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PROTECT BLACK WOMEN
PROTECT BLACK WOMEN
PROTECT BLACK WOMEN
PROTECT BLACK WOMEN
PROTECT BLACK WOMEN
#I will not stop saying this till this is drilled into y’all head#I’m begging#literally begging#to protect us and believe us#we are human !!#humans with **validated** emotions + feelings#protect black women#protect black girls#♡.mia hour <3
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seonghwa library ! ♡.
disclaimer !! the works in this masterlist are NOT mine. it was only compiled to help you (and me myself, lol) find and read fanfictions conveniently, and to show appreciation to the authors. enjoy reading
♡ - FAVEEE! | unmarked - planning to reread
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! the following fics contains smut !
favourites!
mr. popular | @wooyoungiewritings ♡
read for me, cry for me, moan for me | @pirateprincessblog ♡
teacher's pet, the heart wants what it wants | @hyuckilstan ♡
@tenelkadjowrites m.list (i love all of her hwa fics)
fucking ra | @songmingisthighs
late night activities | @kitten4sannie
dom estique | @hwanchaesong
unexpected company 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | @mia-tiny
bluff | @sm-entertain-me
better check twice | @essenteez
the thing about pretty boys | @wonusite
roommates | @auroumi
cheating | @wooyoungmybelovedhusband
rebound | @minkisluver
mine | @sluttyhwaa
fire and water | @wooyoungiewritings
bonnie on the side | @hwaightme
take me back | @hwaightme
bang bang | @hwaightme
seeking trouble | @hongcherry
hiding a vampire | @jonghoslvt
dancing with the devil | @bro-atz
after hours | @desirehorizon
pleasure of punishing | @songmingisthighs
warning signs | @mphountitled
home | @hwalloween
one last time , 2 | @bambikisss
daydreaming , 2 , 3 | @sluttywoozi
our secret | @hyungwonmyheart
his for the night | @honeyhotteoks
always and forever | @halotopicecream
migraine | hate | @kileaderie
all mine | @deadxxaccount
bloodsucker | @agustdiv1ne
pink rover | @1-800-shedevil
sleep talker | @mingigoo
slow it down, make it bouncy | @ryuyejiho
pink flags | @justaaveragereader
4:57 KST: Before the Boom! | @stardragongalaxy
rewards | @obligatoryidolblog
the hanged man | @starlitmark
aphrodite | @shinestarhwaa
impregnation | @hongism
cliché? cut! | @hwanchaesong
what's a soulmate? |@pocketjoong
#seonghwa smut#seonghwa#park seonghwa#ateez smut#ateez fanfic#ateez imagines#seonghwa imagines#seonghwa x reader#seonghwa fanfic#seonghwa fluff#seonghwa angst#masterlist#seonghwa recommendation#seonghwa library#seonghwa fic
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GO TO SLEEP, AMOR ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍮 ⋅☆
(Wednesday x Fem!reader)
> It's 11 a.m and you're still on your phone reading a fanfic about your favorite fictional character. (For the sake of the oneshot let's say that said fictional character was Draco Malfoy.)
⚪ Your roommate Yoko went to have a sleep over at Enid's and Wednesday's dorm, So it was the perfect opportunity for Wednesday to stay over at your dorm.
🟠 It's been hours and you still haven't went to bed so, she tries her best to convince you to go to bed without attempting any murders.
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"For the last time, Amor. Go. To. Sleep." Wednesday said glaring at you. What was so important that was on your phone? Why did you keep on giggling?
"Waitttt Wennnn, I'm almost done reading this!! 20 minutes moreeeeee" you say whining, you quickly glanced at her then back to your phone.
At this point, Wednesday was about to loose it. You said that about 2 hours ago. It's a miracle that she hasn't dragged you to your bed.
Wednesday sighed. "What are you even doing?"
She got up from your bed and moved towards the baby pink couch you had in your dorm room that you were sitting on.
You were sitting with your legs crossed and was hugging the adorable giant bat plushie Wednesday got you from the carnival awhile back when you were sick.
Wednesday sat beside you, observing you like a hawk. Wednesday wondered how the hell she managed to get with you.
'Eres perfecta' she mumbled, cheeks lightly coated with blush, not too visible for you to see. Her lips curled up into a very small yet loving smile.
She snapped out of her thoughts and glanced at your phone.
"what are you doing?" she asked looking back at your face.
You giggled and moved your phone so it was much closer to Wednesday's face.
"I'm reading a fanfic!!!!" You exclaimed, a big smile plastered on your face.
'Fanfic?' Wednesday questioned herself. She glared at you in confusion.
You noticed the expression she made, you giggled at it. She was really adorable.
"Enlighten me." She said, one eyebrow raised. You went on explaining it to her, it took her quite some time to understand.
"Why would you wanna read these so called 'fanfics' when you can read books." She tilted her head as she said that.
"well...I don't know, plussss they also have some great stories hereee" you say batting your eyes at her.
"they corrupt the minds of young and adult girls and romanticize the cruel world. I think it's pathetic." She says glaring at you.
"hey! That's not true!" You say crossing your arms infront of your chest.
"You're acting like a big baby." She says
You laughed at her reply and hugged the plushy infront of you closer.
"We should go to bed now, Cara mia." She says sighing.
"but-" you say pouting. "No buts. It's 12 am and we have to go to class early tomorrow." She says with a stern expression.
"fine..." Your lips formed a small pout. You stood up from the couch, making your way to your bed. Wednesday following right behind you.
You laid down sighing, making sure to leave space for your love.
Wednesday laid down beside you and pulled you closer. Her action surprised you but, nevertheless you melted in her touch.
You gave her a smile and hugged her even closer than before "I love you...wen."
She gave you a peck on the cheek as a way of her saying 'i love you more.'
"Sleep well, my love." She says with a small smile.
And with that you both started to doze off
a/n:
I just had a random strike of motivation and decided to make this (hence the reason why it's short) however it is rushed so I deeply apologize if it isn't that good.
Oh and I didn't proofread it so I apologize for any errors, as again, I made this in a rush.
That is all thankyouu, luv u all!! ♡︎
</3 xoxo - unforgettwble-sumii
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#wednesday addams x fem!reader#wednesday addams x fem reader#wednesday x female reader#wednesday x fem!reader#wednesday addams x reader#jenna ortega x reader#wednesday imagines#wednesday addams x you#spotify#wednesday#Spotify
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Our Allens <3
How would our boys react to the Barbie Movie?
Warnings: none
♡ Yassine ♡
I imagine that out of the two of you he’d be the first to see the trailer when it comes out.
Like minutes into its release, already in his Youtube recommended
He was well beyond the age of acting like he was too cool for it
It looked fun and right up your alley
You’re busy with work and he doesn’t close your laptop but he holds his phone over it so you can watch
You’re not too happy with the interruption but he just seems so excited, practically buzzing so you take the phone.
2 minutes and 42 seconds later, you’re up on your feet and buzzing with him
He’s quick to sift through your shared closet for things to wear (before everyone else decided to do it)
He’s got some pink dress shirts so he thinks he’ll be fine but you on the other hand
He’s not impressed by the lack of variety
There’s months before the film comes out but no, you need to be prepared and NOW
Practically dragging you to the mall to look for stuff because there is NO WAY you’re going to this film underdressed
He picks a hot pink skirt and white top that he thinks you would look cute in
He’s got surprisingly good taste, let's just say that and before you even open your purse, he’s paid for it.
As the release date gets closer and closer and more trailers come out, he has a new and even more brilliant idea
All black
“If you wanted to go to Oppenheimer instead, you could have said!”
He gasps in offence and pulls out the screen-cap that inspired him
“... also what is Oppenheimer exactly?”
“Yassine, I can’t wear a damn tiara!” “Why not?”
You end up having to wear the tiara
You spend about half an hour taking photos in the Barbie box before doing anything
He doesn’t post anything because he never posts anything but you certainly do and it gets reposted onto the Sevilla instagram because it’s just too darn cute
He cries at the Billie Eilish bit but gets over it quickly so you can jam to the Ice Spice remix together
“I promise you that I’m more of an Allen than a Ken, Angel. I would never believe in patriarchy! And I hate horses!” “...” “Okay I don’t hate horses but you get the idea!”
“So do you want to watch oppenheimer?” “Angel, I still don’t know what that is if I’m being completely honest.”
He thought that Barbenheimer was just a cool reference to how well the film was gonna do
“Why is it such a big deal that they come out at the same time? Mamma Mia and the Dark Knight also came out at the same time and no one said anything about that!”
You do end up watching for the sake of it but he’s not feeling it at all.
“Do you think that Cilian Murphy is more attractive than me?” “He could never.”
He’s quite pleased with that answer and he gets all blushy
He ends up dragging you to the next screen to watch barbie again right after for a ‘palette cleanser’
♡ Abde ♡
You’re definitely the one to push it in this instance
He’s young, like really young, so there is a little bit of an obsession with that macho image
Much less of it since he managed to win you over by letting it go but its still kinda there
Even with that, he may have read a couple of unflattering reviews (obviously from men) so he’s not got the best impression
It doesn’t take you long to convince him at all because the the way your eyes lit up is enough
He loves the idea of you dressing up all cute for it, happily help you pick an outfit but when you bring up the idea of HIM matching you, he’s not so keen
“Come on! What's wrong with a bit of pink? Most designer men’s clothes have a little bit of it!” “Yeah but that's different!” “Sure (!)”
You do manage to get his approval of one pink shirt but he’s a little bit sulky the whole way home and you give him the silent treatment for it
He respects your space but he ends up whining to his brother about it which feels like the biggest mistake when his mum overhears it; more of a blessing in disguise to be honest
“That girl puts up with so much of your nonsense and you can’t even put on a pink shirt for her Barbie thing without adding on even more nonsense? Ya Allah, forgive me I’ve raised a wannabe macho idiot for a son!”
His dad ends up overhearing as well and gets to a stern explanation
“In what world is pink girly? It’s a fucking colour, son. Any ‘man’ that associated a colour with being a girl is a west-washed little boy, you wear little necklaces and get an eyebrow slit but you draw the line at pink? I raised you better than that.”
His brother ends up chiming in too.
“Yeah man, it's a little scummy. It’s a pink shirt and two hours of your time, she used to wear that ugly yellow kit happily to matches AND she watches you play video games for way longer than that, and at least a movie might be more entertaining…”
At first he doesn’t really want to believe anything that they’ve said but he spends the evening pondering over it, only feeling more and more guilty and time passes by
“I’ll just watch it with my friends, it's fine!” but you’re obviously disappointed, he can see it written on your face and you don’t give him time to say anything as you walk away
He spends a good hour going back and forth with you about that, eventually just wrapping you up tight in his arms and apologising over and over again
“Pleeeeeeeeeeaaase take me! It’ll be fun, I swear! I’m a fun guy, am I not?” “You’ve changed your tune.”
“My parents didn’t raise a west-washed little boy, did they?” you don’t know what that means but you can’t really ask with your face pressed up against his neck.
“Should I grow out the eyebrow slit?”
You find the strength to pull away from him with that suggestion, “YES!”
To add to the apology, he lets you do his nails but refuses to let you push at his cuticles
Not that you need to do that anyway because his nails are beautifully shaped and you LOVED being able to paint them
He does indeed make it a fun experience when you go out for it and you get some really cute photos together
He spends a while getting photos of you in the booth on your own because you looked so damn adorable
During the film, he keeps pointing out the outfits he thinks would look good on you… so basically everything.
He’s intrigued by the giant fur coat but you immediately put a stop to that
“But look! it's so-” “Ugly! Looks like a freshly killed polar bear rug!”
By the end of the movie, you're both in tears and he gives you the biggest hug he can manage when you leave the theatre.
Its a genuine eye-opener for him
“I’m such a Ken, anjo!”
It's his awakening: he didn’t really like acting all hard and cool anyway and now he had a better understanding of just how dumb that mentality was.
Constantly talking about “boyfriend-girlfriend” things
You didn’t mind but you wished he would stop referring to it as that because you wanted him in all his glory and you didn’t need to be laughing in the middle of it.
