#Fratboys collection

[holylulusworld]

Friends only

Summary: You are more than friends.

Pairing: Fratboy!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, unrequited feelings?, fluff, mentions of a blowjob

A/N: This story is part of my Fratboys collection

“Why don’t you want to give me advice for my date?” Dean puckers his lips. He batts his long eyelashes, trying to convince you to help him once again. “Sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging.”

“We are not friends,” you quip, and turn your attention back toward the books in front of you. “I’ve got no time to give you advice all the time. Ask one of your buddies.”

"We aren't friends?" He splutters. "Why? When did that happen? Since when are we, not friends anymore?"

“Forget it,” you wave Dean off. He doesn’t need to know that he broke your heart not ten minutes ago when he told you about his date with that hot girl he just met. “You have enough girls hanging on your every word. You don’t need me.”

“Y/N, tell me since when we are no friends? Last time  I checked we were friends and roommates!” Dean argues. He puts his hands on his hips and stares at you, waiting for you to answer his question.

You slam the book shut and get up from your seat to size Dean up.

“You really want to know?”

“Yes,” he throws his hands up. “What am I talking about the whole time? I want to know since when we are no friends anymore.”

"Since I know how your cum tastes on my tongue," You bite back. "You remember last week, right? When you came to me after a bad date, whining about how the girl only liked your good looks and car. That no one ever listens to you. I built you up again, and then, your cock ended up down my throat.”

“I remember,” he closes his eyes, remembering how your lips felt wrapped around his cock. His cheeks shades of red, and Dean looks down at you, guilt written all over his face. “I shouldn’t have let you suck me off to make me feel better.”

“For fucks sake Dean,” you throw your hands up too. “I sucked you off because I wanted to. I had hoped this means more than a blowjob to you.”

“I—what?” Dean licks his lips. “I don’t understand.”

“Sometimes you are so dull, Dean. That night, I wanted you to make me feel good too.” You shake your head. “But right after I made you cum down my throat, that girl called, and you slipped out of my mouth to take her call. Do you know how I felt?”

“I didn’t know you wanted more of Dean. I would’ve gone down on you, sweetheart. I came back, and wanted to return the favor,” he argues. “You said that you are tired and went straight to bed.”

“Because I felt like a cheap whore, Dean! God. Men can be so stupid and insensitive. If a girl gives you a blowjob, you don’t answer your damn phone after you came. And you for sure don’t talk to some other bitch, Dean.”

“Y/N…” He sighs as you give him an angry look. “I’m sorry. This was a serious case of miscommunication.”

“You don’t get it, Dean!” You sniffle. “Anytime you ask me for advice to get laid, I’m hurting. You don’t even realize how much you hurt me with your behavior.”

“Uh-this is not about sex…right?” He looks at you like a confused puppy. “Right?”

“No, Dean. This is not about sex,” you groan. “I want you to ask me out, not some random chick you just met. But you only ever pay attention to me when you need advice on how to get laid.”

“Oh…OH!” Dean nods slowly. “You want me to cuddle you after a blowjob?”

“Are you serious…” You throw your hands up again. “I give up.”

“Y/N,” he whispers lowly, “I was joking.” Dean steps closer to cup your cheek. “Do you want me to make sweet love to you?” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“I want you to make sweet love only to me,” you huff. “That’s what I want. I don’t want to be a one-night stand to you like all the other girls.”

“Sweetheart,” he brushes his lips over yours, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you like me. Maybe we should talk about what to do now. I’d offer to go down on you, but I think it’s better to ask you out first.”

“Is everything a joke to you?” you sigh deeply. “This isn’t funny to me. I hate having feelings for someone who-”

Dean silences your rant with his lips. He cups the back of your head to keep you from breaking the kiss.

“I like you a lot, sweetheart. Let me prove to you that I can be more than a one-night stand to you too…”

[nottsangel]

the red means i love you — r.c.

pairing: dark!rafe cameron x dark!reader

warnings: 18+ smut, murder, vaginal sex, extreme violence, stabbing, blood, knifeplay (carving), bloodplay, possessive and obsessive behaviour (reader and rafe), fingering, hair pulling, slight spanking, toxic relationship, reader and rafe are both fucked in the head

word count: 5k

summary: in a relationship fueled by hidden obsession and jealousy, you and your boyfriend are more alike than you initially thought.

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You hummed along to the song blasting from your speakers, stretched out on your stomach while absentmindedly scrolling through TikTok, your long nails tapping against the screen. With your boyfriend away on their annual family vacation, you were left restless and bored. Since you started dating him a year ago, you've spent practically every moment together, causing your hobbies and personal interests to gradually fade, along with your sense of individuality. He was the centre of your world, everything in your life revolved around him— you were willing to go to any lengths for him, and you knew he would do the same for you. What you both didn’t know, was how far you would be willing to go for each other.

Yawning while watching the nth slime scoopability video on your TikTok for you page, a notification popped up on your phone— rafe_cameron posted a new picture! You instantly tapped on it, having notifications turned on for a reason only to find a photo of your boyfriend on a yacht, clad in nothing but his blue swimsuit. Fuck. His defined abs, the tight shorts showing his bulge through the fabric, his hair messy and slightly wet— you instantly felt an ache between your legs, prompting you to rub your thighs together.

Though it had only been a few days since you had last seen him, his absence weighed heavy and the picture didn’t help. You found yourself analysing every single detail of the picture, but your focus kept going back to his bulge as you could practically feel his cock filling you up so perfectly like he does every night again, except for tonight. You were desperately craving his touch, and just as you were about to reach your hand into your shorts to relieve the achy feeling, your mood was ruined when you checked the comment section.

oliviaprentiss4: looking good Cameron! 😍

Bang. You threw your phone aggressively at the wall while letting out a piercing scream as your breaths grew shallow and fast, anger coursing through your veins. Fucking bitch. Of course it’s Olivia, who goes after your man every chance she gets. Despite Rafe's constant assurances that she's just a friend and nothing more, as a girl yourself, you can't help but notice the subtle flirtations — the way she twirls her blonde locks while gazing up at him with fuck-me eyes whenever they talk. You're not stupid.

You fixed your gaze intently on the wall, attempting to collect your thoughts and calm your breathing as a plan dawned upon you. Swiftly grabbing the lip gloss from the bedside table next to you, you hastily reapplied it before gathering your phone from the ground and switching to the camera app. You raised your phone in the air, pushing your tits up and pulling your top down just a tad bit, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination as you snapped a few pictures while switching poses.

Brandon is gonna fucking love these, you thought to yourself while scrolling through your camera roll, referring to a fratboy you met at a party before you started dating Rafe. You hooked up with him once, seeing him as nothing more than just a one-night stand, but he became obsessed with you after that— replying to your Instagram stories daily and asking you to hang out at least once a week. You knew he would comment if you posted a few sexy pics, and you were right.

brandontheman: cute top, but im more interested in whats under it ;)

You bit your lip as an amused but sinister smile spread across your face, knowing it would infuriate Rafe. Clicking back on his profile to check the new picture once more, you noticed new comments had been added. Your smile abruptly vanished as you glanced at Rafe's comments section again, feeling the anger that had started to subside returning with force.

rafe_cameron: @ oliviaprentiss4 Thanks liv.

Liv. He fucking calls her Liv. Fucking asshole. You muttered curses under your breath, fists clenching as your breathing quickened and your jaw tightened again. He could've simply ignored her. Or deleted her comment. Or blocked her when you started complaining about the bitch four months ago. But no— the fucking idiot calls her Liv, for everyone to see, including you.

With hands trembling from sheer rage, you redirected your attention to your phone before switching profiles. rafe_cameron. Now, you wouldn't exactly label yourself as toxic for having his profile logged in on your phone. You're just, you know, keeping an eye on him, with the best intentions after all. Even though he was unaware that you peeked into his phone to get his password when he was showering. Hmm. Okay, maybe you were a little toxic, you can admit that much. But being toxic means being smart so you went to settings and disabled notifications, ensuring Rafe wouldn’t suspect a thing before tapping on his chat with Olivia.

As you scrolled through the chat, nothing new caught your eye, which didn't come as a surprise given that you checked his profile on a daily basis. It was the usual— Olivia showering him with compliments whenever he posted a picture of himself, and him graciously thanking her. You shook your head in disbelief, your jaw tensing with anger at his consistent responses to her. She was a big problem— a serious threat to your relationship, and you desperately needed to get rid of her. You took a deep breath, hoping your plan would succeed, before typing out a message.

rafe_cameron: hey liv.

oliviaprentiss4: hey rafey!

Rafey. Oh, this bitch really wants to die.

rafe_cameron: my girlfriend is out of town tonight. wanna come over?

oliviaprentiss4: sounds good! I’ll be there at 9!! 🤍

Not a girl’s girl, huh? You scoffed at how easily she agreed to a man cheating on his girlfriend, yet a small smile tugged at your lips as it seemed that your plan was starting to take work. Now you just had to figure out how to get inside Tannyhill, but let’s be real— breaking in is the easiest part of it all.

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Cameron’s estate except for a few lights that you hastily switched on when you arrived five minutes before nine. It was quiet; the only sounds in the eerie mansion were the ticking of a clock and a few birds chirping outside.

You were impatiently sitting on the couch, waiting for Olivia, with your knee bouncing up and down— not from nerves though, but rather, excitement. A wicked grin spread across your face as you heard the doorknob turn, followed by cautious footsteps on the wooden floor. Olivia gasped audibly when she spotted you, her face flushing bright red as she stumbled over her words, too stunned to articulate a coherent sentence.

“I- Sorry, Rafe said- I mean. I thought you wouldn’t-“ “You thought what, exactly? That you could fuck my boyfriend without me knowing? God, you really are such a stupid, fucking bitch.”

Your words hit her hard, causing her to freeze in place as she fiddled with her fingers nervously. She realized she fucked up bad when she caught the insane, psychotic glare in your narrowed eyes, which was filled with unmistakable hatred directed at her. It sent shivers down her spine— she came to the stark realization that you were more than simply a jealous girlfriend; she was fearing for her life.

You rose from the couch and marched towards her, causing her to take steps back in panic, her eyes widening in terror. But you were quicker, consumed by rage. She cried out in agony as you seized a handful of her blonde hair, and violently hauled her towards the ground until she smashed into the floor with a loud thud.

“Tsk, so many men, and still, you had to choose mine. Dumbest decision you could make, Liv. And you’re gonna fucking regret it.” You hissed as you straddled her. She slowly opened her eyes, feeling disoriented from her head hitting the floor as she confusedly gazed up at you. It was over for her. You knew it, she knew it. The poor girl gulped when you took a knife out of your back pocket— the pocket knife that Rafe bought you to defend yourself from men. Oh, if only he knew. Thank you baby, best present ever.

“Here’s what I’m gonna do. I will use this cute little knife to stab you, okay? Not just once though, no, there’s no fun in that.” Now, this was the moment where she broke down in tears, pleading for you to let her go. You revelled in the sense of power, devoid of any trace of empathy, as you observed the girl's panicked state with streaks of mascara running down her face. What the fuck did she expect? It’s the consequences of her own actions.

You gripped her face tightly, sharp nails pressing into her skin as you forced her to meet your gaze, her eyes wide with fear and brimming with tears as they met yours. She was frozen in place, paralyzed by an overwhelming sense of dread. “Hey, hey, just shut up for a moment and let me do my thing, okay? This is my moment and I can’t have you fucking it up. I’ve been looking forward to this.”

You paused and slowly closed your eyes, savouring the momentary bliss until Olivia interrupted you, prompting an irritated exhale and forcing your eyes to reopen. “Let me go, please! I wasn’t even gonna do anything with him! I promise!” she attempted and pleaded for one last time, despite knowing deep down that it wouldn't change anything. Your hatred was too strong, as evidenced by your eyes— the psychotic look on your face caused goosebumps to form all over her body.

“You think…” you started, breath quickening in growing anger as your jaw tensed, shaking your head and snickering in disbelief, “…you can fucking LIE TO ME?” you screamed before raising the knife in the air, not wasting any more time as she only fuelled your rage further, followed by bringing it back down, right into her chest next to her silver necklace with the letter ‘O’ attached to it. She let out a piercing scream out of agony before you quickly pulled the knife out, blood spurting in every direction possible just like in slasher movies, making you forget for a moment that this was real life. You were so caught up in the moment— it felt therapeutic in a way to finally release all of your pent-up rage.

