#ENEMIES

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Bts look at the car chase filming from Austin and Jeremy's "Enemies" filming in Chicago (June 23, 2025)

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Draw your characters like this

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Art by @yrdnzz :D

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i want enemies

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𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙

Warning: Smut, Dubious consent, Forced breeding, Bad language, Alcohol and drugs, Bullying, r4pe.

Divider credits: @cafekitsune ★ @bernardsbendystraws ★

Masterlist

Yandere rival who has known you since you were kids as your parents were old friends and business partners.

Yandere rival who used to constantly bother you when you were kids, pulling your hair, taking your toys away only to run into his mother's arms when you did the same to him, smiling at you when your mother scolded you.

Yandere rival who doesn't improve his attitude over the years and only became more annoying and unbearable, bothering you with unpleasant jokes, bothering you through social media, bothering you at meetings his parents organize (he doesn't want to get your attention at all... ok?).

Yandere rival who you start a real war with when you start going to college (one of the best colleges in the country by the way) competing in everything, who gets the best grades, who has the most important friends, who will have a better future, who is more relevant.

Yandere rival who has been secretly in love with you since you were kids when you pulled his hair hard because he had taken your favorite toy from you, his love (cough obsession) for you was born at that moment.

Yandere rival who always dates girls who look suspiciously like you, same hair color, same eye color, same height... but his relationships never last too long everyone claims he's a womanizer who can't keep it in his pants but the reality is that even though they look like you they're not YOU.

Yandere rival who decides to make a move on you at one of his parents' meetings when you said you're planning on going abroad when you finish college, so he approaches you when you're alone in the kitchen, he casually says that you two should go out sometime since he thinks you'd make an "acceptable" couple, only to get annoyed when you burst out laughing and say you'd rather die than go out with him.

Yandere rival who feels a switch go off inside him at your rejection, he decides to take drastic measures... and during one of the frat parties at a friend's house he makes them put pills in your drink when you're not looking and when you're really drunk (and high) he kindly approaches you and takes you to one of the empty rooms saying something like “I don't want anything bad to happen to you... there are a lot of perverts out there...”

Yandere rival who leaves you in bed his sharp eyes roam over your limp body he leans over you his hands cup your face, his finger rubs your plump lips then his hands move down your neck to your tits he lifts your top and pulls down your bra freeing your tits, he lets out a whistle when he sees your tits and his fingers pinch your nipples the sensation makes your eyes widen and your unfocused vision fixates on him above you and you can only stutter out a.

“D–dariel... w–what... are you doing—?”

Your hands fall to his chest and try to push him away weakly but he just chuckles and his hands grab your wrists pulling them away and holding them above your head, his face is very close to yours his blonde locks brush your forehead and he says in a honeyed voice close to your ear.

“I just want to make you feel good, nothing more... don't fight it baby”

He ignores your stunned moans of protest and uses one of his hands to hold your wrists above your head while his other hand pulls down your skirt and panties freeing your pussy, his fingers playing with your dry entrance, he spits on his fingers and rubs the saliva over your bud lubricating you before pulling down his own pants along with his boxers freeing his cock as a drop of precum glistens on its red tip.

He pumps his cock a few times and when he's satisfied he lines his cock up at your pussy and slowly enters your tight heat he growls as he feels your walls try to accommodate his girth inside of you, he lets go of your wrists and his hands settle on your hips his fingers dig into your skin, he hums as he bottoms out and you gasp softly as his tip touches your womb uncomfortably.

He gives you just a few minutes to adjust before he starts to rock his hips vigorously letting out low growls as you gasp and moan the dirty slapping sound fills the room and you mentally thank him for the loud music from the party downstairs, Dariel leans down kisses and bites your neck as he rams into you mercilessly mumbling against your neck.

“Fuck you're so tight, you have no idea how long I've wanted to do this, you're such a perfect little whore”

The assault on your poor pussy spreads and you don't know how much time is passing, you can barely think you feel your brain go blank, Dariel pinches your clit and your legs tense a creamy white ring forms at the base of his cock and you feel your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave your walls tense on his cock and he growls giving a few more erratic thrusts and then he stops you feel him cum deeply ropes of warm semen fill your womb and he speaks in an agitated voice.

“You won't be able to leave if you get pregnant with my baby will you? Don't worry baby I will marry you after all our parents know that we make a perfect couple, they will be happy to have a grandchild”

[cyberclouddream]

Enemies in the Natal Chart

Based on the 7th House and 12th house. Also recommend looking for your Progressed Chart. Recommend using whole sign house system.

[ 7th house ] people who are directly confrontational; you can see and engage with them in conflicts that are more apparent and often play out in public or work environments; like to criticize or hinder you openly

[ 12th house ] people who are covert and elusive; work behind the scenes, often using manipulation or indirect tactics; often use your emotions against you; can also be your own insecurities and fears

Note: the 12th house literally represents what’s hard to comprehend or perceive, so if it’s difficult for you to resonate or compare to your own life regarding the “hidden enemies” part…it’s probably because it’s obscure, besides other possible placement interactions. Also, when I use “relationships” it’s also referencing professional, platonic, and domestic.

Aries Rising [ 7H Libra - 12H Pisces ]

Open Enemies:

- people who seem charming and polite but are secretly playing both sides, like those who smile in your face then throw you under the bus to maintain their image

- those obsessed with being liked; may experience a lot of friendship betrayals

- people who screw you over legally or through shady deals; people who manipulate legal systems or twist arguments to their advantage

- those in romantic or professional relationships that may quietly undermine you because they’re jealous of your connections or accomplishments

- your fear of facing direct confrontation

- your indecisive nature; may spend so much time weighing options or trying to keep everyone happy that others may take advantage of this overthinking

- your obsession with being liked and keeping the peace that you may betray yourself

Hidden Enemies:

- those who play the victim card to manipulate you; may seem vulnerable or helpless but actually using your compassion to take advantage of you

- attract people who run from their problems and drag you into the chaos, like escapist and addicts

- spiritual con-artists, people who seem overly spiritual or “enlightened”; may use spiritual or moral superiority to manipulate you, masking their true intentions behind compassion or wisdom

- your own delusions or refusal to see reality clearly; may avoid hard truths about people or situations

- your tendency to let people walk all over you because you want to save everything; may give too much or take on other people’s problems

- you may deal with life challenge’s through addiction, daydreaming, or avoiding reality altogether

Taurus Rising [ 7H Scorpio - 12H Aries ]

Open Enemies:

- partners or competitors who constantly try to assert authority over you

- people who play on your emotional triggers or use shared resources, like money, possessions, or secrets, to control you

- people who openly resent your success, relationships, of influence

- physical/se*ual betrayals; people who’ve had access to your vulnerabilities and used them against you

- revenge seekers after conflict, because they’re not interested in letting things go easily

- your fear of vulnerability, like deep emotional connections or intimate exchanges

- your trust issues that can undermine relationships

- your obsession with control or possession, whether conscious of it or not

- your tendency for intense emotions that may scare off people or create unnecessary drama in relationships

Hidden Enemies:

- those who push you into impulsive actions, making you act without thinking

- people who create conflict about you to sabotage behind the scenes; secret competitors who size you up

- people who undermine you efforts in subtle, passive-aggressive ways, like rumors

- your lack of patience, which can make you act rashly

- your repressed anger that may burst in destructive ways

- your fear of failure which can make you avoid challenges altogether

- your cravings for independence, which may make you refuse help or isolate yourself

- your tendencies to unconsciously create conflict to avoid dealing with deeper emotional issues, as a form of escapism

Gemini Rising [ 7H Sagittarius - 12H Taurus ]

Open Enemies:

- people who are overly opinionated or think they know everything; may impose their beliefs on you or are quick to dismiss or challenge your perspective

- people who don’t like to be tied to down or restricted; they value freedom so much they oppose you if they feel like you’re limiting them in any way

- people who paint an unrealistic picture of things, like making promises they can’t keep or abandon you when things fall apart

- people who see black and white and attack your beliefs, especially when it comes to arguments about moral or ethical superiority

- people who don’t practice what they preach; people who abandon or betray you when something more exciting comes along

- your fear of commitment; tendencies to avoid settling down

- your tendencies to speak your mind without thinking of the consequences

- your arrogance and unwillingness to see other perspectives; you thinking you’re always right

- your tendencies to flee from conflicts or responsibilities in relationships or partnerships

Hidden Enemies:

- people who refuse to adapt or support growth, keeping you stuck in situations that no longer serve you

- people who secretly want what you have; may pretend to be supportive while subtly trying to undermine your financial or material stability

- people who encourage you to stay in your comfort zone, to convince you that “everything is fine as it is”

- people who are possessive, either of you or the resources you share; they don’t want to lose what they see as theirs, whether it’s your time, attention, or material wealth

- people who hoard resources or information and keep you in the dark; they may accumulate wealth, knowledge, or power but only reveal their intentions when it benefits them

- you may subconsciously resist change when it’s necessary, like clinging to old habits or relationships that prevent your growth

- your attachments to material comfort; you may prioritize security over progress

