#but then again. it's been a while 🫢;; hi everyone ^^

[kutiee]

The teaser 😳

[obxsummer]

leave me again // jj maybank

pairing: ex!jj maybank x routledge!reader

request: Routledge reader and JJ broke up during the 18 months and now she watches him with Kie? 🫢👀

summary: based on the song by kelsea ballerini; after two years together, you return to outer banks only to lose jj to kiara in a blink of an eye.

warnings: minor szn 4 spoilers, angst hehehe

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You didn’t understand. You really didn’t. 

How could you go from such a beautiful relationship and one of the happiest times of your life to watching your best friend get together with your ex-boyfriend? It seemed like such a cruel joke to watch people who had been with you your entire life turn against you in this way. 

It took less than a week for JJ to cut things off after everyone came back from El Dorado, claiming he needed to reevaluate everything and take time for himself. Apparently, that didn’t last long, because three days later, you caught Kiara sharing his bed in Sarah’s rental condo, looking like the happiest he’d ever been.

"I can explain, just-"

The scene in front of you was sick. You'd heard JJ yell out in his sleep, something that was more common than not with his nightmares. Instincts had you in front of his door before you knew it, wanting to comfort him in case he needed someone. You didn't expect to find this.

JJ, shirtless, next to Kiara, of all people, who was wearing the boy's shirt. In bed. Together.

Whatever JJ wanted to say, you didn't give him a chance to hear it. Lips tucked in a thin line, you gave a nod. "Sorry for interrupting, hope everything's okay."

And with a smile on your face and no room for explanations, you closed the door.

“Are you still avoiding them?” Sarah’s voice came from behind as you watched JJ and Kie prep the boat for the upcoming dive. 

You huffed, “Do you blame me?”

She stopped to stand beside you, her eyes watching the duo on the boat move together. “There’s no chemistry.”

“Not a bit.”

Sarah watched you carefully as if she was waiting for the dam to break. In the almost three weeks JJ and Kie had been ‘together’, you hadn’t cried and you hadn’t lashed out. You’d told her the second you found them in bed and they started spewing excuses, you just apologized for interrupting and dismissed yourself with a smile.

John B was concerned. As your older brother, it was his job to defend you and watch out for you, no matter the circumstance. When the two of you first got together, John B made JJ swear that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, swearing there would be consequences. While you’d kept your cool, he did not and JJ managed to catch himself a black eye and swollen cheek as a result. 

“Has John B talked to them?”

“Has John B what?” Your brother interrupted your question as he joined the two of you in the shop, hauling a hefty backpack. He reached out to grab your shoulder and squeezed it lightly. “You okay?”

You nodded in response, clamping your mouth shut and looking back at the water. Kiara was going down on the dive with JJ, something about not leaving him alone which made your eyes roll. Pope and John B were going on the boat, leaving you, Sarah, and Cleo on shore to be lookout. 

“Are you lying to me?”

You’d lost so many pieces of yourself in the moments shared with JJ, allowing the vulnerability you had believed he would never take advantage of.  It was no surprise John B could see through the cracks you’d inevitably let form. You sighed, head dropping between your shoulder blades as you let out a steady breath. “I’m fine, Bee. Promise.”

John B was unconvinced by your words but didn’t push. He heard your almost silent crying at night. It was obvious you were hurting by the way you closed yourself off and hid in your skin. He hated that his so-called best friend was the one to treat you this way and cause you to feel like this. 

“You can take a break,” He reassured as his backpack dropped to the ground as he pulled you into a full hug and placed a kiss on your head. “Nobody would blame you.”

You hugged him back and fought off the tears that burned your eyes. There would be a point and time to talk about all of this, but it wasn’t here and now. If you were being honest, there was nothing you’d rather do than run away from Kildare right now, but it wouldn’t be the best option by any means.

“You guys ready up there?” JJ’s voice echoed around the morning air as he called out to John B. 

You hugged your brother tighter before letting go, forcing a smile on your lips. “Be careful, please?”

He rubbed your head lovingly, smiling when you tried to shove him away. “Always.”

You stepped away to give him time with Sarah and started to head back toward the house when someone called your name. JJ’s shoes stomped against the new wooden deck, the sound getting louder as he got closer. You froze in your spot as he rounded to stop you from walking away. “Can we talk?”

You stared at him for a moment, wondering how someone you loved so incredibly much could make you feel this way. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

When you moved to pass him, he grabbed your elbow gently to prevent it. “Please, I just want to get this out before… in case I don’t-”

“You’ll be back.” It was hard to avoid the instinct of reassuring him. He swallowed thickly and met your gaze. He would be back, you just didn't know if you'd be here to see it. The two of you hadn’t been alone since everything went down and there was plenty of awkwardness to show. 

“I just… I’m sorry. About everything. I should’ve told you, but it all happened so fast and-”

“Did you ever love me?” The question came out of your mouth before you could think about it. You wanted to ask it for a while, to find out exactly what went through his head when he let Kiara climb in bed with him that night.

The opening and closing of his mouth was enough of a response to shatter you. Tears formed faster than you liked as you nodded.

“Figured," You breathed out, "Goodbye, JJ.”

You left him on the dock and didn’t look back as you walked away. From him, from Kie, from the friends you considered family until they made you feel like anything but. You swore then and there that you would never fall for someone in that way again. 

After all, staying only made you get real good at pretend.

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Coming back from the dive had been a mess of chaos. Kie and JJ were at the hospital recovering from nitrogen in their blood while the remainder of the group came back to the house with the amulet, hoping to figure out what was inscribed inside. 

John B called your name as he entered the house, practically bouncing in excitement to tell you what they’d found. You’d opted to stay back after speaking to JJ on the dock, which they didn’t fault you for, knowing you needed time alone.

When silence followed JB’s call, he frowned. Something wasn’t right. The main floor was empty, not a sign of you or your relative presence in the area. Room empty too, leaving John B to question where the hell you went. They had the Twinkie and the dirt bikes were outside which meant if you went anywhere it would be on your own two feet.

“John B.”

The tone in Sarah’s voice told him his intuition was right. She met him in the doorway of your room with a piece of paper in hand, holding it in his direction. He didn’t even need to read it to know the answer to his question.

You were gone. And you weren’t coming back any time soon.

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part two here :)

a/n: i hate this i'm so sorry

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[g4rvez-r3id]

Nice Car

S4! Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU Reader

Synopsis: You’d always had a crush on Dr. Spencer Reid but you’re sure he’s never had eyes on you. But he takes you home after a night out with the team and you’re definitely proven wrong about him not having eyes on you.

Category: Smut

Warnings: reader has a crush on spencer and vice versa, mentions of a family annihilator case, mutual pining, drinking, reader is described as “bigger than most girls” *lowkey projecting here again 😬*, the girls are wingwomen - in jj, garcia and emily we trust 🙏, reader is tipsy but sobers up before they even leave the bar, kissing, smut warnings: car sex, a lil vanilla, straddling, dry humping(?), praise kink, riding, unprotected sex, creampie. (that should cover it)

Author’s Note: hey lovelies! i was watching “yellowjackets” and got inspired oops 🫢 i hope y’all like this one hehe it’s a quick one but oh well :)

You wanted to wind down after a big case you and the team had in Cincinnati. It was a family annihilator, who’d been murdering families of five. Their children age ranges from as young as three to as old as fourteen. It wasn’t easy, dealing with cases such as these ones.

At the end of the case, Rossi offered to pay for drinks tonight at O’Keefe’s. Once Emily and JJ said they were in, you nodded in agreement to come along and secretly hoping Spencer would come along tonight. And luckily, with some persuasion from Garcia and Morgan — he reluctantly agreed, to your wish.

It was no secret that you had a huge crush on Spencer. Everyone knew, except Spencer. But then again, he was oblivious to pretty much anything that had to do with the opposite sex.

So, on that note, you decided to dress for the night. Correction, Garcia decided you should dress for the night. She’d been the one encouraging this little crush you had on Spencer.

Often times, you thought she was saying stuff like ‘Oh, pretty boy was totally staring at you today’ or ‘He totally has a thing for you’ just to feed into your delusions. You weren’t sure dressing up was going to do anything.

Especially, since you didn’t really believed you fit into the “hot category”. And what you meant by that was that weren’t built like a supermodel. You were bigger than most girls you knew. Boys at school never looked at you, only really looking at friends of yours and only befriending you because of those friends. There were a lot of things you didn’t like about yourself. Your shoulders were too broad, your thighs too big, your boobs — more flabby than boob. You were your own biggest critic and to be honest, you weren’t sure if there was anyone out there who would love you for you. So, you figured that you’d be content fulfilling a life of loneliness if you were to never experience the love you believed you deserved.

But nonetheless, you dressed up. You were also dressing up for yourself, dressing for Spencer would’ve been a plus. But if you were going to look good tonight, you were doing it on your own terms and not at the expense of a boy. Or a man, since Spencer was definitely all man.

Garcia had helped you with your outfit. You wore a mini-velvet black dress with a bunched waist that fit your body and curves right and topped the outfit off with a leather jacket and converse — sorry, but you’d rather be comfortable than wearing six-inch heels that will break your ankles after taking one step.

JJ offered to drive you, Emily and Garcia to the O’Keefe’s tonight and you’d taken it with the intention of getting wasted and not wanting to drive back to your place while intoxicated.

The four of you met up with the men. Spencer had shown up, driving Morgan and Rossi and Hotch had hitched a ride with each other and Morgan whistled once he saw you. “Sheesh, Mama, you look hot.” He commented and your cheeks flush at the compliment. “Oh, this was just a little something I had in my closet but thank you, Morgan.”

Spencer had coughed a bit and Hotch pats his back to soothe him. “You okay, Reid?” He asks. Spencer nods, “Oh, yeah, wrong—” He clears his throat. “Wrong pipe.” He definitely wasn’t going to admit that he was staring at you in the dress and it made him choke on his water.

“Pretty boy’s just choked up because pretty girl here showed up in a little sexy dress, huh?” Morgan chuckles and you look down sheepishly, even pulling the ends of your dress down a bit.

You seated yourself next to Spencer and Emily for the night, drinking shot after shot with your colleagues, swapping stories and having a few laughs. You found yourself scooting impossibly closer to Spencer, even resting your head on his shoulders a couple of times as you talked about him endearingly to your other colleagues. You’d had about six shots before switching over to water to sober up a bit.

Eventually, you, Emily, JJ and Garcia had all gone to the bathroom, where the four of you did your own gossiping. “Oh, my God. Y/n, have you noticed how Spencer hasn’t taken his eyes off of you all night?” Garcia asked as you checked your reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, stop.” You retort, washing your hands. “No, Penelope is totally right. He’s been staring at you since we got here.” JJ confirmed and Emily adds on, “And he definitely checked out your ass when we were coming here.”

You shake your head, “You guys are insane.” JJ raises her brows with a suggestion, “Hey, how about he gives you ride home tonight?” Penelope gasps and chimes in, “Yes, yes, yes! It’d be a perfect opportunity for you two to be alone together!” Emily then nods along with this plan, “Yeah and then we’ll take Morgan home so he won’t be a cockblock.”

You laugh at their jokes, at least you think they’re joking for the rest of the night. That is until Rossi pays off the tabs and everyone begins to leave. “Hey, why don’t we take you home, Morgan? It’s on the way and Spencer can take Y/n home since it’s not that far from him?”

You don’t catch as Garcia winks at Morgan to go along with it and Morgan nods in agreement, “Sounds like a plan. You don’t mind, Reid, do you?” Morgan asks and Spencer shrugs and he smiles at you, “No, not at all. Is that okay with you, Y/n?” You swear, you get butterflies from anything this man does. You shrug, “Fine by me.”

You exchange your goodbyes as the four of your colleagues wriggle their eyebrows at you and you swear, you’re so gonna get them back for this one day. Or maybe thank them, who knows?

Spencer walks you back to his vehicle, a Volvo Amazon P130, an old school car that seemed right for a man such as Dr. Spencer Reid himself. Spencer wastes no time as he opens your car door for you and then makes his way to the driver’s seat to start the car.

“Sorry about the car, it’s pretty old school. Morgan says I should get a new car.” Spencer sheepishly smiles at you but you shake your head, “It’s a nice car, though.” Spencer furrows his brows, “Really, you don’t think it’s a hunk of junk?”

