#(and a questionable type in pretty boys >>')

[yourstrulyrani]

on my period and thinking and how husband!john price would be the type of man to indulge his gorgeous woman in retail therapy during this time of the month. (also thank you all for 800 followers, i'm so grateful for every single one of you and it makes my heart swell to know that you guys enjoy my blog & my writing ♡)

husband!john who takes you to victoria's secret on your period because he knows it's your favorite store. he sees the way you go to the mail and save the coupons they send you for later.

husband!john who furrows his eyebrows in frustration when you look up at him and ask, "how much can i spend?" with your pretty doe eyes. he scoffs at the question and dismisses it with a, "spend as much as you want, pretty girl" and a kiss on your cheek.

husband!john who surprisingly doesn't feel out of place at vs like most guys with their women. he thinks to himself that men like that are not men but little boys, immature and pathetic. he's by your side the whole time throughout the store, a hand on the small of your back as you look around. he thinks you'd look good in everything and voices his opinion about what would look good on you, but he lets you take the lead.

husband!john who licks his lips when you finally pick up the first thing you want: a blush pink babydoll nightgown. lace adorns the neckline, and all john can think about is seeing you in it and then right after stripping it off your body. when you ask him, "how is this?" all he can manage is an approving nod, a palm sliding down from his nose to his beard, scratching it to control his urge to take you right then and there.

husband!john who lets you scour the store without the need to carry any of the things you're about to buy, that's what he is here for anyway. you're already on your period and he needs you to be as comfortable as possible. when you offer a hand to carry the bag, he shakes his head, "i got it, baby. just keep shopping, okay?"

husband!john who sees the worry in your eyes at the register when you look at the total. you know that john lets you spend as much as your heart desires, but you always feel a little guilty. you're even more guilty because of your hormones so you tug the end of his shirt's sleeve and offer to put some things back to cut the total down a little but he shakes his head reassures you, "if my money isn't being spent on you, then consider it a waste." he holds your hand and squeezes it three times for "i love you" as he slides his card into the reader.

husband!john who drives to a food place after the shopping trip because he knows how dizzy shopping makes you sometimes and now your endless cravings add on to it. he feeds you with one hand while rubbing your stomach with the other, making sure that like always, you're as comfortable as possible.

(i literally love vs and i CANNOT WAIT to drain my man's bank account with weekly shopping trips because of it MWAHAHA)

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sam winchester x harvelle!reader CW mention of pining, brief mention of john + his death, dean appearances, ellen is reader’s mother, smut, oral (m!receiving), semi public sex, reader works late shifts, set around 2x03-2x04, praise, established rls, first meeting flashbacks, dirty talk, size difference (if you squint), teasing, etc.

wc, 1.3k, 16+ recommended. proofread.

m.list

Both names, Winchester and Harvelle— carried a title, not just for skills but also because of the past between the two.

When John died, Sam managed to dig up a voicemail from a woman named Ellen Harvelle from his cellphone. She claimed she had news on where the yellow-eyed demon had been lurking. Intrigued, Sam found his courage to ask Dean if they could check it out. After everything that had happened, they needed good news.

That was when he ran into you. After being hit on the back of the head with a shotgun, he managed to get a good look at you. He towered over you yet you still held a fierce look in your dark irises. ‘She was tough’ he thought, there was no mistaking the skill you held with just a single hit. You caught him perfectly off guard.

The woman they’d been looking for was your mother, Dean tried to send a pick-up line your way but you immediately shot him down. Earning a small chuckle out of the taller one’s mouth. You stood your ground, he liked that. Sam wasn’t stupid enough to get close to you with your mother around, especially not the first day he ran into you. It wasn’t just so he didn’t get his hand swatted but also just a sign of respect.

— That was a month ago and Sam was glad to say he’d gotten a real chance to get to know you. Thankfully, with the approval of your mother despite her hesitation, which he completely understood. He knew his father and brother didn’t have the best reputation among hunters, hell, he didn’t either. He was just grateful he gained Ellen’s trust, the same with yours.

Dean had teased you both mercilessly, even though he had to admit you two were a cute pair. Now, he usually swung them both by the bar after a hunt. Today, they ran into another hunter, Gordon Walker. It was safe to say the hunt was gruesome. In different aspects. Sam was sure you were aware of what happened, your mother wasn’t the type to keep those things from you. Especially when the boys ran into trouble.

On your side of the table, you tried your absolute best to not fall for the doe-eyed boy. The eldest was off the table for sure, you weren’t a huge fan of Dean’s cheesy advances. Eventually, you did. Finding yourself swooning over the younger brother who looked at you the same way he did when he first saw you. Gazing at you as if his whole world had lit up. And honestly, it did.

Sam never understood why you fell for him and not Dean, he wasn’t going to question though. He was in no way jinxing it. But, you didn’t. You had eyes for the tallest brother and he returned them. Sam didn’t think he’d ever been so red in his life every time he looked at you.

After the vamp nest, the Impala finally came to a stop outside of your bar. Except this time, he didn’t stop the car, Dean just looked over at Sam with a knowing look.

“Dude, don’t-“ Dean chuckled, shaking his head slightly. Sam was ready to say something else but he didn’t finish. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, Sammy. And I'm not third-wheeling again, especially not tonight. Now c’mon, man. Don’t make Baby run out of gas.” Sam rolled his eyes but he didn’t miss the way his lips curled into a soft smile.

As much as he was tired, he wouldn’t ever miss seeing those pretty eyes light up when he walked through the door. The bell chimed when he pushed on the handle, it was quieter tonight. Not full of any gamblers, hunters, just… silent. Except for the sound of the AC.

There you were, frame bent over the counter as you handled a rag— Wiping down the high chairs that stood proudly at the bar. Ellen wasn’t in view, that helped ease the tension on his shoulders for sure. She probably didn’t want Sam interrupting the night shift anyway, especially not after a hunt. She was probably attending to something upstairs.

When you looked up at Sam with wide, excited eyes, he couldn’t resist pulling you into his arms.

“Are you closing up soon or-“ He was silenced by the press of your lips against his own, his hands immediately finding purchase on your waist. Sam froze for a minute but he melted into the embrace. He could feel the ghost of your smile and it was contagious enough for a laugh to escape his throat.

Sam didn’t have time to process what happened or how it happened. All he knew was one moment he was in the entrance, the next he was behind the bar— in the back rooms as you knelt down in front of him. He hissed feeling your fingertips sliding under his polo, “Fuck, what are you doing, baby? You wanna do this here? Right now?” as much as Sam hesitated, he didn’t stop your wandering hands. He was sure you needed it, he knew how long the days got.

“Please, Sam, please.. I’ve been working all day, I need this. You know how tired I get…” Damn it, you knew he couldn’t say no to that. He let his digits slip into your locks while you worked on his jeans. Popping the button and sliding the zipper down with practiced ease. This wasn’t the first time you’d both done this, just never here. Never where anyone could hear or see. But you didn’t seem to care, so, Sam didn’t worry about it.

The first swipe of your tongue had him gritting his teeth, he felt the way his arousal slid onto your tongue so easily. One of your hands stayed at the base of him while your other held onto his thigh for support. Then, he was feeling the warmth of your mouth.

You were making a mess all over him and it took every ounce of Sam’s self control not to hold your head there. He was sure you’d do it yourself if you wanted. Your moans vibrated around his length, sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine. His hips twitched weakly once he was at the back of your throat, Sam could feel every inch. Every time your throat constricted, a fresh spurt of precum leaked from his tip. “Shit, you needed it, huh? That’s my girl, fuck, so good like that…”

His hand that was threaded in your hair tightened, tugging at the strands as his hips bucked in voluntarily. His body was seeking you out, searching for the sweet release it knew you could provide. Sam was teetering on the edge and he wouldn’t be for long.

Your hand squeezed and pumped along the length of his cock, earning choked groans from the man above you. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, your eyes fluttering shut. At this point, the only thing you knew, that you could think of— was his cock. How he shuddered and mewled at the slick glide of your lips along his flesh.

“god, ‘m gonna cum… fuck, you gonna let me cum? let me cum on those pretty lips?” he was mumbling nonsense but he was coherent enough for you. His pants and heavy breaths were the only thing to be heard in the storage room, besides the lewd noise of his cock stuffed down your throat. Sam didn’t hold back this time, holding the back of your head so you were pressed against him. Forcing you to take every inch as his hips jerked and stuttered.

“shit, shit- oohh, god. That’s it, honey… that’s my girl. Swallow it down f’ me, yeah?” He was whining at this point. Once his release crashed over, Sam was a different man. Whimpering, groaning, all of the above once he had you stuffed full. The sight was too beautiful to miss.

Sam released you slowly as his orgasm started to subside, his mouth still hung open as he came back to reality.

Fuck, how was he supposed to leave you alone tonight? He prayed Dean wouldn’t complain in the morning once he got the call.

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[rafetopia]

𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧

- 𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!bsf!reader

genre: fluff & smut -> 18+ only!

word count: 6k

warnings: smut, protected sex, oral sex (m receiving), mentions and consumption of alcohol (underage drinking for the americans under us) if I forgot anything, pls tell me

summary: u make safe an offer he can't say no to, no matter how dangerous it is for your friendship

It was a pretty summer evening, you were sitting at the bar at the Kildare country club, sipping on your favorite drink, a caipirinha. The barkeeper didn’t really care about IDs as long as the tip was good and you always paid high. You were scrolling through your phone, trying to catch up with your friends' group chat, when you recognized a voice behind you. Well, three voices to be exact: Kelce, Topper, and Rafe, your best friend since childhood. Normally you’d join them, but after Kelce walked in on you and his brother last week, you rather stayed where you were and hoped they wouldn’t see you. Unfortunately, your fears soon became true when Topper opened his mouth.

“Rafe, isn’t that (Y/N)?” 

“What?” He asked, before following his finger that pointed at the bar. “Oh, yeah… I guess.” 

“You guys, that reminds me, I forgot to tell you but guess who I caught Jason with last week!” Kelce exclaimed, almost excited. 

And there it was. 

“No, you didn’t!” Topper yelled out. “Rafe, did you know about this?” 

“No Topper, I didn’t know about this and would you shut the fuck up, not everyone needs to know about this you asshole!”

“What, don’t you guys tell each other everything?” The blonde one scoffed. 

“She isn’t obligated to tell me everything.” He mumbled quietly, almost impossible for you to hear but you noticed the shift in his voice, as if he was hurt by the fact that you didn’t tell him. 

They probably thought that you couldn’t hear them, due to the AirPods in your ears but that was just one of the many reasons u went with the Pro Model instead of the normal ones.

“That makes me realize, it’s been a long ass time since I had some pussy…” Kelce groaned at his own realization, making the other two roll their eyes. 

“When did you?” 

“Last month.”

“It’s the third, Kelce.” 

“I know.” He smirked, causing the other two to chuckle.

“Kelce, no one wants to know about your dirty sex life,” Rafe stated. 

“Topper does. Besides, you’re just jealous.” 

“Jealous?” He scoffed, as he took a sip from his drink, “Why on earth would I be jealous?” 

“Because you don’t get pussy. Like… ever.” 

“Bullshit!” 

“Really?” Kelce questioned, raising an eyebrow. “When was the last time? And who?” 

“Kelce…” Topper tried to intervene in order to save the mood but he was cut off by Rafe. 

“Saturday. After your party and by the way, you run your mouth, you’ll never know who.” Rafe answered before he got up and took his drink.

“Oh come on! Don’t leave me hanging like this!” The other boy pleaded, “Where are you going?” 

“Away.” 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at what you just witnessed. You didn’t like how the conversation had upset him, but at the same time, you thought it was funny how easily boys got upset by topics like this. You finished your drink and turned your attention back to your phone since you weren’t interested in what Kelce and Topper had to discuss now. 

You had just ordered yourself another drink when you noticed someone taking the chair beside you. 

“One beer please.” He ordered, sliding a twenty dollar bill over the counter. 

He then turned to you, took out your airpod, and plugged it into his ear. 

“Nothing?” He scoffed, before handing it back to you. 

You just shrugged your shoulders and smiled innocently. 

“Were you eavesdropping on me?” 

“On you, and the girlfriends? Hell nah.” You chuckled. 

He watched, as you slurped from your drink, and typed something into what he assumed was your friend's group chat but as much as he tried to believe you, he couldn’t help but think of the possibility that you did hear them. 

“Cam.” 

“Hm?” 

“Stop staring at me, you creep, and drink your beer.”

“I’m not staring.”

“Yes, you are.” 

“Fine. I’ll stop staring when you stop calling me that.” 

“Never.” 

“Then I’ll never stop staring.” He grinned, as he took another sip from his beer, causing you to roll your eyes.

You were right, he was staring. How couldn’t he? You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. He’d thought that way when he was six years old and first saw you, moving into the house next to Topper and he still thought that way, fourteen years later when you were sitting at the bar next to him. 

“Cam?” 

“Hm?”

“Why didn’t you tell him the truth?”

He gave you a look of confusion, not knowing what you could’ve meant by that question. “What do you mean?” He asked, as he took another sip of his beer, before nervously waiting for you to elaborate.

“That you’re still a virgin.” 

He tried to hide his surprise but failed miserably when he sent the contents of his mouth all over the bar counter. Suddenly, he felt a feeling of nervousness spreading through him, consuming every single nerve of his body. 

