#‼️> DIG IT UP DIG IT UP .

[so-very-small]

discussing size kink with fellow kinkster asexuals vs discussing it w literally anyone else

[murdleandmarot]

The gang’s all here!! They’re on the case!! And there’s no ghost that they wouldn’t chase!!!!!

@mysticalcats’s Foxglove, @toki-toro’s Chaumet, @emimii’s Clownaire, and my own Bluebelle :)

[cxlvinmcmxrray]

CALVIN " FRECKLE " MCMURRAY X M! READER

#REQUEST OOI

Request : Ay first request Can I get a fluff oneshot of Freckle x M! Reader. Like maybe first meeting ?

Tags : First meeting and Male reader.

Note : I apologize if it looks short- Im partically busy as im typing this so I hope you could enjoy and cherish this haha.

" Sorry- I didnt mean to! It was a fire- A burning hot fire in the.. in the radiator ! "

You were in the Lackadaisy Speakeasy as usual drinking some whiskey or maybe perhaps talking with one of the members who still stayed after Atlas' Death. As you were going to leave because as everyday- No one wanted to talk to you, You placed your left hand on your pocket and suddenly bumped into someone.

" Can you please- " You were about to say something until you looked at them. It was one of the bootleggers of lackadaisy.. Calvin , Or maybe known as Freckle. " Sorry- I- Uh-- Im sorry - " Calvin rapidly replies looking a nervous turpedo boy that is. He would move to the side as he tries to catch up to the flapper and the other bootlegger. As you looked suprised for a moment- You replied back with a " Wait -! Can I please atleast get your name ? I.. I really want to get to know more about you. " Y/N says with a ear to ear smile. Calvin looked suprised for a bit. " F-.. Calvin.. Calvin Mcmurray. My cousin calls me Freckle. " Calvin gives off a nervous smile. " Nice to meet you Calvin.. Maybe We'll meet again once youre done picking up some booze? " Y/N chuckles. " You sure look roughed up too.. " They would add. Calvin's ears perked up. " Th..Thank you? Thats a compliment right ? " Y/N continues to shine a bright smile at calvin and nods. " Of course ! " Morely after that meeting - You two were pretty good friends.. Or more than that ? But seriously- You both got into a nice friend/relationship since you and calvin really understand one side to another.

[yxkanna]

in other news why does it sound like my upstairs neighbors are trying to scrape through the ceiling into my room using a bedroom dresser

[bitter-sweet-coffee]

is "mick gets a tag" your e boyfriends? uWu

anon you probably have good intentions but i will be completely honest here i did throw up in my mouth reading this! gross!!!

however for future clarifications, i am answering this. ehem:

no.

mick is my brother/bestie we are aroace legends he's just really funny so i gotta post about him a lot (since he doesn't post enough 🤬)

TLDR: no and also gross and also mick is baby compared to me so absolutely not and also no ew gross anon there was NO NEED FOR AN UWU but you're probably like 14 and like gay fandom ships so i'll chalk it up to maturity. this is fine it is not this is disgusting you don't just as people this

(posting so no one else reaches this conclusion)

[rosyblooom]

love (to hate) u | ln4 smau

PAIRING: lando norris x fem!reader A/N: hey! love this idea sm!! hope it's as u imagined :)

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yourusername me and my bestie 🥰❤️ (fyi max this is OUR cat now)

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username so what i'm seeing is if i punch lando we'll be besties??

username I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE (sry lan) username bye💀💀

landonorris What a loser...

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username AHH BOTH OF YOU ARE CUTE AF LYYY <333

maxfewtrell You mean my cat?

yourusername **OUR cat 🔫🙂

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Who knows, maybe there's a relationship announcement on the horizon?👀

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yourusername alright fun's over, congrats bby xxx (happy now oscar?)

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oscarpiastri As you can all see, we are NOT dating

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[tokyo-terror]

request 🚨

Hey there, just thinking about how the 141 + Vaqueros would react to (reader) wearing one of their big shirts, perhaps only with underwear underneath, maybe not even that. 👀 I’m not particular about the gender of (reader) insert so whatever is cool.

guess who's my fav after this 🙏 also ill def do the vaqueros in a p.2 i just have a big headache 😿 <3 enjoy fr

cw: suggestive themes 😟 , gn reader (no specified genitalia yw)

simon "ghost" riley:

☆ genuinely doesn't mean to leave his clothes around your house, he thinks that they're a bit too .. "ghost" for you

☆ that being said, he loves the ghost look on you. in general starts clinging to your waist when you have anything of his on, especially any long sleeves he has

☆ underwear on or not man is between your thighs, this is the definition of oral fixation . i don't make the rules

☆ he likes leaving marks that most can't see, but absolutely loves the marks that everyone else will see. your relationship with him may not be the most out there, but he loves having ppl know that you're somebody's and not theirs

john "soap" mactavish:

☆ actually the exact opposite of ghost, subtly leaves clothes around for you to wear. the kind of guy to hint at it too

☆ "hey haha did yk that my shirts are reallyyyy comfortable .. 👁" is ecstatic when you actually do wear his clothes, but doesn't show his excitedness until you end up in his lap

☆ this guy is literally the most waist/hip guy ive ever seen, his hands are up your shirt grabbing at anything he can. leaves small bruises from his fingers digging in a lot

☆ tries not to leave any marks that can't be hidden by the shirt, being visible is nice to him but knowing that they're in other places that people can't see is what rlly gets him

kyle "gaz" garrick:

☆ doesn't really think about you in his clothes until it actually happens, he tends to be a lot more reserved in sexual aspects unless it's actually time to do it

☆ he realizes his love for his clothes on you when it's the morning after a welcome home gift. you wearing his shirt + underwear is his favorite thing now

☆ this is the real freak within him 😿 he wraps his arms around you and tries to sweet talk you into more rounds, stares you down while you make him eat before more

☆ accidental biter, leaves bite marks all over your chest and neck when you let him under the shirt. he's lost in the sauce now

john price:

☆ i said this before and ill say it again, old man rizz ‼️‼️ he's open about a lot of things with you, including how he likes you wearing his clothes

☆ adores and borderline worships you whenever you indulge him. is instantly all over you when you're in just his shirt, even more pleased by the lack of everything else

☆ biggest tease ever though, can't help but deny any direct contact until you're either begging or about to slap that dumb hat off his head

☆ not really intense marker but biting is his thing, the occasional deep bite mark on your inner thigh or just right under your ribcage are his favorite places

[spidernuggets]

‼️Nsfw‼️ Minors DNI

It's not even your fault. It's JASON'S fault. If he didn't work out so often, his arms wouldn't have become so huge.

It was literally supposed to be an innocent stay at home movie marathon date night. You were on your bed, watching on the small TV that sat on your desk, which was in front of your bed.

Your back was against Jason's chest while his arms were securely wrapped around your torso. One of your hands rested on his forearm, your thumb caressing it every now and again, while your other arm just laid limp on the side. Your head was awkwardly laid on his bicep but was still comfortable, nonetheless.

You honestly couldn't help the thought.

It was just that every time Jason would lean his head over to your temple to give it a light kiss or when he'd snicker at a scene that was playing, his bicep would slightly flex, and you can feel it under your head.

You just wanted to know what it felt like if his whole arm was wrapped around your throat, putting you into a headlock.

Fuck it, it's fine.

You gave his forearm another comforting rub of your thumb before moving his arm, moving it higher on your body.

"What are you doing?" He asks, his focus still on the TV.

"Just getting comfortable," you say, trying to act casual in which Jason shrugs it off. Jason moved his arm the rest of the way, right where you wanted it. But Jason didn't know your actual intentions. Not yet, at least. So he just gives your shoulder a slight squeeze before giving you another kiss to your head.

And you felt it. When he gave your head a kiss. You felt his bicep flex, feeling his muscles choking you a little.

And you wanted more.

You tried to push away the feeling, but Jason let out a strained yawn, and his muscles tightened around your neck. You tried so hard to push it down, but the tiniest little whimper escaped right through your teeth. And you prayed Jason didn't notice.

But he did... But not in the way you expected it.