“Hunk of junk, sure. But you never see cars like these anymore. Any facts you can share with me about the design?” You ask and Spencer’s eyes light up as he begins to explain — “The production years were from 1961 to 1970. The engine programme was originally supposed to follow that of the 4-door model. However, as the 2-door was somewhat lighter, it was also regarded as somewhat more sporty and was therefore used in competitions, both rally driving and motor racing. They’d presented two models, however technically speaking, there was no difference between the two models. The doors were naturally longer on the new 2-door model to make it easier to get into the rear seat and the front seats could, of course, be folded forwards for the same reason—”

You listened intently as he talked about the car and the models. Honestly, you weren’t exactly understanding what he was saying but you watched as he spoke. If his hands hadn’t been on the wheel, he definitely would’ve spoken with his hands like he did often. You loved listening to him talk. Especially when no one on the team seemed to give him the time of day like you would. If you weren’t obvious about your crush before, you staring at him while he talked would do it. You wouldn’t lie if you said you didn’t find his knowledge sexy, you did. It was hard to concentrate when someone as amazing as him was sharing facts about anything everything and it turned you on, if you were being honest.

“Hey, Spence?” You ask. “Yup?” Spencer looks your way for a split second. And you don’t know what makes you say the next thing you say, but it confuses Spencer. “Pull over.”

Spencer looks at you, a little longer now with furrowed brows. “Uh… what?”

“Pull over.” You repeat.

Spencer is confused but nonetheless does as you request, turning towards a vacant street and puts the car in park. “Are you okay? Do you feel like you’re gonna get sick?” You look at Spencer and you smile a bit, warm at the fact that he seems to be concerned for you. Instead, you unbuckle your seatbelt and turn your body towards him and you hesitantly raise your hand towards his face and subconsciously, he leans into your touch.

He stares into your eyes, like he’s longed to do for so long. Spencer’s eyes take down and the poor man can’t help it, especially with the way you look in your dress tonight. The way it hugged your curves, filled out your breasts perfectly and the way it cupped your ass the way it was supposed to. He was no better than a twelve year-old boy.

And what could he say? Spencer had a crush. Since the day you walked into the BAU. He’d fallen deep and hard for you, how couldn’t he? You were an amazing person, with an incredible heart and a loving personality. And he’d always thought you were gorgeous. But the real issue was him. How could you love someone like him? He’d had so many issues of his own, not to mention he’d been told he looked like an earthworm and a pipe cleaner with eyes. His hair was getting long again, his ties were always perpetually crooked, he was weird. He wouldn’t blame you for not liking him. Hell, he wouldn’t like him.

But that couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

“Close your eyes.” You tell him and Spencer is hesitant on doing so but you encourage him to do so as you stare into his eyes and say — “Just trust me.”

Spencer gulps but nonetheless, he closes his eyes. He’d pretty much do anything for you. You lean closer to Spencer and you lick your lips, leaning your head forward and pray this goes well. You’d kissed a man before, it’s not like it was your first time, but this was Spencer. And this was different than the other boys you’d had crushes on in the past.

And you don’t know what’s persuading your newfound confidence, but what do next definitely confirms it for Spencer. Your lips latch onto his and you’re so focused on getting this kiss right, you don’t even realize that he seems to be kissing you back.

And you kiss him. You kiss him until breathing becomes a chore, you kiss him until you feel content with how you’ve kissed him, until he stops kissing you back.

You back up, looking him right in his eyes and you smile to yourself. You don’t really know what to say and you can see the shocked expression on his face and suddenly you’re regretting it. Oh, God, why did you just do that? You just totally ruined your friendship with Spencer and for what? For the expense of a kiss? A kiss he probably didn’t even want? You suddenly want to cower in a shell like a turtle.

“I— I’m sorry, I—” But before you can apologize properly, Spencer pulls you back in for another kiss, holding your face there he unbuckles his own seatbelt and you pull off your jacket in the process and climb on top of his lap in the car.

You don’t want to crush him with your weight so you hold yourself up on your knees on either side of his hips. “I take it you like me, too?” You ask him with a small smile. “Oh, I’m crazy about you.” Spencer admitted, making you blush a bit as he continues to kiss you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Spencer stops and you put another kiss on pause and look him in the eyes. “Are you sure you’re sober… enough for this?” This man… At least he doesn’t want to take advantage of you, despite your primal need of wanting him to. “I am, Spencer. I swear. I was a little tipsy earlier, but my head is clear. I know what I’m doing.” You say with a serious tone. “But we can totally stop right here, if you want—”

Spencer denies your offer, pulling you in for another kiss. One kiss on your lips and he begins to kiss at your neck. You begin to rock forwards and Spencer holds your plush thighs on either side of him, pulling you into him so you ground down on him properly. He gasps as you whine at the friction and you stare into his eyes as you are quick to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock.

“Wait, I don’t have a condom.” Spencer tells, almost pushing you away. “I’m on the pill.” You tell him. “But we can totally stop by a store and get one.” You suggest to him.

He considers this for a moment but he’s fantasized about this moment for a long time and every time he jerked off to the thought of you, he always imagined filling you. He actually imagined a lot of things that had to do with you.

“Would it be okay… if… we didn’t… use a condom?” Spencer asks shyly and you smirk, “That is definitely okay with me as long as it’s okay with you.” Spencer nods vehemently, “It’s definitely okay with me, too.”

So, you move your underwear to the side and straddle him. “I’ve… I’ve only done this one other time, so please bear with me.” You confess but Spencer doesn’t mind.

You settle yourself right down on his cock and gasp as he fills you, wrapping your arms around him and the seat behind him. “Oh, God!” He exclaims, calling you by your name.

You back up, looking down at him and his eyes are blown with lust and love. His hands rest on your thigh, running his hands over the smooth skin and one of his hands makes its’ way to your face and his thumb rubs underneath your eye, gazing into your eyes. “You’re so beautiful.” You shake your head at him, shyly but he doesn’t back down. “I mean it, Y/n. You’re beautiful. I’m not just saying this.”

You rock against him as you place your hands on his shoulders to brace yourself. “You’re beautiful too, doc.” You admit to him and lean close to his earlobe. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

“I feel like I should be saying that to you.” Spencer tells, wrapping his arms around your body. “And seeing you in this dress… Jesus. You’re gorgeous.”

“Stop saying that.” You tell him, wanting to spare the comments from your mind if this was nothing to him. “No, I won’t. Because you are, Y/n. I want… I want it all. I want everything with you. Will you let me give you that? Please.”

You have to admit, you like seeing this side of Spencer Reid. The side that’s begging to have everything with you. The sight of him beneath you. You hold him tightly as you bounce up and down on his cock.

“God, you feel so good.” You tell him and his hands are everywhere on you. “So do you.” He chokes out.

“Spencer…” You gasp, rolling your hips on him. “I-I love you.” He confesses. “Please let me love you.” You back up again, seeing that pleasing look on his face and you stare down at him. “I-I love you, too. I love you.” You say and you say it with such certainty. If there was anything you were certain of in this moment, it was this. It was him. It was always him.

“I’m—I’m getting close.” Spencer whines and his hands quickly make their way to under your dress and he begins to rub your bundle of nerves and you nearly shriek at the motion, wanting to close your thighs together but he keeps them apart, wanting to see you fall apart in front of him. “Jesus, oh, my God! Spencer!” You moan out and he stares into your eyes, “Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Please.”

You shudder against him as you feel his cock throb and he fills you with his cum and you collapse against him, not caring anymore if you were crushing him with your body. All that mattered was that you were with him, here and now. You both pant and you feel as he rubs your back with his hand and kisses your neck.

You run a hand through his hair and chuckle to yourself. “Spencer…” You sigh. “Yeah?”

“Never ever get a new car.” He keeps that promise.

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𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝗜𝗻 𝗣𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝟮.𝟬 || 𝗕𝗼𝗯𝗯𝘆 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗹 ||

A/n: First Bobby fic 🫢

Erik was already used to being teased for having a girlfriend who dressed like a cupcake and smelled like strawberry lip gloss. He liked it, actually. The contrast between his black hoodie-wearing, chain-smoking self and her pastel, glitter-loving world was kind of the whole appeal.

What he wasn’t prepared for was that she’d come with baggage. Tiny, adorable, painfully shy baggage.

“Be nice,” his girlfriend warned, looping her arm through his as they stood on his porch. “She’s like a little sister to me, and she’s nervous.”

Erik rolled his eyes. “You say that every time you introduce me to someone new. I’m always nice.”

“You threatened to bite my cousin.”

“She started it.”

Before she could scold him further, the door opened and Bobby leaned out. “Hey, you guys coming in or—” His voice caught. “Uh.”

That’s when she appeared behind Erik’s girlfriend. You.

You stepped into view like something out of a vintage dollhouse—dressed in a soft pink sundress with a ribbon in your hair, white ruffled socks peeking out of ballet flats, and a matching gloss on your lips that caught the afternoon light. You were the kind of pretty that made Bobby feel like he was standing under a heat lamp.

“…Hi,” you said softly, half-hiding behind the older girl you adored like a big sister.

Erik’s girlfriend beamed. “This is my little shadow—Y/N. Isn’t she the cutest?”

You blushed furiously at that. “I-I’m not little—”

“She’s my mentee, technically. It’s a long story involving a fashion class and a mall incident, but anyway—Y/N, this is Erik’s little brother, Bobby.”

Little brother? Bobby wanted to protest. Why did it sound like he was a baby?

But you turned to him with wide, doe eyes and gave a shy wave. “Hi, Bobby.”

He coughed into his sleeve. “Hey. Uh. Nice dress.”

Nice dress?! What the hell was that?!

You giggled behind your hand. “Thanks. I made it.”

“Oh, shit,” Erik muttered under his breath, elbowing Bobby as he walked past. “That’s it. He’s dead. Love at first blush.”

Bobby turned red enough to match the punch Erik’s girlfriend brought.

“Shut up,” he hissed.

Erik just smirked, too pleased with himself.

Inside, things didn’t get better for Bobby’s self-control.

You were polite. You said please and thank you. You complimented Erik’s mom’s living room curtains like you were meeting the Queen. And when you spoke to Bobby, it was always with this soft smile and fluttery lashes like you didn’t even know how adorable you were.

Bobby, for the record, was losing his mind.

“She’s like if someone turned a bakery into a person,” he whispered to Erik while you were busy helping set out snacks.

“Dude,” Erik laughed. “You’ve been staring at her like she’s a puppy and you’re five seconds from asking if you can pet her.”

“Can I?”

“No.”

Erik’s girlfriend swooped in then, her pink tulle skirt swishing as she pulled you toward the couch. “Okay, movie time! Bobby, you’re sitting next to Y/N so she doesn’t get scared.”

You gasped. “I don’t get scared!”

“You cried during Coraline.”

“It was a lot of buttons!”

Bobby swallowed his nerves as he sat beside you, his thigh just barely brushing yours. You smelled like something sweet—vanilla and cherry blossoms.

You tucked your skirt politely around your knees and peeked at him. “I like your hoodie.”

He blinked. “You do?”

You nodded. “It looks soft.”

“Uh…” He immediately pulled it off and offered it. “You can borrow it.”

Your cheeks pinked up like cotton candy. “Really? But…won’t you get cold?”

“I’ll survive.”

Across the room, Erik coughed loudly into his fist. “Simp.”

Bobby threw a popcorn kernel at his head completely missing you burying your face into the hoodie, the scent of his cologne hitting you .

Later that day when everyone moved outside, Erik caught him staring again while you played with the dog, giggling as you tried to keep your lace-trimmed socks clean from pawprints.

“She’s not even your type,” Erik whispered like the menace he was.

Bobby shot him a look. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You like girls who chew gum and wear leather.”

“So what?”

“So this one wears glitter and asks people how their feelings are. She’s gonna ruin you.”

Bobby watched you laugh and fall backward into the grass, sunshine caught in your hair.

“Maybe I want to be ruined.”

Erik groaned. “God, you’re already in love.”

“Shut up.”

But he didn’t.

And Bobby didn’t stop staring.

You noticed eventually.

You always did.

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Hiii! So this is a request had an idea that y/n it's a friend of his brother Cheol and y/n came back from a long trip so they kinda are updating bout life and everything that's when Cheol meet y/n and he's drawn to her so he acts a little shy and everything but he's so in love since they met, oc just and idea its up to you baby 🫢💕

When You Came Back

(Choi Seungcheol x FemReader)

*slice of life, Romance, Fluff, Slow Burn character development, NonIdolAU*

The summer wind blew gently through the city streets as Y/N stepped out of the airport, her luggage rolling quietly behind her. It had been a long year traveling, studying, chasing dreams she’d only imagined before. But now she was back. Back home, where the people she’d missed lived their everyday lives without her. And at the top of that list was her brother, Jihoon.

Jihoon, her ever-serious, sharp-tongued, but loyal older brother, was waiting for her with crossed arms just outside the arrival gate.

“You’re late,” he said, but there was the smallest tug at the corners of his lips.

Y/N laughed, dropping her suitcase and pulling him into a tight hug. “And you’re still bad at expressing emotions.”

He sighed, half-hugged her back. “Let’s go. Everyone’s been asking about you.”

Everyone, she thought. She assumed he meant his close-knit group of friends, somehow, Jihoon’s circle had grown up with style and chaos at the same time. She remembered Seungkwan’s loud jokes, Soonyoung’s dancing, Joshua’s calm nature… and a certain someone who stood out a bit more now in her memory than he had before.