- your love for comfort and routine that can turn into laziness

- you may hold onto ideas,beliefs, or habits for too long, refusing to see when they’re not working for you

- your fear of losing control over your surroundings or possessions; feel the beed to hoard or hold onto things in a way that creates anxiety

Cancer Rising [ 7H Capricorn - 12H Gemini ]

Open Enemies

- people who are extremely ambitious, who are willing to go to any lengths to succeed and use you as a ladder, often in cold or calculated tactics

- people in positions of authority, like bosses, mentors, or even parents; may use their status or power to block your progress

- business-minded competitors who oppose you openly by dominating or take credit for your work

- people who oppose you if you challenge the status quo because they value structure c rules, and traditions; may use their influence to maintain control and resist change

- your fear of failure that make you overly obsessed with achieving things

- your tendencies to overwork, prioritizing career or ambitions over relationships

- your tendencies to be overly serious or emotionally detached

- your tendencies to try to dominate or micromanage others

- your expectations for others to meet your standards without compromise

Hidden Enemies

- people who are two-faced backstabbers, like spreading gossip or misinformation about you

- people who mess with you mind and make you doubt or second-guess yourself and your decisions

- people who constantly keep your busy or distracted c especially from what really matters to you; may be ones who get you caught up in trivial tasks or conversations often

- people who twist words or provide half-truths, and may deliberately mislead you with confusing, contradictory information

- your scattered thinking that might make it hard for you to focus on one goal or keep progress

- your tendencies to overthink and overanalyze everything; thinking too much without acting enough

- your fear of speaking up out of fearing judgment or causing conflict

- your self-deception; hiding your true desires or inner truths from your own self

Leo Rising [ 7H Aquarius - 12H Cancer ]

Open Enemies

- people who resist conformity or authority; those who don’t follow rules and openly challenge established systems, including in your relationships or partnerships

- people who are erratic and change their approach without warning, making it difficult to anticipate their next move; they keep you off balance in conflict

- people who are deeply committed to a cause or belief system that conflicts with yours

- people who use rational arguments or intellectual superiority to undermine you

- people who see you as outdated or resistant to change, and they openly oppose your attempts to keep anything the same

- your fear of losing independence; you may have conflicts over autonomy

- your preference to keep relationships more intellectual or detached

- your desire to stand out and be different; you may resist compromise or collaboration

- people who feel like you prioritize abstract ideals over real-life concerns or emotional interactions

- those who you see as limiting your freedom when they want to commit to you or want you to commit to something

Hidden Enemies

- people who use emotional manipulation against you; may subtly guilt-trip or play on your vulnerabilities

- people who are family or feel like family, but may undermine you emotionally or betray you from a place of intimacy

- people who smother you with kindness while undermining your independence or personal growth, keeping you emotionally dependent

- overprotective friends; people who believe they’re helping but in reality they’re holding you back from taking risks

- people who often come to you with their problems and expect you to constantly support them, which subtly drains your energy and leaves you emotionally depleted

- your tendencies to repress your emotions instead of expressing them, out of fear of vulnerability

- unresolved family issues, like past family dynamics or childhood wounds; may resurface in destructive ways

- your tendencies to cling to old relationships, memories, or situations, refusing to move on and embrace the present

- fear of emotional independence; your preference to remain in safe, familiar emotional territory rather than taking risks or making bold moves

Virgo Rising [ 7H Pisces - 12H Leo ]

Open Enemies:

- play the victim to gain sympathy and control because they want to make you feel guilty or responsible for their problems, whether at work or in relationships; may use your empathy against you

- those who thrive on disorganization or chaos; may create distractions or disruptions that impede your ability to perform effectively, while pretending to be supportive

- act vague or passive-aggressive to make it hard to see them as a direct threat

- those who struggle with addiction, escapism, or lack of boundaries

- people who are unreliable, chaotic, or difficult to deal with because they’re caught up in their own illusions

- you might deceive yourself relationships or refuse to see people for who they are

- your inadvertent victim mentality, which might invite people who perceive you as weak or manipulative based on the misinterpretations of your struggles

- your overwhelming compassion, which can lead to boundary issues, like being too accommodating or forgiving

Hidden Enemies:

- those who have inflated egos, want to be in the spotlight, or who resent your authority or visibility; undermine out of jealousy or envy because your success makes them feel small

- jealous peers who envy your confidence or charisma; may secretly wish for your downfall; may be cheerleaders who criticize you behind your back or undermine your creative endeavors

- people in positions of authority, like bosses, mentors, or people in positions of prominence; may seem charismatic on the surface but work against you in subtle, covert ways; see you as a threat to their influence or status; may undermine your confidence

- people who provide “constructive criticism” but actually delight in pointing out your flaws can be particularly dangerous, often exploiting your need for validation

- people who spread rumors or misinterpret your actions to create divisions, especially among friend or colleagues, which can make you question your standing in groups

- you refusing to acknowledge your flaws or ask for help when needed

- childhood wounds like not receiving the love or attention needed as a child growing up

- your need for validation; relying too heavily on other’s opinions can lead to self-doubt; feelings of inadequacy create a sense of paranoia and social anxiety

- your hidden need to control how others perceive you

Libra Rising [ 7H Aries - 12H Virgo ]

Open Enemies

- people who are blunt, combative and won’t hesitate to openly oppose or challenge you because they see you as competition

- people who lash out impulsively without thinking things through; expect explosive conflicts or heated arguments out of nowhere

- people who have short tempers and are quick to anger; they confront problems directly and forcefully, often escalating minor issues into full-blown battles; leave no room for negotiation

- people who prioritize their own needs over everyone else’s

- people who see relationships as battlefields and always try to one-up or dominate you in some way

- your constant need to be in charge

- your tendencies to be too aggressive or forceful in partnerships; others may feel overwhelmed or attacked by your assertiveness

- your impatience; you may demand instant results or immediate action without giving others time to respond or adjust

- your selfishness; your tendencies to be self-focused may make others see you as inconsiderate or overly competitive

- your tendencies to mask insecurities or admit when you’re wrong

Hidden Enemies

- people who criticize you subtly and constantly; they point out flaws and weaknesses, undermining your confidence and planting seeds of doubt

- people who quietly judge you for not being “perfect” by their standards

- people who may mess with your work, create tiny inconveniences, or spread subtle misinformation that can cause larger problems down the line

- people who downplay your ideas or efforts by pointing out practical “flaws”

- people who impact your health by slowly draining your energy or cause you stress

- your obsessive need for perfection; your fear of making mistakes or not being good enough

- your tendency to overthink details and situations to point of becoming paralyzed or indecisive

- your tendencies to get stuck in routine or habits that feel safe but are ultimately limiting; avoiding getting of of your comfort zone

Scorpio Rising [ 7H Taurus - 12H Libra ]

Open Enemies

- people who refuse to budge on their positions or perspectives; likely fight you through their persistence; long, drawn out conflicts

- may oppose you when it comes to issues involving resources or financial security; conflicts over money, property, or how material goods are shared

- people who resist anything that disturbs their sense of peace or stability; may oppose you if they feel that your actions threaten their routines or way of life

- people who indulge in excess, whether it’s food, wealth, or luxury; often try to make sure you don’t gain what they have

- people who see you as a threat to something or someone they “own”; can be territorial over relationships, positions, or material possessions

- your tendencies to refuse compromise

- your tendencies to prioritize wealth or resources over emotional connection

- your jealousy or possessiveness in relationships; focused on what you “own” or feel entitled to

- your tendencies to prioritize pleasure or comfort over relationship needs

Hidden Enemies

- people who appear charming but are secretly working against you; can have a polite facade as they try to subtly undermine your relationships or manipulate you

- people-pleasers; those who avoid addressing important issues or confront conflict directly

- people who never commit to a clear stand on things, keeping you in limbo with vague promises or half-hearted support

- people who present one face to you and another to others, trying to manipulate social dynamics

- your own indecision, your struggles to make firm choices and never committing to a clear direction

- your habit of putting others first and neglecting your own needs and desires

- your fear of confrontation, letting issues fester instead of addressing them

- your tendency to engage in relationships that are based on appearances rather than genuine connection

- your overdependence on others, becoming too reliant in others approval or decision-making

Sagittarius Rising [ 7H Gemini - 12H Scorpio ]

Open Enemies:

- people who use words as their primary weapon; they spread rumors, gossip, or misinformation, subtly undermining your reputation in social networks

- people who play both sides, often switching their allegiances or opinions to suit their personal gain

- people often try to engage in intellectual battles with you; may use clever arguments, half-truths, or outright manipulation to confuse you

- inconsistent rivals who oppose you one day and act friendly the next, keeping you guessing about their true intentions

- people who charm or persuade others through eloquent speech, but behind the scenes they’re sowing chaos

- your inconsistent or indecisiveness in partnerships; keep changing your mind or sending mixed signals

- your tendency to be too argumentative or quick to debate in your relationships; challenging other’s opinions or trying to prove you’re the smartest person in the room

