Bubblegum

I also love your kook group x reader! Can you do one where rafe x reader start secretly dating and topper and kelce find out?

more than friends | rc

| pairing: (non canon) rafe cameron x reader, platonic topper thornton x reader, platonic kelce x reader

| genre: fluff, college au, kook friend group

| warnings: language, mentions of food

| word count: 1,286

You weren’t even sure when the feelings had started. You and Rafe had always been a little flirty with each other. You used to blame it on the fact that he was the newest addition to your friend group, not already used to the sibling-like dynamic that you shared with Topper and Kelce.

Nothing actually happened for years, other than the casual flirting that never went unnoticed by the other boys. It was one night, when the four of you were back home for the summer. You all attended the same university on the mainland, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t spend every waking second with each other over the summer. Topper was out to dinner with his parents, and Kelce was stuck babysitting his little sister. Rafe had invited all of you over to watch movies in his basement, the massive flat screen and reclining chairs making it the perfect spot for your movie nights.

The tension between the two of you was so heavy you could feel it crackling in the air. You spent a painful thirty minutes watching Jaws, retaining absolutely nothing because all you could focus on was the boy sitting next to you.

And suddenly, movie forgotten, your lips were on Rafe’s as you were climbing over the armrest to straddle his lap.

The two of you had agreed on two things: One—that it wasn’t just a one-time thing and two—that you couldn’t tell Kelce and Topper. You honestly didn’t think they would have a problem with it, but you weren’t ready to face the constant teasing that would surely ensue once you tell them.

Fast forward, you and Rafe had been keeping your relationship a secret for a few months now, a little easier now that you were back on campus and had more spots you could meet and not run into your friends.

Kelce and Topper weren’t stupid though. They had an inkling that something might be going on between the two of you, but they couldn’t prove it. Lingering touches, and gazes when you thought no one was paying attention, had helped to guide them in their suspicions.

“Your door’s locked right?” You whisper, cuddling against your boyfriend.

He nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Rafe, Topper, and Kelce shared an apartment, and the boys often barged into each other’s rooms without a second thought, so a locked door was crucial to your not getting caught.

Almost as if you predicted it, a fist bangs on the door, less than a moment later, a loud shout of Rafe’s name reverberating in the room.

“Fuck do you want Top?” Rafe calls, sending you an apologetic smile.

“Kelce and I are bored. I think we’re gonna go to that bar down the street. You wanna come?”

Normally Rafe can never turn down an offer to go to a bar or party, and drink with his friends. But right now, you’re in his bed and he cares way more about that.

“Not tonight man, I think I’m gonna nap, I’m not feeling great.”

“Okay.” Topper responds, heading into the kitchen where Kelce is. “Let’s see what ____’s up to.”

“I already texted her.” Kelce pipes up. “She said she’s busy.”

Topper sighs. “Alright guess it’s just us then.”

Rafe wants to tell Topper and Kelce about your relationship. From day one, he was fine with it being out in the open. He claims that they like you too and they need to know you’re taken, but you don’t want to ruin your friend group dynamics.

“They’re gonna make fun of us!” You whine against his chest, pulling his duvet over your head.

“They already do!” He chuckles, chest rumbling under your head. “And baby, you’re the meanest out of all of us. They’re gonna be too scared to make fun of you.”

“No, I’m not.” You pout, poking his chin.

“Hm, you kinda are.” He hums, straining his neck to kiss the tip of your nose. “Remember when you made Topper cry during basketball?”

“I was twelve, Rafe,” You groan. “And he didn’t catch the ball.”

“And you yelled at him at recess, I know, I remember all of it.” He can’t stop the laughter that tumbles from his lips. “I wouldn’t mess with you mamas.”

“Shut the fuck up,” You pout, shoving at his shoulder.

bro

can we get ice cream when ur done w class

i’ll buy

rafael (affectionate): bro

rafael (affectionate): yes we can

rafael (affectionate): ur not buying tho

fuck u

yes i am

As soon as Rafe is done with class, he texts you, and the two of you meet at your favorite spot for ice cream. Rafe grabs the corner booth while you go up to order both of your favorites. He’d shoved his wallet in your hand before letting you go up, but it’s at the bottom of your purse now—your card already in your hand.

Once you have both ice cream orders, you walk to the table, a smug smile on your face. Instead of taking the seat across from him, you slide into the booth he’s in, nuzzling up against his side.

“Thank you.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before starting on his ice cream. You rest your head on his shoulder while he tells you something that happened in his chem lab that day.

Eventually, the bell above the door dings, catching your attention. Save for you and Rafe, it’s been empty, and you’re a little curious.

Familiar voices fill your ears and you’re putting it together, the wide-eyed look on Rafe’s face being the final piece of the puzzle.

Kelce and Topper. Fuck.

“What the fuck?” Kelce mumbles, meeting your gaze.

“Hey guys,” You cough out, waving awkwardly.

“Y’all were hanging out without us?” Topper asks sadly.

“No Top, ya fucking idiot.” Kelce sighs, running his hand over his face. “They’re together. Like dating.”

“Well, I—” You pipe up, in attempt to cover yourself.

Kelce raises an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”

You drop your head. “No.”

Kelce sighs, dropping into the booth.

“Are you mad?” Rafe wonders.

“No.” Kelce shakes his head. “Y’all are my best friends and I want you to be happy.” He looks at Topper who nods in agreement. “However, I have a couple of ground rules.”

“Rules? Kelce you’re not my dad, you can’t—”

“Hush,” He scolds. “As I was saying, no sex while we’re in the house—”

“Uhh,” Rafe chokes out, cheeks blooming bright red.

“Shut up.” You hiss, elbowing his side lightly.

“Ew, what the fuck?” Topper complains.

“And if Rafe hurts ____, we’re kicking his ass.”

“What?” Rafe exclaims. “You really think I’ll hurt her? We’ve all been friends forever, I’m not gonna—”

“Rafe.” This time it’s Topper who cuts him off. “I don’t give a literal shit that we’re all friends, if you break her heart, we’ll drop you so fast it’ll make your head spin.”