"Shit, did I hurt you, sweetheart?" Fuck sake, him asking if he hurt you just turned you on more.

You shook your head. "No, Jason. I just..." You were getting needy. But Jason seemed clueless and was getting worried.

"Just what, love?"

You groaned in frustration and gently rutted your ass against his crotch. And fuck, how you loved his reaction.

He groaned and tensed up, making his muscles tense up, too. You let out another whine, both your hands holding onto his arm that rested around your neck, pushing it impossibly closer to your throat.

"Jesus- that's what you wanted, baby? Wanted me to put you in a headlock? Wanted to be in a fucking literal chokehold? Could've just asked nicely, my love," Jason says, his cock becoming semi-hard.

By now, you're dragging your already sopping, clothed cunt along Jason's thigh, whining for more.

Jason laughs. What kind of boyfriend would he be if he denied you the satisfaction?

So, Jason uses his free hand to move your right leg, spreading your limbs apart, and also giving him easy access. He flexes his arm, and in return, your back slightly arches, tightening your grip, your nails digging into his skin, which he doesn't even notice, while you're crying for his touch.

"Shh, it's okay, my love. You'll get what you want," he whispers as his face is buried in your hair, his large, calloused hands caressing your thighs.

You remove one of your hands from his arm, grabbing his free hand that was feeling up your thigh, and you moved it over the wet patch of your sweatpants and made Jason's hand apply pressure to your throbbing pussy.

"Jay, please!" You cry, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. Jason smiles, kissing your cheek.

"Anything for you, princess," he mutters. He slides his hand past the waistband of your sweatpants, pulling your panties up, letting go of them quickly as you slightly yelp at the fabric slapping your skin.

"Jason, please... please touch me.." You begged.

Even in the moment, Jason's heart melts at your pleads. "You're so polite, my love. Just lie there and let me gratify you," he says as he finally slides his hands past your panties, his middle and ring finger pushing inside the folds of your cunt while his thumb gently massages your clit.

Your back arches even more, crying and whimpering at his touch. Jason groans at the sounds of your moans, especially when your voice jumps an octave every time he tightens his arm that is around your neck.

"Fu-fuck.. You look so pretty right now," he stutters. "A moaning mess, just for me. And for what? Just because you wanted my arm around your tiny neck?"

You started to babble, incapable of forming actual sentences. All you can spit out are strings of 'yes, yes!' and 'ngh- feels so good, jay'. Which, without a doubt, makes Jason's ego skyrocket.

Of course, there's the build-up of tension and straining in Jason's pants right now. He'll get to that later. Right now, he wants to make sure the love of his life is fully satisfied from trying to make her desires become a reality.

Which it has, by the way.

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my first nsfw thought piece, how'd it go?

[cxlvinmcmxrray]

THE .. LINDEY HOP , , ? | ⫻ WELCOME TO MY BLOG !

heyo , i am urena ! call me MOD CALVIN !

i go by they / them , 23 years old and has adhd. be nice with me if you can.

1. dont be a asshole please.

2. AVOID SPAMMING THE SAME REQUESTS . i will block you immediately.

3. dni to discourse and the basic dni criteria.

4. If i delete / deny your request- do NOT dm me and call me dirty names or send me threats. I WILL BLOCK YOU.

I can write :

Canon x Canon

Canon x Reader

Fluff

Angst ?

More things will be added soon.

Characters :

Mordecai Heller

Rocky Rickaby

Ivy Pepper

Sedgewick Sable

Dorian Zibowski

Mitzi May

I cannot write :

Nsfw. ( I suck at writing that sorry 💦)

weird ass STUFF

proship / minor x legal character

Poly ships ( ill learn how to write a polyship so. o worries)

yandere

a toxic relationship between characters or reader.

What types of writings I can do :

Oneshots (Not available right now sorry !)

Headcanons

Crackshots ( haha yeah )

Wait how do I request ?

Specify what character and what type of reader that they would be and etc. Also specify the types of writing and lastly fluff or angst. Or just .. yeah.

Note :

Im open how to write characters so i can understand them more ! so please help me if you can.

Anyway thank you for reading and im really hoping to get requests.

[dayasusays]

warnings ! — SMUT, fem!reader, size difference, dirty talk, maledom

summary ? — jason shouldn’t be this big.

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jason shouldn't be this big.

his hands that could crush your waist if he put a little more effort into them; his torso that you love to kiss every chance you get; his back that gets new red streaks from your fingernails almost every day; his fingers that stretch you so well and press against your sensitive walls so hard that you arch your back even more; his cock, my god, his cock...

sometimes you feel like it was made perfectly for you; the way it fills you feels so incredible you want to cry.

“such a responsive babygirl,” jason murmurs as he leaves kisses on your breast, “takin’ me so well,” he nibbles on your nipple as he pushes even deeper and you're almost thrown up on the spot.

his palms squeeze your waist, digging his short nails into your skin; you whimper as he makes another thrust. you swear it's todd that makes you feel so full.

one of his palms rests on your belly; he quickens his pace and presses against the spot below your navel. “you feel it, princess?” whispers jason, biting his lower lip, “i'm so fuckin’ deep inside you.”

jason shouldn't be this big.

but he is, and he uses it all too skillfully.

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[euphoricfilter]

can we have night thoughts “fucking with jeon jungkook?” his new calvin klein photo make me wanna fuck him so bad. wanna feel some hard harsh rough fuck with jungkook. 🫢

yes we can!! and i’m thinking of the car photos 🕺‼️

(i love the middle photo so much)

. • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆. night short #16

tonights night thought is about jungkook who loves spontaneous car sex, and then stuffing your pussy with your panties!!! because he also loves his car and doesn’t want the seats ruined!!!

it would be jungkook’s idea to go stargazing, both of you laid out on the hood of his car, on top of a hill somewhere. an innocent kiss turning a little more desperate, a little more messy.

both with spit slicked lips. your tongue prodding his lip rings, soft lips bruising as jungkook leans over you. hands wandering under your shirt. and he’d letting out a desperate moan as his hands skim over your bare skin

and of course it would escalate from there, his jacket long forgotten on the hood of the car as you both stumble towards the back seat, jungkook almost tripping over as he yanks the door open

your clothes flung over towards the front seat in a frenzy, hands wandering in sacred places

his hands squeezing your tits, kisses pressed over your chest. so much raw lust and love seeping from every pore of his body as he kisses you in places only he’s allowed to see

jungkook’s fingers would tug at your panties, pulling the waistband up so the crotch is swallowed by your folds, a gentle kiss pressed to your covered clit. and you’d rut your hips up, a moan tumbling off your lips at the stimulation. mean laugh rolling off jungkook’s tongue as he makes you get yourself off that— making you beg for his cock

you’d fumble with jungkook’s underwear, chucking them somewhere behind you as your fingers wrap around his cock, nudging the head between your slick folds. running it over your clit as your free hand holds his shoulder for support

he’d wrap his arms around you, letting your hips stutter against his cock, the prettiest little moans clawing up your throat before you lift your hips ever so slightly and sink down on his length.

ever so pretty as you ride him, and he’d know when you’d start to get tired, fingers digging into your flesh as he helps you bounce on his cock.

he’d stave off his orgasm long enough for you to cum, only to then lay you back across the seats with your legs wrapped around his waist

neither of you would care about how roughly the car was rocking, nor the headlights that shine through the back window momentarily before it goes dark again. unashamed moans enough of an indication for the strangers to give you your privacy as you near the precipice of your please, jungkook so close behind you

the windows would be fogged up, bodies sweat slicked, and jungkook’s cock drenched in your arousal. he would tug your body towards him with every thrust, worried you were to smack your head against the door as your fingers claw down his back

and you’d slip over the edge of your second orgasm, position pushing his cock right over your sweet spot, gush of cum wetting jungkook’s stomach as his fingers thrum over your clit, lips sucking at the tender skin of your neck

his head would tip back, cock twitching at the fact you’d been able to squirt, always so wet and messy. your creamy arousal clinging to the base of his cock each time he pulled out of you

and you’d feel his cock twitch, wet smack of his hips becoming less calculated as he buries his cock as far inside you as he possibly can, painting your walls with his cum that he thrusts back into you slowly, your thighs twitching at the building overstimulation

he’d fumble around the front seat for your pantries, stuffing them into your pussy so his cum doesn’t leak onto the seats as he drives the both of you home. holding your hand, obviously. <3 (and a kiss to the cheek for being such a cutie)

night thoughts masterlist

[vivivav]

‼️ 14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI ‼️

Are these headcanons? am i theorizing? am i analyzing his character? could these just be kinda writing prompts? god fucking knows atp

Kinda turns into just…. a Renren appreciation post at the end. Love them

- If angel is someone who talks to themselves a lot, Ren would thoroughly enjoy that and sometimes reply as if they were having a conversation, and would frequently even use it as an opportunity to practice their “haruko” persona as he replies to them

- Usually when people are on their electronics they almost never look at the little camera directly, instead focused on the screen but those rare moments where Angel actually looks into the camera, if even for a second it makes Ren breathless because it feels like angel’s looking at him.

