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🃏 Kokichi Ouma Age-up Timeline 🍇
Here, I've used his initial designs as inspiration! I like looking back at older designs cause for a lot of them, it's like watching them grow up!
Headcanons under cut (HUUUGE SPOILER WARNING FOR DRV3)
(Content Warning for child abuse, mental illness and disorder, self harm, generally dark and unsettling topics ahead)
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First off, I'm firm in my take that Tsumugi was lying about everyone being fictional. There's a lot that doesn't match up, and the local V3 fandom celebrity responsible for the Amalgamate fic has helped me tremendously in solidifying my stance. I think they absolutely do belong to the DR universe, but the memories they get that aren't part of their backstory are completely fabricated.
If there's any additional input on V3 in Raincode, don't let me know because I haven't played yet ;w;
That said, there's many things I, like Kokichi, will refuse to clarify or elaborate on. His character demands mystery, and it would be a trivialization of his writing to just. lay it all out there. I think approaching his writing with the mindset of knowing the whole truth would be to bastardize his integrity and simplify him in a distasteful way - so all my headcanons here will be written and are intended to be seen as broad strokes as opposed to finely tuned detail.
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I like to think of his past as muddy and confusing, even to him. There's not a lot he can remember clearly, and constantly confuses different takes on his memories. To me, it's clear that lying is a huge trauma thing to him - I would assume multiple sources would be responsible, like authority, family, and peers.
He's been lying as a means of survival, with multiple layers of how he feels about it - despite what he says, there's not actually one truth. Multiple truths exist for one single thing, and I think that mindset is something that scares him tremendously - he'd probably say that reality is just a lie you tell yourself, in order to justify trivializing and minimizing both feelings/emotion and trauma.
In his head, there's so much wrong with him that he can't even begin to unravel himself and understand everything that's happened to him, why he does what he does, why he feels what he feels... so on. He feels multiple things that often contradict each other, and he doesn't know how to understand that, so he often switches his justifications to suit whatever narrative he needs to cope.
In general, however, he claims he's just lying. There are in fact, genuine times he does actually lie... but rather than being a true compulsive liar, he is actually a compulsive method actor. He's so empathetic to everything and everyone, that he can easily switch his masking techniques to suit whatever he or others need, and does so involuntarily most of the time, though he does know how to "switch it on" purposefully.
In his earlier ages, he may have suffered from a guardianship similar to what those who have DID had gone through (not me projecting lol /hj). He's been bred and born into tragedy, not unlike Komaeda but absolutely distinct from him in that I do not believe this boy has had any good luck with anything in his life - not family, not friends, not money, nothing. I might even go so far as to assume that, similar to Yasuhiro having an unnaturally high good luck, Kokichi is suffering from unnaturally high bad luck.
I noticed that, on a lot of his designs, he seems to have always had *something* covering at least one of his hands - and even on his final design, though it could just be a design fluke or something weird with perspective I misunderstood, you can see the smallest scrap of fabric underneath his right sleeve that could be seen as another hand/wrist covering. When lined up with the other designs, it could very easily be taken as a wrist bandage - at least by my eyes. So, I (and a lot of others it seems, especially those who identify with him) have taken this to mean he may in fact be self-harming, and has been for a long while. Anyone who hyperfixates on this guy wouldn't be surprised in the slightest if that turned out to be true.
I think that age 11 is probably what Kokichi himself would think of as his 'turning point', just going off of my little chart here; something tremendously awful happened to him, then. To fuel speculation and abide by his character rules, all I'm going to definitively say is... he likely wouldn't even trust doctors with a needle, let alone his life.
So, the hardest year of any modern kid's life... 12 years old. In my family especially, it's the worst year you'll ever face, and my god was that true for me. So I think this year fits him for gaining his... as the creators put it, 'otherworldly' expressive nature. This is the year he completely stops putting effort into trying to understand the truth, and fully embraces the chaos that is his reality. He's fine!!!!!! :)))))
He mellows out around 15, and I like to think of this year as his cringe-fail-iest year to date. This motherfucker would likely be seen in Hot Topic, jamming to MCR, glomping his friends, verbally roleplaying, so forth. His phone signature is a series of kaomojis. Idk if there's a similar equivalent of being a cringe baby weeb for Japanese who are my age, so I'm really just basing this on my own experience of being 15 in 2011. But whatever the equivalent is, he is absolutely it. 15 year old Kokichi is current Kokichi's most embarrassing time ever.
However, it's also likely the age he started his talent's namesake - of becoming the Ultimate Supreme Leader. Which, I choose to believe is, much like Kokichi in general, both true and false. Same for his actual group, DICE. Both is good ;o)
Following his talent, he has a natural command to his voice that feels as though you're forced to hear him speak. No one can really talk over him unless their ability to do so demands it - say for example, Sonia, the SHSL Princess. Due to the nature of their talents, I think Sonia's voice and ability to command would absolutely trump Kokichi's. However, due to the aforementioned bad luck, people are compelled to not trust him - even if what he's saying is true. (Kokichi voice: oh pythia we're really in it now)
Also, you can't really tell because of all the scarring, but 15 and 19 are the ages where he stopped going outside so he's paler and paler, lol
And my last one, I love to imagine that due to his talent, he's actually intensely adept at fighting, especially dodging. In fact, I think he's even way smarter than he'd like to believe!
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i tell myself not to cross over kirby and love live because that would be silly. i am a liar
what do you mean i can be weird about two things at once??? sign me up
…this is what made me realize once and for all just how hard it is to draw clothes on kirby characters lol
kirby is very Honoka to me. btw
also here’s some meta knights from my phone
#wrote a little note on one of these it says be cringe be free dai dai dai daisuki#oh that one with magolor he’s doing the korekara wa bit from digital trippers#friend was confused by it so clarifying lol#these look silly but this is a very silly post so i don’t care <3#i am going to make a post so specific to my own interests#my art or something#kirbyposting#love live#meta knight#kirby#king dedede#bandee#bandana waddle dee#sailor dee#magolor#taranza#rina tennoji#yes that’s Mari dedede OH yeah these poses look weird because most of them are figures#dedede’s just…don’t translate very well but it’s kinda funny so i’ll allow it cute anime girl pose dedede go brr#cotton candy ei ei oh moment too#now that i think about it mags is actually miku here lol#on a scale of one to ten how confused are you right now#anyway…im tired of seeing this post every time i open drafts#so will it mean nothing to anyone but me and maybe like 2 and a half people? probably not lmao#but daisuki dattara daijoubu :D
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SO GLAD IM READING OBBLIGATO LIKE.. YOURE TELLING ME I WAS MISSING OUT ON THIS MUCH OLD SIB!MERU CONTENT??????
#i also read romantic date before#IT WAS TOO FUNNY BYW#For someone who speedran uni at a young age... they sure as hell get confused 😭😭#everyday i find more and more reasons why i absolutely LOVE old sib meru :")) 💞#LIKE?? they seem like such a sweetheart to people younger than them in a sibling sorta way ?? ( kaname ofc LOL kohaku and jun -#are prime examples of this )#meru internally fighting back their older sib urges to look after their friends as it is unlike kaname to do it .#(i feel the need to clarify i hc meru as agender aroace but most meru ships ive seen are very cool ‼️ )#ALSOALSOALSO#i hc-ed a look for them...#i think they have kaname's hair colour but their hair is noticably longer at the back#yet when you look at the front you cant really see a difference so you can confuse them for kaname#like jun did#but when you look closer- they have a slighly off eye colour (maybe green? or something that would work well w yellow contacts)#and the front strands of their hair are longer#and ofc merus tucked in strand compared to kanames untucked one#idk i just like the idea of meru having long hair then having to cut it off bc of the impersonation stuff and then getting -#-hair envy from nagisa niki leo souma yuuta and mama LOL#character with long hair : exists. meru : >:( [ distant meru envy. ]
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you ever just. minding your business, wanting love but not seeking it bc of of who u r as a person or w/e, and end up stumbling into a silver fox of a man who is head over heels for you (but married!! oh fuck) and conflicted about his feelings for you, and end up with him deciding to be a sugar daddy that wants to cuddle you every chance he gets bc this is not how I anticipated my hot girl summer to go
#im so fuckin confused#he is literally paying for my first tattoo lads#and to clarify i do reciprocate the feelings he is literally the sweetest person on this earth and i wish i could just be with him#but we literally cannot bc i do not want to be a fucking homewrecker#he's told he does love his wife but since meeting me 6 months back hes been. conflicted and having thoughts#and he doesn't know how to proceed on either end#i tried suggesting they do marriage counseling but apparently she freaked out on him for suggesting it bc she doesn't see any problems#which... is indicative of a problem to me lol#i care about him a lot tho this is a very complicated situation. i dont want to be the other women and i dont want to make a mess#im totally okay with just being his best friend bc im generally an affectionate person!#but if his wife knew we hugged this much she would probably consider it cheating lol#but we did sit down and have a really good talk where i told him i do have stronger feelings but he is still so confused and we both cried#seeing a man be that vulnerable is heartbreaking i just want to keep him in my coat pockets forever 😭😭😭#anyway#lukan runs her mouth#i literally tried to refuse the money he gave me too bc he handed it to me in cash#if he gave me a check i would have said no and never cashed it#but he was like i know you actually appreciate it and i want you to love that tattoo when you get it (:#and i 😭💕#send help#the sugar fox chronicles
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Hey can I get a jealous Jude x female reader. Nothing too toxic lol l, it’s just some guys hitting y/n up on social media and somehow Jude sees the DMs and gets a little jealous. Then his petty self goes and posts a picture of him and his girlfriend on her ig or something petty like responds back with a “she’s busy bro”. Thanks 🫶🏻
jealousy | jude bellingham
obsessed with this concept already !!