“What makes you think that?” He asked as he reached for the tissue the bartender handed him. “I’m not… I’m not a virgin…” He whispered, “I’ve had sex before.”

“Really?” You chuckled in disbelief, as you eyed the boy in front of you, who tried to desperately clean himself up, while panic spread through his eyes. “Then why did you lie to them?” 

“Lied? What makes you think I lied?”

“Because you were with me last Saturday after the party you dumbass and I know for sure that I kept my clothes on that night.” 

“Hm.” 

“Hm.” 

“But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“It doesn’t.” You agreed, taking another sip from your drink.

“Then what makes you think I never did it?” 

“Because, Rafe Cameron, I've known you since you were six years old and you have been my best friend ever since. I know everything about you. Hell, you tell me everything. And don’t say you don’t, because you told me when you masturbated for the first time and Ward and your grandparents walked in on you and you were so frightened and embarrassed that you couldn’t control yourself and your sperm-”

“Sheesh okay, okay I get it!” He exclaimed, slamming his hand onto your mouth to keep you from brabbling out the most embarrassing moment of his life. “You know me.” 

“I do. Now what I wanted to say was, that you always tell me everything. But you never told me about any girls. Sure that crush you had on Rachel Morgan in seventh grade but that doesn’t count. You never even told me about your first kiss.” You paused, as realization hit you. “Wait, did you even-”

“Yes!” He exclaimed quicker than he could finish your sentence. “Yes, I’ve had my first kiss, you chatterbox…” 

You eyed him for a second, trying to figure out if he was lying or not but decided to believe him. For now.

“See, I knew you were eavesdropping before!”

“Of course I was.” You grinned. “But now, don’t change the subject. Why did you never do it?”

“Do we really have to talk about this? Here?” 

“Yes. Now answer my question.” 

“No.” 

“Fine.” 

And with that, it was over, as you didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he visibly was already. You continued talking about other stuff, like what he did today and how you had to help your little brother with his school project because he had been too busy making out with his new girlfriend. You also talked about summer plans and if you wanted to go on vacation together but the air around the two of you was different. It turned into that thing that you couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard you tried to. 

It also brought another idea into your head, one that you couldn’t let go of even though you knew how bad it was. So bad, it could ruin your friendship and yet, it didn’t stop you from making the potentially biggest mistake of your life. 

“I gotta go now, my mom’s cooking lasagna and I can’t miss that.”

“Sure.” 

You grabbed your phone and bag, before hopping down from the bar stool. You wanted to turn around and just leave but something inside of you, made you stop by his side.

“You know…” You whispered into his ear, “You don’t have to stay a virgin. I can help you in that department. Think about it.” And with that you turned around and left the island club, leaving a speechless Rafe Cameron behind.

He would lie if he said he never thought about it. He’d thought about it almost every time he saw you, since you were seventeen. It started when you told him that your crush Jason Parker took your virginity after he’d asked you out on a date. The two of you dated for approximately five days before you found him sticking his tongue into Allison Taylor, your best friend back then. He’d found you crying in your room after you didn’t come to school that day. 

It broke his heart, seeing you like this and it was from that moment on that he knew, he’d treat you better than any other guy ever would. And he was right. Since that day you’ve had your fair share of meaningless nights with several different guys and Rafe was always there to pick up the pieces. But after a while, you’d stopped caring. You stopped craving more than they were able to give and put yourself first. Because in the end, when you craved that type of love and affection, you’d always find some in Rafe's arms. 

It wasn’t that he never had the chance to do it, there were plenty of chances but none of them felt right. None of those girls that offered themselves made him feel good, none were able to bring him into the mood and after a while, he just stopped trying. 

But with you, with you, It could be different he thought, because he knew you. He knew with you, it wouldn’t be just a meaningless fling to get it over with. He took another sip from his beer before he pulled out his phone and opened his messages, your chat, to be exact. 

He wanted to agree and say yes, but somehow his finger always deleted the message as soon as he typed it out. It wasn’t that he wasn’t sure if he wanted to do it, it was more that a part of him wasn’t quite sure if you’d been serious earlier. He was nervous, but he’d never get his answer if he didn’t ask. He knew he wanted to ask you but it wasn’t until later that evening when he finally found the courage to type out the words.

“Soo… where you serious?” 

“About what?” You responded, but Rafe knew goddamn well that you knew what he was talking about, and that you’d sit in front of your phone, smiling about the fact that you’d make him type it out. 

“Come on, you know what I mean…”

“…” 

“Goddamnit, (Y/N)…”

“Would you do it? With me?” 

He was sitting on his bed, waiting anxiously for your response, expecting it to take ages but to his surprise, your answer came faster than his screen went out.

“Yes.” 

He didn’t realize it, but the second he read those three magic letters, a smile crept over his face, a smile so big it almost touched his ears.

“If you want to.” 

“I do.” 

“When?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“I am.” 

And with that, it was settled. You were coming over tomorrow for your traditional movie night, always on the first Saturday of every month. You didn’t want it to feel too planned out for him, which was why you didn’t speak about it any further but it was obvious that it would most likely happen then. 

To say he was nervous was an understatement. Rafe wasn’t used to feeling this way, he was barely ever nervous but this was different. He spent hours cleaning his room, he even put on new bed sheets and refilled his room refresher just to make everything perfect. He was pretty satisfied with his work until the thought entered his head that it might feel too forced so he grabbed a few clothes out of his laundry basket and put them back into the corner of his room, to make it feel more “natural”. 

He then took a long and thorough shower, using more soap than he usually did and putting more perfume on than he should’ve, because he wanted to smell extra good for you. He was so nervous and so excited at the same time that his brain almost went blank when he heard the doorbell. He took a deep breath, before heading down the stairs where he almost collided with Wheezie. 

“God, Rafe! Don’t you have eyes?”

“Sorry.”

“Geez you smell worse than a perfumery!” She complained, holding her hand in front of her nose. 

“So bad?” He asked, becoming visibly nervous. “Shit!”

“What are you going on a date?” She giggled, “With who?” 

“None of your business, now let me through!”

“With whom are you going out?” 

Rafe was about to complain when she suddenly turned around and ran down the stairs, towards the front door. Rafe chased after her but didn’t make it in time to open the door before her.

“(Y/N)!” The girl exclaimed, surprised, “You look pretty tonight!” 

“Thank you!” You chuckled with a slight look of confusion on your face. 

“Have fun!” She giggled before she turned around and ran back upstairs.

“Don’t mind her.” 

“Oh I never do, you know I love her.” You smiled softly as you entered the house and pulled him into a close hug. 

You had to hold your breath for a second, not because he smelled bad, he smelled good and you’d always loved his perfume, it was just a little… much. He, however, couldn’t get enough of your scent. He engaged it as deeply as he could, hoping he’d never have to smell anything else. 

You felt his heart pounding against your chest, now his heart had always pounded a little bit stronger when you hugged him but nothing like it did right now. 

“Do you have Ice cream? I’ve been craving Ice cream the whole day but we’re out and can you believe it but they were out at the supermarket as well.” You brabbled away, sending a smile over his face. “That’s why I hate this hot weather, you know? Also, I never know what to wear.”

“Sweetheart, you live in the Outer Banks…”

“I know.” You grinned, as you opened the door of his freezer. “But I'll always be a New York girl at heart.”

“Look in the top one.” He suggested as you rummaged through every other drawer. 

“Strawberry-Yogurt? Oh my god, I love you, Rafe Cameron!” You exclaimed, sending a warm feeling through his stomach. 

He turned around and handed you two bowls and a spoon before he turned around to get two small ones as well. 

He knew how much you loved ice cream, especially that flavor, which was why he made sure he’d always have some in case you were craving it. It always sent a smile across his face, when he made you happy and it was such an easy thing to do. You grew up rich, just like him but you never cease to appreciate the small things in life, something that he’d always admired about you. 

You grabbed the bowls and sprinted upstairs, making it hard for the boy behind you to keep up. You got out of your sneakers and jumped onto his bed. 

“What do you wanna watch?” He asked as he laid himself beside you and scrolled through his smart TV. 

“It’s your turn to pick Cam.” You mumbled through your mouth full of ice cream. “Just nothing too cheesy.”

“I never pick something cheesy.” 

“You wanted to watch Twilight last time.”

“Because I have never seen it before! I didn’t know what it was about…” He chuckled. “Besides, you always complain about my picks, no matter what I choose.

“Hmmm, keep telling that to yourself. And besides, not true.” You giggled. “Now here eat your ice cream before it melts.”

“You’d eat it before that happens.” 

“True.” 

He softly shook his head as he let out another soft chuckle before typing something into the TV. 

“We’re the Millers?” You raised an eyebrow, “seriously?”

“See!” He laughed, “Here pick something yourself!” He added as he handed you the remote.

“No, no we’re watching this.” 

“Okay.” He smiled and pressed play. He then finally started to touch his already half-melted ice cream and you scooted closer to him, so you could rest your head on his shoulder. 

The two of you had always done it like this but somehow, everything you did or said today, let his heart beat faster. The movie was nice and you almost choked on your water twice, besides the fact that you were skeptical at first. 

As soon as it was over you jumped up and headed to the bathroom, while Rafe went down and got something to drink. He knew that if it would happen tonight, then most likely soon which made his heart beat even faster than it already was. He decided he wanted to cool down a little bit, which was why he picked up a bottle of cherry-flavored whiskey and two classes, before heading back upstairs. He was about to pour himself a drink when he suddenly felt a soft hand on his shoulder. 

“Don’t.” You said softly, causing him to turn around. You saw the questioning look on his face, which made you elaborate. “I know you’re nervous, baby… but you don’t want to be intoxicated for this.”

“It’s… it’s just one drink.” 

“Trust me.” You smiled, “Do you want this? Are you ready? We can wait if you want to.” 

“No.” He whispered, as he softly pulled away a strain of hair that had fallen into your face. “I don’t wanna wait.” 

With that, he leaned in, carefully and still a little bit unsure if you really wanted this but when he saw the sparkle in your eyes when you looked at him he knew he couldn’t resist. He placed his hand on your hips, as the other one still held your face before pulling you closer to him until your lips finally touched. The kiss started, soft and careful, as if he needed to test the waters first but as soon as you kissed him back, it grew more and more passionate. 

He had thought about this moment for a long time now, but the reality was better than anything he ever could’ve imagined. Your lips were soft and tasted like strawberries, due to the lip balm you always carried around with you. 

You put your arms around his neck and let your hand stroke through his hair, something you’d always loved doing. He slowly let his hand wander down your waist, until he stopped at your ass, causing you to smirk against his lips. 

You slowly pulled away from the kiss and looked into his eyes, asking one last time if he was sure he wanted to do this. As soon as he gave you a nod, you grabbed the ends of his shirt and pulled it off his arms, as he put them up for support. You then turned around, signaling him to pull down the sipper of your dress. He was left speechless, the second it fell off your shoulders and revealed your body. He took a few seconds to take everything in. 

His eyes traveled down from your lips to your tits, which were hidden in a beautiful black lace bra, which revealed just enough to feed on his imagination of what would hide beneath it. His eyes then traveled further down to a rose tattoo on your rips, just beneath your boobs. You had quite a few tattoos, some he knew of, mostly because he was the one accompanying you to your appointment, but others, he had never seen before. Like the small date written in Roman numerals, just above the lace of your matching thong. He didn’t know what it meant but it didn’t matter. He was so amazed by your beauty, he forgot about time. You thought it was adorable how his eyes were fixated on your body, almost as if he was afraid to look at anything else. 

It was you, who brought him back to reality when you placed your Index finger under his chin, gently pushing it up before leaning in for another kiss. You slowly opened his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, before pushing it down his body. You too, needed a second to take everything in. It wasn’t the first time that you’d seen him shirtless, just like it wasn’t the first time that he’d seen you exposed like this since the two of you had spent hundreds of hours at the beach together but it was the first time in a setting like this. You softly caressed his strong shoulders, as you felt his muscles playing beneath your fingertips, while your eyes traveled over his chest down to his abs.

He truly was the most beautiful man you had ever seen and all this time, he had been right in front of you. When you looked up at him, you were met with the prettiest eyes you had ever seen accompanied by the typical Rafe Cameron smirk, the one you loved so damn much. 

Suddenly, you felt this small string of nervousness floating through your body, something you didn’t expect. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you or maybe it was the fact that you were about to be his first, which gave you a great responsibility, in your eyes at least. You wanted it to be perfect, you wanted to be perfect, so it would be a memory he held high in his heart forever. You wanted it to be everything your first time wasn’t, you wanted it to feel like heaven for him. 

He then took your hand and led you to the bed, where he sat down and pulled you on top of him. You placed your lips on his, but this time with more force and passion than before. The second your tongue met his, it became a fight over dominance, one you didn’t expect. You were even more surprised, when he opened your bra in one try, as if it was nothing. 

That’s talent. You thought to yourself, before pulling it off completely and letting it fall on the floor. Now if you thought he was stunned before, then he was hypnotized now. He let his thumbs travel over your nipples, sending shivers down your spine since they’d always been your soft spot. Especially after you got them pierced a few months ago, everything was intensified and he knew that. Soon, he replaced his thumbs with his mouth, which caused you to moan out loud. You let your head fall back and closed your eyes, as you enjoyed every single second of it. 