- got this one from one of the little fics but whenever angel’s on call with someone, Ren loathes it. Because, they don’t like that angel’s paying so much attention to someone else, but on the other hand they’re close their phone. Talking to someone, laughing, making jokes and having conversation and if Ren tries really hard, they can pretend that angel’s having a conversation with him instead.

- Ren tries to time their eating schedule with Angels occasionally, unless he’s just trying to snack on something. Not JUST because they’d find it relaxing to eat with angel but because he doesn’t want to take time away from staring at angel just so they can eat, he’d prefer to train his body to get hungry when angel gets hungry so they don’t waste even a second of his time with angel

- for day 1; not inviting him over and then choosing to call/text him, you can hear them running away from (what’s presumably) angels door so angel doesn’t hear him talk/type, but they only leaves the SECOND angel calls or texts, not before. Now maybe he wasn’t expecting angel to contact him and was genuinely surprised, or, since angel was on call with Moth, (who was urging angel to talk to Ren…) they saw that angel then went on their phone and either looking at his contact or had the chat pulled up, so maybe he just didnt want to waste even a second not staring at angel. Though, maybe it was more of a mix of both

- His first meeting with angel in the library seeming so akward to angel while Rens brain is going a thousand mph. Mad that his first meeting with them wasn’t the perfect one they imagined, mad that he wasn’t prepared, scared you’ll see right through them BECAUSE he wasn’t prepared, nervous to finally be near angel and have them FINALLY talk to him, trying to come up with an excuse as to WHY he pressed the button in the first place (he did NOT read those pages nor that fucking book i am telling you now), trying to come up with any excuses to keep angel there with them for longer, how to stay with angel, to introduce himself, to hear angels voice more, restraining himself to not go completely haywire off the bat because first impressions matter SO much. Then the second you turn away and he gets eleanor out of the way they have to quickly dig in his pockets (or steal stickynotes from the library counter) to try and come up with something charming to write and have angel read to make them find him cute/approachable/not-fucked-up/your-exact-type

-ecords angels voice sometimes and tried to cut and put the clips together to spell something out for him in angels voice (momentary satisfaction but it’d never beat hearing angel actually say it) (most likely it was either their real name or “i love you” or something cheesy like that. maybe.)

- i know he’s not superstitious but the thought of them coming accross one of those posts of “These initials belong together!!” and NOT seeing his and angels initials in there making them mad is so funny lol. Bonus if he sees someone elses initials with angels (Say, A+L as in Angel and Leon). and they’d get mad and either X out everyone elses combinations and put only him and angels in it or search for one with them in it. He knows logically that it doesn’t mean anything and that it was probably just some kid making a fun video but god forbid having someone elses initials with Angels even with something silly like that

- they’d be one of those boyfriends that if angel as little as looks at something for more than a few seconds he’d ask if they’d want it, or just grab it and buy it right away, or remember it and buy it as a surprise for them later. Angel giving a quick second look at like a shirt or a toy and then continuing to walk and then the next day Ren’s giving it to them because he “thought they’d like it”. This alr kinda happens in game on day 2 but pshh they’d buy it for angel even if they didnt literally pause and stare at it for a minute and a half

- Angel forgetting a password to one of their accounts and complaining about it to Ren, who immediately tells them what it is, only for Angel to be like ??? wtf how’d you know. Or, if they weren’t completely caught up in staring at angel he’d comfort them and tell them that they’ll remember it soon. And then write it down for angel somewhere for them to find easily/ purposefully saying something that kinda sounds like it or would hopefully get angel to remember it, like. If the password was “iloveharuko13” he’d start talking about AOG with them, specifically about haruko’s last appearance

- Angel asking Ren how he’s been today when they’re catching up and him-not even thinking about what he was actually doing today just thinking about how happy they are now that angel’s here- just answering with “i’ve been good! how about you..?” very quickly because he’s eager to hear Angels thoughts. He already knows what they’ve been doing but how they FELT about it and their thoughts on it are much more interesting/important

- The reason he stares at angel so much aside from the obvious is that they’re trying with all his strength to develop mind reading powers /silly /not serious but he mightve actually at least tried this at one point no?

- Angel having a diary would be the equivalent of a bible to him. Its angels raw unfiltered thoughts written out BY them. That’s pure gold and god must’ve blessed Ren if angel decided to keep a “top secret” diary. (if angel complained about someone in said diary he’d keep an eye out for them specifically and try to limit angels interactions with them until they made up or parted ways. Or. something happened to them lol)

- idk i just wanna mention that i love their desperate attempts to just be around angel and have them see him. “Sweet boy”, i say, knowing fully well what he’s done and is capable of

- Occasional Angels cutlery thief. you know why (returns them though) (maybe)

- Him asking in their head over and over again “is this real? am i dreaming?” when angel actually invites him over to their place and what ensues because?? only in his dreams right???

- Ren was practically gritting his teeth when they said “what do you think i’ve been doing since you moved away…” at Leon, i don’t think he was angry because Leon moved (probably actually was really happy upon hearing it- maybe thinking “this is my chance! it’s my turn!”) but because the act of him moving made angel sad. It was more of a “how dare you do something that you knew would hurt angel” while secretly they were glad that Leon moved. another,, “loathe” kinda thing? Hates that angel was hurt but happy that Leon wouldn’t be as much in his way anymore?

- Purposefully sometimes leaves angels windows/doors open just so he could see them come closer to shut it. Very rare for them to do bc he doesn’t wanna make angel like,, paranoid (unless they’d be going to him for comfort and safety… but… maybe that’d only be if he’s really desperate…)

- Thinking abt if they’d ‘coincidentally’ show up on angels double date on day 4 or watch from afar. “haha how funny i didnt know you would be here… with……… them………….mind if i come with since i’m here anyway? haha? ^^” …and then him trying to pull angel away from the rest of the group (especially leon and teo ) so it can be another date with just angel and ren…? perhaps. will patiently wait to see

- I think this is alr canon but i’ll say it anyway; him learning angels favourite foods and learning exactly how to cook them. Yes, they could just order the food in through delivery like he does for himself but they want to impress angel and make it specially for them. I feel like the reason he had the pancake recipe STILL pulled up on their phone even though he was already at the very last step of cooking them was because he wanted to be absolutely certain that they were making them EXACTLY the way angel liked- trying to reference pictures for how they were cooked and plated even though he’s probably got them all memorized by heart- but he just wants to be sure.

- Ren stalks angel but in doing so he also stalks everyone close to angel, of course in completely different ways and completely different reasons but they’d nonetheless know a LOT about the people who angel surrounds themselves with; even without hacking into their belongings and finding every little thing about them (Incase he needs to use this infomation against them… or tell angel)

- ^ adding on that him watching angels friends have other friends and become friends with eachother would probably also be like,, something that makes them at least a little happy. In the way of “If they have eachother then they won’t be around angel as much ^^”

- Ren in absolute distress watching angel get sick BEFORE their meeting in the library. Wanting nothing more than to bend reality itself to make angel better and get them everything they need but knowing that they can’t do that yet. (He’d pray that angel wouldn’t notice that their waterbottle on the nightstand keeps “filling itself up”, some pain meds just “showing up” on said nightstand, the cold towel on their forehead being cold again once they woke up… uh, more… taking-care-of-sick-person-things that i’m forgetting rn…)

- Yk that funny thing you sometimes do when you look directly into the camera on your phone/laptop/ whatever youre on and you say sumn like “i know you’re watching me!!!” as a joke. Like the “fbi in my phone” joke. Yeah. imagine that.

