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[rowaelinpls]

Rafe w plus-sized/chubby reader, pretty pleeeease??

(Would you guys like this as a series? 🌺🤔)

“Them stretch marks im nuttin all over.”

You read the text message over and over again. Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you sat down on the edge of your bed. The way the heat was rushing to your core in such a fast manner, had you concerned. No man had ever made you feel this way especially a man this gorgeous. His name was Rafe and you had met him on Tinder of all places.

You had been in so many failed relationships that you were done trying, but of course there was only so long you could go with just using your rose toy. And while that little thing was amazing, you did miss the feeling of sex. Signing up for Tinder, you promised yourself that you were not looking for a relationship and merely only wanted to see if you could find a potential friends with benefits. You had never had one, always falling into these too quickly.

You weren’t exactly confident, your weight always getting in the way. Something you had struggled with as long as you could remember. You had a tummy, rolls, stretch marks, your face always being too round. You hated the fact men turned you away when asking for a picture of your body.

Rafe was muscular with light tan skin and gorgeous blue eyes. His profile read that he was 6’2, he worked at his dad’s business and he was looking for something causal. You thought you had nothing to lose and swiped right on his profile, not thinking anything of it. You were sure he wouldn’t give you the time of day.

You had just gotten out of the shower when you saw the notification.

You matched with Rafe!

Rafe sent you a message

Matched? You were in shock as you opened up the message hoping it wouldn’t scare him off that you were messaging him back so quickly. The two of you started off casual, making small conversation to learn a little about one another even exchanging numbers. It then led to being flirtatious, him causing your pussy to feel butterflies. He asked what you liked in bed, your turn ons, what made you feel good. When he asked for a picture of your body, you immediately got anxious. Normally you’d block the guy no matter how hot they were.

Sending him a full body picture of you and explaining that you had stretch marks, and cellulite and weren’t skinny by any means. You sat on the edge of your bed nervously. It took him a minute to reply, making you wonder if he got grossed out. But as soon as that text message came in, your eyes widened. Reading it over and over, you didn’t know how to reply.

Your phone dinged again, this time with an address. Was this really going to happen? As nervous as you were, you found yourself typing back a response.

“You want me to come over?” You bit your lip, waiting for a response. The typing bubbles appeared, only to disappear a few seconds after. Your phone buzzed in your hand, a video now having been sent from his end. You took a deep breath, clicking the play button where it turned to full screen. Your eyes widened as the camera focused on his grey sweatpants, the clear outline of a huge dick now in the frame. You instantly felt the ache run straight to your core, wanting to see more of it.

“What do you think? Let me put this in you, pretty girl.” The message below the video said.

You rang the doorbell, nervously rocking on your heels as you waited. This wasn't the best idea you had ever had. He could be a crazy person for all you knew. The house was rather dark and you didn't see much movement. You pulled out your phone to start to text him when you heard the sound of a door being opened.

You looked up to see him standing there. He was tall, his profile height being right. His eyes were the bluest shade you had ever seen, staring at you with the sexiest smirk. He was shirtless, toned abs making your mouth water as you couldn't help but glance at him.

“Hi.” You squeaked nervously.

“Hey.” His voice deep, making you want to cum right then and there. You swallowed the lump in your throat, stepping in the house as he opened the door wider. You looked around, the house neat with neutral colors. He cleared his throat, walking past you towards the living room. “Let me turn this off real quick and we will go upstairs.” He said, grabbing the remote and turning the tv off.

He led you up the stairs and down the hall to what you presumed to be his bedroom. It was surprisingly clean, and smelled of cedar and his cologne. He shut the door, walking past you to sit on the edge of the bed. You sat your purse down on the end of the dresser, hands folding in front of you in nerves.

“Come here.” He rasped out, eyes raking over you as you stepped closer to him. He roughly grabbed your hips to pull you between his legs, hand running down to grip your ass. “Don’t be shy with me. Alright? You’re fucking beautiful.” He said.

You had never felt or seen a dick so big. Your head hung down, flushed cheek pressed into the mattress as Rafe pounded you from behind. This position was almost too much for you, making you grab the sheets to almost pull away.

“Where you going, huh? Don’t start fucking runnin from me.” His voice about the sexiest thing you had ever heard. You felt his large hand come to your head, yanking your hair back in a tight fist. You let out a loud moan, eyes rolling back as he forced you to look up at him.

“Open your fucking mouth.” Rafe spat, gripping your jaw to force apart. You did exactly as you were told, not having much of a choice as he spit directly onto your tongue. You felt completely degraded, exactly one of your kinks you told him you had. He was not playing around with you, and the chokehold this man had you on was crazy.

He chuckled, leaning down to capture your tongue with his in a messy kiss, your poor cunt being drilled by his massive length at a constant pace. You whined against his mouth, pussy clenching around his cock as you already began to squirt against him and the sheets below.

“Shit.. you like ruining my sheets and shit?” His voice hoarse, reaching down to slap your thick ass cheek roughly.

All you could do was nod, head pounding from the still tight grip on your hair. You had completely came undone in just a short amount of time. The insecurities you had felt before had disappeared for the time being, Rafe worshipping your curves by fucking you exactly how you had wanted.

[rowaelinpls]

FUCK YOU AND Y(OUR) DADDY ♡

mdni, 18+ smut, age gap, reader is of age, reader calls rafe “daddy”, overstim, safe sex, use of nicknames: sweetheart, baby, girl, little brat.

you couldn’t stand your project partner; she was a total rich brat who had way more ego than she should have. someone must be praying for your downfall because you were the unlucky person who got assigned with her and now your ears were bleeding from her constant whining about the project that she was making you do alone. everyday, you are inching closer and closer to snapping on her. she was the worst.

spending two hours with her was torture but it was all worth it in the end because you got yourself a little reward in the shape of mr. cameron. that man wasn't slick at all in the way he would eye you up and down every time he walked past his daughter's door. a not very subtle pervy smirk taunting you like he wanted you to throw away your morals and come see what was up. well...

who said you had morals in the first place?

"rafeee!" you mewl out, holding onto his bicep while he has you laid flat with his beefy arms flexing around your neck. the bed underneath your bodies was soaked from the result of multiple rounds. rafe was already starting again, guiding his fat cock back inside your poor cunt that had already went through hell and back.

“didn’t know we were on a first name basis.” he grunts out, sloppy mean hips slamming against your reddened ass while you laid there and took it. people were right, older men do fuck better. rafe was fucking his thick inches in your little pussy with no ounce of mercy.

“f-fuck you, no— no more!” you try to retaliate, to seem tough again but your whiny voice doesn’t help your case. nor does your tear-stained cheeks or the way your tiny pussy is gripping him. as expected, rafe didn’t take you seriously at all. he just flashes you a lazy grin while pounding your guts. “hey— don’t say that disrespectful shit to me, baby. givin’ it to you good right now, give me some fuckin’ respect c’mon.” to make his point, the older man speeds his pace up even more and tightens his chokehold on you even more.

you knew mr. cameron was gonna be big but you never expected him to be this big. the stretch of his thick cock making your eyes roll back like one of those broken vintage dolls. his tip was prodding at the spongy part deep inside of you and knocking the air out of you. “mmphhf— fuck daddy, gonna come!” you whine out, the heat inside of your stomach growing steadily.

“ohhh, now you’re callin’ me daddy? where’s the back talk now, huh dumb girl?” his smirk widens while he shifts to sit back on his knees, bringing your ass with him. the sounds of his hips thwacking against you was deafening. everything adding up into an overwhelming sensation that makes you claw at the sheets in an attempt to escape from his thrusts. rafe clearly didn’t like that. his firm hands bring your hips back to meet his, grasping onto your hips so tightly. “where you goin’? don’t run from it now, sweetheart.” he was so mean. the whole bed was creaking and moaning from how rough rafe was, giving you the most devious back shots ever. your sloppy cunt squelching as he was stretching your tight pussy open. you were lost in the pleasure, dumbly silent with your mouth wide open and the white of your eyes showing.

crack—

“shit.” rafe mumbles causing you to want to look up and see what happened but instead his hand pushes your head down into the mattress. “keep your nosy ass down, don’t need to look. just keep takin’ it.” the headboard was cracked in half, rafe’s arm tensing while he held the wood up so it wouldn’t fall on you. that wasn’t gonna stop him from fucking you though, nuh uh. his dick keeps ramming into your hole over and over again even with both hands busy.

rafe tilts his head back and closes his eyes to really feel the way your walls are gripping him so tightly. you were made to take his dick. “greedy pussy’s swallowin’ me whole, goddamn.” it only takes you a couple more nasty strokes before you’re creaming all over his dick with a cry for what felt like the thousandth time. the way your walls clench and spasm around his shaft making him lick his lips while he fucks you through your orgasm.