♡ Hakim ♡
Its a cute little moment where you swap phones to show each other the trailers
He’s definitely more intrigued by Oppenheimer but he’s happy to watch barbie with you
Of course, so long as you watch Oppenheimer with him
Like Yassine, well beyond acting too cool for a movie and the colour pink
Your outfits match and are a mix of pink and black so you can really get into the spirit of the occasion
You match clothes quite often but it still makes him smile when you get excited and scan over the outfits
He honestly just liked doing stuff with you and vice versa
He’s not really bothered by what anyone thinks of him anymore
You watch Oppenheimer first and he can’t help but point out the things he told you about when he explained the movie to you
He has some of his own critiques and gripes too
He’s not impressed when he sees the American flag nor is he happy with the nudity but he’s okay with the film, overall.
Surprisingly enough, he was actually quite excited for barbie.
You had explained every little detail from the trailers and the underlying themes and easter eggs and he supposed that at least 1 live adaptation was ready to be faithful
You’re the more energetic watcher while he’s just extremely focused
Like his eyes don’t leave the screen once, he looks to be in deep thought
Although there is some palpable shock when Barbie is called a fascist
You’re worried when he hasn’t said anything by the end of the film, fearing that he was gonna be one of those
“Men really suck, huh?”
Big relief and you agree with a laugh
You spend ages talking about the little intricacies in the movies and the deeper messages, from when you get back into the car and well into the evening
He does post a little thing on his story: a blurry photo of the two of you
His brothers do tease him a little bit but they’d all watched it with their partners too and they were all in agreement: it was fantastic
They acted cool and stoic critics about it on the outside but the excitement on the inside was still evident
You pointed out one of the dresses from the movie that you loved, thinking he wasn’t paying attention but alas
He goes above and beyond to find a replica and eventually just settles on a tailor to make you a custom one
He has your measurements because he’s bought plenty of custom pieces for you already and he wouldn’t stand for anything less than perfection
If he was picky for himself, imagine how h would be for the love of his life
He gets a little slap-happy with it and ends up ordering like 4 custom outfits for you instead of one
He wondered about whether he should save them for special occasions but he concluded that he just couldn’t wait
I imagine you coming back from a long day at work and the outfits are laid out, in their garment bags
You assume that he maybe got himself some new jackets or something because that's pretty common for him
When you unzip the bags and obviously you’re surprised
“Do you like them?” “I mean yeah but… what?”
He can’t wait for you to process anything and he’s hurrying you to try it all on
Obviously you look absolutely stunning and the way he’s looking at you has you all nervous: partly because he always just looked at you like you hung the moon and stars but also you were slightly concerned that he was seconds away from tearing it off you
“Oh god, you’re such a barbie…” he knows exactly how big of a compliment that is, your beloved allen
♡ Nayef ♡
He definitely isn’t at Yassine and Hakim’s point where image isn’t that big of a deal but he’s an absolute sweetheart
Genuinely so positive and joyful, in that sense there’s a unique maturity about him
You call him over to watch the trailer with you and he doesn’t really understand but matches your excitement when you point out the little details
I feel like he would be doing a lot of his own research too, those youtube videos of people analysing the trailer frame-by-frame become his new obsession
I imagine he’d be getting into a lot of arguments on his burner twitter account with the bitter men trying to tear it down
He doesn’t care at all, he’s going to see barbie with you the first chance he gets and he’s going to find a matching outfit somewhere
You assumed he’d just find a pink shirt but no, he spends ages sifting through the internet for a ken inspired outfit that he could replicate and a barbie outfit for you, pink would not suffice on its own, you were gonna go all out with some proper references
He’s definitely the most Allen-esque of the boys, that's for sure
Proudly posts a photo of the pair of you on his story and your matching outfits with the reference on the side
He does get a lot of praise online for it for being so “brave” but he sees it as the bare minimum and doesn’t quite understand why it's such a big deal
Somehow he’s more excited than you at the theatre
And he somehow knows even more finer details than you as well, it’s kind of jarring
He LOVES the music and knows all the lyrics because he’s been listening to the album non-stop
He is in tears from America Ferrara’s beautiful speech
Constantly looking over at you like you’re a champions league trophy
The switch from emotional billie eilish to the upbeat ice spice remix is a bit of a shock but he just goes with it because at the end of the day, he’s having the time of his life with the movie
“You know I would love you no matter what, right?”
“Like you ARE extraordinary and perfect in every way but even if in some bizarro universe where you weren’t, I bet I would still be obsessed with you.”
And you fully believe him because he would drop anything and everything for you, no doubts in your mind whatsoever
I feel like he’d be so cheesy when you leave the theatre, like he’s carrying you to the car bridal style
He would also refer to the deed as “boyfriend-girlfriend stuff” for months
He would be dragged to Oppenheimer with his friends but he comes back home too you and he looks far from impressed
“Well it certainly wasn’t Barbie, I know that much!”
not my usual style but i just thought headcannons would be a better format since i got requests for all of them! i hope u enjoy, lovelies <3
#abde ezzalzouli#ez abde#footballer fic#football fluff#football fanfics#football fanfic#footballer x you#footballer x reader#footballer imagine#morocco#morocco nt#football imagines#football one shot#nayef aguerd#nayef x reader#nayef aguerd x reader#nayef aguerd imagine#footballer fanfiction#hakim ziyech#hakim ziyech x reader#hakim ziyech imagines#hakim ziyech imagine#hakim ziyech x you#hakim ziyech fluff#hakim ziyech fanfics#yassine bounou#yassine bono#yassine bounou x reader#yassine bounou fanfic#yassine bono x reader
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I've never requested before so idk if I'm doing it right and also idk if this is what u meant by soulmate au so feel free to just ignore it if it isnt- but maybe something where soulmates have the same mark or symbol as each other, and daryl and reader's is the little skull tattoo that he has on his hand?
Group of Outcasts
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Pairings: Daryl Dixon x Reader
Pronouns Used: None Mentioned
Word Count: 1,552
Warnings: None
A/N: Tysm to @stqrluvr for proofreading!!! Also one of the characters may or may not be named after @lov9r 🤫🤫
The day you got your soulmate mark was supposed to be the best day of your life, and for most, it was. However, when you get a skull on your hand, a lot of small minded— small town people, kinda go crazy. Plus, it didn’t help that you already had a bad rep around town due to your Mama leaving and your Daddy being a drunk. You were seen as trailer trash and nothing more.
It didn’t bother you all that much, it was a small small town and people were going to judge. You got used to the glares from Mrs. Thompson when you passed her house, the way the sea of students would part when you came down the hall, and the way police officers’ would pay extra close attention to you when you were around.
So even after you became an adult and your Daddy died, you stayed in that town, it was all you knew, after all. You kept dealing with the glares, the parting, and the spying.
Then people started getting sick. And people who were sick became these monsters. So you packed up your shit and went off. You lived alone in the woods for a while before coming across a group of 7 people. There was Timmy, a nice man in his fifties who was accompanied by his wife, Mia, a woman in her thirties, and their 8 year old daughter, Charlotte. There was also Cece, a seventeen year old girl who was desperate to prove herself to the group. And Grace, a twenty-something year old who reminded you a lot of Annie from Annie Get Your Gun. And last but not least, Johnny, a 16 year old boy, and his Dad, Sydney.
You very quickly became the leader of the group. You led them around Georgia for a while before you ended up being caught by some walkers and lost everyone but Charlotte, Sydney, and Grace. So now here you are with 3 people to look after, despite being barely able to look out for yourself, stranded in the middle of Georgia with nothing.
You were fucked.
“Y/N.. when are we gonna be where we’re tryna be?” You let out a frustrated sigh.
“Grace, I dunno how many times I can tell you. We aren’t going anywhere specifically. We’ll just find somewhere dry to camp for a bit. I don’t know how long it'll take for us to find somewhere like that so please have a little patience.” She glares at you in response. You return your eyes to the road ahead of you. You’d been through these parts many times searching for other signs of life but.. there was nothing. You often found yourself wondering if you four were the last humans alive.
“Take a left up here. Should be a neighborhood right down the road.” Sydney says, pointing at an intersection. You do so.
A few hours later you were slowly making your way through the neighborhood when you realized that Charlotte was missing.
“Sydney, where the hell is Charlotte!?”
“I.. I dunno she was just here..” Your heart drops.
“When was she just here? You were the one in charge of her, where the hell is she?”
“I—“
“Sydney.”
“I helped her get out of the truck and.. and I thought she was behind me.” You let out a chuckle. And then another one, and another. Soon you were hysterically laughing. “Grace, go look for Charlotte around the truck.” The girl nods and runs off. “You and me,” You poke him in the chest. “Are gonna talk. What in the hell were you thinking?”
“I was thinking; she ain’t my kid. She won’t ever be Johnny. You keep putting us together as if we’re gonna click just cause I’m a— I was a Dad. That’s unfair.” You scoff.
“Unfair? What’s unfair is that Charlotte lost her Mom and her Dad within ten minutes and now the man she looked up to left her for dead. That’s unfair. How about this? How about I leave you here.” His eyes widened.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I would.”
“Uh.. Y/N?” You hear Grace yell. Your neck snaps to her direction where a man with an eyepatch is holding a gun to her temple.
“Don’t take another step.” He says, his voice is coarse.
“Let go of her.” You spit back, pulling your gun out.
“I don’t think you want to do that.”
“I think I do. Let her go.”
“Why should I?”
“Because if you don’t, I’m not afraid to blow your fucking brains out.” He laughs.
“You couldn’t get me from this distance.” You see Grace slowly reach into her pocket and grab a knife.
“Couldn’t I?” You tilt your head to the side.
“N—“ Suddenly, the man starts screaming in agony. Grace had stabbed him in the neck. He fell to the ground, his gun going off a few times in the process. Grace grabbed the gun and shot him in the head. You run up to her.
“Are you okay?” You put your hands on her shoulders. She was shaking.
“Did I just.. I just killed him, didn’t I?” You sigh.
“It was you or him, Grace.” She nods slowly. “Now let’s find Charlotte.”
Thankfully, you did find Charlotte pretty quickly. She was hiding out in the truck after she realized she had forgotten her knife.
Two days later, You, Grace, and Charlotte were getting some much needed sleep inside of a shed while Sydney kept watch. It wasn’t too long before the shed door burst open, waking all of you. Sydney slowly walked in, a man following him with a crossbow raised.
“Who the hell are you?” You jump to your feet and stand in front of Charlotte.
“Names Daryl.”
“Okay, Daryl. What do you want?”
“How many people are in your group?” You furrow your brows.
“Syd, Grace, and Charlotte.” You pause. “What do you want?”
“How many walkers have you killed?” You squint your eyes.
“Man what are tou talking about? Why would I keep track?”
“How many people have you killed?”
“What? None! What the hell is wrong with you?”
“One.” Grace whispered.
“There’s a community, ain’t too far. If we leave now, we can make it by dawn.” You glance at Sydney and Grace.
“You’re just gonna barge in here, pointing a crossbow at Syd, ask me these unsettling questions and then invite us to move in with you?” You shake your head. “Go to hell.” The man stares into your eyes for a moment before removing the glove from his right hand. You look at him with confusion before finally realizing what he was showing you. He had a skull tattoo on his hand identical to the one on yours. He was your soulmate. “Oh.”
“So you comin’?” You nod slowly.
“Yeah, we’re comin’.”
The drive to the community, Alexandria, was quiet. Daryl barely spoke and you had the feeling that it was an all the time thing, not just because he didn’t know you. When you arrived at Alexandria, the gate opened almost immediately. You were welcomed in by a man named Rick Grimes. He asked you guys some questions before showing you to a house.
It seemed too good to be true. There had to be some sort of catch.
“Y/N! They’re having a little shin-dig tonight to welcome us into the community, you coming?” Grace asked as she walked into the house. You had been reading a book on the couch for the past day.
“No.. you gonna take Charlotte?”
“Yeah... That book good?” You nod mindlessly. “Must be.. ain’t seen you interactin’ with anyone at all. Not even your soulmate.” You glance at her. “Well.. if you change your mind.. I’ll see you there.”
That night, you could hear the party happening all the way from your house. It was disrupting your book. Okay, and maybe you felt a little guilty about being so curt with Grace.. So you got up and walked to the party. You stood on the sidewalk staring at the house for a bit, wondering if you should go in. Parties were never your thing. People were never your thing. Was this even a good idea?
