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[rafesplaymate]

First Encounter.

Bestfriendsboyfriend!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader

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chapter visuals here.

warnings: slight smut. infidelity (not on reader). choking. dumbification. immoral thought process. substance use (drinking while driving.) power dynamics. dom / sub dynamics. toxic behaviors. manipulation / gaslighting. slight coercion / dubcon?

a/n: i am so hyped to release this AU. been playing around with it for a while. i decided to use maddy’s name from the show so im sorry if you’re a maddy. Her face claim is NOT alexa demie, can be anyone you imagine. not verbatim to the storyline / scene —my version of it —btw they’re all out of high school. enjoy!

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“M’fuckin busy! Fuck off!” Growls Rafe breathlessly, too entranced by his sweet doll who he’s pounding into the door. Pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek as he groaned into her skin; her bruised bottom lip hidden behind her front teeth in an attempt to keep her volume down as he presses her body to the bathroom door. But breathy moans and whines couldn’t help but slip past her swollen lips. The heat they built up in the restroom almost suffocating. Harsh breathes and moans of pure desire being passed to one another. He’ll be damned if he lets some stupid party-goer ruins this for him. Something he’s been dying to have.

“Rafe?!” His girlfriend knew that voice, wondering why she hasn’t seen him around the party. “Are you serious?! Open the fucking door, I have to pee! I’m not fucking around! Where have you been?!” she shouted, her voice full of vexation as she continues fumbling with the knob and banging on the wood from the other side. Sure, they’d been on a ‘break’ since their latest fight, but the was still her man and she wants to know what the hell he’s up to.

As for Rafe and y/n, the realization of who’s on the other side of the door —makes time stop. Their bubble of passion and intoxicating ambience getting popped. He looks at his doll’s eyes widen with immense fear, her lips parting to speak and the only thing coming out being a squeak when he shoves his large hand over her mouth. Her beautiful doe eyes looking into his as he presses her to the door and catches his breath. Mind calculating at the situation.

“Sh, relax —told you to trust me, didn’t I?”, he whispered gruffly to her; his eyes glaring with warning as he pressed her harder into the door. The banging from his girlfriend on the other side shaking her half-naked body as fear and anxiety drips from her eyes in the form of tears. “Don’t fucking cry. I swear to god —don’t. Just relax.” His voice softened slightly to accumulate her compliance once more.

He watched as her body relaxed slightly until the banging started up once again and his girlfriend started shouting for him to let her in once more. “Are you taking a shit? I can smell it, you’re fucking gross!” She mocked with a laugh, her hand jangling the knob once more. He watches as his doll’s hand comes down to press against it, keeping it in place as her eyes look at him for resolve, tears dripping down once more.

“I told you to stop crying, are you fuckin’ serious right now?” He reprimanded her, dragging his hand down her face to grip her throat while he repositions himself to hop her higher and adjust her body. “If you start trippin’ she’s gonna find out so, chill.” He mocked her, leaning his head in with his infamous smirk as he brushed his lips against hers. Not too deterred by his girlfriend on the other side. In fact the thrill sets him off and he begins grinding into her once more.

Her eyes flutter with the feeling as she relaxes her body once more, thighs widening around his waist as her manicured hand grips the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah… there you go. Sh, just let me take care of it —of you, alright? No need to worry that empty little head. I got it.” He whispered against her mouth, his chest burning with satisfaction at her submissive whimpers as she whines under her breath.

“Bu-but…” she starts up, her sweet voice filled with guilt as her brows furrow once more in worry. Looking deep into his cobalt eyes as he domineers her with his presence. “She’s my best friend.” She whines sweetly, her voice shaky and demeanor racked with culpability. It makes Rafe want to ruin her that much more, determined to break down her faithfulness to the girl on the other side. It should only be to him, he’ll be damned if it doesn’t happen.

“What about it?” He mocks under his breath, grinding his hips into her once again, watching as her brows furrowed and lips formed an ‘O’ and she fell into his being easily, brain going fuzzier from his cock in her. “She’s my girlfriend, but you didn’t mind too much when you were taking your panties off in my car to show me this pretty pussy, did you? Or when you were kissing and rubbing up on me.” He ridicules her for her earlier actions, for the reason she’s even in this position to begin with. Gaslighting her into believing she was the one who started this, even though he’s the one who knotted the web he caught her in.