“gonna make you my precious pocket pussy… ohh fuck— you like that? gonna keep this tiny hole all for myself.” his cock twitches inside you as he continues to pound you into mattress. rafe doesn’t care to listen to your answer or look at the way you nod furiously because you’re already his. he’ll make it happen no matter what. rafe thrusts a couple more times before spilling inside of the condom with a groan. splurts of his warm cum filling the rubber up to the brim. he slowly pulls out with a exhale, taking his hand off your head to throw the condom to the side. “alright, up. broke the bed for your pussy, little brat.” he snickers, giving you a soft kiss on your shoulder before leaning back and patting your sore limp butt.

maybe your project partner wasn’t so bad !! you love her house so much <33

[rowaelinpls]

I NEED MORE OF STEPDAD!RAFE PLEASE

“Your-too big..” You tried to run, gripping the baby pink silk sheets between your fists. Your stepdad’s fat cock stretching your tiny cunt open.

A large hand gripped your fleshy hip, squeezing it tightly as his other hand gripped the back of your neck to pull you back. Why are you running? You can take it.” His tone rough as he watched his massive length slide into your creamy hole.

Your head felt fuzzy as Rafe began speeding his thrusts up, your toes curling from the further stretch. “Daddy-..” You cried out, only to get shushed by is hand coming over your mouth.

“Your mom is asleep in the other room. She doesn’t need to know that I’m plowing your perfect little pussy.” His whisper even sounding demanding. He pulled out in one swift movement, flipping you onto your back so that he could see you. Your face was makeup free but still looked gorgeous, pink in the cheeks from being flushed. He watched your eyes roll back as he sunk all nine inches back into you again, your lips falling open in a silent scream.

“Shit.. princess take your stepdad’s big fucking cock. Fucking take it, slut.” Rafe spat as your tight cunt clenched around him over and over.

You wanted to scream, his filthy words making your pussy soak his cock the more he bruised your hole. “Daddy.. please.” You gasped.

The ring hand came to your throat, not letting you get another word out. “One more fucking word slut.. and you’ll regret teasing me all day so that I’d come fuck you.”

[rowaelinpls]

You Get Me So High

JJ Maybank x Reader

Warnings: DUB-CON, STEPCEST, loss of virginity, toxic relationship (JJ's kind of an asshole), jealousy, manipulation, underage drinking, drug use, brief Rafe x reader

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies | ➥ divider by @firefly-graphics

summary: To everyone else, JJ is just being an overprotective brother. To you, he's being a possessive asshole.

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You crossed your arms over your chest, watching with a scowl as Kie entertained some guy you’d seen throw a smile her way earlier. You were leaning against a tree, acting as more of an observer than an actual participant as the music from someone’s speaker reached your ears. The tanned girl looked like she was having fun. If only you could relate…

You took a swig of beer, swallowing down your bitterness with it.

The last guy you’d been talking to had been effectively scared off, his eyes widening slightly when a familiar arm snaked its way over your shoulder. You hadn’t needed to lift your gaze to confirm who it was, the sudden nervous fidget from the guy before you told you all you needed to know. Before the familiar blond had even managed to say anything, you’d let out a small sigh, disappointment weighing you down already.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Never mind the fact that he was overstepping into your personal life, but he had to be rude about it too.

The cute brunette had stuttered, face reddening at JJ’s words. Your heart sank at the sight, gaze pleading when his eyes met yours again, but by the look on his face, you could tell that this was one argument he didn’t think was worth it. Watching him mutter an apology before stumbling away, you didn’t know what you hated more—JJ’s behavior or every guy’s lack of balls to stand up to him.

“He’s an asshole, trust me,” was all JJ had said when you gave him an even look.

Without sparing him a word nor another glance, you’d stomped away in search of something to drink.

That was how you found yourself isolated from everyone else, watching your friends have fun—namely Kie—while you were reduced to standing in the corner. You didn’t see the point, to be honest. If you got too ‘wild’ JJ would come along trying to shield you from interested eyes, and if you dared to attempt a conversation with any guy, he’d come along telling them to get lost.

To anyone else he was an overprotective brother.

You knew better though.

“You’re so dramatic,” a familiar voice drawled, and you didn’t bother to even turn your head.

Taking another sip of your drink, you pursed your lips.

“How so?” you quietly wondered.

You felt his fingers graze your jaw, and you hated the way your lashes fluttered.

Hidden away in the dark, the two of you weren’t so visible, and you suspected that was the reason for his boldness. His fingers danced towards your neck, and your heart skipped a beat when one dipped beneath the collar of your shirt, grazing a mark you both knew was there. It made you shudder, and at that you slapped his hand away.

The blond sighed.

“I didn’t want you getting caught up with that guy,” he said. “I didn’t tell you to stop having fun.”

“You might as well have,” you snapped. “You always do.”

“…because your version of fun is shaking your ass against guys who wanna fuck you.”

“At least someone does,” you muttered into your cup.

JJ heard it loud and clear though despite the music and low volume of your voice. You could feel his gaze boring a hole into the side of your face, and you refused to look at him. You finished your drink, starting to toss it on the ground before thinking better of it. Kie would have your head.

“Don’t,” JJ finally said.

You swiveled your head towards him.

“Don’t what?” you wondered with a shrug, face even despite the fire you knew was in your eyes. “Don’t wonder why you don’t want to fuck me but don’t want anyone else to either?”

You watched him press his lips together at that, shoving his hands into his pockets as he glanced around. You hated the way he wouldn’t look at you now, so bold a moment ago. Eventually you rolled your eyes, softly scoffing to yourself before pushing past him.

You didn’t spare JJ another thought as you threw your cup away, finding John B. and asking him when he planned on leaving. You all were staying over at The Chateau, and you shouldn’t have been shocked to know he was going to leave when everyone else wanted to. Annoyed with JJ more than usual, you chose to take your chances and walk back.

You didn’t tell anyone.

It was summer, but the ocean breeze cooled the night air, and you wrapped your arms around yourself, wishing you’d at least had the sense to steal JJ’s jacket. Thoughts of the blond made you frown, and a sour feeling twisted deep within your gut. You longed for the days where your fights were just normal sibling bullshit—being accused of stealing his shirts and eating all of his chips and blaming the missing beer on each other.

Now, your fights were so far from normal sibling bullshit.

Your heart stuttered at the memory of his lips on yours, an impulsive decision after getting high in his bedroom one night. When he hadn’t pushed you away, you hadn’t known what to do, never expecting yourself to get so far. You were even more stumped when he kissed you back, his hand resting on your neck while the other dug into your waist.

You didn’t know why you hadn’t expected it.

Mixed in with those fights about clothes and food and getting on each other’s nerves were also moments that weren’t known by anyone but you. JJ had always been touchy, but the nights in which he’d brush your waist instead of your shoulder left you restless. Sometimes when Pope would say something especially silly, the blond would throw you a look that had you giggling.

…but then it would linger, and you’d feel heat cling to your cheeks, and you’d swear that he ran his eyes over you in a way a brother shouldn’t. When no one else was around, he’d pull you into his lap and rest his face against your neck and rub circles into the small of your back. Despite how much you laid awake at night thinking on these interactions, you told yourself you were imagining things.

Sure, JJ wasn’t your brother by blood, but that shouldn’t have mattered.

Your parents were married, and that made you siblings, and in the eyes of the law—and society—that made anything between you wrong…and illegal. With that being said, you hadn’t been able to stop yourself from overanalyzing every exchange, trying and failing to convince yourself that you guys were just close. That’s all.

…but with your parents out and a blunt being passed between you, you hadn’t been able to stop your brain from fixating on it. Ignoring the way the walls pulsed, you’d traced the even rise and fall of his chest. You’d watched his long fingers take the blunt, the low light glinting off of his rings, and you’d watched him bring it up to his pink lips. His hair had seemed messier that night, eyes bluer, and before you knew it…

You kissed him.