Your hands traveled through his hair, gripping tight every time he softly nipped on them, careful not to hurt you. His tongue sent shivers through your spine, making you crave him more and more with every second that passed. You started slow movements on his lap, intensifying them with every move until you felt his hardened erection pressing against your folds. You knew that he wanted more and you were more than happy to give it to him. 

You pulled yourself back up and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, signaling him to look up. When he did, he immediately went in for another kiss, making it hard for you to concentrate. You drew soft lines over his chest until you reached his nipples, which caused his dick to twitch under you. You knew he loved this, the hardened grip on your ass showed you just how much he loved this but when you placed your full hand on his chest you were met with a heartbeat so fast, it was almost worrying.

“God, you're nervous.” You whispered, causing him to look up at you. “But don’t worry baby boy.” You smiled, “Just lean back and relax, I’ve got you.” 

“Okay.” He said and crawled back so he could lay down properly. 

“Good boy. Now close your eyes and relax.” 

You carefully pulled down his boxers and took in the sight in front of you. You felt the saliva in your mouth building up at his erection, a picture that would burn itself in your mind forever. You then leaned down and slowly let your tongue trace over his top, causing Rafe to release a soft moan. 

“That’s right baby, moan for me. Show me what you like.” 

And he did. Every move you made was followed by a moan of his, some softer and some louder. When you took his whole length into your mouth, his hands grabbed the sheet under him, forming fists as he tried not to scream out loud. He had never felt something like this before and it made him go crazy. You let your tongue trace circles around him, as you moved your lips up and down his length. You knew he was getting close, so you stopped. Sure, he might’ve been able to keep going but you didn’t know that and you didn’t want him to miss the best part. 

“Why did you stop?” 

“Because there’s so much more I wanna show you.” 

“I want to make you feel good too…” 

“But you are, baby.” You smiled, “Making you feel good, makes me feel good. Besides, today is all about you.” 

“Then come here.” He said and signaled you to come closer. 

As soon as you were in reach, he grabbed you and pulled you close to him, until he smashed his lips onto yours. This time, he was hungrier and his tongue was stronger, quickly taking over dominance. You loved this side of him, it showed you that he was comfortable and less nervous than before. And you were right. Soon his fingers were tipping around your clit and you were sure he could feel your juice through your panties. In one quick movement, he pushed your thong aside and his index finger into you. You were surprised, to say the least, but couldn’t stop moaning into his mouth. As if he knew what to do, he soon added his middle finger, causing your walls to clench around him. His movements got faster and faster, making it hard for you to concentrate. 

“How does that feel?” He asked as if you were not about to cum on his fingers. 

“Good…. You’re doing so good, baby, please don’t stop.” You were whimpering but barely getting the words out, sending a smirk over his face. You totally lost it when he added his thumb to the party and started tracing circles around your clit. 

Within seconds you reached your high, moaning out his name as he finger fucked you through your orgasm.

“How… how on earth did you…” You whispered, still trying to catch your breath. “How did you know…”

“I’ve read this book…” He stated, leaving you even more speechless. 

“You’ve read this book?” You paused, “You mean porn?” 

“No, an actual book!” He laughed, “Don’t be so surprised! I read sometimes.”

“So many things I didn’t know about you, Rafe Cameron…” You smirked.

“Really? What else didn’t you know?” 

“What an amazing kisser you are, for example.” 

He smirked at your answer, pulling you closer to him. “Say that again…” He mumbled but didn’t leave you any room to do so as he immediately went in to prove your statement. 

And you weren’t lying, he was an amazing kisser. He was very attentive in what he was doing, every little thing you seemed to like he saved into his brain and repeated it at every fitting moment. He let his hands travel down to your ass, where he started to pull down your thong. You went to his assistance when you noticed his struggle, reaching further down your legs. As soon as your panties hit the floor, you went back up to kiss him. 

“Are you…” You mumbled, “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” He whispered, as his arm reached towards his nightstand and pulled out a colorful little package, and handed it to you. “Can you…”

“Sure.” 

You had to do a little bit of hand work before you rolled it over with ease. You then positioned yourself so that you could slide it in easily. As soon as you felt him inside of you, the two of you moaned out loudly, almost synchronized. You knew that he’d feel good, after all, you had eyes but you didn’t expect him to feel that good. 

You took his hands and placed them on your tits, as you started to move. He picked up on it immediately and massaged them, with his thumb tracing over your nipples. You got goosebumps from the way he made you feel but weren’t the only one. 

He had never felt this good before, hell he didn’t even know he was able to ever feel that good. Sure he’d read things or seen them, but he never expected them to feel that way in real life. He never expected you to make him feel like he was in heaven but that’s exactly what you did. The way you moved your hips, the way your hands traced over his chest, as your nails dug into his skin, or the way your tits bounced to the rhythm of your movements. You felt so tight around him as if you were made just for him, and the way his tip reached your spot every time you made him thrust into you as if he was made just for you. As if you were made for each other. 

After a while you leaned down again, looking directly into his beautiful eyes. “Would you be an angel for me and suck them, baby?” You asked, batting your eyes at him. And who would he be to deny you that wish? Without missing a beat, he sat up a little bit and started sucking on your nipples again, just like he did before. 

And again you let your head fall back as he made your eyes roll. He was so careful, not to hurt you and yet managed to bite you so softly, sending shivers down your spine once again. His hands were on your back, holding you close to him, as his nails dug into your skin. You were pretty sure he would leave some marks but you didn’t care. All you wanted to do was to make him feel good, so you started to plant kisses down his neck, first soft ones, before becoming rougher and rougher. 

He’d stopped sucking by now, as he let his head fall to the side to give you better access. 

You moved your tongue up his neck until you reached his ear and started softly nibbling on it, making him moan out loud. He had no idea how good that could feel and that he’d like it so much but oh how he did. Everything you did, he loved, it was like you had opened this whole new world for him.

A world filled with pleasure and fun, filled with all those things he had never experienced and done before and it felt amazing. 

You pushed him back into the mattress of his bed and started to fasten your movements. You grabbed his bed frame for support, as you pounded onto him, with all your fire and strength. He held you by your waist for support, occasionally sliding down to your ass. He wanted to help and support you, but he was scared he’d bring you out of your rhythm. Not that you needed any support, he was already on the edge of cumming. You noticed, by the way, his dick twitched inside of you and the way he bit his lips, that he was close. 

“Don’t hold back for me baby boy, let go for me.” You managed to get out between your moans. “Be a good boy and cum for me.” 

And with that, he let go and he sounded so beautiful doing so. In fact, you were convinced it was the most beautiful thing you’d ever heard. Rafe Cameron had always had trouble keeping himself together but never had to do so when he was with you. With you, he could be himself, he never had to keep up an act and convince everyone around him that he was a good man, a good son, and a worthy heir to his fathers' empire. With you, he could just be himself. 

“That was…” He tried to speak but was still trying to catch his breath. “That was incredible.”

“You were incredible, baby.” You smiled, before carefully getting off his dick, trying not to take the condom with you. You placed a soft kiss on his lips, before asking: “do you want me to take care of this? I need to go to the bathroom anyway.” 

“Me too, love. I’ll just take this. You can go to mine, I'll take the one down the hallway.” He said, before grabbing a clean pair of boxers and disappearing into the hallway. 

When he came back, you were already sitting on his bed, a bag of sweets in your hand. “Want some?” You asked with a mouth full of gummy bears, causing him to laugh. 

“You already know.” 

You handed him the bag and he took out a red strawberry, knowing they were your favorites. 

“Ey, not this one!” You complained, which only animated him to take another one. “So rude!” 

“You know me.” He grinned, making himself comfortable next to you. 

You were already in your sleepwear, a gray tank, and some black shorts, which signaled him that you’d be staying over for the night. You’d done so many times before, in the same bed as him as well but this time it felt different. It made him feel like everything was normal, that you didn’t regret anything, and that you weren’t weirded out by what just happened. 

He crawled under the blanket and turned himself to face you, who was still chewing on some gummy bear. He loved that sight of you, picking around in your bag, desperately looking for some red ones, even though you knew he had probably just eaten the last two. 

“Thank you, you know…” He whispered as if he was still unsure if he wanted to go there. 

“For what?” You grinned, knowing how much it would annoy him. 

“You know exactly, for what!” He chuckled, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Pleasure.” You grinned.

“Now stop eating these, I’m pretty sure you already brushed your teeth!” He grabbed the bag of sweets out of your hand and placed it on his nightstand.

“You are so mean.” 

“I thought we’d established that already.” He grinned, before turning around to turn off the lights. 

He turned back around, where you were already facing him. It was dark in the room but he was still able to see your face through the moonlight. 

“Good night, princess.”

“Good night, Cameron.” You whispered, as you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. 

He then turned around and closed his eyes, trying to relieve every single moment of that night, hoping he’d dream of it. He was about to fall asleep when he heard your voice again. 

“Hey, Cam?” 

“Hm?” 

“Did you put that pile of stinky clothes back there so you won’t look like you tried too hard?”

“No?”

“Oh, you so did.” You chuckled, as u closed your eyes and turned around.

[arrrion]

A Face I Remember II

Senku x GN Reader

This is a continuation (more like an explanation) of my first writing. So I recommend you read that one first!

This is actually what happened before the scene in the first part.

I don't know at what time this is published for you but actually it's like 2 to 3 in the morning for me. Why am I doing this?

I keep publishing at those crazy hours since the beginning...

Anyway, Enjoy!

It all started when your dad got an email.

He was fussing in front of his computer. Your dad was a sweet guy that couldn't say no even if he wasn't of help at all. His school had recently gotten an email from a little boy, or what was supposed to be one, they weren't sure. And because it was a really difficult question for someone this age, they decided not to respond. But your dad felt so bad leaving that boy without nothing. He wasn't the best at this subject but wanted to help.

He typed his answer on the keyboard and erased it, then typed it again and erased it. It could've been like this for hours but you decided to 'help'. You waited for your dad to leave and sat on his comfy chair. You typed a short answer and sent it. Now this boy won't be bothering your dad. He wasn't that happy when he saw what you did.

Neither was Senku when his hopes were crashed by a small text.

→ '_Stop bothering my father, you idiot.'

He wasn't going to respond to that but Taiju wasn't happy with it. He immediately responded to you with another text.

→ '_DON'T SAY MY BEST FRIEND IS AN IDIOT, IT'S MEAN!'

You actually didn't understand what he said because Taiju didn't know a single word of English. Your dad translated for you and you started to talk with the boys, your poor dad typing for you.

You don't know when, but you three started to be friends. You would pester your dad to type for you. Your dad was happy that you made friends, even if they weren't in America.

You didn't go to school. Your mother took care of your education, even though she wasn't a teacher. Your father was responsible for explaining the more difficult subjects to you. And even though you never went to school, you were pretty smart. You picked things up quickly. But because you stayed at home all day, you felt really lonely, without realizing. Ever since you could walk, you always built things. Starting with Lego. And now at ten you were building mini robots that did simple action. You loved to repair or recycle the electronics. Your mom was delighted when you repaired her vacuum. And your dad never had to buy a new coffee machine.

And of course you started to share your creations with Senku and Taiju. The boys were amazed, asking you to build things they made up. Taiju asked you if you could show him an automatic robot, and you did. It was just walking by itself and shooting but damn was it cool!

For his part, Senku sent you the results and his progress on his rocket. You were amazed too.

And as you grew up with them, you learned Japanese. It was starting to be awkward to ask your dad.

But then, something unexpected happened. Your mom passed away and you had to move with your grandma while your dad was trying his best at work. It wasn't something you hadn't anticipated as your mom was sicker than the day before everyday. You hadn't anticipated to have no internet though. Your grandma was a strong woman who still lived back in the old days. You didn't mind, you were always crafting things and had never really spent a lot of time on social media. The problem was that you had no way to communicate with your best friends anymore.

When you never replied to his messages, Senku guessed what happened. You had told him already about your mom and the fact you will live with your granny when she's gone.

He was sad, of course, but he believed you would meet one day.

And then petrification happened.

You woke up by yourself and started crafting again. You encountered Chelsea while randomly searching for a tree where your new home would be.

You actually could've read the panel that told you which way to go but, actually you were always looking up so you just missed it. Chelsea told you where to go and you just followed.

Then what happened was in part 1.

Bonus :

After joining the kingdom of science, you immediately started to craft again. It was really useful to have you around.

Then, one night, while everyone was asleep. You were looking at the sky when two figures joined you.

"Whatcha looking at, crazy mechanic?" Senku Ishigami, the boy you started hating but finally the one closest to you.

"Hey! Don't call them that! It's mean!" Taiju Oki, the 'It's mean' guy. Actually the sweetest man on earth.

You stayed silent. You knew if you looked at them, you would cry. Actually you were already crying. Now that you had processed all the situations everyone was in, you finally could think of the fact you just met your best friends for years in person. Your shoulders started trembling.

"I can't believe we spent all those years talking through a screen and now, after being stuck in stone, we are finally together, fleeing from a crazy military." You adjust your posture, now leaning over the front of the boat.

"Yeah skip the part where a crazy military is chasing us and it's quite poetic." Both his hands on his hips, tears at the crick of his eyes. While Taiju is already crying, loudly. You exhale and turn to look at them.

"I know you are not a hugger, Senku, but could we do those big hugs, the three of us?" Senku sighed with a smile. And he did one step, Taiju didn't wait to take the both of you in his arms. Your hands reached for both their backs while Senku just didn't move.