“Don’t worry about what she is. Just worry about being good for me, and I’ll take care of it. Kay? Told you that your loyalty lies with me now.” He whispered to her, pressing his lips against hers softly as his girlfriend’s resolve broke and she walked off with a scoff. Leaving the two alone once more —just as it should be, in his mind.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Now where were we.”

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If Rafe said he was surprised he ended up in this position he would be wrong. Because he’d been dying too, ready to claim the little doll he’s had his eye on since the relationship with his girl has fallen into the flames of irreparability. Their toxicity no longer fun and draining as he find himself wishing he’d never got to this point in the first place. Or got with her.

But oh…. her sweet, little best friend has been the salvation he’s been dreaming about. Her mindless way of being consuming his every thought as he calculates how to catch her in his grip. How to ensure she becomes his, and his alone. Friendships and relationships be damned.

And it seems his constant thoughts of her finally manifested in real time. Smirking to himself as he walks out the door of the liquor shop he stopped by to get drinks before heading to Topper’s. His doll faced fantasy sitting outside on the sidewalk in her tiny little dress and cute heels as she sniffles to herself. Glittery eyes decorated with equally glittery tears as she drinks her sorrows away. Tired of the constant berating from everyone around her. Exhausted even.

The perfect time for Rafe to be her knight in shining armor.

“Hey,” he spoke out after leaving the shop. Coming to tower behind her, as he stares down at her. Watching as her gorgeous face turns up to look at him, eyes focusing on him with a false innocence that has every guy on the island vying after her constantly. Tits spilling out of her small dress, cute lace thong peeking out from the short skirt and her position on the sidewalk. French tipped toes in strappy heels pointed together as her knees held against each other. “What’s going on with you? Aren’t you suppose to be at the party? Where���s Maddy?”

He watches as she shrugs, looking down and letting her tears fall onto her smooth legs, that gleam under the moonlight with body glitter and lotion —as pitiful sobs rack from her chest once more. She’s the epitome of pathetic and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of it.

“We had a fight. She dumped me here. Said I was too dumb for her to be around. Too much.” She whispered pathetically, caving in on herself as her blinged, manicured nails fiddle with each other. Her cute nose twitching like a bunny as she sniffles —a baby bunny he’s determined to eat up and savor like the big bad wolf he is.

A scoff leaves Rafe’s mouth as he shakes his head. Lips quirking at the sides, as he speaks to her with insincere consolation in his voice. His pathetic girl, of course she’s too much. Head too empty, and in need of constant guidance. A little lamb wobbling on her weak legs as she attempts to walk and luckily she has him to guide her like a sheppard.

Everyone knew y/n was an airhead —a bimbo. As sad as it is to say, it’s completely accurate. She’d always been too sweet and too dense for her own good, with a banging body and pretty face. Maybe not the sharpest crayon in the box but she sure as hell was always the prettiest. Her point constantly dulled out by the way she was used —by everyone around her. Taking turns and fighting over who gets to color with her. Rafe is the one who’s determined to break her in half and keep her in his pocket. Completely unusable to anyone else except for him.

He remembers when he met her back in high school. Bouncing around Tannyhill during one of Rafe’s functions; in her skimpy outfit as her plump chest practically spilled out. Little, g-string nestled between her cheeks as the bottom of her tiny skirt lifted with her movements. Stumbling around in strappy heels, with manicured toes. Her body shimmering with glitter and flawless complexion shining under the strobing lights of the party. Pretty eyes decorated with sparkles and plump lips glossed as she giggled at the boys surrounding her.

She was the complete opposite of his girlfriend —her best friend. Both equally as beautiful, equally as stunning. But two completely different demeanors. Yin and Yang. Night and Day. Sweet and Salty. And that’s why they worked so well, that’s why they clicked. But that’s also why Rafe realized he had a sweet tooth way more than a savory one. Feeling like he chose the wrong meal when he preferred dessert as he observed her more and more over time —the more and more his relationship fell apart.

