried out.

"thank you, thank you, thank you so much."

and that was when your body gave out.

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beep.

beeeep.

there was a distant beeping and the scent of antiseptic. your eyelids fluttered, the weight of exhaustion pressing down on her. slowly, shapes came into focus—white walls, sterile blue curtains.

suddenly, you startled up, clutching at the sides of the cott you were lying in. where were you? what was happening?

"you're awake."

a handsome man stared at you, as you narrowed your eyes, "yes...i am. um? where am i?"

he patted your head with a cloth, gently as if he was concerned, "you don't remember? there was a fire in your house."

a fire? you tried to wrack your mind around the idea of your whole house going to flames. you remembered. yes, there was a fire in your house. you remember, frantically calling 911, choking, until someone came to save you. you could hardly believe it.

pain went through our chest, and you let out a small cry.

"hey, hey it's going to be okay—" he mused. suddenly you noticed how strange he looked in the hospital. with his big helmet, and neon striped coat...was he a goddamn firefighter? you remembered someone saving you, was that him?

"you saved me," you murmered, a small shock going through your chest. the firefighter, handsome stranger(?) nodded, his gaze steady.

"yeah."

“i—” you started, but your throat caught. he reached for the water cup on the side table, offering it to her before you could ask. their fingers brushed.

"drink,” he said softly. you accepted it, quickly drinking up the cool water. finally, you leaned back, looking at him in a different light. he had brown skin and the most beautiful brown eyes.

a strange silence settled between the two of you. the man smiled, a bashful smile as he reached his hand out, "it's not protocol, but you weren't fully conscious and needed someone to come with you to the hospital, and i, i just happened to be there."

"he didn't just happen to be there. he saved you. ma'am. if it wasn't up to our hero pope heyward you would have gone up with the flames,"a sharp voice said. you turned around, and it seemed to be your doctor.

"thank you, heyward. we'll take it from here," the old man said crossly, holding a clipboard near his chest, "you'll get all the care you need here."

pope nodded, almost as if he was embarrassed, "yea. get better soon."

but he didn’t leave right away. his fingers hovered at the strap of his helmet like he wanted to say something else.

you pursed your lips, giving a shy wave. but you couldn't hide the fact that you continued to watch him as he disappeared down the hallway.

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୨୧ not only is rafe cameron your mortal enemy, but he’s also, unknowingly, your nsfw tumblr mutual??

୨୧ when a double date with rafe leads to him feeling a sense of familiarity + you may have revealed your biggest secret yet..

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field trip fate: part 2 | andre harris

andre spent the next two days staring at your number like it was some kind of sacred text. he’d drafted at least five messages, but every time he went to hit send, he’d chicken out.

“just text her already,” beck said, lounging on the couch in the blackbox theater. “what’s the worst that could happen?”

“she doesn’t reply,” andre muttered, running a hand over his face.

“if she gave you her number, she wants to talk to you,” tori chimed in. “you don’t come off as too desperate, so you’re good.”

“thanks for that vote of confidence,” andre said dryly, but their words pushed him to finally type out a message:

andre: hey, it’s andre—museum guy. any chance you’ve been thinking about me as much as i’ve been thinking about you? ;)

he hit send before he could second-guess himself, then immediately set his phone face down on the table.

“it’s out of my hands now,” he said, leaning back with a dramatic sigh.

on the other side of town, you were sitting in your room, scrolling through your phone when the message came in. you couldn’t help but laugh at his smooth approach.

your friend, who was sitting on your bed, looked over. “what’s so funny?”

“museum guy finally texted me,” you said, holding up the phone.

“oooh, what are you gonna say?” she asked, leaning closer.

you smirked. “keep him on his toes, of course.”

you typed back:

you: oh, i don’t know. i’ve been very busy.

it didn’t take long for his reply to come through.

andre: too busy to think about me? ouch. you’re breaking my heart already.

you smiled, shaking your head. he was persistent—that much was clear.

you: guess you’ll just have to make a stronger impression.

andre read your message and grinned. you were definitely playing hard to get, but he was up for the challenge.

andre: how about i make my impression over dinner this weekend? i’ll even wear something fancy.

you bit your lip, trying not to smile too much.

you: dinner? bold move for someone i’ve only known for ten minutes.

andre: more like the best ten minutes of my life. give me a chance, y/n. you won’t regret it.

you paused, pretending to think about it, even though you already knew your answer.

you: fine. but if it’s boring, i’m leaving early.

andre: deal. but trust me, you won’t want to leave.

andre pumped his fist in the air when he saw your reply, earning a curious look from jade, who had just walked into the blackbox.