summary: while you're getting ready to go out on a date with your boyfriend, he accidentally sees some dms he doesn't like and decides to do something about it
warnings: none
word count: 738
a/n: boring title booo i know i know i couldn't think of anything better :( i do hope you like the one shot tho it was fun to write about jealous jude <3
you were getting ready to go out on a date with jude while he was laying on your bed waiting for you. his phone was charging somewhere in the living room so you gave him yours to play a game so he doesn’t get bored. you were putting on your makeup while singing along to your playlist while he was building some villages or whatever it was that they do on clash royale. however, jude got distracted when an instagram dm pop up at the top of your phone, it was from this formula 1 driver that he knew was always liking your pictures, he didn’t knew he was dming you as well. he thought about opening the message, but he didn’t want to invade your privacy like that, so he simply looked at you.
“someone dm you.” he says.
his voice took you out of your little world and you place your gaze on him thought the mirror you were applying your makeup on.
“who?”
“lando norris.” he reads the name like he didn’t knew already.
“what does it say?” you hide a laugh and continue with your makeup routine.
jude opens the message and reads it out loud. it was obvious he was hitting on you by replying to a story you had posted earlier that day when you went to brunch with your friends and you felt cute.
“are you gonna answer?” he asks again, hints of jealousy on voice.
“not really, no.” you answer and go back to singing along and applying mascara on.
when jude goes back to the screen on your phone his thumb accidentally swipes left and your whole inbox is completely exposed to him. he didn’t meant to do that, but it really was an accident and he couldn’t help but see now that it was there, only he wished he didn’t have.
some of your dms were just conversations with your friends, but a lot of them were just guys replying to your stories and hitting on you, which made him even more jealous than before. you never replied to them, going as far as deleting some of the messages you received, but since you hadn’t checked your instagram since that afternoon a lot of dms from different guys complimenting you on your story were there for jude to find.
he frowns at the phone and takes a look at you, completely oblivious while doing your eyeliner. his eyes go back to the screen and he starts looking up some pictures that you took the week before of you two.
“do you mind if i post one of those pictures you took of us last week?” he asks out of nowhere. “so i can repost it on my story.” he clarifies.
you frown a bit confused because this is the first time he has asked you something like this, but after him seeing the other guy’s dm and feeling a bit jealous you connected the dots and smile amused.
“sure.” you say.
he nods and went to post a story with the two of you looking definitely like the couple you were. he spend a few seconds thinking about a good caption, landing on a simple “my boyfriend❤️”, very straight to the point. he also tagged himself big enough for everyone to see and posted the picture, a satisfied smile on his face.
when you were done with your makeup and ready to go, you approached him and sat on his lap, your phone still in his hand.
“let me see the picture.” you smiled. he shows you the story and you rolled your eyes, a bit amused at his possessiveness. “was that really necessary?” you point at the text and he just shrugs.
“i just feel like there’s a lot of people that don't know we’re together, you know? just wanna put it out there.” you nod, fighting the smile on your face and putting your arms around him.
“is that so?” you tease him, getting closer to him if that was even possible.
“yeah, lots of guys on your dms.” he confess. “they liked your selfie earlier.”
“hmm.” you answer. “i wouldn’t know about that, i only like one guy.” a treacherous smile takes over his lips and you take the opportunity to kiss him. “wanna go? we’ll be late to dinner.”
jude just nods and gets out of bed, never dropping your hand for a second.
#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham#jude bellingham one shot#real madrid x reader#jude bellingham fluff#jude bellingham x y/n#football#football one shot#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham fanfic#jude bellingham imagine#jb5#jb10#jude bellingham gif
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Short and Sweet
Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Reader
Word Count: 853
Warnings: Best friend’s brother— is that a warning? This is just a short lil thing for Valentine’s Day
A/N: The poem and response in this came from Thomas Richardson’s “Gentleman’s Valentine Writer” which wasn’t actually published until 1828 but I needed ideas, okay? Also, I wrote this when Bridgerton was still the lead in the poll lol
Living beside the Bridgerton household had many advantages. Being close in age to Daphne gave you the perfect excuse to spend time with her. However, spending time with Daphne meant also spending time with the rest of her family, which allowed you to form a close bond with them all. One Bridgerton in particular being Benedict.
Benedict was a few years older than you, but within a perfectly reasonable range that made it acceptable for you to fancy him. How could you not? He was sweet and sensitive, but he had a playful side that brought joy any time you were fortunate enough to witness it. Although, you never dared to dream that Benedict might return your affections. You were the best friend of his younger sister, surely he would not think of you in that way.
Initially, you had been excited to be presented before the queen and sent out into society. But while Daphne had been deemed the season's incomparable, you had fallen into her shadow. You were happy to see your friend receive many visitors and gifts, but some days it would hurt to see a line of men outside her door while you waited in an empty sitting room.
Waking on Valentine's Day brought nothing but sorrow. It was only one month into the social season and you already felt that you were destined to become an old spinster. With no prospective husbands in sight, you would likely have to face a second season. You did not expect that you would receive any callers that day, yet you waited in your sitting room in a fine dress, as you did every other day. Your mother sat in a chair at the far end of the room, leisurely reading until something would happen.
Early into the day, your butler entered the room with a calling card in hand, "A Mister Bridgerton is here to call upon Miss Y/L/N."
"Send him in," You replied, feeling your chest constrict. It was possible that one of Daphne's brothers had come to pass along a message for her, but a gentleman visiting while you were accepting callers still brought you a shred of hope.
Moments later, you saw Benedict step through the doorway, holding something behind his back. He smiled, "I see I have gotten here before the rest."
You returned his smile, nervous, yet calmed by his presence. "I think you will find that the gentlemen are coming to your door today, not mine."
"Then they are fools and I am lucky to have you all to myself."
"What can I do for you, Benedict? I find it hard to believe you would be here as a suitor." You spoke the words in jest, but felt your throat tighten as you said them all the same.
Benedict's smile fell into confusion, "What is so hard to believe about that?"
Taken aback by the genuine confusion in his tone, you clarified, "I only mean to say that I would not have expected it."
"If that is the case, I hope that you find this to be a good surprise," For just a moment, you heard a bit of nerves in his voice as he tried to present a confident image. "Unfortunately, I cannot stay long. But I wanted to bring you these and to officially declare my affection."
Finally, Benedict moved the hand behind his back to reveal a beautiful bouquet of morning glory and myrtle. You smiled wide at the sight, "Thank you, Benedict. They're lovely."
Shortly after, Benedict had to take his leave, although he promised to come back the following day. Once he had left, you reached for a book on the language of flowers. You found that morning glories are used to represent affection, meanwhile myrtle is used to represent love and marriage. Learning that brought a blush to your cheeks, finding the meaning to be a little bold, but not unpleasant.
It was then that you noticed a small folded piece of parchment beside the flowers. When you unfolded the paper, you could see the painted design done in watercolors. A man and a woman stood beneath a tree, which was situated between a lovely cottage and a church. The image was small, but you could tell that the couple was you and Benedict. On the other side of the parchment was a simple note.
I boast not eloquence, dear Miss,
Nor do I write exceedingly fine;
Therefore, I bluntly ask you this--
Pray, will you be my Valentine?
As you looked down at the note, you felt your heart swell. You held it close to your chest, feeling as if you could burst from happiness at any moment. Your mother then looked up from her book. "What is that, dear?"
"It is nothing!" You responded quickly. Luckily, your mother did not push the issue further.