When he’d first met Maddy during the end of his junior year, he’d been completely entranced by her domineering and confident attitude. Equal to his and intoxicating. She was a challenge, something to conquer. A kitten with sharp claws he wanted to tame and let scratch him. She had been moving around enticingly in her skimpy cheer uniform during one of their pep rally’s, her sharp eyes gazing at him with desire as she seduced him. She was everything he wanted in a girl. At least that’s what he felt at the time.

Now 3 years into their relationship and he’s really understanding the saying that not all the glitters is gold. Thinking with his dick got his throat ripped out constantly by the lioness he succumbed too. His relationship was quickly and surely falling into the toilet and he was completely ready to flush it away. Tired of the constant fighting, the constant paranoia of setting her off and exhausted from the way she constantly set off the ticking-time-bomb he was.

Him and maddy were nearing the end —that was forsure. At first their toxic attitudes colliding was fun —thrilling even. Now though, it was anything but. She was sick and tired of his dodgy demeanor and asshole tendencies. His need to dominate her and the way he lashed out when he couldn’t. He was sick and tired of her constantly picking away at him, leaving him exasperated as she yapped away anytime he did something she felt was out of bounds. The constant battles for power, the constant attempts at enticing jealousy, the constant paranoia and possessiveness, the constant screaming matches —on both ends.

The sex was getting dull. In fact, it already was. So tired of her bullshit and constantly pressing her face into the sheets just to shut her the fuck up and get his nut in. His desire for her wearing off to the point that he felt like he couldn’t get it up anymore. In fact, she’d already ridiculed him for not being able to keep his dick hard. That’s when he knew, that any passion he may have once had for her had completely weaned away. And all they did was beat an already dead and rotting horse. It was time for something fresh.

The more his relationship declined, the more he noticed y/n. Fuck, she was so sweet. Like a delicate chocolate crafted with the intent to make everyone addicted, with just a taste of her presence. One he wanted no one else but him to savor. Sweet giggles and charming smiles, the way she hugs everyone with her chest pressed tightly to theirs. An air of glittery, demure charm that made everyone want to be around her. Gorgeous body, pretty face and an head so empty he swears if he knocked on it —it would sound hollow.

But the more he observed her, the more he noticed everything. Her constant need for validation, her lack of confidence. The way she so easily fell for anyone who gave her the slightest bit of soft affection. The way she clinged onto people like a stray needing shelter. Sad eyes hidden behind kind smiles, and charming giggles. The way she caved in on herself when she someone disregarded her. It was perfect, the perfect canvas for him to mold at his whim and every desire. The only thing that stopped him was her devotion to her best friend.

Maddy and y/n had been attached at the hip since they were pre-teens. Their friendship may have seemed tight from the outside perspective, but Rafe knew the truth. Their whole circle did.

Maddy saw y/n as her accessory, someone she could manipulate when convenient. Her doll to play with and use however she desires. Constantly speaking to her with a patronizing and condescending tone hidden behind faux care. Berating her with soft words of fake love. Dragging her around whenever she wanted, to wherever she wanted and disregarding her whenever just the same. Making her submit constantly. And y/n let herself, she felt like it was real-genuine love.

So it’s no surprise to Rafe that Maddy tossed her out after a fight. That’s just what she does, to everyone. No regard for anything that isn’t benefiting her. But he should thank her, because she created the perfect situation for him to get what he wants and he’ll be stupid not to take the opportunity. Maybe she was Maddy’s doll to play with, but Rafe would steal her and make her his and his alone. Like a limited edition that only he would have access too.

“Well, uh” he started, staring down at her with pure mischief in his gaze that she would never catch onto. His pathetic girl who needed someone to scoop her up and protect her from the cruel reality surrounding them. “I’m headed over there right now, I could give you a ride. If you’re up to it?” He said sincerely, watching the way her eyes lit up with cheer as the sadness washed away. That bright smile he adores, once again adorning her gorgeous face as she squeaks out a, “really? yes! thank you!”

He walks to stand in front of her and extends his hand out, letting her smaller one grasp his palm as he lifts her up from the sidewalk. Watching as her dress rises up more with her movements and exposes the tiny g-string she wore. His eyes immediately falling to the wrapped up present between her legs as she let out a ‘whoops!’ and adjusts her dress. Pulling it down like it did anything, her ass was still hanging out.