“Don’t” stab. “touch” stab. “my” stab. “man, Liv.” stab, stab, stab.

Your heart raced as you witnessed the life drain from her ocean-blue eyes, a rush of power and exhilaration consuming you as you smiled down at her with a manic glint in your eyes. You experienced a strange sense of peace along with a wave of relief washing over you. Problem solved.

Standing up again, you had to steady yourself as you felt slightly lightheaded with adrenaline rushing through your body. You wiped the remaining blood from your face with your shirt before hearing a faint scream coming from upstairs, making you gasp as your heart beat out of your chest. What the fuck? You were convinced that no one was home, the entire Cameron family on their yearly vacation far, far away.

The screams came to an abrupt halt followed by a loud thud before hearing a person grunt, as if they were struggling while carrying something heavy. Fuck fuck fuck. This was when you started to panic. Whoever it was coming down the stairs right now was about to witness you fully covered in blood with a fucking dead body lying next to you on the floor. It was over.

“Shit man… why’s it never the skinny, short guys she fuckin’ falls for?” you heard a familiar voice complain, making you blink your eyes a few times as you saw your boyfriend descend the stairs while dragging a lifeless body behind him. “…Rafe?” you uttered, making him snap his head to the side, startled by your sweet-laced voice calling out his name.

First, his gaze fell on you, locking his blue eyes with yours, both widening in shock while staring at each other. Oh, he really fucked up, he thought, until he noticed the corpse next to you with the knife in your right hand, fresh blood dripping from it onto the floor. He then turned to face the body he was dragging down the stairs, blinking several times as he attempted to process the bizarre situation.

“Oh shit. We’re like that one Spiderman meme, babe.” you chuckled, cocking your head to the side as you watched the body comically fall down each step with a thud, leaving a trail of fresh blood behind. Rafe looked at you in astonishment, before his face quickly turned into one of absolute fury with nostrils flaring and his eyes narrowing. You knew that look on your boyfriend’s face— he was about to freak the fuck out. “ooohh my god, oh my god… what— what the FUCK are you doing?!”

Your face instantly dropped as you scoffed at the hypocrisy, “What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck are YOU doing?” you hurriedly marched towards him, casually stepping over the girl’s lifeless body with the bloody knife still in your right hand. With your faces merely inches away, you stared into his enraged, narrowed blue eyes before turning your attention to the body resting against the stairs. Brandon. The poor boy has been beaten to death with what you assume Rafe’s baseball bat, which has been sitting in the corner of his room untouched for quite some time, always leaving you wondering why he still had that thing. Well, that question was answered now. Brandon’s face was nearly unrecognisable, it was not a nice sight. He was covered in blood from head to toe, and it was clear Rafe used Brandon’s body to get all his aggression out.  

Your attention was then drawn to the once-white carpet he was standing on, which was now ruined and completely covered in blood. “Oh, and real smart, Rafe. Letting a body bleed all over your fucking carpet. What are you gonna tell your family, huh?” You snorted, taking in the mess that Rafe had made all over the house.

“That’s… that’s what you’re fuckin’ worried about here!? Just… I—  I don’t know, say you were on your period or some shit, jesus.” he rolled his eyes and shook his head, obviously not thinking about the fucking carpet right now as his mind raced with a thousand thoughts while squinting his eyes, still trying to figure out who the body was on the other end of the room.

“Is that— is that Oliv-“ “ON MY PERIOD, RAFE?! I’D BE FUCKING DEAD ALREADY IF THAT’S HOW MUCH I BLEED EACH MONTH, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!”

Rafe briefly closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, attempting to block out your exasperating voice but failing miserably as it was the only thing he could hear at that moment. His breathing accelerated and his eyes narrowed as his frustration reached its boiling point, his vision blurred with a red haze of anger before punching a hole in the wall, the impact echoing throughout the room, sending shockwaves of sound outward. “FUCK! Why do you— why you always gotta fuck things up for us, huh? Can’t you just be a normal fucking girlfriend for once? Jesus fucking christ.”

A normal girlfriend? Your heart shattered into a thousand pieces at his words. Each syllable fell like a knife to the heart, leaving you more vulnerable and hurt. In that moment, you realized with a sense of sorrow that no matter how much you loved him, it would never be enough. Tears from sheer rage and heartache began to well up in your eyes as your grip on the knife tightened. You felt so misunderstood— why couldn’t he just see that no girl could ever love him the way you do? That everything you do is for him?

“I— I did this for you, Rafe, for us. Can’t you fucking see that? She was gonna— fuck—  she was gonna ruin what we have!” you spoke in a trembling but urgent voice, swaying the knife in front of his face as blood splattered all over the walls, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. “I’d do anything for you, you hear me? ANYTHING! Nothing is ever gonna get between us, Rafe. And no one— no one will ever love you more than I do.” His eyes were eerily still, devoid of any trace of humanity, as he stood frozen, listening to your ramblings. It only fuelled your rage more, as you so desperately tried to get it through his head that you did it for him, with the best intentions, but Rafe gave no reaction.

“I just—  I just don’t get it… How the FUCK is this my-“ you continued with tears streaming down your face but gasped when you were abruptly interrupted by Rafe grabbing your face, leaving a red blood imprint on your cheek before pushing you against the cold wall followed by his lips meeting yours in a fervent urgency. His body was pressed against yours with his hand gripping the back of your head, pushing you deeper into him to intensify the kiss as your tongues danced together. At that moment, all your surroundings melted away as you were lost in the overwhelming need for each other.

Because oddly, it turned him on— your insanity turned him on. It stirred a sensation of warmth, a tingling feeling, and a deep sense of gratitude within him. Knowing someone loved him to the point of being willing to do anything for him, even if that meant killing— that was all Rafe needed in his lonely existence, longing for someone to love him with the same intensity he felt for them. Rafe Cameron just needed to be loved.

“You’re— you’re… fuckin’ perfect.” Rafe whispered, his voice laced with an unfamiliar sweetness as his blue eyes intensely gazed into yours. Perfect? You blinked a few times as you shook your head, unable to process the sudden change in demeanour. “W-what?” you stared at him before he cupped your face with both hands, a look of solace and devotion on his blood-stained face. “Listen to me, yeah? ‘m never gonna let you go, I fuckin’ promise that. I’d do anything for you— anything, you hear me? Gonna take good fuckin’ care of my girl, a’ight?”

A relieved smile graced your lips, a chuckle escaping as you found comfort before you leaned in to kiss him once more, the embrace deeper and more intense than before, filled with longing and desire. He pushed you towards the couch, making you stumble backwards while feeling more aroused with each step you took. It was a bizarre scene— both of you covered in fresh blood, hungrily touching every part of each other’s bodies, with two corpses on the floor next to you, still bleeding all over. But that wasn’t any of your concern at that moment. All you cared about was how his skilled hands moved over your skin, making you crave him even more.

Rafe, on the other hand, felt he still had something to prove— as if murdering a man wasn’t enough. He needed you to know how good he could make you feel. He needed you to understand that no man on this planet could treat you better than him. You could see it in his lustful eyes as he pushed you back on the couch, followed by him crawling on top of you and attacking your still blood-covered neck with hungry kisses. The ticklish feeling of Rafe’s mouth made you giggle as the metallic tang of blood flooded his senses, coating his tongue with an iron bitterness that lingered long. He didn’t know whose blood it even was, maybe both of theirs together mixed with yours, by the way he was so aggressively biting and sucking on your skin.

“Mine. All fuckin’ mine. Got it?” he snarled as he withdrew and grasped your face tightly, forcing you to look him into his intense eyes. You agreed with a nod, flashing a naughty smile as you gazed up at him coyly through your lashes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Don’t wanna go around killin’ the entire neighbourhood.” He growled, before trailing his lips to your earlobe, gently sucking on it as his expensive cologne filled your nostrils. “But I will if I have to.” His voice raspy as he spoke, making you become wetter with each passing second.

“Hm, i don’t doubt that.” You remarked before a moan escaped your lips caused by Rafe’s hand groping your tits under your shirt, massaging them over the laced bra that he bought for you. “But know that I would kill the entire female population of the Outer Banks.” He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle, still wrapping his head around just how insane his girlfriend truly was. “You’re so fucked in the head, shit.“ he whispered, pulling your bra down and toying with your nipples, making you bite your lip, “Just how I like it.”

Rafe then grabbed the knife from where you had dropped it next to the couch, skilfully twirling it a few times. You observed him with a rush of anticipation, uncertain of his intentions. He slid the knife beneath your top, eliciting a gasp as he swiftly sliced through the fabric, ruining your clothes, before repeating the action with your shorts.

“Rafe, what the fuck!” You hissed in annoyance as he destroyed your clothes. “Those were my favourites! Oh, don’t you fucking dare do the same with my underwear” It was evident he wasn't taking you seriously, the smug smile on his face only grew bigger before he slipped the knife under your bra and cut it open as well in one swift motion.

“Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. You know I can buy you anything you want, yeah?” Your lace underwear was next, leaving you inwardly agitated as he cut the fabric and flung it across the room. Seeing your dejected expression, he released an exasperated sigh. “Stop with the whining. I’ll take you shopping tomorrow, a’ight?”

He seized you by the hips and quickly turned you around, pressing your face into the cushion before you could comprehend what was happening as in an instant, you found yourself face down with your ass up, angled towards him. “Fuckin’ soaked already, huh?” He suddenly grabbed a handful of your hair and raised your head, then stuck his blood-covered fingers into your mouth. You swirled your tongue around his digits with a mixture of blood and drool running down your chin while feeling his clothed boner press against your bare ass. “Yeah— that’s right baby. Lick my fingers clean like a good fuckin’ girl.” You could feel yourself dripping down your inner thighs before Rafe scooped it up with his now clean fingers and slipped them into you from behind, making you let out a hitched breath at the sudden sensation as you moaned his name.

It didn’t take long for his digits to find your g-spot as he skilfully rubbed against it, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your pornographic moans combined with the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you made it difficult for him to control himself any longer, so he abruptly pulled out, causing you to whine at the sudden loss of contact. “You bitch! I was so fucking close!” Rafe’s hand reeled back before you felt a stinging pain on your ass, making you jolt forward on the couch. “Watch that fuckin’ mouth if you wanna cum.”

You heard the unbuckling of a belt behind you followed by feeling Rafe’s erection teasing your folds, dragging the tip up and down as his precum mixed with your wetness. Growing increasingly impatient, you tried to push yourself back onto his cock, to no avail as he held your hips firmly. “Aww, poor girl wants it bad, huh?” his voice laced with faux sympathy. “Then beg for it.”

“Rafe just fucking do-“ your words were quickly interrupted by him grasping your hair and leaning down to your eye level. “I said fuckin’ beg for it.”

“Fuck. Please, okay! I need to feel you! Just, please, fuck me” Rafe pushed himself into you in one quick thrust, swallowed by your warmth as he watched his cock disappear into your body. He gave you no time to adjust as he stretched you out completely, causing a brief sensation of pain that was quickly replaced by pleasure. He let out a sigh at the feeling, one hand on your lower back and the other on your hip as he quickly set a brutal pace— deep, erratic thrusts hitting your sweet spots so perfectly. Your nails scraped against the leather of the couch, nearly tearing it apart as you pushed yourself back onto Rafe’s cock, making him grunt at the sight. He massaged your inner walls so perfectly, making you moan his name loudly over and over again.

Rafe suddenly stopped in his tracks, cautioning, “Stay still or this will hurt, like bad, a’ight?”, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion before hearing him reach for the knife once again from next to him, sending a gulp down your throat. You tensed, anticipating the sensation, well aware of what was about to happen, just as you felt the sharp edge of the blade against your delicate skin while he was still balls deep inside of you. “So fuckin’ pretty all covered in blood, shit.” You could feel the letters he was etching into your skin— R.C., his initials. Once he was done, he tossed the knife on the floor before quickly pulling out, causing you to whine at the sudden empty feeling as he leaned down, licking up your blood that was dripping from the fresh wounds, mingling with Olivia's still-stained blood on your skin. “Forever mine.”

Rafe slapped your ass once again, causing you to cry out from the stinging pain of his hand making contact with the fresh carvings on your skin. “Now, where were we?” He slipped into you again as he mercilessly continued his thrusts, strangled noises leaving your mouth at the sudden feeling. He noticed your moans were muffled by the pillow so he grabbed a handful of your hair and tugged it firmly, pulling you back to meet his thrusts.