That night, you folded the note once more and placed it in the drawer of the nightstand beside your bed. As you attempted to fall asleep, all you could think of was that you could not wait to see Benedict again.
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middle of the night. lrh
pairing: luke hemmings x fem! reader
summary: you're awaken in the middle of the night by your best friend and roommate, luke, who's having quite a risque dream.
warnings: 18+ only. minors DNI. cursing, degradation, wet dream, slight sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie, friends to lovers without the plot lol.
word count: 3,381
a/n: this only exists bc one of my friends on twt sent me a pic of luke that i can't find for some reason but all it made me think of was roommates x wet dream x well, smut. idk! i hope you enjoy!
feedback and constructive criticism welcome. requests are open!
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"Fuck, just like that."
It's the middle of the night when you begin to stir, a small ache in your shoulders from the uncomfortable couch you and your roommate had fallen asleep on some hours ago, your eyes hesitantly and sleepily blinking open.
A soft glow of light from the television hardly illuminates the dark living room, a small yawn escaping your lips. A few incoherent mumbles continue to escape your best friend's lips, a slew of stifled moans and shifting limbs following them.
Peeking over your shoulder, you can barely make out the pale boy's features, his eyelids fluttered shut and lips slightly agape. "So good, Y-"
"Luke?" You nudge his bare arm with your elbow, feeling a warmth spread across your cheeks at the quick realization he's having a far from innocent dream. You try again, with a bit more force, despite the exhaustion coursing through you from the lack of sleep. "Luke."
"Hm?" the blonde suddenly blinks awake, slightly panicked as he sits himself up, eyes hazy and distant. "What's wrong?"
You stifle a giggle at his wild hair and confused expression, his bare chest still heaving slightly from his startled state. "Nothing's wrong," you say, "You woke me up."
"Oh," a pink hue washes over him, swallowing a thick lump forming in his throat, blinking away the images left behind from his stupid little dream about his pretty roommate. "Sorry. Fuck, what time is it?"
"Uh," you crane your neck, narrowing your eyes to catch sight of the small digital clock on the stove not far from you. "Half past three."
"Shit," Luke quietly hisses, shuffling underneath the knitted blanket covering you both, feeling a bit restricted in his jeans. With each blink of his eyes he can't stop picturing the sinful fucking sight he'd been dreaming about. "Sorry for waking you."
"It's fine," You dismiss him with the wave of your hand, backside still pressed against the boy's clothed thigh, thinking nothing of the position. A small smirk however twitches at your lips. "Dreaming about Julia again?" you tease, pushing your lips to the side.
Luke shoots you a glare, clearly unamused by your attempt at a joke, though his heart skips a beat at the simple idea that you knew what type of dream was unfolding behind his eyelids. "No, Julia's annoying."
"I thought you said Rachel was annoying?" your brow quirks, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.
"I said Rachel's obnoxious," he clarifies with a simple scoff, slinging his arm over the back of the couch, muscles flexing and catching your attention, "Why do you care anyway?"
Your breath hitches momentarily, affected unfamiliarly by the simple sight. You’ve seen Luke shirtless a million times - hell, you've cuddled on this very couch on more than one occasion. Platonically, of course.
You ignore the blush on your cheeks and the small frustration bubbling in your stomach from his question, "I don't," you shrug, though he isn't convinced, "I'd just rather not be woken up by your stupid wet dreams."
Luke's eyes quickly widen, lips parting in slight shock at the confrontation, though he doesn't utter a single word to defend himself. You just offer a simple soft laugh before getting up from the couch, fetching the two of you a glass of water.
When you return, Luke's jeans impossibly tighten at your attire, your crooked little tank top and sleeping shorts, unknowingly bunched at the tops of your smooth tanned thighs. Fuck.
Never had Luke looked at you, his best friend of nearly ten years in a sexual or romantic way, but the absence of a bra on your upper half and the little patch of exposed skin between the hemline of your tank top and waistline of your shorts has him on the brink of drooling.
"Hello, Earth to Luke," your hand waves in front of the boy's eyes, blinking out of his terrible, terrible thoughts to see you standing at the end of the couch, a glass of water in your palm. "You alright?"
A shaky hand reaches for the glass, nearly spilling the liquid all over his lap as he desperately brings it to his lips, chugging the contents in almost record time. Your brow raises curiously.
"You got that worked up over a dream?" You laugh softly, taking a seat beside him, legs criss-crossed while you sip on your own glass of water, no idea the effect you have on the blonde boy at this moment. "Damn, Luke, it's like you're sixteen all over again."
"Shut up," he exhales loudly, placing the now empty glass on the side table, raking a hand over his face. God, why now? Why in the hell is he having inappropriate dreams about his best fucking friend? "Drop it." Luke shoots you a stern glare, only fueling you further.
A mischievous smile appears on your lips, quickly disappearing as you compose yourself, feigning innocent curiosity. "Let me guess," you start softly, pretending to ponder, "Doggy? No, that wouldn't rile you up," you shake your head quickly, fingers tapping on the side of your glass, "Reverse cowgirl."
"Y/N." he mutters through gritted teeth, white knuckling the arm of the couch, fearful to glance at the brunette. "Stop."
"What?" you giggle quietly, "Oh come on, don't go all innocent on me now," your eyes roll playfully, "Not like I haven't heard it all before."
"I'm serious," Luke grumbles, trying to regulate his breaths but struggles, nearly full fucking mass in his jeans now. Thankfully the knitted blanket bunched in his lap prevents you from realizing how fucking turned on he is. "Cut it out."
Luke chooses the wrong moment to glance at you, just as you’re leaning towards the opposite end of the couch to place your half empty glass on the other side table, giving the blonde a perfect view of your backside. Fucking hell.
"You're no fun," you pout, turning back to him and meeting his darkened eyes, barely visible from the glow of the television. To this, your breath falters, noticing his tense demeanor. "What?"
"Go to bed." he suddenly says, not bothering to break eye contact between you two, watching as your tempting little lips part in genuine confusion. Had you pushed too far? Crossed a line?
"Luke, I was just teasing-"
Luke's eyes narrow at you, almost menacingly, enough to make you choke down your words. "Y/N, if you're not in your bed in the next thirty seconds I'm going to do something we can never come back from."
To the blonde's surprise, you stay put. Not out of fear, or worry that you’ve done something wrong, but because you’re simply curious. Folding your hands in your lap, you remain silent, awaiting the boy's reaction with nervously pursed lips.
His blue eyes flicker to those little fucking shorts, hardly covering you, and stifles a groan. "Come here," he says lowly, tongue tracing the inside of his lip. Hesitantly, you slowly crawl the short distance before sitting beside him on your knees. "God damnit, Y/N."
"What?" you ask, nearly a whisper, unaware of the effect you have on him. "Look, if I went too far I'm sorry-"
"Shut up."
"Luke-"
"Jesus fucking Christ, Y/N," Luke sighs frustratedly, tearing his eyes from yours, "Do you not get it?"
"Get what?" your fingers anxiously tap on the tops of your thighs, biting the inside of your cheek, filled with worry.
"My dream wasn't about Julia or fucking Rachel," he scoffs, turning to face you again, his adam's apple bobbing slowly, "It was about you."
Your breath hitches. Are you still half asleep? Did Luke really say-
"Me?" you whisper before quickly shaking your head, "Luke, that's not funny, okay? I don't know what game you're playing-"
Your words cease when a warm, calloused hand finds your thigh, gripping the soft skin firmly. "I'm not fucking with you," he tells you, "I don't know where the fuck it came from but those goddamn shorts of yours aren't helping right now."
Swallowing the thick lump of nerves in your throat, the words falling from your lips aren't remotely close to what Luke could have ever predicted. "So do something about it."
"Oh fuck me," a low groan leaves Luke's throat, tossing his head back momentarily, "Don't have to tell me twice."
And suddenly Luke's hand is on the back of your head, pulling you toward him forcefully to claim your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. You instantly melt into him, the taste of popcorn still lingering on his chapped lips from the bowl you’d shared hours ago.
Luke doesn't hesitate to swipe his tongue along your lower lip, pushing your kiss deeper as you brace yourself by grasping at his shoulder, a soft moan escaping your lips, which Luke is eager to swallow.
The blonde's unoccupied hand finds your hip easily, thumb firmly pressing against the bone there, his remaining fingers digging into the fabric of your pathetic excuse for shorts. Your hips instinctively roll at the contact.