You and JJ kissed for what felt like hours, pawing at each other and dragging your lips against each other’s skin. You’d taken a few hits in between, and after some time, you’d just laid there…staring at each other and gently reaching out to each other and occasionally kissing some more. His dad had been God knows where, and your mom had been working, and when you woke up…

JJ pretended like nothing had happened.

That was how it always went ever since.

Sometimes you were high, sometimes sober, and you’d find yourselves wrapped up in each other. Kissing and biting at skin and pulling at fabric. You’d spend hours touching each other, leaving marks that only you two would know the origin of, and when things started to get out of hand, JJ would pull away, convincing you to do the same. The next day—sometimes even just hours later—it was like nothing ever happened.

You watched him disappear with countless girls at parties and said nothing. Days where you’d be with Kie and run into him and some unknown girl, you’d say nothing. When your eyes would zero in on a mark you know you didn’t leave, you’d say nothing. You bit your tongue, because you got it. You and JJ couldn’t actually be anything, not for real anyway, and even if you chose to be something in secret, you hadn’t decided that yet.

So, you understood it.

What you didn’t understand though was the way his presence descended over you like a dark cloud anytime you so much as laughed with another man. If one even approached you, here he’d come playing the protective brother role so well. John B. and Pope found it admirable, and Kie may not have agreed, but she understood. JJ was just being a good brother.

Only you knew it was because he didn’t want to chance anyone else fucking you.

“Are you crazy?”

That familiar voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you cursed yourself for being so wrapped up in your mind to not even hear the approach of a familiar vehicle. Huffing, you turned to roll your eyes at JJ as John B. slowed down. The blond was leaning out of the passenger window, but when John B. stopped, he completely hopped out.

He didn’t look happy.

“Are you deaf? You didn’t see me calling you?”

You hadn’t actually—your phone on silent—and that was what you told him.

“That’s a great volume for it to be at,” he sarcastically replied.

His hand was firm on your back as he pushed you towards the van, climbing into the back behind you as Pope took his place in the passenger seat. You sat as far away from JJ as possible—next to Kie—and you were more than eager to ignore the blond and involve yourself in the conversation they’d been having before spotting you. You could feel your brother’s gaze on you the entire time, and you didn’t spare him a glance.

“He just worries about you,” Kie quietly told you later when JJ was wrapped up in some debate with the two up front. “I don’t agree with how crazy he gets, but if I had a sibling, I don’t think I’d be too much better.”

You bit your tongue, fighting back a bitter smirk. How could you tell Kie that JJ’s ‘worry’ had nothing to do with genuine concern? How could you tell her that under the cover of darkness he’d kiss you and taste you and curl his fingers inside of you, but refused to go beyond that all the while preventing you from going beyond that with anyone else? How could you tell her that so much of your fighting lately was because he wanted to keep you at arms’ length while refusing to give you up?

JJ was a selfish asshole.

You were out of the van almost as soon as John B. parked, and you were searching for a t-shirt you knew you’d left over when the rest of them finally joined you. You could hear Kie searching for something to drink, and when Pope turned to you—a question on his tongue—you shook your head.

“No, I’m…I’m going to sleep in the van,” you exhaled, feeling emotionally drained. “I’m kind of tired.”

They tried to convince you of otherwise, but you waved them off. You could feel JJ’s eyes on you, and you only threw him a dirty look as you left. You felt a tad better after getting undressed, and you heaved a sigh after pulling the tee over your head. With a grimace, you realized it was JJ’s, and you both loved and hated that it still smelled like him.

Staring up at the roof of the Twinkie, you thought to yourself that this couldn’t go on forever. JJ couldn’t keep messing with your heart and your head, and realistically, you knew that if you wanted something of a life and normal experiences, you might have to distance yourself from your friends entirely. You couldn’t even talk to a boy with JJ around, let alone form healthy attachments that didn’t involve your own brother.

It's like he was keeping you in his back pocket, and you didn’t like it.

You were drifting in and out of sleep when you heard the van door open, and you weren’t concerned by your lack of alarm. You surmised it was one of the gang, but somehow you hadn’t anticipated that it’d be JJ. When his voice reached your ears, you were suddenly much more awake, and you leaned back on your elbows with a frown, watching him climb in and close the door behind him.

“No,” you snapped, fully sitting up, now. “This is my spot, and I don’t know what excuse you gave everyone else, but it was a waste because I don’t want you here.”

He ran his hand through his hair, fixing you with an even look that made you roll your eyes.

“I’m not here for that…”

“Sure,” you mumbled, pushing your back against the wall and crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not,” he firmly repeated. “Look, you’re mad at me and… I don’t like going to bed with us pissed at each other.”

“…and yet you do everything in your power to make that happen.”

“Y/N.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you finally hissed at him, tears kissing your eyes. “I can’t say shit when you’re off fucking God knows who, but if I so much as blink at another guy, here you come.”

JJ at least had the sense to look ashamed, his gaze lowering.

“You don’t want me, but you don’t want anyone else-.”

“I do want you,” he harshly whispered. “You have to know that by now, but I…”

You watched him take a deep breath, eyes troubled, and you pulled your knees to your chest. You didn’t move when the blond reached for you, the tips of his fingers grazing your leg, and you hated the way it made your heart race. When his gaze met yours again, you swallowed, finding it difficult. He ran those blue eyes over you, and the look in them was wholly familiar.

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he whispered in the small space. “When our parents got married, I thought ‘hey’. I have a sister now, and I need to look out for her and protect her from assholes who’ll try to get in her pants.”

JJ sighed, and it sounded frustrated.

“…and now I’m one of those assholes.”

You glanced away, frowning.

“…but I want this just as much as you, so who cares?”

“…and little kids want candy all day every day.”

“You do not know better than me, JJ Maybank! God, you would swear that you’re soo much older than me by how you talk down to me sometimes, but we’re one year apart, you ass!”

He had moved closer, now, a deep frown on his own face.

“We can’t be anything.”

It looked like it took him a lot to say that, and you looked between his eyes, chest aching at his words. They were true, but that didn’t mean they hurt or stung any less. With a deep breath, you blinked, jaw clenching.

“Fine,” you whispered. “Then stop kissing me.”

You watched his face fall at that, and you raised a brow at him.

“Stop touching me, stop sneaking around with me and crawling into my bed almost every night, JJ. Stop…stopping me from living a life I can actually experience in public.”

He didn’t like the sound of that, and when he turned away, you bitterly nodded.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

You got close to him, tone haughty.

“You keep yourself from fucking me out of some sense of morality and integrity or whatever, but not only is the damage practically already done, you’re making it worse by doing the very thing you won’t let me do,” you choked out. “When you want me, you can find some girl to distract yourself with, but all I have is you.”

You moved away, grabbing your blanket and preparing to lie back down.

“How is that fair?” you muttered.

He didn’t respond, and you turned your back to him, staring at the inside of the van and just wanting him to leave. He laid down with you instead, and beyond annoyed and saddened by the conversation, you didn’t have the energy to tell him to get out.

You forced yourself to find sleep with your back to him.

You could taste blood on your tongue, but despite this, you couldn’t allow yourself to release your lip from the pressure of your teeth. JJ’s lips were pressed to your throat, leaving open mouthed kisses, his breathing heavy and uneven. Your own chest was heaving, and your hand was wrapped around his wrist. You liked the feel of it moving in your grip every time he thrust his fingers into you.

Your thighs were spread wide, JJ standing between them, and you could faintly hear the splashes of your friends goofing around in the water. You tried to be mindful of that, knowing that any moment now your prolonged absences would be noticed and investigated. You almost wanted to curse JJ for following you down here, but with his fingers curling inside of you, it was hard to remember why this predicament was bad.

Turning his head, he captured your lips in a kiss, and you were hungry in kissing him back. He tasted the inside of your mouth as his fingers stretched you out, wrist snapping between your thighs and making your toes curl. You knew that you’d have to jump in the water the very second you went back above deck, afraid to see what kind of mess you were making—the mess JJ was currently contributing to.

You hadn’t even realized he’d followed you until you’d turned to go back after grabbing your snorkeling mask. You personally hadn’t thought anything of John B.’s comment on your bathing suit, not unfamiliar with the casual flirtation from both him and Pope. It meant nothing, both of them remaining consistent in that behavior with Kie as well—something even JJ was guilty of.