“Hey..” You turn around, startled by the sudden voice. You’re relieved to see Daryl with two men behind him.
“Oh, Hi.”
“Er.. This is Aaron and Eric, guys this is Y/N.” You muster up a small smile for the men.
“It’s nice to meet you both.”
“Likewise! Are you heading in?” You glance at the house again and shrug.
“Not sure if I’d be welcome.”
“You can join us if you’d like? We always have dinner together when they throw parties. You can be a part of our little group of outcasts.” Aaron offers. You look at Daryl who raises his eyebrows. You nod.
“Yeah, okay.”
Dinner was lovely, although you didn’t talk much, you found yourself enjoying the company of the three men very much.
“Maybe you can join in next time too!” Aaron said as he waved to you.
“Absolutely. Thanks for having me.” You waved back and started walking to your house.
“Y/N, wait!” You turn around to see Daryl running towards you.
“Yeah?”
“Mind if I walk you home?” You smile.
“Not at all.”
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clubbing with Bangtan Boyz ♡ ' 🍷
jimin
dancing king, he be showing off his moves.
getting drunk together, you dance with him for as long as your legs can take you.
probably the one who takes you to the bathroom when you tell him you need to retouch your makeup.
taehyung
been waiting outside for your arrival, in tiny excitement.
He dances, drinks, shouts song's lyrics out loud; by your side most of the night until he gets in his tragic hour, sitting by the couch, scrolling through his phone, looking at his ex's number, wondering when he'll love again.
jin
responsibly drunk; craks jokes every two seconds, is the club's animator.
you had to survive a good half an hour of his ramblings about him being your best choice out of your group of friends.
jungkook
he's the one who picked you up.
gets to enjoy his time without getting wasted, kinda keeps his eyes on you all night making sure you're alright.
you end up dancing with him with your eyes half closed and enjoy it a bit too much.
he's the one who takes you home and puts you to sleep.
jhope
dances his night away, kinda the sober friend who helps everyone out.
watches you throw up while he keeps your hair up, "it's fine y/n, let it all out".
Jimin dumbly smiling over your shoulders insisting it's his turn now: "y/n-nie will you let me in now?".
yoongi
not a club lover but he had the worst day ever and needed to hang out with his friends.
It’s 3 in the morning when you hear him drunkly regretting his life choices laughing in hope's ear.
your pounding head resting on Taehyung's lap: "tae stroke my hair, please".
Namjoon
girl's favorite target, the man is hunted all night, making conversation and being asked for his number one too many times.
you lose him in the crowd, only getting to see him around 4 in the morning, "we haven't seen you all night!"
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💎DEMON FORMS: MAMMON💰
AN: Finally finished Mammon's part! If you want to see more of my writing check #shrimpwrites and for just the demon form stuff you can look at #obey me worldbuilding :)
Once again thank u sm @princessasmosprincess for basically being a beta reader ur the best ♡♡♡
Inspiration for this part: as usual, @waltnut , @mamma-mia-mammon , @galoismyhimbo , @cosmic-whorror
TWs: body mutilation (feather plucking), bones, body horror if you squint?, idk just demons looking demonic.
● Level 1.5. The yellow streaks in his hair are metallic. It looks like he has hair tinsel, but it's just how his hair is. Shiney babe. His hair reflects light. The more he expresses/feels/gives in to his greed, the more the blue portion of his eyes gets swallowed up by the yellow. His eyes are also metallic. Mammon has three teeth on either side of his mouth that are extremely sharp and pointed. It's his canines and the ones on either side. His lower jaw looks similar, but the teeth are smaller and more dull.
Demons are weird. That is one of the first things you learn in the Devildom. Wrath demons have a higher body temperature, sloth demons all smell like lavender, and greed demons are Very Shiny. At first, you thought it was a trick of the light, the way Mammon's eyes seem to look suspiciously like Grimm. But then you noticed that, no, his eyes are seriously metallic. His hair, too. You often find yourself entranced by the way the yellow streaks in Mammon's hair glitter and shine while he goes on about another convoluted money-making scheme.
● Level 2. His wings look cool, right? Yeah guess what those are his fucking bones poking out. He had feathers at one point, similar to Lucifer. But he… had a run in with some shady demons before the demon brothers were actually respected and…. they ripped his feathers out. One feather for every Grimm he owed. They damaged his wings to the point that the feathers can't grow back. He had to re-teach himself how to fly. His ears are replaced with a small pair of wings. How can he hear? Idk but those are the only undamaged feathers on his body and he takes care of them. He will preen for hours. Let him enjoy his feathers. Also his teeth get more sharp and pointy with each level.
For Mammon, letting you touch his ear feathers is a big deal, and you know it. One time, you saw an old portrait of the seven brothers when they first fell, and Mammon's wings looked a lot like Lucifer's. Which surprised you, given his current leathery wings. When you worked up to courage to ask about it, the second born sadly explained what happened. Between that and how careful he is with the feathers that remain, you never asked to touch his ears. But one afternoon, after a school-wide paintball game, Mammon shyly knocked on your door, asking for some help getting paint from between his feathers. You gladly accepted. Now you have a demon on your lap, his ear wings flapping as you gently clean and dry them. Sometimes, in the privacy of your room, Mammon will let you touch the soft feathers.
● Level 3. HARPY BOY! He has clawed feet with giant talons. His hands also become longer and more twisted, curling into talons that are almost as sharp as the ones on his feet. In this form, he wears a crown of crow skulls that have been dipped in gold. Ngl, he kinda looks like a plucked chicken from the waist up, but it's OK. we love him anyway. He does have a few sparse feathers here and there, but not much. His eyebrows become feathers, as well as most body hair. His legs are slightly scaly in texture. It gets more noticeable at about halfway down his calves. Mammon's arms and legs have sparse iridescent scales, concentrated around his clawed hands and feet.
Mammon almost never loses control of his form because of anger. In fact, the first time you saw it happen was because a demon at RAD thought it would be funny to trip you down the stairs. You hit your head and needed stitches. Mammon sat with you the entire time Satan was tending your new wound. He forgot that humans usually use painkillers, so Mammon growled in anger every time you winced in pain. You bit the inside of your cheek in an attempt to prevent the second born from killing his younger brother. The whole time, Mammon had his clawed feet wrapped around the back of the couch as he held your hand, careful of his sharp nails. When you were all fixed up, Mammon even let you wear his crow skull crown until your forehead heals.
● Level 4. His face is elongated and covered in a mix of shiny scales and tiny feathers that can't grow properly. It ends in a golden, razor-sharp beak. His arms and wings fuse together so that he has a single pair of MASSIVE leathery wings that end in clawed hands that are able to easily wrap around your torso. He's a big boy. As in, Mammon can not fit through regular doorways. He can't fully stretch out his wings inside. He has a thin feathery tail and a second pair of horns on his head. Both sets of horns are decorated in precious jewels and gold.
The two of you were laying outside on the grass. Mammon had wanted to "stretch his wings." Apparently, it can be uncomfortable for demons if they go too long without allowing themselves to exist in their higher level forms. You had fun watching Mammon fly around until he tired himself out. Gliding through the air a final time, the Great Mammon lands next to you, the flapping of his wings creating a fast of wind that messes up your hair. You expect that he will go back to a more familiar form and go inside, but instead, Mammon yawns before wrapping you up in his large wings, the leathery membranes cocooning you with no chance of escape. You gladly accept your fate and fall asleep in the grass while Mammon happily clicks his beak at you.
#om! shall we date#obey me#obey me mc#obey me x reader#shrimp writes#obey me worldbuilding#obey me fanfic#obey me headcanons#obey me mammon#obey me mammon x reader
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♡°Stop swearing!°♡
A/n: Thank you to the amazing @pettydollie for the idea! I love your writing sm lovely!
A/n Pt.2 Sorry for going MIA pretties, Just been struggling but I will be up and running soon. <3
Warnings!: Swearing? I'm not sure ♡
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Y/n had always been a very feminine girl. She was very innocent and shy. She rarely swore, and if she did, it was on accident. It had been the day Y/n had been fearing for months. She was finally having to get her wisdom teeth pulled. She hated all things medical, Dentists, nurses, doctors. Everything.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
Right now she was sitting in the waiting room of the dentist. She sat in a white skirt with frilly lace design. A white vest with small pink flower designs, a small now in the center. On top she wore a pale pink cardigan, On her feet she wore some white Mary Jane shoes, and lastly some knee high socks with small pink bows.Her hair was straightened with a pink silk bow placed neatly in the middle of it
She sat in the waiting room, her knee bouncing up and down, The triplets sat around her, Chris's hand placed delicately on her pale skin, caressing the knee to soothe her.
"Y/n Y/l/n!?"
A nurse walks in, blue scrubs with a mask pulled over his nose and mouth. A clipboard in his arms as he scoured the waiting room.She stood up nervously with a soft smile, the three boys following behind her
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
"Right this way and are the boys tagging along?"
The nurse jokes as he guides the group to a small secluded room with a beautiful view over the area.
The three boys stood around the room as Lilith laid down on the chair. The nurses chattered between themselves as Y/n turned to the boys with a nervous look on her face.
"You'll be alright lovely."
Chris says in a comforting tone, Chris stands beside as her holds her hand, caressing the skin softly.
‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵
The nurses busied themselves, cleaning equipment attaching a heart rate monitor to Y/n and finally the anesthesia. The nurses were setting up the needle as the nurse carefully rolled up the sleeve of her cardigan.
Y/n let out a small whimper, turning away as she waited from the needle to pierce the skin. Nick who was standing by her head, carefully covered her eyes to try and soothe her and distract her.
Once the needle was in and the dentists were ready, they slowly started to inject the anesthesia. It took awhile for the drug to kick in but once it did there was a clear change in personality.
"What kinda ship is that?"
She points to the TV in the corner of the room with a display of a ship.
"It's just a music video background."
Matt laughs as he stands at the side.
The dentists slowly slid on some sunglasses onto her to protect her eyes during the surgery.
"Why the fuck are you putting glasses on me?"
She asks, pulling away from the dentist.
The whole group stared at eachother in confusion as Y/n seemed to drift in and out of consciousness as the anesthesia kicked in...
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A FEW HOURS LATER
Y/n woke up slowly, her mouth stuffed with gauze, her mouth slightly open and she seemed rather dazed.The three boys walked in, Y/n eyes blurring away from the group.
"Get this shi outta me mouth."
She mumbles as she tries to pull the gauze away from her mouth, the heart rate detected beeping slightly.
"No no- keep the gauze in."
Chris says, not clocking what Y/n had said.
"It feels fucking weird."
She mumbles again, the gauze interrupting her speech.
"Y/n- Wait what did you say?"
Nick asks, attempting to hold in his laugh
"It feels weird."
She whines, sounding almost childlike.
"Get this shit out my mouth, it taste like fucking shit"
She continues to whine as she squirms slightly
Nick laughs, squatting on the floor to calm his laughter. Meanwhile Matt is stood at the door, the vlog camera in hand, Chris stood by his girlfriend, mouth open wide.
After a few minutes, Y/n was free to go, the nurses wheeling her out as Y/n wheelchair as her was stuck on a doorway.
"Sorry I'm just fucking obese."
Y/n says while giggling to herself, she sat comfortably on the chair, a small goodie bag with little items she may need for the healing process.
"Stop swearing Y/n!"
Chris shouts, meanwhile Nick and Matt laugh alongside her.
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As Y/n was transferred to the car, Chris sat in the back with her. Lilith was still slightly dazed as she stared out the window, watching the trees fly by.
"Here love, the nurses gave you some toothpaste and mouth wash."
Chris hands her the bag as Y/n peers in dazed, surprisingly everything in the bag was pink, the toothbrush, the mouth wash everything!
Maybe even the most innocence of them need their mouths washed with soap?
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╰─ ♱ · 𓆩🤍𓆪 · ♱ ──────────╯
THANK YOU SM FOR READING!
Once again thank you to @pettydollie for the idea and allowing me to do this!
I love you all so much!