You felt all your childhood memories with them fill in front of your eyes.

Bonus 2:

In the back, Kohaku looks at the three of you, a soft smile on her lips. And Gen was manipulating the others, trying his best to keep the curious eyes out of the way, quickly helped by a Tsukasa with tearful eyes.

And then they all freeze when the sweet moment is broken by the yell of Senku.

"TAIJU YOUR BREAKING MY BONES, YOU MEATHEAD!"

With all the ideas I have written, I think this reader is the closest to the oc I could've made.

Anyways, I feel nostalgic too when I think of the fact 'A Face I Remember' is the first idea I wrote and actually published :')

See you soon !

[acaciapines]

I hope you realise that your latest fic "like a car off a cliff" is now permanently burned into my gray matter and won't ever go away as long as I live. I mean this in the best possible way of course - I'm probably gonna go back and read it when I calm down a little because oh my word what a phenomenal story you've written.

Anyhow, I wanted to ask a question about the backstory of this particular fic. We know how Kris and Ralsei met in this continuity, and that she was eventually able to escape her home situation thanks to them, but I'm wondering what it was that made them want to try and have a relationship together. There's something about the fact that these two characters, who in this continuity aren't suited to romance at all, were at least willing to try it together that strikes me as very poignant. Essentially I'm asking - what was it you think they saw in each other which made them want to try for that?

Hope this makes sense - like I said, your writing kinda fried my brain a little bit with how good it was, so if I'm rambling incoherently here I apologise! XD

proud for my fic to live rent free in your head forever <3 always feel free to drop an ask about it No Matter How Long It Has Been. i love to yap.

and of course! uh, the real reason is that both of them were sort of like. i guess this is just what you do, and they were closer to each other than anybody else (kris and ralsei meet when they're ~12ish and continue to meet up until theyre 14, which is when ralsei leaves). basically they saw all their friends getting together and talking about romance and crushes and then susie and noelle got together and its like. oh we're the other two members of the friend group we should do that too right. and thus they did. think like the high school dance is approaching and theyre like oh shit hey wanna go together. and this is how it starts njgkdfg

but ALSO in terms of a romantic relationship they're actually very safe for each other lol, bc neither of them really....want any of that? so for them dating was literally no different from being friends, which is why they sort of didnt. acknowledge that maybe they didnt want to be in a romantic relationship for so long. it only became weird in the context of society! but if its just the two of them they're doing pretty well.

basically theyre both aromantic <3 we love this for them.

hope that helped!!! theres a lot of like. backstory thought that i never put explicitly on the page for this one so, uh. feel free to ask more about this 'verse! it was real fun to translate into 'reality' aka without the dark worlds, cause those are so important to how i interpret these characters yknow.

[mars-ipan]

hi what's your favorite characters outside of dangan

ooh i actually have a good few!

from ace attorney: maya fey, franziska von karma, trucy wright, apollo justice, klavier gavin (when will capcom free my man from the narrative basement </3)

there’s also pearl and marina from splatoon. pearl in particular is my fav i love me a little goblin woman. i’m a big fan of frye too

when i was sick before i was hospitalized i ended up binge watching the whole first season of jjk as well as watching jjk0. there’s a lot of really good characters in there but i think my favs are mahito (smiley insane white haired bitches will forever haunt me unfortunately! i’ve actually been like this my whole life i liked the smiley kid with the stitches in tokyo ghoul too), gojo (1- duh, 2- see previous parentheses), megumi, mai and maki (i’m such a sucker for a good twin narrative), and ummm. oh god i forget his name. the cursed speech user who only speaks in onigiri ingredients. i think he’s really kind and i like him a lot :)

sailor uranus is my favorite sailor scout for several reasons (when i learned megumi ogata voices her i nearly lost my mind bc what do you mean my favorite character is also my favorite character. this is what solidified her as my fav va of all time btw.) that said i am also a STARK chibiusa defender the writing fucked her over it’s not her fault. calling her evil version “black lady” sure was a localization choice though

my favorite pokemon rival is barry :] i think he’s endearing and i like watching him grow. plus his competitiveness is really fun to me

ummm in dunmeshi my big 3 favs are chilchuck, marcille, and izutsumi! that said i’m also a big kabruhead and while i don’t know his character that well at all bc i’m an anime only i AM deeply fascinated by mithrun (i think he’s hot. head in hands komaeda changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same). i like thistle a lot too i think he’s got a swagful gender

there we go. proof that there’s room for more in my head than just danganronpa. that was probably good for me to do tbh get some variety in here for a second

[iamonlyhereforthefreefood]

In middle school my friend would get all these crushes on androgynous or feminine guys and I would make fun of her and of the guys she likes...

And now I am fully like "I think the appeal of this man is kinda that he looks like a woman"

[great-master-airplane]

Why do you like Sigma?

I'm trying really hard to give a satisfying answer to this, but the problem is that I don't entirely know. Do people usually know why they like characters? My brain just sort of latched onto him without meaning to, and now he's one of my favorites. From my perspective, there aren't many reason not to like him. I just do.

If you're looking for a deeper explanation, I suppose I also see a bit of myself in him, more than I'd care to admit. Writing him feels nice because I can get into his head easily, and he has a fun dynamic with so many other characters.

I'm also intrigued about his role in bsd and what his place in the narrative really is because so far, he really hasn't had one. His origins are still something of a mystery to even him, and all he wants is to find that place where he belongs. I'm invested in him, the journey he has taken and the one I hope he still has left.

[dnpvtw]

[ID: Three photos of a magazine. Image one: the front cover of Your Ex magazine, featuring Dan and Phil posing side by side.

Image two: a page spread with four photos that feature Dan and Phil posing side by side, where they have a neutral expression, smiles, are flipping the camera off, and are pointing and laughing at the camera respectively. In the middle of the photos, a caption reads: "Dan & Phil: A Wholesome Influence".

Image three: A magazine article with a byline that reads: "The UK YouTube stars sit down with YOUR ex to discuss instant chemistry, their relationship status and surviving a homophobic online gaming world."

The content of the article reads: "Their last tour was the biggest world tour a duo of YouTubers had ever embarked on. After a content-creating hiatus, Dan and Phil returned to YouTube for more heartwarming gay chemistry and gags, plus an even more ambitious world tour that brings them to Auckland this December! Talking to Oliver Hall, they reflect on where it all began.

Hall: When you met in 2009, how quickly did you know you wanted to collaborate, and was your chemistry instant?

P: We kind of met with the intent to collaborate!

D: Which was a huge risk. I was literally a stranger from the internet. I could have axe-murdered him - or worse, just been a flop person to collab with.

P: I think the chemistry was pretty instant, as our first ever video together was the iconic 'Phil is not on fire' cat whisker Q&A.

D: Your faves could never.

Hall: You both came out as gay in respective YouTube videos in June 2019. How long had you been planning that for, and what inspired it in June of that year?

D: I literally only decided it was finally time to confront my sexuality in 2018. I felt like I couldn't function any more in my life until I dealt with it, as the inauthenticity was holding back every part of me. It took me literally months of writing a script to work through my own feelings regarding that sexuality, and June was my deadline!

P: I don't yap as much as Dan, so I didn't take that long - but it was amazing to finally be open about that part of my life with pride, and I instantly felt I could be myself, and we know it meant so much to people online too.

Hall: Do you feel your followers have treated you any differently since coming out?

D: It hit different.

P: It definitely did, but the support was amazing! I'm sure for some people it might have been an unexpected plot twist... but if they had a problem with it, oh well, bye!

D: We have created an incredibly inclusive community where people of all identities feel welcome, and it makes me shed a single tear from my cold, dead heart - as it's the kind of vibe I wish I had when I was younger.

Hall: DanAndPhilGAMES has been one of your most popular YouTube channels with over 3 million subscribers at its peak, suggesting there was a gap in the market for LGBTQ+ gaming content. Do you feel 'gaymers' are catered for now?

P: Sometimes we try to think who the other biggest queer YouTubers, or more specifically gamers are, and suddenly we realise, in the club of biggest ever internet personalities, it's disturbingly uncommon!

D: We love gaming and reluctantly identify as gamers, but they gotta be one of the mustiest demographics of humans if we're stereotyping. To be able to make content around one of our favorite pastimes - and do it with our unhinged, inherently gay humour - is honestly an act of defiance we're proud to continue.

Hall: Do you think the gaming community has become less homophobic in the years since you started that channel?

D: It has. It's not exactly perfect yet - but we have to be honest about how much worse it used to be.

P: Social media lets people find their own communities, so rather than being chucked in a CoD (Call of Duty) lobby to fight for your life, people can join queer gaming discord communities or make friends on Twitter (X), and that's amazing!

Hall: The two of you have lived together since 2011. How do you avoid getting on each other's nerves when you create so much content together as well?

D: We avoid getting on each other's nerves?

P: We spend way too much time together. It's not normal.

D: If we had more friends and liked going outside, we could have some healthier separation, but damn, RIP us.

Hall: You have been creating content together for well over a decade, how do you keep that content fresh?

P: The gay awakening certainly helped. It was like flipping a brown rug over and seeing a rainbow underneath.

D: It's a new era of 'Dan and Phil' on YouTube where we're all older, most of us are some kind of gayer and we don't really GAF (give a f**k) - we're enjoying it a lot, and we can tell for our audience it's been an amazing reunion where we're loving it more than ever before.

Hall: Why did you want to return to creating YouTube content in 2023 after your hiatus?

D: Phil convinced me that everyone was less feral and it would be fun.

P: I was like, why not! He can always disappear to get milk again if he hates it - but it turned out people loved it, and here we are.

Hall: Your previous two world tours were some of the biggest ever to be put on by YouTube creators. What can we expect from 'Terrible Influence'?

D: We said we wouldn't do a tour that huge again, and it's almost the biggest one we've ever done.

P: Thoughts and prayers, please, I'm a fragile boy.

D: It's gonna be healing. It's us audaciously stepping into this new era and ripping a bunch of plasters off that will leave people hopefully crying in laughter and the occasional shocked gasp.

P: You know we're going to bring the theatricality as well! There's lots of 'surprises' as well as the audience involvement and a healthy roast of the internet.

Hall: Aside from your YouTube videos, you have had groundbreaking success as authors, radio hosts and on comedy tours. Has that been a shock, and how do you process that success without it going to your respective heads?

D: Internet comment sections will always do a good job of bringing you down a peg - thankfully, I'm also very talented at doing that to myself.

P: Very wholesome, Dan, thanks. We're extremely grateful that so many people get joy from laughing along with us and find our community a hilarious and accepting place to be. As long as we love doing it and there's an audience that asks for more, we will be here!

Hall: You have previously suggested that the two of you were once romantically involved but not confirmed if you still are. Would you like to give us an update on your respective dating statuses?

D: No. Mind your business.

P: Dan means we have a right to personal life privacy in every way - we're here to entertain, not be reality stars! Thanks." /end ID]

Dan and Phil interview in Your Ex Magazine (new zealand)

credit @/dayaswifts on twitter

[arolesbianism]

I have been playing beastieball and first of all very good game second of all smth smth Olivia Broussard

[simpforboys]

surprise!

drew starkey x fem!singer!reader

summary: ever since the reader started blowing up, all the interviews and promotions that would ask her who her celebrity crush is, she always had the same answer. so when Jimmy Fallon invites her on his show, he might have a surprise in store…

warnings: fluff!! second hand embarrassment, reader gushes about Drew, she’s just a fangirl at heart

‘perfume’ by del water gap mentioned <3

part two , part three, part four

2020

“Who’s your celebrity crush?”

“Drew Starkey, he plays Rafe in Outer Banks.”

“Do you have a celebrity crush?

“Yeah, Drew Starkey from Outer Banks.”

“Are there any people you would hope to collab with or meet?”

“Definitely Drew Starkey from Outer Banks.”

2021

“Last year you said multiple times Drew Starkey is your celebrity crush, is this still true?”

“Yeah, he’s still my main one.”

“Are there any guys you’re interested in?”

“My dream guy is Drew Starkey, if that’s what you mean.”

“What’s your type in a man?”

“Umm… probably Drew Starkey.”

2022

“Update us on all the boy drama! Anyone interesting?”

“Just waiting for Drew Starkey.”

“You look stunning! Are you here with anyone tonight?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Your crush around Drew Starkey, is that still a thing?”

“It still is… have you seen his new movie ‘Hellraiser’?”

2023

“Your new EP just released, are any of the songs about Drew Starkey?”

“Not on this one, no. Maybe the next one.”

“Are you seeing anyone? Has Drew Starkey called?”

“No, not yet. Maybe next year.”

“Have you seen season three of ‘Outer Banks’ yet?”

“Yes, oh my god! Drew looked so good.”

2024

“Your new song ‘Perfume’ is an absolute hit! Is it about Drew Starkey?”

“Omg, no, but it should’ve been.”

“You’ve quickly risen to fame! Has Drew Starkey noticed you yet?”

“Unfortunately, no. He’s probably hiding.”

Ever since your career started, in every single interview you get the question regarding celebrity crushes, the answer was always the same.

Drew Starkey.

It became a known meme revolving you and your fans, along with the media. Practically every interview just loved to teased you about your known celebrity crush.

Your popularity rose more in 2023 to 2024, so, when Jimmy Fallon reached out to you to have you on his show, your agency immediately agreed.