“C’mon, Top’s waiting on me.” He said with charm, gripping her now by her upper arm as he tugged her to the passenger side of his truck and opened it up for her. Letting her grip his hand to step onto the side bar as she lifted herself up —watching as her ass showed from under the dress until she tucked herself away into the passenger seat. “Thanks Rafe”, she told him sweetly. Giving him that pretty smile while he just nodded his head and returned it. Shutting the door and quickly jogging over to the driver’s side.

Once he gets in, he immediately starts the engine —putting his arm over the passenger seat and turning his head back to guide himself out of the parking space. It’s when he turned back forward after reversing and putting the car into gear that he noticed her staring at him. “Got something on my face, or what?” He jokingly griped, turning to look at her as she looked at him with her head tilted —observing him.

“Hmm, no. You’re just like, really pretty you know that?” She giggled, her faux lashes fluttering as Rafe’s lips quirked at the corners from her comment. One foot into the black hole that was Rafe Cameron, one step closer. “Yeah? Well I could say the same about you, doll.” He quipped back, watching as her smile widened and she leaned her body closer to his. Rafe’s fingertips burning with want as her sweet smelling perfume invaded the truck and his senses.

“You’re just saying that,” she said softly, turning her head to look out the window as she fiddled with her tinsled hair. “Nah, I mean it. You’re beautiful.” He said with confidence, watching her turn back to face him as she clung onto his words. Observing the way he reached his arm back to grab a beer out of the case he bought. Biting the cap off and spitting it out before placing it between her parted thighs, then reaching back to grab another for himself. “Um… I’m-I’m already a little buzzed.” She admitted, staring at the beer on her lap after he bit the cap off his; spitting it on the center console. Throwing it back and taking a big chug as he sped down the dark road to Topper’s.

“Y’know, it’s rude to decline a drink from someone who’s being so nice to you.” He drawled, left arm steering the wheel as his he brought the bottle to his lips and took another swig. ‘Future’ playing lowly in the background as he turned to look at her. Watching as she looked at him with guilty eyes and bit her pretty lips between her teeth. “Oh,” she stated softly, grabbing the beer and fiddling with it. “M’sorry Rafe, didn’t meant to be.” She said sweetly, bringing the bottle to her lips as she took a swig —clearly nervous. But the way she did exactly what he said was perfect.

As they both continued to take swigs of their drinks, tension and silence filled the car. Rafe staring at her every once in a while with a look that screamed want. Her looking at him with worry every few seconds when he began speeding up the car. The mileage amping up as they zoomed down the dark road. Her blinged acrylics gripping the seat to ground herself. It’s when Rafe went over a bump and the beer held in between her legs spilled over did she react. ‘Oh!’ she gasped at the cold liquid splashing on her legs.

She began giggling with embarrassment, unbuckling her seat belt and turning to wipe down any that fell on the seat as she looked at him with a coy smile. Rafe staring at her with an impish smirk as he watched her scamper with nerves. Finally settling back down and finishing off what was left of her drink as she held eye contact with him.

“Yeah… you’re real beautiful, doll.” He said with a bewitching tone. His eyes full of burning want that even her dumb, little brain could catch onto. She knew that look, that look in men’s eyes when they vied after her. And she reveled in it, reveled in Rafe’s attention —his validation.

As if entranced, with slow, sensual movements she lifted the skirt of her tight dress just a bit —hooking her thumbs against the edges of her g-string. She lifted her hips and with soft movements, began rolling the material down her thighs and legs seductively. Rafe’s gaze flickering between her little show and her gaze filled with unadulterated desire —when he didn’t need to look at the road. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she finally got them off her legs and threw them in the back. Lifting herself to push her upper body out of the open window and spreading her legs to show him the wetness between her legs.

Keeping eye contact as she spread herself open for him until she titled her head back and pushed out her plump chest sensually. Hair swaying cinematically in the wind as she posed for him. Rafe’s entire body burning ablaze and filling with triumph as she fell right into his lap. His eyes lowering to her cute pussy that he wants to ravage and own. Fuck yeah. He was gonna have her, take her. Make her his.

His sweet, little bimbo. His doll.