“Jesus.” You mutter under your breath.

“Understand?” Kelce asks.

“Yes.” Rafe answers.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes sir.”

A bout of laughter spills from your lips before you can stop it. “Come on Kelce, that’s enough. Now both of you, get the fuck out of here.”

Topper grins sheepishly, sliding out of the booth, Kelce right behind him.

“Remember what we said.” Kelce says, smiling, despite his serious words. He grabs your cup of ice cream, scooping some into his mouth before he and Topper exit the store.

“Fucking idiots.” You groan, leaning your head back against the seat.

“Hey, at least I don’t have to do this in secret anymore.”

“Do what?”

“C’mere.” And then his lips are on yours.

pairing ➵ luke castellan x fem reader

wordcount ➵ 755

content warnings ➵ angst, hurt no comfort (does this count as hurt no comfort?) implication of intercourse, makeouts w luke!!!

luke’s pov!! 💝

LIFE AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD WAS MISERABLE to say the least.

Luke watched as young teenage boys and girls, almost always younger than him, journeyed on quests their pathetic excuses of parents couldn’t be bothered with on their own.

He watched as they came back, eyes shadowed over with grief. Bodies weighed down by a fortnight of constant battle and little to no sleep.

He watched as sometimes they didn’t.

Solemn news raced across the camp as the words of a fallen friend made its way back home.

Life at Camp Half-Blood was miserable.

Well, until he met you.

It was a typical sunny morning, the scorching heat of the sun tanning the skins of the youths.

He was spilling his water bottle over his head onto his bright tufts and down his shimmering, golden skin for relief.

When he shook the water from his hair he glanced across the camp, and somehow, as if by fate, his eyes found you.

He hadn’t seen you before today. He was sure he’d remember the way your beauty seemingly rendered him speechless. You sat laughing with a few Aphrodite kids—perhaps your siblings? Silena was sitting closest to you on your right, and Drew was on your other side. He surveyed as you all giggled, eyes mischievously filled with gossip.

How had you flown under his radar? Your laugh ringing in the wind, cheeks puffed out from the action. Your orange camp shirt was tied up in a makeshift crop top, pink beaded bracelets tied onto your arms. He didn’t know whether you had makeup on, or if Aphrodite kids were just that naturally beautiful.

When you get up with Silena and Drew (he assumes are your sisters) he takes in the rest of your outfit. A tight jean skirt adorned your hips. The fabric accessorized with jewels. It was short—a little too short.

He let his pink clouded gaze memorize your figure. The soft skin of your legs taking up his eyes. He was hooked on the way your hips swayed side to side, a bit sensually for a teenage girl to be honest, but he didn’t mind.

Luke’s a great deal of embarrassed and practically feels the definition of creep when he stares back up to your face and makes eye contact with three, cabin ten girls that have their mouths slack open from his not so well disguised eye fucking.

He sees you close in on yourself, expression guarded when he tries to reclaim control of this awkward situation by sending you one of his Luke Castellan, the most popular camper, smiles.

Silena squeals, and punches your shoulder. Sending him a flirty wave with flicks of her fingers. Drew does the same and they bump your hip to follow suit. Undoubtedly doing what Aphrodite kids do best—matchmaking.

The next time he sees you, he detects you don’t actually need your sisters pushes to do something. Your long, manicured nails drag down his forearm and you slide your soft hand into his. Pulling him along to the quiet, deserted woods of the night.

He lets you shove him into a tree, momentarily stunting him from the aggressiveness of it all.

Damn, Aphrodite kids sure are freaks.

He loses himself in your kisses, your touches. Soft moans taking space in the night sky.

After that? Luke and you are inseparable.

Well, at least in the night. During camp hours you guys usually avoid having to encounter one another. It’s not like he’s ashamed of you, and vice versa. He loves what you two have. And he wants to keep the sweetness of it all to himself for just a little longer.

Especially when he has you beneath him, backside covered in the dirt from nature’s floor. You’re writhing under him, asking him to do anything and everything to you.

He likes the way your hand touches his scar, hesitantly moving up to kiss it sugarly.

“You’ll always be everything to me.” You had panted, lips rosy colored and raw.

So why is that now, as you're staring him down in a clash of bronze swords and armour.

You look at him like he’s nothing to you.

He didn’t understand why you chose Camp Half-Blood over him. Over your Luke Castellan. The Gods were irresponsible and immature. Luke couldn’t keep pondering over all his sparks of anger in rants of the camp, and Olympus—did it really not clue you in on his nasty resentment to the olympians?

Life away from Camp Half-Blood is miserable.

Even more so away from you.

© kisscastellan | all rights reserved

Season of the Witch | JJ Maybank x reader

Prompts: “It’s Halloween; everyone’s entitled to one good scare.” and “Shh, I’m Googling sex spells.”

It's for @ijustreallylovethem 's Halloween writing challenge!

*english is not my first language

A/n: I loved writing for this challenge! I hope i did an okay job lol

Warnings: swearing and a quick mention of blood and bones, it also stopped making sense halfway through lol

Wc: 1.9k

You weren't supposed to be here.

Last night Kiara invited you to the Halloween party some people from the cut were throwing, it was going to be at an abandoned house and according to Kiara, everyone was going. You told her you couldn't because you had a history test that week and your parents wouldn't let you out.

You were lying. You just didn't want to come. Usually, you enjoyed parties, even if it was just to sit there and watch everyone have fun, having the pogues to talk was enough. But lately, you've been exhausted. You had to search for a job to help your parents at home, and you haven't had a good night of sleep since.

Not to mention you weren't the biggest Halloween fan. You enjoyed the candies and decorated houses. However, horror movies were not your thing, neither were the pranks JJ liked to pull on you during halloween week.

When you said you weren't coming, Kiara went in search of your weakness. JJ. He could ask you anything and you'd happily oblige. It was that annoying smile on his face that you loved so much. How could you say no to that?

Now, here you were. Freezing because you thought your pumpkin sweater would be enough - apparently, it wasn't - and almost sleeping on the old - and dusty - couch.