So, you didn’t know why it’d set him off today of all days.

Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he hadn’t touched you in weeks. Between locking your door at night and skipping out on outings and just all-around distancing yourself more, JJ hadn’t even had any opportunities to get you alone. He talked a big game about wanting to do right by you, but at the end of the day, you knew that it’d be up to you to really put in some effort to ending this.

…and it was a good effort, but JJ was just more daring than you’d anticipated.

Cornering you and fingering you below deck of the boat with all of your friends just outside was something that you would’ve put even past him. It was too risky and stupid and had potential for drama you didn’t even want to think about. However, it was clear that his desire for you outweighed all of that.

When you gasped into his mouth, the blond cursed.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Quiet…”

You wanted to tell him that you wouldn’t need to be quiet if he hadn’t basically attacked you, but you couldn’t find the words. His thumb was circling your clit, and three of his fingers were creating a delicious burn that had your lips parting against his mouth. Your free arm was haphazardly thrown over his shoulder, hips bucking against his hand. His free hand was digging into your thigh.

You hissed, struggling to speak.

“JJ,” you quietly whined. “I think… I think I’m about to…”

You couldn’t get the words out, but he understood them.

Pulling away from you, he dropped to his knees, fingers still pushing into your dripping cunt. He didn’t hesitate to lean in, burying his face between your thighs with his lips covering your folds, tongue swiping back and forth. The sensations had your eyes rolling, and when he sucked on the hood of your clit, your reached up to cover your mouth.

Your other hand twisted into his hair.

He didn’t stop thrusting his fingers into you even as you came, mouth still attached as well. You couldn’t stop the movement of your hips, feeling possessed as you lifted them in time with his wrists, fucking yourself onto his fingers and grinding against his face. He hummed, and the vibrations caused a shudder to crawl down your spine.

You felt like you were coming forever, dropping your hand and hissing when he lazily massaged your walls with the pads of his fingers. When he pulled them out, he dragged his tongue up your core one last time before sliding his fingers into his mouth. You were still catching your breath when he handed you your snorkeling mask, and you hated the sight of that small smirk dancing along his lips.

Pulling your bathing suit bottoms back into place, you hurried past him, uncaring if you bumped into him or not.

That was how it always went.

Outside of that first kiss, things were always on JJ’s terms, and sometimes you wondered if that first kiss was even an exception. After all, it had been years of flirtatious looks and teasing touches leading up to that moment. That kiss was something JJ clearly wanted—evident in the way he’d kissed you back—and you sometimes wondered if you would’ve even entertained such thoughts if it hadn’t been for him.

You hated how little control you seemed to have in this ordeal. You’d gone out of your way to do what JJ always claimed he needed to do, and what happened? The very thing you both knew you needed to put a stop to. Despite what JJ liked to preach, it seemed he was never going to let you go, and the unfairness of it all was really getting to you.

“Do you think he remembers that he already slept with her? Or are we witnessing a rare event, right now?”

Pope’s words created a heaviness in your chest, and you couldn’t stop yourself from looking at what they were looking at. JJ was indeed talking to a girl you’d seen him disappear with before, and the sight caused a burning sensation behind your eyes. You didn’t understand how JJ just didn’t care how shitty this was for you, and while they were distracted, you slipped away.

You were at a house party on Figure 8, a rare occurrence, and you had Kie to thank. The host wasn’t the average classist jerk, but he’d made it clear Pogues were only allowed if they were invited by a Kook, and Kie’s one foot in one foot out life came in handy. While your friends were distracted by the prospect of JJ sleeping with the same girl twice, you found yourself getting a drink in the kitchen.

When you felt someone brush against your arm, you thought nothing of it.

“I know you,” a voice said after some time.

Glancing up, you were greeted by a very familiar face.

“You’re JJ’s sister.”

Rafe seemed proud of himself for recognizing you, index finger pointed straight at you as he nodded. Unsure of what to say, you merely sent him a tight smile as you raised your brows as if to say ‘in the flesh’. You turned back to finish dipping your drink when he moved, and when you looked at him, he was leaning back against the counter, gaze curious.

“Don’t you usually have a bodyguard or two with you?” he hummed, a glint in his eye that promised nothing good.

You found that you liked it.

“They’re a little distracted at the moment,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

The dirty blond hummed to himself, and you didn’t miss the secretive smile on his lips.

“They’re slacking on their job,” he said, suddenly excitedly exhaling as he grabbed a drink of his own. “Which makes mine a whole lot easier…”

You gave the rich kid a look, and he rolled his eyes towards the ceiling.

“I’m heading upstairs. It’s a little crowded down here…and you’re welcome to join me…”

His blue eyes gave you a quick onceover before he brushed by you, and you tapped your finger against your drink, contemplating his words. Rafe was a rich asshole that was probably the closest thing any of you had to a mortal enemy—the guys especially. He was a classist dick who’d gotten into quite a few fights with your brother and your friends…but he would also fuck just about anyone.

You knew that Rafe was mainly motivated by your relation—blood or not—to JJ, and the effect it’d have on him if he knew Rafe had hooked up with you in any capacity. You also suspected that he probably had a hard on for slumming it with Pogues—some type of power imbalance kink going on there—but you didn’t care.

All you cared about was the fact that JJ kept pushing and pulling you without a care as to how it made you feel. He claimed he didn’t want to cross a certain line with you out of fear of becoming the very thing he’d sworn to protect you from, but you felt that line was crossed the first time his face had found refuge between your thighs.

Both JJ and Rafe were assholes…but not only was Rafe the kind of asshole to give you what you wanted, he’d also never pretend to be so righteous.

Rafe didn’t give a fuck about being righteous.

…and that was how you found yourself following after him, looking behind you to make sure you weren’t being watched by anyone who mattered. Rafe was just inside the hallway when you reached the top of the stairs, almost as if he knew you’d follow him. Was there an air of desperation that surrounded you or was he just that confident?

You grabbed onto his arm as he led you into a bedroom.

“JJ’s not looking for you, is he?”

His voice came from behind you as you glanced about the room.

“Do you care?” you wondered, looking over his shoulder to watch him dump a few pills onto the desk.

He chuckled to himself, perfect teeth winking at you.

“Of course not,” he quietly said. “He’s just always one step behind you, hovering over your shoulder.”

His tone made you tense, but his next words made your heart drop.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that brother of yours wanted you for himself.”

You looked away, clearing your throat.

“…and I think you watch too much porn.”

When you looked at him, he was approaching you, now, softly laughing to himself. He pressed the tip of his tongue to the roof of his mouth as he studied you, that same glint in his eye that both scared and excited you.

“Maybe…”

You watched him place a pill on his tongue, and when he leaned in, you nervously let him kiss you, swallowing that same pill. Kissing Rafe wasn’t like kissing JJ. Never mind the fact that you didn’t feel any guilt or feel like this was wrong, but Rafe kissed you like he was trying to get you to have sex with him. It made your eyes roll, and when his hand landed on your throat, you reached up to touch it. He forced you to step back, and when the back of your legs hit the bed, you shakily sat down, his lips still on yours.

You knew that this was reckless—dangerous even—because Rafe didn’t seem the type to stop if you asked him to stop. It was a good thing you were angry and hurting and feeling petty because otherwise you didn’t think you’d be so sure of your actions, right now. You didn’t care about Rafe, and so you didn’t have any stakes in this—no concerns about your heart and your feelings and what tomorrow would be like.

Every time you kissed JJ, you felt like your chest was going to explode. You felt something for him, evident in the way it felt like getting stabbed every time you saw him kiss another girl. It was why you always gave in, not strong enough to seriously resist him every time he got his hands on you. Sometimes you protested as of late, sure, but they were shallow, only said out of obligation and always abandoned for what your heart actually wanted.

…and JJ knew this.

Maybe that was what made it hurt more, the fact that JJ knew what he meant to you and still kept you in this unfair corner. He had too much so-called integrity to go all in with you while simultaneously using other girls, but he was also too selfish to just let you go and live an openly romantic life. It was a constant push and pull that fucked you up…and also drove you to place your hand on the back of Rafe’s neck.

You were lying down now, the rich blond on top of you, and you’d long forgotten about JJ and your friends downstairs. It felt good to kiss someone who wasn’t your brother, and when Rafe’s hand found its way between your legs, you decided that felt good too. You gasped into his mouth, and you felt him smile into the kiss, fingers sinking into you.