“what are you so happy about?” she asked, her usual skeptical tone in place.

“just locked down the best date of my life,” andre said, already thinking about what he’d wear.

“wow,” jade said flatly. “she must not know you well yet.”

“real funny, jade,” andre shot back, but nothing could ruin his mood.

that saturday, andre showed up at the restaurant early, dressed in a sleek black button-up and sneakers that were just the right mix of casual and cool. when you walked in, wearing a simple dress and your signature confidence, andre felt his heart skip a beat.

“you clean up nice,” you said as you sat across from him.

“you look amazing,” he replied, his grin making you feel butterflies you weren’t ready to admit to.

as the evening went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter, playful teasing, and a growing connection. by the time the night ended, andre knew one thing for sure: you weren’t just someone he wanted to impress—you were someone he wanted to keep around.

when he walked you to your car, he hesitated before asking, “so… was this better than the museum?”

you smiled, leaning closer. “maybe. i’ll let you know after the second date.”

andre chuckled, watching as you got into your car and drove away, already counting down the days until he could see you again.

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field trip fate | andre harris

the museum buzzed with groups of students. they had clearly double booked. it was packed. andre stood near the sculpture exhibit, half-listening to robbie ramble about ancient artifacts when his gaze drifted across the room—and froze.

you were standing by the paintings, your plaid skirt uniform catching the light as you tilted your head to examine a canvas. andre barely noticed anything else in the room.

“yo, andre, you okay?” robbie asked, waving a hand in front of his face.

“who is that?” andre muttered, his eyes glued to you.

robbie followed his gaze and grinned. “looks like St. Mary’s, the all girls school. you’re bold if you think she’s gonna give you the time of day.”

andre smirked, already stepping forward. “watch me.”

he weaved through the crowd until he was close enough to hear your voice as you chatted with one of your classmates. something about the way you smiled made his chest tighten.

“hey,” andre said smoothly, his signature grin in place.

you turned, your eyes meeting his, and for a moment, he swore the world slowed down. but instead of melting at his charm like most people did, you raised an eyebrow.

“can i help you?” you asked, your tone polite but guarded.

andre chuckled, undeterred. “i just had to come over and say hi. i’m andre.”

“okay… andre,” you said, glancing at your friend, who stifled a laugh. “and?”

“and… i think you’re stunning,” he said, his voice softening. “figured we could start there.”

you couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. “that’s a bold opener. does it usually work?”

“depends,” he said, leaning slightly against the exhibit railing. “does it work on you?”

you tilted your head, pretending to think. “not yet.”

andre laughed, loving the challenge. “alright, how about this? what if i gave you the best museum tour you’ve ever had?”

“you think you can top our guide’s spiel on renaissance art?” you teased.

“easily,” andre said. “i make everything better.”

your friend nudged you, whispering something in your ear, but you waved her off, turning back to andre.

“i’ll give you ten minutes,” you said finally.

andre grinned like he’d won the lottery. “ten minutes is all i need.”

he spent the next ten minutes walking you through exhibits, mixing facts with jokes, and sneaking in little compliments that made you roll your eyes but secretly blush. by the time the tour wrapped up, you were genuinely enjoying yourself.

“okay,” you said as you reached the final gallery. “that wasn’t terrible.”

“i’ll take that as a compliment,” andre said, his grin never faltering. “so… what do i have to do to get your number?”

you smirked, crossing your arms. “hmm. i’m not sure.”

“come on,” andre said, taking a step closer. “you can’t leave me hanging after all this. what if this is fate?”

you pretended to think again, then sighed dramatically. “fine. but only because you’re persistent.”

you scribbled your number on the back of a museum flyer and handed it to him just as your teacher called for your group to head out.