"Y/n Y/n Y/n!" JJ came running your way "you need to see this!" he grabbed your hand, attempting to pull you from the couch. you didn't move "come on!" he exclaimed, jumping in front of you.

"what is it I need to see?"

"if you get your lazy ass up I'll show you." You rolled your eyes but stood up to follow him.

Maybe it'd bring some fun to this tedious night.

You both made your way through the crowd. Everyone was wearing some type of costume, even if it was just a simple devil's horn, but you were impressed with the people who went all out and came with complete costumes.

Moments ago a guy with a bee costume tried to hit on you. It worked as good entertainment for a few minutes.

JJ on the other hand wasn't wearing a costume, I mean, he said he came as John B, but it didn't count, he only threw one of jb's shirts on.

You weren't wearing a costume either.

"where are we going JJ?" you whined

"wait..." you passed through some people hooking up on a very very old table, you scrunched up your face, but kept walking "here"

He stopped in front of a door. It was painted red and brought a bad feeling, making chills run up your spine.

"what's in there?" you quietly asked

"the basement" he made an oooh sound and you eyed him questionably.

"I'm not going in there"

"yes, you are"

"no, no I'm not" you hated basements, and on a Halloween night? even more. you've watched - because JJ made you - too many horror movies to know that that's how you die.

Once, as a kid, you got trapped in your aunt's basement. It was a hot summer day and your cousins decided to play hide and seek. You were the youngest and they rarely invited you to play so when they asked you immediately said yes.

You ended up locked in the dark basement for three hours until an adult got home.

Now, when you think back to that day, you can't believe how innocent you were.

"C'mon, y/n/n!" he whined while grabbing your left arm and shaking it. You stood still "you're no fun, you know that?"

"yep" you popped the p.

JJ did his famous puppy dog eyes.

"Jesus" you rolled your eyes "why do you want me to go down there huh?"

"I already told you."

"No, you did not."

"Just- come with me and you'll see."

"Is this some kind of prank?" You eye him suspiciously.

"No, babe, I swear to god!" He tugged on your arm "c'mon!"

"Okay okay" a satisfied smile on his face.

"Don't worry, I'll protect you." He smirked.

"You better." You replied, patting his left shoulder, waiting patiently as he slowly opened the door. "What're you doing?"

"Suspense" he whispered moving his free hand randomly in the air, fully opening the door.

Going down the stairs was a nightmare for you. Were you really becoming one of the stupid characters that go towards the danger?

"Tadah" JJ said after turning the light on, his arms opened and a smile on his face.

"What am I supposed to see here?" You questioned, looking around.

"How blind are you?" He said before holding both sides of your face in his hands and turning your head towards the far corner of the room.

Your eyes wined before you spoke, "what the hell is that?"

"Probably a..." he paused "satanic ritual happened here" he whispered in your ear, making you roll your eyes again, although deep inside your soul was shaking in fear.

"Ha. Ha. Super funny, J." you scrunched up your nose "I know you put that in there"

"No, I did not" he feigned offense.

"So who did it?"

He took a second to think "a witch!" He exclaimed.

You weren't going to say it out loud but it freaked you out.

You cautiously eyed the weird stuff on the ground. Some bones, probably fake - at least you hope so - a creepy doll with buttons on its eyes - he most definitely got that idea from Coraline, the movie you watched together and was enough to make you unable to sleep alone for a whole week.

It was so obvious just JJ trying to scare you, only the rational part of your brain wasn't working properly.

Inside your head, your brain was screaming for you to run.

You're not the bravest person. A shadow is enough to scare you. And JJ knew that, that's why you won't tell him you're scared. That's probably what he wants. His Halloween prank wouldn't work.

Not this time.

Suddenly, the lights went off and the door shut closed, causing you to let out the loudest scream of your life.

"JJ! JJ this is not funny!" you closed your eyes and didn't dare move an inch, scared you might trip into a monster.

Of course, it wouldn't happen, still, it's not like you can think clearly right now. Your thoughts were running wild and you felt like crying, there was enough stress in your life already.

You should've stayed home.

"Boo!" and you screamed again, jumping and then tripping on your feet, stumbling back and going straight to the floor.

And then, you heard JJ laughing.

"you're an asshole!" you heard him walk somewhere, a couple of seconds of silence, apart from JJ trying to hold his laugh, and finally, the lights were on again.

"Oh c'mon! It's Halloween, everyone is entitled to one good scare," he smirked.

You were still on the floor, giving him a death glare "by the end of tonight you'll be girlfriendless."

"what?! But I didn't do anything wrong!" he moved his hand to his chest feigning innocence.

Your face contorted into one of annoyance but, it soon went away. feigning nonchalance, you stood up, turning your back to JJ and going towards the stairs, far away from your boyfriend and the weird witch stuff.

"Watch your back, Maybank." You said in the most threatening way possible. JJ only scoffed, a smirk still evident on his lips.

You made your way up the stairs, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible, however, it didn't happen.

The door was locked.

"Open the door." You demanded

"I don't have the keys"

"You what?"

"I. Don't. Have-"

"Okay okay, I get it" you sighed "tell JB or Pope or whoever you got into this stupid prank to open the door" he only shrugged his shoulders. On any other day, you and JJ would be all over each other, unfortunately, your mood wasn't the best right now, so it wouldn't happen.

"Don't know what you're talking about." You huffed, annoyed at your boyfriend. He knew you weren't in the Halloween spirit, and he still went on with this.

You turned around, back facing the door, both your hands in your hips and you eyed JJ deep in his soul.

A staring contest.

You were the best at it. You and JJ had a rule, the moment one of you disagreed on something or got into a stupid argument and were tired of arguing you'd start a staring contest. Obviously, you only did it in not serious situations.

It was almost two minutes and your eyes were burning, this time you were going to lose, and JJ noticed how you were struggling to keep your eyes open, smirking with satisfaction.

