Not Now Babe I’m Daydreaming About The Arkham Knight’s Slutty Waist And Cunty Mannerisms

It’s all about him!

I'd rather not have Yuki go anywhere near that disgusting team BUT

Me flirting: so is your bed comfy? Do you have nice blankets?

patiently awaiting the day when one of the trailers for dom’s upcoming movies comes out and all 10 of us dom stans will be throwing a party <3 i’ll provide the snacks

rafe leaves his car running, music still playing, when he comes to pick you up. he knocks on the door to your house twice, not even bothering to send you a message to come and get him since he knows you’re not on it—you’re probably applying the finishing touches to your makeup or spraying something over your styled hair. your mom gets the door, which is good—your dad isn’t always rafe’s biggest fan. he stays down there, engaging in polite small talk for a few minutes before going up the stairs to your bedroom. 

with his hand hovering above the doorknob, wondering how much time you still need and if the two of you are gonna miss your dinner reservations, he catches the sound of music blaring from your room. it’s not the usual stuff—the lana songs you play on repeat, claiming they’re rafe-coded or the oldies you listen to softly when you’re trying to relax. no, he can hear his music coming from your room, and more than that, he can hear you singing along. 

he stays like that, listening for a few more minutes, smiling to himself before turning the knob and stepping in. true to form, you’re applying another layer of shiny lip gloss, the sticky one that always makes a mess on his face and his dick.

“ak-forty to your livahhh- oh hi rafe!” you turn to great him, looking extra pleased as he comes over to your vanity and presses a kiss to your head while looking in the mirror with you.

“the hell are you listening to?” he laughs, but you can tell he’s holding back a laugh. “y’know i have the truck running, right?”

“smith and wesson…gang reppin-” you sing along again, before breaking into a fit of giggles. you finish applying your lip gloss and then set it down on the counter, adjusting your hair and humming along.

“am i a bad influence? is that what this is?” 

you turn to look up at him from your seat, pressing your hand against the collar of his polo and dragging him down into a kiss. he deepens it, wet and messy, swallowing your moan into his mouth and hand gripping the back of your neck, before he pulls you away. 

“you’re the worst influence. now my makeup is all messed up.” you turn back to the mirror, wiping the corners of your mouth and picking up your lip-liner.

“how long have you been recitin’ drake and 21?”

“you play it all the time!” you protest, half-heartedly. “it’s catchy. and it reminds me of you.” he smirks, taking a seat on your bed. 

“hurry it up or we’ll miss the reservation.” 

you roll your eyes.

“yes, dad.” you think he doesn’t notice, but he gets up from his seat and buries his head in your neck, gripping a tender piece of skin between his teeth and sucking hard. you feel it instantly, and uncomfortable wetness spreading in your panties and the familiar want tightening in your stomach. when rafe pulls away, there’s a bright, dark red mark on your neck

“rafe!” you whine, wiping the skin of his spit and observing in the mirror. your hand goes to grab the bottle of concealer already out, but he stops your wrist mid-movement. 

“nuh-uh, that’s what you get for talkin’ back.” he kisses your cheek. “now come on, i don’t wanna be late.” you comply immediately.

me!!!!!!! my song foreves

everyone wants him that was my crime, the wrong place at the right time and I break down and he’s pulling me in, in a world full of boys he’s a gentleman

i’m weak this song man

the cutest fic i’ve ever read. 🤍

new years day - cth

summary: it's the afternoon following your new year's party, and all you and calum are doing is cleaning when you find some unextpected poleroids. loosely based on ‘new years day’ by taylor swift.

pairing: calum hood x genderneutral!reader

an: from the last week, i’ve had one thing show up in tags so i’m praying this does lmao.

word count: 850

warnings: a joint, alcohol, kissing, fluff

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There's glitter on the floor after the party

Girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby

Candle wax and Polaroids on the hardwood floor

You and me from the night before

It was yours and Calum's turn, this year, to host the New Year's Party. It'd been passed around his friend group for what felt like forever, so when it came back to him, he wanted it to be a night to remember.

And, of course it was. The house was full of people - all of which enjoying themselves, and his backyard. The party ended around 4 after everyone had went home, leaving just you and him sat around a fire outiside, you on his lap, sharing a joint.

Whilst the party was great, the moring wasn't. You'd both woken up far later than usual, yet it felt like neither of you had slept at all. Luckily, by the end of the night you'd both eaten and drunk enough you werent too hungover in the morning - that felt like the only plus.

Calum had wanted to get about of bed as soon as he could to clean the house but you on the otherhand, opposed that idea entirely. You'd managed to keep him in bed an extra hour before he managed to trick you into getting up.

You had barely entered the living when you went wide eyed - anything you could possibly imagine was there, coving up your floor almost entirely. You suspected the kitchen wasnt great either, or the garden. Calum had gone to get a bin bag when you finally looked through everything on the floor: party poppers, confetti, a few lighters, and a lot of spilt drinks.