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When they finally pulled up to Topper’s she had been bent across the center console on her knees; pressing desperate kisses across his cheek and neck. Manicured hand rubbing over the bulge in his pants as she moaned against his skin. Rafe’s left hand white from gripping the steering wheel while his right arm was around her back —hand groping her ass as the tips of his fingers teased her wetness. “Fuck —baby” he started, bringing the truck to a halt outside of the function. Listening to her whine as she pressed sloppy kisses all over him and rubbed his hard-on. “We’re here, doll. Gotta stop.” He watched as she pulled back with a whine, her eyes full of dejection as she moved away from him.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” She mewled, rejection filling her body. Rafe gripped her by the back of her head, leaning his body over the console and bringing her closer till heir lips met in a sloppy, harsh kiss of tongue and teeth clashing. When he pulled back, a string of saliva kept them connected —her eyes fluttering with lust as they stared into each other. “You didn’t shit wrong, baby.” He scolded while shaking her head in his grip. “Nah, in fact you did exactly what you’re suppose to.”

He watched as her eyes lit up, leaning herself into him as much as she could with the barrier. The alcohol buzzing through her veins alongside her burning desire for him. Her head fuzzy and filling up with thoughts of Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. Needing him to do whatever he pleases with her just as long as he keeps giving her attention and love. That’s all she wants, all she needs. Especially from him.

Rafe stopped her before she could connect their lips again, bringing a hand to grip her face and hold her in place as he spoke to her with firmness. “Hey, listen. I know it’s hard for that little brain to think but I need you to listen to me, okay?” He told her, needing her to understand it’s his word that takes priority. Her head nodding as much as it could with the grip on her face. Eyes digging into his own as she awaited his command.

“That’s a good girl, so good for me already.” He praised, watching as her expression changed into satisfaction. Her eyes full of adoration. Perfect, it was all coming together just as he wanted. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, now listen to me very carefully”, he urged. Slowing his words so her head full of air can catch onto them. “M’gonna go in first, okay? Then m’gonna to the upstairs restroom and I want you to meet me there. You know we can’t walk in together.”

The look in her eyes was quickly replaced penitence, the feeling of remorse sinking deep in her gut —filling her body and setting her nerves ablaze. Her need to be loyal quickly filling her senses with the fact that she was kissing on her friend’s man. Her best friend, at that. She tried to move her grip from his face, but Rafe quickly caught on. “Hey, no —relax. We’re not doing anything wrong, doll.” He cooed, consoling her guilt and trying to appease her now anxious demeanor.

“But-“ she tried to start up, quickly cut off by a gruff, “But nothing.” He said harshly, tightening his hold on her as her body tensed with fear at the thought of Maddy finding out. Rafe wouldn’t let that happen, not until he made her —his. She didn’t need to be loyal to anyone but him, least of all Maddy.

“Your loyalty lies with me now, okay? Don’t worry about Maddy, you know we haven’t been good for a long time.” He assured, but the guilt flickering on and off in her gaze was still there and he was determined to snuff it out completely. “She doesn’t care about you. But, I do. I just wanna take care of you, baby. Want you to take care of me too. M’gonna make sure everything is okay, gonna protect you. So stop forcing yourself to think so hard, you know that’s not your thing.” And that was enough for her, her head immediately going back to its dazed state as she relaxed in his grip. Her resolve deflating completely.

“O-Okay” she faltered, letting herself breakdown at his whim. Letting her head fill up once again with only him. “I trust you”, she vowed. Letting herself fall that much more into his black hole of a being. And it’s all Rafe needed to hear, all he needed to know that he gets his way —always. She was going to be his, bound to him completely. Maddy nor even herself would be able to stop it —no. This was the beginning of a relationship that would set ablaze everything they knew. He was more than prepared to either snuff it out or add gasoline to the fire if needed.

Just as long as she knew her place. Knew what she was and who she would dedicate herself too. He would break her down, take away everything she knew. He would ensure she had no one, nothing but him. Destroy what was already left of her mind and wavering self-esteem so she would be completely dependent on him and him alone. It wouldn’t be now, but it’s a start. One he’s determined to finish and come out in triumph.

“That’s my doll. Now be good for me and do as your told. I’ll see you inside.”