You looked down at his lips and blinked

"AHA you lost!" JJ screamed in victory, his smile super big on his face. You also grinned, not being able to hold your annoyed face for too long. JJ was just too good at making you smile, his smile being enough to change your whole mood. You rolled your eyes at it, still smiling.

Fuck this boy and his cute smile.

"I love you sweets but, you lost." His hands in the air "and I won." A silence set itself around the room "Maybe we could...?" he gazed at the couch.

"Nope" you answered, knowing exactly what he was implying.

"Please?!" He pouted

"No" you shook your head

"Why not?" He whined

"Keep talking and I'll cut your tong off"

"You won't, you love my tong too much." he winked and you tried to hold your laugh back to no avail.

"Shut up." you waved him off, still unable to hide the obvious grin.

After a while in silence - you still on the stairs and JJ lying on the couch - you see JJ pull something out of his pocket.

Taking a better glance at it, you realized it was his phone.

"What?" JJ jumped at your loud voice "you had your phone the whole time?!"

"Yeah"

You angrily stood up and went towards him, trying to snatch the phone from his hands, he quickly turned around, keeping his phone between him and the couch.

You began to scratch and pull his arm, but he wasn't faltering.

"JJ," you said lowly "JJ JJ JJ JJ JJ-" he only hummed. "JJ, please! Call someone."

"Can't," he shook his head "there's no signal here." His face still on his phone and his body covering what he was doing. "Weird right?"

"Lie!" You exclaimed, "I saw you using google." You pointed at his phone, he rolled his eyes "what were you doing?"

“I was Googling sex spells.” you gave him a straight face "What? Want to make something out of this so unexpected situation," he said, smirking.

"J, call someone."

"You're no fun"

"yeah yeah, you already said that" you smiled softly "now will you please call someone, baby?" You attempted once again, doing the sweetest voice you could.

"I'm not sure..."

"Then I won't give you the surprise I had planned for tonight... after the party"

"Kie!" He yelled, running towards the stairs "You can open the door now."

Before you could get to the door he put himself in your way. His lips on a pout and asked

"Forgive with a kiss?"

"I'll think about that, Maybank." You patted his shoulder, finally making your way out of the basement.

A/n: I love JJ, and like I have good ideas for him, I just don't know how to execute them well lol anyways, hope it was worth the read :) if you enjoyed please consider leaving a like and reblogging 💙

this is the best superman fic i’ve ever read…

(arranged marriage, smallville, old kansas au, reader cheats with superman unaware it’s clark, omg clark is just a sweetheart here LOVE IT YUM, nsfw)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61503487/chapters/157628683#chapter_4_endnotes

dumbification (kinda); riding; MDNI 18+ w/ RODRICK HEFFLEY

rodrick gets lost when you ride him. no, not lost as much as distracted.

it's a little comical, really. it's mostly flattering when you watch his eyes focus completely on your tits. but it's also a little funny. there were times where you held back laughter when rodrick's mouth would go slack, his plump lips still glistening from your lip gloss, drool leaking from the corner. he was a big drooler, you knew that. you had the evidence from the nap the two of you had taken earlier still resting on your sternum, right between the things he couldn't keep his eyes—or hands—off of.

you wouldn't call him dumb (at least to his face) in most circumstances, but he tends to get really dumb when you ride him. you've told him as such, cooing down at him as you tipped his chin up with a gentle pull from your pointer finger.

"you've gone dumb on me?" you asked him, your voice more sultry than even you thought you could muster. and it sent him off the deep end. his eyes fluttered shut, and his head tipped all the way back. you actually think he whined, and the stroke to your ego was almost as big as his orgasm.

Rawrkki's sims cc dump

Hello eveyonee!

the time has finally come to showcase my sims cc collection that i promised you all. this is all the cc i have collected from july - september. it has taken me ages to put this all together so thank you for your patience :D

Hair ::

dahlia hair , jenn hair , silas hair , helia hair , helena hair , farah buns , suki hair , cassandra hair , page braids , aventia hair , bordeaux hair , byrdie bun , haven hair set , queenie hair , julie and cassie hairs , katniss braid , flowers bun , lucia bun , rachel hair , rin hair , futaba hair , laura ponytail , henrietta hair , gladys hair , libby hair , cassie hair , bonnie hair , funke hair , the curls collection , hye hair , nia hair , camille hair , iris hair , meiko hair , alexa hair , eylen hair set , bellatrix hair , gia hair

Sets ::

(g)i-dle - tomboy set , the downtown collection , romantic pajama set , y2k style set , the solstice collection , the scream collection , winter essentials , year of the rabbit , affection set , girlieZ collection , juicy tracksuit , fairy grunge lookbook , sweetie set , the mimosa collection , meadow winds set , vellichor set , nostalgia set , the thrift set , the gossip collection , bohemian child set , karaoke set , secret society collection , lovebirds set , sunday nights collection , senior year collcetion , kumikya sweater collection , agos dress , neve set , cyber cargos , brand new set , random top collection , silky dress , luna leggings , ankle biter set , bizochito set , recolor dump (you'll have to find the meshes yourself sorryyy) , sunny skies , star collection , baby doll top , skirt collection , fold down pants , band tees , silly shirts , stripes bikinis

Makeup ::

nya eyeliner , gyaru gals , spiderlike eyeliner , graphic liner set , countess set , sour fruits set , sophia lipstick , bad bixch eyeliners , pastel y2k collection , eyeshadow n212 , sukeban eyeshadow , starliner , magbay eyeliners , nose graphic liner

Presets ::

elven ear presets , nose presets , mouth presets ,

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Thank you all for being so patient, and im sososo sorry this took sooo long to make, ive been having some personal problems so that has taken away a huge chunk of my time. There is more i couldve included but honestly this wouldnt have ever made it out of the drafts if i tried to add all of that. If you want to see some more mods ive collected, my pinterest where everything is here: :D Thank you again for all the support, and hopefully some new content should be out soon for you guys!

Love you alll

-Atlas

can u do 13 & 48 w elliot?

pulling your lover closer by the waistband

a kiss that lasts longer than it should

-

It was supposed to be quick goodbye kiss before going home, but as you were kissing in the foyer, Elliot had pulled you closed by waistband of your jeans, pulling your bodies flush together. A small, breathy gasp left your lips when he rolled his hips against you.