“don’t waste it,” you said with a wink, turning to leave.

andre watched you walk away, clutching the flyer like it was gold. as soon as you were out of sight, he let out a triumphant laugh.

“got it,” he said, tucking the number into his pocket as he walked back to his friends.

“you actually got her number?” robbie asked, wide-eyed.

“of course i did,” andre said, confidence radiating off him. “she couldn’t resist.”

but deep down, he knew he was the one who couldn’t resist you.

[herweirdass]

i feel like rafe has a major housewife kink

warnings: mentions of traditional stuff (just for the sake of the kink, please don’t stone me ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১), rafe is kinda misogynistic, fingering, slight dacryphilia, unprotected sex, rough sex, headlock, reader is too fucked out to think about anything else, degradation, slapping, dirty talk, hair pulling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, baby tapping threats

“i can’t— oh my, god. rafe!” your eyes fluttered shut for what felt like the hundredth time already, your thighs trembling as both pleasure and pain wracked through your body. rafe had no regard, nor did he care about this being your fourth orgasm as he rubbed your clit into overstimulation like his life depended on it. “yes, you fucking can,” he grunted, forcing your thighs open as they threatened to shut around his hand, “m’gonna keep you cumming until i see tears running down those cheeks.” you cried out at his words, your back arching into his chest at the overwhelming sensation.

rafe hadn’t even fucked you yet, and you were already on the verge of tapping out. flipping you over, rafe snaked an arm underneath your tummy before pulling you up, wasting no time in pressing your face into his pillows. stroking the small of your back, rafe groaned at the sight. he could see the body glitter on your skin, the little specs glinting underneath the dim lighting of his room. “fuck, i wish you would just let me have you already.. i’d make sure to slut you out every single day.” you whimpered when he delivered a harsh smack to the globe of your ass. “you just don’t know,” his aching tip prodded at your entrance, “i’d make sure you’d never have to lift a finger ever again.”

wrapping your hair around his fist, rafe slid into you without warning, drawing a shriek to leave your lips. “you shouldn’t be working in that fucking club,” he said through gritted teeth, “you should be here with me, letting me take care of you. i’ll come home and you’ll be waiting for me with a hot plate,” leaning down, rafe yanked your head back so his mouth was next to your ear, “you’ll keep this place spotless and i’ll buy you whatever the fuck you want,” just then, he wrapped a bicep around your neck, your chin tucked between the crease of his elbow and his forearm, “fuck you however you want.”

rafe’s words were punctuated by his thrusts, your acrylics scratching at his skin as you held onto him for dear life. “just picture that; me using you for all that you’re good for.” maybe it was because everyone who knew you, especially your girlfriends at the club, knew you wouldn’t be settling down anytime soon, or at all for that matter, but the idea of locking you away in tanneyhill and never going anywhere without you hanging off of his arm, making you fully reliant on him, financially and emotionally, it turned him on beyond words could describe. “you don’t even know what i’m saying,” he laughed, “you’re too cock drunk to understand.”

you whimpered pathetically, tears running down your face as he planted a slap to your cheek. “gonna fill up this cunt and trap you, maybe then you’ll understand what i’m saying when i put my baby inside of you.”

[herweirdass]

love your rafe fic! can we get an extra smutty one with him giving y/n backshots on his dads boat? 🥹🥹🥹

Rafe Cameron's thick, throbbing cock slid into my dripping wet pussy with a sloppy squelch, his heavy balls slapping against my ass as he started to rut into me like a wild animal. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling back in pleasure as he pounded me mercilessly on the creaky wooden floorboards of his dad's boat.

His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises as he drove his dick deep, grinding against my G-spot with each brutal thrust. I could feel the veins pulsing in his shaft, the heat of his body seeping into mine as he fucked me like a beast in heat.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Rafe grunted, his breath hot against my ear as he nibbled on my lobe. "Gonna fill this dirty little cunt with my cum." I whimpered and clung to the back of the couch, my pussy clenching around his cock as he pounded into me harder.