“Shit,” he quietly hissed, dragging the word out as he kissed down your jaw.

You lifted your hips up against his hand, holding him closer the wetter you became. You were panting beneath him, hands running over him, and there was a bout of disbelief in the back of your mind—disbelief that you were about to lose your virginity to Rafe Cameron in some stranger’s bedroom at a party.

There were a few moments in your life where you’d swear that if you and JJ didn’t become siblings after you were already born, you’d think you were actually related with how telepathically linked you seemed to be. This seemed to be one of those moments, because it was as if he’d read your mind and knew exactly what you were up to.

When the door swung open, you were only startled.

It never occurred to you that JJ would be on the other side should someone come knocking.

It didn’t until you looked over, a protest already on Rafe’s lips when your gaze met a familiar blue one. Rafe’s words died in the air as he registered just who had interrupted you, and for a split second you took satisfaction in the way JJ’s eyes widened at the sight before him. He looked shocked and disgusted all rolled into one, something else glinting in his gaze you just couldn’t name.

Your satisfaction, however, disappeared as quickly as it came.

Any and every emotion in JJ’s gaze was quickly replaced by fury.

So much happened so quick, and before Rafe even had time to get off of you—an arrogant comment on his lips no doubt—JJ had grabbed the other blond and was already punching him. Your surprised shriek drew the attention of your friends who were apparently upstairs too…looking for you. You’d pushed yourself back further up the bed just as the room became more crowded.

Kie was the first to reach you, John B. and Pope hurrying to get JJ off of the older blond.

The other girl was saying something to you, and as you looked at her, you realized that this was the moment the Ecstasy chose to kick in. You were trying to focus on her words, but everything felt distractingly different, and you could only blink when she grabbed your lids, staring into your eyes.

She cursed.

“JJ, JJ!” she struggled to get his attention. “She’s high, we need to go.”

Those words seemed to whip him into shape better than any efforts from John B. or Pope, the blond immediately abandoning Rafe and making his way to you. When he touched your face, you could only smile at the feeling before remembering that you didn’t like him at the moment. When you jerked away from his hands, your brother heaved an irritated sigh.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he muttered, grabbing you despite your protests.

Kie helped him, and you didn’t even care to look back to see if Rafe was okay. You only wanted JJ off of you, but considering your vulnerable state, you knew that wasn’t happening anytime soon. You were thankful the music was loud, no one privy to what exactly went on upstairs, worried the host might decide none of you were welcome back. Pope and John B. were close behind you three as you were practically walked to the van like a child.

Seated just inside the van, you looked away from JJ when John B. said he was going to start the vehicle. The blond didn’t like that, grabbing your face and making you look at him. His actions were met with a loud and painful slap, and the sting in your hand didn’t even bother you. Kie and Pope looked out of place as they glanced between you, wondering what they should do.

The silence was loud.

“Just get in the van, guys,” he slowly said. “We’re fine.”

Neither one of them looked sure of that, but accepting that this was something between siblings, they reluctantly did with Pope moving to the front. You could hear both of them talking to John B. just as JJ took your face into his hand again, fingers pressing into your chin and jaw. You didn’t miss the way his own jaw ticked as he looked at you, and you wondered what he was thinking about.

“Not here,” he quietly bit out, tongue pressing to the inside of his cheek. “Alright…?”

You felt your lips tremble, and you couldn’t stop a few tears from escaping, JJ’s face falling at the sight.

“You treat me like shit,” you whispered just loud enough for his ears only, leaning in closer. “I wish that I’d fucked him.”

JJ’s entire visage changed at that, a stricken look on his face as he seemed to realize Rafe hadn’t manipulated you or forced you into anything. His blue eyes were wide as he looked at you, something passing through them that you couldn’t place, and you didn’t care to figure it out. You only moved away from him, scooting back further into the van and lying down. When Kie offered you some water, you took it.

She patted your head as you lied back down, turning to answer some question from Pope just as John B. started the vehicle. As it purred to life, your gaze traveled to JJ who was sitting opposite you, his blue eyes never leaving you. He didn’t look happy at all, and even through your ecstatic haze, you found yourself wishing you had fucked Rafe just to make whatever was to come worth it.

JJ’s hand was tight around your wrist as he pinned it beside your head. The only sound in John B.’s bedroom was that of your harsh breathing and the rustling of sheets. That dull aching pain was still present from when JJ had first slid his cock into you, but it was overshadowed by the full sensation his fingers had never been able to give you. Your free hand pressed into the small of his back, and his teeth in your shoulder reminded you of how angry the blond was.

John B., Pope, and Kie had only stayed for a few minutes before leaving again, using the excuse of going by the store to get you things you’d need while you came down. You suspected they wanted to give you and JJ some privacy, hoping you’d argue whatever it was they thought you needed to argue out of your system. The brunette had told JJ that it was fine to put you in his room.

You should’ve known that things weren’t going to be that simple.

“Rafe?” he’d screamed at you, and the drugs in your system made his voice seem louder which in turn made your anger feel stronger.

“If you want me to say sorry, I’m not,” you’d tearfully whispered. “We aren’t together…and I can fuck whoever I want just like you do.”

Your words had given him pause, and you could see that JJ at least felt bad. You were sure he always felt bad, but it had never stopped him. Whatever moral high ground he’d been trying to stand on was backfiring, and in his attempts to not be the bad guy, he’d become the worst guy.

“How do you think that makes me feel?” you’d spat, although it didn’t come out as angry as you wanted. “You tell me that we can’t be together. That we can’t do this, and we can’t be anything…but then you kiss me and rob me of just about every first I have left and then you push me away. Over and over and over again.”

You hated the way your voice cracked, unable to get a handle on your emotions.

“That’s mean, JJ. Do you get that?” you angrily looked between his eyes. “You are so mean to me…”

Your voice shook, and JJ knelt before you, reaching for you, but you snatched your hands away. He settled for resting them on your thighs instead, seemingly at war with himself as he sighed.

“I’m not trying to be,” he slowly said.

“Well, try harder!”

Your outburst made his expression harden, and you hated the way he glared at you, now.

“Like you? Hmm?” he wondered, and you looked away. “You’re…you’re going to pretend like you weren’t trying to get back at me by going upstairs with Rafe?”

You rolled your eyes, lips parting as you pressed your tongue to your teeth.

“In a way…yeah…” you rolled your neck to face him again with a shrug. “…but I didn’t think you’d find out.”

JJ froze at that, looking stumped for the second time tonight.

“I thought you’d gone off with that girl!” you screamed, throwing your hand out. “You weren’t supposed to…”

You trailed off, avoiding his gaze once you registered the realization in his eyes. The room was deathly silent, and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You were struggling to hold back tears, throat feeling incredibly thick, and the more JJ just stared at you in silence, the more uncomfortable you felt. When he finally did speak, you almost didn’t hear him.

“You were going to have sex with him?”

You didn’t respond, feeling that your silence was answer enough.

“You were actually going to–look at me,” he sneered, taking your chin into his hand again. “You didn’t intend for me to find out? You were actually going to fuck Rafe Cameron.”

JJ’s blond hair was going every which way, courtesy of his hands running through it the entire ride home. You didn’t have a response he’d like, and he seemed to know that, just staring at you with wide eyes. Jerking your face out of his hold, you angrily wiped your cheeks.

“You treat me like something you keep in your back pocket, and you’re shocked I went upstairs with a guy I knew would make me feel wanted?” you murmured. “…and of course, it doesn’t hurt that you two hate each other.”

You watched JJ look away, swiping his tongue between his lips.

“You make me feel like there’s something wrong with me, JJ.”

He looked shocked at that admission, and you shrugged.

“I’m good enough to fool around with a little, but not good enough for there to actually be something between us…” you continued when he started to open his mouth. “…and you say its because you don’t want to be that guy you’d vowed to protect me from, but you’re already that guy.”

You shook your head at him.

“You know how I feel about you, and you tell me that we can’t be anything then okay, fine, I could accept that…but then you keep coming back to me! You ignore any kind of boundary I try to have to make things go back to how they were. You just,” you scoffed. “You do what you want, and I can’t do anything.”

“…because none of the guys on this island are good enough for you!”

His hands were on your shoulders, and his fingers kneaded into your skin.