You deemed most of it was rubish so you spent the next hour of the afternoon throwing things away, stealing kisses from your boyfriend in between. Once you were finally finished, you begun taking everything to the front of the house to throw in the bins when you noticed a pile of poleroids on the counter.

You began flicking through them when you realised they must've been pusposefully left. You knew one of Calum's friends brought a poleroid camera, you just didnt expect him to use it this much on the two of you. There was just picture after picture of you and Calum, with him touching you in some way in all of them. There was one of you both you knew he'd taken - one of you and Cal kissing just before midnight, Calum holding you as tight as he could.

Your favourite though was a photo neither of you realised was taken. You were stood there, drink in hand, talking to a friend you couldnt quite make out, with Calum stood next of you, arm tightened around you, and his gaze soley on you. It was a look that you couldn't possibly fake; he just looked completely entranced and in love with you.

You put them in your back pocket and carried on, carrying the bin bags out front. You put them in the right bins before trodding back inside on a mission to find Calum.

You found him inide on the sofa, legs kicked up on the coffee table, and beer bottle in hand. He looked up, gesturing towards you to take a seat next to him. "Taking a break, darling, you comin'?"

You nodded, sitting next to him, him immediately placing one arm above your shoulders. You began resting your head on his shoulder and resting your feet by his in retaliation.

You reached into your back pocket again, pulling out the poleroids, "found these just now, what'd y'think?"

He took them from you, passing you the beer in replacemnt, watching you take a swig. He flicked through them, pausing on a few to admire them. He picked out one, pointing it towards you. It was a photo of you stood up by a wall, Calum stood behind you, his hands on your waist, "y'look really pretty in this one."

You hummed as a reply, leaning further into him so you could catch his movements as he flicked through the rest of the photos. He paused on one further towards the back - the same one you had before.

"Love this one, could just stare at you for hours." He carried on looking at the last few, keeping that held to the front. "Wanna put both of these on the fridge, y'just look too good, baby."

You laughed, taking them out of his hands to have a further look at them, "'kay, only if we get the one of you stood at the door on there too - you look so hot in that one. Oh, and the one of us kissing."

He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, tightening his arm around you. "Course, baby, whatever you want." He placed the photos onto the arm of the sofa, pulling you up to straddle his lap.

He pressed a firm kiss to your lips, holding you down onto him, "happy new years, baby."

But don't read the last page

But I stay when you're lost, and I'm scared, and you're turning away

I want your midnights

But I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day

feedback + constructive criticism appreciated.

HE’S INNOCENT YOUR HONOUR ྀིྀི

this is the cutest thing i’ve ever read.

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ fit check ; op81

summary ; you make oscar do a fit check before going out on a walk.

you had seen the comments underneath your tiktoks, primarily your fit checks. oscar's fans are begging for better tiktok content from oscar, and you have decided today is the day. after tying up your sneakers, oscar grabs his keys, getting ready to leave.

"wait! i forgot something!" you exclaim, opening up your phone to tiktok and setting it up on the credenza. oscar, knowing you, stands off to the side awkwardly as you turn on the camera. what he doesn't expect is for you to pull him into frame as the counter ticks down. you smile bright, and start talking: "oscar and i are about to go on a walk, so why not do a fitcheck?" you giggle, looking at oscar's confused face.

"you wanna go first, baby?" you tease and oscar sighs, then pulls off his hat, looking at the front. "we got, mclaren," he says as he puts the hat back on his head. he points to his shirt and you laugh as he says, "mclaren."

"and the shorts..." he trails off, looking at the plain black shorts for any logo. "lululemon," you whisper, and oscar's eyebrows jump as he realizes. "yes, right. lululemon shorts." he lifts his foot, looking at his sneakers. "um...looks like adidas, might be wrong, but..." he shrugs, giving you a helpless look. you laugh at his raised eyebrows and wide eyes before gesturing to yourself.

"wanna guess my clothes?" oscar's eyebrows raise but he nods, turning his body slightly away from the camera so he can look at your outfit. "the top is...alo right?" his brows furrow slightly, but you see his face brighten up as you nod. "and then the leggings, lululemon." he taps the logo on the back, "noticed that earlier." you flush slightly but nod, before he looks at your shoes. "nike." he grins, nudging his foot against yours, proud.

"good job, baby!" you laugh, kissing his cheek. his rosy cheeks get redder, and he nods. "bye, guys! oscar, wave!" you get closer to the camera, and you laugh as oscar waves awkwardly before turning off the camera.

"such a good sport," you tease, patting as his cheek gently. he rolls his eyes, "never again." you hum, as you post the tiktok.

"sure, baby." you grin, knowing full well he loves you enough to do another one.

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