Choi Seungcheol.

She hadn’t seen him in a while, but the few times she had barbecues, birthdays he had always been kind. Gentle in his eyes, a bit awkward in conversation, but never cold. She remembered the last time they spoke, his hand brushing against hers accidentally while reaching for a drink. He’d blushed. So had she. And now, just thinking about it made her stomach flutter.

When they got home, the house buzzed with activity. Jihoon had gathered a few close friends to welcome her back. It wasn’t a full-blown party, but there were drinks, snacks, and music enough to make it feel warm. Mingyu was there, already teasing her about forgetting them. Jeonghan greeted her with a dramatic bow. Vernon handed her a soda and said, “Glad you’re back.”

But it wasn’t until she turned to face the hallway that her breath caught.

Seungcheol stood there, dressed in a plain white shirt and jeans. Simple, but something about him made the air feel still. His hair was slightly ruffled, like he’d run his hand through it too many times. His Rolex gleamed under the soft lighting. But it wasn’t the watch that made her pause it was the way he looked at her. Like he didn’t believe she was real.

“Y/N,” he said.

“Seungcheol,” she replied, smiling. “Hey.”

He walked over, a little hesitant. “It’s… good to see you.”

“You too.”

They stood there for a moment, caught in that awkward yet magnetic space between strangers and something else.

“You came back,” he said again, softly this time.

“I did. Missed home.”

“Missed you,” he said before he could stop himself. And then his eyes widened. “I mean, We missed you. Jihoon. The guys.”

She laughed. “Right. Sure.”

He smiled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Over the next hour, they kept finding themselves near each other. Whether it was in the kitchen reaching for the same snack, or in the living room where their conversations overlapped, they were drawn like magnets. Seungcheol was quieter than usual, but his eyes never left her for too long.

That night, when the guests had left and Jihoon was dozing off in the living room, Seungcheol helped her bring out some trash.

“You look… different,” he said, adjusting the bag in his hand.

“Better or worse?”

“Beautiful,” he blurted out, eyes wide. “I mean—”

She smiled, cheeks warm. “Thank you.”

They paused on the porch. The night was cool. Crickets chirped in the background.

“I always wanted to talk to you more,” Seungcheol admitted. “Back then. But Jihoon’s your brother and… I don’t know. You felt a little out of reach.”

“I’m right here now.”

He looked at her, a flicker of hope dancing in his gaze. “Yeah. You are.”

And from that moment, things changed.

Seungcheol didn’t leave immediately after that. Something about the silence on the porch, the closeness between them, and the way she looked at him with that calm, soft smile it all made time stretch out like a slow-moving wave.

Y/N leaned against the porch rail, arms folded gently across her chest. The night breeze teased loose strands of her hair, and Seungcheol had to resist the sudden urge to tuck them behind her ear.

“Why’d you leave?” he asked after a long pause.

She didn’t answer right away. Her gaze lifted to the sky, where the stars glittered like tiny holes poked in velvet. “I think… I needed to see something different. To get away from everything I thought I needed to be.”

He nodded. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

Y/N looked at him, really looked, and shrugged with a wistful smile. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I missed this home. Familiar faces. Some more than others.”

That made him smile, his heart flipping. “I’m glad you came back.”

For a moment, their eyes met in quiet understanding. There had always been something between them too soft to be called tension, too strong to be ignored. A gentle magnetism. An invisible thread.

Seungcheol reached out, cautiously, and brushed her pinky finger with his.

“I thought about you,” he said.

“Did Jihoon know?” she teased, trying to ease the heat rising in her cheeks.

He chuckled. “No. I’m not that brave.”

“Why now?”

“Because you’re here. And if I don’t say it, I’ll regret it.”

Y/N didn’t say anything just turned her hand slightly so her pinky curled around his. It wasn’t a confession, but it was something. A beginning.

Over the next few weeks, they saw each other more. Not always in grand ways. Sometimes it was casual Seungcheol dropping by to see Jihoon and staying an hour longer when Y/N happened to be home. Other times, it was deliberate meeting up for coffee “accidentally on purpose,” as she liked to call it.

He was different from the guys she’d known. Gentle, thoughtful, and slightly clumsy when it came to expressing his feelings. But it was in the small things: remembering how she took her coffee, texting her to get home safe, sending her photos of cats when she was feeling low. He listened. He cared. And he looked at her like she was the only person in the room.

One evening, after a long walk through the city, they sat by the Han River sharing tteokbokki and talking about life.

“Do you think it’s weird?” Y/N asked suddenly.

“What is?”

“That… this is happening. Us.”

Seungcheol was quiet for a second. Then he said, “No. I think it was supposed to.”

Y/N looked at him. “Even though I’m your friend’s sister?”

“That’s not all you are.”

The way he said it made her stomach twist in the best way.

“You’re Y/N. You’re funny, and kind, and stubborn, and smart. You’re… you.” He looked down, a shy smile forming. “I think I’ve liked you since the second barbecue you came to. You wore that stupid green apron with the cartoon eggs.”

She laughed. “You remember that?”

“How could I forget?” He leaned closer. “

"been you for a long time.”

Of course, it didn’t stay a secret forever.

One morning, Jihoon walked into the living room and found Y/N asleep on the couch, her head resting on Seungcheol’s lap, his arm loosely around her. They’d fallen asleep watching a movie harmless enough, but the look on Jihoon’s face said he’d noticed more than that.

When Y/N woke up, Seungcheol was already awkwardly standing by the door, scratching the back of his neck.

Jihoon didn’t speak right away. He just looked between the two of them and let out a long sigh. “So… what exactly is going on?”

Seungcheol opened his mouth, then closed it. Then opened it again.

“It’s okay,” Y/N said gently. She stepped forward. “We’ve been spending time together. It just… happened naturally.”

Jihoon crossed his arms. “You like him?”

She nodded. “Yeah. A lot.”

Jihoon looked at Seungcheol. “And you?”

“I’d never do anything to hurt her,” Seungcheol said sincerely. “I promise.”

For a long moment, Jihoon said nothing. Then, finally, he exhaled. “Well. If she likes you… I guess I don’t get to punch you.”

you,” Seungcheol breathed.

“But if you ever break her heart—”

“I’ll let you punch me twice.”

They all laughed.

That same night, Seungcheol pulled her aside, just the two of them under the dim porch light once again.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“I love you.”

It wasn’t grand. It wasn’t rehearsed. It just slipped out of him like a truth that had been waiting to be said.

Y/N stared at him, breath caught. “You… do?”

He nodded, hands trembling slightly. “I didn’t want to say it until I was sure. But I am. I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

And then finally she kissed him. Gently at first, then with the kind of certainty that only comes when you’ve waited too long.

“I love you too,” she whispered against his lips.

Months passed. Then a year.

They fell into rhythm together early morning coffees, late-night phone calls, shared playlists, weekend dates. Seungcheol learned to cook (badly), Y/N learned to trust her heart more. They teased each other, fought over what to watch on Netflix, slow danced in their socks on the hardwood floor.

When Seungcheol proposed at the same Han River spot they once shared tteokbokki she cried. Not because she was surprised. But because it felt right. Every step, every smile, every touch had led to that moment.

And Jihoon? He cried at the wedding. Just a little.

Because when Seungcheol kissed Y/N in front of their friends and family, the world finally made sense

[yxngbxkkie]

paranoid (h.j)

hi, everyone!! i can't believe i finally found the will to write again 🫢 it's been too long 😌 this is an idea i came up with after seeing a tik tok (of course) i hope you guys like it 🫶🏻🥰

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

“Are you sure that coming here is okay?” You ask Jisung while stepping into his and Minho's shared apartment.

Jisung nods his head with a smile, shutting the door behind you. “Of course. I asked hyung, and he said it was fine,” he reassures you as you slip your shoes off. “If you're not comfortable here, we can go to your place.”

You shake your head, holding a hand out in front of you. “No, no, it's okay. I'm just… nervous, I guess,” you chuckle, moving to sit on the white couch. “I know that we're not really allowed to see each other. I don't want you to get into trouble.”

“I won't, trust me,” Jisung smiles, sitting down beside you. “I'm careful when it comes to you.” His eyes glance down at your hand, slowly moving his hand closer to yours.

“God, who knew you were such a sweet talker,” you giggle, feeling yourself getting a little flustered.

He gently places his hand on yours, grabbing it before intertwining your fingers together. “I need to keep you around somehow,” Jisung flirts, kissing the back of your conjoined hands.

“You don't need to keep me around, Ji,” you tell him, shaking your head. “I'm low-key down bad for you.”

Jisung wiggles his brows, causing you to chuckle some more. “Yeah you are, baby,” he grins ear to ear, leaning in closer to you.

Your heart races in your chest as you scoot an inch closer to him. You squeeze his hand and look over at him, meeting his eyes.

His free hand finds your cheek, his thumb gently stroking the apple of them. “You're so pretty, you know that?” Jisung sighs lovingly, his eyes flickering to your lips for a hot second.

“Says the pretty one,” you joke with him, leaning forward so your forehead is resting against his bangs.

Jisung brings your face in, slowly placing a kiss on your lips. You release a quiet groan as you proceed to kiss him back, bringing your free hand to his forearm.

You break away from the kiss, and Jisung moves his lips to your cheek, peppering a few kisses on both sides. “Ji,” you laugh, moving your face away from him a bit.

“Baby, don't move away from me,” he whines, circling his arms around your waist to hold you close to him.

“Well, I need to breathe,” you tell him, combing your fingers through his hair.

“You can breathe me,” he jokes with you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

You playfully roll your eyes, finding it adorable at how goofy Jisung can be. “As much as you'd love that, unfortunately, it's impossible.”

Jisung pulls back from your neck, a pout on his plump lips. “You're telling me that you wouldn't want to breathe me? I'm hurt,” he says, moving a hand to his chest.

“Isn't that a bit dramatic?” You ask him, tapping your finger against the pout he's still sporting.

“I'd breathe you if I could,” he huffs, giggling afterward. Jisung doesn't give you much time to think or answer as he swiftly kisses you once more.

The sound of the apartment door opening and closing snaps both of you from your moment. Minho walks into the apartment, a takeout bag in his hands. He stops to look at the two of you, squinting his eyes before he starts walking towards the kitchen.

“If you're going to act mushy, go to your room,” Minho mutters to the both of you before entering the kitchen.

Jisung stands up from the couch, extending his hand to you. “C'mon, baby,” he giggles, and you place your hand in his, getting off of the couch as well.

“At least eat first!” Minho yells, causing the two of you to stop in your tracks and turn to head into the kitchen.

~

Your phone vibrates as you get to the lobby of Jisung's apartment building. A smile comes to your lips as you read his text, making sure to remember to text him when you get back to your place.

You push the door open, feeling the cold wind hit your face and you fully step outside. You're walking down the steps when two girls suddenly run up to you.

“Excuse me,” one of them calls out, gaining your attention.

“Uh, yes?” You ask, feeling a little confused.

“I'm sorry. We're just wondering if you lived here?” The other girl asks you, making you a little uncomfortable.

You furrow your brows and tuck your coat closer to yourself. “I don't, but I'm not sure that's any of your business,” you tell the two girls before attempting to walk towards the train station.

“Sorry! We don't mean to seem rude. We're just curious if you know if Han Jisung lives here?? He's from Stray Kids!” The first girl speaks up again, both of them following you.

Your heart pounds quickly in your chest as you glance back at the apartment building. “I don't know if he does or not. Like I said, I don't live here. I'm just visiting a family member,” you lie to them, providing an apologetic smile.

“Damn, okay, sorry for bothering you,” they apologize and start to walk away. You watch the two of them, hearing part of their conversation on how they were sure that Jisung lives here.

Your heart rate begins to calm down as you start to walk towards the train station again. That was pretty close… You think to yourself, starting to get into your head. What would've happened if he walked me out? You continue to think while walking, stuffing your hands into your pockets.

The two of you haven't been dating for very long, and you're not going to lie, this interaction has you shook. You've seen what fan bases do to idols and their partners when they are public, hence why your relationship isn't.

You're glad that the train ride back to your place isn't too long, maybe twenty minutes max. Once you're safely in your apartment, you text Jisung that you made it home safely, leaving out the part of the two girls who stopped you.

Your phone vibrates when you settle into your bedroom, sitting on the edge of your bed.

From: Jisungie 🩷

I'm glad you made it home safely! I still wish you let me drive you back, but as long as you're home now 🥰

Your heart flutters at his text, pouting a little bit before typing a reply.

To: Jisungie 🩷

Baby, you don't even drive 😭 Minho would have driven us, but it's okay!! I had a good time tonight! I'll text you tomorrow, okay?? Good night 🥰

Jisung stares at the text from you, his brows furrowed a bit at the last part of it. “Going to bed already?” He mutters to himself, checking the time. “It's only ten.”