“Including me,” he quietly added. “…I’m not good enough for you.”

He shakily exhaled, running his eyes over your face.

“…but the thought of you with anybody but me makes me want to be sick,” he slowly confessed. “No, its not right, and its not fair, and I’m sorry.”

You watched him stand again, running his hand down his face.

“…but that doesn’t make it okay for you to go upstairs with Rafe,” he told you, sounding angry all over again. “He is way worse than I could ever be.”

“Well, he’s not scared of you, so at least I know he’ll fuck me.”

JJ stared you down at that, and you stared back, entirely serious.

“When you’re trying to get over me, you get under someone else,” you reminded him. “I don’t see why I can’t do the same.”

JJ’s entire face clouded over, and you could see then that he could see the determination in your eyes. Whether it be tomorrow or next week, you were going to sleep with Rafe. You were tired of being hung up on someone you couldn’t have—someone who wouldn’t let you have him—and you didn’t understand why you had to endure lonely nights just because JJ said so. He wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t your anything, and as he stared at you, you could see the realization on his features.

If he didn’t want you sleeping with anyone else, then he’d better come up with a damn good reason.

“Fine,” he relented, nodding to himself. “Fine.”

He approached you, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours. While you enjoyed the kiss, you felt that JJ was getting what he actually wanted too easily, and you turned your face away while pressing a hand to his chest.

“No,” you mockingly spat. “I didn’t have to practically beg Rafe-.”

Your words were cut off by JJ’s tight grip on your arm, and you nervously looked at him, swallowing.

“Do not say his name,” the blond forced out. “Do not bring up Rafe to me, right now.”

His grip made you wince, and you thought to yourself how far he would’ve gone with Rafe if Kie hadn’t stopped him. JJ was still pissed about the ordeal, no doubt recalling what he’d walked in on, but at the moment he was more focused on finally giving in to what he’d denied himself for years. Kissing you again, he forced you to swallow any more mentions of the Kook.

He was desperate to get you naked—and you felt the same—and he couldn’t stop kissing you the entire time. His skin felt so warm against your own, chest pressed against yours and hands following a familiar path. His fingers had only prepared you so much, and that was how you found yourself pressing your nails into his skin as he stretched you out.

Somewhere along the way, you remembered that this wasn’t your bedroom nor your house and that you two wouldn’t be alone all night. You lifted your hips to meet JJ’s thrusts, moaning into his mouth and pushing against his hand that had yours pinned. He pulled his lips away to kiss along your chest, curving his hips against yours and thrusting into you with a slow and steady pace.

With the X in your system, it felt like an out of body experience.

You threw your head back, chest arching up against his, shuddering at the feel of your skin grazing his own. When he let your hand go, he slid both of them underneath you, palms resting on your ass as he lifted you onto his cock with every thrust of his hips. You reached down to rest your hands on his wrists, toes curling. His face was pressed into the crook of your neck, now, and you loved the feeling of his tongue on your skin.

“It’s just you,” he murmured into your shoulder. “From now on, it’s just you.”

Reaching up, you twisted your fingers into his strands of hair, gripping them and playing with them. You felt like you were floating, your entire body buzzing and warm, and you could only dazedly nod at his words. When he lifted his head to look down at you, there was a peculiar look on his face, and then he chuckled.

“I forgot,” he breathed, pressing his lips to yours and talking into the kiss. “I know this feels fucking amazing for you.”

Hooking your arms under his shoulder, you held onto him as he plunged his cock into you. You couldn’t swallow anything down, gasping and mewling beneath him, begging him for things you couldn’t even comprehend. His hair touched your forehead when he pressed his own to yours, nose brushing yours as he stared into your eyes.

The bed shook beneath you, and deep within your mind, something in you felt bad that this wasn’t your bed. That thought reminded you that your solitude wasn’t permanent, and you heard yourself let out a small whine.

“They’re…they’re probably on the way…”

Your words died in the air, lashes fluttering and eyes rolling when JJ snapped his hips against yours. JJ shushed you, promising to make you come before they returned. Moments later, he kept that promise, and you held him to you as you trembled beneath him, clenching around his cock and milking him as he came moments after you did.

Everywhere he touched, heat bloomed, and you didn’t want him to let go.

“Sleep with me,” you murmured, frowning when he pulled out of you.

You could make out him looking for your shirt, quickly putting it on you, and JJ kissed your cheek once you were covered, lips lingering.

“I will when they’re asleep,” he told you.

As if he’d conjured them up, you heard the unmistakable sound of the Twinkie pulling into the yard.

“I’ll stay the night like I always do,” he promised you, moving to get dressed.

When he was decent, he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you into his arms. Your head rested against his stomach, the walls pulsating and the floor moving a tad. JJ was saying something to you, but you couldn’t quite comprehend it, your mind already focused on something else.

“I won’t sleep with Rafe, JJ,” you heard yourself murmur, and he was silent, but you did feel his hand resting on the side of your neck, fingers grazing your jaw.

There was conviction in his tone as he brushed his thumb over your lips.

“You weren’t doing that, anyway.”

[rowaelinpls]

the angst i’m writing rn is making me cry so i’m either a little bitch or this is going to pull at your heartstrings

[rowaelinpls]

Trouble - 3

Summary: Read part one here and part two here

Word Count: 3,049

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, swearing, a little tiny bit of domestic Jurdan idk where that came from but its in there lol, a touch a sprinkle an itty bitty amount of dom!Jude and sub!Cardan pleeasee tell me how I did with that I tried so hard, this piece is a little more to the point than all my other stuff and I really dig it

Tags: @mintyvina​ @natskys-w​ @stardustsroses​ @lazyperfectionistteen​ @ijustwannabecanadian​ @adgedarling​ @girlreadingaboveherlevel​ @-justsayin- @breezyfreezey @daddycardan​ @greedy-little-thing​ @darklesmylove​ @myqueenjudeduarte​ @hizqueen4life​ amylindle @moonsstarr @wickedqueenoffantasy @clockworkgraystairs​ @in-slytherin-we-trust​ @storysaremyreality

Note: Man, y’all have been brutal in requesting this so here you go. I hope you enjoy it! This is the final installment of the Trouble series so don’t even TRY to ask me for a part four lol. I will also say that this is probably my favorite piece of work I’ve ever done which is !!!!! exciting !!!!!

Evading Locke as she left with Cardan was far easier than Jude had dared hope. Most of the guests at this point were either asleep, passed out, or too inebriated in some way or another to truly take notice of Cardan and Jude slipping away. Cardan did not have any particular reason to want to stay out of Locke’s sight but Jude did, and she pulled him away every time she thought she heard Locke’s voice. A small part of her felt bad that she was leaving her host like this. She had, after all, been his guest at his party. But the larger, more sensible side of Jude didn’t care at all. Locke would have no trouble finding another faerie to take home. 

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my playlist on shuffle

Forever Love - Aaradhna 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1Ot8se5RnFZJWpB4WLIzr8?si=wJDrsa7GQKq0eSldSm8EDA

Foolish Love - The Green 

https://open.spotify.com/track/73OGfkL99i7q4rXldpnpgU?si=CpLS-mtfSfmmugpOiWWGNg

Show Me Love - Alicia Keys, Miguel

https://open.spotify.com/track/0XPlSuCVQ1nOhzTpFgnDSz?si=1NH6jjJFRv2AWzrt3eMUjQ

July - Noah Cyrus

https://open.spotify.com/track/5a6pdCHlWS2ekOOQ70QnAr

Malibu - Miley Cyrus 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1UZOjK1BwmwWU14Erba9CZ