Standing behind the curtain wearing a tight brown suit, the pants wide-leg. Black boots were your choice of footwear, your makeup done perfectly to match the outfit.

“Ladies and gentlemen, bring your hands together for Y/n L/n!”

When Jimmy announced your name, you came out from behind the curtain, a big smile on your face as you waved to the audience.

Shaking hands and hugging some of the crew members before you finally hugged Jimmy, settling down in the blue chair.

“How are you doing tonight?” Jimmy asks with a warm smile.

“I’m doing good! Pretty nervous to be honest, this is my first talkshow.” You answered sincerely.

The audience clapped and Jimmy sunk back in his seat a little more.

“Well, I’m glad to be your first one! So, your new song ‘Perfume’ recently came out, congratulations on 200 million streams.”

“Thank you so much, really.” Your hands were shaking as you fidgeted with the brown fabric on your knee, one leg crossed over the other.

“So, you’ve been singing since 2020?” Jimmy asks.

“Yeah, I started posting videos on Tik Tok but my career really took off at the end of 2023 and now here we are.” You smile, the whole experience still so surreal.

“Your voice is phenomenal, seriously. I’ll need to have you come back and sing on the show for us.” Jimmy says, causing the audience to erupt into cheers.

You laughed a little, nodding your head. “Of course, anytime.”

Jimmy continued to talk to you for a few more minutes about your career, the conversation flowing smoothly as you cracked some nervous jokes.

“So, I have to ask, Y/n. Since your career began you’ve said your celebrity crush is Drew Starkey, can you tell us more about this?”

You felt your face get a little warm as you shifted in your seat, an anxious smile on your lips.

“I dunno, I guess I’ve just always found him attractive. He’s insanely talented and just seems like a very genuine soul.” You say sheepishly, avoiding looking at the camera.

“He’s also becoming more and more popular right now, with season four of ‘Outer Banks’ that came out in October and November along with his new movie ‘Queer’.” Jimmy adds on.

“Yeah, I’m a pretty big fan so I’ve been following along with it. I’m very proud of him, in like a supportive-fan way.” You say, making the audience laugh at the last part.

You were completely oblivious to Jimmy looking behind you, motioning with his hand underneath his desk.

“So it’s not just his looks?” Jimmy teases.

“I mean, he’s a very beautiful man. He looks good with any haircut especially that mullet he had last year — and oh my god, he just looked so good in season four of ‘Outer Banks.’ Plus he has these big biceps that just bulge out of any shirt.”

You hadn’t even realized you were gushing over your celebrity crush until you finally caught yourself, hearing the audience laughing.

“Oh, gosh. You are really into him, huh?” Jimmy teases.

“What would you do if he was standing right behind you?” The host asks.

If you weren’t so nervous from being on a national talkshow you probably would’ve understood his message.

But your brain caused you to miss it, being as oblivious as ever.

“Probably pass out.” You answered, hearing the audience giggle more. Jimmy had an amused grin on his face.

“Please don’t pass out.”

Your posture immediately straightened, body tense as you stood up from the seat.

Turning around, your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw Drew fucking Starkey standing there.

The audience’s laughter grew as well as Jimmy’s, clearly satisfied with the surprise.

Your hands went to cover your mouth, face feeling hot like you had a fever. You just gushed about this man practically to his face.

“Hi, Y/n. I’m Drew.”

You couldn’t respond, just in pure shock as you stare at the tall man.

Drew also looked a little sheepish, his cheeks pink as he grinned at you.

“Did you— did you hear everything?” You finally managed to choke out.

“Maybe.” Drew chuckled, scratching the side of his neck.

“How do you feel after hearing all that, Drew?” Jimmy chuckles.

“I’m honored,” Drew replies.

You hated the way he fucking said that and the way you understood that reference.

Drew held his hand out for you to shake, but your heart was beating too fast and your brain was turning into nervous mush that you just embarrassed yourself in front of your dream man.

“Are you going to shake his hand? Hug him?” Jimmy chuckled.

“I’m… scared.” You murmured, the audience swooning and giggling over your shyness.

“Can I hug you?” Drew asked.

Stunned, your head slowly nodded. His strong arms wrapped around your body, your forehead resting against his shoulder.

You couldn’t even hug him back properly, just too much in shock. He smelt like cologne and it made your knees weak.

“I love your new song, by the way.” Drew murmured softly in your ear.

“Yeah?” You whisper, feeling like an idiot for the way you were reacting in front of him.

Drew just nods and hums, soothingly caressing your back in an effort to calm you down.

“Ladies and gentlemen, give it up one last time for Y/n L/n and Drew Starkey!” Jimmy has to end the segment.

The audience cheers as Drew continues to embrace you.

He had known about you for the last few months, having a few of your songs in his playlists.

He was just constantly busy so he never really got the chance to reach out, but when Jimmy’s team contacted him about surprising you on the show, he was excited.

And nervous.

“Sorry about surprising you like that.” Jimmy comes over, causing you and Drew to finally pull away.

“You gave me trust issues for talkshows now.” You said jokingly, finally calming down a bit.

Drew and Jimmy both laughed softly.

The film crew told you and Drew that the commercial break would be ending soon so to step off stage.

You did your signature on the wall dedicated to Jimmy’s guests, feeling familiar blue eyes gazing at you.

After thanking each crew member and shaking hands or hugging, an assistant pointed you and Drew towards where a car will take you both back to your perspective hotels.

“You ready?” Drew asked you.

You nodded, feeling nervous due to the fact that you were about to be alone in the back of a car with your celebrity crush, other than the driver in the front.

Drew opened the door for you as you climbed in, hyperaware of how he slid in behind you onto the leather seat.

It was quiet for a few moments, you nervously fidgeting with the rings on your fingers.

“So… you like my new song?”

You finally manage to choke out.

Drew smiled softly, turning his head to look at you. He was still a little flustered at everything that happened, but also very amused.

“I do, yeah. Are you going to shoot a music video for it?” Drew asked.

You nod, making eye contact with him.

“Yeah, my idea is to tell a story about these two lovers who move to like a quieter part, I was thinking either the forest or a desert, that live in poorer conditions but are completely happy and content because they have each other. I want it to be full of love, so kissing, affection, a sex scene.”

You rambled on to him, your eyes falling to your hands as you played with your rings.

“Oh, wow. That sounds cool as fuck.” Drew murmured, also watching your hands fidget. He thought it was cute.

“I’ve had the idea in my head for a few years, actually. I started writing ‘Perfume’ in like… 2021? So, I just want everything to be perfect.”

You added on, looking back at him. He had his left leg crossed over his knee, his body language towards you.

“Well… if you need a male costar, I would love to do it.” He gave you a smile.

A small grin curled onto your lips, stomach hurting at realization of what he just implied.

“Yeah?”

He nodded, licking his lips.

“Mhm. I told you, I love the song. Plus, your idea sounds amazing, and if you want me to, I would love to be apart of it.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat when it finally hit you that Drew fucking Starkey wanted to be your on-screen lover.

“You’re not just fucking with me, right?”

You had to ask, blurting it out of your nervous mouth.

Drew just snorted, shaking his head in amusement. “No, I’m not.”

“Okay… I’ll have my manager reach out to your’s about details for when we start shooting. I appreciate it a lot.”

You were unaware the car finally came to a stop, parked outside your hotel, fans and security guards waiting for you.

“Yeah, I’ll definitely be there. Have a good night, Y/n.”

Drew smiled at you, your heart fluttering.

“You too, Drew.”

You got out of the car, letting the security guards guide you inside the hotel. You tried your best to take photos or sign autographs for your dedicated fans, something Drew admired as he watched from the back of the SUV.

By the time you finally got back into your hotel room and kicked off your boots, you started taking off your jewelry.

Flopping down onto the bed, you grabbed your phone.

It felt like your heart dropped to your stomach when one notification specifically caught your eye.

@/drewstarkey started following you back

[merakidoll]

armin was the type of friend your boyfriend thought he would never have to worry about. armin was pretty, a pretty boy with pretty feminine features! red puffy cheeks, fat pink lips, doe eyes, and long blond lashes to tie everything in. he liked cropped shirts showing off his bling belly button ring, and abs. he liked tight things that showed his perfect figure, and armin loved having bling on his nails. bows, flowers, hello kitty, with a pretty light pink or blue color.

your boyfriend thought armin was harmless; in fact he thought he knew armin’s sexual orientation well. but was he so wrong, he began to be question why you no longer craved intimacy form him - to which he would be blown off with a simple “i’m busy.” you began to spend more and more time with armin, canceling plans with him to tend to armin but still he thought nothing of it. one night you wouldn’t answer him after yet again, leaving him for armin. he took that as an opportunity to show up. blending in with the darkness as he peeked through your window heart aching at the sight. while he thought armin didn’t like women - he didn’t, he loved them. there you were naked in the plush of your bed, your toes that were light blue in the same man he was so sure he didn’t have to worry about mouth.

he could hear your moans and the words you two shared the window doing nothing to hinder him from the sight. “m-minni please!” you begged. the suction around your toes making your pussy ache. “hold on baby” he spread your thick brown legs watching the wetness that stuck to your fat cunt and inner thighs. armin pushed your legs open, knees to your chest spiting on your clenching hole, and letting two fingers rub your clit, the gold bows shining. “y-yess” your eyes were low and burning to close. tears brimming at your water line as you bucked into his fingers bitting your lip. armin had a small smirk on his lip, moving his fingers and slapping your pussy making a little squirt dribble out of you.

his gripped his long skinny cock and tapped it against you making you both groan in unison. “you gonna do it mama?” your boyfriend’s ears perked, wondering what did he want you to do. his chest beat rapidly watching armin slid himself into you while he pinched your brown nipple. his own cock jerking in his pants at how fucked out you looked. he watched armin work his hips leaning down and kissing your lips. “say i-it baby” armin moved back to hovering over you and gripped your hips, fucking himself in you harder. “tell your minni what he wants to hear” your legs shook, your hand moving against his stomach to take some the pleasure away. “m-minnn ohmygod” squirt shot out of you again, but armin knew you could give him more.

one hand left your hips and started back rubbing your clit again making your mouth go into an o shape a silent scream falling from you. “tell me baby, then you can make a fuckin mess” your breath got caught in your throat as your pussy pulsed clenching down on him. “m’breakinggg up with himmm” squirt shot out going all over armin and your pink cover. armin smiled in victory, moving his cock to plunge into you softly. “g-gonna be mine forever” he stuttered out, quickly pulling out of you and jerking his pink cock to let out it’s orgasm on your pudgy stomach.

you and armin cuddled together, ignoring the pussy juices and cum that was all over your bodies. while you slept in armin’s arms, he looked towards the window and winked at your boyfriend, kissing your cheek as he did so.

[jjscrybaby]

thinking about “who did this to you?” and frat!boy rafe 🤭 his girl is always at his frat house and one night at a party, he’s looking for her and can’t find her. He eventually finds her crying and maybe with light bruises on her wrists or something? protective frat!rafe 🥰

rafe cameron x fem!reader | hurt & comfort | (creepy guy, wrist grabbing, bruising, protective!rafe, mentions of anxiety, sort of shy!reader,)

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The lights were giving you a headache. Topper thought it was funny to repetitively switch the main light on and off, to try and give the room a rave vibe. Most people inside were too fucked up to be annoyed by it, but you weren’t. You’d only had two vodka cranberries, and honestly all you wanted to do was crawl into Rafe’s bed and go to sleep.

During the majority of these parties you’d be glued to your boyfriend’s side, hanging off his arm like a trophy, but tonight was different. You were trying to branch out more, stop being so anxious at these things. Rafe loves a party, and being his girlfriend you should as well. So, for the last hour you’ve been roaming around; making minimal contact with him.

You left the main room with a huff, rubbing your temple as you walked out into the hall. There was no-one in sight, and you let out a sigh of relief that you had a moment alone. You sat down on the floor, leaning your head back against the wall. The door to the bathroom opened and a boy, one you hadn’t seen before, walked out.

“You alright?” He asked, looking down at you in amusement.

“I’m fine, just takin’ a break,” you explained. You didn’t want to speak to him, but it would be rude to send him away; especially with the mission you were on tonight.

“Mind if I join you?” He questioned. You didn’t even get to respond, he was already sitting down next to you. “I’m Parker, by the way.” You introduced yourself, shaking his outstretched hand. “Ah, you’re Cameron’s girl?”

“Yeah,” you smiled, just the mention of him had your mood lifting. Maybe you should just give up with the outgoing thing, maybe you should just go and find—

“You don’t seem like his type.” The statement caught you off guard, all thoughts leaving your head as you looked at him with furrowed brows.

“What does that mean?” You wondered, trying to sound calm.

He let out a hum, as if deep in thought, before shrugging his shoulders and giving you a smirk. “Rafe’s, like, into all this shit, y’know? Parties, drinking, drugs. You’re sat in the hallway alone.”

“Opposites attract,” you shrugged back, picking at the pink nail polish on your nails.

“That is the saying,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “I just think maybe, a pretty girl like you, deserves someone that’s more like her. Someone that would sit with her in the hallway, for example.”

You thought he was degrading you, like the rest of Rafe’s fanboys usually did. But, you realised now that wasn’t the case. He was your fanboy. You let out an awkward chuckle, looking to the door that hadn’t opened since you stepped out. You prayed for someone, anyone, to need the bathroom.