Taglist: @guccifrog @mattestrella @sleepysturnss @cupidzsq @sturn3ol0 @elliesturniolo1 @sstvrnioloo
A/N: EDITED BECYASE I USED A C AI NAME INSTEAD OF Y/N
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every time I see post like these, I immediately think of hobie with a hello kitty gf idc idc idcccc
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dev does a lil update
okay okay, so i really am all kinds of scrambled right now. between my birthday on saturday, work being intense leading up to and post valentine's day, and feeling a little under the weather with another cold front assaulting my city, i've been trying to write but end up getting so sleepy instantly. but here's a little glimpse into what i've got cookin' up:
of beskar and kyber {chapter 14} - 2.3k
continuation of season one events, the group is back on nevarro to help karga take out the heightened empire forces that have taken over the city
the melting point {chapter 17} - 1.8k
more of manté's recovery, frankie's frustrations, details of the criminal being brought to justice, everyone finding out about the engagement!!
return the favor {chapter 22} - 1.5k
we take a dive into bean's past, memories of outbreak day, joel and ellie travel towards the university, tension rises as you run into someone from your past, beginning of the silverlake events
garnish one shot {happy hour} - 1.2k
anyone remember jerry from chapter 3? he's back and giving reader a lot of shit for going MIA during and after her split with joel. kind of a timestamp piece. joel gets frantic when he can't get a hold of you one night, knowing you were going out for drinks and he's worried your professor has something to do with it
by the grit of sandpaper {chapter 1} - 1k
cutting board creator joel miller, was supposed to be a holiday piece that i just didn't have the time for, but am revisiting as ideas strike me
for the record one follow up {erasure} - 2k
a follow up of our favorite dummies who are so so so bad at communication. the love and attention this garnered really blew me away as i feel like i just threw half cocked ideas together that i didn't have the attention span to flesh out, but i'm glad it turned out well enough!
feel free to ask questions or anything! help motivate me, for the love of god, help me focus, haha ♡
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𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐀 !
♡ ⸺ mia x gojo; aka tall, bastard bf + sleepy, clingy gf
₊˚⊹♡ arguments happen A LOT. actually, it’s just gojo trying to find any and everything to annoy mia cause he lovessss seeing her annoyed. don’t ask why. but there are times where his pride gets in the way and mia just ends up not talking to him cause he’s being too stubborn
₊˚⊹♡ gojo knows mia cannot cook for the life of her and is always tired so he usually orders food or preps a quick meal for the two of them. is he the best at cooking ? definitely not ! but he tries
₊˚⊹♡ small text messages are sent to each other and it jumps from one conversation to another. one minute mia is asking to get them a dog to gojo explaining how much he hates his boss
₊˚⊹♡ whenever mia doesn’t feel like catching on her studies, gojo gives a two hour long lecture on how the fate of the world is in her hand. if she doesn’t study, millions will suffer…illness rises…blah blah blah. she starts studying just to shut him up
₊˚⊹♡ if gojo isn’t too busy, he helps mia with her medical studies and be her anatomy model. his height is perfect for her and this ends up with him being plastered in sticky notes of each body part. also, gojo rewards her with praise when she does good on her exams. he loves seeing her beaming smile when she comes home after an exam or when she’s screaming through text to show him her grade
₊˚⊹♡ long longggg phone calls whenever one of them isn’t at home for a period amount of time. usually starts with a simple conversation like how the day is going or how much they miss each other but then it flows into either a deeper conversation or jumps from subject to subject
₊˚⊹♡ mia is usually a homebody and that’s one of the things gojo loves about her. but also he usually tries to get her out of the house every once in a while. she usually says no and says she would rather sleep for the day. sometimes gojo will take the no and sleep along with her and other times he’ll convince bribe her just to go
₊˚⊹♡ two idiots loudly singing screaming music at 2 am. they literally have a playlist set for late night concerts with just the two of them. don’t let the songs be those duet songs either cause they gonna act tf OUT of that song. like the song all eyes on you by meek mill? oh they are eating that UPPPPPP. mia is going hard on nicki while gojo is hyping her up rapping meek’s
₊˚⊹♡ KISSES GALOREEEEE <3. they’re both very clingy and affectionate towards each other, touch starved ass mfs. literally from sun up to sun down, a kiss is given every hour. a good morning kiss, an “I love you kiss” kiss, “I hope you have a good day” kiss, “you’re so beautiful/handsome” kiss, every reason under the sun to give each a kiss. literally they’re always late to something cause of this. please get a grip and let each other breathe, I BEG
₊˚⊹♡ they’re always debating on who gives the most kisses in a day. they both know it’s mia but she refuses to be wrong, especially with gojo !
₊˚⊹♡ any complaint mia has, gojo fixes IMMEDIATELY. well, majority of the time. sometimes he’ll tease her about it until she’s pouting or look annoyed, THEN he’ll fix it ;p
₊˚⊹♡ gojo usually copies mia’s texting style just to playfully annoy her and sometimes copies her slang. literally give him 2 days and you would think he’s just mia 2.0 💀
₊˚⊹♡ if mia isn't sleeping or vibing out to some music, she is usually found either laying on gojo’s chest and watching something on her iPad. majority of the time he’ll watch whatever mia is watching and joins in on the commentary. weirdly though, they both have the same reaction to everything
₊˚⊹♡ mia buys gojo little trinkets to keep with him on his missions. they’re usually something that he loves, like a logo from his favorite tv show or a photocard of them. also included with those small keychain plushie that he puts on his keys, with mia’s signature on the bottom
₊˚⊹♡ when gojo is out on missions, mia goes shopping and buys him something as a surprise gift for when he comes back <3
₊˚⊹♡ they have hella family pictures together, and when I mean family pictures I mean them, megumi, tsumiki, and their rabbit. they have a beige colored rabbit named penelope that gojo gifted her on her birthday <3. they have pictures hanged up of christmas, gojo’s birthday, the kid’s birthday, summertime, vacation spots. it’s so many and they’re always coordinated in the most beautiful colors
© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟥 𝗇𝗎𝖽𝗒𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽
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thank you for answering my ask! Follow up questions:
1. What do you do to have fun when exercising? (I know this won't apply to everyone, I'm just curious what you do personally.)
2. What does your schedule look like for including a 2 hour work out?
3. By messaging did you mean sending an ask or directly messing you? (Sorry if I got this wrong).
Hope you're doing well! ♡
Howdy,
sorry I’ve been MIA
What I usually do is I focus on a sensation such as tapping my fingers or how my water bottle feels and then after the set how different that item or action feels. Sometimes I just hum along to my music.
my schedule right now is very strict so what I do is after work I go the gym.
sending an ask!
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t h e r e g u l a r : ten - me when the
♡ series masterlist
♡ headcanons
♡ barista talk
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Between the stress from the group project situation, the fear of failing class and the constant stress from school, the last thing you needed was to clock in and serve college students overpriced coffee until 9pm. But maybe being around your fun coworkers would actually be a bit of a pick-me-up. You walked into the back waving hello to Atsumu as you passed. Once you got there you saw Fukunaga putting on his apron and approaching the computer to clock in.
“Hey bestie,” you say calmly with a strained smile.
“Sup’ dude?” he says with his back facing you. “Are there any updates to the group project situation?” You start tying your apron and slide the hat on to complete the ensemble “Dude… you have no idea.”
Fukunaga turns around and gives you a mischievous grin “Oh my god, this is gonna be a great shift isn’t it?” You respond with a cackle and a lazy nod, then just before you can add anything Akaashi walks into the backroom.
“Hey guys, sorry for not greeting you earlier, I was catching up with Kita. Just checking what’s been done and what hasn’t,” he sighs and looks down at the clipboard in his hands, you recognize it as the schedule for the day. “So it’s just gonna be the three of us closing tonight, but Atsumu is here until 7:00PM. I’m gonna have him do some closing tasks once we all clock in.” He takes a pause. “Y/N, I’m gonna put you on bar, I’ll take drive-thru. Fukunaga you take the register, can I trust you to behave?”
“No,” he laughs and bites his lip in an ironic fuckboy-esque move. You can’t help but laugh, knowing that behind his silly jokes are genuinely good intentions to cheer you up, even though they may come out as incredibly immature.
Akaashi looks at him completely unamused. “Didn’t think so,”
“Sorry boss, I’m in a silly goofy mood.” Fukunaga says in a very serious tone, and you can't help but laugh harder.
Akaashi now looks at him with a mix of confusion and disgusted disappointment, shakes his head and sighs. “Yeah, whatever, let’s just… Have a good close tonight guys. Sorry I’m so tired, classes have been hell. But I know I can trust you to not burn down the store at least.”
You and Fukunaga give each other a glance, then turn to look at Akaashi again. “Nevermind. I don’t even know why I said that,” he mutters, annoyed, as he turns around and walks to the floor, leaving you and Fukunaga giggling as you trail behind him.
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It’s been 3 hours since you clocked in, a pretty relaxing shift so far thankfully. Not too many people had come in, giving Akaashi a chance to work in the back as you and Fukunaga handled yourselves. Currently you’re cleaning around to kill time, well. You *were* pretending to clean while you showed Fukunaga the insane email you had received that morning.
“This dude got fucking bodied. Owned. L plus-”
“-plus ratio I know! That professor had no chill, I kinda feel bad for the guy” you interjected. “But he hasn’t reached out to me yet, it’s been… what, six or seven hours since I received that email and the guy has been MIA.”
“Bro I would rather be put into an Amazon box and shipped to Antartica than ever show my face on campus again after that email!” Fukunaga responded with a laugh. “I know he’s an asshole, he’s been an asshole, but if I’m being 100% honest I think he doesn’t deserve this. I don’t think anyone deserves this actually” he finished with a scoff.
You look down at your hands.“... He was a real asshole” You turn around to start cleaning, for real this time, “Yes, I do feel kind of bad for him, but… He didn’t even give me a chance to explain myself and my situation with this class, and before you even say anything- I know I sound like a broken record, I know I’m not the best student in terms of lecture-based classes… But I really would’ve tried for this project, I just wish I could tell him that, I guess”
Fukunaga got quiet for a second and whispered “Shit dude, you might get to do that sooner than you think.” He tapped you on the shoulder and pointed at the register, and the sight made your stomach turn.
“Y/N, could I please speak to you.”
♡ a/n: two posts?! in one night?! both with written parts?! ig you could say i love spoiling my readers mwah mwah mwah
♡ a/n: this is very exciting!!! i promise I will make the next few chapters more screenshot heavy :3
♡ a/n: ALSO AAAHHHH CLIFFHANGER!!!! i believe next chapter is gonna have a big (if not fully be a) written part so strap on your seatbelts bc these two are finally gonna talk, YAY
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☾ .⭒˚ your fragrance ♡ rafayel x afab reader
⋆.˚ ☾ pairing: rafayel x afab!reader (very fem!reader)
☾ .⭒˚ genre: smut, pwp, pwf
⋆.˚ ☾ word count: 10.4k (how?????)
☾ .⭒˚ content warning: mdni, switch!raf (like he’s both sub and dom in this, if you don’t like that then this may not be for you), knee humping, standing sex, against the wall sex, sorta rough sex, references to rafayel’s lore (no more than what’s talked about the actual memory), dry humping, slightly aphrodisiac sex, dub con if you squint really really really hard, ejaculating in pants, panty ripping, pheromone kink, lots of teasing (calling raf a cat/kitty), cum play? kinda, nipple teasing, slight use of y/n, reader is mc, second person pov
⋆.˚ ☾ video link: absolutely not necessary to watch this to enjoy the fic/smut but it gives a lot of context and also a visual for the fic <3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaxo4sxm0rc
☾ .⭒˚ a/n: the raf fic is here!! based off the 5* rafayel memory ‘your fragrance.’ the build up is realllllllly long on this one since i wanted to stay as true to the memory as possible. you can def just skip to the smut if you’d like!
i struggled to write raf a lot but enjoyed it so much like he’s so fun to write. i’m def a sub girly so i love writing dom partners, thankfully i hc raf as a switch. if you do not like fics where raf is a switch, then this may not be for you!
i can’t believe this fic ended up being 10k words too, i was thinking it would be a quick lil smut lol. i don’t even know how my zayne fic ended up being my shortest fic. enjoy my loves!
also this is dedicated to my bestie who is actually rafayel’s number one slut. follow her on x @/myusuchaa for so much good raf and other purple haired boy content. she is the master of rafayel lore, truly his wifey. a queen to us all.