Minho stands in Jisung's doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. “What's the matter?” He asks him, coming into the room.

“I'm not sure. We usually text into the early hours of the morning, but not tonight, I guess,” he mentions, turning his head to look at his hyung. “I'm trying not to overthink this but–”

Minho pats the younger member’s head before ruffling his hair slightly. Jisung whines, pushing Minho's hand away from him. “I'm sure everything is okay, Ji. Try not to get into your head too much,” Minho reassures him before walking back out of his bedroom.

Jisung glances down at his phone, seeing the two of you on his home screen. His heart skips in his chest, hoping that this is all in his head.

He pulls up your text conversation again, sending one last message.

From: Jisungie 🩷

Sweet dreams, baby 🩷

~

It's been a few days since you've seen Jisung. The interaction you had with a couple of fans still weighs heavy on your mind. You've hardly texted him, and a part of you wonders if he's noticed.

You run a hand through your hair, taking a deep breath before hearing your phone begin to ring. You peek over at the device, seeing Jisung calling you. You chew at your bottom lip for a hot second before deciding to pick it up.

“Hi, Ji,” you say with a smile.

“Hi, my baby. Are you busy??” Jisung asks you, and you're not going to lie, you missed hearing his voice.

You hum in response, thinking about what you've got going on today, which is nothing. “I am not! Do you wanna come over?” You ask him with a giggle, glancing down at the floor.

“Ugh, I wish I could. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come by the company?? I have a schedule until late, and I was thinking we could have dinner?” Jisung mentions an idea to you, and the smile on your lips falters a bit.

“At JYPE?” You mutter, already feeling nervous about fans.

Jisung notices the change in tone, and he quickly tries to reassure you. “Yeah, yeah. Uhm, I can send someone to pick you up if you want.” You stay silent, thinking about it deeply. “Maybe I shouldn't have asked you that. It's just… recently, you've been pretty distant, and I miss you.”

Your chest clenches, chewing on your bottom lip. “I'm sorry, baby. I miss you too, truly. Uhm, send me what you want to eat, and I can pick it up head over?” You decide to go with the idea, hating the fact that you're making him worried.

“I can get something delivered when you get here. Just come straight here. I'll meet you in the lobby, okay?”

You agree before bidding each other goodbye. You set your phone down on the bed and take a deep breath. You can do this. You slip on your shoes, grabbing your wallet and house keys before leaving your apartment.

After a twenty minute taxi ride, the vehicle pulls up to the JYP building. You thank the driver before exiting the taxi, shutting the door behind you. You can see a few groups of people standing around the building, and you decide to scroll through one of your social media apps while you walk up to the building.

Your heart is racing in your chest as you hear bits and pieces of their conversations while you pass by. Luckily, none of them are Stray Kids related. Just as you're about to get to the front door, you hear a familiar voice.

“Hey! You're the girl from the other day!” Your blood runs cold as the same two girls run up to you. “Do you work here??”

You laugh awkwardly and shake your head no. “No, God, no. If you'll excuse me,” you attempt to push forward, not wanting to be anywhere near them anymore.

“Wait! We just wanna–” their voices get cut off as you quickly walk through the front doors. Security stands on the other side, and you provide the worker a kind smile.

“Hi, I'm here to see Han Jisung,” you mention while looking around, seeing your boyfriend sitting off to the side. “He's right there.”

Jisung looks up once he hears your voice, a large grin appearing on his lips. “You're here!” He says excitingly, getting up from his seat.

The security guard lets you through, and you quickly walk over to Jisung. You grab his hand, tugging him away from the lobby, not knowing if the two girls are still trying to peek around.

“You okay?” He asks you, squeezing your hand gently.

You nod your head, turning to look at him. “I'm okay, Ji,” you reassure him, the two of you standing in front of the elevators.

He presses the button, and the doors open up instantly. You step inside first, and he follows, pressing another button before the doors close. You subconsciously release a deep breath, leaning back against the wall.

Jisung keeps an eye on you, feeling a bit nervous about how you're acting. Once the elevator opens again, you two step out hand-in-hand. He leads you to the recording studio they're using, punching in a quick code before allowing you to enter first.

A part of you is relieved at the sight of no one else. You sit down on the couch, tucking a leg under the other. Jisung sits down beside you, slowly reaching for your hand.

“What's going on, baby?” Jisung asks again, and you avoid making any eye contact with him. “Are… you're not breaking up with me, are you?”

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you lift your head up, his dark eyes becoming a little glossy. “I don't want to break up with you,” you say to him, squeezing his hand. “I just– okay, so you know the night we hung out at your place?”

“Yeah, you didn't stay up to text me into the early hours of morning like you normally do,” he mumbles, his fingers playing with yours.

“Two girls stopped me outside the building that night,” you start off, clearing your throat a bit. “And, they asked me if you lived there. I obviously told them that you didn't, but just the thought of sasaengs finding out about us has me a little scared recently.”

Jisung's eyes grow wide, and he takes both of your hands into his. “Baby, why didn't you say something to me? I could've helped you shoulder all of this,” he sighs, bringing your hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss on them. “I know going public is scary. A part of me should've realized that bringing you to mine wasn't a smart idea, but I'm part of paboracha for a reason.”

You giggle a little bit before meeting his gaze. “I ran into them again outside,” you whisper to him, biting the inside of your lip. “And, I think that maybe we should take a break from hanging out…”

The small smile on Jisung's lips drops, and he scoots closer to you. “No, I– I don't want to do that. There can be another way for us to see each other and be together in secret,” he mumbles, feeling himself begin to panic.

Jisung leans his forehead on yours, his fingers tightly gripping yours. “Jisung–”

He swiftly captures your lips in a kiss, cutting you off. Your eyes flutter shut, and you pull back a few seconds later. “We shouldn't be doing this,” you whisper to him, gliding your thumb across the back of his hand.

He brings you in for another kiss, making this one more passionate. Your head begins to spin, moving your lips against his. Jisung breaks away, bringing one of his hands to your cheek.

“Tell me to stop then,” Jisung whispers against your mouth.

“That's unfair,” you mumble, chucking slightly.

He takes your face in his hands before gently kissing your forehead. “What's unfair is that you're taking my baby away from me. My baby, who makes me such a happy man,” Jisung tells you softly, his thumbs stroking your cheeks.

Your heart pounds against your chest, feeling yourself fall deeper for him. “Maybe I was wrong about putting distance between us,” you mention, hating the thought of spending less time together.

“I'll protect you at all costs.”

~

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[meimei-archives]

I loveee boxer rafe i definitely think it should turn into a series 🫢🫢

Imagine since there relationship is such a secret one of rafe opponents see y/n but knows she works for Rafe and wants to ask her out which leads to a jealous Rafe.

Or another one when they go out they can’t be all over eachother but girls sometimes try to flirt with him but he dose not even pay attention and y/n takes him to the bathroom

BODY PARTY PT3!:: Rafe cameron

WARNING! :: boxer!rafe, mentions of drug & alcohol use, rejection, jealous!manager!reader, rough sex, oral, hair pulling, unprotected sex, dacryphilia.

SUMMARY! :: with Rafe winning his belt more than ever riding on the high of his new popularity he’s been advised to go to more outings. But with popularity comes desperate groupies…and you don’t like that at all.

You didn’t hate parties. Everybody’s having fun, and drinking getting equally fucked up as the next person and no one could judge. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t hate parties in the Hills because of how coked out everyone got, or how sloshed some famous people were and they’d hang all over others they had just met for the first time.

It isn’t as bad depending on who you are. But when you had told Rafe that he had to start networking and getting to know other people while he’s on the uprise and gaining more and more popularity with people of high status who watch boxing and knows his stats and resume that bet on him; well…Rafe wasn’t exactly the happiest about it.

He liked to do his own thing. It was one thing to throw a party for you and your friends, and it was a completely different thing to be invited to yacht parties and be put in an environment where you only know maybe a handful of people. But Rafe appreciated you a bit more when you decided that you’d be his secret plus one, not exactly standing to him but not too far to make sure he doesn’t get himself in trouble.

And in trouble he could have been.

Rafe sat on a couch with a cigarette as he talked to a pretty popular kick boxer, your eyes latch onto him as waves of girls sit around them listening to them chat, it was like watching a club scene in jersey shore. All the girls watch on looking around and mumbling to each other hoping one of them would get picked. All of them looking like they just stepped off a runway.

And at first it didn’t bother you, you sat against a wall talking with Ruthie, Toppers on again off again model girlfriend. Though you never dwell much on her presence due to her nasty attitude as she spews on and on about how she was trying to get back in her right now ex’s good graces after being seen out with an actor. But you were barely even listening because the second she opened her mouth a tall brunette girl sat next to Rafe and placed a hand on his bicep and to anyone else it might have been off handed and just casual.

But you were a woman with eyes…and you’ve fucked Rafe before so you know what brushing against someone and holding onto them meant and you didn’t like it one bit. You press your cup to your mouth as you eye her the nasty feeling that boiled in the pit of your stomach twists but you ignore it as you swallow the warm liquor that burns your throat.

“Are you good? You do realize you don’t have to watch everything Rafe does?” Ruthie pipes up snapping you out of your trance with a sharp look in your eyes “I’m fine. I just don’t want Rafe to do anything that’ll get him thrown under the bus” you shrug as you sink further back into your seat.

“He’s a grown man, and a public figure…so sooner or later you’re gonna run into an issue with beating the ladies off with a stick” she laughs as she takes a hit of her vape that once sat in her lap blowing back what you assume is a minty flavor that hits your face that makes you glare at her through the corner of your eyes.

Before sighing “I know, and it’s not even the fact that he’s getting a taste of the life it’s just…” you want to say that you’d knock the girls head off her shoulders if she kept trying it but you don’t, because you know it’s more blow back on you than anyone so you sigh and roll your eyes “think of it from my perspective; Rafe is this hot guy and everyone on the internet is jumping down his throat and thirsting over him, if he’s caught out and about with some groupie, I have to clean it up. And I don’t want his downfall to be some stupid one night stand with girl who can’t wait to tell her friends she slept with thee Rafe Cameron at stupid party in the hills” you groan, and although you could more or less a good excuse even if you weren’t involved with Rafe.

“Okay, that’s fair…but you’ve been managing Rafe since he was 18?” She shrugs “I’m sure you’ve dealt with a groupie or two in your time” she laughs it off making you laugh with a slight disgusted scrunch to your face “not really, no. Rafe hasn’t been girlfriend oriented since he left the outer banks, he’s been locked in on work. And I think with this new wave of like attention he’s realizing more than ever there is more to him than just boxing. I don’t want to ruin it for him” you whine and makes Ruthie groan.

“You are so caught up in Rafe world that you don’t even worry about yourself. When was the last time you had sex?” Which makes you snap your head towards her instinctively before playing it off with a faux offended look “I’ll have you know I have had plenty of sex…in my life” you trail off in embarrassment and it makes Ruthie snicker as she points over to Rafe “well it’s looking like neither of you are getting laid tonight” with a smirk as she watches ahead.

Rafe grabbed the girls wrist and placed it in her lap carefully and it makes you narrow your eyes to read his lips in the dimly lit room as the girl slightly cowers back in embarrassment with a sower look on her face, and from what you can gather Rafe’s lips read “thank you, but no” and you fight the urge to smirk against the small bit of the drink in your cup as you toss it back swallowing harshly.

As if Rafe could feel your eyes on him they move from the bored and uninterested look to your eyes softening which earns a small wave in return. You stand abruptly making Ruthie turn to you “where are you off to? Going to break it up?” She asks almost amused to see the pretty girl with a frown on her lips but you shake your head “going to get a refill” you shoot her a small smile. For some reason although you could blame the strong liquor you could say Ruthie isn’t that bad…but you’ve known Ruthie for a while and you also know she’s equally annoying as any other groupie even after she made girlfriend status so you don’t think too much about it.

The kitchen was vintage styled and you liked it, as you skim through the various liquor options and settling on one as you pop the cap off when the sound of heavy footsteps come close and stop in next to you making you look over your shoulder to be met with Rafe. “Hey” his voice quiet as if he was walking on eggshells around you. Though he has no reason to be in your eyes, the two of you are sleeping together and have yet to talk about your relationship and the label behind it.

You couldn’t act like a jealous girlfriend if you weren’t even together, right? “Hey” you respond as you turn back to your cup and pour your drink. “No model?” You ask although it doesn’t come out how you planned it to be sounding more annoyed than anything which makes Rafe tense. “Nah…no model” he responds trying to lighten the mood before his fingers brush against the bottom of your skirt tugging it a bit as if he were a kid in a store holding onto his mother.