“Shit, look at ya now. Not so tough anymore, huh?” Rafe groaned as he pounded into you, his brutal thrusts making your eyes roll to the back of your head as your vision started to blur. “Shut— up.” You muttered in between his thrusts, your mind all fuzzy as his tip repeatedly hit your cervix. You clenched around him when he kept hitting that one spot inside you, the pleasure building as you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

You arched your back with your eyes fluttering shut as felt your orgasm approaching. “I’m— I’m so fucking close, oh my god” You moaned out with your mouth agape, nails digging deep into the skin of his arm that was wrapped around your body as the sensation became too much for you.

“Come f’me, doll. Gonna fill you up so fuckin’ good” Rafe’s hand snaked around your body to rub fast circles on your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly as your orgasm abruptly struck you, causing you to clench hard around his cock with buckling knees. All your muscles tensed as you saw stars, a wave of pleasure fully overtaking you with Rafe still pounding into you, chasing his own orgasm. He came not too long after you, slow and drawn-out curses spilling from his lips with his head thrown back as you could feel the familiar pool of warmth fill you up to the brim, completely emptying himself inside of you as his orgasm hit him.

He rode out his high before he carefully pulled out as your chest rose and fell in a frantic rhythm, each breath a struggle to fill your lungs with air while trying to regain your breath. “My pretty, pretty girl.” Rafe praised, staring at your cum-dripping cunt with a grin on his face.

As you opened your eyes, the harsh reality crashed over you like a wave, sending a shiver down your spine at the sight of the lifeless bodies lying across the floor. Panic laced your voice as you turned to face Rafe, desperation evident in your words. "Rafe? What the fuck are we going to do with the bodies?"

His response was surprisingly calm, his tone carrying an unsettling assurance. "Don't worry ‘bout that. I'll take care of it, a’ight?"

The eerie composure in his voice sent a chill down your spine, hinting at a familiarity with murdering that made your stomach churn. "What? How— how do you know how to clean up bodies?"

A sinister smirk crept onto his handsome features, causing you to furrow your brows in confusion and disbelief before his blue eyes stared deep into yours, holding you in their gaze with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. “Princess, what do you think happened to poor Jake last month? And Dylan before that?”

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[pwinkprincess]

Fratboy Gojo taking reader to a bedroom at a party and shoving her face into the mattress cuz she’s too loud

“babygirl, you have to be quieter. they’re gonna hear how much of a slut you are f’me if you don’t.” satoru is looking at you through the bathroom mirror. he has a grip on your hip and his other hand is gripping the back of your head, forcing your head to stay still while he fucks you.

“‘m tryin’ toru! it jus’ feels too good.” your breathing is shaky as you struggle to talk. you’re trying to stay lucid while talking to him but it’s so hard when he’s still stretching you out with his cock.

“well, try harder.” satoru grunts. he goes back to moving his hips in a steady but firm motion. and you were doing good until he hit that spot and instantly, you’re a loud mess again.

“oh for fucks sake.” satoru pulls out of you and fixes his jeans. “fix your dress.” he orders as he walks to the door.

“toru, are you mad? i’ll cover my mouth this time. jus’ don’t be mad with me.” your voice is pleading. you continue to try and apologize while you’re shuffling your dress back down you could feel your arousal leaking with every motion.

“‘m not mad.” he declares. he peeks his head out of the bathroom and surveys the hallway. it’s empty, in the far distance he could hear people laughing and chanting. this party isn’t particularly big, just a few people were invited. it’s more so a small get together if anything, there’s no music playing, just people talking and drinking. that only makes it harder for satoru to fuck you in the bathrom, unfortunately. 

he opens the bathroom door wider, “walk to my room. be quick.” he tells you.

and you walk. your feet are deserted from the pretty shoes you had worn over here. feeling the cold wood under the balls of your feet makes you cringe just a little.

once the two of you are in satoru’s room, he’s quick to close and lock the door. you’re standing in the middle of his floor, clueless of what to do since he didn’t give you any orders. satoru makes his way over to you, before you could get a word out, he’s gripping the back of your neck and leading you to his bed.

your breathing is cut short when he suddenly pushes your head deep into the mattress. your face is mushed and you have to open your mouth to get some sort of circulation in your lungs.

you could hear him unzipping his jeans and him humming lowly to himself. shivers dance along your skin when he lifts your dress and exposes your pussy to the cold air. he abruptly presses his thumb down onto your clit, making you shiver even more.

he lines himself up to your awaiting entrance, he uses the arousal he collected on his thumb to rub along his dick and get it lubricated just a bit more. when he slides himself into your gummy walls, you’re hissing and biting down onto his comforter.

“hands.” he orders. like the obedient bunny he’s taught you to be, you’re quickly throwing your hands onto your lower back. he’s just so much bigger than you, he doesn’t even need two hands to cage yours. he uses his free hand to grip the back of your head and make sure you’re not able to lift it.

you’re a biting and drooling mess while he fucks you. your pussy is making all of these embarrassing noises that you hate but satoru absolutely loves.

“pussy’s louder than you, baby. get loud like you were n’the bathroom. no ones gonna hear you, now. jus’ toru.” he says before pressing a kiss on your lower back.

[gojo-mochi]

CW: A bit Toxic!Geto, sexual stuff in a library, spanking, Oral F! receiving, fingering F!recieving. A bit of degrading and praises.

Fratboy!Geto and Fratboy!Law who are both nerds but in different categories. Geto more charming and outgoing, easy to get along with, he actually enjoys tutoring. Especially tutoring those cute, innocent, and shy girls. Who hid their blushing faces behind textbooks but he could always tell that they were glancing at him, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat. He encourages it though, always coming to the tutoring lessons right out of a gym session. Wearing a tight black tank top and white sweatpants. Talking sweetly as he apologized for his messy look, face closed in that fox-eyed smile that sends shivers to anyone on the receiving end. Making a show of wiping off the sweat from his neck and forehead, deliberately slow, flexing a little as he raises his arm up to wipe the underside.

Licking his lips before he takes a swig off his water bottle, tilting his head back so you could see his adam's apple bob as he takes gulps. He’ll play it slowly, taking you to the back of the library so you guys “could study better, away from any distractions”. Preferring to sit next to you so he could help you easily with the notes and the reading. Bumping an elbow into you gently or touching your thigh with his ‘accidentally’, making you more flustered as the time goes on. Swinging an arm on the back of your chair as you asked you to look over your notes, praising you in a hushed tone, even though the two of you are alone.

 “Amazing, you improved so much…”

“I knew you could do it, good girl.”

“Such a good listener, aren’t you?”

He practically purrs these praises directly in your ear, making you squirm in your seat. Then once he gets you nice and riled up, he’ll tease you like he wasn’t directly the cause of the pool of arousal in your panties right now. Lightly scolding you for being so naughty to get all wet and horny in the school’s library as he slinks down under the table, spreading your pretty thighs and flipping your skirt up. Grabbing the legs of the chair and pulling it and you forward so your clothed cunt is pressed up directly against his face. Unashamedly taking a whiff of your scent, nosing at your wet panties like a dog in heat. 

Though it is obvious that he wants this, he makes you beg him for it anyway. Nipping at your thighs, and using that commanding tone of voice on you again. 

“If you want me to tongue-fuck this pretty little cunt of yours, you gotta say it for me, mkay?” 

“Say, ‘Please, Geto-Sensei, please tongue-fuck my needy little cunt’.... Haha, atta girl.”

“Ah-ah, no hiding that cute face from me, come here.. Give me your hands… ah, wait better yet, hold on to my hair. Awww, no need to worry about hurting me, my dear. Come on now, grip tight, show me how much you love it when I’m eating you out.” 

He’ll slide off your panties, shoving them in his pocket to add to his collection later, hands spreading out your pussy so he could dive right in. Flattening his tongue on your slit and lapping up all your arousal he could gather, not caring that some of it was dribbling down his chin. He likes the mess either way, groping your thigh with one hand and using the other one to keep the chair still as you squirm and wiggle above him. He was serious about tongue-fucking you, not paying any attention to your clit until you finally give in and beg him to do something about it. 

He huffs out a small chuckle, having the audacity to quiz you on the lecture he was supposed to tutor you on, giving kisses and licks on your clit if you get them right and nipping at your thigh if you get them wrong. If you were to fucked out to say anything coherent he would have some pity on you, latching his mouth on your needy clit and sucking harshly. Shaking his head back and forth at an extreme pace that you cum hard. Your entire body shaking and quivering from it, when you calm down he’ll tease you about it and slowly start to build up another orgasm within you, not letting you escape until you answer all his questions right. You walk (or wobble) away from Geto’s tutoring session with enough knowledge to pass the test with flying colors, no panties, and his number written in your notebook. 

Fratboy!Law only joined a fraternity for the career connections, lord knows that the medical field is a tough and hard battlefield. He’s more seclusive, preferring to stay in his own group and away from parties and most people.  He grumbles about being forced to tutor people since he needed to put in hours to stay in his fraternity. He’s tough and expects no bullshit from his students. Have a strict time schedule and expect you to follow it to the letter. But here you were, a pretty little thing, all dolled up just for him, shirt unbuttoned so your cleavage was showing but Law seemed more focused on the text books than anything. 

He sat across from you, droning on about a passage from a textbook that went into one ear and out the other, your eyes tracing the outline of his tattoos instead, wondering how good his tattooed hand would look if they were around your neck instead. Law knows you weren’t paying any attention to him but he should at least try to pretend like he’s tutoring you in case any of the other fraternity’s members dropped by to check in. That was when you decided to get a little frisky, stretching your foot out under the table, taking off your shoe, leaving only a sock on as you start trailing up his thigh, you felt him tense under your touch. 

Twirling your hair and giggling as you asked a question, eyes twinkling as you trail your foot all the way up in between his legs and pressing down on his bulge. You licked your lips feeling how utterly huge he was under your foot, his voice stuttered a bit and you spotted a blush running across his cheek as you continued to tease him. You repeated the question, playing dumb, asking him to explain it to you more clearly. He breathes in through his nose, closing his eyes as your foot keeps on rubbing up against him. You take your foot away and lean over the table, pulling down your shirt a bit so you could flash your bra to him. 

Fluttering your eyelashes at him and wetting your lips, calling his name in a sultry voice as your hands reach over to touch his. Law slams the textbook down on the table, startling you, he then sucks in a breath and takes a couple of seconds before speaking, asking you to grab a book from off the shelf. You pout but obliged, feeling that you might have taken things a bit too far with him. He had you grab a fairly wide book, he takes it from your hand and stands up. Going behind you and ordering you to bend over the table. You sputter out a “Wh-what?” but he growls in your ear. 

“You heard me, bend over, this is your punishment for acting like a slut.”

Your ears glow red but this is what you wanted after all, right? So bend your body over the table you were just studying on, Law pulls down your shorts, tsking seeing how you came to this study session wearing no panties. “Were you planning on this the whole time? Asking to be tutored by me, just hoping that I would fuck you, huh?” You mewl out a soft “Yes..”, wiggling your ass at him. Law breath start to shake, he sighs out a quiet “Fuck…”

“You still gotta be punished though. You can count, can’t you? Or is that pretty head of yours empty? Is that why you’re here, hmm, want me to fill you with my cock?” You nod, feeling your pussy clenching and dripping at the thought, you waited so long to get on the tutoring list for Law, the hot frat nerd that always avoids people. You didn’t want to waste this chance, yet you tense up once you feel Law smack the hardcover of the book against your ass. He was using the book to spank you?

“Oy, count with me now, we’re going up to ten, alright?” He smacks you again, a bit harder this time, making you jolt on the table. He leans over your shoulder, a hand on your head as he whispers, “If this is getting too much, tap on the table twice and I’ll stop.” He places a chaste kiss on your cheek and leans back, preparing to spank you again. You count along with him, feeling your ass get more sore and red with each spank, the book cover leaving an imprint on your cheeks. You managed to get to ten, but at the end of it all, your thighs were shaking and tears pricked at your eyes. 

Law throws the book on the table, leaning his entire body across your back once again, his chin placed on your shoulder as his hand dips down between your legs. “So you can listen to me, heh, I guess I can give you a reward after all.” His fingers slip in your cunt easily, finding that nice spongy spot inside you and going to town. His other hand comes around your neck, squeezing lightly and tilting your head towards him for a heated kiss. His tongue invading your mouth as you clench on his digits, you moan and shake, softly begging him to touch your clit to get you off. 