- your inability to commit to one idea because you jump from them

- miscommunication, whether it’s through dishonesty, misunderstanding, or the inability to listen

Hidden Enemies:

- people from the past who hold onto grudges for years; won’t confront

- people who play psychological games; those who operate in the shadows and seem secretive, intense, or obsessed with control

- people who are obsessed or fixated on you, may harbor unspoken grudges or envy

- people who seek revenge for a perceived slight, waiting for the right moment to strike or sabotage you

- people who are subtly trying to gain power or control over you, slowly trying to dominate or manipulate you

- your fear of losing control, trying to manage every detail of your life

- your repressed emotions; you tend to hide your feelings like anger, jealousy, or fear

- your trust issues; you often fear betrayal or manipulation, leading you to push people away or act defensively

- you unconsciously engage in power struggles, which can manifest as subtle attempts to control others or situations

- your tendency to hide parts of yourself or keep things from others

Capricorn Rising [ 7H Cancer - 12H Sagittarius ]

Open Enemies

- people who turn emotional issues into weapons against you, playing on your vulnerabilities to get the upper hand

- people who bring up old wounds or past mistakes, using sentiment as a tool for manipulation

- family members or close friends who act like they’re on your side but turn against you when it benefits them

- people feign concern but are secretly trying to control your choices or decisions

- people who are passive-aggressive, subtly undermining you rather than confronting your directly

- your fear of vulnerability so you may act overly defensive or closed off

- your tendencies to project your insecurities into others

- your tendency to be overly nostalgic or resistant to change in relationships, like comparing new partners to past ones or refusing to let go of old dynamics

- dependency issues, heavily relying on others for support or validation

- your overprotectiveness which may lead to controlling behavior

Hidden Enemies

- people who have unrealistic ideals or beliefs that conflict with yours; may push you towards idealistic goals that are unattainable

- people who take risks without considering the consequences, leading you into situations where you may fail

- people who promote a life of escapism at the expense of commitments

- those you find in philosophical or ideological debates, who may challenge your beliefs in subtle ways, trying to expose weaknesses in your worldview or beliefs

- people who may come from a different cultural or educational background; may undermine your confidence by making you question your beliefs or values

- your own attachments to unrealistic expectations for yourself or others

- your desire for freedom and adventure, whether for pleasure or business, that may lead to neglected commitments

- your struggle with your own beliefs, which can lead to inner confusion or indecision, or manifest as a lack of conviction

- using travel, philosophy, or religion as a form of escapism from your problems rather than confronting them

- overindulgence in pleasure, spending, or lifestyle choices that sabotage your goals

Aquarius Rising [ 7H Leo - 12H Capricorn]

Open Enemies

- attention hogs who seek the spotlight and see you as competition; may openly challenge you for recognition, trying to outshine you in social or professional settings

- people who thrive on drama and confrontation; may create conflict through exaggerated emotions or bold claims

- entitled people who feel like they deserve the respect and admiration you receive

- people who use their charisma and charm to manipulate situations to their advantage, to make them seem more impressive or capable than you

- people who push your loyalty to the limit; may turn others against you by claiming your not worthy of their respect

- you may feel like you constantly need to be the center of attention or seem validation, and others may grow resentful

- your fear of vulnerability, fearing it will diminish your strength

- your over-competitive nature, always trying to compete to be the best or the brightest

- your dramatic outburst in conflicts, big or small

- your desire to be right that can make it hard to compromise

Hidden Enemies

- authority figures or mentors who appear supportive but subtly undermine your ambitions to hinder your progress

- people who criticize you from the background, making you doubt your capabilities

- people who exploit your fears about failure and authority; may subtly instill doubt in your amo

- people who are quietly working to achieve what you’re striving for, often cloaked as a facade of support

- people who provoke your insecurities in a way that leads you to procrastinate

- your anxiety that can lead you to avoid taking risks

- your constant need to judge yourself harshly, internalizing negativity that sabotages your confidence

- overwhelming yourself with responsibilities, taking on too much which can lead to resentment or burnout

- avoiding authority, which can lead to avoiding esponsibility, or facing challenges

- isolation due to ambition, which push away potential allies

Pisces Rising [ 7H Virgo - 12H Aquarius ]

Open Enemies

- people who constantly point out your flaws or mistakes, nitpicking every detail

- people who use your lifestyle choices against you, critiquing your health habits or routines, making you feel inadequate or guilty for your choices

- people who make you feel emotionally unsupported, challenging your emotions with harsh rationality

- unforgiving companions, people who leave little room for mistakes

- people who present themselves as helpful but use your vulnerabilities against you, like offer unsolicited advice then criticize you when you don’t follow through

- being overly critical of yourself, constantly judging your own actions or decisions

- your inflexibility; you struggle to adapt or compromise and others may feel stifled

- your overthinking; you may obsess over details, like in a disagreement

- you always try to present a perfect image, since you fear being seen otherwise

- your dependence on strict routines or standards in your relationships

Hidden Enemies

- individuals who appear friendly but have different ideologies or beliefs; may quietly oppose your views

- people who seem progressive but subtly sabotage your unconventional ideas, like twisting your plans or dismissing your contributions

- people who act like friends but fail to support you when it counts; may enjoy your company but undermine your efforts through neglect or indifference

- people who compete with you intellectually, often dismissing your efforts or planting seeds of doubt about your capabilities

- people who influence other’s opinions or create a false narrative about you, damaging your reputation without direct confrontation

- your own rebellious nature; you may struggle with standing or being unconventional in a way that leads to insecurities

- idealistic views, especially when others don’t live up to your expectations; can create hidden animosity

- your avoidance of facing responsibilities in favor of your ideals, especially when it comes to others who depend on you or expect more from you

- self-imposed isolation due to your unconventional approach to life, which can make relationships fade due to lack of engagement

[punkrockmlchael]

Enemies with Benefits

Masterlist | Eddie Munson Masterlist | Corroded Coffin Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Fem Cheerleader!Reader

Fuck Buddies; Enemies with Benefits (Both Eddie and Reader are 18+)

Warnings: 18+ mdni, Mean Eddie, Mean Cheerleader!Reader, Degrading Name Calling, Smut: This is literally just porn, Spanking, Oral (Fem and Male Receiving; Eddie is a head pusher), Cum Eating, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, afab reader

Request: I love your writing 🥹💞 Please write mean Eddie x mean cheerleader. Enemies hooking up to lovers? It would eattt. Hi! Thank you for the request, I had a lot of fun writing this.. but also, I changed it slightly so I guess if a part 2 is wanted let me know! I hope you all enjoy! Also huge thank you to my besties @the-witty-pen-name + @keeryhours for reading this through for me before posting smooches to you both!!

Synopsis: A freak and a cheerleader hate each other in public, but they really love to get each other off in private.

Word Count: 4k

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Well, well, well,” Eddie smirked as he opened the door of his trailer. “Look what the cat dragged in,” he added, leaning against the frame of the doorway. “Did you miss me that much, princess?” He asked, looking you up and down. The green and yellow cheer uniform you had on hugged your body perfectly and you knew Eddie enjoyed seeing you in it—whether he would admit it to you or not.

“Fuck off, Eddie,” you rolled your eyes, pushing past him. Your skirt moved up slightly as your hips swayed back and forth, teasing him with a little bit of a view along the way. 

“Ouch,” he smirked, closing the door behind you. “Is that really any way to talk to your dealer?” He asked, following you to his bedroom. “Speaking of, what brings you to my humble abode tonight? Need some more already?”

“You know why I’m here,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. He closed the door to his room and turned to you, stepping closer to you.

“Missed my cock that badly?” He asked, pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear gently. “Hmm?” 

You opened your mouth to argue with him but closed it real quick because he was right, as much as you hated to admit it—Eddie Munson was right. This had become your dynamic lately… hating each other at school, arguing and cursing each other out in front of everyone before you found yourself in his bed moaning and screaming his name. 

“Or, did you miss my mouth?” He smirked, a cocky grin on his face as he stepped closer to you. “Which is it, princess? You want to cum on my tongue tonight or you want to cum on my dick tonight?”

“Both,” you mumbled, glaring up at him.

“Oh, oh, oh,” he smirked, “both?” He asked, lips ghosting over yours gently. “I think I can make that happen,” he teased, lips pressing against yours roughly. You groaned, lips moving against his frantically as you tugged at the hem of his shirt. Eddie pulled away from the kiss to slide his shirt off, throwing it to the floor. Your perfectly manicured nails scratched up his stomach and chest, moving towards his biceps gently. You gripped his biceps slightly, nails digging into the muscles there as you leaned in for another kiss. 

You were met with a groan from Eddie as your nails dug deeper into his skin, leaving slight marks. Eddie’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him as his tongue licked your bottom lip gently. You continued to kiss him, not giving him the satisfaction of exploring your mouth with his tongue. Eddie’s hands made their way down your ass, moving under your cheer skirt as he squeezed both of your ass cheeks roughly, massaging them.

You gasped into the kiss, moaning into his mouth as he stuck his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch of it. He pulled you closer to him, squeezing your ass cheeks again as his noticeable erection poked at your thigh.