“I’m gonna head back in—” you decided to screw the anxiety, and just do what was necessary.

“Why?” He interrupted. He didn’t sound quite so friendly anymore. “We’re hangin’ out, don’t go in yet.”

“I need to find Rafe.” You tried to stand, but his fingers gripped onto your wrist to stop you. You winced in pain, his hold only tightened. “Get off.”

“No—” your prayers were answered as the door opened, a drunken couple came stumbling through. The sudden interruption had him letting go of you, and you swiftly rushed away.

You ran upstairs, through the corridor of boy’s bedrooms, until you reached Rafe’s. With tears in your eyes, you pushed open the door and laid down in his bed.

It only took ten minutes for the door to open again, you flinched; thinking that maybe Parker had followed you up here, but you let out a shaky sigh of relief at the sight of Rafe.

“Hey, baby. There you are, been lookin’ all over— are you crying?” He interrupted himself, walking over to sit on the edge of the bed.

“No,” you blatantly lied through your tears, voice coming out muffled.

He wrapped his arms around you, wiping your tears with the pads of his thumbs. “Hey, what happened? It get a bit overwhelmin’? You could have told me, you know I’d much rather sit up here with you.”

“Not exactly…” you reached up to move your hair from your eye-line, you realised your mistake the moment that gentle look in his eyes dropped.

“What is that?” He grabbed your arm, not harshly but forcefully. Your wrist had turned a bright red colour, bruises would be forming soon enough.

“Nothing!” You squeaked out, trying to pull your arm away from him.

“Don’t bullshit me. That wasn’t there earlier. What happened?” He demanded to know. You knew he was serious, the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice.

You gave in, tears rolling down your cheeks as you explained to him what happened with the boy. He stroked over your wrist, a moment of silent going over the two of you before he leant forward and kissed your temple.

“Get changed, put on a movie. I’ll be back in a minute, okay?” He murmured softly.

“Where’re you going?” You asked nervously, you were pretty sure you already knew the answer.

“To sort out that fuckin’ kid. No one puts their hands on you, get it?” He stated, pecking your lips before getting off the bed.

You didn’t argue, there was no point. Rafe was too in love with you, if someone hurt you he’d do just about anything to get payback.

[amaranthinespirit]

Hi! Request for the husband!simon and murderer!reader, your latest post mentioned we've never killed a woman.

But what if Simon comes home to another one of your killings but this time it's a barista/or just a woman who wouldn't get the hint that Simon is happily married.

husband!simon riley discovering your latest kill is the barista from his favorite coffee shop

simon has a certain coffee shop he frequents to get his morning coffee—typically when he wants to let you sleep in because he prefers you to make his coffee to him. you just have a magic touch.

the coffee shop is the next best thing, and while it's not quite as good as how his sweet wife makes it, it'll do. sometimes, on his way home, he'll stop and grab you a sweet drink and a treat—you'll need the energy for later.

but lately, he's noticed this one barista in particular that just won't get the hint he has a ring on his finger and a perfect wife at home to match it.

sure, the barista is pretty—but not to his standards. everyone pales in comparison to you. he worships the ground you walk on and kisses your feet.

every day he goes in, and she's there, she won't miss the opportunity to tighten her apron around her waist, bat her lashes while biting her thin bottom lip, and speak with a sweet voice that makes his stomach roll. (he prefers his wife in an apron—typically because she doesn't wear anything under it when he asks her).

she leaves hearts on his to-go cups that he disposes of once he transfers it to a tumbler with a kiss print on the outside from your red lipstick. she gives him her employee discount. more money to spend on equipment to dispose of your bodies, not the tip jar.

simon ignores all of this, but he also doesn't tell you. he figures you're already stressed as is and doesn't want to add a petulant and persistent twenty-something girl to the mix.

next thing he knows, she's scribbled her number on his cup, encased in a heart. he knew they had to write personal messages to increase customer connection, but this seemed a bit of a reach.

i mean, come on. 'xxx-xxx-xxxx call me x' is a little excessive.

he scowled at it, resisting the urge to squish the cup under his palm. he turned away without another word, but he did send you a picture this time before promptly throwing it away—the coffee still inside. who knew what she had done to it.

simon didn't question when you wanted to know her name. meek curiosity, he assumed, but what an incorrect assumption it was.

arriving home was always a guessing game because you don't tell him when you've lured another man to his demise. don't wanna keep records of it, simon would tell you. just in case.

every day, he'd take a guess on if you've killed or not. so far, he hasn't been wrong. maybe he can just tell whenever you're in that type of mood, but his reward is giving you the same number of orgasms as his streak. he's currently at nine.

when he pulled into the driveway, he was thinking that he would find a large body belonging to a man, too close to your rug—which he would scold you about by edging you mercilessly.

what he wasn't expecting was the body of the barista that always flirted with him, and you wielding a knife as you stared at him like it was his turn.

boy, did that make him hard.

standing there with a bloodied hand on your hip, red dripping from the knife as you waved it slowly back and forth through the air, as if taunting him. "got something to explain, si?"

his expression contorted to one of confusion, looking between you and the body before relaxing with a chuckle. "jealous, luv?" he stepped closer, pulling the knife from your hand and letting it clatter to the floor.

his rough hands found your hips, rubbing himself against your front as he trailed kisses from your jaw and down your neck. "new perfume?" he diverted.

"si. don't distract me. are you hiding something?" you tried to keep a straight face as you scolded him, but how could you? your husband was dangerously irresistible.

he chuckles again. "only tha' she's been botherin' me for t'long." his voice is gruff. "if y'didn't handle 'er, I would'v."

"oh." a frown pulls at your face. "why didn't you tell me? I would've killed her a lot sooner—"

you yelp as simon suddenly takes you over his shoulder, followed by a giggle as you struggle for a grip against his shirt. a whine of his name only earns a slap to your rear.

"c'mon, luvie, got'a get ya cleaned up." he starts in the direction of the bathroom, where he would personally scrub the blood from your body. somewhat like he had to do the first time you killed. clueless thing. "need ta stay pretty f'me, yeah?"

he'll take care of the corpse a bit later, if it meant cleaning you up personally. and delivering...ten orgasms as his reward for keeping his streak.

[loveindefinitely]

task force 141 with a controversially young civilian girlfriend.

-> mentions of large age-gaps, referenced sexual content, alcohol use. afab!fem!reader. minor dubcon (everyone's drunk.)

thinking that you're studying in uni. working on the side to try and afford rent and, if you're lucky, some noodles every other night. you don't really get seen compared to your friends, who go out clubbing and spend their spare time on dating apps.

one time, your friend drags you to a bar. not usually your scene, considering its clientele is more for tradies, and military-type men. not like the stuck-up blue collar boys at your uni.

cue you getting drunk off your ass, barely even standing, when you bump into one johhny mactavish.

he holds your elbows, your chest crashing into his. gentle with it, too -- kind and sweet and grounding.

"y'alright, lass?" he asks, a small smirk on his face, eyes darting across your frame greedily. he, in all fairness, looks nearly as drunk as you. he stumbles a little with your weight.

you giggle, tilting your head to look at him. say something stupid like, "you don't look like a student."

his brows raise, his dimples deepen. "aye, very smart, hen."

you preen with the compliment, a cheesy grin stuck to your face. you make no move to stand up and leave. you think your friend just left with a guy anyways.

johnny moves you, muscled arm around your waist as he takes you to a booth.

three other men sit in it, only one looking somewhere in a ten-year age bracket to you. they're all impossibly large, filling out the space with ease. your stomach swoops, but you easily blame the alcohol.

manoeuvring you so you sit in his lap, johnny's hand is a comforting weight on your waist. he huffs a laugh.

"didn't realise we were goin' for jailbait, soap," the youngest one chimes, dark features shining in the pub's dim light. his eyes trail your frame silkily.

you can't stop the roll of your eyes -- your inhibitions have made you senseless. "'m not, 'm completely," you drag out the syllables, "legal."

a hand on your thigh makes you jolt, and when you look over, a blonde man with a black medical mask raises an unimpressed brow. "got a problem, kid?"

you shoot him a weak glare. "not a kid. weirdo."

the arm around your waist tightens, as does the weirdo's hand encompassing your thigh.

"not scared of anythin', are you darl'?" the final man in the booth asks, hands folded together where they rest at the table. he looks at least double your age, and that simple fact along with his drawling words has your core tightening.

"what's there to be scared of?" you ask, stupidly. your head tilts to the side, unknowingly moving to rest on johnny's shoulder. he doesn't comment.

"miss bein' young and drunk," gaz sighs, hand softly gripping the gin sat on the table in front of him.

"you look young," your brows furrow, not understanding. how old could he really be, to act so nostalgic of your current predicament? "how old are you guys?"

it's an embarrassing question -- makes you feel like a child all over again. but your interest is quickly peaking, and your need for answers overpowers your need for decorum.

johnny's the one to answer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers.

"gaz, the pretty one over there, he's twenty-eight," he murmurs, heat stirring low in your gut as you nod mindlessly, meeting gaz's eyes.

johnny stokes his thumb over the skin of your hip, and you curl into him further -- stranger be damned.

"i'm thirty," he hums, and god, he sounds so fucking sensual you're about to melt into his arms. if you aren't already.

"the guy in the mask?" said man's hand tightens impossibly against your skin, fingers just shy of grazing your aching pussy, "he's thirty-seven. got a lot of experience, aye?"

you shudder.

"what about you?" you end up voicing, shyly meeting the last man's gaze. he takes a slow sip of his whiskey.

he leans back into the cushion, eyeing you carefully.

"forty-three."

your thighs squeeze together, and fuck, if that's not a turn-on. no matter how unsafe you should feel, surrounded by four military-grade, older men, it only manages to have you wet beyond belief.

all you can manage is one question.

"take me home?"

[caramelkoo]

no questions asked— jjk

Jeon jungkook wants nothing more than to get settled with his girlfriend, but what if her fear of commitment makes him take a step back? Will he do it, or will he be able to changer her mind for good?

pairing : Jungkook X reader

genre : established relationship, smut, fluff

word count : 6.6k (im begging for forgiveness)

Based on this ask <33

warnings : nsfw, strong language, mature, oc is an anxious girly (same), mentions of emotionally unavailable parents, jungkook is a man of dreams, simp boyfriend jungkook, car sex, unprotected sex (be safe), begging, reference of titanic if you squint, yeah that's pretty much it.

a/n : this took million business days lmao but finally it's here. the sweetest anon requested a drabble but i couldn't do it and as much as i tried to make it shorter, it got stretched to 6k words 😭 so im deeply sorry anon. the rest of you who enjoy longer fics, dig in. I love you guys so much, you might not know this but yall are my besties for resties. kisses. 💌

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Your boyfriend is going to propose to you.

Oh god

Oh. my. God.

Anxiety is not a foreign feeling for you. Although this time, it’s an indescribable sort. Something which is lingering in the deepest pit of your stomach for a lack of better word. Besides, there’s a mayhem inside your head, the voices are loud and intimidating, causing you to bite your lip to a point where they bleed while also staring at nothing. 

Jungkook has been nothing but secretive— the poor boy has no idea that you have already seen the navy blue box sitting inside his side of the drawer. You can swear it was totally unintentional.

In your defense, you had been searching for your glasses and that was the only place left to fish around. Nobody could have prepared you for the utter shock when your eyes fell on that box and so for a minute or two you just stood there, horrifyingly still and stunned. However, you recovered quickly, because to be quite honest it was about time one of you mustered up enough courage to ask the question.

It’s supposed to make you thrilled right? So why does something feel… off? 

“Penny for your thoughts?”, as soon as Cherry’s voice reaches your ears, you snap out of it and flash her a forced smile. 

“Yeah-” you begin, “Yeah uh- I’m just thinking about nothing in particular.” 

“_____ you’re an amazing girl but you gotta work on those lying skills.”

A chuckle leaves your mouth. You shouldn’t even have bothered in the first place, the girl can read you like a book. 

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours huh?” 

She picks up the book before scanning it with the barcode scanner all the while you marvel if you should tell her or just let it go, but then you also know how she would become a pain in the ass if you don’t spill the beans to her. Anyway, she can;t make you overthink it any more than you already have. 

You bite your lower lip before saying, “I feel like Jungkook is going to propose.” 

If looks alone could kill, you would have been buried deep by now with the way the man wearing an olive green cardigan, probably in his 50s, gives you side eye when Cherry drops the book with a loud thud on the counter. 

You wince.

“I’m sorry what?” 

When you subtly signal her to pick what she’s dropped, she takes a hold of the book, apologizes to the man who— you’re hundred percent sure hates your guts now, and resumes her work. 

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you.”

“Ha! Girl you better start telling me more or none of us are going home today.”

She’s talking to you but her hands keep shuffling between scanning the books and expeditiously typing on the keyboard.

A spark of hesitation finds a way inside your heart. The thing is, you’re not sure. Do you want to marry the love of your life? Absolutely. Do you think you can keep the marriage going and stable? No. 

There you said it.

And that kills you because jeopardising your bond and connection with Jungkook is the last thing you want to do.

Maybe, it’s because nobody in your family has been able to keep their inner spark alive after they had gotten married or you might as well blame it on the relationship your own parents have had before your eyes. 

For everyone who couldn’t see past the walls of your house, your parents were an ideal couple. A pair who were equally efficient and successful in their respective areas of life. With your father being a renowned businessman and your mother holding the title of a world famous fashion designer, they couldn’t have been a better partner for each other, right?