- if angel was an artist and drew ren ( be that in secret or asking him to pose ) He’d probably act really flattered and be all smiles and secretly be running laps around his brain like there is smoke building at the top of their head. Angel, taking time out of their day to stare at Ren (or draw him from memory?) and draw him? HIM? As in. Specifically REN, not haruko??? Bonus if he WATCHES angel draw him, weither that be in secret or not, they’d see just how FOCUSED angel is and the effort they’re putting into drawing him. His heart would explode, probably. (Also if angel is staring at them? yeah. yeah.)

- Not enough people talk about how he was so puppy-eyed upset when Leon called angel “sunfish” right in front of them. Interrupting angel and everything. You could practically FEEL the “:(“ in his little “-sunfish?” and the next words out of their mouth were “-Angelfish and i-“ as if Ren was subtly CHALLENGING Leon and trying to compete with him. How dare he have a special petname just for them? As if Ren hasn’t been calling them ‘Angel’ for his whole life? Does Leon even KNOW what sunfish look like? ‘Angelfish’ is so much smarter and they’re prettier fish. It’s essentially insulting.

- When angel starts showing signs of liking Rens real personality he absolutely overthinks the hell out of it. Because, surely not?? That was just their hopeful thinking? Him hearing things, maybe??? I don’t think Ren would believe angel at first if they started showing interest in his real personality, have to convince him before they even think about it. After all, it’s his haruko persona that finally got your attention after 13 years. Surely you like that more than this freaky creepy emo guy. They’re practically opposites afterall

- Angel making any sort of comment about the future that involves Ren- be it in the next day, week or month, he’d be over the moon. You want to keep them around for that long, that you’re already planning it? Thinking about it? Including him in your daily life and schedule? It’d only further his belief that you are an angel

- Rens mumbling coming from the fact that he doesn’t socialize like at all, and is used to just saying things out loud to angel and talking to themselves. He mumbles and whispers things to himself a lot and i REALLY like that trait abt him, i do the exact same thing

- im sorry i wanna mention i really like his little angry face. Rens little furrowed brow and pout. It’s so perfect and he is NOT shy of using it every single time someone interrupts or even suggests taking angels attention. I pause and stare at them everytime he pulls that little “>:(“ face i adore it sm i love the art in this game.

- Already canon but this mans love for matching with Angel in any way is so fun. If you choose to dress in a “comfy” way they get all happy and like almost celebrate it. “Yes!! i knew you liked softer clothes! I was so right picking this outfit this will surely impress them and have their attention on me!”, in the same breath, if you choose to dress “alternatively”, Ren thinks you look very pretty but then they’re a little pouty that angel’s not matching with him, he specifically chose this outfit for angel and didn’t think they’d be wrong since he knows angel so well

holy god i did NOT just write that much… it just turned into rambling oops. i needa replay again and write more haha here i go

rlly hope i’m not just like horribly wrong about everything lol i CANNOT survive a “he would not fucking say that !!!”

thank you sai for creating Ren and showing him to the world with the rest o’ the crew. They are all so very dear to me 💗

[flolio]

media training (needed) — HUH YUNJIN X F!READER

being in a secret relationship with yunjin was hard, because whenever another member and yourself was brought up she would shut them down immediately, clearly raising suspicion. a stern talk with your manager and she promptly stopped, but only for a while. after todays live she certainly wouldn’t be able to dig herself out of this, deeming she would drag you down with her.

GENRE — fluff, the tiniest bit of angst if you look hard enough, secret relationships, idol!yunjin x idol!reader, readers in lsfm

WORDCOUNT — 0.4k

jenaissaante : YNKKURA 4 THE WIN?? ‼️‼️

“your user is literally my name, therefore yunyn wins.”

jhony.ho : yn and chaewon better 🥱

“no you’re wrong, jhony— or johnny or whatever! you’re just wrong!”

haknom : me and yn r married tho??? 🤣🤣

“funny…I don’t see a ring on her finger?”

THE LIVE HAS ENDED

you and yunjin haven’t been able to go live together alone since that day, you had heard from chaewon that she got in trouble with your media manager.

fans had taken the opportunity to make up crazy scenarios about you guys dating, which hadn’t exactly been a lie.

not everyone knew about your relationship, but yunjin was determined to let them know that you weren’t dating any other member, only her. you sat in front of the camera, replying to the comments.

ynstoenailcutter : no yunjin today?

you chuckled, contemplating on what to say, before looking around for your water. “no, she was busy today, you know? our schedules have been packed recently” you say.

it wasn’t necessarily a lie because you guys have been crazy busy, but today you guys had a day off.

“we haven't been able to go live together in a bit, do you guys miss us?” you said chuckling at the end, your phone dinging bringing you back to reality.

baby 🥸🥸

which room r u in? — 5:51 pm

you stared at your phone for a second, not knowing how to reply before you could hear a knock at the door. you looked at the camera as if they had caused this.

“ahh…maybe she is available after all?” you said scratching your nape, getting up to open the door. “yah— why didn’t you answer my text!” she said pushing you playfully as you both settled down on the all too small couch.

gogurtfreeze2 : i miss yn and zuha bring them back :(

you had hoped yunjin hadn’t seen the comment, “no.” yunjin said flatly, thinking she had finished you had went to say something.

“yun—” “I refuse to lose to kazuha!” she said childishly before wrapping her arm around your waist, which wasn’t really noticeable to anyone but you.

jenaissaante : won’t lose to kazuha?? hello?

“that’s right! I refuse! I’ll square up if I have too.” she said, hiding her face in the crook of your neck, leaving you there dumbfounded literally.

desperately you try diverting the conversation, “I watched mulan the other day for the first time, it was honestly really good” you said, looking through the comments.

haknom : bae u forgot to tell them we watched it together ? 🤣

you were reading it and yunjin must’ve caught on, feeling your body starting to shake from your laughter. she narrowed her eyes, “that’s a lie me and y/n watched it in my bed together, soo..” she said, emphasizing her words, meanwhile you tried covering her mouth. “yah yunjin— you want us in trouble so bad!”

THE LIVE HAS ENDED

[yeyinde]

‼️imagine riding price while he’s smoking a cigar‼️ that just popped inside my head and now i’m horny

⇾warnings: unfettered filth, gratuitous smut; gendered!female reader, female anatomy; very slight possessive!Price; very heavy dom!Price; choking?? kinda???

⇾notes: damn, op. me, too. also, has anyone seen bodies bodies bodies? you know that moment when Pete Davidson says I just look like I fuck? that's this. that's Price.

With his head tilted back on the bed, lit cigar dangling from between his teeth, he looks almost attainable in the gloam. Touchable. Like a man you reach out, and have. It's so different from his usual countenance that it jars something inside of you, pricking that soft, sensitive place between your thundering heart and ribs.

Shadows cut under his eyes, his nose, the jut of his lip, illuminated only by the flushed, yellow light of the lamp beside the bed. 

Cot, really. Barely enough space in it to fit a single person, much less two. How he manages to squeeze inside the tiny slip of a mattress makes you question everything you know about physics and spatial mathematics.

Though—

"That's it, mm," he rasps, words slurred and muffled around the cigar in his mouth. His hands are firebrands on your breasts, where they settle hot and firm, rough palm grazing your hard nipples. "Just like that, dove. Take me in—all of it, yeah? Want to feel your cunt around all of me."

—there really isn't any room in your head for complex queries when you're sat on your captain's cock, pussy pulsing around him all the way to the root. 

He knocks all logic from your head with a soft flex of his hips, cockhead nudging something inside of you that has you reeling through samsara. 

You can't stop the whine from spilling out—high-pitched and breathless—when he shifts like that, grinding his fat cock against your gummy walls. 

"C—captain—," you mewl, nails digging into the coarse auburn covering his chest. Your hips gyrate over his groin, seeking more of that delicious stretch, that blistering press of him splitting you apart. 