“You’re a fucking asshole,” you mumbled, pulling away from the kiss to trail kisses down his neck.

“Yeah,” he stifled a laugh, moving his right hand back to slap your ass gently. “And you’re a fucking bitch.” He said as his hand met your skin, a slight sting overcoming the skin on your ass. 

You moaned at the sting, looking up at Eddie. “You don’t seem to complain about how much of a bitch I am when I’m sucking your dick,” you commented, fingers moving to undo his belt.

“Yeah, and you don't seem to complain about how much of an asshole I am when I’m fucking you so hard into my mattress.” Eddie replied, his hands moving under your cheer top. He pushed it up slowly, his palms running against your stomach and over your bra covered breasts. He pushed the top up fully over your head, throwing it to the ground as his hands rested over your black lace bra, squeezing your breasts roughly. “Wow, did you wear this because you thought you’d get something tonight? What a slut.” 

You rolled your eyes, finally getting his belt undone. You undid his jeans and watched them drop to the floor in a pool around his ankles. “Oh, so because I’m wearing something sexy for you now I’m a slut?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yeah, you are,” he nodded, his thumbs hooking around the waistband of your cheer skirt before he pushed it down to your ankles. He watched the skirt fall, revealing a matching black lace thong. “Wow, a matching set, huh, princess? That somehow makes you more of a slut.” He smirked, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you closer to his body. He kissed your lips roughly, pushing you back towards his bed.

When your legs hit the edge of his mattress he pushed you back slightly, a gasp escaping your lips as you fell back against the mattress. You groaned when your back hit something hard, reaching around to grab a small book. You held it up and looked at it, rolling your eyes at the words Dungeons and Dragons Player Handbook. 

“Fucking nerd,” you mumbled, throwing the book to the floor. 

“Oh, sorry,” Eddie replied, his hands digging into your thighs as he pulled your legs apart. “Didn’t realize having actual hobbies made me a nerd. All you do is jump around a fucking basketball court while throwing sparkly pom poms in the air.” Eddie kneeled in between your thighs, leaning down to leave sloppy kisses on your neck.

“My bad, fucking freak,” you groaned, moving your head to the side slightly. 

“Yeah, whatever you fucking prissy ass cheerleader,” he mumbled, biting down on your neck gently. “At least my hobbies include using my brain; all you do is show your body off and distract people in the stands, making them chant every word you say.” Eddie kissed down your neck sloppily, kissing between your breasts as he continued to kiss and lick down your stomach. His fingers met the hem of your thong, pulling the skimpy fabric down carefully before he looked up at you, smirking to himself. “Look what we have here,” he mumbled, sliding his fingers through your wet folds. “Pretty girl getting all wet for the freak?” 

“Shut the fuck up,” you moaned, closing your eyes as he continued to move his fingers through your slick folds. Your hips bucked up involuntarily, trying to get more friction from Eddie’s hands. “King of the Freaks is already rock hard for the Cheer Captain�� isn’t he?” You smirked, moving your foot gently to rub over his hardened cock that sat beneath his boxers. 

Eddie hissed at the feeling, glaring up at you. “I swear to fuck, just for that I am going to make you scream my name tonight.” He moved down, licking a long stripe up your folds. He licked up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it as he sucked on it harshly, his fingers teasing your entrance before he slowly pushed his middle finger and ring finger inside. He curled his fingers with each thrust, looking up at you with a cocky glint in his eyes. 

“Jesus, fuck,” you moaned, your hands moving to his hair. Your fingers curled around his locks, tugging on them roughly. Eddie groaned around your clit, sending vibrations through your entire body as he continued to pump his fingers. “For a dumbass that’s had to repeat senior year three times, you really do know how to use your mouth and fingers,” you sighed, pushing his head down closer to your core. 

Eddie rolled his eyes, looking up at you as he sucked on your clit harder. “That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me,” he mumbled. He curled his fingers more, pumping them faster as he kissed over to your inner thigh, biting down on the soft skin there. He sucked on the skin, biting and nibbling before he blew on it gently, soothing the new forming mark he just made. 

You whined above him, glaring at him. “What did I tell you about making marks?” You asked, tugging on his hair harder. 

Eddie smirked, winking up at you. “You said no visible marks,” he reminded you. “This won’t be visible to anyone unless you really are a slut who takes her clothes off for everyone.”

You rolled your eyes, moaning again as Eddie thrusted his fingers deeper inside of you, curling them to hit just the right spot that he knew drove you crazy. Your hips moved against his fingers, moaning his name louder as you felt your high come closer into reach. 

“Come on, baby girl,” he purred, biting on your inner thigh again. He kissed your clit again before he sucked on it, biting down on the sensitive spot gently. “Cum for me, make everyone know the freak that you hate most is making you cum on his fingers and tongue.” 

You moaned again, back arching off the bed as you clenched around his fingers. His name escaped your lips like a prayer; you chanted it as you released on his fingers. 

Eddie smirked, removing his fingers from your core. He licked up your folds, taking in every last drop of your release before he kissed back up your stomach and chest. He sat up on his knees, sticking his fingers into your mouth. “Suck,” he commanded, groaning as your lips wrapped around his fingers and began sucking your juices off of them. “That’s it, look at that. See what the freak does to you, you slut?”

You moaned around his fingers, sucking on them as your eyes rolled back. “Eddie,” you mumbled around his fingers, moving your tongue along his calloused fingertips. 

He groaned, looking down at you. “What?” He asked, raising an eyebrow as you groaned around his fingers. You tried to speak but no proper words came out as Eddie pushed his fingers farther into your mouth. You groaned more, gagging on his fingers slightly as you glared up at him. He looked at you and smirked, pulling his fingers out of your mouth slowly. “I like you better when you have something in your mouth, it makes you shut the fuck up and I don’t have to listen to your attitude.” 

“I don’t have an attitude,” you argued, sitting up as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Oh, yes. You do,” Eddie smirked, running his thumb over your cheek gently. “You always have an attitude, you fucking bitch. Such an arrogant mouth too, the only thing it’s good for is sucking my cock, you know that?” 

“You just want me to suck your dick.” 

“Well, yeah.” Eddie laughed, rolling his eyes. “Anything to make you shut the fuck up.”

“Whatever,” you mumbled, shifting to your knees. Eddie laid back on his bed, letting you shuffle between his thighs carefully. You ran your nails down his chest and stomach, stopping right above the waistband of his boxers. You tugged the fabric down gently, and Eddie lifted his hips up to help you, one of the only times he would help you. 

As you tugged the fabric down his thighs, his rock hard erection sprang out, hitting his lower stomach with a soft thud. He groaned, watching you throw his boxers to the side before you sank down to your knees, taking his cock in your hand gently. The tip was red and swollen, leaking precum already from when he grinded himself into the mattress while he was eating you out moments earlier. You pumped him slowly, looking up at him with a teasing smirk.

“I need your mouth, princess,” Eddie groaned, running his hands through your hair gently. “And I kinda need it now,” he mumbled, taking your hair in his hand as he pushed your head down closer to his cock. 

You moaned, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock gently. You sucked slowly, looking up at Eddie before you slowly started taking more and more of him inside your mouth. His breath hitched as you went deeper, his hand pushing on the back of your head until you took all of him. You gagged around him, your eyes rolling back as you took all of him in your mouth. Eddie moaned loudly above you, gripping your hair tightly as he pulled you back up before he pushed you back down.

You moaned around him as he continued to do that, pulling you back by your hair before he pushed you back down roughly. You groaned and gagged around him, tears brimming your eyes as Eddie continued to use and fuck your mouth.

“God, shit. For being a bitch, you’re so good with your mouth. So good just letting me use your mouth for my own personal pleasure; little slut.” He groaned, pushing you down as far as you could go. You gagged loudly, looking up at him. “Look at you, such a good little slut for my cock; you probably like this, don’t you? You like being my little slut?” Eddie asked, pulling you back up slowly. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled, tightening his grip on your hair.

You groaned, moving back down to take him in fully. You gagged slightly, looking up at him as your tongue swirled around the underside of his cock. Eddie moaned loudly, his head falling back on the pillows as he thrusted up into you, his cock twitching in your mouth. He moaned your name as he shot rope after rope of his cum into your mouth and down your throat.

“Fuck, take it all you slut,” he groaned, releasing the grip on your hair. You pulled away from him with a pop, looking up at him with a smirk before you stuck your tongue out slightly. Eddie groaned louder when he saw his cum on your tongue. “You like that, you slut?” 

You rolled your eyes, swallowing what was still in your mouth and on your tongue before you looked up at him. “Just showing you what the bitchy cheerleader does to you,” you mumbled. You moved towards his inner thigh, leaving a soft kiss before you bit down on the skin, replicating the mark Eddie had left on your thigh earlier.

“Thought we agreed on no marks?”

“That went out the window when you marked me up yourself.” You muttered, biting down harder. You moved your hands behind your back, undoing your bra before you threw it to the side and onto the floor. 

“I think you secretly like when I mark you,” Eddie commented, his eyes moving to your now exposed breasts. “I think you secretly like it when I fuck you into the mattress too.”