Someone To Drink With - Russ

https://open.spotify.com/track/0fyHfv7X0MRv6B2EfwmW5G?si=8qAqe8rzTUGOetOggpiOrg

Beautiful Goodbye - Maroon 5 

https://open.spotify.com/track/62FOsBpnZXEoPc1Qo9hcap?si=zGIs_bVyThSDkn14mYa7yQ

Always Vibin - Kash’d Out 

https://open.spotify.com/track/58zMzG8anMyslGAM8DbBay?si=wGEq1ElHQTWXQxncgfHRqg

All I Want - Kodaline 

https://open.spotify.com/track/2PwXOevGUSkU8qaYZjgLq2

Waiting In Vain - Bob Marley & The Wailers

https://open.spotify.com/track/2jvoqPDIsm5rHRLgxstX15

Straightjacket - Quinn XCII 

https://open.spotify.com/track/51LIqkda3pTeECZUhMnool?si=NuAevL1XR72EeRuAeiyqoA

Wouldn’t Mean A Thing - Bruno Major

https://open.spotify.com/track/6yWSRaWNS7EbjHaEouMdta

Nothing Can Change This Love - Sam Cooke

https://open.spotify.com/track/6e6Kxot9nHyZ4I8GgmGKII?si=NLkN-ZzvR3G1WRudw1JgDg

Still Into You - Paramore

https://open.spotify.com/track/1yjY7rpaAQvKwpdUliHx0d?si=9yxmAdQtTKuE-Z9RUdHc9Q

Charlene - Anthony Hamilton 

https://open.spotify.com/track/0xiuSFBOEHWaJ6rSuUbJWc?si=82LTT0lIQuGWizBwAuRWZg

Follow Me - Uncle Kracker

https://open.spotify.com/track/4KoecuyOpZaNFZ0UqVsllc?si=Xy1vmGsWSYiQgMs-7n36_w

Southside - Lloyd, Ashanti 

https://open.spotify.com/track/7lurcq2Yw96B1K0KOJAHxg?si=qapydI8tRjmFLTH7E0xfnQ

September 16 - Russ

https://open.spotify.com/track/7a5RvlW5tMU0AZ4tvbGLhn?si=kYxedrH1T8atPy1v_qRK1A

Woman I Love You - Tribal Theory 

https://open.spotify.com/track/7tF103RaDxbzDRQYGS2btN

She’s Always A Woman - Billy Joel

https://open.spotify.com/track/5RgFlk1fcClZd0Y4SGYhqH?si=E_iVDtoXQCSqNYL5JH47Bg

XO - Beyonce 

https://open.spotify.com/track/40xhyfAPDoMtv494MfPevP?si=F85zspfPS1mKCh4XMjs_RA

Helplessly - Tatiana Manaois 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1pvGWSvIXr8PTk8nC4SnXK?si=zE72cenBRVa7PEB6J7g6OQ

Tricky Nicky - Mike Pinto 

(the live version is the best!)

https://open.spotify.com/track/0l9OAZg5f98Of2syIS1ukV?si=3N5iqJ3KR0KF4QxexZyndQ

Love Yourz - J. Cole 

https://open.spotify.com/track/4gkl7QbQvBd3TM9PhlWFkI?si=bt4sD3hoS6G9veQPw_3XmA

Cough Syrup - Young The Giant 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1UqhkbzB1kuFwt2iy4h29Q?si=8ePBL_oOSYSLMun3Cy8LeA

A Little Too Much - Shawn Mendes 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1T7AiFL9ruKKwlONN35Vh0?si=W3XrqkEcSsSSkE00KO3RFQ

That Girl - Justin Timberlake 

https://open.spotify.com/track/4CfYxSs4Dr8KWORCmN3hom?si=GWZ1RdHuRNSBHIzz6EQSdA

Daydreamer - Adele

https://open.spotify.com/track/4exfI4lpJYg1qAqZL8w62q?si=5ZBDgqHjRE-kXd12LODQ8A

One Last Dance - R5

https://open.spotify.com/track/4ne4QjdU7giHi2gOUUnuJP?si=xKgYbjFzSuCjtMShJuQ7mw

Funeral - Lukas graham 

https://open.spotify.com/track/630aEV7ZOzv5BcWxzXFokR?si=CwmXBUd7TICtEAMLNyI37A

Sunflower - Post Malone 

https://open.spotify.com/track/3KkXRkHbMCARz0aVfEt68P?si=NBd3-h4_TWarEB_e1dwkDw

Molly - Lil Dicky, Brendon Urie 

https://open.spotify.com/track/0NBiC3zLXoBQXBjsbnbwJq?si=0WrBi8SgSt6EU-ZoRR7YLQ

You And Me - Lifehouse 

https://open.spotify.com/track/0815caqt2Lytro5EIzMufT?si=31MDgifdTqGBELUXIzacyA

All The Pretty Girls - KALEO

https://open.spotify.com/track/0QQIhT6PtJ5glyn4HKNKQ6?si=D_DQb-ZVQu-PvsxC1DudSQ

Kevin’s Heart - J. Cole

https://open.spotify.com/track/6tZ3b7ik1QDXFAZlXib0YZ?si=EaBvOy3nQcut0kOgT4Sw0Q

Girl Crush - Little Big Town 

https://open.spotify.com/track/11qh54D0PKkBwelpDxxiEU?si=pAH9_5DsTC6YnYpguxi9BA

Bright - Kehlani 

https://open.spotify.com/track/0oz4ZqHuUaz3uEkP2vD0u8?si=ZizwxraSTCi0PW3743fn2A

The Letter - Kehlani 

https://open.spotify.com/track/3rGew9pmFEmGD9nZ12F1tN?si=q2h4LYU-R92CjBfOG016hw

Butterflies - Kolohe Kai

https://open.spotify.com/track/4W5H0sK8jh0uLbEBAmW4fY?si=GN4mPds4SNeDiZ3r4dGrzg

Pass Me By - R5

https://open.spotify.com/track/695iHg9s9rzNh1yk0YKk0V?si=P5Ck3FhNT4GGmCHxYB9GYA

BRB - Luh Kel

https://open.spotify.com/track/6XzfYkDC92LEazCUO63Znh

Magic In The Hamptons - Social House, Lil Yachty

https://open.spotify.com/track/2Yer0p7uB2lVBUAtANuuQp?si=qsQJgQyfTbGC5ZFz6KLrWQ

Don’t You Remember - Adele 

https://open.spotify.com/track/24cKN8P2uGWypxTw5WaNlq?si=KbQhCN9MSFuuOLHeheeKZA

If You Knew My Story - Carmen Cusack, Bright Star Original Broadway Company

https://open.spotify.com/track/52hOAFNWwn3xm2dixPpjNSsi=EehBcKEpQeWILrqZvPwvTw

Middle Child - J. Cole 

https://open.spotify.com/track/2JvzF1RMd7lE3KmFlsyZD8?si=0WKRGBBzT1yDMUKUvtXgog

Tattooed Heart - Ariana Grande 

https://open.spotify.com/track/5yxghrFKJbU7pcaUFEv1Sg?si=AILbXny0R2-whJ39DN40dg

Fine Line - Harry Styles 

https://open.spotify.com/track/6VzcQuzTNTMFnJ6rBSaLH9?si=0r0K29ogToepciR6fB8Cdg

Falling - Harry Styles 

https://open.spotify.com/track/1ZMiCix7XSAbfAJlEZWMCp?si=lIaRjAS-Rjagufoo1mBB6w

Daddy Lessons - Beyonce

https://open.spotify.com/track/71OvX5NNLrmz7rpq1ANTQn?si=YbOFzfCbTaq5RvPbVNO5gQ

Until The End Of Time - Justin Timberlake, The BEnjamin Wright Orchestra

https://open.spotify.com/track/7H26V1eqId2OhZbLdFtqlP

Turn Your Lights Down Low - Bob Marley & The Wailers, Ms. Lauryn Hill

https://open.spotify.com/track/7I1fHMDNlHobS8SBUJAUDt

All Your Love - K-La

https://open.spotify.com/track/4r3OqdjFqHSX70FyXdXSyE

i have a big ass playlist but i’m tired now, gn. 

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Throne of Glass one-shot

Hiya! Just a very angsty, very sad one-shot based off a post I saw, I wrote this a while ago and decided to post!

TW: character death Aelin was forging the lock, Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius could do nothing but watch. Her power was slowly being ripped away from her, her very soul being sucked into the gateway between worlds. 

Rowan was kneeling in front of her standing body, frozen, her face vacant, eyes staring at nothing. The blood oath had been ripped apart, the carranam bond holding on by a fraying thread. The mating bond was holding strong, and he gripped it with all his might. 

Fenrys and Lorcan were on the ground, panting as they recovered from the loss of the blood oath. Dorian and Chaol were in a tight embrace, readying for the last breaths of the female who was, first and foremost, their friend. 

The Lock was draining Aelin’s power, and he could tell she was on the last dregs of the wildfire that flickered in her soul. The fire was diminishing, but he could not, would not, let that light go out. She was the spark that would light the fire to burn darkness from their world. And Rowan would not let her yield. 