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a/n: phew! the first installment set. i didn’t want to copy the scenes verbatim, more so use them as inspo. i hope yall enjoy! pls let me know what you think! much love!

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[justdavina]

[i-maj-ine]

Just started reading ORV (not that far in but I am lightly spoiled on some plot points bc of friends) and trans Kim Dokja would hit diff if Fourth Wall's censor helped cover how fem his body shape is

Like that'd be fucking hilarious

'i didn't think the apocalypse had to happen for people to be more accepting of my gender' says local man, who has a skill that literally convinces others that his boobs don't exist

Imagine the misunderstandings. Imagine them, please, I beg of you. I need someone to vibrate on the same wavelength as me when it comes to everyone literally not Knowing He Is Trans because HE LOOKS LIKE A FUZZY BLOB.

Kim Dokja, very confused but very glad that people are so accepting when he knows he doesn't pass as a guy. Kim Dokja, scrunching his face when people talk down to women and look at him like he'll implicitly agree because he's one of the boysss. Kim Dokja, getting weird ass stares for the menstrual products he has on hand-- (OH GOD BATHROOM BREAKS, BATHROOM BREAKS WOULD BE SUCH A HILARIOUS SUBJECT, IMAGINE HIM GOING TO THE WOMEN'S BC OF HABIT AND GETTING TUGGED BACK BY SOMEONE ELSE STERNLY LIke stop laughing Sangah-ssi, you're being such a bully rn)

He just looks like a thin frail looking stick of a guy, it's like only when people get close and touch (if you're even allowed to... the kids get that privilege via hugs) that some areas seem to have more give than others while others seem more expansive than they actually are. When you set your hand on his shoulder, the hazy form is lower and tinier than you expected... He's so weird.

[nnatejacobs]

NATE JACOBS.

Euphoria/obx/oc roleplay.

Nate’s likes: football,control,dominance,perfection,approval,sexual power,parties,beer,gaslighting,porn,revenge,being feared.

Nate’s dislikes: being disrespected,his father,being challenged,emotional chaos,rejection,weakness,being an “good guy”, loosing status,empathy.

ADMIN RULES (MUST READ)

- MULTI rp

-nsfw and angst ofc.

-Admin is 18+ MDNI please dni I’m not responsible about what you see or do.

- anons must tell me their age,emoji,pronouns to continue.

-DM’s are always opened.

-Racism,transphobia,sexism,homophobia would not be tolerated.

- Lastly, please do not take anything to heart about what I do or say. I’m staying in character and Nate Jacob’s is mean and problematic as we see in the show. I love you all.

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[dewwshi]

princess of mithral hall

[marrziy]

Nate Jacobs x Male Reader

"Somos um ímpar"

                  Euphoria

★. Sinopse: a noitada termina com retrogosto, pois a bebida acentuou seu molejo, e não estar envolto em amarras ao lado de Nate sempre resulta em desgraça quando estão sozinhos.

★. Tags: semi-smut, dark & angst

Avisos: relacionamento abusivo, homofobia internalizada e coerção sexual em local público (estacionamento). Conteúdo sombrio!!!

★. Palavras: 925

2ª pessoa - presente

Você e Nate se despedem de seus amigos na entrada do pub onde viraram a sexta-feira, as largas janelas do estabelecimento refletindo os sorrisos fingidos que cobrem a aflição e a raiva.

Seus passos até o carro são lentos e falhos, enquanto os de Nate são ligeiros e certeiros. Você não vai ter um branco nem acordar fatigado, com dor de cabeça ou enjoado — apesar de almejar o blecaute —, pois não bebeu o suficiente para tais consequências, mas a alteração rendeu risadas altas e danças desinibidas, o que, para seu relacionamento, é combustível puro para o flambê de um dos lados.

Você acelera para alcançar Nate, pondo-se à frente dele e espalmando o peitoral cheio, olhando para cima de encontro ao abismo acastanhado. "Cê tá bravo comigo?" o porquê nunca valia a pena ser questionado, então você fica na ponta dos pés para se desculpar no calor do pescoço perfumado. "Me perdoa… pensei que estava sendo um bom garoto…"

Nate enrijece, sentindo seus lábios roçarem na saliência onde o pomo de Adão trêmula. Ele fica em silêncio por longos e torturantes segundos, enquanto o zumbido distante do trânsito e o grito ocasional de um bêbado tornam o clima uma ocasião menos digna de suicídio.