“Are you mad?” He asks lowly and it makes your brows furrow as you close the bottle and look over at him “should I be?” You were really walking on a thin rope right now, people were scattered around the kitchen and you couldn’t really tell why you had this weird feeling like everyone was watching, but you didn’t look away from him. “No…I just-” he sighs as if he was guilty of something, but you knew better.

“Come on” you mumbled as you walk past the many people gathered for beer pong in a corner, you walk down the dark hallway and up the stairs as the loud music had become distant. Picking one of many rooms to talk in, the bathroom a bit spacious he closes the door behind you both and locking it before turning to see you looking at yourself in the mirror fixing up your hair and wiping away the small smudge of lipstick on the corner of your mouth.

“Please don’t be mad?” It was as if he was convinced you were angry and distant as the buzz of a few beers starts to kick in, he walks closer to your pressing your back to his chest and wrapping the buff arms around your waist. The feeling of his warm breath and body heat against you makes you slightly tense and it makes the blonde frown. “I’m sorry” he mumbled against your skin and it makes you sigh, you hated that Rafe was apologizing to you for something when he did nothing wrong.

“I’m not mad at you, stop saying sorry” you say softly and it makes his blue eyes glossed over meet yours through the mirror “what’dya mean?” He blinks slowly and it makes you turn around to face him. “I like you Rafe, and we have sex…a lot, but, I’m not your girlfriend” you shake your head watching his face as his eye slightly twitches at your words. “I don’t have a right to be jealous or be mad at you, I don’t like the idea of you with other girls but…what you decide to do with them is out of my control at that point” with a shrug and a sad smile that makes Rafe’s frown deepen.

“I don’t want them. That’s something you don’t have to worry about. I came here with you. I don’t care if we’re in the same room on different sides or if you’re across the country. I like you, and I told you that the night we first had sex. I’m not going to do anything to break my word on that, I’m not that type of person” he gripped onto the hem of your skirt like once before tightly with an intense look in his eyes.

“That’s why I told that girl no thanks. After you walked off she asked me why, and I told her it’s because I’m interested in someone else and I can’t ruin it” he whispered and his voice is so vulnerable. “You’re not ruining anything, I am. I was just so jealous that while some model, actress, whoever gets to hit on you and be all up under you and I can barely stand next to you for too long. And I really hate the fact that she touched you” your face could turn blue with the list of insecurities you had in this situation but you didn’t want to make it a bigger deal.

“You were jealous? You have nothing to be jealous of. I don’t know them, and I don’t want them. Why would I go and fuck up a good situation with you for one night with someone I don’t care about?” He looks at you and it makes you look down at your shoes in embarrassment. “Look at me” Rafe was rather stoic around others, standoffish to most, but when it was the two of you it felt like all vulnerability and emotions were easily brought out to the forefront.

“Baby, please look at me” he sounded as if he were begging and you hated it, yet you reluctantly look up at him with a small frown “I want you. I said it and I’m not going back on it” he whispered and it makes a wave of reliefs wash over your once heavy bones you nod and cup his cheek pressing a soft kiss to his lips “I almost knocked her head off her shoulders” you mumble against his mouth and it makes him snicker in return.

“Yeah? I bet you would’ve, I can’t believe you watched me tell her no and still got jealous” his tone very lighthearted and it makes you press your face into his chest a groan out of embarrassment. “Let me show you how much I want you” he whispered as his hands rub against your back and it makes you look up at him with an unreadable expression as you watch him.

The few seconds that pass felt like forever in the moment "So what's stopping you from doing it?" you said with a flirtatious tone. His brows lift at your words, you cock your head to the side questioning him. His arms tighten around your waist as his eyes look into yours "is this what you wanted?" your hands find their way to his shoulder, your fingers caressing his short blonde tresses on the back of his neck. "I think i want a little bit more than this" your faces gravitate like magnets until your warm breath is on his face.

Gripping at your waist Rafe pulls you closer until your chests touch "yeah?" he asks snarkily, narrowing his eyes "mhm" you hum nodding as your faces lean closer and closer until the tips of your noses brush against each other. You let your eyes flutter shut out of instinct, closing the distance between the both of you. His soft lips trace yours as the sound of lips smacking against each other becomes the only sound in the bathroom.

You felt dizzy at the mere feeling of his lips on your and the smell of his cologne engulfs you sending raw shivers down your spine. The kiss becomes sloppy and wet, you feel Rafe bite your bottom lip making you gasp, letting his tongue push past your lips into your warm cavern, his tongue brushing over yours, you suck on his tongue as he lets out a small groan.

Rafe has never gotten hard so easily before, but something about the way you kissed him and pulled him closer by the back of his neck had quickly let a tent in his jeans grow. His hands slipping from your waist to your ass with a squeeze you let out a moan against his lips. Pulling away Rafe finally let out a small curse "fuck" he says looking at how your lip gloss was now smeared and some on his lips.

Rafe began to gently push you against the counter, the feeling of the back of your thighs gently touching it "can i take your shirt off?" he asks in a low tone, you almost eagerly nod your head with approval.his hands find themselves pulling the hem of your shirt over your head revealing you in a bra, dropping the shirt onto the tiled floors Rafe's eyes darken seeing your chest being held in the pretty lace bra with a bow attached to it like his own personal gift.

Who would've knew that Rafe would be in the bathroom of a random party and almost at second base with his manager that he never really had hooking up with for a two and a half months now, i mean yeah sure Rafe always thought you were pretty cute, but he never would've suspected that his cute manager would be in a bathroom during a party with no shirt on looking at him like she was ready to suck him dry.

As your lips pull away from his you began to kiss down his neck, you were looking for his sweet spot, once your lips found a cute small mole on his neck you give it a small chaste kiss he groaned making you smile and began to leave a hickey, sucking on his skin making him huff out a hushed moan. Rafe's hand finds its way into your hair entangling his fingers with the strands. "Do you always get turned on by jealousy?" you ask whispering against his neck, he lets his head fall back while his adams apple moves when he tries to swallow his saliva, he nods "no, but it’s you and I just can’t help it." he asks, oh the way his sultry voice did things to you, you only hum and nod as you move from his cute spot and continue down to his collarbone.

You let your hand slither under his shirt touching his warm skin practically setting it ablaze, his lower abdomen flexing at the feeling of your nails teasingly dragging against his sensitive skin. He barely even touched you and he can't get enough. Your hand gently pushing him back to give space between the counter, dropping to your knees and looking up at him through your long thick lashes with doe eyes.

Rafe could just cum in his pants at the view of you down on your knees for him. Your hand rubbing against the bulge in his blonde jeans making Rafe groan and let his hand grab the button on his jeans tugging it open and pulling down his zipper for you to see his boxers peeking through. Your hand tugs at the waistband.

"Gonna put that pretty mouth of yours to good use?" He asked as his hand pats the top of your soft hair, you nod looking up at him with evilly innocent eyes. Pulling his pants over his thighs and down to his ankles you could see the precum leaking through his underwear, your index finger rubbing the spot making the man above groan in sensitivity. You palm him one more time before your fingers dig under his waistband and begin pulling it down, seeing what is past his v-line.

You see his hard dick springing past the fabric his tip was blushed and sticky with precum, you could feel yourself salivating at the thought of taking him down your throat. you wet the palm of your hands with your tongue before taking his dick into your fist, slowly jerking and teasing the tip with your thumb. Your other hand resting on his thigh you feel him twitch the squelching sound of your spit and precum rubbing against his dick makes your thighs clench.

Puckering your lips you press small kisses and his base and up his shaft until you reach his blushed tip, licking a stripe of saliva against his slit had his thighs quiver "fuck" he groaned feeling your lips envelope his tip slowly taking him in your warm mouth,your hand still at his base jerking him off Rafe closes his eyes as his hand pushes your head down furthe.

Flattening your tongue against the underside of his dick you dragged up against the vein running up to the tip— he let out a rich moan that ended with a groan "shit". His head was thrown back and his breathing was labored. you rubbed your thighs together as that incessant warmth between your legs became stronger and stronger.

You could feel the tip nudge the back of your throat while your nose was nestled tightly against his pubic bone. While your eyes were closed tight to focus on relaxing your gag reflex to not ruin the tight feeling for him. Rafe let his hand guide your head to bob while you hollow your cheeks, Rafe was losing his mind at the feeling.

Breathing through your nose you could barely breath as Rafe bucked his hips into your mouth losing himself in the feeling of your warm mouth. Spitting on his tip you use your tongue to spread it, earning a moan as his pats become tugs when your lips wrap around his and you push your head down relaxing your throat you feel tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

Pushing your head down further you relax your throat taking him deeper until your nose hits his pelvis. Tears cloud your eyes as you almost gag, pulling your head back just a bit you take a deep breath through your nose and begin to bob your head.

You moan as you feel him buck his hips into your throat. "Feels good," he said as you continued to take him in your mouth slurping and bobbing your head, all without hands you were heaven-sent."Fuck- y/n you're so good, don't fucking stop" he cursed while moaned out, you speed up your pace as his balls were greeted with a squeeze from your hand. He was approaching his orgasm as his hips buck into your throat relentlessly you gag with each thrust. Tears spilled past your lashes and down your saliva-covered cheeks.

The groans made your pussy ache so you clenched your thighs closed. Sounds of groans buzzing in his chest you couldn't help but let out gargles gags and moans at the tall man above you tears pricked your eyes again but you blink them away and continue taking him. He felt so good your warm and wet mouth was doing it but when you hollow your cheeks. Your hand that was at his base continued to move leaving him to buck his hips into your warm and wet cavern.

You gag as he repeatedly lets his tip meet the back of your throat yet you never pull away. "You take it so fucking- good" he slurs feeling himself twitch, your moans muffled sending vibrations to his dick making him shutter and his orgasm approach. "I'm gonna cum!" He moaned as he thrusts one final time before he pushes your head down, cumming down your throat.

Pulling your head away Rafe looked down at your kneeling figure seeing your spit mixed with his cum on your cheeks, chin and lips, your breathing was in shambles as you cleared your throat letting your hand touch your jaw that had been aching. Rafe's eyes darken looking at you and wiped away all the fluids on your face. You stand up from the floor feeling the ache in your knees. Pulling his shirt over his head letting himself strip off any more clothes on him.

Dropping the piece of clothing and ridding you of the rest of your clothes that are in the way, all except your skirt. His hands continue to explore your body being a bit more than aggressive before, back into your position from before, Rafe's lips clashing with yours and his hands gripping the fat of your ass, you could feel your thighs becoming sticky with slick that built up from the lust. Pulling away from the rough kiss pulling your forearm in a tight grip, your hips are pushed into the counter, you were met with the view of your mascara running and hair messy from Rafe pulling and tugging at your tresses.

His palms holding your bare breasts needing them in his hands, you let out a small whimper, you felt his dick poking at the back of your thigh as he kissed at your neck marking you with purple and red splotched hickeys that were determined to bruise over as the minutes pass slowly. Your back arched as your ass pressed against him, your hands grip at the marble counter "please just fuck me" you whisper needily. Rafe bites his lips as the sound of your desperate voice resides in his ears. Nodding he grabs the base of his dick letting his tip rub against your slit teasingly as he groans feeling the way you were soaked, his hand grabbing at

Your ass squeezing, seeing your pussy glistening jerking himself off at the sight still in sight of your pretty pussy on display. His tip presses against your entrance feeling him push his tip in, the stretch makes the both of you wince. The burning feeling gives a sort of pleasure as he lets his shaft sink deeper into your rigid walls.

His hands grab onto your waist as he slowly begins to thrust "You're so tight, I would've thought you were a virgin if we hadn’t fucked so much" he whispers harshly as he shuts his eyes letting the sweet feeling of you wrapped around him. Your moans coming out soft, as your back arches, Rafe lifting your skirt over your ass to gain leverage over you pulling it back so your hips meet his.

The sound of your pussy squelching makes you clench around him moaning lowly. Your moans were weak and it made Rafe want to hear you, even more, he wanted everyone to hear you. His hips began to push harder into you making you moan louder in huffs. Your chest is bouncing.

"Fuck- Rafe you feel so good" you slur as the sounds coming from your lips make it hard for the boy to choke back his moans his hand leaving your waist to your neck putting little pressure as he pulls your back to his firm chest. You let your hips bounce in his lap with every roll of his hips as the sound of skin against skin resides in the air. Your eyes were closed as you fuck yourself on his dick and you were just overwhelmed with pleasure while hearing his moans in your ear.

"So now you know that I don’t want anyone else other than you right?" he asked teasingly as he continuously pounds into you. Letting go of the fabric of your skirt Rafe grabs a hold of your throat forcing you to open your eyes out of shock you seeing the way Rafe's hands touched your body made you moan loudly, Your hand falling off the counter top you slip your fingers between your thighs to rub your clit.