He groans at seeing you like this, he lets go of your neck, trailing his other hand down to rub soft circle on your clit, biting at your ears and your shoulder, giving your love bites that will last for a couple of days. 

“That’s it, cum for me. Fuck, you’re such a tease, aren’t you? Do you do this with all your tutors?”

“Hmm, I hope not, Cause I don’t think I wanna share you with anyone else.” 

“What do you think about that? Hmm? Maybe next time, I’ll have you beg me to use my cock on you? Be my little cocksleeve while I try to teach that empty brain of yours some tricks. Oh? You’re clenching harder after hearing that? Dirty girl, the only thing in that noggin of yours is naughty things, huh?” 

He pulls you to orgasm soon after, crooning at you and patting your hair, pushing your bangs out of your face and kissing you softly. Surprisingly great at aftercare, as he sits back down, with you on his lap, throwing his jacket over your bare thighs. Resting your head on his chest as he talks to you. “So, I’m free for another session next tuesday? But this time, let’s take it somewhere more private so I can have more fun with you, yeah?”

A/N: Please send me thoughts about fratboy!au im on my knees

[princessbrunette]

I have seen linecook!JJ, mechanic!JJ, and farmhand!JJ, but what about fratboy!JJ, biker!JJ, bartender!JJ, outlaw!JJ, or baseball!JJ. If I have some u did sorry. But I can see him as any of these.

bartender!jj got me giggling…

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with his messy hair and black uniform polo serving drinks at your favourite little bar by the beach. he always seems to be joking around with every customer, loud and unbothered and it made you admire him, wishing to be as confident.

you’re always giggly when you approach the bar, your friends always sending you up there to get the drinks because of your little crush. he likes you for sure, always greeting you like “hows my favourite customer?” leaning his elbows on the bar with a smirk when you come up bc he knows it’ll fluster you !!

because of your crush, you and the girls are there every weekend, chatting over the bar to him on quieter nights and watching him work from afar on busier nights.

you alwaaays say you’re gonna make a move, with the encouragement of your friends — but always end up taking one too many courage shots before you get the chance, stumbling out at the end of the night singing out a sweet “byeee jj!” as you pass his station. he always chuckles to himself, wiping down the bar. he thinks it’s sweet.

there was definitely a time he had to cut you off, your mood seeming different and more upset when you enter the bar one weekend. he wasn’t sure what had happened to you, the blonde watching from afar as your friend comforts a tearful you over drinks until you’re practically blacked out, jj leaving his spot from behind the bar to come over and slide your glass onto his tray.

“hey, i uh— think you’ve had enough, don’t you, princess?” he tries to keep it lighthearted, as he’d hate for you to be embarrassed over this. he’d been there, he really had.

you sniffle, letting him wrap a respectful arm around you to help you up, your friend collecting your belongings on the seat as he slowly walks you towards the exit.

“this is— so humiliating.” you hiccup, barely able to keep your head up as he gently drags you along.

“nah, you’re good. we’ve all been there. infact, i’ve been worse.” he shrugs it off, handing you over to your friend as the uber pulls up. “you make sure she gets in safe alright?” he calls to her as you dump yourself into the backseat. the driver immediately winds your window down, worried you might puke on the journey and jj leans down, resting his elbows on your window. “you gonna be alright, honey?”

“mhm.” you rasp and he smiles, backing up, watching the car drive away.

the next time you see him you’re all apologetic and he’s not having any of it, having being counting down the days til he could see you !! just ugh being all giddy n crushing on eachother !!!

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[bucktommyweek]

BuckTommyWeekend Masterlist

I'm so sorry this took me so long, everyone but I do want to again thank everyone who participated.

Here is the list of fics and creations from BuckTommyWeekend in April.

Note: If your contribution is missing please reply to this post and I will add it asap.

The AO3 Collection can also be found here.

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Masterlist – The Clean Edition

Day 1: Alternate First Meeting

Begin Again by @starrysophie04

Good Deeds with a Bad Future by @tommy-kinard-buckley

In the Right Place by @katyobsesses

Slide on Through My Window by @tommykinardkink

The Warning Signs Are There (I’m Spiralling Anyway) by @evan-privileges

Moonlight Meeting by @ezvlli

Guide Me Home by @diazevan

Now I remember what it feels like to fly, you give me butterflies by @aesthetictarlos

One Hell of a Story by @half-bakedboy

The Wedding Date by @frizzlenox

Fratboy FWB AU by @fakemouthstatics

Not even a little, not even at all by @kinard-buckley

This seat taken by @saras-almanac

Alternate First Meeting by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze by @bucktheally

Can I call you by @brasscati

A Very Different Poker Night by @regent-of-rarepairs

these few, rare, beautiful things by @26-cats-in-a-trenchcoat

Day 2: A Figure From Their Past

The Lucky One by @starrysophie04

Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they’re tumbling down b @aesthetictarlos

I can do it with a broken heart by @ezvlli

Is there something you need to tell me? By @frizzlenox

When the sun goes down by @sweet-sammy-kisses

I love you, I’ll love her too by @half-oz-eddie

When you smile (it kills me) by @diazevan

Blast from the Past by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

What we have by @saras-almanac

a blast from the past by @kinard-buckley

can't be said that i'm an early bird; it's ten o'clock before i say a word by @bucktheally

Day 3: “I’ll come for you, no matter what.”

Stay Stay Stay by @starrysophie04

Netflix and Chills by @nine-one-one

“I’ll come for you no matter what.” by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

I’ll take care of you and honey, you’ll take care of me too by @aesthetictarlos

You, me and the silence by @ezvlli

you and me (that’s what i want) by @kinard-buckley

you keep telling me to live right; to go to bed before the daylight by @bucktheally

Day 4: Their Favourite Firsts

If Love is Fire, then I’ll Burn for You by @reformedplayerbibuck

The Very First Night by @starrysophie04

Relax and Breathe by @nine-one-wanton

The Sleepover by @frizzlenox

Time has brought your heart to me by @actually_allie

Their favorite firsts by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

treat your mouth as if it’s heaven’s gate by @bucktheally

Multi-Day Fill

My walls are made of my heart (would you still break them gently) by @thetangycheesemanwithaplan

Masterlist - The Dirty Edition

Day 1: “No touching. You’ll be patient and wait until I’m done.” || Stop and Start

An Endless List of Really Impressive Stuff by @nine-one-wanton

I light the match to taste the heat by @mooshkat

Burning Touch by @sweet-sammy-kisses

No Touching by @buckxtommy

No Touching by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

but what would you do if i went to touch you by @losermanediaz

we’re hot as hell, does it burn when I’m not here by @aesthetictarlos

Day 3: The Toy Chest

Polaroids by @frizzlenox

Day 4: “Guess what I’m wearing...”

On the other side of the line by @ezvlli

“Guess what I’m wearing...” by @scarslikevelvetstoryshare

Catalina by @fictasticvoyage

[peachenle]

down the hatch

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: college!au | fratboy!au | fluff, established relationship | some suggestive content at the end

word count: 5k

warnings: lots of drinking, profanity, sexual themes, fake frats, more semi-unhumorous banter, sunghoon biceps

༄࿔˚✧ synopsis: “a collection of moments with sunghoon, shared over meals, snacks, and drinks. a riff off of timestamps. not in chronological order. a continuation/epilogue of captain’s log.”

tagging: @dearhee @ozymandia-s @judeduartewannabe @pokemonpartyworld @thejjrl @end-hyphen

jungle juice

There wasn’t a lot you could do when it came to football game weekends. You knew the drill. Your roommate Yunjin would be pestering you to “Can you please show at least a little school pride?” as she posed you for pictures, dressed in your university’s sanctioned colors. Sunghoon would be off doing god knows what to prepare for the HYB tailgate. However, today’s game was much later in the day, and you were saved from the tragedy of drinking at 8am like last time.

Sunghoon had warned you that he’d be busy that morning, buying groceries for the pre-game, the tailgates, and the afterparty. You decided you’d return to the library, cramming a couple assignments (like usual) before the chaos of the upcoming afternoon.

Not even an hour into your studies, and uncharacteristically, Sunghoon began sending you a string of messages.

sunghoon: is this a good juice brand *photo attached*

you: its orange juice i dont think you can go wrong but yes

sunghoon: is 1kg of strawberries enough

you: why did they let you buy groceries by yourself this time

sunghoon: *photo attached* I’m with riki

you: …

you: remind me to not consume whatever you guys are trying to make

*Sunghoon disliked a message you sent.*

The festivities of the day included a pregame at the HYB house, carpools to the main stadium parking lot for the tailgate, and cheering alongside everyone else at the actual game. Naturally, the night would end at HYB.

You were still shy about letting yourself inside the house, even though you knew they never locked the doors on days like this. Sunghoon once insisted on giving you a key, to make it easier for you when you came over. And though the other guys that lived at the house gave him permission to do so, you - maturely - explained that you had to respect their spaces as a guest. Sunghoon met you with a pout and a reluctant nod of understanding.

I’m outside, you texted your boyfriend, stepping up the stairs to the front doors. You heard yelling and music, and you were surprised the fun had already begun.

You stepped back as the door swung open, meeting your boyfriend’s sheepish smile and Jay’s bright one. Sunghoon grabbed your hand, brushing a quick kiss on your forehead.

“Alright, Y/N, so we fucked up the jungle juice,” Jay stared at you expectantly, his face fully flushed already.

You made a face, “How is that possible?”

Sunghoon laughed, “Just wait.”

Next to the two large tubs of their creation, the kitchen’s island was littered with empty juice cartons and several empty liquor bottles.. and many beer bottles?

One of the other HYB brothers followed your gaze, “We put beer in it to make it bubbly.”

Sunghoon passed you a cup. You stared at the little strawberry floating within an unnervingly bubbling red-orange concoction. Safe to say the beer was not a good choice, the ratio was definitely off - how can something so fruity taste so bitter? “Yeah, it does taste like shit.”

“Okay, but who drinks jungle juice for enjoyment?,” Riki suggested, shuffling through the songs playing from his phone to the speakers.

Jay, sarcastic, stated. “Jungle juice should be treated as a delicacy.”

Sunghoon, amused, replied, “Then why did you defile it by adding cheap beer?”

“I saw it on TikTok, leave me alone.”

Some other guys arrived later and called for help to set up, so you and Sunghoon were left to figure out what to do with the drinks.

Your guys’ solution was to just add more orange juice, which didn’t exactly mask the beer taste, but it made it more tolerable.

The pregame wasn’t eventful, mostly HYB guys and their significant others taking shots before packing everything (and everyone) into a few cars to take to the university stadium.

The parking lot was crowded, different Greek groups mingling with each other. You and Sunghoon sat in the back bed of a friend’s pickup truck, next to the tubs of jungle juice, watching the chaos unfold.

People were grilling meat, passing lettuce wrapped morsels amongst each other. Everyone was decked out in school colors, some holding signs cursing out the other team.

Sunghoon laid a drunken head on your shoulder, taking a hand into his. You felt him shake with laughter as some of the boys wrestled over a football. Other guys were funneling shots and you thought of your boyfriend, certainly the least chaotic (in terms of drinking) out of all of them.

“Hoon, I wish you’d just own up to your true frat potential.”

“The way you tease my friends for being alcoholic fuckboys really holds me back from that.”

You paused, “You’re the exception to the rule. It’s not anyone’s fault Jay has a new flame each week - he’s just embracing who he is - a HYB brother.”

"I think it's time I hang up the frat paddle and just be a wholesome student."

“Dude, you just picked up a Little, what are you talking about?" Riki interjected (the Little in question).

Sunghoon sighed dramatically, “And I regret it everyday.”

Your school’s team won, and everyone traveled back to celebrate appropriately at the HYB house. The daytime festivities (and drinks) left you tired, and you pulled Sunghoon away from the action to selfishly have him help you to sleep.

It was only 9 pm and you knew there were still drinks to be drunk, but it was getting difficult for you to keep your eyes open.

Sunghoon led you to his bed, climbing in shortly after. You two were silent as he took you into his arms, the warmth of his chest lulling you into darkness.

You woke, the wisps of your hair clinging to your forehead with sweat. You were surprised to find Sunghoon’s limbs still intertwined with yours, considering the bass of the party’s music downstairs still vibrated his bed frame. He definitely did not mean to fall asleep. You brushed the loose hairs out of your face, staring at your boyfriend’s features in the glow of his LED lights.