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You let out an exasperated sigh as your foot taps irritably against the protective painting tarp Rafayel always has laid out on the ground of his makeshift art studio, stray paint brushes strewn about. Impatiently, you waited for Rafayel to finish changing on the couch behind you, careful not to peek.
Somehow, being Rafayel’s bodyguard also made you his keeper. And Rafayel was not easy to keep. Always dragging you with him on odd trips even if you had work, pestering you at all hours of the day and night, disappearing and unable to be contacted for days on end. This particular time it was the latter; Rafayel had gone mia three days before his important collab launch party with a high end perfume brand. Now, on the night of the party, Rafayel was still unable to be reached.
Thomas had called you, in a sheer panic, as he always did when he needed help wrangling Rafayel. He knew you were the only one in this world that could level with Rafayel. And he’d never told you this before, but you were also the only one who could bend Rafayel’s unbreakable stubbornness; a perfect match for the purple-haired obstinate artist. And thus, Thomas had personally designated you as Rafayel’s keeper.
And so, you found yourself at Rafayel’s massive house, in the most extravagant evening dress you owned, hauling him off to his own damn party.
His annoyingly alluring voice cuts into the silence of the studio, "You can turn around now and give me a hand with something else.” you snap around to be met with the sight of Rafayel, irritatingly and devilishly handsome in his expensive white dress shirt and designer cardigan, leaning lazily against the sofa with the tie you’d previously used to tie his hands with, woven in between his fingers. He grins and holds it up to you expectantly, "Put this on for me.”
"Don’t you have hands?” you snap, but your feet have a mind of their own, and you’re already approaching him on the sofa.
"My hands are numb from being tied up by you for so long.” you roll your eyes, knowing he’s being dramatic. While he waits deceptively patiently for you to give in, he leisurely takes a wristwatch out of his pocket to put on, as if he’s got all the time in the world. "Clock’s ticking, keep it up and we’ll be late at this rate.”
You gape at him. The sheer audacity of this man, as if you’re the reason he’d be late. He only smirks at you, and it just infuriates you all the more. How he could so easily annoy the hell out of you and look so beautiful doing it. But you keep your mouth shut, and exasperatedly lean down to put on his tie for him, doing your best not to strangle him with it. It feels strangely intimate, and the brief reprieve finally gives you an opportunity to speak to him.
"Thomas said you have to be present for all parts of the event. There will be reporters at the entrance taking photos, and…” you rattle off, before you realize Rafayel is being uncharacteristically silent, "Are you even listening?”
You look up from the tie in your fingers to glance at Rafayel’s face. He doesn’t look the least bit interested in your words, instead his eyes are fixated on your wrist. You tap his chest to get his attention but he remains still, eyes still on your hands atop his collarbones. You curiously wave your hand in front of his face, hoping to snap him out of his trance. Fortunately you do, but unfortunately Rafayel grabs your wrist suddenly and urgently.
“...What’s the matter?” the bewilderment is unmistakable in your voice. You’re used to Rafayel’s erratic and quirky behavior, but this was alarming, even to you.
Finally his gaze breaks away from your wrist and he speaks, “I heard you talking about the event…” but just as quickly as you’d diverted his attention, it's back on your wrist. His voice is unusually clouded, deeper than usual. His eyes are back on your wrist that’s enclosed in his fingers, as a strange expression crosses his face. It almost feels as if he’s trying to hold himself back, but you’re unsure from what.
"Your hand…” he trails off, inexplicable emotions caught in his hoarse voice. He suddenly tugs you towards him by your wrist, and you stumble forward.
"Rafayel?! Wait!” as you fall forward, your feet run out of space and hit the bottom of the sofa, causing you to tumble on top of him. He catches you easily, sitting you on top of his lap while he brings your captured wrist right up to the side of his face. The awkward position forces you to settle your legs on either side of his thighs, straddling him against the designer couch. The half knotted tie comes undone and you’re left clutching the smooth material in your hands. If it weren’t for the compromising position you found you and Rafayel in, you'd be slightly disappointed at seeing your hard work unraveled.
The grip on your wrist tightens impossibly, almost possessively, "Hold still.” his command is not totally unusual; Rafayel is always demanding things of you, his precious bodyguard. But his voice comes out in a strange and sensual husk, leaving you confused, nervous, and weirdly burning. His silky smooth dress pants shuffle under you, and you’re reminded of the expensive clothes you’re pressed up against, likely worth more than a month of your hunter salary.
"Your suit! It’ll get wrinkled.”
“I don’t care…let me smell this…” he trails off, his voice sounding impossibly far away. You can feel the tickle of his inhale against your wrist and it makes you shiver, goosebumps forming under his touch.
"What is that?” he asks, mostly to himself, lost in his own little world, "It smells good. And smells familiar…”
It wasn’t at all uncommon for Rafayel to be mysterious and even enigmatic, but this was a whole other level of confusion for you, "What…what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
His behavior is starting to worry you. He’s unusually breathless, and you can see a faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. The last thing you needed was him getting sick! You could already hear his needy whines in your head at the mere thought. Demanding to be taken care of and waited on. You almost want to smile at the thought of it; you act constantly annoyed with Rafayel but deep down you know you can’t live without his antics.
"No, I’m fine. Very well, in fact,” but despite his words, Rafayel sounds anything but. His voice, normally a bright and charming, albeit annoying, timbre, is now a hoarse and needy rasp. His ticklish touch on the inside of your wrist reminds you of where you got the perfume that he was so intoxicated by.
"Come to think of it…I tried an unreleased fragrance in the back office of the exhibition hall. It was made with special ingredients,” you scratch your chin with your free hand, trying your best to recall the name of it.
"Perfume? You spritzed the perfume sample on your wrist?”
You glance at him, concern and confusion written all over your face. Isn’t that what you do with perfumes? Rafayel shifts his gaze to your eyes, but his breath remains on the inside of your wrist. It’s deafeningly silent and you realize the scent of the perfume gradually grows stronger as your body temperature rises at the proximity of your body to Rafayel’s. You’re suddenly reminded of the fact that you’re sitting on his lap, and his face is so very close to your own.
He’s still lost in his own thoughts as he murmurs, more to himself than you, "It’s a bit bitter like fermented plants…but very fragrant.”
"It could be a mixture of artificial chemical stuff. Now, unhand me please,” you’re desperate to detach yourself from him, unsure if you can trust your body when it’s pressed so readily upon Rafayel’s own hard and sturdy stature.
"No.”
Your jaw drops at his audacity. But before you can berate him, he’s reaching his free hand to undo the buttons of his collar, as if the clothing is restricting him and making it hard to breath. His purple eyes are glazed over, and a beautiful faint blush paints his cheeks. His exposed collar and chest have you biting back your words, completely losing your train of thought. You squirm at the sight, but Rafayel’s hand on your thighs grip you in place, not letting you move a single inch.
“I could’ve sworn I’ve smelled this fragrance before,” he presses your hand against his cheek as he continues to slowly inhale the scent by the mouthful. It wouldn’t be completely out of the question, the unreleased scent had been developed for his artworks for the collaboration, so it’s very likely he could’ve sampled it during production.
"We can worry about it later. Let’s go. Everyone is waiting” you urge, feeling yourself blush as he shifts slightly under you, brushing against your sensitive inner thighs. You pull your hand away from his cheek, only for Rafayel to yank it back, like a child unwilling to share his favorite toy.
"Let me smell it again,” his demand is meant to be gentle, but comes out rough and urgent. You sigh, letting him melt into your hand again. It’s almost endearing; you quite like being so intimate with Rafayel.
"You know, for someone who hates cats, you sure are acting like one,” you tease, "A kitty that found some catnip to be exact.”
The mere mention of cats is usually enough to set Rafayel off, pouting like a little baby that’s been teased. But instead, he just distractedly responds, "So then are you a cat? I am not a cat. And also, you’re not allowed to say that. I just couldn’t resist…”
You roll your eyes but can’t help but grin at his adorableness, tempted to just give in to his touch, savoring every moment you possibly can before the bubble bursts.
"What is this weird perfume…” he’s talking to himself again, inspecting your hand carefully. His jumbled thoughts have you worried for him again. Although Rafayel did often have energy that bordered on adhd, this was much more intense than that.
"Are you alright?” you repeat, softly. He doesn’t respond, but leans his cheek into your touch, his lips turning so they’re practically kissing your palm. Like this, he inhales the scent with his parted lips. His adam's apple bobs as he gulps, almost feverishly. His hand reaches to further loosen his collared shirt, pulling it open to let the cool air soothe his burning skin.
"It must be an allergic reaction. This isn’t perfume. How dare they use such underhanded methods to trap me…” his words both confuse and scare you. You’re growing increasingly worried about his flushed and sweaty complexion, his collarbones shining under the faint glow of the city lights through the massive windows. His words fill you with a terror you do not understand.
Rafayel holds the area between the bridge of his nose and his forehead, like his head is pounding, before returning to grip the collar of his dress shirt. His hand that holds yours is shaky as he rocks slowly underneath you, inhaling as much of the perfume as he can. His lap brushes against yours and your brain short circuits at the feeling of him pressed against you.
"H-huh?” is the only thing you’re capable of getting out.
"Who gave you the perfume? Who sent it?” his questions are increasingly alarming you, but you do your best to keep calm. You can tell he’s nervous as well, and the sight makes your chest squeeze. Wanting to comfort him, you cup his cheek in your palm and he leans into the touch so contentedly and groaning in satisfaction. Truly like a cat.
You blushed despite yourself. It was so difficult to not be aroused in this compromising position. You’d long since had a crush on Rafayel, always craving his silly antics and theatrics. Missing him intensely when he’d disappear for days at a time.
"No one. Um, why do you look like you’re drunk?” you try to deflect from the burning between your thighs, hoping he can’t notice how hot and bothered you’ve become.
“I’m not drunk. I just don’t like the scent,” he pouts, but nuzzles your hand against his cheek like a cat getting cheek scratches. He turns his lips back into your palm, opening his mouth until you can feel his teeth graze your skin. He groans as he continues to inhale the scent, making you bite back a moan of your own at his gentle nibbles.
"Rafayel…you…” but you find yourself at a loss for words as he continues to breathe in your scent like it's the oxygen he needs to survive. Your own breaths start to come out in shallow pants, and you squirm in his lap. Rafayel moans softly into your palm, biting down gently to get you to stop.
"Are you trying to run away again?” he asks, almost painfully, his eyes piercing into yours, so intense and searching. The glassy look in them reminds you of how much you’re worried about his current well being.
"Rafayel, you don’t look so good. Shouldnt you go to the doctor?” you use the hand Rafayel isn’t gripping to take his face between your free fingers and inspect his beautiful and flushed features.
Rafayel’s breath hitches at your touch, goose flesh littering the skin where your touch singes, “I’m not going anywhere.” and though he doesn’t say it, you can feel what’s left unsaid.
And neither are you.
But he continues, dazed, "You’re gonna lock me up again…you’re with them. I just know it. Don’t think I’m unaware of what you’re about to do.” he has both your wrists in his hands now, gripping them on either side of his neck. "Y/n, I won’t fall for it again. Not this time.”
Though his words scare the shit out of you, you’re unable to concentrate on anything but his eyes that are trained on your neck, where your pulse thrums erratically in anticipation. You’re suddenly hyper aware that your heart is beating so fast you can hardly hear him anymore, despite his face being mere inches from yours. Your breath is close enough to mingle with his. It seems he notices too, because he inhales deeply and throws his head back, gasping.
It's then you realize it's not just the scent of the perfume that's setting Rafayel off, but your own scent mingled with it.
"Rafayel, snap out of it!” you beg. But Rafayel can’t seem to hear you as his cold hand grips the side of your neck, where you’d also dabbed the perfume along. Your breath catches in your throat at the icy touch, unsure of what to do.
Rafayel senses your hesitation, "Don’t worry. I’m not gonna do anything to you.” his voice is a throaty groan, and you’re honestly unsure if that’s even what you want. His body is almost on top of yours now, his breath deafening in your ear. And all you can think about is how you’d wish he’d press into you harder, until you’re suffocating, only able to breathe him in.
But you go with your better judgment, pushing him gently, putting some distance between the two of you. He glances up from your neck, eyes unfocused, and says nothing. He finds himself staring at your lips that are parted slightly to let out the short pants of breath you’re wheezing out. He leans in slowly so he can breathe in as much of you as he possibly can, just nearly closing the proximity between your lips.