Quando ele finalmente fala, sua voz é baixa e assustadoramente controlada. "Um bom garoto?" ele repete em tom ameno, amaldiçoando você com o anseio sórdido de que sua cabeça carcomida está tão familiarizada e desaprendeu a viver sem. "É isso que você acha que estava sendo lá?" a mão dele sobe, dedos se curvando na sua nuca, forçando você a permanecer na ponta dos pés.

Você não recua, mesmo sendo sua maior vontade no momento. Sua atitude é oposta ao instinto; você arrasta as duas palmas sobre o peitoral de Nate até estar apertando os ombros dele, sublinhando pavor ao oeste e falsa plenitude ao leste.

"Você me envergonhou, anjo." Nate se curva, sussurrando as palavras no seu ouvido, e há uma nota de decepção na voz dele que faz seu estômago gelar. "Você sabe que eu não gosto quando você chama atenção para si mesmo. Por que você tem que ser tão… espalhafatoso? É constrangedor ver um homem agir como você age nesses lugares. Ninguém gosta disso."

A outra mão dele vem descansar no seu quadril, o aperto firme, possessivo. Nate o puxa para mais perto, colidindo seus peitorais. Você pode sentir cada centímetro do corpo dele, principalmente os vinte que ele faz questão de pressionar contra seu abdômen.

"Pensei que tivesse sido claro…" Nate murmura, esquentando a cartilagem fria da sua orelha com a respiração quente. "Achei que tinha explicado o que aconteceria se você continuasse agindo feito um pirralho..." os dedos dele cravam na carne macia da sua bochecha antes de descerem até sua cintura, afundando ali.

Você não consegue evitar estremecer, deixando escapar um pequeno som dolorido que sobe garganta afora. "Sinto muito." sussurra, como se tivesse medo de expressar existência. "Eu não queria..."

"Shh." Nate o silencia com um sibilo exigente. "Não seja patético. Suas desculpas não valem nada pra mim quando eu não as peço."

Ele segura você naquela posição por um bom tempo, o aperto implacável machucando suas costelas enquanto os olhares namoram. Então, sem aviso, ele te empurra contra a lataria do carro, o metal frio em choque contra suas costas. Nate encurrala você antes que desvie, cobrindo sua estrutura menor com a corpulência dele.

"Creio que você precise de um lembrete sobre a quem você pertence." ele repousa o queixo no seu ombro, iludindo-o com a possibilidade de um abraço ao rodear sua cintura com os braços, mas terminando por apertar as bandas da sua bunda, fartando-se com sua carne ao que gruda seu quadril no dele. "Preciso reafirmar seu lugar, sua posição."

Os dentes de Nate afundam na lateral do seu pescoço, marcando você, reivindicando.

Um suspiro prolongado vaza por entre seus lábios, seu corpo se arrepiando conforme o romper suave da pele — que divide as células e você entre o instinto de se afastar e o desejo vergonhoso crescendo em seu âmago.

"Nate..." você choraminga, sua voz quase inexistente. "Não aqui..." seus dedos trêmulos tentam afastar o homem de quase dois metros, mas sua força não é uma boa aliada.

"Cala a porra da boca!" Nate resmunga irritadiço, entrelaçando os dedos nos seus fios e impulsionando sua cabeça para trás. "Você não pode me dizer onde nem quando." ele se esfrega contra você, rolando o quadril, deixando-o sentir o comprimento duro dele através da calça.

Você engole em seco, quase engasgando, sua boca de repente seca e seu coração batendo forte. Você sabe que deveria pará-lo, que deveria afastá-lo, dizer para ele cair fora, mas não faz nada; está congelado, paralisado pelo filho da puta do medo e pela puta da antecipação que há tempos deixa seu bom senso em frangalhos.

Por mais que você tema a fúria dele, você também a deseja.

Deseja a sensação de ser possuído, de ser colocado em seu lugar.

É doentio, errado, vergonhoso, triste…

Mas é tudo o que você conhece há tanto tempo.