Sunghoon’s sleeping face was so peaceful, and you often took pictures to relish at the image if you missed him. You were so content. You burrowed your face back into the heat of his neck, not minding how his proximity literally made you sweat. Just being able to be with him… you couldn’t care less.

tiramisu

Your third real date - you could not consider invites to his parties actual dates - Sunghoon wanted to take you to his favorite dessert cafe downtown. The last time he took you out, he offered to drive, picking you up right on time, and with a single tulip sitting on the passenger’s seat.

This time, however, he asked if it was okay if you two could just walk and ride the bus together. Sunghoon had his moments of pure charisma, teasing you smoothly, and finding a way to break out a smile from you. There were other times where you were absolutely astonished at his clumsiness. While Sunghoon was in the final stages of crossing over into HYB, some of the things you had to witness him go through… thank god he was handsome.

The midday sun was beaming brightly, a gentle wind passing through your thin layers - not offering you much comfort to soothe the beads of sweat on your forehead. Sunghoon was dressed casually, a short sleeved button down - revealing just enough of his toned chest, and some loose trousers.

“You know, I asked to walk with you today so that I could have more time with you, but I’m kinda regretting it,” he said pointedly, gesturing at the hot spring rays of the sun.

“Wow, are you saying time with me isn’t worth a couple minutes of sweat?” you said, with a blank face.

Sunghoon’s face contorted to one of apology, his lips opening to ramble a sorry, but then stopped and broke into a smile. “Yeah, you’re less cute when you’re sweaty.”

You scoffed as you pushed his shoulder, discreetly swiping a hand across your forehead.

The bus was packed, and you two were left with the option of standing body to body with other passengers. Sunghoon grabbed a hanging handrail for support before the bus took off, but the others in your section were occupied. The bus jolted forward and you stumbled into Sunghoon’s torso, his free hand catching your shoulder.

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, and you peeked up to see him bite back a smile. After stabilizing your stance, Sunghoon’s free hand traced down your bare arm. He gently grasped your hand and directed it to his bent arm, offering you his bicep to hold for support.

“You’re sly, Park Sunghoon,” you whispered. His arm was toned, and it felt firm under your grasp.

“Hey, I hit a PR at the gym yesterday, this is a reward for both of us. You should thank me really.”

After making it out of the bus, you didn’t bother to let go of his arm. He coolly slipped his hands in his pockets as he led you to the cafe - you stared at his red ears and knew the impact you had on him.

You picked a table in the back corner, the cafe was decorated brightly and had walls lined with bookshelves. You let Sunghoon order for you. He returned with a bright smile, setting the order pager on the table.

“This place has the best cakes,” Sunghoon was beaming with excitement. You laughed, his giddy expression was so endearing it was hard not to reciprocate.

Sunghoon stood to pick up the order when it was ready, and passed you your pink smoothie. He set a green tea cake and slice of tiramisu in the middle, taking a sip of his Americano.

“So they make tiramisu the authentic way.” Sunghoon began to explain how tiramisu is supposed to be made (who knew he was such a fanatic?), and you spared him of the knowledge that you too knew how it was actually made. “The owner says they get imported coffee beans especially for their espresso, so the flavor is super strong!” He used his spoon to point out the different creamy layers.

The cake did look delicious, but the sight of Sunghoon’s eyes glowing staring at his favorite dessert was more satiating. You sipped your smoothie as he finished his ramble.

Sunghoon slowly carved into the cake with his spoon, and held it out to you.

“Are you really feeding me right now?”

He smiled, “I know you want it.” He was right. You did.

The cake was creamy and soft, just as it looked, but you scowled at the clashing taste.

“I don’t think fruit smoothies with tiramisu is a good pairing…” you smiled sheepishly.

He passed you the cup of his Americano to wash the flavor away before scooping another bite for you. Sunghoon smiled as he noted your expression of approval. The taste of the espresso was bitter, but the cream and cocoa melted to coat your tongue with sweetness.

Sunghoon didn’t mind that he traded his Americano with your smoothie. He didn’t mind that the tartness of the fruit totally ruined his favorite dessert. Your happy expression was enough for him.

somaek

Being in a relationship with someone so popular, and so involved with his social circles, unknowingly pulled you into many social events and gatherings. You were intertwined with his organization, and joining some of their philanthropy events led you to become a desired member in some sororities.

You simply explained you didn’t have the time to commit to anything. You had your own orgs, your own part-time job, and your own studies.

Probably the first problem that you two faced early in your relationship had to do with just that - balancing each of your respective responsibilities. Being in Greek obligated him to attend many events, and him living in a frat house didn’t make things easier when it came to alone time.

You loved his friends, and truly saw some of them as your own now, but spending time with your boyfriend in a room right between Jake and Jay drove you mad sometimes.

There was knocking at Sunghoon’s door. You two were sitting on the floor, your laptop propped up, educating your boyfriend with iconic Vine compilations. “It’s Jake!”

Sunghoon stood to open the door and see what his friend wanted. Naturally, Jake pushed inside disregarding Sunghoon.

“Dude, I’m right here?”

“Hey, Y/N, can you explain the post-lab that’s due tomorrow? The summary part seems so redundant… I don’t get how it’s different from the analysis.”

You blinked at him, half-eyeing the soju and beer bottles you and Sunghoon were peacefully sharing just a minute before. Sunghoon sighed and you snorted.

“Jake, can I please just have a night with my girl? You see her like four days a week in class, and could’ve gotten help then.”

Jake made an O with his lips, realizing his brashness and laughed. “My bad! And I’ve actually seen her everyday this week because of supplementary labs!”

Sunghoon basically dragged his friend out, locking the door behind him.

“Sorry about him.” You shook your head, amused, pretty much accustomed to this behavior already.

You refilled Sunghoon’s beer glass, and poured in a shot of soju right after. “If it makes you feel any better, that post-lab was actually due today.”

Sunghoon downed the drink in one shot, his cheeks cherried from the alcohol. “This is why I love you.”

He paused. That was the first time he said I love you to you. You snickered, “That still counts even if you’re drunk.”

He pouted his lips, then smiled, “Honestly, I consider that a win.” He stuck his tongue out at you. “Ha! I said it first.”

suggestive content in the end of this last section - feel free to skip!

peppermint hot cocoa

Sunghoon was always patient with you, pausing to make sure you were enjoying yourself, never hesitating to ask if you were alright. He was gentle and caring, and never rushed.

However, your first time with Sunghoon consisted of a lot of moving parts. Clashing limbs and rushed whispers, you were out of breath before even really starting.

You’d had your share of one night stands, purely lust filled nights: chaptered with drunken exchanges, entangled bodies, and the dreaded walk of shame the morning after. Only rarely were you lucky enough to have snuck out before the rise of the sun.

Since you two started talking, you had access to HYB and hockey club parties, which were at least every other week. It was still fun to party with your girlfriends, before sneaking away with Sunghoon to play pool or some drinking games.

Each night was riddled with ST and for better or for worse, he never advanced anything further than a couple sessions of making out.

Hell, there was one night where you made out for what felt like two hours straight. One of his hands was finally on the inside of your panties, rubbing you expertly, but as soon as you reached for the front of his jeans, Sunghoon stood up. You two were drunk, but even then you could tell that his “phone call from Heeseung-hyung” was nothing more than him pulling up the calculator app and putting it to his ear.

“I just don’t know why he doesn’t want to sleep with me?” You brought up to Yunjin the next day. “He had a girl in his bed and he pretended to call Heeseung.”

Yunjin bit her lip, and looked at you with the most serious expression. “Y/N, that’s so fucking tragic. Me, personally, I’d stop talking to him.”

“It’s not that I want to just have sex with him!” You whined. “I like him. But you know, we just keep stopping right before.”

She continued, “Imagine getting hot and bothered with a girl on top of you and the thing he thinks of to get out of it is Heeseung. Your tongue was down his throat and his best out was Heeseung.”

“Okay, now this just feels like a jab at Heeseung.”

“He ghosted me, Y/N! I was supposed to do that.”

You rolled your eyes at your best friend. “What do I do?”

“You said the only times you’ve gotten close were when you two were drunk right? Maybe he gets whiskey dick.” She grins.

You pause to think about the things you’ve felt, the times where you’ve run a palm down the front of his pants, just to hear a pretty gasp from him. Or the times where you straddled him, and he grabbed your hips to push you further onto him.

“Yeah… I don’t think so.”

“Honestly, he’s probably just nervous. Anyone can tell just how headass you two are for each other. Or maybe he doesn’t want to do it drunk.”

Yunjin then muttered, “Couldn’t be me. Drunk sex is…”

During a lecture - as you and Jake were hunched over his laptop, going over the practice case scenarios together - you saw a text message pop up on Jake’s screen.

hoonhoon bro: should i just ask her out again

Jake cleared his throat and slowly turned his screen towards only him, “Lemme check something real quick.”

You snickered, “Very subtle, Jake.”

He gave you a look, “I could just lie and say you told me you aren’t into him anymore.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

Jake smiled brightly, “Yeah you’re right, I like you guys too much.”

You then received a text message.

park sunghoon: Are you busy tonight?

you: yes i’m going on a date

park sunghoon: what

Jake looked up from typing on his laptop. In a hushed whisper, “You’re seeing other guys!?”

You kept your eyes on your phone and continued.

you: yeah i started talking to him from a hockey club party

Jake poked your arm angrily, and turned his screen to show you the texts between himself and Sunghoon.

hoonhoon bro: SHES SEEING SOMEONE ELSE WHAT THE FUCK

me: WTF DUDE LET ME ASK HER

hoonhoon bro: wait dont

hoonhoon bro: THEY MET AT A HOCKEY CLUB PARTY?? IVE LITERALLY KEPT MY EYES ON HER AT EACH PARTY I never saw her speak to any other new guys

You covered your mouth to silence your laugh. Jake was seething, waiting for your explanation but you still typed on your phone.

you: yeah his name is sunghoon

park sunghoon: ???

park sunghoon: oh

park sunghoon: We’re going on a date tonight?

you: aren’t we? you asked if i was free lol

park sunghoon: I’ll pick you up at 6

You heard Jake sigh in relief, “I seriously went through all the stages of grief just now.”

When the lecture finished, Jake turned to you one more time. “If things ever go south… Just let him down easy? I like you, dude, but I can’t guarantee your safety from Jay if Sunghoon comes home crying one day.”

All you could do was gently smile and nod.

That evening, fresh from the shower and loaded with the jitters of the impending date in about an hour, you received a text.

park sunghoon: Are you craving anything

you: you

park sunghoon: huh

you: can surprise me

You laughed out loud at yourself. You saw your roommate stare from the corner of your eye. “Embarassing,” she teased.

When Sunghoon notified you of his arrival, you took a deep breath before exiting the dorm building. This was only the second date - sure you’ve had many hours of drunkenness with him at parties - but it didn’t settle the nerves of a date any less.

He smiled at you when you opened the passenger door, a single pink tulip waiting for you on your seat.

Sunghoon’s car always smelled deeply of him, so clean and fresh. He smelled of soap, or crisp linen, and sometimes, like today, you noticed hints of coffee.

“So, I was thinking, does sushi sound good?”

“It’s not really a surprise if you tell me before we go,” you quipped. “But yes, of course.”

He poked your cheek. Sunghoon shared details about his day, discussing a couple of hours at the rink before class.

He snorted, “It’s always awkward giving lessons to kids who have tiger parents. This little boy today ate shit on the ice practicing his loop and his mom yelled at him from the stands.”

Sunghoon grimaced, “Then she yelled at me…”

Your conversation flowed throughout the drive into downtown. He asked you about your day, and you left out the flurry of texts you read about yourself, courtesy of Jake.

“Another girl dm’ed me asking if I wanted to rush next semester. And then she explained she could guarantee me a bid.”

“They must be desperate if they’re asking you.”

“Yeah, like I don’t know if I’d want to ru- wait. What are you trying to say?” You punched his shoulder as he cackled.

“Don’t hit the driver! Very dangerous.”

The restaurant was packed, but since Sunghoon had called ahead of time, you were seated very quickly.

“What would you have done if I didn’t agree to sushi?”

“I would’ve brought you here anyway. Surprise!”

The sashimi was delicious; and you and Sunghoon, shamelessly, audibly groaned at the taste. You two argued over which fish was best, obviously the salmon, and though he disagreed, he happily scarfed down the last piece of salmon when you offered it.