"Shush, shush," he coos, his hand falling away from your swaying chest to wrap around the body of the cigar. The tip burns red; the heavy scent of sex and tobacco permeate the tense atmosphere between you.

His other hand stays, and slides down until your nipple is caught between his thumb and forefinger. A pinch of his fingers sends a ripple of pleasure-pain shuddering down to your core. You keen at the sting, the bliss.

"Gotta be quiet, love. Want them to come in, and see you like this? Bouncin' on your captain's cock like you're desperate for it? And you are, aren't you? So fuckin' greedy for it."

"Fuck, sir—"

His groan is filthy around the butt of the cigar when your cunt flutters at the notion. The idea of being watched while your aching cunt takes him to the base.

"What a slut you are," he teases, slurred and gruff, words thinning out around a pull of smoke. "Want them to see how pretty you look on top of me, eh?"

He bites down on the end of the cigar, his hand falling away to reach behind you. Your mouth opens—pleas, apologies on your tongue; but it's stifled by a loud whine when the flat of his palm slaps across the meat of your ass. The sharp crack of his hand hitting you sends a gyre of pleasure roiling through your core.

Your belly flutters; molten heat spumes at the sting. It's too much, it hurts, and—

You want more.

"Please—;" the word is choked, bitten off when he slides his hand up, fingers dancing between each knob of your spine. The other tugs on your nipple until your back arches for him.

"Come on, pretty thing." He purrs, eyes lidded and burning. A veil of smoke congeals in the air between you when he breathes out. "Like I'd let anyone see you like this. This—;" his teeth dig into the cigar, hips canting up into your pussy. "—is all mine, love."

You don't know how he expects you to last with his thumb brushing over your nipple, his cock battering the plug of your womb with each fervid grind of your hips. Each soft bounce sends you spiralling closer and closer to the edge, to that white-hot haze of euphoria that splits your head down the centre until all you can feel is the swell of his cock in your cunt; his full, heavy balls slapping against your ass each time you sit fully on him, taking him to the base where he's the thickest, where he throbs like a heartbeat. It's too much, too much—

He hums low in his chest. The noise ripples through your palms, desperately scrambling for purchase on his slick, broad chest. It should have been a warning, but you're too far gone, too blissed from the way his liquid sapphire gaze threatens to flay you alive; the wide arsenic white of his eyes boring into you, watching you fall apart at the seams with each plunge of him inside of your pussy. 

"Fuck—oh, fuck—captain—I'm… I'm gonna cum—"

Heat sears into your throat. Your tremulous words are cut in the middle when his hand slides up, palm pressed flat against your jugular. His thumb strokes your jaw gently, a dizzying contrast to the unyielding, solid grip he has on your neck. His thick, tobacco-stained fingers wrap taut around the delicate, fragile, curve of your throat, nearly spanning the entirety of it. If he wanted to, you think, a touch delirious, hysterical: he might be able to touch his index and thumb at the base of your skull.

Your inhale is shaky; a quivering gasp that edges on instability. You feel yourself being pulled deeper and deeper into those pits that sear into you.

A burning ache throbs inside of your belly; a coil pulling tighter and tighter with each press of your groins, his cock filling you deeper than you'd thought possible, the unruly auburn hair around the base of his cock grazing your clit. Your core tenses. Cunt spasming around him when he squeezes his hand, the air choked from your esophagus. 

"Look at you," he drawls, nearly slurring the words around the end of his cigar. He pulls in another mouthful of smoke, eyes gleaming aquamarine in the dim light. "Such a pretty fuckin' sight you make, don't you, love."

All you can see is liquid blue. A spark of ochre from the end of his cigar. Your vision fades, blurring around the edges. He's not choking you, just holding steady, firm, but it's everything: his voice, his touch, that stupid cigar wrapped around those lips—

"C—captain—"

"Go on, then." He settles back into the pillow, hand still wrapped around your throat. His eyes bore into yours; a whirlpool cuts through the sea—dark and dizzying. "I want this pretty little cunt to cum around my cock, mm." He rumbles. His hand flexes, shifts, until his thumb is pressed to the seam of your lips. His eyes darken. "And then when you're finished, I want you on your hands and knees. I'm gonna fill you up, nice and proper, yeah?"

All you can do is whimper his name, and try not to slip inside those frothing waters that threaten to drag you under. A swirling vortex of want; pleasure. You burn under his heavy gaze. Feel the heat of his cigar scorching your skin. 

“Oh,” he adds, blowing out a plume of white against your skin when you shudder on top of him, nails biting into his skin. Smoke rings curl around his words. His voice is hushed. Quiet. The lilt an unbreakable command. “Better not make me drop my cigar, love. Or there will be trouble.”

[tyunphoria]

🌪️ wearing something that turns skz on — lee know, hyunjin

[NSFW CONTENT AHEAD ‼️]

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INCLUDES: AFAB! reader x dom! lino and hyunjin, booty hunter lino, hyunjin stuffing y/n full with his fingers🤭, spanking, mentions of choking(lino), mentions of voyeurism(hyun), slightly jealous and protective hyun.

other part(s): bang chan + changbin

- - - - -

Lee Know

you always forget that wearing gym tights around lee know is a goddamn risk. doing yoga always results to getting a harsh smack on your ass, the soft flesh jiggling under the force of his hand which leaves a stinging print on your skin that can last up to hours. the first time you wore them, his members started snickering as they pulled you outside to warn you of your boyfriend’s odd antics of smacking peoples ass. they would complain about it everytime. except, your case is much more special. when you first started dating, he was always so respectful (and he still is!) but ever since you started doing yoga, it gets harder and harder for him to hold back his urges.

“I can never finish my lessons because of you.” you grunt as he bends you over on the mat, your head pressed up against the yoga block with your back arched perfectly. not to mention your behind already being abused and squeezed by his impatient hands through the thin fabric. he pulls the tights down to your thighs, eyes lighting up as your ass spills over the waistband.

“then stop wearing these tights.” he scoffs. you can hear the sound of a belt unbuckling behind you. “then what am i supposed to fucking wear? jeans to yoga?—“ he cuts you off as he fully sheaths himself inside you. the motion makes you gasp, and your voice is suddenly lost due to the feeling of him. he thinks you look pretty with the look of ecstasy on your face right now as his cock hits all of the parts of you that make your toes curl.

his hand slides up to the column of your throat, tears brim in your eyes to the feeling of another harsh stinging sensation brought on your left cheek. he brings his hand down again, then again, then again. until there’s a huge blush covering your ass which made him almost come from such pretty sight. your knees buckle due to the pain and euphoria, the stimulation you were receiving was too much as his hips continue to move faster with his cock slamming into your cunt. you walls squeeze around him as he savors the delicious moans spilling out your mouth. “lino, ‘s too much…” you reach a hand behind you to swat the hand that was gripping onto your ass and tell him to slow down.

“then don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Hyunjin

“Wait! Hyun, your group’s about to come on stage!” You say, barely above a squeak as he trails his slender fingers up your skirt. hyunjin plays a smile on his lips, swiping his tongue around the hickey he painted beautifully on your neck. “Such a pretty little thing…” hyunjin was chosen to be one of the MC’s of Inkigayo. when he found out that your group was performing on the show for your comeback stage, he couldn’t get any happier and was eager to see you perform. hyunjin took note of the way your short skirt would ride up every time you moved and swayed your hips to the song. he bit his cheek throughout the whole performance. the performance was broadcasted live for thousands and thousands of fans watching; and the thought of thousands of perverts probably drooling over his partner made him furious and accidentally dig through the leather cushioned seat. “You good?” changbin asked but hyunjin only excused himself to use the restroom but instead he quietly trails behind you backstage. they tell him to hurry since they’re performing next but sparing a few minutes wouldn’t hurt, right?

he moves your underwear aside, thumb circling around your clit as he hungrily attacks your lips. “this skirt looks so beautiful on you, baby. but it’s a bit short, don’t you think? do you enjoy having people watch your ass jiggle on stage because of how slutty this skirt is? it makes really angry, y/n.” You part your lips to apologize but it was replaced by a moan as hyunjin plunges his ring and middle fingers in your already sopping wet cunt. “m’ sorry, hyun…”

He twists his wrist, pressing his long fingers into you–reveling against the shaky moan you let out in response. “fuck, baby. you’re getting so tight. how am i gonna stuff you full with my cock if i won’t be able to get the tip in?” Your mouth hangs slack as he meanly flicks his wrist, pressing his two fingers even deeper inside you and spreading them in a scissoring motion. he tucks his nose against the crook of your neck, sucking a mark against your skin, you can’t help the way you clench around him. 

hyunjin finally takes his fingers out, a whine leaving your swollen lips from biting down onto your bottom lip too hard. his thumb presses down on your swollen clit, as he begins to softly rub over the aching nub. the new feeling of pleasure is mind-melting, and the urge to grind against his hand is overwhelming. you watch as his eyes fixate on the mess between your thighs, how he finally took note to how his cock is stiff in his boxers. he sits on the vanity chair , pulling you on his lap.