Rowan felt a presence along the mating bond, an awful, godly presence, travelling swiftly towards him. 

“Would you yield, Prince?” it whispered into his mind, “will you finally yield, for her?” it was an ancient, hollow voice, that sent chills up his spine, but he knew his answer long before he replied,

“To whatever end.”

A glance around him showed that no one had noticed the exchange, and he felt the presence receding, satisfied. 

Aelin’s unholy power was not enough. It wasn’t enough that she’d suffered Endovier, Adarlan, Maeve, Cairn. She’d given so much, and it still wasn’t enough. He would gladly give in her place, would give anything if she could live, finally, not survive, live.

So he gave.

His power flowed along the mating bond, flowing through Aelin, her bloodline the conduit between worlds. And he didn’t fight when he felt himself fading. It had been his vow to Aelin this whole time, his Fireheart, his mate, wife, queen, and friend, To Whatever End. 

-x-

Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was alive. She didn’t know how, or why, but she was. She could have a life, with her mate, her cousin, her friends, in her kingdom, in the birthright she was finally ready to claim. 

She’d been on the verge of death, when a glorious, familiar melody of power had flooded through her, and pulled her back from the edge, it had given itself to the lock, using her body as a conduit.

She gasped, her knees hit the floor and her eyes flew open. 

The first thing she noticed was the sheer amount of terror in her, for what she didn’t know.

The next thing she noticed was the horrifying, hollow emptiness in the chest. 

It was where… where the mating bond should have been. 

Then she noticed Rowan’s body, sprawled on the floor, in front of her, everybody standing around in varying states of shock.

She crawled over to him, cupped his cheeks, kissed his mouth softly. He’d- he must have passed out, maybe he- he’d just passed out from the mating bond fraying. He would wake up, he- he needed to wake up. He would say her name and kiss her and fight with her and love her for a thousand years. He- he wasn’t breathing. He wasn’t breathing. Rowan was not breathing. Then it hit her. What he’d done. 

A whisper escaped her, his name. His name was a prayer, a plea on her lips. She said it again, and again, and again. Until she was screaming it, her head against his chest, where the mighty heart should have been beating. 

She was never again to feel him stroking her hair after a nightmare, never to feel his amusement when she ate too many chocolates, never would feel his lips on hers, never again spar with her husband, her equal, her soulmate.

Her instincts were on overdrive, the Fae side of her roaring to protect her mate, even when there was nothing to protect. Destroy, protect, save, die. She wanted to curl up beside her mate and stay there forever, in his arms. They were supposed to go together, to have a thousand years and children and a life before fading into the afterworld together. 

Rowan, Rowan, Rowan, Rowan, Rowan. 

Her mate, her carranam, her blood sworn, her husband, her buzzard, her friend. 

He was gone, and it was meant to be her. Hot tears were landing on his face, a faint smile still on his lips, as if he’d been happy to do it. Happy to die, if it would give her a chance to live.  She clawed at the ground, just as she’d clawed at his skin last night, rolling around in ecstasy that only her mate would bring. The kind he would never give her again. A gut-wrenching scream tore out of her mouth, and she was burning, hot and bright, as she clutched his still-warm body.

-x-

Fenrys Moonbeam had never seen anything as bad as this. Not through battlefields, through all he had done through Maeve’s reign, not when Cairn had ripped Aelin apart day after day. Never. His queen was on her knees, clawing at the ground, as she fought her mated Fae instincts, the instincts to destroy, to protect, the urge to die with her mate. His king, his commander, his brother. 

Rowan was gone. Died protecting the female he loved. He hadn’t been able to protect Lyria, and he had stopped at nothing to protect Aelin, his equal. A whimper cut through his thoughts.

“It should have been me. It was meant to be me. All these years, it was meant to be me.” Aelin was sobbing, such deep, harrowing sobs wracking through her body. He reached for her, to hold her, to let her fight him, he didn’t know. But she fought him off, clinging to her mate’s limp body. They had a war to win, and they needed her to do it. 

She had never once broken, but this, this could break her at last. Losing a mate. 

-x-

“You could do anything, you could rattle the stars, if only you dared, and deep down, that’s what scares you most.” 

The words rattled around her head.

Rowan was gone. Aelin knew that in her heart. He was gone, so that she had a chance to live. But she wouldn’t break, not now, not so close to the end. 

So, she tucked Rowan into her heart, his strength and loyalty and kindness, her face set with such wrath and vengeance only a mated female could produce, and went to rattle the stars, because Rowan had given her the strength to dare, because she was Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius, she would not be afraid, and because her mate had liven up to his vow, for her, To Whatever End.

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is this Jude Duarte?

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🌲- Two pieces, Demi Lovato- Manorian. Fluff me up ma'am. Happy 1k Em! 💙💙💙

eeeep! thank you so much for the request and the love becca!! hope you enjoy 🥰❤️

Two Pieces | Manorian Drabble

Often, the cruel bitterness of the early hours sang a claw down Manon’s skin, keeping her awake. The moon was not always kind either. Its light pealed across the backs of her eyes, fraying at her mind.

Manon huffed and rolled over.

Dorian, fast asleep beside her, had his back to her. His hair was an ink spill across the pillow. She stared at the angulate lines of him that pulled the fabric of his shirt into ripples. When he reached behind him, Manon slid her hand along the silk sheets, hooking her pinky in his. Their signal.

Are you awake?

Dorian gave a sigh. Turned over. “Can’t sleep?” He hummed and took up her hand proper. His eyelids drooped like two pale snowdrops as he beat back the surge of slumber.

Manon shook her head. He kissed her palm, and then they went. Down the turret stairs, out their chamber doors. Surreptitious as whispers, they went unnoticed by the guards.

Sometimes, Dorian would mutter, “We need new guards.” Tonight, he merely twined their fingers together.

They donned the night and cloaks deep blue as his eyes. Cool air and Dorian’s hand soothed her, smoothed the sharpness of her nerves which seemed always to stand on end at times most inconvenient.

Sleep was a capricious thing for them both. Moonlit strolls had quickly become a ritual between them, made before the altar of dark and daybreak. They would wander the cobbled streets until they became lost in them. Then, they would wander until they found their way back home.

When Manon had met Dorian, they’d been all fractured glass turned outward. The war might have broken them completely, scattered the pieces had they not clung so closely to each other.

As dawn bruised the sky a feeble lilac, Manon held Dorian’s hand tighter.

They passed bakeries blooming with buttery smells; bleary markets pulling back the canvas of their stalls for the day.

They came upon an open square, and Dorian walked into a cafe. He returned with a bracing cup of tea and a creamed scone for them to share. He picked up an old book from one of the market stalls. He grossly overpaid the merchant.

Manon chose a bench for them to sit and watch the morning ripen.

When the tea had been drained to the dregs, scone crumbs lining their lips, Manon leaned her head on Dorian’s shoulder and listened to the soft thrum of his voice as he read to her aloud.

She knew she was welded to him. They would always be a filigree of wounds, two pieces of a stained glass mural. Something beautiful birthed from pain and their own ferocity. But this city, these routines, these things that bound them—they were theirs.

Manon closed her eyes at last.

☽☽☽☽☽

masterlist | read on AO3 | celebrate 1k with me!

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[The Court of Shadows hideout]

Cardan: This is the spot where I told you I couldn't stop thinking about you and you fell in love with me.

Jude:

Jude:

Jude:

Cardan: This is the spot where you tied me up, held a knife under my neck, kissed me and I became obsessed with you forever.

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aedion: *drops subtle hints he likes lysandra*

aedion, one day later: we’Re geTTinG maRriEd iS tHat okAy wiTh yOU

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After Heir of Fire

Gavriel: so, do you love her?

Rowan: no, she's just gorgeous, hilarious, can hold her own in a battle, is the only one whose magic is a true match for mine, and is basically my equal in every way

Rowan: wait a second

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I want to write something that makes my breath hitch, my chest physically hurt, but makes my heart swoon and moves my entire soul. Because that is what my favorite authors do for me. 

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Aelin Ashryver Galathynius, rightful queen of Terrasen

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“I Know How This Book Ends But I Still Get Upset Anyway” - a novel by me

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the 3 types of fans in the SJM fandom

(this is meant in a loving way, u guys are the best!) [KoA spoilers]