Elliot's cousin was out and you were thankful. You didn't want her to witness her horny cousin humping you. It would be embarrassing - for you and her.

You knew what he wanted, but you couldn’t git it to him. Your curfew was in fifteen minutes and you had already lied to your parents about a school project with Rue - there was no school project. You couldn’t risk her calling the Bennetts’ to check if you were on your way. 

''I gotta go, baby,'' you said with a pout, breaking from your boyfriend's lips.

He whined and kissed your jaw, trailing down your neck. ''Just one more minute.''

You giggled and tangled your fingers in his blond curls, staying for a few more kisses.

-

Tag-list:  @milkiane  @euphoricfeminine

Elliot tag-list: @adashipsjegulus @lovesanimals0000  @ellyskey @barbietiingz

BABY CUPID; rafe cameron

summary: your little sister decides to play cupid for you and the boy you’re seated with.

warnings: mentions of panic attacks || gif credits to @whumpypepsigal

word count: 1644

author’s note: this has been in my idea outlines for months now since i’ve read this certain twitter thread.

rafe would pay to be anywhere but here.

if it wasn’t for his stupid father, and his stupid business, and his stupid people-pleasing complex, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this stupid economy flight to the bahamas.

there was still at least a few minutes before the plane takes off and rafe tries to compose himself as he counts his deep breaths.

“what’s our number?” your little sister asked as you tighten your grip around her legs. you were carrying her and your bags as you tried to look for your seats. “25f, millie.”

“oh, there!” she pointed at the row a few meters away. “there’s a boy in my seat.” millie frowned as she eyed the guy by the window seat.

“a very cute boy,” you mumbled, walking towards your booked seats.

millie snapped her head towards you, her face scrunched up in a scowl.

rafe only looked up from the window when he saw you mount your bags on top of the compartment above you. the little girl you were with had a frown on her face when she saw where he was seated. you offered him a small smile as you lowered her in between your seats.

he watched as you sat down with a relieved sigh. the little girl kneeled down on her seat and cupped her hands around your ear, promptly whispering something to you.

you carefully say her back down properly and placed on her seatbelt as the pilot announced that you were ready for take-off. “well, i did tell you that we shouldn’t have waited in line for your waffle if you wanted the window seat.”

rafe pretended that he wasn’t listening when the girl looked at him. instead, he busied himself with his seatbelt as the plane started moving.

as soon as the plane was in the air, you grabbed your earphones and plugged them into your phone. you turned to face your sister, giving her the stuffed bunny in her bag. “i’m gonna take a nap, okay? be good for me.”

“okay.” she nodded her head, fiddling with the bunny’s ear as you placed the sleeping mask over your eyes.

rafe let out a shaky breath as he gripped on the armrests. he wasn’t about to have a panic attack with a literal kid beside him. that would seem pathetic as he watched her play with her toy.

he was quite sure that he was about to burst into tears when she suddenly spoke up. “i’m going to talk to you randomly so you need to be prepared, okay?”

rafe snapped his head towards the kid looking up at him, letting out a confused hum. “what?”

“my name is millie, and this is da vinci,” she introduced herself and her stuffed bunny. “what’s your name?”

“i- uh, rafe,” he hesitated, looking over at you then at millie before turning to look back out the window, when she started talking again. she wasn’t lying when she said she would talk to him randomly.

“oh, that’s a nice name.” millie smiled up at him. “my sister thinks you’re cute, mr. rafe.”

“i- wha-?” rafe furrowed his eyebrows. he wasn’t even able to get his question out when she opened her mouth again.

“hey, rafe, do you know what everyone should do when they get on the plane?” millie asked, trying to get a peek through the window.

“what?” rafe finally asked, wanting to humor her.

“thank the wright brothers.” she shrugged. rafe watched in amusement as the little girl clasped her tiny hands together and whispered, “thank you, wright brothers.”

“uhm, yeah,” rafe chuckled, feeling the tightness of his chest ease up. “thank you, wright brothers.”

“ooohh! this is a very nice ring,” she grabbed his left hand before dropping it suddenly. “oopsies, boundaries. i’m sorry,”

“nah, it’s okay.” he smiled, offering her his hand. millie hesitantly took it in her small ones and fiddled with the ring on his finger.

“i think it’s really pretty, but you should draw a smiley face in the middle,” she suggested, tracing the gold ring with her tiny finger.

“that’s a good idea, i might just do that.” rafe nodded in agreement. the both of them got into meaningless conversations, varying from different topics in the span of a few minutes.

rafe felt himself calm down completely in the presence of the little girl. he forgot all about his existent fear as she chattered his ear off with random facts and stories.

as soon as she heard the wheels of the cart, she immediately perked up. “oh, good timing, i was getting hungry.”

the flight attendant chuckled. “what can i get for you, sweetheart?”

“uhm,” she tapped her chin in thought. “oh! can i have those free cookies and chocolate milk, please? and uhm, i think my sister would also like that once she wakes up.” she said, before turning to look at rafe. “what about you, mr. rafe?”

“i’ll take the cookies and a cup of coffee, thanks.” he smiled.

“mr. rafe would take the cookies and the cup of coffee.” she repeated, grinning up at the lady as she handed her the cookies and drinks. “thank you!”

rafe sighed in relief as he took a sip of the warm beverage. he placed his own snacks on the tray table and helped mille pull down hers.

“we should watch a movie.” she suggested, grabbing her ipad from her bag.

“sure,” rafe agreed, watching as she scrolled through the number of choices in her downloads. she paused at one point, letting the princess and the frog load as she offered rafe the other bud of her earphones.

another hour later, you slowly stirred from your mini siesta, groaning at the feeling of your stiff neck as you stretched a bit.

“oh, good, you’re awake,” millie looked at you before returning her gaze at rafe, who was taking photos of the sunrise from above. “rafe and i took a lot of goofy pictures while you were asleep, we’re taking pretty sun pictures now.”