Então, você fica ali, preso. As mãos do seu namorado percorrem seu corpo; os dentes, lábios e a língua dele marcam você como posse.

Você fica e aceita.

Como o bom garoto que deveria ser.

—★🎭📂: Biblioteca

hoje minha paranóia tá pouca, não revisei 100 vezes não, só 99, então finjam demência se virem algum erro.

[content-euphoria]

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[rafesplaymate]

Euphoria AU

Bestfriendsboyfriend!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader

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Summary: Hidden moments between Rafe and his girlfriend’s sweet, little best friend. Whose empty little head he fills with nothing but thoughts of him and resentment toward his girlfriend —her best friend. A series of one shots loosely based off nate & cassie scenes from euphoria.

warnings: infidelity (emotional / physical). dumbification / objectification. man-handling . drugging / coercion. dubcon. toxic relationships / dynamics. toxic / abusive behaviors. manipulation / gaslighting. dom / sub dynamics. sexual content. dark themes / adult content.

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[katherine100]

say hi if you would you go out with a tattooed goth girl 🙏🖤

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[bytesizedseraphim]

Euphoria: Visual Fan Book

[maddyguru]

tw: incest, HEAVY angst, all characters are 18+, suggestive themes nothing too heavy, mentiones of weed, this is around the time geto is depressed, reader has maddy perez! personality, toxic relationship, it's literally inspired by maddy x nate, fighting, abusive? geto? MINORS AND ANTIS DNI

Everybody knew how Geto pushed them away that summer. And that leaves no exception to you, his little sister.

It was bad enough that he rarely comes home because he was in boarding school- but the fact that when he does come home, all he did was shut his family out and that includes you, too. What previously was his quality time such as a trip to the arcade or cafe hopping and even smoking weed with his favourite little sister, has now turned into nothingness; all you heard was silence.

Suguru turned bitter with the world. Well, not entirely the world, but just the world where non sorcerers such as yourself exist. He couldn't face his family and even you, his bratty, expensive little girl whom he loves to spoil with his time, money, and love.

He knows you're angry at him. He heard you curse, scream, shout, you name it. She fucking screamed at her own older brother and that honestly pissed him off because although Suguru knows she's really a bitch in personality, but he knows damn well that y/n never screams at anybody unless she really cares about them. The last thing he wants is for y/n to give a fuck about pathetic, suicidal, lil' ol' him.

Because he wants nothing more to forget their memories

As much as the contemplation he has for non sorcerers occupied his mind, she was there too- her siren eyes with that blue denim eyeshadow, her lips painted brown, cheeks flushing with a faint blush, their bonding session as they both took a smoke of the weed she stashed in her room to share with her older brother, and the fucking kiss they shared in his car- in his room, her pink, decorated room- Him kissing her neck. God fucking knows he loves her.

"Why are you being such a dick?"

That was the last fucking straw, he thought to himself. So he pushed towards her and his hands gripped her cheeks together, eyes staring into her startled ones.

"You wanna be a little brat again, you stupid cunt? fucking say that again to my face...!" His hands gripped her cheeks tightly, pushing her further into the living room they're in.

Now, Suguru knows you. Knows that despite the brave front you put on, that you would crumble eventually especially if he was the one who shut you down- he was the only one who has that hold on you, and now you're fucking crying- sobbing mess into his hands as he taunts you again.

He knows you're crushed with his behaviour. That loving oniichan you grew up with is no longer here- what's replaced here is a man whom you barely know- There were no trace of Suguru that you loved all your life, and he also, perhaps, have forget about the love he once had for you, following his hatred towards your kind.

The way he looks at you as his hands crushed your cheeks...

It was evident his love for you has depleted.

[tomdaya-1996]

Z filming Euphoria season 3 last week 💜

[blueribbonbaby]

Euphoria behind the scenes

[frostralia]

Hey friends! Frost here. I don't know who needs to hear this today, but I want you to know that it's perfectly okay to you. There is nothing wrong with you, nor are you stupid for wanting to be who you really are. You are beautiful. 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈

💛 Fabulous Frost Nicoletti XoXo

[spooksicl-e]

i’ve been on the shco train for a good long while now and am just entirely guilty of never making adequate art for it</3