I could feel every inch of him, his veiny shaft rubbing against my inner walls as he fucked me with wild abandon. "Mhmm...milking my cock so good," Rafe growled, his hot breath fanning over my neck as he nipped at my skin. "Gonna make you scream for my cum."

I moaned loudly, my body shaking with pleasure as he pistoned in and out of me. The boat rocked gently on the water, the creaking of the wooden hull mixing with our ragged breathing and the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

Rafe reached around to grope my tits, his fingers pinching and twisting my nipples as he continued to rut into me. I arched my back, pushing my breasts into his hands as I rode his cock, my pussy clenching around him like a vice.

As Rafe's thrusts grew more erratic, his heavy balls drawing up tight against his body, I could feel his orgasm building. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned, his hips stuttering as he slammed into me one final time.

With a guttural grunt, he buried his thick cock deep in my pussy and erupted, his hot seed flooding my womb. I cried out, my own climax crashing over me as I clenched around him, milking his cock for every last drop. But our pleasure was short-lived. Suddenly, the cabin door burst open and Rafe's dad, Ward, stood there, his face a mask of shock and anger.

"What in the hell…?" he spluttered, his eyes fixed on the lewd scene before him. Rafe and I froze, his cock still buried inside me, as we stared at him in horror.

[herweirdass]

maybe a fic abt two people who love each other dearly but just aren’t good for one another.

divided shores | rafe cameron

the outer banks were nothing like the city you’d grown up in. the endless beaches, golden sunsets, and tight-knit community were a far cry from the bustling streets you were used to. moving here felt like stepping into a different world—one where everyone seemed to already know each other, and the divide between kooks and pogues ran deep.

you were a pogue now, not that you’d chosen a side. living in a modest house on the cut, working shifts at a local diner, and hanging out with jj, kie, and pope made it clear where you stood in the social hierarchy. but you didn’t care about the labels—at least, not until you met rafe cameron.

it started innocently enough. you ran into him at the marina while helping jj with a boat repair job. rafe had leaned against his truck, watching with mild curiosity before offering a sarcastic comment about pogues “fixing scraps.”

“got something to say, kook?” you shot back, not even looking up from your task.

his grin had been infuriating. “just wondering how someone like you ended up here. you don’t look like the rest of them.”

it wasn’t the best first impression, but for some reason, rafe kept showing up. at the diner where you worked, at the beach bonfires, even at the marina again. his cocky attitude slowly gave way to something softer, something that made your stomach flip when he looked at you.

against all odds, you started spending time together—first in secret, then out in the open. it wasn’t long before the whispers started.

“rafe, are you seriously hanging out with her?” his kook friends would sneer. “what’s next? you gonna start wearing cut-off jeans and drinking beer from cans?”

meanwhile, jj wasn’t much better. “are you out of your mind? that guy’s a cameron. he’s bad news.”

at first, you and rafe laughed it off. the sneers, the gossip, the disapproving looks from both sides—it didn’t matter when it was just the two of you, sitting on the beach and talking about dreams that felt too big for this island. but over time, the weight of everyone’s judgment started to sink in.

“maybe they’re right,” you muttered one night, after yet another argument with jj about rafe. “maybe this… whatever we’re doing… doesn’t make sense.”

rafe frowned, his brows furrowing. “you’re really gonna let them decide that for us?”

“it’s not just them, rafe,” you said, your voice cracking. “it’s everything. your family, my friends. we’re from two different worlds. how are we supposed to make this work when everyone is against us?”

he was silent for a moment, staring out at the ocean. finally, he said, “i don’t know. but i know i don’t want to lose you. not because of them.”

the vulnerability in his voice made your heart ache. but doubt was a heavy thing, and it had been building for weeks.

“maybe we need some space,” you whispered, your chest tight.

rafe looked at you, his jaw tightening. “if that’s what you want.”

“it’s not what i want,” you said quickly. “but it’s what we need. for now.”

he nodded, though the pain in his eyes was evident. “okay.”

for the next few weeks, you tried to keep your distance, throwing yourself into work and spending time with the pogues. but nothing felt right. no amount of laughter with jj or heart-to-hearts with kie could fill the void that rafe had left.

it wasn’t until a chance encounter at the beach, late one night, that things came to a head. rafe was sitting on the dunes, his figure silhouetted against the moonlight.