“keep the camera there, rafe, that way i can see out the window better.” she requested.

“who’s rafe?” you asked amidst a yawn.

“i’m rafe,” you immediately closed your mouth shut, forcing the yawn back as rafe offered you his hand to shake.

“oh, hi,” you ran a hand through your hair to make sure it was decent-looking as the other shook his. “i’m y/n.”

rafe smiled softly as he gave you a once over. despite the messy hair and wrinkled clothes, he thinks that you’re the most beautiful stranger he’s ever laid eyes on.

the both of you only snapped out of your gazing when the plane shifted and millie spoke up. “they’re tilting us so we can see better! how nice.”

you and rafe exchanged amused chuckles because the plane definitely wasn’t turning, only giving you a better view.

the captain spoke up, informing all of you that the plane was about to land in a few minutes. you buckled in your sister’s before yours as she tries to keep herself from practically bouncing on her seat.

rafe kept his eyes on you and your sister when he slowly felt his chest tighten. he placed a harsh grip on both of the armrests, trying to direct his attention on the two girls who made his flight bearable.

“we’re going down!” millie exclaimed, and you had to slap your hand on her mouth when the lady in front of you jolted out of her sleep at the sudden cry of your sister. rafe had a soft smile on his face when he felt her tiny hand unconsciously grab onto his, watching as you profusely apologized to the poor spooked lady.

“i feel so lucky that i got to sit by you, rafe,” millie smiled up at him.

rafe felt his heart warm up at the words of the little girl. he gave her hand a small squeeze as he replied, “me, too,”

you and millie were accompanied by rafe up until the baggage claim after your sister begged you to let him come with you, her quick attachment to the boy making it hard for you to compromise on your current situation.

“why can’t he come with us, y/n/n?” she pouted, staying over at rafe’s side instead of yours.

“i think mr rafe has some business he needs to attend to, love,” you smiled sadly, crouching down to look at her. “maybe you’ll get to see him again next time.”

“i mean, i can always fit you guys into my schedule during my visit.” rafe offered. “millie’s a sweet girl, and quite frankly, she, uh, helped me today with my issues with planes.”

“plus, a little birdie told me that you found her seatmate incredibly handsome.” he added, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“i didn’t- i never said-“ you huffed, throwing your arms lightly in the air.

“it’s fine, s’alright.” he assured you, as he grabbed his phone from his pocket. “i best believe that her seatmate found you really cute, too. especially when you were sleeping.”

“creep!” you laughed, grabbing the phone from him and punched in your number.

“what’s happening, i don’t understand what’s happening.” millie whined, switching her attention from you and rafe.

“i guess you and rafe could have another playdate.” you told her, fastening her backpack properly.

“how about you? will you and rafe have a date?” she wiggled her eyebrows at you mischievously.

“oh i-“

“well we-“

you and rafe looked at each other. he raised an eyebrow at you inquisitively. “i mean, i’d love to take you out on a date… if you want?”

“i’d like that.” you smiled at him.

“yes!” millie cheered, pumping her arm in the air. “i don’t know about you guys but i think i’d do a great job as cupid.”

Can you write smthn where Elliot plays truth or dare with the reader and finds out she’s a virgin and fucks her and he’s very gentle and praises her? With aftercare too if u can😭 thank youu <33

Hell yes! I'm so sorry this took so long to be written, darling. But I hope you enjoy it <3.

Somewhere in the Haze

Pairing: Elliot x Reader

Word Count: 2,063

Warnings: Smut (Fingering, Oral: Fem! Receiving, Shower Sex), First time for the reader, Praise, Smoking, Toxic Friends

A/N: This was such a cute request! I really hope you guys enjoy it! Feel free to send in more requests!

Love you darlings, xx Lilac.

“Was it your turn or mine, y/n?” Elliot asked, passing me the joint.

“Your turn,” I smiled, taking a puff and coughing senselessly. He just laughed and handed me his water bottle.

“You’re so bad at that, y/n,” he laughed as I pushed him away and smacked his arm.

Our hangouts have always been something else. We’d smoke and laugh together for hours, but it was a very different story at school. I had my own social circle of shitty guys I hung out with and pretty girls who were vain and trite. But I enjoyed the debauchery that they brought. I enjoyed hanging out with people who drank, went to wild parties, and were all fucking like rabbits…even if I wasn’t. It made me feel alive, less alone, and away from my own personal hell of insecurity and the perpetual sadness of teenage girls.

I must have been quiet for a few seconds because before I knew it, I could feel Elliot nudge me to listen to him. 

“Truth or dare?” he asked, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth and licking his lips. 

“Truth.”

“Don’t get mad at me, I’m just really curious. Which one of those guys has the best dick?”

I had to do a double-take at his question. He was asking about those same shitty guys I hung out with. They were all on various sports teams and were a little touchy with the way they interacted with me. I’m not surprised he thought I was fucking them.

“I wouldn’t know.”

“Wait, you don’t hook up with them?”

“No, why would I be hooking up with them?”

“I just figured that’s the reason you don’t really talk to me at school.”

I moved closer to him, brushing my fingertips against his arm.

“You know I would never purposely do that to you. I’ve known them my whole life and it’s just hard to step away from them. Plus, Lukas hates you for some reason and I just didn’t want to push it. I realize that makes me sound like an asshole.”

“You know he likes you, right?”

“How would you know that, Elliot?” I questioned, taking the joint from him again and watching the red embers of the tip.

“Don’t shoot the messenger; he just talks about wanting to “rail you” all the time in the locker room.”

“Well, I don’t want him to “rail me”. Not how I imagined my first time.”

“Wait, you’re a virgin?”

I laughed, pulling at my ear lobe with my nervousness. Elliot knew that was a habit of mine, and gently pulled my hand away. He placed it in his own hands, the sides of our knees touching as we sat together on the floor of his room.

“Yeah, I am,” I said after a couple of minutes of awkward silence and a sudden rise in tension. 