Wrong. Too bad you had the honor of being an onlooker of their facade slipping away before getting replaced by their real impudent selves. 

But that’s all you could do though. You were merely just an audience. Someone who could see everything shatter before her eyes and not do a single thing to put an end to it. 

Constant fights, fuming with jealousy over one of them achieving more than the other, sabotaging each other.

All hell broke loose when they began making you take sides. 

You think mommy is better don’t you, honey?

You should be proud of your dad, ____. You’re living such a luxurious life thanks to me. 

For the love of god you were five. What does a five year old know about luxury or human ego? What could you have possibly known about who is better? In your eyes, they were your mom and dad and not some squish mellows placed side by side from which you had to take your pick. Let’s not even start with the emotional unavailability they provided you with.

A knot lodges in your throat and you struggle to get the words out. “I happen to see the box inside his drawer”

“You’re sure it had a ring inside- Wait, don't answer that”, she shakes her head as if she just asked the most ridiculous question ever.

No shit.

“But that’s a good thing right? I mean you guys have been seeing each other for a while now and marriage is the final stop.” she continues and you can’t help but feel terrible, because she is making sense. 

A sigh leaves you, “Yeah no- I mean yeah it is but I didn’t expect him to take the initiative so suddenly. No hints were dropped at all. Marriage is, gosh, I can’t believe I’m saying this but it seems intimidating to me.” 

The queue has finally dissipated at this point so she faces you fully showcasing her engrossment in your dilemma. The girl feeds off drama but refuses to get involved in one.

Her expression morphs into something between horrified and sympathetic. “_____, is that because of your parents?” 

Your heart skips a beat. This whole time you and only you had authority over this thought that your fear of marriage is deeply rooted in your own parents’ fucked up relationship. A belief that lay sly and unseen.

Only after those words left Cherry’s mouth did you realise how venomous they sound. It makes you aware that the fear was not as concealed as you intended to keep it. What are you supposed to do when you find out that somebody else knows about your deepest terrors? Run? Hide? Or simply not say anything? 

Your mouth feels suddenly dry. “What?” 

Cherry takes a hold of your palm and rubs it gently, “If it is, I want you to know that it’s not the case for everyone. Marriage is a beautiful concept, a lovely commitment. Are there some pitfalls to it? Yes. But that’s the beauty of it. The way two people come together and resolve them-”

Your phone buzzes inside your pocket causing you to flinch. Releasing your hands from her hold, you take it out and see your grandmother’s number stare up at you. 

“I’ll just be back.” you excuse yourself just as a woman places a stack of books on the counter.

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“Hey, beautiful” you greet her, a smile lighting up your entire face.

“My baby, did I catch you at the wrong time?” her voice is like a balm to your heart. So warm and comforting. It reminds you of your movie nights with her where you didn’t have to be anything or pretend. You just had to exist and she made it worth it. Always. 

“Now you know even the devil himself can’t stop me from talking to you.” 

A loud chortle reaches your ears and you imagine her throwing her head back, laughing. 

“I was calling to ask if you and your eye candy of a boyfriend are visiting home this year for thanksgiving, dear?” 

Dear lord, you can’t believe you forgot about that.

Your eyes widen, and just when you think you could bubble up some other lie, she speaks up, “You forgot, didn’t you?” 

Yeah, bold of you to assume you can do that and get away. You actually need to work on your lying skills. For whatever reason. You want to pluck your eyelashes out one by one because of how gloomy she sounds.

“I’m genuinely sorry, grams.” pinching the bridge of your nose you continue, “I’ve just been busy with work and barely making ends meet. I promise this is the first and last time I let it slip my mind.” 

With the job you have, there’s only so much cash you can count and while you would love to make a career out of writing, the thought of publishing your own book sends shivers down your spine.

Every time you open the draft a new mistake pops up, taking a percentage of your self confidence down the drain. You’re only human. A microscopic slip catches your attention and you start questioning your life choices. 

“Honey, come home and give yourself some time off, what do you youngsters like to call it? Oh yes, grind. Yeah?” 

It’s your turn to laugh. “Wow someone has been too into love island lately.”

Cherry raises her eyebrows from across the room and you mouth her the word ‘grandma’. She nods with a smile on her face, going back to work. 

A long stretch of silence hangs in the air before you hear her ask, “_____, what else is wrong?” 

The smile which has been adorning your face this whole time instantly drops. You blink.

Once

Twice

Thrice 

“I don’t understand.” Liar.

“You know what I mean, baby. I want you to tell me more, because I know something has been bothering you. What is it?”

Humans are so funny sometimes. They can be as close to you as your own soul and not have a hint of your torment. Meanwhile, there is your grandmother, who despite being so far away from you just….. knew. But again, it has always been like this hasn’t it? 

Whenever you got tired of your parents throwing stuff around the house, making each other lick the floors, trying to make their own and your life a living hell, she knew. 

She was the one who allowed you to cry, and assured you that she would not call you dramatic if she happened to hear your sobs.

You were allowed to cry,

You were allowed to ask for help,

You were allowed to not hold back.

Sucking in a deep breath, you release it, “Everything else is perfect, grams.”

Mr William is always the first person to greet you everyday when you reach the apartment. He’s been working as a guard for years now and you’ve grown quite familiar with him. While being the sweetest man you’ve ever come across, he also brings his wife’s yummiest tarts for you whenever she makes them. Arguably, they deserve more hype than they get.

“She knows how much you love her tarts” he says, making you feel immense gratitude towards his kindness. 

This particular night, he seems…. restless. He’s shifting from one foot to another as you shut the cab’s door behind you. Striding over to him, you mentally try your best to figure out his uneasiness. 

Clearing your throat, your throat as you ask, “Is everything alright, Mr William?” 

Only after he hears your voice, he gains his composure. Or so he tries. 

He hands you a piece of paper which feels a bit wet and you wonder what could have been so intense that the man began having clammy palms.

It’s nearly concerning, not to mention it doesn’t help with your own anxiety at all. If not, shoot it up. 

“Your boyfriend dropped by around lunch time, miss. He handed me this and asked me to give it to you as soon as you come back from work.”

He couldn’t have given it to you yesterday when he was with you in the first place? Weird.

“I see, but why are you so tense? Has something happened?” 

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “My wife has been sick and I was supposed to leave early but I figured it would be better if I gave it to you safely before going home to her.” 

Fuck

“You could have given this to me later. Your wife comes first, sir.” you gulp, “Please, I appreciate your gesture but she needs you more. Thank you so much and please let me know if I can be of help.”

He releases an empty chuckle. “Thank you, Miss” 

With one last nod you walk inside the building while also hoping he doesn’t call you for help. Not because you won’t do anything it takes to help him, but because you hope it wouldn’t come to it. The moment you shut the apartment door behind and turn on the light, the piece of paper steals your attention. Without waiting any further, you unfold it, coming across Jungkook’s writing. 

The note alone feels like he whispered it into your ear before placing the softest kiss on your skin. Your lips stretch into a serene smile as you stride over to the bedroom, turning the doorknob as your gaze catches a purple bodycon resting on top of your bed. It is accompanied with a bouquet of pink tulips as well as a bar of Dubai chocolate. 

Your head that has been nothing short of a commotion is now finally at peace. Not entirely but at peace nonetheless.

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Jungkook was 12 when he went on his first roller coaster ride. He was, like every other child, afraid. Afraid that he might fall and hurt himself so bad, he wouldn’t ever be able to get up. The roller coaster had a massive drop followed by a corkscrew which took him upside down. Until the moment Jungkook saw a woman in yellow dress buying a bunch of tulips from the flower shop he very often visited, he had never felt his stomach bottom out as strongly as it did during that drop back then.

There she was, chatting with the florist as if they’re best friends. He could see her behind the glass picking out the pink tulips before sniffing them. Meanwhile, Jungkook stood across the road, soaked and enchanted as he wondered if he should ask for her number or chicken out. Eventually, the latter won. 

But here’s the thing, Jungkook is not one for losing. He hates losing, even the term makes him want to peel his own skin off. 

He saw her hair first, becoming curly locks reaching down to her waist and just above her hips. Granted that his line of sight only allowed him to see her side profile, he assumed she was gorgeous. It was not unlikely for him to see beautiful women on a daily basis, but something about her just sucked him in. His eyes could not leave her face and he believed even if they tried, he would pluck them out just to punish them. Was it weird that his hands itched to hold a woman he doesn’t even know? 

What’s her name?

Where does she live?

What’s her favorite color?

How does she like her coffee?

There’s a japanese phrase called koi no yokan which means that you eventually will fall in love with a person you meet. You’re going to grow so fond of that person that you would want to see no one by your side but them. She was that person for him. 

He rubs his hands for the nth time in a futile attempt to warm them up, waiting outside ____’s building. How is this evening going so slow? He has been here for perhaps half an hour now, so why does it feel like it’s been a decade? 

And funnily enough, the only person who can put him out of his misery is _____. At this point, the guy fears he wouldn’t be able to so much as look her in the eye, but not doing that will be the end of him too.

He looks down and lets his hands run over his black button down shirt, wondering if she would like it. She loved seeing him in black on the first date. A loud click clack of heels grab his attention, perking his ears up. He looked up and there she was in all her glory. 

Jungkook releases a breath and rubs his chest as if his heart hurts. As if it’s telling him how unworthy he is of this woman who is walking up to him, who may be as nervous as him but still chose him as her man. 

The woman who could have anyone she wanted wrapped around her pinky finger gave her days, nights and evenings to him. She smiled at him, for him and if he was lucky, because of him.

_____ stops before him while he’s still adjusting to the sight of her. “How do I look?” 

Unreal, exquisite and way out of his league.

He shakes his head from side to side, thinking of a single word that would suffice the answer to that. He fails and so instead he runs his fingers down her forearm until he reaches her soft hands and takes it into his own cold ones. 

Placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles, he begins. “My imagination of you in this dress has got nothing on this vision.” 

Her face morphs into the softest expression of love, “And exactly how many times have you imagined me in this dress, Jeon Jungkook?” 

He takes a step forward, his chest almost touching hers. “I can’t answer that. You want to know why?” 

“Why?” Her voice is emotionless. His thumb grazes her lower lip as he tries not to smudge her nude lipstick. “Because if I do, we’ll have to go back into your apartment and try not to wake your neighbours up.” She swats his chest and softly pushes him back, dissolving into a giggle. 

“You’re looking quite handsome yourself.” she says as her eyes shamelessly check him out. His sleeves are halfway folded stopping just below his elbow, beautifying his tattooed forearms.

He’s also wearing his favorite blue baggy jeans with his usual black chunky boots. The same ones he goes for when he knows _____ might not be able to bear the pain caused by her heels, so he ends up swapping them with the boots.

He would argue carrying her all the way to her apartment instead, but settles elseways. 

Jungkook opens the car door for her and only after she’s well seated, he runs to his side and takes off. 

The ride to the restaurant is quiet despite the obvious tension that doesn't go unnoticed by either him or her. As much as he would like to spend the rest of the night snuggled into bed with her, he knows there is something more significant than that. So instead he indulges in caressing her thigh. 

“After you, angel.” He places a hand on the small of her back. 

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The ambience looks straight out of the movies. Like a paradise. Violinists are playing a chorus of Fuck her gently by Tenacious D far across the room. 

Jungkook catches an unknown look on her face. “Something’s wrong?” 

She shakes her head, flashing him a smile. “I love this song.”

He places a tiny kiss on her temple. “I know, baby. C’mon.” 

You know how women have this killer instinct of knowing if and when somebody’s watching them? It’s like they have a separate pair of googly eyes on the back of their head to protect them from creeps. 

From the moment you have entered the place, the man in the wine shirt has been making a hole in your face with the way he’s been staring at you. 

Is your dress too revealing? Are you showing too much skin?

“Oh I forgot to tell you. Your grandmother called earlier today.” Jungkook disrupts your thoughts. 

You gulp down the last piece of steak before answering. “Let me guess she asked you to join her for thanksgiving?” He nods, a bright smile on his face. “I told her I would love to.” 

A cheeky smile unfurls slowly on your face. Jungkook loves your grandmother. Maybe a little bit more than you do. Just a tiny bit though. Last year when you and he visited her, he was the first person apart from you to get a hug out of her.

Your grandma is not much of a hugger by the way. Her hugs are totally exclusive. 

“I’m sure she loves having my ‘eye candy of a boyfriend’ there.” 

Jungkook snorts, placing his fork down. “She called me an eye candy?” 

He dissolves into a fit of laughter when you answer his question with a nod. 

“See now that’s the biggest achievement I have had in a while. I mean what are the odds your wife’s grandma calls your an eye candy-”

Something sours in your stomach. The steak here tastes awful or maybe it’s just you feeling pathetic that as soon as he says ‘wife’ your expression morphs into something so dreadful that it causes him to stop. What are the odds that you just gave him a reality check and dragged him out of a fool’s paradise?

“Angel, what’s-” 

You stand abruptly, cutting him off yet again. His eyes bob all over you, and then a sad frown puckers between his brows. 

“I’ll just be back. I need to use the washroom.” You say as you grab your handbag as quickly as you can before leaving him there. Confused and wondering what the fuck just happened?

Few minutes later, just as you’re walking outside the washroom and making a way towards your table someone’s voice causes you to stop midway. 