You let Sunghoon guide you through the streets of downtown for a couple blocks, thinking you were just aimlessly walking, before he stopped abruptly.

“You haven’t been here have you?”

He brought you to the skating rink. Sunghoon followed your hands with his gaze as you gripped the ends of your thin long sleeve.

“Don’t worry, I have a jacket in my work locker!” He took your hand as he led you inside.

His coworkers greeted him brightly, a couple of them squinting at him suggestively when they noticed you were holding hands.

Sunghoon helped you select some skates, before taking your hand again to lead you to the back area to his locker. He grabbed the skates out of your hands to exchange them for his hoodie, grinning as you slipped it over your body.

He balanced the two pairs of skates in one arm, still gripping your hand as he took you to the actual rink.

You sat down at a bench on the outskirts of the stands and stared as Sunghoon squatted down in front of you.

“Here, I’ll help you lace them up,” he said, smiling up at you.

“Ok, dad.”

He rolled his eyes, and you blushed as he took one of your feet in his hands to guide it into the skate. He said nothing as he tightened the laces, and tied them expertly with his long fingers.

You gulped. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of his hands as he put on his own skates.

Sunghoon on ice was a different version of him altogether. He took both of your hands into his, gliding backwards. Effortlessly, he kept his eyes on you, while you stared at the ice at his stable feet and your shaky ones.

“Look up at me; it helps with balance,” he said as he tilted your head up with a finger.

In efforts to hide your embarrassment, you responded, “Ice skating seems like the perfect way for you to charm women.”

He grinned, “Yeah, and judging by the look of you… It’s working, isn’t it?”

If you weren’t so uncoordinated on ice, you’d have grabbed his shirt and kissed him right there.

After freshening up in the bathroom, wiping away the sniffles from the cold and fixing up your hair, you found Sunghoon chatting with his coworker at the skate counter.

“You don’t have anywhere to be early tomorrow do you?”

You thought of the 9 am study session you were invited to go to before class. “… Nope, I’m free.”

“That sounded like a lie, but I’ll take it because I feel selfish today,” Sunghoon joked. You thought of how attentive he was today. He was anything but selfish. “Let’s watch a movie, we didn’t properly use my surround sound last time.”

For once the HYB house was quiet and peaceful. The walls were still lined with funny banners, or old decorations. Each time you were at the house previously, it was at night, the rooms only illuminated by LEDs or strobe lights. This time the front of the house was brightly lit by the chandelier. You noticed the fond remains of a certain poster.

This was the first time being in Sunghoon’s room, without the excuse of tequila or rum or a “loud party” ushering you two inside. You could actually make out the couple trophies that were set on a shelf. First Place Park Sunghoon. Another one reading: Runner Up National Champion - Novice.

“Did you ever think of going pro? Making it your full career?”

Sunghoon smiled softly, “Everyday since I started when I was 9, and until I was 17.”

“Injury?”

“Man, we’re getting into the deep stuff… but no, actually. I think I just started getting tired of skating being the only thing I knew. I had like 3 friends on a good day.”

He sat on his bed, patting the space next to him for you, and continued, “I still skated in comps up until last year before I transferred… But it hadn’t felt the same since high school.”

You placed your hand on his knee in support, saying nothing to let him continue if he wanted.

“Now, I’m just trying new things, learning more about what’s out there. I still skate, obviously, but I think I feel better about just having it a hobby than making it my whole life.”

“You’ve gotta show me your old competition videos.”

Sunghoon frowned, “Too embarrassing.”

“Totally googling you later.”

“I’ll show you under one condition,” his hand shifted onto your lap, and leaned towards you. You could almost feel his breathing.

You nodded slowly, “And what would that be?”

He leaned back and grinned, “You share something equally embarassing of course! Your face is so red… Jeez, what did you have in mind, Y/N?”

You couldn’t take it anymore. The flirting, his suggestive eyes, his teases.

“Kiss me,” you stated. “Please.”

Sunghoon blinked in surprise, his teasing smile fading into one of confidence, of pride.

“Well, only since you said please,” he whispered.

You fluttered your eyes closed and you gripped one of his arms as your lips catch his.

Sunghoon smiled and pulled his lips away for a second, “I can’t believe you ordered mint hot cocoa. I can taste it,” his forehead resting against yours.”

“Don’t like it?” you teased.

He kissed you, before saying, “Normally, never. On you? I guess I can tolerate it.”

You pulled him back in, teeth clashing and eager eager hands reaching for the nape of his neck. One of Sunghoon’s arms snaked around your back, guiding you to lay flat on his bed, his other arm leaning by your head to support his weight above you.

He traced kisses down the side of your jaw and you sighed.

“Please,” you hushed, tugging on the hem of his shirt. As he pulled his top over his head, your fingers eagerly glided up his toned abdomen, over his chest, before settling on his wide shoulders again. He leaned down to brush trails over your neck with his lips, his tongue slipping out to fully taste you.

“Seeing you in my clothes…” he mumbled against your skin. You were indeed still wearing his hoodie from the rink.

A worried thought crossed your mind, which was jarring since your only other thoughts were how good his lips felt on your skin, and how nice his fingers were as one of them teasingly toyed with the waistband of your pants.

“Hoon.” His body stopped moving and he looked up seriously at you with hooded lids.

“Why haven’t we ever … gone all the way?”

Sunghoon leaned back, and then laid next to you on his side. “I didn’t want the first time we did anything more to be when we were drunk. I… wanna really remember it. I’m sorry for not explaining that each time I’ve stopped us…”

“Yeah, not sure Heeseung would appreciate being tangled in a lie.”

“OK. That time, I admit, I don’t even know why I did that. I was so nervous,” he covered his eyes with a hand.

“You’re more sappy and sentimental than you look,” you traced a finger over his lips and kissed him, his eyes still covered.

“Alright,” he finally looked at you, his eyes dark. “What do I look like?”

You smirked, “Someone who looks good underneath me.”

And it was true. Sunghoon looked real good. And he was well worth the wait.

[rustedhearts]

✶ series/collections ✶

✶ the king of the ring

the story of middleweight boxing champion steve ‘the king of the ring’ harrington, and you: his librarian girlfriend.

✶ severed lamb

set in 1981 georgia, severed lamb follows the mysterious arrival of a handsome new pastor, who takes a special interest in you.

✶ raise hell

set in nascar hot spot talladega, alabama in the mid 90s: midwest-born nascar driver steve harrington has a crush on you, a small town waitress just trying to make ends meet. you can’t ignore his charm for long.

✶ scholar stud

set at the fictional tillman university in indiana, 1988: handsome, rich, and obnoxiously perfect, steve harrington is the scholarly stud of every tillman girl’s dreams. too bad he’s only got eyes for you.

✶ the only living boy in indiana

you grew up together in indiana on the cusp on the vietnam war. you saw each other through elementary, then middle, then high school, and now classes passing as college. you went your whole life knowing steve would be right by your side. what you didn't expect was to fall in love with him along the way.

✶ christmas carols

a collection of christmas fics for various steves.

✶ the sinner

set in the early 2000s in the rural midwest, the sinner series follows steve harrington and his rapid decline into crime, paranoia, and sin.

short series

♡ everytime (part one)

though you broke up with steve months ago, the pair of you can't seem to stay away from each other.

♡ every corner (part two) ♡ coming soon! ♡

it's been 7 months since you said goodbye to steve. most exes that fell out of love move on and never speak. but you never really fell out of love, did you?

✶ stand-alones/one shots ✶

♡ melancholy

autumns with steve were distinctly blue and melancholy.

❆ last christmas

the return to your hometown for the holidays comes with the many ghosts of christmas pasts—including your ex-fiance, steve.

♡ my funny valentine

the hand-written evidence of an affair between high school sweethearts, displaced and reunited after war.

♡ just friends

you and steve have been just friends for years now. but how long can you convince everyone you're 'just friends' before it becomes a lie? or steve harrington is your super hot roommate and everyone thinks it's stupid you guys aren't dating yet.

✶ blurbs ✶

✶ asleep

✶ steve scolding you for your check engine light being on

✶ i want your things in my room (fratboy!steve)

✶ disclaimer: i don’t do tag lists. ✶

[planeteroticaaa]

— THE LIST OF THINGS IN THE MAKING, TO BE MADE SOON, OR IS READY TO BE A STAR.

REMEMBER, DON’T EVEN TRY IT. THIS WAS MADE STRICTLY FOR READERS WHO WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON! DON’T COPY OR TAKE “INSPIRATION” TO ANYTHING HERE!

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“MOTHER, I BRING YOU FRESH PREY.” ⬎

⭑. request

— needy bsf! satoru gojo

— choso drabble collection, football player choso

⭑. drabbles

— Y.D.L.R song inspired, exboyfriend! ran haitani x reader

— single father! toji x neighbor’s housewife! reader

— VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL song inspired, suguru geto x reader

— AFTER LAST NIGHT song inspirsed, toji fushiguro x reader

⭑. oneshots

— DOUBLE TROUBLE, fratboy! gojo + fratboy! geto x reader

— PROFESSIONAL song inspired, bass player! onyankopon x popstar! reader

— MY BABYSITTER’S A VAMPIRE, choso kamo x vampire!reader

⭑. headcannons

— ME U & HENNESSY song inspired, jjk men x reader

— FEEL IT song inspirsed, jjk (or aot) men x bratty reader

⭑. multiple part writings

— sukuna series, paradise II.CARMEN

— gojo series, trilogy I.HIGH FOR THIS

— choso drabble collection (after requested one is done), gbsf yuki + choso x reader

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[onsunnyside]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞

There’s no going back now. Welcome to my stepcest verse. Here you’ll find all of my series, fics, blurbs/drabbles and wip tags for: stepdad, stepdad’s best friend, stepbrother(s), etc., and all thots, including single pairings and crossovers.

【 fluff, smut, angst, dark, (c)ompleted, request 】

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | @onsunnysidelibrary | 𝐀𝐎𝟑 

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬:

𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭𝐬; series ⤜ d, f, s

✧࿐ Ari has spent too long protecting you from the big bad world and all the monsters who inhabit it—including himself—for you to belong to someone else. See the Rush Collection. [soft dark!stepbrother!Ari Levinson, frat boys!CEvans characters, innocent!reader, university au, stepcest, grey character undertones, fratboy!Ari, innocent/virgin!reader]

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬:

𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩; one shot ⤜ s, r (c)

✧࿐ It’s the summer before your freshman college year, and your stepdad’s best friend has been teaching you about pleasure behind your stepdad’s back, or so you think. Based on this ask. [stepdad!Ari Levinson, stepdad’s best friend!Lloyd Hansen, stepcest, innocent!/inexperienced!reader]

𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝?; one shot ⤜ f, s (c)

✧࿐ Curtis has always been your hero, and after a horror movie marathon, it’s no surprise you seek comfort in his bed. [Stepbrother!Curtis Everett x innocent!reader. Stepcest, somnophilia, corruption/ruined kink]

𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐬: [ faves | others ]

see each tag for asks/drabbles/blurbs.

bad boy stepbro!curtis

boyfriend!curtis and boyfriend’s stepdad!ari

bratty stepsis!reader x stepbro!ari 

cam!stepbro!ari

dark mafia!stepbro!ari

golden boy!frat boy!stepbro!steve rogers

nerd stepbro!jake jensen

stepbro!andy x party girl!reader

stepbro!bryce langley

stepbro!ransom x camgirl!reader

stepdad!bucky

stoner stepbro!ari

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: not tagged as wips.

smut = *

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

[holylulusworld]

hey kinda randomly specific fic i had in my mind i thought your brilliant writing could bring to life vould you do a college american football player bucky x reader pls

my ideas

• Moves colleges • Goes to game • Same class as bucky the frat boy almost every girl loves • Put in a paired assignment • Goes to find him in the gym• Finds steve• Steve is lovely and kind and takes to bucky• Finds bucky• Bucky doesnt like them• Becomes close friends with steve • Steve brings them round to his and buckys to watch a game on tv• They start to like one another a bit • Still say they dislike one another • Start talling more often • Get together

Hear me out ... I love enemies to lovers mixed with idiots in love, mutual pining, and a dash of best friend's friend. I can imagine making this one part of my Fratboy collection.

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

"What's the issue, it's just an ad?" Oh how you've become dull. Where is your anger? Where is your rage?