Suddenly, your phone buzzes, snapping you out of your little bubble with Rafayel, "Its Thomas! He probably wants to remind us of the time. Let's head out!” you shove your phone until Rafayel’s hands, forcing him to take Thomas’s call for you.
While he’s distracted, you slip out from beneath him and bolt to the nearest bathroom. As you move your legs, you’re made acutely aware of the slick that has formed in your panties. But you focus first on furiously washing off the scent from your wrists and neck. As you scrub, you glance up at the mirror in front of you. You swear at the site of yourself, unbelievably disheveled and undeniably aroused.
As you continue to adamantly scrub, you can faintly make out Rafayel on the phone with Thomas, just outside.
"No, we’re not going to make it. I need to take care of something urgent. Don’t call again please, bye.” when you turn off the faucet, you go to lean against the wall adjacent to the sink, trying to steady yourself and collect your thoughts. You turn around and gently rest your forehead against the wall, sighing into the cool surface against your burning skin, willing the arousal between your legs to go away. You try to remind yourself of poor Thomas all alone at the exhibition right now. Your guilt is short lived as you hear the patter of Rafayel’s feet approaching the bathroom.
"Where are you going?” Rafayel’s words are right behind you, and his hand presses against the bathroom wall that your forehead rests on. You whip around and find yourself trapped between Rafayel’s hard body and the solid wall behind you. You back up instinctively, but find yourself hitting the cold surface before you even take a single step back.
"Gotcha,” Rafayel smirks softly, and you tremble at his proximity to you. His other hand grips a towel bar to your left, while his other hand leans against the wall to your right, so you’re utterly trapped against him. He’s so close, close enough that you can feel his rapid breaths fanning across your parted lips. As Rafayel’s eyes roam all over you, from your lips to your heaving chest, you feel very much like a lamb caught in a lion’s den. Except you don’t want to escape.
"Rafayel…” you murmur using both your hands to gently push against his chest, unintentionally brushing against the exposed skin below his collar, under his unbuttoned dress shirt. You’re hoping he’ll have mercy and release you, afraid that the palpable sexual tension in the air would cloud your, and Rafayel’s, judgment.
He shivers as your wet hands brush against his chest, knuckles turning white as they grip the towel bar next to you. His breath comes out in shallow pants, chest heaving up and down, with a light sheen of sweat painting his pale skin. The sight snaps you out of the moment, reminding you that Rafayel seems like he might have a fever.
"Let’s go to the hospital…I’m worried about you,” your hands shift to grip his open shirt, bringing the fabric together to cover him up. Rafayel’s hand releases the towel bar to take both of your hands into his, trapping them against his chest.
"What will it take for you to believe that I’m okay? I’m exactly where I want to be,” his gruff voice invades all your senses while his eyes burn holes through your own. He presses himself further into you, until his forearm is resting against the wall above you, only your joined hands pressed against his chest separating the two of you. He leans down, his face now impossibly close to yours, and for a second you find yourself lost in his purple and blue cosmic eyes.
You take a deep breath, trying to ground yourself to reality, and remind yourself that Rafayel’s actions are only fueled by the strange effects the perfume has on him. He’s not in his right mind, and you need to think for him.
You whisper, craning your neck up to look into his eyes, "You’re not yourself right now. Let me help you, I can take you to the doctor.”
Rafayel leans down, resting his chin in the crook of your neck. He breathes you in, the smell of the perfume, still potent despite the scrubbing, mixed with your pheromones invading his very being. Slowly, almost like it pains him to do so, he lifts his head away from you. He releases your hands and uses that same hand that gripped them to lift your chin towards him.
"Do you know the only thing you could do that would help me?” his hooded eyes lock yours in. His voice is the soft purr you know and love, slightly tinged with a rough and carnal desire that shakes you to your core.
"Name it. I’ll do it for you.“ part of you knows that Rafayel isn’t going to ask you for anything regarding his health but you can’t stop the words from coming out of your mouth. You’re stepping into very dangerous territory and you can’t hold yourself back.
"Kiss me,” his voice is low, but the assertive demand in it is undeniable. His command makes you shift in between his legs against the wall, becoming hyper aware of how deeply your bodies pressed into each other. You know you want to, you’ve wanted to for some time now. But you can’t shake the idea that the strange effects of the perfume are clouding Rafayel’s judgment and inhibitions.
"R-rafayel…” you stutter hesitantly. Trembling ever so slightly, you lean in to peck his flushed cheek. You watch, slightly amused, as Rafayel’s ears get even pinker.
"Why must you always make me beg?” he whines. His lips stick out in a signature Rafayel pout, one you’ve grown to absolutely adore, no matter how annoying it can be.
You can’t help but laugh breathlessly, your chin still in his grip, “I don’t make you. You just love to beg.“
With your face still in his grip, he sighs dramatically, "Then I won’t beg anymore.” he brings his face to yours and captures your lips with his. He swallows your surprised squeak, which is quickly replaced by a throaty moan of longing and anticipation. Rafayel absolutely devours your noises, his lips so commanding against your own, bending them to his every will. They’re so soft, and you can’t help but think they fit so perfectly slotted against your own.
Though you can taste the urgency on him, Rafayel takes his time with you, engraving the taste and feel of you in his mind forever. He takes it so tortuously and deliciously slow that you find yourself nibbling on his bottom lip, begging him to take you fully.
You can just feel his maddening smirk against your lips. Instead of indulging you, Rafayel laces his practiced fingers under your dress’s skirt and onto your thighs. Only when you yelp in surprise does he finally slip his tongue into your mouth, always intentionally doing things to take you by surprise.
The new sensation of your tongues on each other seems to have Rafayel equally feral, because you feel the unmistakable press of his erection into your stomach. Needing to do something with your hands, you trace the outlines of his chest muscles, enjoying the feel of them finally against your fingers.
Rafayel’s hands venture to your back, expertly undoing the zipper of your dress, and then your bra. Gasping into his open mouth as his fingers return to the pebbling skin of your nipples. He gives a harsh flick to each, and your knees buckle against the sensitivity. You sink down against the wall, lips still attached to his for dear life, but Rafayel shifts so that he catches you with his knee instead. The mid length black dress your wore rides up and serves as a sheer layer of protection between your dampening panties and his knee. The friction of his leg against your crotch is unbearable, forcing you to throw your head back in pleasure.
Your reaction only serves to spur Rafayel further, as he begins to knead his knee into your cunt slowly. Your body turns to mush at the ecstasy of his knee against your most sensitive region, but Rafayel holds you steady with his hands gripping you from the swell of your underboobs.
Burying his face into the crook of your neck, he inhales again. Unbeknownst to you, he practically comes undone at the smell of you alone, "You say I’m always whining but look at you.”
You whimper at his teasing words right against your ear, clutching the back of his neck for support as he continues to hump his knee into you.
Suddenly, Rafayel stops, letting his knee still against your increasingly damp cunt. You can’t help but whine as you look up into his amused eyes. There’s mischief in them as he grins, “I’m getting tired. You’re going to have to do the work.”
Despite your lust clouded brain, you can still think coherently enough to see through his brattiness. You narrow your eyes at him, "You’re tired? Let me take you to the hospital. I knew you weren’t feeling well.” you duck down to escape his arms that cage you in, but he only lowers them so that they now trap you at the waist instead.
"You’re so mean to me Y/N,” he huffs, "Can’t you tell how vulnerable I am right now?”
"Because of the perfume? Why does it affect you so much?” you murmur, squeezing his cheeks slightly.
From Rafayel’s expression you can tell he’s unwilling to share too much information. And as annoying as that was, you trusted him wholeheartedly and knew better than to prod him too much. You would take what you could get.
He rests his head on your shoulder, unwilling to meet your stare. Dusting your hair behind your ear, he sniffs you again, practically consuming the scent. You shiver at the slight breeze he creates at your exposed neck, “I-it’s not just the perfume. I’ve dealt with this scent before, and I’ve developed a tolerance to it.”
You hold his neck against your shoulder, and gently knead his damp skin, letting him inhale the smell like his life depended on it, "Then why?”
Rafayel sighs, releasing the wall behind you but instead trapping you by wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies together. You sigh in satisfaction as his erection presses warmly against you again, your pussy craving his touch
Finally he speaks, but his voice is low and almost feels dangerous, "The marine plant the perfume is extracted from…on its own no longer does anything to me. But when it’s exposed to another scent that I cannot control myself around…the reaction it causes can be extremely potent.”
The sensations of his body pressed tightly against yours makes your brain practically non-functional, so you’re not following his train of thought, so you ask dumbly, "Like the air?”
You can practically hear Rafayel rolling his eyes in his voice, “I need air to survive but do you think I can’t control myself at all times of the day?”
"Okay well I’m confused! And to be fair you do act like an idiot at all times of the day so how am I supposed to know?!” he ignores you, taking another lungfull of the scent on your skin into his body. This time, he growls through an intense shiver, his grip on your body tightening against him. As if the very smell of your skin drove him into a lust filled craze.
And that’s when you realize what he meant.
"O-oh,” is all you can squeak out. Strangely enough, the idea that your scent is what is driving Rafayel to madness makes you leak further into the puddle that had formed in your panties.
Rafayel groans again, one his fists releasing your body to gently pound into the wall behind you, “I-I can smell the arousal in your scent. It’s driving me insane.”
Knowing he can smell the dampness between your thighs is both utterly embarrassing and completely erotic. Your heart lurches, wanting nothing but to take his discomfort away and make him feel good, "H-how can I help you?”
Reluctantly, he removes his chin off your shoulder and turns to face you, gripping your biceps in his hands, almost to the point of pain, "Do you mean that? Because you can’t take it back.”
Shivering at the implications of his words, you nod slowly but more sure than ever, "Yes. Let me help you. I want to help you”
“I-if you want to help me…” Rafayel’s voice is doubtful, like he’s scared you will deny him before he’s even gotten the chance to put his request out. Between your thighs, you feel his knee creeping its way back against your leaking cunt. The shock to your recovering clit causes you to clutch Rafayel’s firm shoulders and throw your head back with a breathy moan. Rafayel feeds off your pleasure, imagining what you would sound like when you were actually stuffed to the brim with him.
“I want…I need to see you cum all over me,” Rafayels throaty plea makes you blush profusely. You almost want to smack him across the head for his shameless words, but the pout on his face reminds you that he’s absolutely serious that this will help him. That seeing you come undone for him will help take the edge off of the effect the perfume is having on him.
"O-okay.” you gulp, nodding. The relief on his face is mixed with unbridled excitement that makes you squirm in anticipation of what's to come. Your feet shift, which causes you to grind down on his knee once more. Unable to withstand the unintentional teasing any further, you languidly moan and grind your leaking cunt against him to relieve some of the pulsing tension in your gut.
Your broken groans grace Rafayel’s ears and you can actually see his eyes light up with pleasure while his ears burn an even deeper red. His breath is shaky as he dips his head back down, inhaling deeply and dusting a kiss to the pulse point on your neck. You shiver as he gently uses his tongue against your neck to soothe his raging desire.
His reaction intrigues you, and you can’t help but want to tease him further, just a little. Peering at him through your eyelashes, you tip toe upwards so you can fan your bated breath across his face, letting him bask in your scent. Your tongue reaches out to gently swipe across his bottom lip, all the while you continue to pleasure yourself using his thigh.
Rafayel is unable to contain his excitement as he watches you use his body for your own gratification. He pants desperately into the crook of your neck, high off your pheromones invading all his senses. Through both your whiny moans, you reach out to graze his cock through his dress pants.
Rafayel hisses at the slightest contact, and his reaction ignites your confidence, provoking you further. You grip him through the silky smooth trousers, holding his throbbing erection in your hand, using your thumb to tease where you think his slit would be.
"Fuck–hah, be gentle please baby. M’sensitive,” he whines through gritted teeth. Your cunt clenches at his words, so teasing yet so endearing from Rafayel’s lips. You can feel the coil in your gut tightening as you continue to hump into Rafayel’s knee, using his body to chase your own high. Your black dress has ridden up, and now the only barrier between Rafayel’s knee and your sopping pussy is your equally soaked panties. You bite your lip and pray that Rafayel doesn’t notice the moist streaks that are starting to appear on his expensive pants.