“i didn’t think you’d be here,” you said softly, approaching him.

“could say the same to you,” he replied, his voice quiet.

you sat beside him, the silence stretching between you. finally, he said, “i tried to stay away, but i can’t. i don’t care what anyone says, or how hard this is. you’re worth it.”

tears pricked your eyes as you looked at him. “rafe…”

“i’m serious,” he interrupted, turning to face you. “they can hate us all they want. let them. but i’m done letting them make me doubt what i feel for you.”

his words broke something inside you, the wall of doubt and fear you’d been building. without thinking, you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his.

it wasn’t a perfect resolution. the disapproval from both sides didn’t magically disappear, and the challenges didn’t vanish. but that night, sitting under the stars with rafe’s arms around you, you knew one thing for sure: love was worth fighting for.

my first rafe fic ahhhhh

[herweirdass]

Hi! Can you possibly write a Joe Burrow imagine please where he keeps referring to his gf as “wifey” or “my wife” to her and other people when he speaks about her even though they are not married yet. But he is waiting for the moment to pop the big question. Until one night he sees the perfect opportunity to propose right after a small argument about leaving the toothpaste cap off.

— ୨ৎ my wife | jb

synopsis: joe always called you "wifey," but you never expected him to propose mid-toothpaste cap argument—yet it was perfectly, undeniably you two.

word count: 534

life with joe burrow was nothing short of a dream. you were his safe haven, his number-one fan, and the love of his life. but there was one thing that always made you laugh: joe’s habit of calling you “wifey” or “my wife” to everyone—teammates, friends, family, even strangers.

“yeah, wifey cooked this amazing dinner last night,” he’d say, grinning like a lovestruck fool. or, “my wife’s the reason i’m not walking around in mismatched socks today.”

you’d always roll your eyes playfully, nudging him with a smile. “joe, i’m not your wife yet.”

“technicality,” he’d reply with a smirk. “you will be.”

you thought it was just joe being joe, but little did you know, he was serious. the ring had been sitting in a drawer in his office for months, waiting for the right moment. joe had planned and replanned his proposal a hundred times, but nothing felt quite perfect.

one night, after a long day for both of you, the two of you were brushing your teeth side by side in the bathroom. you noticed the toothpaste cap sitting off again, and with an exaggerated sigh, you grabbed it and screwed it back on.

“joe,” you said, shaking your head, “how hard is it to put the cap back on? i do it every time.”

he rinsed his toothbrush and gave you a sheepish look. “it’s not that i don’t care—it’s just that i forget.”

“you always forget,” you teased, crossing your arms.

he turned to face you, his lips twitching into a grin. “you’re really gonna make a big deal out of this, huh?”

“yes, because one day, you’re gonna leave it off, and it’s gonna dry out, and then—”

you didn’t get to finish your sentence because joe suddenly dropped to one knee, right there on the bathroom floor.

“joe, what are you doing?” you asked, your heart skipping a beat.

“fixing the toothpaste cap problem for good,” he said, pulling a small velvet box from his hoodie pocket. his voice softened as he opened it, revealing a stunning diamond ring. “i mean, if you’re officially my wife, maybe you’ll have more patience with me leaving the cap off.”

your eyes widened, tears already pooling. “joe…”

“i’m serious,” he said, his blue eyes locking onto yours. “you’ve been my wife in my heart for a long time. i’ve been calling you that because it’s how i feel. and now i just want to make it official. will you marry me?”

you stared at him, your hands flying to your mouth as you nodded vigorously. “yes! of course, yes!”

joe slipped the ring onto your finger, standing and wrapping you in a tight embrace. “finally,” he murmured against your hair. “i’ve been dying to ask you.”

“you couldn’t have waited for a more romantic moment?” you teased, laughing through your happy tears.

“why? this is us,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “you, me, and a toothpaste cap argument. it doesn’t get more perfect than that.”

you kissed him, feeling like the luckiest person in the world. and as the two of you stood in the tiny bathroom, your laughter echoing off the walls, you couldn’t agree more.