I get on the most basic of basic of levels why we've become like this. Advertising has literally been a part of our lives for as long as I've been alive, and honestly let's just put "the Reagan era" as a convenient turning point because if there is anything unnatural and unholy that's a part of our society at this point it comes from that demonic spawn.

I cannot personally tell you how much I am sick of all of it. I am so sick and fucking tired of having every minute of every day being a constant battle against the endless cavalcade of advertisements. You couldn't escape it on TV, you couldn't escape it in magazines, you couldn't go to the store without having things shoved in your fucking face by billboards and fliers and signage. But even that, on some fucking level, was bearable. How little we knew as we grumbled about how magazines were becoming 65% ads by volume how much worse it would get.

Advertisement on the modern internet has become a sprawling web of massive privacy violations as every bit of your online existence is wrapped up, bundled, and sold to some morally bankrupt corporation so that the CEO of Google can fucking jack off in a bathtub made of whatever ephemeral tech fratboy abomination has come out of Silicon Valley this week. You cannot escape the targeted ads, you cannot escape the ads that fucking jumpscare you, you cannot escape the ads that are 15 minutes long because they're designed to ambush people who are too busy to quickly skip the ad, you cannot avoid the constant deluge of sponsorships and paid promotions. Everyone is trying to fucking sell you something, whether its a shitty product or a shitty subscription service or a nightmare mental health service designed in the cenobite dimension or even worse than all of that, Prager fucking U.

The fact that adblocks exist is the only saving grace of the internet period. Adblocks literally keep the internet from falling apart in the same way TV and magazines did. They are the only way the average person can survived being seen as an endless fucking consumer, because having the ability to say "No, you cannot beam advertisements into my fucking brain 24/7" is basically our one big act of resistance at this point. So when Google tries to give me shit for it, when Amazon throws a hissyfit because you don't want ads interrupting a stream for two and a half minutes at a time, when websites guilt you over having an ad blocker? When they tell you that you should just accept being a good little shit?

Yeah that just inspires a lot of fucking rage in me. I hope one day we all collectively decide this is inhumane and abhorrent and fucking rip the tendons out of the knees of the advertising industry.

[ven-fic-recs]

SKZONTHEBRAIN's 2023 Fic Recs!

Below are some recommendations of fics I have collected through out the year! (I have definitely missed some amazing fics so make sure to check my tag in my pinned post for more amazing gems)

18+ Only (MDNI) as almost all of them include smut or at the very least are suggestive!

On my pinned post is a list of authors who create SKZ fic content, and who I highly recommend. All of their work is S-Class! 💕

Please ensure you read all individual fic warnings before reading any of the fics below!

Werewolf AU / Hybrid AU / A/B/O

Wereroomies Series (OT8) - @/therhythmafterthesummer (literally anything by Rhythm is amazing)

SKZ!Pack Universe (OT8) - @/leviackermanscleaningbuddy

Instinct (Bang Chan) - @/fizzydrink698

Yours (Bang Chan) - @/imhereforbrownies

Imprinted (OT8) - @/gamerwoo

SMAU Series

Watercolor (Hyunjin) - @/jinhyun (Can't recommend this enough)

The Boy is Bad News (Hyunjin) - @/milkandhyunnie

Drinking Sessions (Jisung) - @/starryjoongs

Series

Sharing a Bed Series (OT8) - @skzdarlingsThe Sleepwear Series (OT8) - @/charmercharm3r

Phases (reader x Minsung) - @/charmercharm3r (THISSSSS)

THE PUNCHLINE (OT8) - @/cb97percent (THIS ONE)

Truth Comes Out (Jisung) - @/kwanisms

Stray Kids go to Hogwarts (OT8) - @/hwan-g

ON TOUR (Hyunjin x reader x Felix) - @/seospicybin

Sharing is Caring (Minsung x reader x OT8 partner sharing) -@/skzms (If you haven't read this YOU ARE MISSING OUT)

Hot Bitch Summer (fratboy!stray kids x reader) - @/hyunsvngs

Sharp Edges (hyunjin x f!reader) - @/straywrds

(I CAN NOT RECOMMEND MARI'S WORK ENOUGH READ IT ALL)

The Taste of Honey (hyunjin x f!reader) - @/straywrds

Super Bored (hyunjin x f!reader) - @/straywrds

Four of Wands (hyunjin x f!reader) - @/straywrds

SMUT One Shots

Be That Guy (Bang Chan) - @/daizymax

Hyung Line: Love Languages and Sex (Hyung Line) -@/matryosika

Kiss Me More (Lee Know) - @/angelwonie

Cherry Chapstick (Hyunjin) - @/angelwonie

Ketamine (Felix) - @/ss-skyearn

Bold (minsung x fem!reader) - @/hyunsvngs

Late Night Confessions (Changbin x afab!reader) @/straykeedz

TEN BILLION YEARS (Minho x fem!reader) @/tasteleeknow

Good Morning (Jeongin x reader) - @/hyunnieshannie

Baby Fever (Hyunjin x fem!reader) - @/hwanghyunjinenthusiast

Guilty, Guilty / P2 (cheater!hyunjin x fem reader / hyunchan x fem reader) - @/seung-mong

Wearing Something That Turns Skz On (Changbin x afab!reader x Chan) - @/tyunphoria

HONEY (2min x fem!reader) - @/tasteleeknow

Jealousy (Bang Chan x afab!reader) - @/svngcore

PURE FLUFF One Shots (some may be suggestive)

All I Ask (Han x fem!reader) - @/miel-ji

It's the Little Things For Me (reader x stray kids) - @/strayingawayy (headcanons)

Safe Place (Lee Know x reader) - @/jae-bummer

Daisies (Hyunjin x reader) - @/jinhyun

Text One Shots

Any of the Text One Shots (OT8) - @/imagine-a-life-like-this

All of their Texts - @/starrgaziinggg

All of their text aus - @/feelbokkie

Skz reacting to you calling them by their english name - @/azurez

SKZ Reactions (OT8)

Any of their reactions - @/seungisms

Any of their reactions - @/feelbokkie

S/O getting another member on a stray kids soulmate quiz - @/binniecorre

When you introduce them as your boyfriend for the first time - @/softstraykidshours

Protective Tendencies - @/maxidentscene

You Get Hurt - @/blue-jisungs

When they accidentally leak their relationship with their s/o - @/mazeinthemiroh

PLAYING WITH SKZ’S HAIR - @/sunboki

Making out with SKZ - @/fairygemss

[valleyfae]

thinking about him. boyfriend's older brother who is a rockstar? forced breeding and lots of finger sucking and he LOVES humiliating. forced ball worship. spanks you with his drumsticks. bending you over any surface and humping you like a freak. he is very vocal very loud and into hair pulling both ways. love u x

also im loving the blog name

Thank you bub :( love you and am sending you many hugs

Oh gosh… rockstar!Bucky has me in a choke hold 24/7!!!!! Shy and quiet but secretly reads dark mafia pure smut books and fantasizes about getting aggressively gang-banged reader

I wasn’t planning for this to be a 1.1k word very slutty blurb-ish rant. What am I kidding, you can send me ‘dad’ and I’d flip out (I didn’t even re-read my sentences)

Feeling pressured to get into a relationship because all of your friends are in one. It’s not that you are 100% opposed to finding a hookup or even an exclusive relationship, but according to your friends, you “never spoke” and “shut down every single person who made a move or flirted in the slightest.”

Spring exams are over, and holiday around the corner, so you don’t have any convincing excuses to not go out with your friends.

Giving up, you hook up with the most annoying, vanilla, mundane personality of a tree stump, fratboy douche bag. You pray it doesn’t turn into something serious. Still, you don’t have the guts to decline when he invites you to his house for break, mainly because a couple of his friends will be staying over as well. He, as usual, gaslights you until you’re hiding in one of the bathrooms in his house, vigorously texting your best friend that you want to leave while your shitty boyfriend, who constantly cheats on you, and his friends get drunk downstairs.

He can’t stand his older brother. Partially because he is forty times more attractive than he is and also his thriving career as a drummer. As a teenager, he would make fun of his brother for how he dresses, listening to Deftones, Sonic Youth, and even fucking Nirvana, and mostly because he plays the drums and started a band with three of his friends. But now, he just shuts his mouth when around Bucky.

Walking downstairs, you think about walking out without collecting any of your things or saying a word.

“Come on, let’s just go. You said you wanted to go. It doesn’t matter if your brother’s playing there. He’s not going to be staying at your house anyways.”

Standing in the crowd, you’ve been left in a while your “boyfriend” and his friends do God knows what.

Yes, the other band members are hot, and there’s no doubt you’d let them use you like a worthless sex doll, but the tattoos, his shirt around his neck that exposes his perfect body, every single thing about him.

After their final song, you don’t move, just stand there, staring at Ben? Bucky? Brody? You can’t even remember his name, so infatuated by the perfectly sculpted man or maybe because your boyfriend who’s making out with a random girl refuses to talk about him.

“You doing okay there?” Bucky chuckles, bending down a bit to snap you out of your dreamy state. “Y/n, right? It’s Bucky, (I’m not putting a name because I can) ‘s older brother.”

IVE NEVER ONCE USED Y/N AND IM CRINGING AND THROWING UP

Fuck this I’m not trying in the slightest anymore and will rant and puke words elkjskska…

He brings you backstage to the private room he used to get ready. You’re hesitant but can’t resist. You sit on the couch awkwardly watching him as he wipes, then throws his sweaty black wife-beater on the table and lights a pre-roll. Bucky offers you his joint and smugly chuckles when you stumble to respond. “We got an innocent little one, now do we, bunny.” He starts conversation, but you can only respond with a nod and the occasional flustered hum. His eyes drop as you squirm in your seat and adjust your dress. “Not so innocent, huh? Flustered and humping the air like a needy slut” Bucky grins, gripping your thigh and slowly inching his hand past the hem of your dress…

Now for the said kinks >_<

Humiliation

Pulling up your dress and forcing your legs open, sliding his thick fingers through your folds, mocking you and collecting your wetness with his fingers. Rubbing your clit torturously slow, his pressure so light, but he can still feel the throbbing and heat radiating from your cunt, he brings his other hand to your face, fingers digging into your skin, and he forces your jaw to drop. Drool accumulates in your mouth; Bucky shoves his slick-covered digits down your throat. “Aw, you gonna be my dumb little whore? Want me to fuck you so bad, don’t you, bunny?” he slaps your face, nonchalantly gets up, and relights his joint. He sits not too far away from you on the couch. His thighs spread because MANSPREAD BUCKY I WANT TO SUCK YOUR COCK. His bulge is prominent, straining his black pants as he inhales the smoke. You wait for him to speak, just breathing heavily and rubbing your thighs together. Finally, he makes you strip and curses under his breath, palming himself over his jeans.

DONT LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW IM HAVING A MOMENT… “Grab that pillow for me. Go on.” Bucky chuckles when you go and hand the pillow to him. “Always so clueless, huh? Haven’t been used before, is that right?” You respond with an embarrassed nod. “Well, then I know my needy little bunny will do just fine,” Bucky instructs you to sit back down on the couch but tells you to place the decorative pillow directly under you. “Don’t act dumb. Hump that pillow like you do after faking your orgasm. Hump that pillow like you do while thinking about getting fucked into oblivion, getting slapped and thrown around, go on.”

Hair pulling

Bucky is a sadist but has a little masochism in him as well. He gets so turned from your crying, tugging his hair from overstimulation as he slams into your cervix. The intoxicating pain from your nails digging into his skin or bitting his shoulder ensures him that he’s achieving his goal; to make you insane in the best way.

As much as he loves hearing your helpless whimper as you pull on his hair, he, even more, loves to clutch your hair as he roughly fucks your throat. Tears, makeup, and spit painted all over your face as he slams you down his cock with the grip on your hair.

What a perfect segue into ball worship and the good old faithful spit kink and maybe some rimming

Everything is messy. Spit, cum, tears, maybe even special water from his special water gun

He loves the spit that drips down your chest when you give him head. He loves the spit so much that he can’t contain himself and has to spit on your face and call you a “stupid little slut” and a “worthless messy whore”

What pushes Bucks over the edge is when you suck on his balls, innocently looking up at him as he holds your face down against him.

“Have you ever eaten ass before, bunny?”

Thrusting his hips and rocking against your face. He just can’t help but cum all over his chest and make you lick it up after tongue fucking his ass and sucking on his balls.