“let me watch you bounce on my cock, pretty baby. keep your skirt on and try to be quiet.”

[itneverendshere]

guilty conscience (+18)

chapter vi

pairing: rafe cameron x female!reader

summary: when ward cameron, a renowned business man and millionaire specifically requested your services through an escort agency, you assumed it would be just another job—brief and straightforward. however, your entire world shifted when ward disclosed his true intentions and rafe cameron stumbled into your life. there were rules, and rules were meant to be followed. was money worth breaking someone’s heart?

chapter warning‼️: smut

Your mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as Rafe's lips move against yours. The kiss is full of everything that you've been bottling up. You can feel his desire, his need to prove that what he feels for you is real, despite the tangled web of lies and half-truths between you.

For a moment, you allow yourself to get lost in the sensation, to forget about everything else. It’s just you and him.

Rafe's hands move with a determined tenderness, one sliding up to cradle your jaw, the other pressing into the small of your back, pulling you closer until there's no space left between you. The vigor of his body blurs the lines between right and wrong. His hands are insistent, roaming your figure with a possessiveness that sends shivers down your spine. But as the kiss deepens, reality claws its way back into your mind.

Stop! What the fuck are doing?!

God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You’re going to ruin his life. It’s mind-blowing how everything changed in a matter of weeks. How easily you lost control of the situation. Rafe Cameron is just another target, a customer to please, and yet, here you are. 

You know you should push him away, end this before it goes too far, but the heat of his body against yours, the raw need in his touch, makes it almost impossible to think straight. 

His lips leave a scorching trail along your collarbone, each kiss searing into your skin, making you arch into him. The hallway is filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the rapid beating of your heart. You can feel the desperation in the way his fingers dig into your hips, the silent begging in the way his mouth moves against yours as if he's afraid to lose this moment. 

This isn't right!

You break the kiss, gasping for breath as you push lightly against his chest, creating some distance between you. Rafe's eyes are dark with desire and confusion as he searches your face, trying to understand why you stopped, lips practically chasing yours.

"Rafe, we shouldn’t," You say, your voice shaky but resolute. But he doesn't give you a chance to continue. His lips trail from your mouth to your jaw, then down your neck, each kiss sending electric jolts through your body, "W-we really shouldn't."

Once he comes back up, you trace the features of his face with your eyes, noticing a few freckles across his nose that you’d never noticed, and how the flecks of blue in his eyes are overshadowed by his dilated pupils right now. His hair is tousled, lips still tingling from all the kissing.

 He’s so fucking pretty it hurts.

“We should.”                                                

His hands find their way to your shoulders, and he gently pulls down the fabric, exposing more skin for his lips to explore and your knees feel weak.

“Let me make it up to you,” He murmurs against your skin, "Need you to understand how real this is f'me." His words are punctuated by the heat of his breath, making it harder to think, to push him away.

"You don’t—“ you try to protest, but your voice is a mere whisper, drowned out by the sensations flooding your body. His lips find that sweet spot, the pulse point on your neck, and your resolve crumbles. A soft moan escapes your lips as you clutch at his shoulders, your fingers digging into his shirt, “You don’t have to.”

"Need you to believe me baby,” he breathes against your skin, but his words are a mixture of groans and murmured assurances, "Need you... I need you to believe me. I don’t want her. Only you." Each syllable vibrates against your skin, making your pulse quicken. His urgency mirrors your own as your hands move to his hair, pulling him closer. 

You tilt your head back, giving him more access as your defenses falter completely. "Rafe," you whisper, but this time it's not a protest. 

It's a surrender. 

Sofia fades into the background, her memory dissolving into the night air. All that matters is him, the overwhelming sensation of being wanted, seen, and cherished in a way that drowns out every lingering doubt.

Your hands are everywhere, caressing, claiming, and he responds with an urgency that matches yours. Your fingers thread his blonde hair, tugging, silently begging for more. And he doesn't hesitate, his tongue tracing the outline of your lips, craving entrance, craving all of you. 

You can't resist, and the twisted dark side of you is enjoying every second of it. 

“Don’t know what the fuck you’re doing to me,” he whispers, huskily against your lips, “No way in hell I’m letting you go.” He growls and something like pleasure skitters down your spine.

You swallow roughly, but there’s a smirk on your lips as you pull your eyes away from his lips to look him in the eye, face seemingly innocent and sweet. “Gonna tie me up to your bed?”

Rafe's breath hitches, before a matching smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. It’s absolutely filthy.

"If that's what it takes to keep you here," he responds, his voice low, “All sprawled out in my bed in nothing but that golf skirt? Yeah.”

Heat floods your cheeks at the thought, but there's a thrill coursing through you at the idea of his possessiveness, his determination to keep you close. "You like the skirt, huh?”

“Why do you think you keep winning, hmm? Can’t fucking concentrate around you.”

There's something undeniably thrilling about the way he looks at you like he wants to devour you whole. You feel your chest tighten as his mouth hovers near yours again, knuckles turning white from gripping his shirt. 

You bite your lip, "Is that so? Thought I was a natural.” 

Rafe’s thumb moves to your mouth, the pad slowly pulling your bottom lip down. “Oh, trust me baby, you are. Can't get enough of you."

A blush creeps across your cheeks at his words. Fuck, you can’t remember the last time a man made you feel so flushed or even remotely interested to flush at every single compliment coming out of his lips. But it’s all you’ve done since you met Rafe. You can see the satisfaction he feels every time he watches your jaw clench to keep the stupid grin off your face, watching the tinge of pink appear on the apple of your cheeks.

“Promise I’m gonna make it up to ya.” 

With a quick intake of breath, you find yourself nodding in agreement, unable to form words. A small voice whispers in the back of your mind, reminding you of the consequences. You feel exposed, in a way that you’ve never felt before. You know this can destroy everything you've worked for, yet it's a risk you're willing to take.

You gasp as Rafe's hands slide down your sides, the thin fabric of your dress does little to shield you from the heat of his palms, his fingers tracing the curve of your hips, then venturing lower.

Rafe watches you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "God, you’re so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. 

His hands bunch up the hem of your dress, lifting it slowly, deliberately, as if savoring every moment. You feel the cool air against your thighs, a stark contrast to the heat of his touch. You’re trapped between him and the wall, creating a delicious friction that leaves you breathless. His mouth is on your neck again, kissing and biting, leaving a trail of heat that makes you moan softly. His fingers trail up your inner thigh, teasing, making you squirm with anticipation.

"Who's making you feel this good?" he asks, his voice dripping with jealousy, a reminder of seeing you flirt with JJ earlier.

“Rafe, please,” you whisper, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. The desperation in your tone only spurs him on, his touch growing more insistent.

“You want this?” he asks, his voice a low growl against your skin, his fingers dancing dangerously close to where you need him most.

“Yes,” you breathe, the word a plea, a surrender. “I want you.”

A satisfied smile curls his lips as he finally gives you what you crave. His fingers slip beneath your underwear, finding you already wet and ready for him. He groans softly at the feel of you, his breath hot against your ear.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your slickness, finding your clit and circling it with agonizing slowness. His fingers are long and skillful, their calloused tips adding an extra layer of sensation as they trace your most sensitive spots. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp and clutch at his shoulders for support.