Luke's regretfully pulling away, both of you adorning swollen, pink lips and flushed cheeks, even in the low light of the television it was quite obvious. "Fuck, you have no idea-"
"Me too," you cut him off in a whisper, eyes flickering between his and his intoxicating lips. "Luke-"
"Fuck, what've we done?" he mumbles more so to himself, though he doesn't retract his hands and you don’t bother to tell him to. "Y/N, I'm so sorry-"
"Just shut up," you shake your head, free hand grasping at the chain looped around his bare neck and pulling him forward, claiming his lips just as he had done to yours previously. He doesn't protest when you sling a leg over his lap, thighs settled on either side of his, eliciting a deep groan from his throat.
When your lips part, his eyes hesitantly flicker between yours and your new position, your hips flush against his own. "Are you- are you sure?"
You shyly nod. A groan of disapproval leaves Luke's lips, his grip tightening on the back of your head, fingers weaving through your hair, pulling you closer to him as if your chests hadn't been brushing the entire time. "Yeah, silence doesn't work for me, Y/N."
"Yes," you breathe out, clenching your thighs desperately, "Yes, I'm so fucking sure, Luke. Please-"
"Fuck," he grits out, hips bucking against your center, "So fuckin' needy for me, aren't you?" When your eyes widen at his crass words, Luke's lips twitch into a sly, crooked smirk, filled to the brim with satisfaction. He tugs the strands between his fingers again. "Aren't you?"
"Yes- fuck."
The hand not grasping your hair retreats to your upper thigh, thumb resting in the crease there, fingernails digging into your soft skin and forcing his clothed length against your sensitive center. "Feel that, sweetheart?" Luke's tone lowers, fighting the urge to moan at the feeling alone, as he breaths low and slow against your lips, taunting you, "I'm gonna fuckin' ruin you."
"Please," you helplessly whimper in response, eyelids tempting to flutter shut at the simple feeling, Luke's cock twitching in the confinement of his jeans at your sinful little plea. Never in his life had he imagined a scenario with you like this becoming a reality.
Luke quickly taps your thigh so you’ll raise yourself, allowing him to kick off the thin knitted blanket on his lap, exposing the outline of his achingly hard length in his fitted jeans, the blonde's jaw tensed so hard his teeth begin to ache. He can't fucking begin to imagine how good you’re going to feel wrapped around him.
His ringed fingers fumble with the button and fly of his dark jeans, too fucking anxious to finally set his cock free. He leaves them pooled around his knees carelessly, his fitted black boxers following suit. A soft hiss leaves Luke's lips at the release. You, however, are at a loss for words.
Sure, your mutual friends have always joked about Luke's dick- but never did you fucking imagine there being a lick of truth to their absurd statements.
"You-" you breathlessly choke out, unable to look away from his length, eyes widened and suddenly feeling a stir in your stomach. "There's no fucking way, Luke-"
"What, am I too big for you?" Luke teases in a low tone, a sickening little smirk on his lips, head cocked to the side. "You don't think you can handle it?"
As you’re shaking your head and finally tearing your eyes away, you meet his gaze, hesitant. "I- I don't know-"
He lets out a low, sinister chuckle before his hands are on your hips again, pulling your clothed center flush with his exposed length, ghosting his lips against yours. "Too fuckin' bad, sweetheart, you're gonna take it and I don't wanna hear a single fucking complaint."
A low, drawn out whimper escapes your poor lips, swallowing your nerves while Luke continues to jut his hips. "Yes, sir." the words fall from your mouth before you can even process them.
"Ah, what a good girl, hm?" the boy hums against your lips, "Gonna fuck you so good, Y/N, I promise."
"Please."
"Please, what?"
"Please, sir."
"Goddamn," he pulls away slightly, so fucking hard he's nearly on the brink of orgasm from the simple word alone, ringed fingers retracting from your hip to the thin, stretchy material of your shorts, sliding between your thigh and the fabric until his forefinger finds the dampened material of your underwear. "You want me that fucking bad? Hm? Had to go and get this fucking wet for me?"
"Luke-"
"Fucking pathetic," he scoffs, sending a shock straight to your spine as he slowly teases his finger against you, pressing firmly against your clit like some fucking expert. "Can't wait to watch you sink down on my cock."
You’re already a fucking mess and he's barely touched you, fingers grasping at the thin underwear and sliding them to the side, Luke's free hand preparing himself and pressing his tip against you. "So fuckin' wet, don't need nothin' else."
You suck in a deep, loud breath as Luke begins to push inside, giving you no mercy as his hands find your hips yet again and force you down his entire length, your hands grasping desperately onto his broad shoulders. "Fuck-" you croak out, eyes pinching shut at the sudden stretch. "Oh my-"
"S'okay baby," he coos softly, thumbs pressing firmly onto your hips, no doubt leaving bruises there you'll find in the morning. Well, later in the morning, that is. "M'gonna take good care of you."
Your fingernails absentmindedly dig into his pale, freckled skin, feeling tears begin to prick at your eyes. You’d never felt so- so full.
"Please, Luke-" your throat suddenly runs dry, eyes flying open as he uses the grip on your hips to pull your body upwards, forcing your back down onto his length roughly. "Fuck-"
"Quiet," he interjects curtly, "Want you to take my fucking cock the way I give it to you. Cry all you want, sweet girl."
The pain of the stretch doesn't last long, thankfully, though each rough thrust of Luke's hips has your vision blurring, the sound of his thighs smacking against the back of yours bouncing off the walls of your quiet shared apartment.
You adjust to the blonde's deep, rough rhythm, the fabric of your flimsy little tank top settling just below your breasts, catching Luke's eye. Managing to continue his pace, his teeth capturing the metallic black lip ring tucked in the corner of his mouth, one of his hands slides the fabric further until they're both exposed to him.
"Fuck, you're so pretty," he grunts softly, wetting his bottom lip due to the tempting fucking sight of you sinking down on his cock like the good fucking girl you are. He cups one of them, a whimper leaving your mouth amidst mumbled curses. "You feel so fucking good on my cock."
"Luke-"
"Say it, Y/N. Fucking say it."
"Sir, please-"
"Fuck," he grits his teeth for the millionth time, the word never growing old as it reaches his ears, before he's suddenly halting, pressing his hips firmly against you until you’re nearly out of breath. So goddamn deep.
It takes less than a second before he's pushing you onto your back, still connected and instead of grasping your hips his hands find your knees, pressing your thighs flush against your chest.
Luke sucks in a quick breath, standing on his knees as his jeans are still pooled around them, restricting him slightly but he simply doesn't give a fuck right now. Slowly retracting his cock, he keeps his eyes on your pretty little lips as he pushes his hips forward suddenly, hitting an entirely new spot and causing a borderline scream to leave your mouth.
"Fuck-" you gasps, lips parting and resting a hand on your bare breast to ground yourself, thighs already shuddering from one fucking thrust. This only heightens the blonde's satisfaction, ignoring the small beads of sweat that begin to accumulate on his forehead. "Oh my fucking god-"
"Fuckin' told you," Luke grunts, a white knuckle grip on your knees, preventing any pushback you attempted to give as your thighs shake beneath his hold, "Told you I'd fuckin' ruin you, didn't I?"
"Y-yes-"
"That feel good, sweetheart?" he rasps, throat nearly raw from the groans and moans he continues to stifle, "Feelin' me so goddamn deep inside of you?"
"Luke, please- so- so deep-"
"Yeah, baby," instead of gripping both of your knees, Luke decides to rest his forearm against them to keep you in place, snaking his free hand between your thighs, attaching his thumb to your sensitive clit, a desperate little whimper leaving you. "You're doin' such a good job, takin' me so well."
You instinctively clench around him, causing a hiss to leave his lips, eyelids falling shut at the overstimulation. "I'm- oh fuck-"
"That's it," he responds lowly, not slowing down his harsh, deep thrusts, rendering you nearly breathless. "Come on, fuckin' cum all over my cock."
"Sir- I-"
"Fuck," Luke grunts, continuing his quick firm movements against your swollen, sensitive clit, as you clench harder and harder around his cock. "Good fucking God, I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."
"Please, please cum with me-" you ramble helplessly, eyes flying open and meeting Luke's darkened blues, his breaths growing ragged and chest so fucking tight from the sight of desperation on your face. "Please."
Luke's thrusts grow sloppily, orgasm building quickly in his stomach, lower lip tucked between his teeth. One last particularly deep thrust, hitting that goddamn special little spot has you gasping for breath. Feeling your release coat his length, he finally lets go, hips stuttering to a slow pace, eventually stopping all together.
Both of you adorn heaving chests as the sound of your breaths echo the living room, both covered in a thin sheen of sweat. "Y/N-"
"Holy shit, Hemmings," You manage to choke out, every goddamn inch of your body now sore, choking back a whimper as the blonde slowly slips out of you. "I didn't- fuck."