[herweirdass]

a request for Joe where reader buys him flowers

— ୨ৎ flowers | jb

synopsis: you surprised joe with flowers after a tough week, and though he’d never received them before, the simple gesture meant everything to him.

word count: 445

the offseason was a rare moment of calm in joe burrow’s otherwise chaotic life. the constant grind of practices, games, and media appearances was replaced with quiet mornings, lazy afternoons, and moments he could actually share with you.

you loved surprising joe, and today was no exception. it had been a particularly tough week for him—rehab sessions for a nagging injury and endless meetings about next season’s game plan. you wanted to remind him that he was more than just the cincinnati bengals’ quarterback.

so, you walked into his apartment with a bouquet of sunflowers and white lilies—bright, cheerful, and just a little unexpected, much like your relationship.

joe was sprawled on the couch, his glasses perched on his nose as he read a book. he glanced up when he heard the door, his expression softening when he saw you. “hey,” he said, setting the book aside. “what’s this?”

you grinned, holding out the bouquet. “these are for you.”

his brows knit together in confusion. “flowers? for me?”

“yes, for you,” you said, laughing at his bewildered expression. “why not? you deserve flowers too, joe.”

he stood, walking over to take the bouquet from your hands. his fingers brushed yours, and you noticed the faint blush creeping up his neck. “i don’t think anyone’s ever bought me flowers before.”

“well, it’s about time someone did,” you teased, watching as he brought the bouquet closer, his nose brushing against the petals. “do you like them?”

he looked at you, his lips curving into that boyish smile you loved so much. “yeah. they’re perfect. thank you.”

you followed him into the kitchen as he rummaged around for a vase. once he’d arranged the flowers, he set them on the counter, taking a step back to admire them. “you know,” he said, turning to you, “i think i like this. being spoiled by you.”

“oh, do you now?” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

he smirked, pulling you into his arms. “yeah. but don’t think you’re off the hook. i’ve got some surprises planned for you too.”

“oh, i’m sure you do,” you said, resting your head against his chest.

joe pressed a kiss to your forehead, his voice soft. “thank you for this, really. it’s a small thing, but it means a lot.”

you tilted your head up to look at him. “you’re always giving so much of yourself to everyone else. i just wanted to give something back to you.”

he didn’t say anything, just held you a little tighter. and as the sunflowers and lilies filled the room with their bright, fresh scent, you knew that sometimes, it was the smallest gestures that meant the most.

[herweirdass]

( got this from reddit) can you do a story where a reader and vinnie or any (mc) gets married and all the women in his family show up in white and he gets very upset and kicks them out bc they have a tendency of making fun of her.

— ୨ৎ white lines and boundaries | vh

word count: 684

the days leading up to the wedding were tense. vinnie was pacing the living room of the small apartment you shared, his jaw tight and his hands gripping his phone like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. you sat on the couch, watching him with a mix of curiosity and unease. the silence between you had become deafening over the past few weeks, but now it was crackling with something else—frustration.

“what’s going on?” you finally asked, breaking the stillness.

vinnie stopped pacing, running a hand through his curls. “it’s my family,” he muttered. “they’re planning to show up in white to the wedding.”

your stomach sank. you’d heard about his family’s so-called “initiation” games, the cruel jokes and comments they directed at the women vinnie brought around. you’d felt the sting of their words more than once, and the idea of them trying to ruin your special day made your chest tighten.

“are you serious?” you asked, your voice low but steady. “what did you say to them?”

he let out a sharp breath, holding up his phone. “i made a group text and told them it wasn’t happening. i told them if they even thought about showing up in white, they’d be turned away at the door.”

you blinked, surprised by his decisiveness. “and?”