He teases you like this for a moment, his touch light, drawing out your anticipation until you’re trembling with need. When he finally slips a finger inside you, you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips, your head falling back against the wall.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rafe breathes, his voice thick with desire. He adds a second finger, his thumb continuing to circle your clit, each movement sending waves of pleasure through you. You rock your hips against his hand, seeking more, needing more.

His fingers curl inside you, finding that sweet spot that makes you see stars. He sets a rhythm, thrusting in and out, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just the right pressure. You bite your lip to stifle a cry, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure builds, coiling tighter and tighter inside you. Rafe watches you, his eyes dark and hungry, taking in every expression, every gasp, every moan.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. “So perfect.”

You can barely form coherent thoughts, let alone words. His tone pushes you closer to the edge, but the release you crave remains just out of reach. The pleasure builds and builds, each wave more intense than the last, but it’s a slow, torturous climb. Rafe’s relentless fingers work their magic, his thumb still circling your clit with just the perfect pressure, his fingers curling inside you, hitting that holy fuck spot over and over again.

“Rafe, fuck” you gasp, your body trembling, "Oh my god."

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he murmurs against your skin, “Can feel you tightening around my fingers.”

You nod, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “So close,” you whisper, your voice trembling with the effort to hold on, to let the pleasure build to its peak.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs, his voice tender yet firm. There's an intensity in his demand that has your throat rolling “Need to feel you come.”

The pleasure a slow burn that builds and builds, until you’re on the edge, teetering on the brink of release, Rafe’s fingers don’t let up.

You never came from a guy's fingers before, not from a lack of trying either. His hand slides through your loose hair, angling your head so you’re looking at him, “That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, lips brushing over yours, and you're fucked enough to yield right away, "Fuck."

His words are your undoing. With a cry, you shatter around him, your body convulsing with the force of your orgasm. He doesn’t stop, his fingers moving through your release, drawing out every last wave of pleasure until you’re left trembling and spent, clinging to him for support. As the aftershocks of your orgasm fade, Rafe gently withdraws his fingers, his touch soothing now. He holds you close, his breath warm against your skin as he murmurs soft reassurances, his hands stroking your back, grounding you.

“You okay?” he asks softly, his eyes searching yours, concern mingling with the lingering heat of desire.

You nod, still breathless, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Yeah,” you whisper. “More than okay.”

Just as you're about to kiss him again, the door bursts open and Topper barges in, an exasperated look on his face. He’s so caught up in his scolding he doesn’t notice Rafe dropping the skirt of your dress, his body shielding the movement, “Seriously, you two? The bonfire’s been going for like an hour and you’re still here?”

You exchange a glance with Rafe. His hair is still a mess from all the pulling you did and a giggle escapes your lips as you push him away, straightening your dress. “Okay, we’re coming,” you say, trying to suppress your laughter.

Topper rolls his eyes. “You better be.”

As you step towards the door, Rafe stops you both midway. You’re about to ask him if he forgot something but he beats you to it as he brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean with a slow, deliberate motion that makes your cheeks flush all over again.

“Just had to taste you one more time,” he whispers, you can hear the satisfaction in the rich timbre of his voice. Motherfucker.

Without thinking, you slap his shoulder playfully. He laughs out loud, a genuine, hearty sound that seems to bubble up from deep inside him. It’s a laugh you’ve only ever heard when he’s around people he genuinely cares about. 

“Asshole.”

With one last smirk, Rafe grabs your hand, leading you both out to join the others at the bonfire. Your mind is still reeling from the strength of your orgasm, but as you walk side by side, fingers intertwined you feel stable enough to walk.

You're both enjoying the bonfire for what feels like another hour, soaking in the warmth of the fire and the laughter of his friends. But then, your eyes drift back to Aria and Kelce, their genuine love and affection so palpable it's almost suffocating. It’s not even jealousy you feel for them, it’s more like this deep longing, yearning for a connection like theirs—pure and genuine, with no fake vibes or pretense messing it up. You promised yourself you wouldn't let things go this far—that you wouldn't blur the lines between your role as Rafe's “girlfriend” and the reality of your arrangement with his father.

But it’s hard to keep track of things with Rafe's warmth seeping into your skin and his concern melting away the barriers you've built, it's all too easy to forget the boundaries you've set for yourself. His hands don’t leave your body for the rest of the night, tightly wrapped around your waist, fingers that had been inside just minutes ago, moving aimlessly on your skin, lingering longer every time he found a noticeable beauty mark.

Aria's voice breaks through your reverie, drawing you back to the present. "Pink isn't just a girly color!" she scolds, her eyes sparkling with conviction, body fully turned to Topper as she sits on Kelce’s lap. "It's a symbol of strength, of resilience. It’s literally historical.”

"Pink?" Kelce exclaims, his eyebrows shooting up in mock disbelief. "Come on, baby, you can do better than that. Pink is like the most basic answer ever. I know you like green better.”

Topper chimes in, mischievous as ever, "Yeah, I thought you were all about breaking stereotypes. And here you are, choosing the most stereotypically girly color of them all."

Aria rolls her eyes, “It’s not girly! You fuckers wear it all the time.”

Her retort earns a round of laughter from the group, including you and Rafe, who exchange amused glances. Kelce feigns offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. 

"Y’know what baby, you’re right. It's not just for princesses and unicorns, and shit.”

Topper nods in agreement, "Yeah, it's for real men too. Real men who aren't afraid to embrace their feminine side."

Rafe can't help but let out a snort, his amusement evident. He leans back against the log you’re all gathered around, a playful glint in his eyes as his arm moves from your waist to your shoulder.

"Real men, huh?" Rafe says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. You sneak a glance at him, and his earnest attention is suddenly making you feel nervous. "Well, I guess that explains why you've got a whole collection of pink shirts in your closet, Top.”

The group erupts into laughter. Topper only rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "It brings out the color in my eyes," he retorts.

“Sure it does.”

Aria shakes her head, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Okay, enough with you boys.” She wiggles around in her boyfriend’s lap, turning her body in your direction, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Light blue.”

Surprise tingles through you as Rafe confidently voices your favorite color.

How does he know that?

It’s something you hadn't divulged to him before. Your heart quickens its pace, a rush of disbelief mingling with curiosity, causing your pulse to dance beneath your skin. You turn towards him, eyes widening in wonder, as a smile gradually spreads across your lips. 

“I never told you my favorite color?” It’s hard to think straight when those eyes are on you, and after a solid minute of just staring at his lips, you move them up, “Did I?”

He sucks a breath in through his teeth, his attention dropping to your lips, “You always wear light blue laces on your golfing shoes."

The realization hits you like a fucking bullet, and suddenly, everything feels more complicated.

Again.

You could do just sex, despite destroying your morals. But this? Oh this was harder. You try to steady your breath, fighting to keep your cool.

Aria glances between you two, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Someone’s been paying attention."

Rafe’s hand, warm and steady on your shoulder, gives a soft squeeze. "'M just observant," he says casually, but there's a depth in his voice that makes your heart race. 

Kelce raises an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Sure you are, Cameron.”

The fire crackles, casting flickering shadows over the group, and you feel the intensity of Rafe eyes on you, your pulse pounding in your ears. You want to step back, to put up the walls you once thought were necessary. But his warmth, his presence, they’re too tempting, too magnetic to resist.

You force a laugh, trying to ease the sudden tension. "Maybe he's just got a good memory."

Topper chuckles, shaking his head. "Or maybe he just likes staring at you.”

Everyone laughs, and the pressure eases, but Rafe's words stick with you. The conversation shifts, friends chatting and joking, but it's hard to focus. Rafe's hand stays on your shoulder, grounding you. As the night goes on, you lean into his embrace, feeling the lines between your roles and real feelings blur. The fire burns low, casting a warm glow over the group. You know you should be careful, and should keep your boundaries, but right now, you just want to enjoy this.

The sense of being seen and understood feels too good to resist.

Plus, you’re planning on talking to Ward. Call the deal off. That makes all of this better, right? 