“In your dreams,” you replied, biting on his skin harder as you sucked down and made another mark on his thigh. You kissed up his stomach and chest before your lips crashed into his roughly. Your knees moved to either side of him, hands on his chest as your lips moved against his.

Eddie kissed you back, his hands moving to grip your hips tightly. He held you close to him before he flipped you over, pinning you to the bed beneath him.

“I’m kind of sick of your attitude and sick of your mouth,” he mumbled, kissing your neck roughly. “But, god, I can’t wait to hear that same annoying little mouth scream my name while I fuck you into the mattress.” He groaned into your ear. 

You moaned softly, moving your head to the side as Eddie continued to kiss up and down your neck. “Eddie,” you mumbled, reaching down for his cock.

Eddie laughed, looking at you. “Damn, pretty little princess can’t wait? Does she need my cock that bad?” He asked, moving closer to you slightly. He rubbed his tip up and down your slick folds gently, pushing into you slowly to tease you. He watched as your eyes closed, a gasp escaping your lips as he slowly pushed further and further into you until he finally bottomed out. He groaned, staying in that place for a quick second to tease you. And to make you beg for more.

“Eddie,” you whined, bucking your hips up in search of some kind of friction. “Move, god, you’re such an arrogant asshole. At least fuck me.” You mumbled, looking up at him.

“Oh, you want me to fuck you?” He asked, pulling out of you completely. “Want me to fuck you into the mattress?” He asked, pushing back into you completely. “Want me to make you scream my name?” He asked, pulling out of you completely again. “Want me to fuck this attitude out of you?” He asked, pushing back into you roughly. “Because that is a challenge I am willing to take.” 

Eddie grabbed your wrists with his right hand, pinning them to the mattress above your head. He pulled out of you completely before he continued to thrust in and out of you at a fast and steady pace.

You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed as he continued to thrust into you. “Ed… Eddie,” you gasped, eyes rolling back as he continued to pound into you.

“Mm, yeah, you slut?” He asked, left hand moving down your body. He grabbed your knee, pushing it up to your chest as he moved deeper inside of you with the new angle. “You like that?” He groaned out, thrusting harder.

You moaned his name loudly, clenching around him as he asked that question. “Ye-yeah,” you mumbled, nodding your head as you moved your hips with his every thrust he made.

“Shit,” he moaned as he felt your walls clench around him. “God, you’re such a good slut for me, aren’t you? Taking my cock and letting me fuck you whenever I want.”

You nodded, “yeah, yeah. Good little slut for you and your dick,” you muttered, moaning louder as he thrusted deeply and hit your sweet spot. “Fuck, you asshole, god, right there,” you moaned his name as your back arched more.

Eddie smirked, tightening his grip around your wrists as he thrusted into you deeper. “Yeah, you like that?” He asked, pounding into you so fast that his headboard hit the wall. “You like it rough, you slut? You gonna cum on my dick for me?”

You whined louder, nodding your head as you clenched around him again. “Yeah, gonna… gonna cum on your dick, you fucking asshole,” you muttered.

“Do it.” He commanded, thrusting to hit your sweet spot again. You moaned his name loudly, praising it as it fell from your lips repeatedly. You clenched around him again, releasing on his dick as he continued to thrust into you as you rode out your high. “Hm, pretty little cheerleader got her wish tonight, huh? Got to cum on my tongue and my cock.” 

“Yeah, fuck.” You groaned, looking up at him. “Now you get to cum inside me, you fucking freak.” 

He moaned, leaning down to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. Your lips moved against each other frantically as he gave a couple more deep thrusts before his cock was twitching inside of you, releasing rope after rope of his cum. He coated your velvety walls with his load, staying buried inside of you as he moved to leave kisses down your neck.

“I still fucking hate you but, god, do I love fucking you. You’re such a slut for me, aren’t you?” Eddie breathed, trying to catch his breath.

 “Yeah, whatever you fucking ass.” You breathed out, looking up at him. Eddie smirked, pulling out of you carefully. You whined at the feeling, glaring up at him. “I should stop this, I feel like all I’m doing is boosting and stroking your already big ego.”

“My ego is definitely not the only thing you’re stroking,” Eddie winked, moving to lie next to you on the bed. He fell on his back with a huff of air, staring at the ceiling for a second. 

“Gross, you fucking pervert.” You muttered, hitting his chest gently.

“Yeah, well, again; you don’t seem to complain about me being a pervert when my head is between your thighs, licking up and down. Or when my fingers are inside of you, curling to hit your sweet spot just right. Oh! And, you definitely don’t seem to complain when my cock is inside of you, thrusting in and out. In fact, you even beg me to fill you up with my cum. Ironic, isn't it princess? You don’t seem to complain when I’m getting you off.” Eddie smirked, shifting to his side. He kissed your neck again, biting the skin gently before you rolled your eyes.

“You really are just such an arrogant and cocky asshole, aren’t you?” You asked, looking at him.

“Part of my charm.” He shrugged, a smirk plastered on his face.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Charm? What Charm?” 

Eddie looked offended and went to speak when he heard a knock at the front door and the doorbell ringing through the trailer. 

“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, glancing at the clock. “Shit, the guys are here.” He mumbled, springing to his feet. He quickly got his boxers and jeans back on, adjusting himself as he found his shirt. He threw your uniform at you before he slid his shirt over his head, trying to fix his messy hair a little bit. He opened the door to his room and pushed you into the bathroom quickly. “Act like you were here to buy and needed to use the bathroom, I’m getting the door.” Eddie quickly shut the bathroom door in your face before he made his way to the front door to let his friends inside.

You rolled your eyes, watching the bathroom door shut in your face. You quickly got dressed in your cheer uniform again, fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror as best as you could. You tried to make it seem like you weren’t just fucked way too well into a matress while screaming Eddie’s name. You balled your black lace thong up in your hand and opened the bathroom door, walking out to see Gareth, Jeff and Grant staring at you.

You looked up at them and smiled slightly, waving your free hand awkwardly before you looked at Eddie. He walked out of his room, holding a bag for you. “Here, sorry, I had to make sure I had it for you.” He mumbled, handing you the bag.

“Thanks,” you nodded, taking the bag from him. Eddie nodded, looking back at his friends that were staring at the two of you. 

“What?” He asked, leading you to the door. “Just a drug deal, you all have seen one happen before.” You stifled a laugh, walking to the door with Eddie. His friends shook their heads and looked away, walking towards the table to set up and plan their newest campaign. 

You watched them walk away and looked up at Eddie with a small smirk on your face. “Thanks, Eddie. Here’s your payment.” You placed your balled up thong in his hand and winked as he went slightly red, stuffing the lace fabric into his pocket. 

“Yeah, yeah, thanks. Whatever.” He mumbled, opening the door for you. “Bye, or whatever. Enjoy your… weed.”

“I will!” You giggled, blowing him a kiss. “Enjoy your payment.”

“Fuck off, you bitch.”

“Hm, how about I fuck you instead?” 

Eddie glared at you, closing the door on you before he sighed and walked to the table where his friends sat. Gareth looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Uh, I thought you hated her?”

“Yeah and I thought she hated you?” Jeff added, looking out the window as you got in your car.

“I do hate her. I fucking hate her guts.” 

And that was a true statement, technically…

Eddie might’ve hated your guts, but he also loved to rearrange them.

eddie tag list (and some people I think might like this!) : wanna be added? comment + let me know! @keeryhours ; @the-witty-pen-name ; @swiftieintheupsidedown ; @hawkinsmafia ; @pupwrites ; @clown420cunt ; @exploding-bonbon ; @borhapparker ; @corrodedcorpses ; @cowboylikemunson ; @alastorssimp ; @katethetank ; @myherometalhead ; @glassbxttless ; @losingmygrasponreality ; @the-unforgivenn ; @iitsmandii

[breezeharbour]

little guys studies, ft spyro 1 enemies that are more threatening than the game's final boss

[surayart]

The phantom of hell 🫀 Victor Vale × Eli Ever 🩸 ,,Vengeful", a novel by V. E. Schwab 🖤 Fanart painted with Procreate 🎨

[austinbutlerslovers]

Austin Butler on set for Enemies 😍

[you had me at the gloves]

[he’s the contract killer?! I’m screaming]

[pressureplus]

Ourmmm can I request a headcanon of nicknames Sebastion and the reader would give each other? Only if ur not busy of course 🙏🏾

This one's really cute, absolutely! nobody has any need to be shy here! ❤️

We're here for the fish content.

💖Sebastian Solace Nickname Headcannons💖

Warnings: N/A

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If You're Enemies:

• He's mean to most people but he's AWFUL to you

• Half of the things he uses to refer to you are curse words

• Bastard, Dumbass, Dickhead, ect... He can't even be bothered a good portion of the time, not with you

• And then there's days where he's feeling EXTRA

• "You look like your mother dropped you into a plinko machine."

• "Do you always act like you crawled out of the dredges of 4Chan?"

• "Oh, there's my favorite little insect!"