"Didn't what?" Luke asks, just as breathless, knees reddened from the friction against the sofa, tugging his boxers up his thighs and tucking himself inside of them. "Are you okay?"
"There's no goddamn way we can ever be friends," You slowly slink your knees down, feet flat on the couch's cushion. Luke's lips pull into a frown at your words, about to interject before a little laugh escapes you. "Not if you fuck like that."
Luke playfully smacks your thigh, "You fuckin' scared me, Y/N, don't do that," he leans forward to hover over you, eyeing the snide little grin on your pretty lips. "Come on, if you shower with me I'll reward you for bein' so good."
Your dazed blue eyes blink slowly, watching Luke smile admiringly down at you. You both know there's no coming back from this, no way you’ll ever be just friends again.
And you don't mind one bit.
"The only way I'm showering with you is if you carry me, I'm fucking wrecked."
"I think that can be arranged."
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Fridge Mission
Lucifer needs your help. Beelzebub has been eating everything from the fridge and Lucifer trusts that you can stop him. You try and give Beel something else he can eat. >;)
Rating: Explicit 18+
Characters: Beelzebub, Reader, MC
Ship: Reader x Beelzebub
Genre: Smut
Tags: Smut, gender-neutral reader (but reader wears a bra lol), race-neutral reader, oral sex, vaginal fingering.
A/n: This idea started as a joke months ago every time I get the Obey Me notification. This is the first smut I've ever written and published, so please be nice. This took months only because I kept getting embarrassed by this and didn't think it was being written well. I decided that I no longer cared if it would be good or not and wanted to have fun writing this and test the deep waters of smut. Check it out on AO3.
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“I need your help,” says Lucifer.
You and he are in his den, one afternoon. Earlier, he texted you and asked you to meet him to discuss something important. He did not clarify and you hoped he would now that he’s right in front of you.
“Help with what?” you ask, curious as to what he could possibly need help with. He is one of the greatest, most powerful demons in Devildom. What could he not handle himself?
“Well,” he starts, “Beelzebub has been eating all the food in the fridge. Every day at 12 pm or 6 pm he is in front of the fridge, eating everything he can get his hands on. It’s taxing on our food budget and some days we are left without dinner.”
You remember the days when Lucifer opted to order take-out meals for you and the brothers rather than welcome a home-cooked meal from whoever was on cooking duty for the day.
“Are you sure, I can convince him to stop?” you ask, “Once he gets to eating, it’s hard to stop him.”
“Beelzebub has grown attached to you and I feel that you can be his voice of reason. He has certainly failed at listening to my requests to stop. I believe that a more trusted friend, one that he has a pact with, can finally stop him. Please prevent Beelzebub from eating everything.”
“Well,” you say with a shrug, “I’ll try my best. I doubt I’ll do anything useful to stop him, but I’ll try my best.
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You stand by the fridge, checking your watch. It’s 5:57 pm. Beelzebub would be in the kitchen soon and you’ll have to stop him. You have no plan. You figure that the best way to stop him would be to find the cause of the problem. But is there a reason behind him devouring the whole fridge at the times Lucifer mentioned? Beel is the Avatar of Gluttony so there could just be no discernible reason for his cravings.
“Hey,” say Beel, interrupting your thoughts.
“Hey,” you say back to him, “How’s it going?”
He towers over you. Most of the brothers do but his height even outmatches Lucifer’s.
“Uh… Fine,” he says, seeming confused by the conversation, “Do you mind moving out of the way?”
“Why?” you ask, feigning innocence, “Do you need something?”
“I’m hungry,” he says. He wasn’t being pushy, he just stated it as if it was a fact. “I just want a snack.”
“A snack or the whole fridge? Lucifer told me what you have been doing.”
“A whole fridge’s worth of food is a snack,” he says with a shrug.
“Don’t you think you should leave some food for me and your brothers?” you ask, raising an eyebrow, “Satan has to cook dinner and needs the ingredients.”
He moves closer, placing his hand against the fridge, arm stretching over you.
“I can make you move,” he says, something dark in his voice.
You realize that he's trying to seem threatening, but you know him well enough and trust that he will not hurt you. Still, there was something sexy about the way he said it.
“Then make me,” you challenge.
He stares you down, quietly and you stare right back up at him, crossing your arms.
He sighs, backing off. You can swear you see him blush but you’re not sure.
“Fine,” he says, defeatedly, “you win.”
You smile.
“Hey, I have snacks in my room,” you offer, “Human world snacks and I’ve been meaning to repaint my nails. Why don’t you join me?”
His face remains neutral but you see something light up in his eyes.
“Okay,” he gives in.
In your room, you sit him down at your desk and bring over a side chair to sit next to him. You already have the tools, nail polish and nail polish remover for the manicure set on the table. You grab his hand and start to remove his nail polish with a cotton ball soaked in nail polish remover.
With his hands in yours, you notice how big his hands are. The first time you realized how big they were was on your waist when you and he cuddled once. That was the night you shared your room during a Devil Dish Bake-off binge with some snacks.
That night made you see him less like one of the youngest brothers with a hefty, destructive appetite and more like a soft, tender demon. After you both shared so much over the months since the Belphie incident, you also became closer as friends. Friends. Which is why you can not think of what it would feel like for those large hands to explore you.
“So,” you begin, waving away the intrusion of curious thoughts, “As the Avatar of Gluttony I know you can’t resist eating a lot, but Lucifer told me that your urge to eat everything out of the fridge was fairly recent. Do you know why?”
“I get extra hungry when I’m trying to distract myself from something,” he says, avoiding your gaze.
“What are you trying to distract yourself from?” you ask, switching to filing his nails, “And are you still hungry?”
He’s silent. He gazes at you and then looks down at the hand that you were manicuring.
“I can’t say,” he finally says, “It’s a secret. And, yeah, I’m still hungry.”
“Yeah, and it’s a secret that affects the whole House of Lamentation,” you say pointing the nail file at him, “Now spill it.”
“It’s a secret about someone… I want.”
“Oh, that’s juicy!” you exclaim with delight, “Who? Someone I know? Come on, tell me.”
He looks up at you, eyes smoldering
“It’s you… That I want.”
“Me?” You are perplexed. You stop filing and are now gawking at him. “What about me could possibly drive you to eat an entire fridge’s worth of food.”
“It’s something you would not like the answer to, trust me,” he says looking down at his hand again. And you noticed that his cheeks and ears were red.
You think for a moment. Lucifer’s plea to stop Beel from eating everything swims in your mind. Maybe you don’t want to know but you have a mission.
“Whatever it is,” you say, “I can handle it.”
“Fine. It’s… Well, you’re human and you smell good, so it makes me… Well, this is hard to say out loud…”
“I make you hungry?! I know you all threatened to eat me at first when I got here, but damn! If cleaning out a fridge is what it takes to stop...”
“No,” he cut you off, now looking right at you, “You make me horny.”
Silence fell between the two of you. You were in shock. You?! But you’re human. Surely there are many hot demons out there that he wants to fuck, instead.
“Are you sure? You feel that way?” you ask slowly, “When did this start?”
He moves closer to you, staring with intensity.
��I think it started when we shared your room that one time,” he says, “We cuddled and the smell of you drove me crazy. I thought I wanted to eat you but...” He trailed off. The rouge shade of his cheeks deepen
“You thought so, but what?” you ask, urging him to continue.
“I got a boner,” he croaks.
“Oh…okay,” you say, voice high pitched, “I guess this is context for why you avoided me for a week after we cuddled. I thought I made you uncomfortable.”
And it is context for what you felt when you both spooned. You thought it was a candy bar in his pocket.
“No!” he exclaims, “I just didn’t know what I would have said to you if we were left alone. I didn’t want to ruin our friendship with… my needs.”
He looks embarrassed. It’s kind of…cute.
“Nothing you say will ruin our friendship,” you reassure him.
“Really?”
“Yes, I promise. Besides, I can’t say I’ve never thought of you that way, either. I mean, look at you. You’re so ripped.”
“I do work out a lot.”
You laugh. “It shows.”
“I think it’s my turn to file your nails,” he says, grabbing your hand.
He starts filing your nails.
“I wonder about you guys here in the House of Lamentation. Besides Asmo, do you guys get laid? Because if so, I’m not aware of it.
“I can’t speak for everyone else, but for me, it’s been a while. Lucifer made a curfew for us ever since he caught Mammon gambling at casinos late at night.”
“That sucks,” you say, and you really did feel bad for him and his brothers.