“and they think it’s funny,” he said, his voice rising with anger. “they’re saying it’s just a joke, that i’m being dramatic. but it’s not a joke. it’s disrespectful—to you, to us, to everything we’re trying to build.”

you stood, crossing the room to place a hand on his arm. “vinnie… thank you for standing up for me. but are you sure this is worth causing a rift in your family?”

he looked down at you, his dark eyes softening. “worth it? you’re my family now. and i’m done letting them treat you—or anyone else i care about—like this.”

the day of the wedding arrived, and the ceremony was perfect. the venue was a small, sunlit garden filled with your closest friends and family. vinnie’s side was noticeably smaller than yours, but he didn’t seem to care. he stood at the altar, looking at you like you were the only person in the world.

then, halfway through the reception, the women in his family showed up. and just as they’d planned, they were all dressed in white.

the room went quiet as heads turned toward them. vinnie’s jaw tightened, and his hand gripped yours under the table. you looked at him, silently asking what he wanted to do.

he stood, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “what are you doing here?”

“we came to celebrate,” one of his aunts said, her tone smug. “what’s the big deal? we’re just having a little fun.”

“fun?” vinnie repeated, his voice rising. “you think disrespecting my wife on her wedding day is fun? you think showing up here, dressed like that, after i told you not to, is some kind of joke?”

the women exchanged uncomfortable glances, their confidence faltering.

“this isn’t just about the dresses,” vinnie continued. “it’s about the way you’ve treated every woman i’ve ever brought into my life. the insults, the jokes, the so-called ‘initiation.’ it’s cruel, it’s childish, and it stops now. if you can’t respect my wife, you don’t get to be part of this day—or my life.”

there was a long, tense pause before the women turned and left, their laughter gone, their smugness replaced with silence.

as the door closed behind them, vinnie turned to you, his expression softening. “you okay?”

you nodded, tears welling in your eyes. “thank you, vinnie. for choosing me.”

he cupped your face in his hands, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “always.”

the rest of the night was filled with joy, laughter, and love—the kind that comes from knowing that, no matter what, you had each other’s backs. and as you danced with vinnie under the twinkling lights, you knew you’d made the right choice—because you weren’t just marrying a man. you were marrying your best friend, your protector, your family.

[herweirdass]

with you | ph

the warm outer banks sun began its descent into the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. the salty breeze swirled around pope heyward as he leaned against the railing of the dock, fiddling nervously with the drawstring of his hoodie. he glanced at his phone again, his heart skipping a beat when he saw the time. you were late. not that it mattered—he would wait as long as it took.

when he finally heard the soft crunch of sneakers on the wooden planks behind him, he turned, his lips curving into a smile. you were here, a vision of effortless beauty in your cropped sweater and jeans, your locs glowing like spun gold in the sunset.

“hey,” you greeted, the word as soft and warm as the evening air.

“hey,” pope replied, his voice catching slightly. he cleared his throat, his smile widening awkwardly. “i—i’ve been thinking about you all day.”

you stopped mid-step, tilting your head at him with a playful grin. “oh, yeah? what exactly have you been thinking about?”

he exhaled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “i mean, everything. like how you always know what to say to get me out of my head. how you somehow manage to make every moment feel… brighter. and honestly? i’ve been wondering if you might’ve been thinking about me, too.”

you stepped closer, so close that the tips of your sneakers touched his. “what do you think?” you teased, your voice dropping just enough to make his stomach flip.

his eyes searched yours, the courage to be honest with his feelings bubbling to the surface. “i think maybe i’ve been overthinking, as usual. but you’ve got this way of making me want to take chances. so, here’s me doing that.”

before he could overthink again, you closed the gap, your fingers grazing his arm before resting on his chest. “you’re not overthinking,” you said softly. “i’ve been thinking about you, too.”

pope blinked, his breath catching. “you have?”

“mmhmm,” you murmured, your gaze flickering down to his lips before meeting his eyes again. “and i’d really like to stop thinking so much and just see where this goes. if you’re up for that.”

pope’s grin returned, this time brighter than the setting sun. “i’m definitely up for that.”

with the waves gently lapping against the dock and the last rays of sunlight casting golden reflections on the water, pope leaned in, his hand brushing yours. and just like that, the overthinking stopped—for both of you.

the kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it carried the promise of everything unspoken: summer adventures, stolen glances, and a bond as steady as the tides.

for once, pope heyward wasn’t worried about what came next. all he knew was that he was exactly where he wanted to be—with you.

[herweirdass]

trying to act older than you are but also wanting to stay young forever