• The second he finds out you have mommy issues, he calls you motherless. You're missing your left eye, hand, leg, or ear? He'll call you Righty. Deformities and Mutations alike, he's petty and likes to take cheap shots

• Chance to call you by your name: 0%

If You're Acquaintances:

• You're probably a buyer, so Patron, Customer, Unfortunate Guest, and Expendable are all on the table

• If you work with him religiously, he might call you something special like 'Traitor' or 'Survivor'

• Customer Service says "try make sale", so he's most often short but sweet. Most of his mean commentary comes out when you're not in the shop

• "Oh, now, There's just the person I wanted to see! Welcome back."

• Doesn't talk to you much, so there isn't a ton of things he really calls you, you're towing a pretty neutral line

• Chance to call you by your name: 60%

If You're Friends:

• Actually genuinely wants you around, so now you get actual, meaningful interactions with this man other than buisness!

• He calls you Stupid and he calls you Clumsy, even occasionally calling you Reckless, Dummy, or Sucker

• If you're a little goblin, he calls you Crawler and Vermin

• And then he turns around and calls you Bestie, Favorite, and even Treat

• "Well if it isn't the Star of the Show!"

• Tends to lean towards positive interactions, as having someone he can truly call a friend to him makes him feel a little better about living in a place like this

• Chance to call you by your name: 40%

If You're Lovers:

• Oh God what have you done? How did you even get this far?

• He's SMOTHERING as a lover, and this absolutely extends to the way he refers to you

• Before, when you were Idiot, Crawler, or Treat? Now you're his little Idiot, Crawler or Treat

• "Is that my little star I see over there?"

• "Ah, there you are, my treasure, I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

• "There's my sweet little light, what are you doing?"

• "Are you doing well, my love? You aren't hurt?"

• "If it isn't my darling little diver."

• Likes that he's bigger than you not to emphasize that you're tiny and sweet to him

• Still hits you with something mean every now and then, probably poking fun at you in some way, most likely as an inside joke or a nickname from wherever your relationship started

• (RIP if y'all started as enemies, he's still going to be a bitch to you on his Extra days, it's a funny habit now... Though I guess now it's playful so you win some you lose some, right?)

• I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way, you know the sassy fish you decided to keep very well by now

• Chance to call you by your name: 5%

[austinslounge]

Filming of "Enemies" | Fan Footage from Chicago Streets

[angelssmvse]

𝘼 𝘿𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝙀𝙈𝙔

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ 𝘳𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 / 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧)

𝜗𝜚 𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙈𝘼𝙍𝙔 You’re JJ’s sister, part of a close-knit group of friends who’ve been through thick and thin together. But when you discover you have "kook" blood, your whole world is thrown into doubt. Among the chaos, Rafe Cameron becomes a constant source of tension, and despite your differences, your paths inevitably cross. After a violent storm leaves you and Rafe stranded in Morocco, you’re forced to rely on each other for survival. In the midst of uncertainty and danger, you start to realize that maybe, after everything, you’ve both been searching for something in each other all along.

𝜗𝜚 𝘼/𝙉 I happened to dream about Rafe Cameron last night and I HAD to write about him, so here’s a one shot smut (with an interesting plot + enemies to lovers). Enjoy angels <3

𝜗𝜚 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎 smut! minors DNI. This narrative contains mature themes and explicit content, including strong language, depictions of violence, adult situations (smut), and elements of both humor and tenderness (unprotected sex, p in v). Reader discretion is advised.

You were JJ’s younger sister, a proud Pogue, raised in a violent family but surrounded by loyal, kind-hearted friends. Your tight-knit circle, bonded by years of shared memories, was your world—Kiara, in particular, was your closest friend. Despite being a “half Pogue” by blood (as she came from a Kook family), Kiara was more like a sister than a friend. You never cared about fame or wealth. What mattered to you was living a peaceful life surrounded by the people you considered family. Your brother JJ, always impulsive and reckless, had a knack for getting into trouble. He often acted as though he could simply reset any bad situation, which meant you were left to pick up the pieces and look out for him. His anger issues, inherited from your father, could be unsettling at times, but you always knew he would never direct that anger towards you. Then there was Sarah—once a close friend before the tension between her and Kiara caused a rift. Naturally, you took Kiara’s side, but you were relieved when they eventually reconciled. In your younger years, Sarah was someone you’d spend a lot of time with. You’d visit her house, throw parties, and, inevitably, there was always someone who would find it amusing to tease you. The main culprit? Rafe fucking Cameron, Sarah’s older brother. Rafe had a reputation as a bit of a bully, though it was more complicated than that. He was rich, popular, and undeniably handsome, often using his status to irritate you and your friends. But after everything that had transpired in recent months, it seemed he had bigger problems to deal with—including that new buzz cut.

You were helping John B with some fishing, wrapping up a few chores before taking a moment to relax. “I’m just so glad we figured everything out, you know? Like… the old me wouldn’t even recognize myself. And JJ? I’ve never seen him this happy,” you say with a soft laugh, the thought of your brother bringing a smile to your face. John B returns the smile. “Yeah, I’m grateful for everything,” he says, taking a sip of his beer. The view from the boat was perfect—the calm, glassy water, the fresh fish, the sunset painting the sky, cold beers in hand, and the easy flow of conversation. It was the kind of moment you never wanted to end. Except… a larger boat, definitely a Kook’s, was drawing dangerously close. John B narrowed his eyes, and without a word, he flicked on the motor. “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” you shouted, glaring at the other boat. “Hey!” John B added, raising his voice as he tried to get their attention. Then you saw him. “Rafe?” you said, disappointment lacing your tone. “Rafe!” you repeated, disbelief creeping in. He smirked, leaning casually against the side of the boat. “Our property now! Go away, Pogues!” one of his friends yelled, throwing an obnoxious wave in your direction. “Leave, assholes!” They added, flinging their drink at your boat—whatever rich liquor they were sipping splashing across you. For a moment, you just stood there, frozen, as the alcohol soaked your clothes. “John B, let’s just leave,” you whispered, frustration simmering beneath your calm exterior. “What the hell!?” John B shouted, throwing his arms up in disbelief. Rafe’s head appeared over the side of the boat, holding a glass of whiskey in one hand, stumbling slightly as he tried to stay balanced. “Hey, y’all better leave,” he said, his voice nonchalant, though it was clear he was barely keeping it together. With a resigned sigh, you and John B started the boat, silently putting distance between yourselves and Rafe’s crew. It was clear they had nothing better to do than ruin the peaceful moment, but you weren’t about to let them.

A couple of weeks later, you found yourself on the same boat with Rafe—of all people—as he had just saved your asses from the police. Now, you were heading to Morocco, a place that seemed both like an escape and a new chapter of uncertainty. It had been a crazy ride—Sarah was pregnant, JJ was as drunk as ever, and you, well... you almost lost everything. Your property. Your life. You nearly got killed by some random guys, Pope had been arrested, and to top it all off, you had just discovered a truth that shattered everything you thought you knew. Your entire life had been a lie. You were a Pogue, born and raised, yet somehow, you had Kook blood running through your veins. Who would’ve thought? The irony wasn't lost on you. As the group argued over what to do with Rafe, you sat on the floor, trying to block out the noise. JJ, however, had fallen uncharacteristically silent, his eyes fixed on you while he sipped his drink. It was like he was trying to read you, but even in your haze, you could feel the weight of his gaze. He moved closer and sat down next to you, his breath heavy with the sharp scent of alcohol that always reminded you of your non-Dad. "Hey..." he murmured, his voice softer than usual. "Everything will be fine, okay? I’ll figure this out. We’ll kick Rafe off this boat, and—". But you couldn’t take it anymore. You stood up abruptly, pushing him away, the weight of everything crashing down on you all at once. Tears you had been holding back for so long finally spilled over, streaming down your cheeks. You could barely breathe, the pressure of it all suffocating you. "Jesus Christ, JJ, stop it," you said, your voice breaking as you turned and rushed toward one of the rooms, trying to escape from the overwhelming emotions that flooded through you. From his position, Rafe had been watching the entire scene unfold, observing everything from the higher deck as he took control of the ship. He didn’t trust any of you—not after everything that had happened. He knew he was in the wrong too; after all the backstabbing, the betrayals, the lies. He had done everything to gain your groups trust, and yet... despite everything, something about this group still gnawed at him. He had always denied it, but there was a part of him—an uncomfortable part—that felt a strange attachment to you. He hated how much it infuriated him when you talked to other guys, or worse, when they looked at you even for a second. It would drive him mad, make him feel this irrational, burning jealousy he couldn’t explain. Watching you laugh with the others, seeing how they adored you, made him lose his mind in ways he couldn’t understand. He had tried to push it all down, to convince himself that he hated you—that he hated everything about you. But every time he did, it just made him more miserable. When he saw you upset, it twisted something in his chest. He had always hated that about himself.