“Excuse me.” 

Turning to face the person, you come face to face with the same man from earlier. The one wearing a wine colored shirt along with a nasty expression. You believe he’s trying to look cocky but is failing miserably.

“Can I help you?” 

A slow smile spreads over his mouth. “I couldn’t help but notice that the man you’re here with seems to upset you in some way.”

An awkward chuckle leaves you. “The man is my boyfriend and I don’t think it concerns you if he’s upsetting me or not.” 

He walks a little closer. Oh no, this is bad. 

“Fair enough,” he shrugs, “But clearly he’s not being a good boyfriend, is he?” 

The audacity of this man.

You huff out a frustrated breath, “Listen, you need to shut up and stay within your limits. It’s not healthy going around poking your nose into everyone’s business.” 

His sly smile grows even more as he steps closer than before. 

The hair on your body stands up, and not in a good way, but in a very uncomfortable way. You suddenly regret the idea of leaving Jungkook’s side. Bad, bad decision. 

Currently, you have two options. You can either just walk off and act like nothing happened, which by the way, is a safe option or you can kick the man in the balls and then act like nothing happened.

Since you're much more accustomed to the former option, you decide to do just that but when his hands grip your wrist with an iron grip, you settle on the latter. 

You knee him between the legs with an intention to hurt him as he grunts in pain, his hands gripping where you just kicked him. 

“You fucking bitch.” 

Before he can say anything further, you storm off. Your phone buzzes inside your handbag and you automatically assume it to be Jungkook’s call. As soon as you spot him across the room, you feel the clouds parting, there’s a feeling threatening to arise. It’s something between protected and anguished. 

Anguished because you let your mind speak so deafeningly that it silenced the oh so loud love Jungkook has for you. And protected because you know for a fact that if he had any idea about what that man just did to you, he would not think twice before dragging him by the hair before bringing him to his knees in front of you to apologize. 

He stands once he sees you and you waste no time running towards him. Your arms go around him as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. His arms immediately embracing you in return, securing you against his chest.

It feels warm.

Concern laces his voice as he says, “I’ve got you, baby. I’ve got you. Breathe” 

You don’t even realise you’re panting unless he says that. You’re aware that at this point the way you flung yourself at him must have got everyone’s attention. But you genuinely don’t care. It might as well be an auditorium full of people watching you hug your boyfriend like an anchor, you just don’t care. 

You realise that’s exactly what Jungkook is. Your anchor. Someone who didn’t even ask as to what happened before he straight away began consoling you. 

His hand envelops the back of your head in a protective way while the other soothes your back. 

“Do you want to leave? We can leave right now if you want to.”

“Yes, please.”

His body shakes as though he just nodded. “All right, let me pay real quick and we’ll leave yeah?”

Your voice is muffled against his chest. “Yeah.”

You suck in a sharp breath as he lets you go. The small folder on the table grabs your attention. He opens it only to find a note inside of it saying— “It’s on me, gorgeous”. 

You can see the wheels in his mind turning, but before he starts asking you any questions which may or may not cause a breakdown of yours, you say, “I’ll explain it to you outside. Can we please go?” 

“Let me see wh-”

“Please?” He lets out a defeated sigh and nods. “Yeah- Yeah let’s go.” 

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At first when Jungkook saw that note, the first emotion that he felt was rage and a very serious one at that. But it was soon replaced by realization. It doesn’t take a scientist to figure out that something nasty went down after _____ left to use the washroom. Something he can’t wait to get to the bottom of. Nevertheless, he didn’t want her to be pressured to answer the more obvious question. 

Jungkook’s girl is attractive. She’s kind and empathetic and fucking stunning which makes her worthy of all the attention she gets. Of course men are going to want to be with her. 

Initially, it bothered him. A lot. 

Now, though? He’s grown rather used to it. However, it has never come to having someone pay for her in a restaurant. Even the thought of someone so much as speaking to her in an inhumanely manner makes him want to punch a hole through a wall. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

The silence is too loud inside the car. He can hear ____’s heart beating loudly or is it his own?

She’s leaning back with her head against the headrest. When she doesn’t respond, Jungkook speaks again, “_____ baby, will you please at least look at me?” 

Her eyes connect with his and he flashes her the softest of smiles.

Taking her hand, he kisses the inside of her wrist where he can feel her pulse. 

Thump thump thump. 

“I want you to give me something, angel. Anything.” 

He can see her gulp before admitting, “There was um… there was a guy outside the washroom and he kind of tried to force himself on me,” she closes her eyes for a brief moment, “Maybe I’m just being dramatic, but I handled him.” 

Jungkook’s stomach drops. He was right. His hands fly out to open the car door before _____ holds him back. “Don’t. I said I handled it.”

He turns back, his voice leaking with anger along with something more barbaric. “And I’m proud that you did, but if I don’t go in and beat that asshole into a new one I won’t be able to call myself a man worthy of you anymore. I need him to know that he can’t fuck with my girl and go about his goddamn day.” “Jungkook, please. I can’t take it anymore. Please stop.” 

And he does. For now. 

He leans back, running his hands over his face with frustration. For a few minutes he and ____ just stare outside the front glass of the car. The parking lot slowly gets empty as people leave for their homes one by one. 

Just when he thinks  _____ has dozed off, her voice reaches him. “Can I get one more hug?” 

“Come here.” 

He takes her into a warm embrace before kissing the top of her head, settling his lips there. His anger has yet not fully dissipated, but having her so close calms his heart. It calms his whole being. Her touch, her breath against his skin, her presence heals something in him.

Therefore, he made up his mind about spending his whole life with her. The little slip of words, which by the way was totally unintentional, soured _____'s expression and that didn’t go unnoticed by him. 

She’s scared but he fully intends to let her know that she doesn’t have to.

______ unwraps herself from his arms and pushes back. Just enough for their noses to touch.

She shakes her head, “Don’t give me those eyes.” 

Jungkook holds back a smile. “What eyes, angel?” 

“The same ones you give me when you want something dirty to happen. Those big brown eyes of yours.”

He lets a chuckle slip out. “I’m down if you are.” 

When she offers him her own laugh, gosh it’s as though he comes alive. If he could bottle up the sound, he would. Something passes in _____’s eyes. Lust? Desire? He can’t pinpoint. 

He wants to kiss the hell out of her though and he wants to do it desperately. Her eyes drop to his mouth and he takes it as a sign to lean forward and press his mouth against hers. 

Her lips part ever so slightly followed by her gripping Jungkook’s collar to bring him even closer. So close as if she wants their souls to intertwine. 

The feeling is very much mutual. 

She gets up from the passenger’s seat without breaking the kiss and straddles his lap. Her legs on either side of his thigh as their core’s touch. Jungkook is not sure how long he can endure this sweet pain of waiting. 

In all sincerity, he’s been holding himself back from the very moment he saw her walking up to him in that dress. Do with that information what you will. 

Now, he just wants to say fuck it and get inside her— only that he can’t, because he wants her to take her time and ask for it. Then and then only he will fuck her. If it’s inside this car then so be it. 

The kiss is electric and filled with passion, tingling his skin in all the right places as she matches his enthusiasm with her own.

______ pulls back with a deep breath, leaving Jungkook panting heavily. 

“Please.” she begs. 

A strand of hair falls on her face. He tucks it behind her ear. “Please what baby?” 

“Please fuck me, Jungkook. I want you so bad and I want you right now.” she whines.

He grins. “At your service, ma’am.” 

He hears _____’s light chuckle as he gets out of the car, carrying her with him while also making sure she doesn’t hit her head on the hood. She detaches herself from him once they’re out and settles in the back seat. Only after ensuring she’s comfortable enough, Jungkook follows her. 

His body lays on top of her and he wastes no time as their mouths collide. Her finger grip the hair on his nape and he groans with pleasure, his cock going thick. He rubs it on her lower stomach to show her how much he wants her, gaining a moan out of her. 

Jungkook’s head goes fuzzy with every passing second. He almost comes when she lifts her hips up and rubs a slow circle against his cock. 

“Fuck.” He groans, pulling back from the kiss. _____’s cheeks are heated and lips are swollen. He did that. Her man did that. 

Suddenly, he’s grateful for the tinted glass and his big car. 

_____ lifts her head up and kisses his sweaty cheek, swiping his forehead with her palm. “You’re sweating, honey.” 

“Yeah, I tend to do that in your presence. Do you know how hard it was for me to stay sane after seeing you look so unbelievably gorgeous?” 

She passes him a lazy smile, “You’ve always been so good at controlling yourself, haven’t you?” 

“Not anymore.” He sits up, knees on either side of her body and starts unbuckling his belt all the while panting with excitement. His pants slide halfway down letting his cock spring free. Thick, angry and leaking with precum. His shirt goes next.

______’s eyes flash with lust as she bites her lower lip. The straps of her dress have slipped down, leaving her tits bare and open for Jungkook.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” he leans forward as she runs a hand up his bare spine, hooking her legs over his hip.

“Please.” she whispers. 

A loud thunder outside the car grabs Jungkook’s attention. Nice, he’s so horny he didn’t even realise that it’s raining. Another rumble of thunder drowns their panting breath but he still only focuses on the woman beneath him. The goddess of a woman who trusts him with her body. How lucky he is to call her his own. 

She brushes his hair out of his face, her thumb dusting over the mole on the bridge of his nose before her hand follows the path of his tattooed arm, his rib, his ass, until she wraps a fist around his dick. 

He pushes into her hand. “I need to grab the condoms from the console, angel.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, the car filling with the pants and whimpers before she says, “I want you bare. I’m on the pill.” 

Jungkook has never gone without condom nor has he considered going without one, but this woman right here just asked him to get inside her bare and fuck if it doesn’t tempt him.

And so he gives in, but not before asking, “Are you sure?” 

“As sure as one can be.” 

He nods, bringing his lips back to hers. His hand finds her thong under the dress as he slides it down her legs. Then he strokes a single line up and down her slit, wetting his finger with her cum. When he brings the same finger to his mouth and sucks on it, _____ all but whimpers. 

His cock follows next and he does the same with it, rubbing himself up and down her slit as he coats himself in her before he presses his thumb down on the head of his cock, curls his hips forward, and pushes into her. 

Tortuously slowly, inch by fucking inch. 

She’s so warm and tight for him. He’s not sure how long he can take before he shoots his load inside of her. 

“More.” she pleads, her face morphing into the most beautiful expression of pleasure. 

Jungkook pulls back and pushes again, watching more of a length disappear inside of her. He’s not even halfway in and she’s already crying out his name. 

Leaning in, he bites her neck in an attempt to give her his all. All his love, all his nights and all his life. The question is at the tip of his tongue but considering what happened inside, he quickly holds himself back. 

“You’re doing so good for me, my angel. Taking me so well,” He thrusts again. “You’re made for me, aren’t you?” 

She cries out. 

“What was that?” She throws her head back. “Yes. Oh my god” 

Thrust. “Yes, what baby? I’m gonna need you to say it.” 

Jungkook takes her nipple in his mouth, sucking on it until she cries out again, “I’m made for you. Fuck.”

He releases the nipple with a loud pop. “That’s right you are.” His pelvic bone is flush with hers, ____’s legs as wide as possible to accommodate him. She dusts her fingertips up and down his spine while he slowly kisses along her jaw.

When she pushes her heels into his ass, urging him to move, he pulls out part way before pushing back in again. 

She lets out a moan quickly followed by his own. _____’s hands run over Jungkook’s abs, nipples, and wrap around his shoulders. 

He’s fucking her slowly, taking his time, feeling her body and letting her feel his too. Every brush, every graze, every breath is precious to him.

Soft and intimate. 

So when the next words leave Jungkook’s mouth, he blames it on the moment. “Marry me.”

_____’s eyes which were closed earlier, savoring the very moment, pop open and his movement halts. 

“What?” 

“Fuck. Okay, I know this is not a position or place a woman wants to be proposed in, but I have to say this before I go insane. _____, I know you’re scared and I also know the reason behind it. Of course, I won’t ask you why you kept that part a secret from me, because I respect you and want you to take your time. But baby,” he brushes his thumb over her cheekbone, “I need you to know that I will die before I let anything like that go down between us. I love you so much you don’t even realise. Sometimes I even shock myself with how much I cherish you. You’re a gift to me, a gift which brings out the best not just in me but in everyone she meets.”

He places a small kiss on her forehead before continuing, “I can go anywhere, see everything but it still wouldn’t match the level of affection I hold for you in my heart. Still wouldn’t match the beauty of your smile, you amazing woman. You’re all I have ever wanted. So please, make me the happiest motherfucker in the world by saying ye-”

“Yes” 

‘What?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you. Now will you please shut up fuck me like you promised, husband?” 

He bites her jaw, “Oh, I’ll fuck you so nice you’ll be begging for more, wife.”

Soon enough, _____’s lower lip trembles as her orgasm takes over, and he has the privilege to watch it all. The fluttering of her lashes, the marks of her nail down his arm and the way she calls him her husband again when she’s able to find her words. 

He’s so gone.

About half an hour later when he asks her again as to what changed her mind about marriage, she says something so deep yet in such a casual way, he wants to cry. 

“When I hugged you inside, you didn’t ask questions. You just let me be and that may seem like a miniscule thing for someone else, but for me it was enough. Enough to stay with you until I turn all wrinkly and grey haired.”