The wet and sloppy sounds echo in the bathroom halls as your breathing becomes shallow from the pressure around your throat. Whimpering at his dirty words "I asked you a question" he grunted as his pace became brutal and almost bruising. The feeling of your orgasm churning in the pit of your stomach makes your moans become short "i'm close, please don't stop" you beg feeling his tip rub against a spot that made your eyes roll back.

was hitting spots nobody had never even touched before when you had sex that made you slur out whines as your hand falls from between your thighs. "right there! Please don't fucking stop" you moan letting your eyes roll back at the feeling of his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly with each hard thrust.

Pushing your back against his chest Rafe could hear the harsh sound of skin on skin and immediately felt himself tipping over the edge at the feeling "right here? Does it feel good like this?" He moaned breathily as he practically shivered at the feeling of your pussy clenching down on him harder.

You nod eagerly as you feel the same pressure at the pit of your stomach "touch yourself for me" he groaned tossing his back, you let your hand slip between your spread legs that jiggled with each hard deep thrust as your middle and ring finger rub small circles on your clit.

You whine as Rafe lets out a string of moans continuously pounding into you. You let your head fall back on his shoulder as you moan his name loudly, the feeling of your orgasm approaching vastly you lift your head "I'm gonna cum" you say as your lungs burn. "Wait. I'm close too" he ordered and you listened, you tried hard to hold your orgasm and it wasn't until you felt Rafe start twitching inside your spasming walls had you decided to move your hips against his speeding up the pace as you were crying out for your orgasm.

thick pearl spurts painting the inside of your walls. You feel full and warm, you bite your swollen lips. Lazily bucking his hips into you Rafe fucking his cum deeper inside until he felt overstimulation creep up on him. Your legs are shaking yet you didn't care. "You can give me one more right?" he asks, cooing at your quivering hips. Your hands shaking to grab at his hand that was on your throat, "yes" you moan as you bounce your hips chasing one more orgasm.

Rafe feels his hips involuntarily buck with overstimulation as he curses under his breath "fuck, fuck, fuck, how are you still so tight?" he moans letting his head fall into your shoulder losing himself. His hand falls from your throat and grabs at the fabric of your skirt again tighter. Watching the way your ass bounced on his dick while a white ring of your cum mixed with his formed around his base.

Your breathing is shaky as the pressure in the pit of your stomach becomes more tight "im gonna cum ag-again" you slur as you feel Rafe pound you mercilessly. You knew that you were wrecked as you were met with the view in the mirror shakily being fucked while Rafe felt a wave of ecstacy as you clench around him "fuck" he let out a gutteral moan as you both cum. His thrusts finally slow down as another warm load of cum fills your overstimulated pussy.

Your legs were weak and your thighs were sore, Rafe softened inside you pulling out slowly watching as his cum dripped from your pussy, he felt himself twitch at the sight. Letting go of your skirt Rafe finds a rag on the rack of essentials that sat next to the sink "lets you cleaned up and i can give you a ride home" he says as he turns on the faucet soaking the ragged fabric in warm water and ringing it before wiping you clean.

Your thighs shake as you stand still, or at least try to. "Okay" you answer him nodding. Tossing the rag into a hamper that was in the corner of the bathroom he began to pick up both of your clothes and put them back on you and him. Just as Rafe pulls your shirt over your head and fixes your hair he gently kisses your lips as his hand grips your chin "maybe i can actually take you on a date instead of fucking you at a party sometime soon?" he asks but it's less of a question and more of a suggestion. You play a bit clueless acting as if you were thinking hard “ill see if I can make time, I have this client who won’t be so happy though”

“Really?” He asks his tone faux curious “yeah, he really likes to beat guys up, so…you might wanna steer clear” you shrug and it makes him chuckle as he pulls you into his chest “shut up” he mumbled pressing one more kiss to your lips.

[mari-the-bimbo]

i feel asleep on my phone tryna marathon dorm mate sukuna and the literal first thing i did when i woke up was to finish it all! girl you just made a drug.

more dorm mate sukuna i beeeg you!

Dorm mate Sukuna: your part time job

A/N: STOPPP that’s so sweet! I’m happy to fuel your new addiction 🤭 I know this is nothing to do with what you requested but I had a funny thought about part time jobs so I indulged in my own silly thoughts lol enjoy! <3

Now being a uni student isn’t all sunflowers and daisies. You got to work part time to earn that extra money.

And now you made Sukuna mad because how many times does he have to tell you you don’t need to work?! “Why work when I told you I’ll buy you anything you want?” He says, grumbling when he realises how much of a simp he sounds like.

But hey, your money is your money and his money is also your money right? ;)

Sukuna definitely drives you to work. Right in front of the store too. He’s not letting his precious girl out in the ghetto like that.

But as you say your goodbyes and try to open the car door, you find it’s locked. “Kuna? Open the door”

“No” he says, taking a puff on his cigarette, his muscular tatted arm sticking out the window so the smoke doesn’t go into your face.

“What do you mean no? Open the door Suk-“

He grabs your chin with his other arm and looks at you unimpressed. “Why do you have the fucking audacity to leave when you haven’t given me a kiss huh?” He says, completely serious and pissed off.

But you can’t help but let out the laugh you’ve been holding in, you lean into his big rough hands as you continue to giggle. And he tries his best to keep his straight face but it’s kinda hard when you’re being so fucking cute and kissable.

He gives in to his impulsive thoughts as he stroked your rosy cheeks with his thumb.

“Silly girl” he says with a lovesick grin as he grabs your face and roughly presses a kiss to your lips. You kiss him back with a hum, unable to get enough of your overprotective perv boyfriend.

“You love me so much don’t you” you tease as you pull away. He shakes his head in annoyance but he fails to hide the amused smile on his face.

“Get out you rat” he says playfully as he unlocks the door and you finally leave with an evil laugh.

He doesn’t stop there though, he’ll turn up after your shift ends, casually placing your favourite drink on the counter while a cigarette hangs from the corner of his mouth. “hurry up doll”.

He’ll be glaring down your 41 yr old colleague who is your sworn enemy, and no, he won’t hesitate to kick her bad leg if she tries to tell you how to do your job again 🫢

He’ll sit down manspread across a chair and table as he waits for you in silence, his lazy red eyes admiring you from a distance while puffing his smoke. And although you think it’s the cutest thing in the world, your colleagues can’t help but stare in fear at the pink haired thug, who just sits there, ‘menacingly’ according to them.

Finally once you’re ready to leave, he’ll stand up and silently offer his muscular arm, a hint for you to wrap your hands around his arm. And once you finally do, he happily takes his sweet girl back to the dorm.

“C’mon little one, you got another night shift with me now” he teases, making your ears burn in embarrassment as you watch everyone’s jaw drop.

[ssahotchnerr]

Hi Katie!!! Have an Ellie thought for you. Hc that she has eyes bigger than her stomach and whenever they go out to eat, no matter how many times you and Aaron try to convince her to get an Ellie sized plate of food, she wants what she wants and obv Aaron is a pushover so what she wants she gets 😭✋🏻 but invariably, whenever she does this, she doesn’t wanna finish her plate bc it was too much food after all HOWEVER she is sneaky and knows if she admits that it’s too much food then her parents will have been right 🙄 so she always tries to play it off by offering it like she’s sharing and doing something kind. (“Daddy, do you wanna try a piece of my French toast?” and then proceeding to keep ‘letting him have some’ when he admits it’s good. When he puts his foot down and says he’s not gonna have anymore then she starts offering to you and Jack) you guys know 100% exactly what she’s doing bc you weren’t born yesterday but you just let it slide 😭. Hope you have a good weekend love!

STOP that's so cute 😭 cw fem!reader, mentions of food

it's when ellie starts getting bored of the kid menu this starts happening: jack has started ordering off the main menu, that's what you and aaron order from. she's like 8 or 9 when this starts, and she's in the phase where she wants to be 'more grown' - she feels left out or still the 'baby', even though she is a big sister at this point 🫢

hehe when you all sit down at the table, she starts by looking at the kid menu. but when jack and aaron start chattering on what they're getting, she's completely uninterested in it. the kid menu's sole purpose now is that she and aaron play the little games on it - tic tac toe, maze, crossword - while waiting for the food to arrive 🥹

ellie turns to aaron and says, "daddy can i pleaseeee order off the grown up menu 🥺" and to be fair, he does his best to get her to order from the kid menu, reminding her of the manyyy times she's hasn't been able to eat her full meal, how it's a lot of food, this is more ellie sized. but she just continues to protest - "no it's not!! i promise i'll eat all of it."

finally aaron surrenders - he begins scanning the menu again and asks her, "what would you even order?" and that signals ellie's win right there 😭🤭

hehe you shoot aaron a knowing look (with the newest hotchner cradled in your arms 🥰 !!!!) - like the two of you know how this is going to end, but aaron just shrugs 😭🥺 you teasingly mumble 'pushover' with a smirk and now it's aaron's turn to give you a look 🙄🥰🥰

so when food arrives - aaron sees her face go o.O when the plate is set in front of her. she does however start strong - but she finishes almost half when she's full and doesn't want any more 😭

ellie knows her parents were right 🙄 but will she admit it? absolutely not 😭 so she falls silent, moving her food around her plate with her fork, before she pulls the utmost sweetest expression and turns to aaron, asking if he wants a bite :D

of course aaron obliges, and ellie's gleefully putting as much of her food on her plate as she can before he can stop her LOL

after aaron confirms it's good, is when she turns to you and jack and asks if you two want some as well!!!!! hehe she's sooo subtly sneaky, and just everyone has that soft spot for her, so she frequently gets her way (in variation of course 😭) she's just so darn cute and the sweetest kid ever so it's hard to say no - anyone would do anything to make her happy 🥺

another tactic she uses - she gets veryyyy talkative when she's full. so she's "too busy to eat", and it mainly distracts the two of you from noticing how much is on her plate. (although there are times where the both of you are like, "eleanor 🤨 eat your food please.") but soon enough, the server is bringing the check over and there's still on ton left on her plate. darn!!!! 🙄🤭

and at least aaron can justify letting her because anything she doesn't eat 😭 you can simply take home and she can finish later - so it'll never be a waste of money. or he could even bring it to work and have it for lunch if she doesn't want it. in addition, a lot of the time the family goes out to eat after one of her soccer games, or one of her dance things, so she is quite hungry. but in the end, her eyes are just always way too big for her stomach 😭

[jonquilyst]

Day 31 - Challenge Day (Part 1)

Welcome to Strangerville, friends! Things have been pretty strange around here lately, which is why we're here!

See that strange purple cloud over there? Yea, it's a giant cloud of toxic spores originating from from a secret lab, which is where our challenge is taking place! (We may or may not already know the source of the toxic spores and "revived" it so the contestants could vanquish it again 🫢)

It's toxic all around the lab, so our contestants will need to wear these ugly, bulky hazmat suits incompatible with Estrello and Elio's eyelashes for the entirety of the challenge!

The task of today's challenge is simple, though it will be difficult to achieve: defeat the source of the toxic spores. The contestant who delivers the last spray to that source will win invincibility and first class!

A special aspect that is coming with this challenge is that this challenge needs a leader who will prepare to fight the source and make sure everyone else is ready too, and guess what? That leader has already been chosen! I have decided that whoever won invincibility last challenge will also be in charge of leading the mission of this challenge! Which means... Estrello is our leader!

Today's Confessional: Estrello Pyre

"So, I make it to the super-dangerous challenge of the season and I have to lead it? Oh god... I don't know whether I should be excited or terrified. I think I'm more terrified..."

It's time to begin! Estrello has been granted a special keycard that grants access to the secret lab. He uses it and navigates the contestants through the spore-filled hallways!

Estrello attempts to keep calm by playing games on his phone. Eventually, the contestants reach the deepest part of the lab and find the source of the toxic spores: the Mother Plant! Estrello's fears are renewed as he looks at the giant beast.

As the challenge leader, Estrello is in charge with making sure everyone is prepared to fight the Mother Plant, so he begins making vaccines with the supplies TDS has generously give him! While he makes the vaccines, the rest of the crew take in the bizarre treasures of the Mother Plant.

Nite foolishly forgot to use the bathroom before getting off the plane, so of course, she ended up peeing herself. When she went back up to the surface to clean herself up though, she was shocked to find strange plants emerging from the sink! This is a strange place indeed...

Estrello finished making the vaccines and (magically) administers it to himself before splashing the rest of the doses onto the others!

With everyone vaccinated and prepared, that means there's only one thing left to do: fight the Mother Plant! Stay tuned 😉

@paracosmic-sims @hellogreta @invisiblequeen @kissalopa

[sluttywonwoo]

congrats on 12k <3

minghao with the prompt “you look good with my hand around your throat” 🫢

minghao grins as the bottle slows to a stop, its neck pointing right at him.

“alright, hao, truth or dare?” soonyoung asks.

everyone in the circle turns their attention toward the man in question in anticipation of his decision.

it was the second time the bottle hand landed on minghao tonight and the first time he had chosen truth.