You woke up groggily from your nap, the boat gently rocking beneath you. Stepping out of your cabin, you made your way to the girls, feeling the weight of the day still hanging heavy on your shoulders. "Hey..." you whispered as you sat down next to them. Kiara immediately pulled you into a hug, her touch warm and comforting. "Are you feeling better?" she asked softly. "We didn't want to bother you." You let out a small sigh, nodding. "Yeah, I’m fine... Where are the others?" You looked around, surprised at how calm the boat felt, especially after everything that had happened. The girls exchanged a glance before the silence was broken by a scream from one of the locked rooms. "Let me out!" Rafe’s voice echoed, the desperation clear. You raised an eyebrow, looking at the girls in confusion. "What’s Rafe doing in there?" you asked, your voice unsure. Sarah sighed, her face tight with frustration. "We went to talk to him... and it didn’t end very well. He was armed. JJ punched him, and that was the only option left." You nodded slowly, trying to process it all. "Mhm. Okay. Okay." You took a deep breath, running a hand through your hair. "I think we should make dinner, huh?" It was the only thing you could think of to distract yourself from everything spinning in your mind. You didn’t want to open up, didn’t want to burden anyone with your problems. Everyone here had their own issues, and you had to deal with yours, quietly.As dinner came together, you prepared a small portion for Rafe. You hesitated for a moment, but then said, "I’ll bring this for him," before carefully picking up the plate and walking towards the door where Rafe was locked up.

You unlocked the door slowly, the sound of the mechanism clicking louder than it should’ve been. There, in the dim light, Rafe was sitting on the floor, his hands tied and drenched in sweat. His eyes lifted to meet yours, and for a split second, you saw something softer in them, something almost vulnerable. "Here," you said quietly, setting the plate of food down on the floor in front of him. You could feel his gaze on you as you stood, awkwardly, unsure of what to do next. He didn’t move, staring at the food without touching it. You glanced up at him again, catching his eye. "I’m sorry. They had no choice but this." Your voice was barely above a whisper, the weight of the words sitting between you both. Just as you turned to leave, you heard his voice, softer, but desperate. "Wait," he said, the word barely escaping his lips. "Just—stay. Please,". You froze, your back still facing him. For a brief moment, you hesitated. If you left now, you'd be an ass—he’d hate you for it. But then again, why should you care? He probably already hated you, right? And staying, talking to him... that felt like a betrayal to your friends, a line you didn’t want to cross. You swallowed the tight feeling in your throat and turned, shutting the door softly behind you. "Hey! Wait!" Rafe’s voice cracked through the silence, louder this time. "Hey!" He shouted, his frustration rising. You heard him begin to violently kick the walls, the sound sharp and jarring. "You’re just gonna leave me in here?!". You could feel the heat of his anger seeping through the door as he threw the food you’d just given him, the clatter of it hitting the walls making your stomach twist. You didn't look back. Instead, you kept walking, your heart pounding in your chest. As you moved away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to Rafe’s anger, something deeper. And despite everything that had happened—despite the hatred, the violence, the lies—you couldn’t help but wonder what it was that kept pulling you back to him.

The storm hit hard, howling through the night, throwing waves against the sides of the ship. You could hear the wind tearing at the sails and the relentless crash of thunder overhead. The entire ship felt alive, bucking beneath you as you clung to the nearest railing, trying to steady yourself as everything around you shook. You and John B were doing your best to keep things from spiraling out of control, struggling to keep the ship from tipping over in the chaos. But even with all the work, your mind was elsewhere. Suddenly, a thought pulled you out of your focused panic: Rafe. “Hey!” you shouted over the roar of the storm, trying to catch his attention. "I’m going to see what's going on down there, okay?" you yelled, nodding toward the cabin, your voice barely carrying over the loud wind. He gave you a curt nod, already moving in his own direction. You didn’t wait any longer. You turned on your heel, struggling to keep your balance as you made your way below deck. The floor was slick, waves crashing against the hull, and everything around you seemed to be in a constant state of motion, making it almost impossible to stay upright. You braced yourself against the walls, your heart pounding from the adrenaline, until you finally reached the locked door. “Rafe!” you called, your voice cracking slightly from the strain of the storm. You knelt down, quickly untying the knot that held his hands. You brushed your wet hair behind your ear, glancing up at him as he looked back at you. "Please don't let me regret this," you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them. Rafe chuckled darkly, shaking his head.

You both wasted no time. With a quick glance, Rafe took your hand and led the way. He moved with purpose, navigating the ship like he owned it, knowing every creak and groan of the ship better than anyone. You were behind him, just trying to keep up as the ship pitched and rolled beneath you, the storm making everything harder than it already was. Then, as you passed the galley, you both froze. There, sitting on the floor in the middle of the chaos, was JJ. He was slumped against the wall, a bottle of liquor in his hand, his head hanging low. His hair was wet and sticking to his forehead, and he looked like he was barely holding it together. “JJ…” you said softly, your heart aching at the sight of your brother in such a state. You walked towards him, but Rafe stayed a few paces behind, eyes locked on the situation. “Please get up,” you pleaded, your voice barely audible over the storm’s fury. JJ slowly lifted his head, his eyes glazed and unfocused. When he saw you, his lips twisted into a half-smile. "Or what? You got yourself a new boyfriend, huh?" he slurred, his voice thick with alcohol. You winced, feeling a pang of frustration. He was so drunk, so out of it, and it made everything worse. "JJ, please," you repeated, walking closer, trying to help him to his feet. But before you could reach him, he suddenly pushed himself up, swaying unsteadily. His glare was unfocused, but it was still intense. He held the bottle out toward you, but you moved quickly, taking it from his hands. “Enough,” Rafe’s voice cut through the tension. He stepped forward, placing himself between you and JJ. His tone was hard, firm. "Let's just get the hell out of here," he said, his voice quiet but commanding. JJ glared at him, his anger flaring. “You stay out of this, Rafe,” he snapped, his voice rough, but it didn’t have the usual bite. He was too drunk to even stand up straight, let alone fight back. Rafe stood his ground, pushing JJ back a step when he made a move toward you. "Not this time," Rafe said coldly. He didn’t even raise his voice, but his presence alone made JJ take a step back. You looked at both of them, torn between your brother and the strange, undeniable tension that hung in the air between you and Rafe. Your heart raced as you realized just how close everything was to spiraling out of control. The storm outside mirrored the one raging within the confines of the ship. For a long, tense moment, no one moved. You looked between Rafe and JJ, feeling the weight of the situation press down on you. Rafe’s expression softened slightly, but only just enough to show a hint of something unspoken. As you took a step back, you glanced at JJ, seeing the hurt and anger in his eyes, the pain behind the alcohol. “Let’s just get out of here,” you repeated, your voice quieter now. You turned toward the exit, Rafe’s hand guiding you away, as the storm raged on around you. But behind you, JJ’s words still echoed, mixing with the thunder outside, an angry shout that faded into the sound of the storm.

The three of you made your way back to the others, the atmosphere thick with tension as you all sat down around the dining table. The ship’s constant creaking beneath the storm’s fury only made the silence between you all feel heavier, more suffocating. The occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the space, highlighting the uneasy glances everyone was giving Rafe. The looks were silent, but they said it all: they didn’t trust him. And right now, you couldn’t blame them. You sat there, lost in your own thoughts, barely noticing the way the ship rocked violently beneath you. Everything felt so out of control, like you were spiraling, each moment pulling you further away from any semblance of safety. The storm, the tension, the confusion—it was all too much.

Then Sarah stood up, the scrape of her chair against the floor dragging everyone’s attention toward her. “Guys—where’s John B?” she asked, her voice full of panic. The group exchanged looks, eyes widening. The space suddenly felt too small, too tight. “I’ve got to find him,” Sarah said quickly, her voice sharp with urgency. Without waiting for anyone to stop her, she dashed toward the exit. “Sarah, wait!” you called after her, but she was already gone, running through the storm, gripping onto the nearest stable object to steady herself as the ship lurched violently. “John B!” she screamed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the wind and crashing waves. Her words were swallowed by the storm, and for a moment, you thought you might have imagined the way the air grew still around you. But then it happened—without warning, a massive wave crashed against the ship, slamming into Sarah with such force that her scream was suddenly cut short. Her body was swept off the ship, pulled into the dark, merciless sea by the violent water. “No!” you shouted, jumping to your feet, your heart hammering in your chest. You could barely process what you had just seen. The rest of the group scrambled, horrified, frozen in place for a moment. JJ was the first to react. Without hesitation, he dove toward the railing, reaching out for Sarah as she was dragged further away from the ship. "Sarah!" he screamed, but she was too far. His eyes locked onto her, and there was no choice left. He jumped. He didn’t even think, just threw himself into the water, desperate to save her, to pull her back. You stood there, unable to breathe, your eyes wide in disbelief. You watched as JJ disappeared into the waves, leaving you behind. John B and the others had seen it, too, all of you trapped in this horrible moment. Your mind raced, but your body was paralyzed, unable to move, unable to do anything to stop the chaos unfolding in front of you. Your best friend and your brother—two of the most important people in your life—were now lost in the storm, and there was nothing you could do to bring them back.

Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision. You turned around, your chest tight, hoping for some kind of comfort, some kind of clarity. But when you met Rafe’s eyes, the last person you expected to be there, you saw something you didn’t expect: sincerity. His expression was dark, filled with regret, pain, and maybe even guilt. Before you could say anything, Rafe was already there, pulling you into his arms. His embrace was tight, his hands running through your wet hair as the tears you had been holding back finally spilled over. You cried, quietly at first, your body trembling in his arms. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice low and rough, like he couldn’t find the right words, like he was searching for something to say but couldn’t find it. You didn’t know what to say, what to do. You didn’t want to feel this connection to him, not after everything that had happened, but in this moment, his touch was the only thing that grounded you. The storm outside, the storm in your heart—it all blurred together. All you could feel was the weight of what you had just lost. As Rafe held you, his warmth in contrast to the coldness of the storm, you clung to him, your tears soaking into his shirt. The sound of the storm, of crashing waves and thunder, seemed to fade into the background, drowned out by the chaos in your heart. In the silence of the ship, with only the two of you holding on, there was a brief moment where nothing else mattered.

The ship tilted violently, a massive wave crashing into it, sending everything into chaos. You reached for Rafe’s hand, but the wind and water pulled you apart. He grabbed you tighter, but it only made things worse as the ship lurched again, sending both of you overboard. You tried to hold on, but the weight of the water and the force of the storm were too much. The cold sea engulfed you both, dragging you down, your desperate gasps for air lost to the waves. The ship’s creaks and groans faded into the distance as you were pulled under, and just like that, you and Rafe were gone. Onboard, the rest of the group watched in horror, realizing they had lost not two, but four of you. The nightmare was endless, the storm swallowing everything in its path.

You and Rafe, still holding hands, struggled to stay afloat in the violent ocean. Hours passed, each minute feeling like days, until you finally spotted land. The moment you reached the shore, you collapsed onto the sand, exhausted and grateful. "Yes! Finally some land!" you yelled, gasping for breath. Rafe lay next to you, closing his eyes, and you stood over him, still trying to catch your breath. "What?" he murmured, not opening his eyes. "Are you planning to stay here forever?" you asked, hands on your hips. "God, let me take a break," he groaned, finally opening his eyes. "I’m hungry, Rafe." The two of you started a fire and managed to catch some fish after several failed attempts. It wasn't much, but it was better than starving. As the fish cooked, you sat in silence, staring at the fire. Rafe sat next to you, but kept his distance. "We should keep moving—find the others," you said, your voice cold. "I don't even know if my brother's still alive. We barely—" He interrupted you. "Let’s just rest for a bit, regain the energy we’ve lost." You shot him an angry glare, your frustration boiling over. For a split second, he saw something familiar in your eyes—your brother’s fire, your brother’s determination. You were unrecognizable, and it made his stomach twist. "No," you said, looking away, your voice quieter now.

You both set off again, trekking through unfamiliar terrain in search of the rest of the group. Hours passed without any sign of them. The search led you to a village, but you were lost in the maze of unknown streets. There was no trail, no clues. "Let’s just stop for a second and think, baby," Rafe suggested, his voice softer. You spun around, fury rising in your chest. "Don’t call me that!" you screamed, your finger pointed at him. Rafe’s patience snapped. He grabbed your wrist, pinning you against a nearby wall. "Hey, listen to me," he hissed, his voice low but firm. "I’m done obeying. Done doing whatever you're trying to do. You’re blinded by rage, and don't try to deny it. I know exactly how it feels." You froze, the fire in your eyes flickering for just a moment. His words hit harder than you expected. He was right—you were blinded by anger. You softened, just for a second, and his grip on your wrist loosened, giving you space. "Okay..." you whispered, feeling defeated but also oddly calm. "What do you have in mind?" A slow smile spread across Rafe’s face as he pulled a wad of cash from his pocket. "Where did you...?" you asked, confused and surprised. "Just follow me," he said, his grin widening.

The sun was setting as you and Rafe finally found a hotel for the night. The exhaustion of the day hung heavy on both of you, but as soon as you entered the room, your eyes locked on the single bed in the middle of it. You paused for a second, staring at it, then turned to Rafe. Before you could even say anything, he threw his hands up in defense. "It was the cheapest one, don’t blame it on me." You rolled your eyes and shook your head, unable to suppress a small sigh. "Of course," you muttered, rubbing your temples. The day had been long enough without having to deal with this. Rafe just shrugged, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "It’s not like you had any better ideas," he added, smirking. You narrowed your eyes at him but didn’t say anything more. What could you say? You were too tired to argue. Still, the thought of sharing a bed with him made your skin crawl a little. But in the end, you didn’t have much of a choice. "Fine," you said, dropping your bag onto the floor. "Let’s just get through the night.". Rafe gave a half-grin, settling down on the edge of the bed. "Agreed." It wasn’t ideal. But after everything, it was at least a place to rest—something you both desperately needed.

It was late, and sleep refused to come. You sat up, glancing over at Rafe’s face in the soft moonlight. He looked so different—almost innocent, like someone else entirely. He wasn’t the man everyone feared, the violent, unpredictable guy. Maybe he needed to be understood. Or maybe, you thought, you were just too tired to think clearly. You slipped out of bed quietly and made your way to the balcony, craving the cool night air. The breeze hit your skin, and for a moment, you felt a sense of calm wash over you. You leaned against the railing, taking in the view as you let your thoughts drift. You couldn’t help but reflect on your past—how you’d gone from having nothing, to having everything, and then losing it all over again. When would it stop? Just as the weight of your thoughts grew heavy, a voice broke the silence. “The view’s beautiful, mhm?” Rafe’s voice was low, his gaze distant as he stood in the doorway, his eyes turned away. You turned toward him, catching his eyes for a brief moment before looking away. "Yeah, it really is," you said softly, your voice almost drowned out by the sounds of the night. Rafe nodded, clearly trying to find the right words, but they didn’t seem to come. The silence stretched between you, both of you caught in your own heads. You could feel the tension rising, the unspoken words thick in the air. You took a breath and spoke up, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “Hey, Rafe?”—“Yeah?” he responded quietly, turning his attention back to you. You hesitated, then looked up at him. “Thank you. Thank you for saving me.” A smile tugged at the corner of Rafe’s mouth. He gave a small nod. “You wouldn’t be sleeping in a nice hotel if it wasn’t for me,” he said with a light chuckle, the tension in his voice easing for a second. You couldn’t help but smile, a soft laugh escaping you as you lightly punched his arm. "Hey," you teased, trying to break the seriousness that had built between you.

The brief moment of laughter faded quickly, and the air around you both grew heavier. The silence between you two became thick with something else, something unspoken. Your eyes locked once again, and this time, neither of you looked away. It felt like the space between you was closing, drawn in by some invisible force. Your heart raced as you both stood there, drawn together by the weight of the moment. The space between the two of you slowly closes as he kisses your soft lips. The kiss deepens, becoming more and more passionate. His hands roam over your body going to your hips as he holds you tight. You, tip toed, hold him by his neck as he picks you up bringing you to the bed finding himself on top of you now. You look up as you catch his gaze, filled of lust and desire. He begins to kiss your neck leaving love trails all over you, his warm breath makes you arch your back against him—and God knows how much he loved it, how long he wanted this, just to have you closer to him made this man feel complete somehow. A shiver run through your spine as you feel his belt unbuckle, he kisses you before leaning back, staring at you for permission as you nod. And without hesitation he finds his entrance starting to follow a slow and steady rhythm, not wanting to hurt you. You moaned holding tight onto his shoulders, he began to move faster making you moan louder, he smirks, “You like it? Mhm?” He whimpers in your ear as he kept going. You were so close, trying to hold tight miserably. Your legs wrapped around him as he slows his pace teasing you. “Rafe,” you whimper, “please.” Rafe smiles at you as he keeps up to his pace again finally making you reach you climax as you arch you back releasing all that you had left. He keeps going before pulling out and crashing on top for you catching his breath and softly kissing your neck. He loved every single thing about you—the way your hair fell just right, the way your eyes sparkled, the fire in your voice. He loved your stubbornness, the way you never backed down. But that was the problem. He hated the fact that he loved you. It infuriated him, this feeling he couldn’t control—couldn’t fight. You were everything he couldn’t have, everything he’d never deserve. And yet, there he was, drawn to you in a way that made him lose himself, lose the hard shell he’d built around his heart. He hated how much he wanted you. How much he needed you. Because in the end, he knew it would never end well. It never did. But in this moment, as your gaze met his, as your lips met his, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Maybe that was it—maybe all you both needed was each other this whole time. Maybe the answer had always been simpler than you thought. Maybe, despite everything that stood between you, despite the complications and the fear, all you really needed was to be together. To stop fighting it, stop pretending you didn’t care. And maybe, just maybe, it was finally time to admit that, for both of you, this was where you belonged.

Copyright © angelssmvse 2024 — I own only this story; please do not copy nor translate without permission or proper attribution. I give credit for the character Rafe Cameron from the series "Outer Banks" by Jonas Pate. This is the only platform where I have published the story.

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