Through your hooded eyes, you can see Rafayel is enjoying this just as much, if not more, than you are. His eyes are thick with lust, and you can practically see the pulse of his neck pound against his delicate skin. He desperately gasps for air, or maybe he’s trying to breathe more of you in, as you near your earth shattering climax.
"Touch yourself for me,” you purr at him, purposely jutting your bottom lip out in a pout. He obliges obediently, one hand quickly undoing his belt and slipping in to grab his unbelievably hard cock into his hands.
As you watch his face contort in pleasure, you’re filled with the need to grab him into your own hands. "Can I touch you too?” you ask innocently with wide eyes, imagining just how smooth he will feel in your bare hands.
Rafayel whines, still obediently pumping his cock in his hands, "Yes please, I need you to touch me.” at his plea, you let your hands find their way to his hands, still diligently pumping up and down. You wrap your smaller hand over his and mimic his motions. You gasp at the sheer size of him, your fingers just barely able to wrap around his girth. You can feel his veins throbbing against your fingers, begging you to continue further. The sheer amount of pre cum that already coats his fingers, and now yours, makes you wonder how delicious his spend would feel inside you instead.
"You’re so dam beautiful when you – fuck – use me like this. Dreamed about this for s’long,” he bites out, his hands finding your nipples once more. His long artist fingers tease you expertly, taking the peaks and rolling them gently.
His skilled hands and filthy words accelerate the intensity of your body’s peak quickly approaching you. His entire body is flushed and burns under the pumps of your fist, likely exacerbated by the effects of your scent. You respond to his endless stream of gasps and swears with breathless mewls of your own, whispering sweet words into his ear.
"Let me cum Rafayel, please. Want to cum for you s’bad,” you beg against him, despite him having given you all the power already, knowing the begging will drive him insane.
Rafayel drives his knee further into you as your core grinds into him like second nature. Your wrists vigorously pump his leaking cock, the thick heat of it feeling absolutely unreal against your palm. With your free hand you thread your fingers through his long soft hair, gripping gently. With a strangled groan Rafayel sinks his teeth into your neck, sucking at your pulse point as if he’s trying to devour your scent. Reluctantly he pulls away, throwing his head back in pure pleasure once more.
"F-fuck you drive me fucking crazy Y/N,” he pants, his thick length throbbing at your vigorous pumps along his shaft, almost as if his heart was beating inside it. The endless precum that falls from the tip coats your fingers, making a wet mess in Rafayel’s pants and your palm.
He groans in disappointment when you release his erection, but his eyes are trained on your every movement. Overcome with your aching need for the gorgeous purple haired man before you, you bring your soaked fingers to your lips and slowly insert your index and middle finger into your parted mouth. You make a show of letting your tongue lap up his essence from your digits, never letting your eyes break contact with his as you devour him off your fingers. You can’t help but let out a muffled moan at the taste of him, sweeter than you could have ever fathomed, so deliciously Rafayel.
He nearly hyperventilates as you peer at him through the tears of pleasure that had beaded onto your eyelashes. "Look at you, hah, like a fucking masterpiece,” his thumb caresses your lip as his breathless praises make you squirm against his knee. The pre cum on his thumb swipes onto your tongue, and you itch to taste him again. You shift yourself so that you can take his thumb into your mouth, using your tongue to swipe all the slick off his slender fingers.
Rafayel shivers at your touch, his mind a mush of lust and adoration as he watches your eyes roll back at the taste of his cum on your lips.
"You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmurs, drunk off your pheromones invading his senses. You only smile at him and tip toe up to press your lips against his, wanting him to be able to taste himself on your tongue. He groans into your mouth at the odd sensation of being able to taste both himself and you all at once. Both his hands come up to thread in your hair, pulling you as deeply into him as he possibly can. You can feel his exposed chest against your own, his heart pounding rapidly against the swell of your dress covered breasts. The proximity lets him control every twitch of his quads against your cunt and you cry into his mouth at the stimulation.
As you continue to fuck yourself onto his knee, you find yourself on the cusp of your orgasm, nearly blinded by the ecstasy of his leg wedged between your thighs and the salty taste of his slick on your tongue, "Raf-rafayel, m’gonna cum.”
Despite his furious blush, he smirks at you, as devilishly handsome as ever, "You gonna cum on my knee baby?”
If it weren’t for the cloud of pleasure fogging your every nerve you’d surely have a snarky retort to throw back at him, but the need to have him is so great you can’t think of a single thing. Without even needing to enter you, Rafayel has rendered you utterly fucked out.
So instead, you nod eagerly as your grinding against his knee becomes increasingly sloppy and erratic. Rafayel, entranced by the utterly fucked bliss in your eyes can’t stop himself from falling deeper into the abyss that is you: your voice, your eyes, your smell, your soul. He finds himself realizing that, though he’s seen millions of dollars in once in a lifetime artworks, even creating some of his own to add to this infinite world, the entire universe pales in comparison to you. The thick haze of emotions overwhelms him and he finds himself begging, once again.
"P-please cum for me, my love. I need to see it,” Rafayel begs into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. The sensation makes your entire body shiver, causing your cunt to quiver further into his soaked knee. You’re not used to his voice, normally teasing and bratty voice, being this needy and adoring. It’s all enough to shove you viciously into your orgasm. You cling onto Rafayel as you release all over your panties and his leg, still languidly grinding into you.
You can’t stop the screams that rip out of your mouth, pure ecstasy and satisfaction laced into your very breath. Rafayel holds you tightly against him, cooing into your ear, talking you through the waves of pleasure, as the excruciating ecstasy makes tears spill out of your eyes and onto your cheels.
Rafayel eyes widen in pure awe as he watches every shiver and twitch of your orgasm against his leg. He throws his head back, swearing as your scent becomes exponentially more potent. The smell of your spend is thick in the air, mixing with your pheromones and the perfume until it overloads every nerve in his body. The throbbing in his cock grows unbearable even with nothing touching it, physically twitching uncontrollably as he explodes inside his slacks.
You cry out one last time when your thighs collapse from the intense climax, and Rafayel catches you by your waist, holding you steady against him and the wall behind you. The movements against your cunt slow as you ride out the final waves of your orgasm. With nothing separating his thigh from your cunt but your soaked panties, Rafayel can swear he feels your clit throb against him, the aftershocks of your climax wracking your body, just as the effects of his own orgasm sear through his.
You’re a panting and sobbing mess against his flushed chest. Your legs are completely useless, supported solely by Rafayel’s strong and safe arms around your waist and his knee still wedged between you. He rests his face in the mess of your hair, breathing you into him. Unbeknownst to you, Rafayel is reeling from his own climax as he holds you protectively against him, almost for dear life.
Through the comfortable silence that has blanketed the bathroom, Rafayel’s voice vibrates on the top of your head, "You smell so fucking good baby.”
You smile contentedly against Rafayel’s chest, your hands reaching up to smooth his curly hair away from his sweaty forehead, "Do you feel better?”
He smiles against your head, taking another deep breath of you into him. His voice is thick with satisfaction, but also unrelenting hunger, "Yes, but…” you wait for him to finish his thought, but there’s only silence.
"Rafayel?”
His reply comes out strangled and heavy against the top of your head, “I-I need more. I need you.”
You shift so you can look up at him. He doesn’t speak, but his hooded eyes tell you everything he’s thinking. Maybe it’s the post orgasm haze, but you find yourself being unable to deny Rafayel, wanting nothing more than to please him.
Getting on your toes so you can reach him, you let your bottom lip brush against his, relishing in the way his breath catches in his throat, and whisper, "Take me Rafayel.”
"Sh-shit,” he mumbles and presses his lips the rest of the short distance into yours. He tears into you with such torrid intensity that your knees buckle. As his palms hold your face in place, you cling onto his shoulders for support, the feeling of him enveloping you so overwhelmingly addicting. As your legs give out under the excruciating anticipation of what’s to come, you hook your knee into Rafayel’s waist. He grips your thigh, lifting it to hook around his back. His hand kneads into your bare skin as he reluctantly tears his lips from yours.
"You can’t stand anymore?” his cocky grin contrasts the deep blush on his cheeks. Before you can snap back at him, he hoists you up against the wall. Instinctively you yelp, wrapping your other leg against his waist as he holds you securely against the cool tiles behind you and his solid abdomen.
His lips simultaneously find yours again, locking deeply with an unrelenting passion that quite literally takes your breath away. As your breath becomes his, your thighs clench at the crushing intensity of his lips, wanting him deeper, harder. His tongue explores every inch of you, and you whimper into him at the pure need that was manifesting in your gut once more.
Feverishly, Rafayel breaks away, like he cannot possibly wait another second. He doesn’t even break a sweat as he balances your squirming body with one hand, his other hand reaching down to pull off his belt that he’d undone earlier.
You want to ask Rafayel if it’d be more comfortable to go to his bed or even the studio sofa, but you’re rendered speechless as he pulls his cock out of his slacks. You’d felt it in your hands earlier, but seeing it in all its glory under the light was a whole different story.
Rafayel definitely took pride in how he presented himself, his hair, his clothes; everything about him was pristine and curated just how he wanted others to see him. And his manhood was no different. He stood absolutely proud against his naval, his impressive length erect enough to touch just below his belly button, curving straight up. He’s unsurprisinglt well groomed, but with a dusting of pubic hair along his happy trail to his glorious cock. Like Rafayel himself, it was nothing short of art.
But then you noticed that he has trails of white cream smeared all over his delicious length, matted into the hair along his pelvis. Far too much to be just pre cum.
"D-did you cum earlier?” you can’t stop the grin that forms on your face as you realize Rafayel had finished earlier just watching you pleasure yourself against him. Literally came undone at the mere thought and sight of your pleasure.
Rafayel averts his eyes, hiding under his tousled bangs, his face tomato red, "Sh-shut up!” his reaction only makes you laugh and want to provoke him more.
"You’re such a bad boy Rafayel, cumming without me touching you,” you coo, using one hand to scratch his hair soothingly, "Just an eager little kitty for me.”
Rafayel’s eyes narrow as his lips form his signature pouty grimace, “I am not a cat.”
You open your mouth to tease him more, but Rafayel pushes you harder into the wall so he can free one hand to rub his thumb against your lips. You yelp at the feel of the stone cold wall being pressed further into your burning skin. With his finger on your mouth, his eyebrow raise at you pointedly. His eyes light up with an intense and burning warning, “I’m about to fucking ravage you. Are you sure you want to keep teasing me?”
His words shut you up instantly. You shake your head vehemently and obediently, your cunt aching at his promises, needing nothing more than to be filled with him.
"Good girl,” he murmurs, his hand moving off your lips to reach under your dress, hooking his finger into the waistband of your panties. You shiver at the feel of his palm on your waist, as he attempts to pull them off of you. But he quickly grows impatiently frustrated at the tangle of your bodies.
“I’ll buy you another pair, ‘kay?” you’re about to protest but Rafayel wastes absolutely no time, bunching the delicate material in his fist and tearing it off you. You gape as the sound of fabric ripping sounds in the air and watch the lace material fall to the ground.
"R-rafayel! I liked that pair!” you scold, hitting his shoulder in a mixture of disbelief but also arousal at his primal urge. You know you should be more upset but you find yourself just melting into a puddle at his unabashed behavior. I mean honestly you wore those in hopes that he might see them anyways.
“I’ll buy you as many as you want, if you let me rip them off of you,” he grins in feigned apologeticness. At your expression he continues, this time earnestly, "M’sorry, just can’t wait anymore.” and with those words, Rafayel sheaths himself into you. You yelp at the alarming stretch, his girth much more than you’re used to. Even with the thick slick of your combined orgasms, it’s slightly painful to accommodate him.
Simultaneously, Rafayel cries out huskily as he enters you, your grip down there absolutely strangling his erection. The finish of your first climax thickly coats his cock, but it’s just barely enough to offset the stretch from how thick he is. His strong arms hold you securely in place as his pelvis slowly begins thrusting up into you, pushing you up the wall at every stroke.