“What about you?” he asks, voice lowering a couple of octaves.
“Honestly, not since I left the Human World. And everyone besides the angels and Solomon has been a threat to even consider getting with them. It’s sad because I thought demons would be good at things like that. Maybe I have those expectations because I’ve never had good head from a human before.”
“Want to change that?” he asks. He is staring at you, his gaze longing and lustful.
Your heart thumps. Did you hear that right? His expression is serious and deep with longing.
“W…What?” you sputter.
“I said, do you want me to change that?” he repeats, voice husky and moving even closer.
Shit. You have been dreaming about this since coming to Devildom and the offer comes so easily from one of the hottest demons in Devildom? You can’t possibly pass up the opportunity.
“Yes,” you say breathlessly.
He gazes at you, with deep passion and pulls your hand to his mouth and kisses it. He traces his tongue from your wrist, to your fingers, stopping to lick them. His tongue is gentle but firm. His mouth felt so good. You bite your lower lip and close your eyes, imagining if it would feel just as good if he did the same to your cunt.
He rolls his chair over to you and his mouth is covering yours, tongue brushing over your lips until your mouth falls open. He kisses you, mouth hungry to taste all of you. And you let him, running your fingers through his honey-orange hair. His lips are surprisingly soft for someone as strong as him.
“Can we take this to my bed?” you ask, pulling away.
Wordlessly, he does as he’s asked, promptly lifting you to his chest and carrying you to your bed. He puts you down, your back resting against your bed frame, and climbs over you.
He kisses you again, tongue exploring your mouth even further. His kiss is powerful but gentle. You’ve never been kissed like this by a human or anyone before this. You lean into him, your tongue, following his lead, allowing yourself to taste him. His tongue brushes over your bottom lip before he bites it. It stings a little but in exactly the way you liked. His kisses travel to your neck, tasting the salty-sweet flavour of your sweat, licking, sucking and biting to his heart’s content, enjoying the taste. You can feel your pussy revel at the feel of his touch, wanting and wishing for more.
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He pulls away for a moment, to undo your button-down shirt which you shrug out of throw onto the floor. His large hands grace your back and unhook your bra band. Your bra slides off to your waist, revealing your bare chest, much to his delight. He takes in the sight, smiling devilishly. You wonder what he was thinking.
He takes one breast to his mouth and fondles the other with a free hand. He fondles them, gently.
“Rougher,” you demand. He grabs them, kneading them with his hand and squeezes your nipples between his index finger and thumb. You whimper at the sensation and push your chest harder into his hands. He squeezes harder, testing which pressure gathers a moan from you.
You moan and with the other breast, he traces his tongue over the edge of your areola before flicking over your nipple. He bites and tugs your nipple and then sucks. His mouth is warm and wet. You haven’t had your tits sucked since being in the Human World and experiencing it now after the long absence of touch was nearly enough to make you unravel. You feel your body shudder from pleasure and you realize that you’re panting.
Your clit aches to be touched, too. You move your hand to your pussy and start rubbing your clit with your fingers, trying to please the parts of your body that ached for attention.
He notices your attempt to please yourself, says, “Here, let me,” and he frees his hand from your breast.
He licks his fingers and slides his hand under your pants, finding your clit. There was no clumsy fumbling to find its exact position. He just knew. You wonder if it was that your previous partners were just that bad. Or did Beel’s thousands of years being alive give him an edge?
“Oh,” he smirks, “You’re wet, that fast?”
You cover your face, feeling embarrassed.
“Yes,” you say, “It’s been a while. And you’re doing… a good job.”
He grins up at you and moves his face down to your breast again to suck.
He uses his index and middle fingers to play with your clit. His hands are rough and your body invited the texture. It was a simple motion and it did the job, eliciting breathy gasps from you.
His lips move south, kissing your solar plexus, down to your navel. You ravel in his kisses, feeling like your body was born for his mouth.
He stops kissing your body to look up at you and says, “I want to taste more of you. Can I?”
You nod, wordlessly.
He smiles and moves to pull your pants down. You adjust to make it easier for him to do this and watch him throw your pants to the floor. He kisses your tummy and then stops to tug at the waistband of your panties with his teeth and pulls them off.
He kisses your thigh and moves one of his thumbs to your clit and rubs. You gasp and press your body into his touch. His kisses lead up to your upper inner thigh and he pauses to take in the sight of your cunt, captivated by what he sees.
“You’re gorgeous,” he says, desire in his voice.
You blush and say, “Thank you.”
He leans in and puts his mouth on your throbbing clit and starts to flick his tongue on it. His tongue is firm and wet. He starts slow, circling the outside of the apex, teasing you. You breathe deeply.
With being wet, his index and middle fingers slide into you easily. You take them in for a few inches, noticing how large his fingers are.
He passes his tongue over your clit and curls his fingers inside you. You feel the pressure on the front of your vagina, on your g-spot.
He licks and pumps his fingers inside you slowly. You figure that he was testing the motion that you would like
“Faster,” you command.
He does as he asks and starts sucking, too. With that addition, you feel yourself unravel. You grip the sheets, moaning. Uncontrollably, you grind into his fingers and face, yearning for more.
You look down and realize that he’s looking right up at you, eyes lustful. It was as if he was enjoying looking at you respond to him. You’re so lost in his eyes that you don’t realize that you are approaching a climax.
You cum, feeling your body flooded with pleasure. You scream through the pleasure. You feel a dampness on your cunt and see your wetness on his face.
You see him start to remove his face from you.
You put your hand on his head, fingers entangled in honey-orange hair and pull him closer to you.
“No!” you exclaim, voice breathless, “Don’t stop!”
He does as he is told. He licks, sucks, licks, sucks and fingers you until you cum again. You scream, voice starting to feel hoarse. You lay back, panting. He comes up and sits next to you. He stares at you, eyes focused.
“Are you okay?” Beelzebub asks.
You catch your breath and finally are able to speak.
“Yes,” you say grinning, “I’m excellent. Thank you.”
He grins back at you.
He leans in and kisses you. You can taste yourself on his mouth.
“We should do this again,” he says when he pulls away.
“We should…” you start and then come to a realization. “Wait! I didn’t get you off! I think we can start on your turn.”
“Well,” he says with an amused grin, “We can take a shot at it, if you want.”
You grab him by the collar of his tshirt and pull him closer in for another kiss.
And then suddenly there is a knock at the door.
“Dinner is ready!” you hear Satan shout.
You look down. You realize that you are completely naked and your thighs are covered in your own slick and thank the heavens that Satan is one of the few brothers in the House of Lamentation that actually knocks.
Beelzebub frowns. “Damn.”
“Hold on, Beel,” you say, surprised at his dismay, “Are you actually disappointed that food is ready? Weren’t you very hungry half an hour ago? What about the fridge you wanted to eat all of?”
“Well,” he says smiling, “I found something else to eat.”
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silly post ahead, dont take it like super seriously or anything:
one thing modern progressivism, specifically on queer topics, has ruined a little bit is gender bending stories.
like, the trans reading or framing does take away a bit of the mysticism and intrigue and transgressiveness from something like ranma, for example.
(and i have to clarify i am a trans woman who spends most of her time on tumblr surrounded by other trans friends, with a trans girlfriend who is constantly moving around queer spaces. i get that in other contexts trans themes are still very much edgy and risque but, well, that hasnt been the reality in my circles for years now, lol.)
when reading a gender bend story i find it so much more salacious and tittilating if its framed in the old cist het mindset of "this is a boy... but perhaps something else??? something weirder and more confusing??? a boy sometimes can be a girl and viceversa??? what is going on here???"
whereas now there is no mystery to it, i can simply allocate it to one of the common and well understood boxes of "oh they trans, oh they identify as a girl, oh they are gender fluid, oh they are nonbinary, oh they just like to crossdress".
i dunno, i feel like ray bradbury here, complaining that modernity has stolen the numinous, the liminal, the mysterious and romantic out of this world with its prosaic understandings. i find the confusion, the inner conflict, the limerence of it all much more interesting than the realization or the understanding or the coming to terms.
like, once a trans girl finishes transitioning and has passing and is living her life as she always wanted what you get is just a girl. a normal girl. an understood quantity. and i mean, cool, good for her. im glad she is living her truth but the fun part is over.