“what’s your biggest kink?” chan had asked him.

“um, probably choking,” was minghao’s answer.

there were a couple of whistles and inappropriate comments but no one seemed fazed by his admission. no one except for you, that is.

heat rushed to your cheeks as soon as the words left his mouth and you suddenly felt very sweaty all over. thankfully, the others didn’t seem to notice your reaction, aside from minghao who had locked eyes with you from across the circle the second after he said it.

he’s looking at you again as he weighs the options in his mind, making you wonder if there’s some sort of game he’s playing that you’re not in on. was he zeroing in on you because his answer from the last round had made you a little bit flustered?

“dare.”

“i dare you to choke someone right now,” soonyoung says.

your eyes widen.

“you can either pick someone yourself or we’ll spin the bottle again to pick for you,” he adds.

are you really about to be forced to watch the guy you have a (slight) crush on choke someone else? you’re not sure if you can stomach it. you look away from minghao only to hear him call your name.

joshua, who had been sitting beside you, nudges your shoulder when you don’t move. “i think you’re supposed to go over to him,” he whispers.

“she doesn’t have to if it makes her uncomfortable,” minghao murmurs, gaze still steady on you.

“oh, no um, it’s okay,” you assure him. “it doesn’t make me uncomfortable.”

“then come here.”

he leans back on his hands while you crawl your way across the circle, hyperaware of everyone’s eyes on you. the tile floor is cold and rough on your palms but it helps to ground you as you inch closer and closer to the man whose hands will be around your neck in a matter of seconds.

“you can straddle my lap, i’ll help you,” minghao says when you reach him, quiet enough for only you to hear.

once situated, minghao glances over your shoulder at the rest of your friends.

“ready?” he asks them.

more whistling. that must mean yes.

“ready?” he asks you. you nod. “i need to hear you say it.”

“i’m ready, hao.”

“remember to breathe,” he whispers. “i’ve got you, okay?”

“o-okay.”

his knuckles brush your jaw as he wraps a hand around your neck, making you flinch.

“is this alright?”

“mhm.”

your eyes flutter shut as soon as he starts to apply pressure and it takes a good amount of strength not to start grinding down on him. fuck, you didn’t think it would feel this good.

“you look hot with my hand around your throat,” he muses quietly.

you whimper in response.

“shhh, don’t want everyone else to hear, do you? that would be kind of embarrassing, don’t you think?”

you’re startled by his teasing. he can tell from the way your eyes fly open and your hips twitch forward in his lap. and you can tell that he can tell because his lips curl into a smirk.

“don’t worry baby, after this we can find somewhere private and you can be as loud as you want while i choke you.”

12k celebration

[kindestofkings]

tongue-tied (sunflowers)

lando norris x reader

dets: reader is a pro golfer, a massive f1 fan and best friends with lily muni he. will she enter her wag era?

authors note: I litch dont know a thing about golf and I know you can tell lol xx ENJOY

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yourusername just wanted to assure everyone im still alive ! just working away and falling more in love with lilymhe, better watch out alexalbon xxx

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lilymhe my love !! training is always so fun with you

alexalbon heyy you're meant to say stop falling in love with me! ive a boyfriend 😑 lilymhe eh why bother :))

ynfan1 can't wait to see you in action on the green!!

ynfan2 🔥🔥🔥

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lilymhe the mixed weather has not stopped us getting some practice in! (its impossible to keep her attention when there's a gp on 🙄)

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yourusername but it's the azerbaijan grand prix! I never miss a grand prix!

lilymhe first alex now you 🙄 🙄

f1fan1 can alobono fight? CAN HE FIGHT??

alex_albon you mean i'm not the only f1 lover in your life???

yourusername oi I was the first mister ! been a mclaren fan since birth 😤 lilymhe tbf she isn't lying... ynfan1 it is sooo common knowledge that yourusername is a ride or die mclaren fan lol yourusername yeah get with it albon

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yourusername home and showered in time for the miami grand prix this is a full time job !

kind followers this pact of doritos is a secret between us, got it? so if my personal trainer asks you saw NOTHING, got it?

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ynfan1 yn and lily being f1 fans is so cute !

lilymhe oooh but doritos are your sad snack ? whats happening

yourusername the fav ended in p17 😭 congrats to albonononono tho, i guess alex_albon wow could that have been anymore heartfelt ! lilymhe sush shes a mclaren girlie, don't kick her while she's down!! f1fan1 soooo me coded. its a hard time for us mclaren girlies rn.

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yourusername greens beautiful as always! unfortunately inviting alex_albon along with us backfired entirely cause albon didn't bring an papaya wearing f1 friend, so I just thirdwheeled for the day .

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alex_albon oh sorry I think oscar was busy today :(

yourusername thats not who I meant and you know it ! 😑

lilymhe at least you look cute tho!

ynfan1 im litch not a golf fan but I'm obsessed with you lol

ynfan2 I feel so seen, I recognise a lando norris fan when I see one !

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landonorris freshhhh

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f1fan1 lando finally past his puberty danny ric is proud

f1fan2 he so fine

landofan1 😳❤️

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yourusername it's the monaco grand prix and not only am I not missing it, I'm here! thank qqqq mclaren <33

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ynfan1 ahhhh OMG I hope you meet lando finally

lilymhe babe come williams garage xx

yourusername on my way bestie! gotta tell you about the most awkward encounter EVER lilymhe 🫢🫢

mclaren so glad to have you with us today!

landonorris just followed you!

yourusername

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yourusername attended my first grand prix after being a fan of the sport my whole life! was so chronically awkward I'll never show my face in public again, I've turned to the drink and am hiding away xxx

unrelated: is there a support group for people who embarrassed themselves in front of their celebrity crush??

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lilymhe it can't possible have been THAT BAD

ynfan1 you looked so pretty tho!

ynfan1 also have you forgotten you're a PROFESSIONAL sportswoman yourself lilymhe they are so right ! you slay always yourusername 🥹🥹

mclaren please come join us for another weekend ! celeb crushes can go both ways you know ....

ynfan1 OH OH OH NORIZZ has a crush on you YAYYY

alex_albon leave you both unsupervised for a DAY and you implode

yourusername you said you would be my wingman, I was unprepared 😔😔

landonorris if you do find one can I also get the number to that support group?

osarpiastri please for the well being of everyone, I cannot hear a recap of this meeting alex_albon we should have stuck with the original plan and gone golfing ffs landonorris kick a guy while he's down why don't you yourusername hello ! hi guys just gentle reminder this is my comment section so I can like ... see everything.... landonorris hi 😳 alex_albon oh ffs help lilymhe

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britishgq meets yourusername in our next edition. yn is the pinnacle of modern women, with titles like the 'people's princess' circulating. we believe it's high time for a proper catch-up.

oh, and did we mention she's currently britain's highest-ranking female golfer?

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yourusername ahh this is surreal, I had so much fun!!

britishgq 💓💓

lilymhe I say thats my bestie and I am PROUD

lilymhe a model and a killer sportswoman, someone wife her up before I do ! f1fan1 hahaha thats landos warning

ynfan1 I feel so proud omg!!

ynfan2 oh hello lando lurking in the likes

alex_albon oh?

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landonorris have been getting some private lessons in between races, watch out carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 aye you'll need a miracle

landonorris and who says I haven't got one...

alex_albon you'd wanna start returning my calls mate

landofan1 oh hello WHO ARE YOU SOFT LAUNCHING

ynfan1 *whispers* please be yn please be yn 🤞

lilymhe BESTIE STEALER

ynfan1 ahh its SO is yn

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yourusername golf golf golf, also I drove a fancy car and didnt crash! waiting for that call from mclaren any second now xx

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lilymhe look at you all adorable and loved up <3

alex_albon these kids are growing up so fast ! f1fan you are everyones parents xx

mclaren getting rid of our first driver as we speak !!

landonorris you are leaving out the detail that you mounted the curb...

yourusername and I can leave the detail of you out of my life if you dont watch ynfan1 HE KNOWS THE DETAILS

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landojpg summer break well spent.

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ynfan1 I spot my hero !! must be dating if she's on holiday with the friends

landofan1 ew is lily's friend hanging out of him AGAIN?? get a job christ

ynfan1 you do realise shes a professional golfer right?? ynfan2 there's this thing called holidays ....

lilymhe please give her back to me... you can take alex!

landojpg he's not as cute tho 😔 alex_albon so you're saying I am cute tho? 😎

landonorris added to their story!

the prettiest papaya supporter🧡

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yourusername ah give a girl some warning before you hardlaunch her to your millions of fans... yourusername kinda so cute tho Ill let you away with it <3 lilymhe AH hardlaunch on main danielricciardo does landonorizz have ... rizz??

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as always would LOVE to know you're thoughts! come chat about this fic or even ideas you have for my next one??

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for your pk poll… I CANT CHOOSE… but i do love sub reader and joel making her piss herself tbh 🫣🫢

The Garden of Peeden

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: We're getting it all. here's a little something to keep everyone happy with PK...for now.

Warnings: PISS KINK, reader and Joel piss on reader, sub!Reader, daddy kink, semi public, assisted masturbation

18+ONLY

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It’s been 6 weeks since Joel’s started training you to go without holding back, no matter the circumstances. You’ve started getting used to it. That freeing feeling of warmth filling your senses, making your mind go from anxious to relaxed just by releasing.

Today, he has you in a beautiful sun dress, no panties. You’re spread out on top of him with your back against his chest. The two of you slouched on a patio chair as he rubs lazy circles on your clit. The breeze feels amazing, ruffling your dress and blowing cool air on your heat. You’re leaned against him with your head turned towards his. Joel’s strong arm wrapped around your middle to keep you close. He kisses you slowly, sensually, swallowing your little whimpers. All the while brushing his thumb over your pelvis.

“It’s time,” he whispers against your ear.

You nod, feeling shivers traveling over your body. You’d be holding it as he teased you, but now the tremors feel more violent. 

“You gonna let go f’me? Paint me a pretty picture.” He gestures to the stone pavement below you. Despite being outside, the beautiful garden surrounding you adds some semblance of privacy. Its colorful array mixed with the outdoor atmosphere makes for the perfect lazy Saturday afternoon piss outside.

“S’okay, I got ya.” He pushes his thumb a little harder on your bladder while his middle and ring finger draw tight circles along your folds. You nod, biting your lips and forcing a steady breath out. It’s the hardest part for sure. It builds and builds and builds inside you. The pressure forcing your hips off of his every so often as you try to hold it in. 

No, he told you to relax. Stop flexing your walls to try to starve it off. You close your eyes, unwinding mentally and physically.

And it starts to happen.

A short, practice burst of urine shoots from your slit before trickling out again, slowly building up to a steady stream. 

“Oooohhhhhhh. There she is, that’s my good girl. My beautiful girl,” he hums with a grin. His presses his lips to yours. Joel’s hand kneads your pussy over your stream, rubbing your clit messily. Warm piss spills down his wrist and your ass, onto his jeans but he doesn’t care. He loves the sound of your interrupted hissing due to his movements. The pavement crackles as it splatters consistently like a pretty fountain waterfall. 

You sigh contently. It’s the best part, by far. You crack as smile and close your eyes again.

He laughs softly. “Ahhh that’s it, so good isn’t it? Making such a pretty mess, baby girl. You like peeing all over yourself n’ Daddy, I can tell. GO on, piss some more.”

You both watch from between your legs as you shoot a particularly strong jet, watching it arc over a sizable distance and landing on a dry part of the stones.

“Wow! Look at that, gettin so strong!” He rubs his palm over you quicker, the stream becoming splotched all over your dress and stomach. You both giggle and kiss once again. He drink your sexy noises as the two of you soak yourselves in hot liquid. 

“Ahhhh, baby, your squirtin’ pussy gets me so hard.” He grinds your ass along his harden length trapped underneath his jeans.

It doesn’t take much to read Joel Millers mind. All you’ve left are little trickles here and there of your piss. So you reach between your legs and pull his poor cock out.

“Mmmmm that’s better. Feeling’ that breeze on your pussy feels good on my dick too.” He lazily smirks as you start to fist him.

“Can I put it inside?” You ask.

“Got a better idea.”  He grips his cock and sits the two of you back a little more, now your heads propped up against the low back rest. He jerks himself a little, slapping your clit.

You jolt each time his tip smacks your clit. He kisses you between breaths, a game of cat and mouse as he chases your tongue.

“Pull those tits out,” he grunts.

You pull the neckline of your stretchy dress below your breasts just as Joel comes up to cup one. 

“M’gonna paint a pretty picture too. Ya ready f’me?”

You nod excitedly and spread your legs even wider for him. 

Joel grits his teeth, fisting himself a little before letting out a pained groan. His tip explodes in a fat stream of piss upwards, first hitting your clit then increasing up along your naval and to your breasts.