I could go on forever… breeding, spanking, voyeurism/exhibitionism, threesomes/foursomes, etc

Another I love you because I can <3 take care and don’t be mean to yourself you are the sweetest little angel ever <33

[chelseeebe]

angel. | part 2 to two time.

summary: you and steve have been in this situationship for too long now. is it worth ruining what you've got for the sake of an official relationship? read two time (part one). oh my actual fuck, i normally despise reading back anything i've written but i can't stop re-reading this. it's a part two to two time but really could be read on it's own :) i also imagined readers room as my first year uni halls and i know it's different in america but it just would not work lol

fratboy!steve makes me crazy, idk what it is

your head is leaning in your hand, ever so slowly your eyes droop and it becomes too heavy to hold up.

‘hey! don’t you fall asleep on me now,’ steve bangs his palm on the table, jolting you awake.

‘steveee.. it’s..,’ you tap your phone screen, ‘three am! please can we just finish in the morning, i’m so tired,’ you pout, you were helping him finish his project. which, by the way, he had only started at six the night before. it was due at eleven the next morning.

‘do you want me to fail? i’ll have to move back home and then you’ll never ever see me again,’ he crosses his arms and tilts his head, just like a little puppy dog.

‘maybe you should’ve started earlier instead of partying so much, hmm?’ you imitate him, crossing your arms across your chest and tilting your head in the opposite direction.

‘well if someone wasn’t so obsessed with me, always begging me to hang out, then maybe i would’ve started earlier,’ he shrugs. lying through his teeth, he could’ve had a year to get this done and he still would’ve been sat here hours before the deadline.

‘hey, i would never beg you, i’m better than that,’ you wink at him. his golden eyes creasing into a smile, all you had to do was call and he was already halfway to your dorm. hell, he virtually lived there.

‘how much have you got left?’ you lean over and glance at his papers, to be absolutely fair to the boy, he was a pro at cramming.

‘i still need to finish the conclusion and sort out my references, but i need you to help me with that,’ try as he might, he had still never figured out how to academically reference his sources. meaning the task always fell on you.

‘okay.. so if i set an alarm for.. say seven, that gives you enough time to finish your conclusion and me enough time to do all your referencing, sound good?’ you pout again, this time extending your bottom lip out further. you knew that’d convince him.

he sighs but his smile is evident, ‘fine, but i’m setting the alarm, i know what you’re like,’ he stands up gathering the collection of papers spread across the desk and places them inside his bag.

‘yay!’ you stand up, grabbing your bag from the floor.

‘if i fail, you will pay,’ he saunters up behind you.

‘oooh no i’m sooo scared, whatever will i do!’ you sarcastically quip back with a giggle.

‘right, i’ve had enough of your lip,’ and with that he grabs your waist, lifting your body up and over his shoulder, smacking your ass rather hard.

you respond with a shriek, the other students late-night studying roll their eyes. you’d both been distracting them all night, relieved that you were finally leaving.

he carries you in this position all the way back to your room across campus. dropping you onto your bed with a suspicious sounding crack.

‘you fucking idiot, you broke my bed!’ you roll off of said bed and strip down to your underwear, reaching for one of steve’s extra large t-shirts.

‘well, we both knew that was gonna happen one day, honestly surprised it’s not happened sooner,’ he chuckles, peeling off his sweater.

the sight still made you bite your lip, he was seriously sexy and you’d never get over it.

���and technically, it was your body that broke the bed, i just put you down,’ he holds his hands up in innocence.

‘threw me down, but okay babe,’ you climb into the bed, moving over to leave space for him. he follows you, pulling the duvet over you both.

you roll over onto your front, slinging your leg over his as his arm wraps across your back.

‘yeah, yeah.. goodnight,’ he plants a kiss to the top of your head, pulling you in closer to him.

‘alarm?’

‘shit,’ he groans, reaching for his phone, rushing to set the alarm.

‘and you didn’t trust me to do it,’ you scoff, your hand resting on his chest.

‘fuck off, go to sleep,’ he sets his phone down, finding your waist once again. you can’t help but smile at the boy.

you wake up to the blaring sound of steve’s phone alarm. your groggy groan vibrates on his chest.

‘shit, i’ve still got so much to do,’ his arms holding you tighter. you loved his morning voice, it was so gruff and husky. it honestly just reminded you of when he fucked the shit out of you on those early mornings you both had classes, his voice still deep with sleep.

‘get up now, before i fall back asleep and you won’t be able to move,’ you move your leg off of him, he shudders slightly as your thigh brushes over his semi-erect cock.

you’d give anything to just mount him and ride his cock until you were crying out. but, you knew he genuinely could not fail this class, or he’d lose his scholarship and have to move all the way back across the country.

he kisses your lips as he gets out of the bed, your hands wrap around his neck instinctively, kissing him with pure lust, keeping him bent down over you.

‘don’t do this to me,’ he mumbles, internally deciding if fucking you into the mattress right this moment was worth the fail.

you let go, a smirk plastered across your face, ‘sorry, go and finish and i’ll be here.’

he collapses into your desk chair with a sigh, pulling the papers out of his bag and spreading them across your already messy desk.

not only did he have to finish this project, he now had to do it a raging boner and with you lying there in his shirt, only 2 feet away.

‘you bitch, i thought you were menna help me?’ you were already dropping back off to sleep.

‘oh, i am, just give me five minutes and i’ll be there..’ you mumble, sleep already preoccupying your mind.

he lets you sleep, god knows he'd pay for it later when you were moody and quite frankly mean to him.

he reaches for his phone, opening up snapchat and facing his phone towards your sleeping body. the blanket pulled up to your chin, messy hair framing your face.

it was one of the few times he got to see you so peaceful and quiet.

'sleeping beauty' he captions it, debating whether to post the picture and piss you off or to keep it for his own collection of candid pics of you. he settles for posting it to his private story.

it was now nine, and he was now bored of doing this on his own, watching you sleep peacefully next to him. he leans over and shakes your shoulder lightly, 'wakey wakey, time to get your ass up.'

'no,' you grumble, 'five more minutes mom,' your eyes open to peer over at him, a smile erupting on your face.

'i'm okay with daddy, but mom is just fucking weird,' he's gripping onto your hand, trying to pull you out of your duvet cave. you chuckle at his words, gripping onto the bed as to not slip out.

'i'm bored and i need your help, so get up,' he juts out his bottom lip and softens his eyes, how could you say no?

'you woke me up because you were bored? err you're such a simp,' you stand up, pulling his oversized shirt down over your thighs.

'only for you,' he grabs your waist, pulling you into his chest, 'anyway, can you do my references pleaseee,' you sit down onto his knee and glimpse at the stack of papers on your desk.

'sweet, are you all finished then?' you grab his pen and grab the scribbled list of books he'd used.

'all done, just need you to do this and then i can go and hand it in,' he presses his cheek to your back, arms wrapped around your waist. you'd probably jump off of a cliff if he asked like this.

you sit and copy out his list, just much neater and in the correct format. you'd taught him to always make you a list with the information you needed so you could rearrange it and make it presentable for him.

you finish and tuck the sheets of paper at the bottom of the pile, standing up off of his lap.

'it's half ten, get changed and run,' you walk to your en-suite, wetting your toothbrush, 'oh and sort out that disgusting morning breath.'

he follows you into the bathroom, copying your actions on his own toothbrush, he'd bought it especially for your room.

you spit the minty foam into the sink just as steve gags as he brushes back teeth, 'pussy,' replacing the toothbrush to its rightful place.

he spits, 'just because you don't gag, whore,' putting his toothbrush back right next to yours, smacking your bare ass as you exit the bathroom.

'you're gonna be late, and then you'll fail and then you'll never get to bully me again,' you smirk, holding his sweater out to him.

he takes it from your hand, pulling it over his head, 'i'm going, i'm going!' slipping on his jeans and shoving the papers into his bag.

you pout your lips, making a kissing sound.

he plants a kiss to your lips and practically sprints out of the door.

-

'steve, you need to hurry the fuck up,' you brush out your curls with your fingers, bouncing them around your shoulders.

you look into his oddly stained mirror, readjusting the white feathery wings on your back.

'i'm ready.. i was just admiring how fucking good you look,' you spin around to face him, a shy smile creeps to your face. he's complimented you countless times but it still made you blush every single time.

'well thank you darling,' you siddle over to his position on the edge of bed, resting your hands on his shoulders, he places his hands on your hips and looks up.

you could hear the party already thumping downstairs, steve had so very kindly offered to host your birthday party at his frat house. you were hesitant and first, knowing exactly how they usually ended up.

you had practically forced him to wear the corresponding devil costume to your angel outfit.

'it'll be so cute, and it's so accurate,' you pleaded, picking up the red horns. you could've convinced him to wear anything in that white mini skirt, soft thighs adorned with white fishnets.

'mmm,' his hands slide down to your half-exposed behind, tongue peaking out the side of his lips.

'they'll be waiting for us,' squeezing his shoulders.

'i know.. before we go, i've been thinking..' his fingers pressing into your rear.

'oh no, that's never a good thing,' your hands run through the back of his hair, not wanting to mess it up too much.

'shut up, no- i was thinking about you actually,' he smiles at the thought.

'right.. go on,' he was either about to ruin the incredible thing you had going on or was about to gain a girlfriend.

'well, you basically are already but.. d'ya wanna be my girlfriend?' his grip tightens, pulling you in closer to his chest.

you beam down at him, 'jeez, i thought you'd never ask,' kissing his smile with such passion it causes his body to rock back.

'well thank fuck for that,' he murmurs into the kiss.

'y'know i'd never say no to you,' you smirk, had he genuinely believed you'd turn him down? not a chance.

'we actually do have to go now, it being my birthday n'all,' you pull away from him, grabbing his hand from your ass cheek and yanking him to the door.

'sorry, sorry, my boyfriend takes too long to get ready,' your friends squeal as you and steve approach them. the pair of you were basically already married for christ's sake, but they were still just as delighted to hear he'd officially asked you.

the party boomed on, you and steve had lost each other to your respective group of friends. the alcohol beginning to make you slightly, very tipsy.

nelly's 'hot in herre' blared out of the speaker, the music causing your hips to move all on their own, your hands tracing up your body seductively.

steve meets your eye from across the room, adjusting his position on the couch to see you better.

'i wanna take my clothes off,' you mouth over to him, biting on your bottom lip.

'fellas, i'll see you later, yeah?' he slaps his buddy on the back as he walks over to you. their gaze following him, rolling their eyes and laughing when they realised why he ran off.

he's essentially dragging you up the stairs, your feet tripping over each other on the way up.

not wanting to wait any longer to rip those filthy fishnets off of you.

[calmingpi]

Unprompted ranking of gg guys based on how much i like their clothes

1. Krosp

Have you ever seen a more perfect coat for an emperor cat

2. Martellus

This is undisputed for me. These clothes are so fucking good. I think I forgot both his lab outfits but forget it these outweigh everything else he's worn regardless of how bad it is. He's like a fratboy trying to audition for a disneyland walkaround.

3. Dimo

These fuck. Like dude gets his clothes by attacking random guys who might be his size and he makes it WORK

4. Klaus

You all have to leave me alone on this one. I have a coat collection irl

5. Gil

Gil's wasp fighting outfit is one of my favorite of all time, as is his lab coat from castle arc that I surprisingly forgot to include even though ITS THE OUTFIT I COSPLAYED. I'm also a huge sucker for overalls. The rest of his clothes though are kiiiinda boring. Nice coats but they tend to run together.

6. Tarvek

Look, man. I draw tarvek in a lot of awesome shit, in my opinion, but the fact of the matter is he is FAR too conventional. BREAK SOME MORE DAMN RULES. YOU DRESS LIKE GIL IN PURPLE AND RED.

7. Maxim

I think hed be ranked higher if he had more outfits. Obsessed with the implication that he mugged someone for a princess hat, apparently. I relate so hard. Also, purple is my favorite color

8. Hadrian (the good one)

Wizard of Oz is a good movie

9. Theo

He dresses... Interestingly, but the winner is the black outfit he's wearing under that coat. Obsessed with it. Wish i owned it.

10. Van

VAN YOU LOSER YOU WERE SO CLOSE. YOU COULD HAVE BEEN WAY HIGHER WITH LITERALLY JUST ONE OUTFIT YOU EXCLUSIVELY WEAR AND THEN YOU PULLED OUT SOME HIDEOUS NIGHTGOWN