“Your turn,” he said, getting up from the floor to get the pack of mint gum on his dresser. That stupid mint gum that he was always chewing. To be entirely honest, it turned me on watching the way his jaw flexed with each motion but I wouldn’t dare to tell him that. We’re just friends who occasionally do whatever this is together.

“Truth or dare?”

“Truth, I’m feeling honest today,” he laughed, plopping on his bed. 

“Um, how many girls have you fucked?”

“2 and a half.”

“What makes up a half?” I laughed, looking up at him from the floor.

“Well, the first girl, I came in 3 seconds. You can laugh if you want,” he said, smiling as he saw me trying to hide my giggles.

“How about the two other girls?”

“Well, it was never anything special. I don’t think I felt super invested in our relationships.”

I just nodded. 

“Where’d your mind go?” he laughed, noticing myself going quiet.

“Nowhere,” I lied, smiling. 

“Sure, y/n,” he said, dragging out the sound of the e.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell me how you think about your first time then?” he questioned, shifting in his bed and patting on the covers for me to come.

Fuck.

I got up and lay down next to him. I was close enough to smell his cologne but far enough to not fall too deep in the lavender haze that has been trying to pull me in for quite some time now.

“I just want it to be nice. Not really into “railing”. I don’t know,” I smiled, my nervousness and embarrassment being so obvious I wanted to melt into a puddle. 

“Hey, you don’t have to feel embarrassed or anything. It’s just us.”

Good God. I really didn’t know what was coming over me, because before I knew it, I felt a rush of heat run over my body. 

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” he replied, looking up at the ceiling, not noticing my eyes panning over his entire presence.

“I dare you to fuck me,” I whispered, hoping he wouldn’t really hear me. But he did.

“You really want that,” he said lightly, turning to face me on the bed.

I shook my head, yes, smiling at his grin.

“Words, y/n.”

“Yes, I want you to fuck me. Please.”

“I’ll do something a little better than that,” he remarked as he pulled me into a kiss. It was light, gentle, and sugary sweet. His hands mapped over my body in a light hover, and the shudders I released at the feelings of his cold hands and my nervousness were always soothed. 

He pulled me up, attaching my fingers to the hem of his shirt. I was eager to take it off, admiring the way his skin looked golden with the warm color of the lamp.

“You sure this is okay?” he asked, finger grazing against my abdomen and the skin poking out of my raised-up shirt.

“Yes,” I smiled, watching him take off my shirt and bra.

“What feels good?” he asked, fingers tracing figure eight around my bare waist. 

“Can you just keep kissing me and touching me?” I asked.

It wasn’t like I didn’t know what people were supposed to do during sex. I heard enough stories from my friends. But all of that was washed out and I just wanted to follow his lead.

“Anything you want,” he replied, pulling off my jeans and doing the same to himself. We were just two people, only covered by the cloth of our underwear, making out in such lightness.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he mutters into my mouth as his hands cup my breasts and moves down to the ache between my legs. 

“Do you ever finger yourself?” he asked, feeling the wet spot on my underwear. 

“Yes,” I reply, a breathy and low moan escaping my mouth with the feeling of him brushing against my aching clit.

“I want you to,” I say, moving my underwear off and smiling at the grin on his face. 

“Good girl,” he praised, moving his hands lower and sliding his fingers down my fold, collecting my slick before teasing my entrance with two fingers. I had to give myself a second to adjust to it because his hands are much bigger than mine. But the light pain felt good with each of his slow movements. My eyes were closed, but when I felt his finger move out of me, my eyes were met with the sight f his fingers in his mouth tasting me.

“God, y/n. You taste so good,” he praised, his mouth moving lower between my thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his hands on my inner thighs as his eyes met me from below.

“Yes, how are you so good at all of this?” I laughed, noticing how his moves were all so meticulously drawn out. And the tension between him and me felt like it was fading into both of us. 

“I’ve thought about this for some time now,” he confessed, but before I could respond, I felt his mouth latch onto my clit and suck at the aching bud.

“Oh, my god,” I sighed, reaching down to rake my fingers through his hair. He hummed into me in a response, never looking away from my eyes with each lick.

 “Good girl,” he chuckled, as he got up, noticing my blissed-out face getting so ready to cum. But he wasn’t going to let it all go so easily. I watched him take his underwear off, skillfully placing the condom. 

My smile was so obvious, but I was scared shitless. It’s easy to adjust to fingers, but I was nervous about how it would feel for someone to actually be inside of me.

“I’ll go slow,” he said, moving closer to me and placing reassuring kisses all along my neck, “tell me if you want me to stop.”

He held his weight above me, my fingers assisting him as he slowly slid inside me. He waited for a second, letting me adjust to his length as he placed his hand behind my head, picking it up so our eyes could meet. 

He moved at such a slow pace, but it still felt deep and pleasurable, hitting spots I didn’t even know could feel so good. My mouth just stayed agape as breathy moans spilled out.

“You’re doing so good for me,” he whispered into my ear, picking up the pace slightly, as my legs wrapped around his waist.

“Elliot,” I moaned, squeezing each time as I felt his hips hit against mine. 

“I love hearing your pretty moans,” kissing me and smiling into my mouth

My stomach feels like the knots inside it are unraveling slowly, ready to unravel completely with desire for him. All I  can do is keep moaning his name, begging for something I’m not even sure I knew what I wanted. 

“You feel so good,” I say, gripping his shoulders as each thrust intensifies my pleasure.

I’m mumbling senseless babble on how good he’s making me feel, how much I needed this, and how much I didn't know I needed him. He groans in my ear, sending another rush down.

“You’re close?” he asks breathlessly. 

I just nod frantically, my whimpers flowing out of my mouth.

“I want you to come for me, doll,” he says sweetly, still not stopping his movements. 

And that’s exactly what I do, crying out as my nails dig into his shoulders. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he mumbles. “Yes, just like. Yeah, so good for me.”

He never stops talking me through it, telling me how good I feel around him, how beautiful I look coming on his dick. 

“Cum with me,” I whisper, feeling him unravel with me, mixing up our souls.