You giggle and squirm. The warm liquid feels amazing on your cool tits. It smacks your chest then trickles all down your front, soaking your dress and you in the process. 

His tongue is caught between his teeth as he moans drunkenly, watching you present yourself fuller for him to ruin with piss. 

“Feel that, baby? Daddy loves pissin’ on ya, such a beautiful thing f’me to paint.” “Thank you Daddy! Love your hot piss blanketing me.”

You cup your breasts and glide this tip to slot between your messy folds. His hot, strong stream of pee overwhelms you quickly, spreading down below you and starting to coat his sides and thighs. It’s so much. Way stronger, way more copious than yours was. The chair leaks so much urine, a puddle quickly forming below the two of you.

He starts to just hit your clit. The warm sensation, coupled with its pounding nature quickly sends you in a frenzy of quivers. He snatches your lips just as you begin to cum on his piss. You’re loud now too, forgoing the fact that your backyard can still be overheard by neighbors. Its beautiful. He wants to hoard all your sounds to himself. in time, you’ll be ready to piss yourself around others.

He’s just content covering you in his fluids for his eyes only for now.

When you finish, you pant heavily. He pecks your lips, refusing to let you part from his too much. The two of you are absolutely drenched, But you especially. Your pretty little sun dress now sticks awkwardly to your body, the neckline stretched below your wet tits.  

“My beautiful girl,” he hums again into your lips. 

His thick fingers begin to stroke between your petals once more.

 “Shall we try for round two?”

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i'm so happy my worms could help !! because i have more!

so stalkers like, ramp up in severity when they feel like whatever they're obsessed with is threatened or is threatening to leave (personal experience) , so what if kook!reader gets a boyfriend? she gets one that's a kook for added drama, who tells her that jj has been snooping around her house, and she's so paranoid to be alone so she has him help her confront him, but that just makes him even worse?? BONUS POINTS if it's Rafe!!

cause he'd genuinely be so devastated that you don't feel safe because of him, but him finding out you have a bf would make him so much more reactive in general to the point that the pogues would start pointing out— hey, you keep pullin your gun on people, bud, what's up? AS HE'S GENUINELY TWEAKING ABOUT YOU WITH SOMEONE HELLO??

Rafe catchin JJ stalking you as he is also stalking you 🫢

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omg rafe passes by your house a lot during the day — he calls it being a good boyfriend, and everyone else calls it obsessive. he just likes to drive by a few times in between meetings to check up on you, taking his role as your protector very seriously — so you can imagine his surprise when he found jj maybank doing the exact same thing.

rafe did not appreciate that pogue lurking around your house, but as much as he wanted to slam on his brakes and cause a scene in front of your home right then and there, he decided to play the long game.

he tells you all about what he saw later that night, framing it like he had already been driving that way and just happened to notice the blonde peeking over your fence like a serial killer.

“fuckin’ creep’s so comfortable sneaking around your yard, who knows what else he’s doing.” rafe shakes his head, rubbing his jaw in thought. the picture he’s painted in your head makes a chill run down your spine. he notices your unease and continues. “listen, i can take care of it if that’s what you want. swear to god, you’ll never see him again.”

it’s all too much too fast. jj seemed completely harmless the few times you’d hung out, you’d never tell rafe but you thought he was sweet. you never would have thought he’d do something like that, you almost can’t believe it’s true.

at first, you tell rafe it must be a big misunderstanding, but you can’t help the building anxiety that he really is out there watching your every move. so, to ease your mind, you accept his offer to confront him.

you’re not too sure what happened after that — all you know is rafe came back to your place with bruised knuckles and a promise that pogue would stay away.

it works, but only for a little while. who knows what rafe told him — but whatever it was, jj could barely hold it together. he knows you’re not safe with rafe, even if rafe is thinking the same thing about him. he’d get you away from him somehow, no matter what he had to do.

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prompt: daniel watches the video of max with the microphone 😳

(video in question. this spiraled into… something. you decide whether that’s a good or bad thing 🫢)

It’s a bad idea, Daniel knows, as he lays belly down on the firm hotel mattress, pillow propped under his chest, and opens Twitter. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, exactly—maybe just some validation that he can still fucking drive, after today. He’s full of a buzzing sort of anxious energy as his feed loads, and with it, a video of Max.

His thumb hovers for a beat too long—the clip starts playing on mute. It’s from earlier, after the race, Max’s broad body filling up two thirds of the frame. Checo’s mouth moving over on the left. Max nodding along, grinning. The clip loops, and that’s when Daniel notices.

Max holds a small mic loosely in his right hand. His thumb is—he’s swiping it back and forth over the pop filter, rubbing it with his fingertip. Daniel watches the Max on screen realize what he’s doing, watches his smirk grow as he rubs his finger in a quick circle against the mic. He turns his body toward the camera, holds the mic in front of himself, rubs the flat of 3 fingers over it. The clip loops. Daniel’s throat is dry.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, watching the clip replay. He can’t make himself scroll past it. His skin feels hot, itchy, like everything underneath has been replaced with a swarm of bees. Max thumbs the mic like he would the head of a cock; his own, or maybe—fuck.

Daniel knows that Max is—that he likes guys, too. Max had told him so himself, back when he first came up to Red Bull—an almost sharp-edged admission, like he was daring Daniel to be uncomfortable.

He also knows that Max has brought men home before, that he sometimes prefers it, after a race especially. Max had told him that too, so unabashed it had made Daniel’s stomach flip.

Daniel looks over at the other bed, the blankets still rumpled from the way Max had kicked them aside early this morning. Max is out tonight, celebrating. He could bring someone back if Daniel wasn’t—if he hadn’t—

They’d shared Max’s plane on the way here, and it had been the longest uninterrupted time he’d spent with him in months. Max had been soft in one of his oversized hoodies, relaxed and happy, laughing at Daniel’s jokes—Daniel knew he must be fucking glowing. Fuck, everyone had to be able to see it. Daniel felt like he could keep the goddamn plane in the air with the way Max’s attention made him buoyant. They’d touched down in Bahrain, and the thought of parting ways with Max became imminently devastating. Daniel found himself suggesting a shared hotel room and Max—agreed? For some reason. It will be like old times, Max had said, his smile bright and wide.

Old times—Daniel thinks, now, as the clip loops once more. Old times when Daniel would’ve been the one celebrating, would’ve fucked someone in their shared room, in the bed right next to Max’s, would’ve tried not to regret making Max crash with Charles.

Daniel doesn’t want to think about Max bringing some guy to their room, pushing him down into those rumpled sheets that probably—fuck—probably smell like Max, getting him naked, teasing just the tip of his cock with one blunt, clean fingernail, making him shake and moan, all while Daniel is—watching? No—fuck, they’d make him leave. Of course he wouldn’t—

Daniel doesn’t know how many times the clip has looped. His cock is hard against the mattress. Video-Max’s thumb circles. Daniel’s hips twitch. He rolls onto his back and shoves his briefs off. Precome is already sticky on his belly by the time he gets a thumb on himself. Just his thumb at the tip, loose grip on his shaft, tight circles. How Max would do it, if he were here, if Daniel begged him for it, maybe—

His thighs are shaking now, opening and closing on their own as he presses his thumb into his slit, gets it soaked and slippery, swipes back and forth again and again and again—

Several things happen at once. The clip loops. The keycard reader whirs. And—

“Daniel?”

Max’s voice, hoarse from the smoky air of whatever club he came from. Daniel squeezes his eyes shut and comes, gasping. The phone slips from his grasp as he shivers through his orgasm, the screen smacking him in the nose before it bounces to the mattress.

It’s a moment before he realizes—the video sound is on. His fucking nose maximized the clip, volume now fully blasting.

Max’s raspy voice again—

“Is that—are you jerking off to a video of Checo?”

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hi lovely 🤍 i apologize for the very detailed request i have lol but can i ask for a fic or headcanons of dave’s best friend (fem!reader) accidentally finding out he’s kick-ass?

like… maybe the reader confesses she has a crush on kick-ass, and decides to send fanmail to his myspace page despite dave trying to convince her otherwise. she doesn’t understand why he’s so insistent about it until she sends the message and dave’s phone immediately goes off 🫢

i’ll leave the rest to you from there! again, thank you so much lovely 🤍 your writing is wonderful, don’t ever doubt that!

WARNINGS: dave lizewski x best friend!reader, f!reader, fluff, typical nerdy and nervous dave lol, lots o cussing, classic teenage girl!reader shes very bubbly, first kiss NOTES: the end is such a mess im so sorry! stop thank you so much i really appreciate that. and no worry's, i actually prefer longer requests with detail because it helps me set the scene. so if u have any others that are long, send them my way! also this is such a cute scenario ugh i love his nerdy ass. i donnnnnttt really think i like this buts its not completely terrible so ill post it lol. likes and reblogs appreciated! WC: 960

"because you just shouldn't, ok? god!" dave's whiny voice echoed throughout your room which almost made you giggle before you realized your parents were sleeping. you and him had been going back and forth for what seemed liked hours, all because you wanted to send your new celeb crush *kickass*, a few words of encouragement through his myspace page.

"that's not a good reason, weirdo. your such a baby, its not cringe to send him something. everyone deserves nice things said to them." you pulled your chair into your desk, a slight smile creeping on your lips at the thought of the green vigilante.

dave sat in silence, a little more nervous than he should be. i mean, what the hell was his problem? its just a comment on a damn board, and! its anonymous. dave knew you had a slight crush on the masked crusader, but you would never meet him so who cares?

you began to type, biting your bottom lip as you did. you caught a glimpse of dave out of the corner of your eyes and noticed he had scooted his chair farther away from you. whatever.

'dear kickass, i just wanted to comment about how much i appreciate you, well everyone does. so keep up the great work and keep kicking ass!' you re-read the message before hitting send. your internet had been a bit slower than usual that night, and while you waited for the message to send, dave excused himself to the bathroom. "um ill be uh right back, gotta piss." but as soon as he was about to open your bathroom door, you had noticed the message sent. and a slight *ding* could be heard from daves phone. who texted hi- your thoughts interrupted your own before you whipped your chair around and yelled his name.

he froze, nervous as ever and sweating profusely. "come here." you said calmly, even though you had put the pieces together in your head. you didn't want to overreact before you knew you were correct. he walked over to you, trying not to seem suspicious. "yeah? whats wrong." he said, but his voice cracked in the process which was a dead giveaway. "give me your phone, mines dead and i have to text someone." he paused for a moment before coming up with the most obvious lie ever "uh, um mines dead." you raised a brow, biting back a smile. "but i just heard it ding." he froze again, looking around your room dumbly.

you stood up quickly, startling him as you lunged towards his pocket and grabbed his phone. he tried to grab it but you held it high in the air with one hand, as the other pushed him away roughly. you jumped on your bed and turned it on. and lo and behold there was a notification from myspace. *to: kickass from: *user* 'dear kickass, i just wanted to comment about how much i appreciate you, well everyone does. so keep up the great work and keep kicking ass!'*

you gasped loudly, finally confirming your suspicions. "oh my god! oh my god! oh my godddddddd." you sat down while kicking your feet. "ok i know how this looks but i swear im no-" he started to tell another lie before you cut him off. "why didn't you tell me?! dave lizewski you are such a d-bag, im your best friend and you didn't tell me? this is fucking major!" he sat down slowly. your smile faded as you caught his expression. he looked...sad. like he was embarrassed. he spoke softly, "i just didn't want you to think-" you cut him off again, "that your a famous fucking superhero who kicks peoples asses for fun?!" you both laughed before he begun to speak again. "no....that i was a costume wearing loser. i mean i know im your best friend but your cool. cooler than any 'famous fucking superhero' and i like you too much to seem like a weirdo around you." his voice was barely above a whisper, he probably thought you wouldn't be able to catch that last part but you absolutely did.

you and dave had known each other for what seemed like forever, and despite your crush on kickass, your crush on dave trumped that completely. but you kept it to yourself out of fear of rejection. you two sat in silence for a few seconds as you calculated what you wanted to say. you wanted to be bold, and to tell him how much you liked him. you took his hands in yours and he looked up slowly.

"listen here, you could be wearing nothing but a speedo and a pink wig and i would still think your the coolest guy in the world. i wish you told me sooner, because i want you to trust me dave. and i like you too much to be kept in the dark." you repeated his words back to him as your faces were inches apart and his hands were sweaty in yours. but in this moment you didn't even care. you stared at his lips before pushing your face into his. he was still for a second before he ran his hands up your arms and cupped your face. he pulled back quickly leaving you confused, "so does this like mean you like be back? or am i wrong cuz like i dont-" you laughed at his ramblings "yes idiot, i like you back. and if you wanted..we could make this official. you and me." he smiled as a blush creeped onto his cheeks. "like girlfriend boy- wow. um yea totally. do you like wanna be my girlfriend?" you mirrored his smile quickly, "yes, kickass i would love to be your girlfriend."