#again i have to insist#this isnt like a huge issue or anything#just a weird thing i noticed about how i engage with fiction
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omg hi it’s bi!anon lol would u maybe write for robin or nancy from stranger things?? whichever speaks to u more
maybe reader is popular and has done the whole “drunk kissing my female friends bc it’s funny” thing and robin/nancy has never kissed a girl before so the reader offers to be their first👀
omg...bi anon do i hear u. and i need my bestie to see this. @phefics , i listened to 'headache' by grouper while writing this, and decided i wanted to deliver the exact opposite vibes of that.
first time for everything | (robin buckley x reader
contains: sexual awakening, afab!reader, friends to lovers
the party was always at steve's, for obvious reasons. steve left you to your usual antics, banking on the fact that you'd come out of the closet sooner or later.
"no way!" robin says, shaking her head. "yes, way," he disagrees. robin has been childhood friends with you for as long as you can remember, and steve knows there has to be more to it. his supporting argument is that of vickie, who paused fast times at-
"yes, steve-i know, i know!" she protests, nursing the drink she hasn't even taken a sip of, the liquid sloshing around in her solo cup. she's debating taking a sip of it now since he's babbling, but she opts against it. "but she's not like that. she's just..i don't know, having fun?" she shrugs, wincing. her argument is weak, and she knows it, but hopeful nonetheless. steve dismisses her with a wave of his hand, a humored expression on his features.
about an hour later, you've made your rounds-kissed nearly every girl in the room that would let you.
and then you make your way to robin.
she looks like a deer in headlights, sliding over on the couch seconds before you flop onto it, scooching in next to her. "hi." you say. "hi," she responds. your cup is empty, and you place it on the coffee table in front of you both. "why d'you never let me kiss you, buckley?" you ask, sing-songy. "been friends with me forever," you say, "feels like a rite of passage."
robin could puke up her nerves.
"uh, well-you've never like, asked me, or anything-"
"but you avoid me." you point out, finger wagging.
as if robin didn't feel like a deer in headlights enough, she certainly looks it; pale as a ghost with eyes blown wide. "i don't mean to," she says, acknowledging that it's a confession. "i just..i dunno, man." she laughs halfheartedly, and you join in, soft giggles spilling from you as you lean into the couch. your side is pressed against the cushions, turned so you can face her. her back is firm against the cushions, glancing over at you.
"dunno what?" you ask, and she shrugs, mouth agape with a growing grin. "listen, not to slut shame-like, at all-" she quickly clarifies, sitting up more as she turns to face you, too. "you just..kiss..everyone?" she poses it as a question, though both of you already know the answer.
you nod.
"and..i just..didn't wanna be a party trick, y'know?" she grimaces, bracing for verbal impact that she's certain will come from your mouth. but you shrug.
she's right.
"i guess i never thought of it that way." you say, and suddenly it all seems so confusing. "but..boys get to kiss whoever they want.." you say, and robin laughs. "yeah, man. fuck the patriarchy, right?" she says, her frivolous humor charming you. it's only then that you notice how her eyes look, beautifully hazed when she's not blowing her pupils out from an anticipatory scolding due to her antics. suddenly, everything else seems like white noise.
"but..i kiss who i want, too." you say, and robin deflates, knowing she hasn't made the cut. "f'course you do!" she quickly encourages, faux perkiness embodying her. "and you should, i mean-" she rambles, but you quickly cut her off. "i mean," you clarify, "girls."
robin freezes, and she tries to stop you before you can get any further, knowing she happened to get lucky with how steve reacted to her coming out; knowing that he was the exception. "don't-" she quickly hushes, clasping her hands gently over your own, that rest in your lap. it sends a flurry of butterflies to nestle in the pit of your stomach, and you exhale shakily through your nose. "robin, i mean it." you say, sincerely. your buzz has certainly worn off, and you can feel each nerve trembling in your body
"i want to kiss you."
"..oh," she says, feeling like what she can only imagine steve felt like, but better. you cup her face, and she mirrors you, rubbing her thumb along your cheek. it's the closest to heaven she's ever felt, and she's terrified she'll never feel it again. "please, don't make a mistake-" she tries, and you press your lips to hers.
it's gentle; soft and slow, tender and fragile. robin's fingers rake gently along the side of your head, tucking your hair behind your ear. you lean into her touch, nearly sitting in her lap as she cradles you closer. your lips part, only to meet one, two..three more times, molding together as if they're made for each other. everyone is too occupied with their own lives, own conversations, to even pay attention to the two of you.
except steve; who glances over as he passes, a softened expression that harbors pride.
you finally part from robin, still tangled in her arms as you study her features. "i don't think any of it was a party trick.." you say, sincerely. robin's brows furrow, curious. "i think i was just..working up the nerve to actually kiss the girl i've wanted." you confess, cheeks warm and flushed. "yeah?" she coos, a grin growing on her features as she continues to rake her fingers gently through your hair. "i've never kissed a girl. ever." she confesses, "so..i guess you could say i've been waiting for you, too." your heart feels like it grows three sizes, threatening to pummel out of your chest.
"be with me," you say, and who is she to refuse? "always have been." she says, pulling you closer as you both melt into the couch. "always will be."
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Hi new follower here. What if the teens are playing truth or dare and you, the new/er kid, get dared to 7 minutes in heaven with Eddie. (Which may or may not go a lil further ;3 )
Hope this is okay! Love your work Ive legit read it all now lol! <3 keep writing!
Seven Minutes in Heaven - Part 1
Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
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Warnings: making out and a lil over the clothes touching. You know. The sweet stuff.
You feel flustered as you look up into the face of Eddie Munson, only dimly lit by the tiny stuttering lightbulb overhead. You're practically chest to chest in this tiny excuse for a closet your new friends had shoved you in mere seconds ago, the time having come for your turn of seven minutes in heaven.
Eddie gazes down at you with a rueful smile.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. We don't have to do anything."
"We have to, Eddie. Those are the rules," you argue, shifting from foot to foot. You've been eyeing the attractive metalhead who sits in the back of your English class for the last few weeks, ever since you had the unfortunate luck to become Hawkins High's only spring semester transfer senior. You've spoken a few times and even worked on a project together, but you've been wanting to get to know him more.
Wanting to get to know his lips more.
"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do, rules or no rules," he's clarifying, running a hand through his wild hair. You take in the path of his hand and feel a tinge of jealousy. It should be your hand feeling it's way through his curls.
"What if I want to do something," you ask, biting your lip. His eyes go wide and he freezes.
"You...want to?"
"What if I...asked them to pair me with you?"
Eddie blinks at you for a moment Then the small space is filled with his laughter. He has to brace himself against the wall behind you to keep himself stable with the force of his laughs.
"Oh that was a good one. Always need a good joke to liven up a shit party, thanks princess."
Princess.
He'd called you that before, but it makes you melt every single time. You're not used to having to make the first move though. In fact, admitting that you'd begged your new friends to pick Eddie as your partner when it came time for your turn of seven minutes in heaven was the boldest you've ever been. But with the seconds ticking, you feel a surge of panicky confidence rise up in you.
"It's not a joke. I wanted to be in here with you."
Eddie's smile falters and his eyes widen.
"What?"
"Eddie, this confused act is getting old. If you don't want to do anything with me, that's fine, but just say so - ," you begin to huff, hysteria bubbling in your words as it starts to settle in that maybe he's really not interested. He'd always been so sweet and attentive, you hadn't really factored in the possibility that he would be so repulsed by the idea of kissing you that he wouldn't pounce on you in a dark closet like any other horny high school boy.
Then suddenly you find yourself pressed against the wall, a pair of lips hungrily slotting against your own. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head so you're at just the right angle to receive his kiss. Your heart is in your throat as you kiss him back, trying your best not to squeal at the feeling of him initiating in the way you'd always hoped.
When Eddie pulls away to give you a chance to breathe, you pant, noticing that he's propped his forearm against the wall over your head.
Hot.
"You wanted to kiss me, princess?" he asks, his thumb grazing against your bottom lip from where his hand grips your jaw. You nod, silently because what words could possibly form eloquently in your brain in a moment like this. He nods along with you teasingly. "Yeah? Well all you had to do was ask."
His lips press back against yours, tongue sweeping into your mouth to massage your own. You feel yourself swooning at the taste of him. The pressure of his hands as they move from their previous occupation down to grasp the flesh of your hips. The feeling of his hair tickling against your cheeks as it falls in a curtain around you both.
You do your best to keep up with the force of his kiss and make the most of the moment by letting your own hands wander. You start at his firm sides and then slide your palms up to his chest, hard through the fabric of his Metallica t-shirt. When you sweep across the expanse of his shoulders he pulls away and chuckles against your jaw.
"If you keep touching me like that, sweetheart, seven minutes won't be enough."
"It already isn't enough." Your words are suggestive but you kick yourself internally for how shy they sound coming out of your mouth. Eddie, however, doesn't seem to care about the confidence of your tone because he's smiling wolfishly down at you.