The angle he has you in meant every single thrust hits your cervix, his cock unbelievably lengthy. The curvature causes every stroke to drag deliciously against your g spot which makes you cream uncontrollably at each thrust, a ring of white forming at the base of his cock that splashes into you with every vigorous stroke. Your clit rubs roughly against his pelvis, his coarse happy trail rubbing against it with every movement, stimulating your body beyond belief.
"Fuck you’re taking me so well baby,” Rafayel moans into your ear, swallowing another mouthful of your aroma. You whimper as you feel him getting unbelievably harder at your scent alone, his solid flesh brushing against every single corner of your gummy walls. His veins throb inside of you as he twitches in pleasure. "So fucking tight, all for me yeah?”
"Raf, s’big. Feel s’good,” you slur, the haze of ecstasy starting to cloud your consciousness. His thrusts go harder, deeper, at your praises, and you cry out, unable to stop your thighs, and simultaneously your cunt, from tightening around him.
A strangled moan leaves his lips at your movements, his damp forehead pressing against yours as one of his hands leave your thighs to grip the wall next to you. "Sh-shit are you always this tight or is this jus’ for me?”
Before you can respond, Rafayel is babbling huskily into your ear again, "Wish you could see yourself right now. You look so beautiful, so fucked out, all for me huh?”
Your eyes squeeze shut at his filthy words, and you can’t help but clench down on him again. Your profuse arousal coats the hair along his pelvis, creating the most filthy and lewd noises as Rafayel continues to bounce you onto his cock, his stamina absolutely unreal. Your lips chant his name, over and over, your brain only filled with him.
"Look at me Y/N, need to see you,” Rafayel begs into your neck, still absolutely inhaling your pheromones, getting harder at every intake, "Jesus you smell so fucking good.”
You force your eyes open, fighting the ecstasy from taking over completely. As he shifts to stare into your eyes, he gives you the most gorgeous Rafayel smile that threatens to short circuit your brain and stop your heart. There’s an overwhelming swirl of emotions in his purple-blue eyes: lust, mischief, adoration, respect, longing, and…so much love.
It’s all enough to make you want to confess the feelings you yourself had forced deep down, trying desperately to forget them for the sake of your friendship and working relationship. Rafayel keeps staring into your eyes, straight into your soul, and you finally open your mouth to try and find the words, “I–”
But instead, he cuts you off, bending down so your lips brush against each other again, “I know.” with those words, he presses himself needily into your waiting mouth
Grateful that he doesn’t need you to say the words, you return his kiss with equal fervor, doing your best to convey all the things you had wanted to say.
The bruisingly passionate kiss pushes you towards the edge as Rafayel continues to bounce you ruthlessly onto his cock. You’re forced to pull away from his lips to let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Through the overwhelming ecstasy, Rafayel takes the opportunity to shove his hand in between your bodies, easily finding your clit. The stimulation forces you to scream out uncontrollably, your eyes and head rolling back into the wall.
"Jesus look at how soaked you are Y/N,” he mumbles in awe, eyes glued to where your bodies connected, "Look, baby.”
At his urging, you force yourself to lift your head off the wall and glance down at his fervent ministrations. The sight you’re met is enough to make you finish all over him right then and there.
The veins in Rafayel’s thick forearm bulge as he paws at your clit furiously, the slick glistening on his thick length and splatters as the force of his thrusts rattle you deliciously against the cold wall. As he pulls out of you entirely with each thrust, you can see the throb of each vein of his cock, aching to be thrust back inside you.
"Raf-rafayel,” you gasp out, “I–”
“I-I know baby, I can feel it. Squeezing the life out of me,” he groans, shifting your entire weight onto his right arm while his left forearm slams into the wall above your head, anchoring him and allowing him to fuck into you with a new mind numbing intensity.
His chin digs into your shoulder as he hammers into you relentlessly, "Ffuuck baby, gonna make me cum all – shit – over you huh?”
The force of the orgasm that chases you is utterly blinding, and against your better judgment you plead with him, "P-please cum inside Raf, I want to feel you.”
You can feel his panting breath hitch by your ear, and he whispers, "Are you sure? Don’t tease me Y/N. Y-you can’t take it back. Please.”
"Won’t take it b-back,” you wail as his thrusts bruise your walls, the painful pleasure edging you closer and closer to your undoing. "Please Rafayel, need you inside me s’badly.”
At your begging, Rafayel goes absolutely insane. He slams you so vigorously against the wall that you can practically feel the entire house shake. Every throbbing thrust pushes against your more sensitive spots, bullying right into your cervix. His breath becomes increasingly erratic and he sinks his teeth into your neck to contain his throaty moans.
The sudden sensation of his teeth against your pulse, so dangerously aggressive yet gently teasing, sends you barreling into your orgasm. "Cumming, cumming, m’cumming Raf,” you wail repeatedly, unable to form any other words as tears stream down your face and onto his ruined dress shirt.
Your hand roughly tears at Rafayel’s hair as he continues to ravage both your clit and your aching hole, finally sending your body into the mind numbing explosion of your climax. Your cunt grips onto him for dear life, throbbing uncontrollably to the sloppy rhythm of his thrusts. You ride the endless waves of your orgasm, vision blurring as tears continue to spill from your eyes.
"Raf, s’too much,” you whimper, fingers releasing his hair and reaching down to scratch at his back, trying to relieve any of the overwhelming pleasure that threatened to make you lose consciousness. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about how you were destroying Rafayel’s expensive shirt under your nails. Your legs tighten around his waist as he continues to pound you into the wall. You’re almost sure your body will be battered and bruise tomorrow, not that you’d complain.
"M’sorry,” he pants, but only thrusts harder and faster, "Jus’ hold onto me love. M’so – ffuuck – so fucking close.” you nod obediently, still riding the last receeding waves of your own orgasm, pussy quivering around every ridge and vein on his shaft.
"Jesus if you could feel how tight you’re squeezing me right now,” Rafayel grits through clenched teeth, "You want me to cum inside you that bad? That you’re gonna force it out of me?”
Your lids feel so heavy as the pleasure of your orgasm ebbs into exhausted satisfaction, and you murmur, "M’not doing anything Raf, you jus’ feel so good. So deep.”
At your praises, Rafayel lets out a strangled groan and comes undone inside of you. You cry out as the warmth of his spend fills you, soothing the ache from the ravaging your poor cunt just took. He shoots rope after rope of it into you, a never ending stream of him emptying inside of you.
Rafayel rests his forehead against yours, his forearm still using the wall above your head to support him. You both pant into each other as the quivering of your cunt squeezes every last drop of him inside you. He shivers at the feeling of your womanhood throbbing around his softening member, completely spent.
Rafayel does his best to keep himself, and you, upright. His arms shake slightly, the aftershocks of his own orgasm devastating every muscle in his body. You can feel his biceps trembling, you fight to keep your eyes open, "S’okay Raf I can stand.”
"Okay love,” he murmurs into your hair, taking in one last whiff of your scent, before pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead. You whimper as he slips out of you, your sore hole still wanting nothing more to be filled by Rafayel. You do your best to ignore the thick streaks of your collective spend dripping down your legs. As you unhook your thighs and let your feet touch the floor, your body gives out.
Rafayel catches you before your knees can crash into the tiled bathroom floor. You don’t have to look at his face to know he’s smirking at you.
"Need me to carry you baby?”
As you hold yourself up clutching his arm, you narrow your eyes at him, "No. Shut up.”
Rafayel chuckles, the smile in his eyes glowing brightly at you, "Come on Y/N, let me take care of you.”
Your snappy refusal is cut off by your squeal as Rafayel scoops you into his arms, like a princess. You wince at the feeling of the smearing of dampness between your thighs as Rafayel hooks his arms under your thighs. You hadn't even noticed that he’d put his belt back on.
"Always with the theatrics Rafayel,” you grin, unable to stop yourself from burying your face into his chest. He smiles in response as he carries you through his home. You breathe in Rafayel’s scent, an intoxicating blend of sea salt, cardamom, and arousal.
"You love me.”
You sigh to yourself, love him you absolutely did. But that was a conversation you two would need to have another day.
Looking up, you find yourself in Rafayel’s room, his white curtains billowing as the night time breeze cascades through them. As Rafayel sets you down on his plush king sized bed, your phone rings from the inside of his pocket. You’d almost forgotten you’d given him your phone when Thomas had called earlier.
The phone keeps ringing as Rafayel sits besides where you lay, attention focused solely on you. You pat his thigh, "Raf? Can you pick up my phone?”
Rafayel grimaces as he grabs your cell phone from his slack pockets. "It’s just Thomas,” he grumbles like a child, “I told him not to call again.”
He takes one look at your unamused expression and sighs in defeat, "Fine fine.”
Rafayel picks up the phone, snapping, "What Thomas?”
"Speaker phone,” you mouth at him, only able to hear Thomas’s erratic mumbles through the phone. He rolls his eyes, but puts the call on speaker, holding it up between you two.
"You guys better be half dead in a ditch or actually dead,” he threatens sulkily, "How could you guys not show up?”
"Didn’t I say not to call again?” Rafayel fires back, but his tone is teasing. You know Rafayel cares about Thomas a lot, even if he makes the agent’s life hell.
"Thomas, I’m so sorry! I’ll make it up to you I swear,” you apologize, feeling horribly guilty. You could only imagine how many angry sponsors and reporters he had to deal with.
As Rafayel holds the phone with one hand for you to speak into, he notices your black dress had ridden up to reveal glistening streaks pooling down your legs. He uses the index finger of his free hand to scoop up the spend that continues to drip down your thighs. Your breath hitches as he smirks at you, his hand creeping up further, into your inner thigh.
"You owe me so many dinners,” Thomas grumbles, but you have a difficult time paying attention to the rest of his words as Rafayel’s hands venture further up, dangerously. You give him a warning look, but his fingers only trail up further to tease you, grazing against your bare slit.
"Are you guys even listening to me?” Thomas demands through the phone, his tone is as pouty as Rafayel normally is.
"Y-yes, I’m sorry,” you try to keep your voice as steady as possible, “I’ll uh, I’ll get you take out tomorrow!” you swat at Rafayel’s lingering hands but he doesn’t budge. His ears are pink and you notice his breaths are coming out in short pants as he quietly climbs onto the bed at your feet. You do your best to keep your own moans from bursting uncontrollably out of your lips as his fingers relentlessly tease you.
"Yes, and I want boba too. With extra – wait. What are you guys doing?” Rafayel and your eyes snap to each other and then to the phone. You’re about to speak when Thomas’s shrill voice cuts in again.
"You guys better not be doing what I think you’re doing! I swear to g–”
“‘kay gotta go bye bye Thomas love you!” Rafayel interrupts sheepishly, ending the call with his thumb. There’s a brief moment of disbelief and silence before you both burst out into laughter.
You clutch your stomach, trying to catch your breath as the uncontrollable giggles keep coming. But the thought of Thomas makes you feel guilty again, "Rafayel maybe we can still make it to the party if we hurry. We can’t just leave Thomas –”
Rafayel shushes you with his finger, his hair falling into his eyes as he leans over you, “I just got an idea for a painting and I have to start right now.”
You’re no stranger to Rafayel’s spontaneous bouts of inspiration. In the past, he’d literally drag you to the oceanside and not ten minutes into the excursion, he’d race home needing to get started on an idea he had right then and there. And sometimes he’d forget you at the beach.
"Right now? But we’re not in the studio,” you squirm as Rafayel leans closer to your face, shifting his body so that he’s kneeling at your feet, in between your legs.
"Oh. I meant a different kind of painting. Maybe on your stomach,” your brows furrow in confusion at his words as he smirks mischievously at you. You squeak as he climbs to hover over you, his body pressed against your still sensitive areas. Your body heats up again as the feel of his hardening cock against you.
His thumb presses against your bottom lip, the salty taste of him invading your senses once more, "Or maybe…on your beautiful face.”
The implications of his words finally hits you all at once, and your face burns like a wildfire. You hit his shoulder weakly and unconvincingly, already succumbing to the arousal pooling back in your thighs as you watch the desperate need return to his eyes.
"R-rafayel!”
"Then again you’re already a piece of art,” he murmurs, his voice groggy with desire. He presses a kiss to your parted lips, then to your exposed collarbone, and then to your covered breasts, "But you know me. I like to take my time with my art.”
Oh you were utterly fucked.
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