As the group begins to disperse, Aria and Kelce head off, leaving you and Rafe by the dying fire. Topper lingers for a moment, giving you both a knowing look before he too leaves, not before yelling out a cheeky “wear protection.”

The night is quiet, the stars above twinkling in a dark sky. Rafe's arm around your shoulders feels like both a comfort and a challenge.

 You turn to face him, the question you've been holding back finally escaping your lips. "Why do you notice those things about me?"

His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, he seems to consider his words carefully. "Because you matter to me," he says simply, his voice steady and sincere. "I mean it.”

“Okay.”

You let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

"Hey," he says softly, his hand finding yours again. "Stay with me tonight?"

You hesitate for a moment, the messiness of everything between you both pressing down on you. But then you look at him and you can't bring yourself to say no.

"Yeah," you agree quietly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'll stay."

It's strange, sleeping together without the frenzy of lust and passion that had consumed you earlier. But as you curl up beside him, cheek pressed against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, there's a strange sense of comfort in his arms. Wearing his clothes, you feel a little closer to him, the fabric soft and familiar against your skin. Despite everything, despite the messiness of your situation, you find yourself drifting off to sleep with a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

When the morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the room in a gentle glow, you gradually wake. For a fleeting moment, you're disoriented, the events of last night flooding back as you feel Rafe's warmth beside you. 

You attempt to slide out of bed quietly, not wishing to disturb his slumber, but his arm instinctively tightens around you, drawing you back into his embrace.

"Where do you think you're going?" he mumbles sleepily, his voice laced with the remnants of dreams.

You pause, torn between the urge to stay warm and cozy in his embrace and the impulse to slip away before the complexities of the morning set in. However, when you meet his gaze, the vulnerability reflected in his eyes pulls at your heartstrings, and you find yourself unable to resist.

"Just need to grab a glass of water," you fib, offering him a sheepish grin, “I’ll be right back, promise,” you quickly peck his pouty lips, dragging yourself away before you change your mind.

He squints at you, clearly unconvinced, but ultimately relents with a resigned sigh. You slide out of bed, snatching a pair of shots from the floor to drape around yourself as you tiptoe toward the kitchen.

The house is quiet, the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator as you fill a glass with water. You take a sip, relishing the coolness as it soothes your dry throat. But as you turn to go back to the bedroom, you freeze at the sight of Ward standing in the doorway.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he says, his tone dripping with sarcasm, “Enjoying your stay?”

You swallow hard, feeling a knot of anxiety forming in the pit of your stomach. You had hoped to avoid him, at least for a little while longer, just a few hours so you could get your act together, maybe prepare a little speech in your head.

"Morning," you mumble, ignoring him all together.

Instead of anger or disappointment, there's a smug satisfaction in his eyes, a knowing glint that catches you off guard.

"You seem pretty pleased with yourself," you remark, unable to hide the flicker of annoyance coloring your tone.

Ward's smirk widens, and he advances, his presence closing the gap between you, his eyes still pinned to yours. "Why wouldn't I be?" he retorts, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I did tell you that everything was fair game to win Rafe's favor."

You bristle at his words, a surge of indignation bubbling up inside you. "And I distinctly remember telling you I refused to stoop to that level," you shoot back, the sharp edge in your voice betraying your frustration. "I refused to use sex as some kind of bargaining chip. I’m not a prostitute, remember?”

“And yet, here we are…” Ward shrugs, his smirk remaining steadfast. "Did you have a change of heart?" he comments casually.

“I didn’t have sex with you son, Ward. I’m not going to. Not for your money.”

“If that helps you sleep better at night.”

You square your shoulders, determined to put an end to this once and for all. "I want to break off our deal," you declare, your words ringing with conviction. "I don't want any part of your schemes involving Rafe. I’m out.”

Ward's smirk fades, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. You would take a picture if the situation wasn’t as serious. "Break off our deal?" he repeats as if he can't quite believe what he's hearing.

For a moment, there's a tense silence between you, your words hanging in the air. Then, Ward lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You think you can just walk away from this?" he says, his tone tinged with amusement. "You think you have any say in the matter?"

You refuse to be intimidated by his arrogance. "I know I have a say," you retort, your voice steady. "And I'm choosing to walk away. I don’t want your money.”

His gaze brims with such ire that a glimmer of satisfaction ignites within you. "You're making a big mistake, sweetheart," he warns, his voice low and threatening. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

But you stand your ground, refusing to be swayed by his empty threats. "I know exactly what I'm doing.”

“Oh? You do? Because from what I’m hearing, you’ve grown to like my son…Hmmm. So caring for him, aren’t you? Can’t blame you for falling. It’d just be a pity if he found out what you do for a living.”

Your blood runs cold at Ward's insinuation, a chill creeping down your spine. You clench your jaw, refusing to let him see how deeply his words affect you. "You wouldn't dare," you shoot back, your voice trembling with anger and fear.

Ward's smirk returns, a cruel glint in his eyes. "Try me," he taunts, his voice low and menacing. "You think Rafe would still want anything to do with you if he knew the truth? If he knew you were just a little pretty prostitute? Using him for money?“

A startled laugh barks from you as you stare at him in disbelief, “I’m not a fucking prostitute. You hired me.”

“But he doesn’t know that does he? Who do you think he’d believe, huh? You? Or me?” Ward merely chuckles a cold sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "You don't have a choice, sweetheart. You're in too deep now."

“You’re insane.”

Not breaking eye contact, Ward reaches for his phone and places it before him on the kitchen island, jabbing his finger once down atop the technology, “We made a deal. You signed it, it’s right here. You’re a good kid, don’t fucking push it.”

You glance at the phone, its screen illuminating the evidence of your entanglement in Ward's schemes. You want to break it apart, smash it against the nearest wall, but knowing the bastard he probably has at least two more copies somewhere, maybe even printed.

"Dad?”

Relief washes over you, but there's also this tinge of apprehension creeping in. You glance over to find Rafe at the doorway, shirtless, his hair tousled and catching the light in a way that accentuates its natural dark blonde strands.

"Ah, Rafe," Ward greets him smoothly, voice dripping with feigned sincerity, “Arrived earlier from the London trip. Nice to meet your…friend, by the way.”

Rafe's eyes dart back and forth between you and his father, a glint of suspicion coloring his expression. "Everything okay?" he asks, his tone cautious, as if he already senses bullshit.

Ward dismisses his inquiry with a casual wave of his hand, slipping effortlessly back into his polished facade. "Just a little chat, son," he replies smoothly, his voice dripping with insincere charm. "Nothing for you to fret about."

But Rafe's focus remains fixed on you, a silent plea for truth lingering in his gaze. You swallow hard, torn between shielding Rafe from the harsh reality you were both dragged into and the urge to expose his father's shady bullshit. Yet, with Ward's threats looming over you like a dark cloud, you can't risk it, not when it could destroy everything you've fought so hard to keep. You can’t lose your job.

“Well, you kids have fun. I’m off to the office today, enjoy.”

Once he’s out of the room, Rafe rushes to your side, reaching for your hand, “Sorry about him,” his grip tightens, his thumb tracing soothing circles on the back of your hand. "I'm used to it," he murmurs, a bitter edge to his voice, "But you don’t have to."

“It’s okay,” you assure him, lying through your teeth, “He’s just worried about you.”

“Yeah…Just ignore him, please,” his head leans down, resting atop of yours, “Don’t want him to scare you away.”

You take a deep breath, you want to tell him everything, to reveal the truth about his father's manipulation and your own role in it, but the words stick in your throat, suffocated by fear and uncertainty.

"I'm not going anywhere," you say softly, squeezing his hand reassuringly, "Just got here, remember?”

Rafe's grip tightens, "Good, ‘cause I still got take you on a date.”

A smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you meet his gaze, seeing the hope and anticipation reflected in his beautiful eyes. "I'd love to," you reply, your voice soft. He has you eating out the palm of his hands, it’s embarassing. 

Rafe's smile widens, a spark of excitement lighting up his features. "Great," he says, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm, "How about dinner tonight? Just the two of us."

“Yeah. Just the two of us.”

Rafe's grin widens, and he squeezes your hand affectionately. "It's a date then.”

Maybe there’s still a chance to make things right.