We’re both breathing so fast as we fall down from our orgasms. Elliot is still inside of me, my fingers holding his hips against me, not wanting this to end just yet. But when he does slip out, we’re both blissed out and sweaty, smiling at each other. 

We lay down there together before he holds my hand and guides me into the bathroom.

“You should pee after sex,” he says, cleaning himself up as he waits for me.

When he’s down, he wipes me down with a wet washcloth, kissing my stomach and smiling. 

“Thank you for all of this,” I gesture, as he rings out the cloth.

“I’m serious when I said that I’ve thought about this before.”

I just smile and move closer to him. Our bodies are still naked against each other but it feels familiar.

“You want to shower after that or some water?”

“Can we shower together?” I ask, smiling slyly.

“I would be an idiot to say no to that.”

 He goes to the closet, grabbing a couple of towels before turning on the water as we both step into the shower. 

“How you feeling? I know that first times sometimes feel confusing,” he asks, the warm water hitting the both of us as we stand underneath the showerhead.

“I’m okay. Thank you for being so patient with me,” I say, wiping the water away from my eye. 

“Always,” he replies, pulling me in closer into a kiss.

That night I let him wash me clean and we lay together as two blissed-out idiots who were just realizing the feelings we had for each other.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader, slight rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: friendship makes a weird way for feelings, especially if they aren't reciprocated.

warnings: underage drinking, slight unwanted advances, angst, nsfw (18+ please)

no pogue on pogue macking. that damn rule rang through your head as you caught yourself gazing off watching the one boy, that you promised yourself you wouldn't fall for, show interest in a random tourist. Her hips swayed against his almost naturally. The connection they have looked almost more than a random hookup at a spur of the moment kegger. It was always simple for him to find some girl to latch onto to pass his time. For you, however, it was torture. what you thought was a mutual pining for one another, had shown it was more one-sided than he had led you to believe.

downing another drink seemed easier than confronting the obvious jealousy eating away inside of you. Hitting the brink of alcohol-induced amnesia could help put you into a state where you could obliviously enjoy yourself. Feeling as if you’re at will to an anonymous puppeteer. Snapping right back to the moment when you hear her sickly sweet giggle echo through the night air, laughing at his pathetic excuse for flirting. something you thought was reserved only for you.

jj wasn't one to acknowledge his feelings for a girl, instead, trading it for the convenience of quick sex that was served to him by the desperate girls who were here on vacation. not wanting to have the responsibility of having to learn more than the name he would be grunting out that night. pushing away his feelings that had been building for his best friend for years. to him, you seemed worth the trouble.

"weird to see you alone" drunkenly turning your head to see that none other than rafe cameron, king of the kooks, was taking his time to talk to you. "normally maybank is attached to your hip" he sniggered as he sipped out of a red solo cup. "he seems a bit preoccupied" you replied with a snarky tone. uncharacteristically rafe open a hand in invitation. with a confused glare, you grab it. "now this isn't me doing you a favour, I just hate maybank more than I hate you" he replied in almost response to the questions littering your mind. this catching the glances of the pogues, including the one you were hoping to.

music blaring as you wrapped around rafe to the beat, grabbing a cup out of a kooks hand and downing it to try and make this more bearable. you hated to admit it but you were having fun. almost forgetting the fact that you had a means to why you were dancing with rafe instead of with your friend group, who weren't subtle about their distaste for your current actions. minutes quickly passed as you caught yourself having a good time.

you finally pull yourself away from the group of kooks that had formed. Topper and kelce made for decent conversation as you were slipping back into sobriety. you had to get another drink, you were way too aware of what was happening, a pogue being adopted by a massive group of kooks for the night was not going to end well and you were not willing to be sober for it.

you had almost made it to the keg when a large hand grabbed your wrist, with a slight jump you turned around to see john b. "what are you doing?" he said with his voice laced with concern rather than anger. "jay had mumbled something about you and then took off to the twinkie, I have never seen him so angry or hammered." with a sigh and a blunt response promising you'd deal with it. you set off in the direction of where the van was parked. completely sobered up carrying a full cup of cheap beer.

the dark corner of the street where john b had parked made it almost impossible to see the swaying of the van. the lights were on and you swung open the sliding door. thinking you would find an angrily intoxicated jj. it was a surprise to see that in fact, he wasn't alone, his large hands wrapped around the bare back of the black-haired girl he had perched on his lap as the moans of them both had now become more apparent. almost deafening, as you stood there frozen, as you tried to process. his head lazily rolled back as he guided her to bounce on top of him.

clearing your throat after three seconds that felt like an eternity. he scrambled to cover himself, leaving his guest to try and swiftly cover her naked body. "jb thought something was wrong, seems he was misreading the situation" you turn on your heel to try to walk away from the steam-filled volks wagon, abandoning the party and making a break down the dark and lonely road.

jj scrambling to dress his lower half and trying to catch up to you, as you head back to the chateau on foot, not wanting to ruin the night for the others. "come on, wait a fucking second" ignoring him as you continued down the cold path. hurt, not upset but angry.

finally catching up to you, he placed both his hands on your waist, bringing you to a halt. using the leverage he had on your waist to force you to face him. "can you at least tell me what's got you all hot-headed" he started "did rafe not fill your needs?" he spat. at a complete loss for words, you look up to see the blue eyes you once fell in love with turn completely dark. his grip tightening on your hips. "let go" you say in barely a whisper. with that, he let go with a scoff. "I don't get why my best friend, suddenly has a problem with everything I do," he said once again with anger evident in his voice, grabbing ahold of you once again. he went to go speak again but you beat him to it, "jay you might be an idiot but I know you're not stupid, just let me go" and with that, he did. With a glimmer of sadness in his eyes at the thought of losing you for good.

and with that he had, he had lost you completely.

a/n, hiya this has been sitting in the drafts as dot points of ideas and I felt motivated enough to finally put them collectively together as a one-shot. This is my first fic in a while so go easy on me, I'm rusty. I had to write some jj angst cause that's all I'm reading currently. hope you enjoyed <3