"Is the new girl a little bad? I could have sworn you were one of those goody goodies."
On impulse you grab one of his hands and place it on your right breast. He begins squeezing and groping without a second thought and you swallow a moan. Eddie pushes you back against the wall and moves to kiss at your neck.
"Mmm she's bad alright."
~*~
When the seven minutes are up and the door to the closet is open, neither of you really notice at first. It's when the wolf whistles get louder and people start throwing sofa cushions and empty cups at you that realize you should probably break apart.
Eddie steps out into the light first, a massive grin splitting his face, just barely distracting from the already purpling marks that you'd sucked into his throat.
He guides you out by your hand, which is grasped in his own. You look equally disheveled and mussed, but a twin smile lights up your face. Seven minutes wasn't enough, but you'd sure found heaven.
~*~
Read Part 2 Here
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the blue - part eleven
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✯ summary: an accidental soft launch ✯
✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc ✯
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mattieryan just posted on their story
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landonorris replied to your story - ok soft launch !!!
adamjames22 replied to your story - I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS LANDO OWES ME A TENNER!
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maxverstappen1 replied to your story - call me right now!!
scottyjames31 - double date when?
gracericciardo - so happy for you Daniel
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adamjames22 i never thought i'd have to suffer through you soft launching a boyfriend like this 😩
↳ mattieryan sorry not sorry
↳ landonorris how single do you feel from 1 to 10 adam? i'm at an 8 😖
↳ adamjames22 defintely a 10 i've had to deal with them at the flat for the last 24 hours 😒
↳ landonorris sending thoughts and prayers to you 🙏🏻
↳ mattieryan ur both annoying. adam we said u could build lego with us and u literally cheered???
↳ adamjames22 i'm bored pls don't take back the invite ☹️
danielricciardo 🤍
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adamjames22 thank you to mattie for letting me crash her date
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mattieryan you're terrible at building lego, how do you have a degree in engineering? i think mclaren hired the wrong guy 🤷🏻♀️
↳ adamjames22 why u trying to get me fired? 😳
↳ mclaren no comment 🤐
↳ user1 not mclaren commenting on this post 💀
↳ user2 she won't be laughing when her free ride runs out and she has to pay her own rent lol
user3 this is such a cute date idea!
user4 wait... i'm confused... is this adam soft launching mattie?
↳ user3 nooooo! by the sounds of things mattie was on a date and they let adam join, which is sweet of her!
↳ user4 thanks for clarifying! must be someone they both know if it's not awkward for him to crash their date? 🧐
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danielricciardo first race done and back home to build some lego
mclaren great first race DR3!!! 🧡
landonorris nice photo of you, whoever took it must be really talented 😏
↳ danielricciardo he's a good photographer, alright driver i guess
↳ landonorris ffs
user1 his smile!!!!! he's so pretty
user2 he’s so cute! 🥰
user3 UH GUYS! i don't mean to alarm anyone but didn't adamjames22 post that he was crashing his friend mattie's LEGO date???? 🚨‼️
↳ user2 oh shit you're right 😮
↳ user4 i knew she had to be dating one of them!! not sure how i feel about it being danny though...
user5 do you think they meant to soft launch like this or was it an accident? lol
↳ i wonder what f1paddockgossip thinks of all this? 🤨
f1paddockgossip check out our new post for the latest danny ric content girlies! 🤭
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f1paddockgossip Big news for all the DR3 girlies! Our man is spoken for! If you saw our posts from last week you know there was speculation that the Aussie was dating long time friend of Mclaren engineer adamjames22. Well it appears the rumours are true - Danny Ric is dating mattieryan ! The pair have been soft launching on their private Insta's, but have accidentaly outed themselves via some clumsy posts on Instagram by Ricciardo and James. These photos were sent to us by a source close to the pair. We don't have much info on them as a couple, or on Mattie in general but we'll let you know as and when they do. What are your thoughts?? xoxo
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user1 I can't believe f1paddockgossip was right
user2 the fact that they accidentally soft launched is the funniest thing 💀💀💀
user3 lol what a slut, jumped on the biggest paycheck she saw, would have been Lando if DR hadn't of signed to Mclaren 🤢🤢
user4 they seem so cute together!! the fact that they included Adam in their date so he didn't feel left out is adorable 🥺
user5 THIS. IS. AN. INVASION. OF. PRIVACY !!!!
↳ user3 they literally all posted it on to a public platform? what did they think was going to happen?
↳ user5 i meant - someone sharing photos posted from mattie's private account to gossip sites is an invasion of privacy, and accounts like this speculating on it are even worse !!
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user6 pls why did landonorris like this post 💀💀
↳ landonorris it was an accident 😣
user7 omg guys mattieryan took her account off private !!! 🚨🚨
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mattieryan since you’re all asking
landonorris oh thank god i thought i was going to have to keep this a secret for ages 😅😅
adamjames22 can't believe my best friend is dating an aussie red bull driver and that it isn't mark webber, 14 year old mattie would be so dissapointed in herself
↳ danielricciardo thanks mate 🙄
↳ adamjames22 happy for you guys really
↳ danielricciardo that’s better 😊
danielricciardo 🤍
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user1 i am going to CRY look how happy and smiley he is with her
user2 power move for them to hard launch and her to take her insta off private to stop people sharing stuff without their permission tbh
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maxverstappen1 Kelly and I are so happy for you mate
↳ danielricciardo thanks buddy 🙏🏻
scottyjames31 can't wait to meet her!!
↳ danielricciardo i'm dreading it already 🙃
gracericciardo beautiful girl!
↳ danielricciardo thanks ma 😇
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✯ authors note: this is quite a long social media chapter - hope it's ok and easy to follow!!
next update won’t be for a lil while cus i’m back to work for the next 6 days ☹️☹️
the new dts trailer is living rent free in my brain - CH saying that danny would have been next to max on the grid is like music to my ears - RICBULL 2025!!! ✯
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i love the last rin or shin? its so quirky and cute like satoru is absolutely so spoiled and reader does it without realizing she spoils him sooo bad😖hes so baby and a big head. he will throw a tantrum if her attention isnt on him for a sec!
but what if satoru founds out reader’s first crush was nanami? or suguru? i wanna see him throw a big fat tantrum LOL hes going to wail that reader doesnt love him and bullies whoever reader used to like and try to act like that person. or give reader the silent treatment which confuses her ?? maybe shoko accidentally puts out that reader and nanami or suguru went on one date and that puts satoru in the worst mood the entire week. yes WEEK.
ok so that one shot is from a series where both gojo AND geto are love interests, so i don’t think gojo would mind when it came to geto and the reader. but NANAMI? ohhh he’s such a big baby.
“okay!” satoru slams a hand down on your conjoined desks, startling everybody. you jolt a bit in your seat, your widened eyes trailing up and catching sight of his mischievous face.
“what is it now?” shoko drones, closing her book.
satoru sits down next to suguru, making sure to squeeze against him obnoxiously close before he’s opening his mouth with a big grin, “it’s time to talk crushes! [name]! go!!!!”
with the quickness of his finger as he points it at you and how he has no hesitancy with saying your name, both shoko and suguru knew the entire purpose of this sudden interrogation.
satoru was nosey. and a jealous bastard.
and even though suguru makes a face, he’s curious, too.
you stammer, suddenly put under the spotlight, “c-crush? me? what’s this about all of a sudden?”
“it’s not only you! everyone will say someone they’ve had a crush on! you just happen to be first,” satoru is excited, leaning in as he awaits your answer. as if he’s expecting what it’ll be.
that makes you sweat. but with the promise of everyone doing the same thing, you were more prepared to go. besides, you were kind of curious as to who were the lucky people shoko and suguru crushed on.
you fiddle with your fingers as your lips part, “well uhm,” satoru leans forward in his seat, eager. your eyes meet his for a split second. “i used to kind of have a thing for.. for kento-kun..”
…
nobody speaks for awhile. suguru and satoru’s faces contort. shoko looks close to laughing.
“i.. i didn’t know you- you liked the brooding type.” shoko takes a small breath in between as she tries to the best of her abilities not to laugh in the boys’ faces. she’s lying, with your obvious crush on suguru, she knew very well.
“it was only for like a week, i swear!!” you wave your hands in front of your face frantically, embarrassed and regretful of even answering in the first place. why did you have to set the example?
satoru has been oddly silent, you notice. which is odd because he looked so excited earlier.
you look to him and see him sporting the biggest pout. your jaw drops.
“s-satoru?!”
he turns away from you dramatically, not gracing you with an answer.
suguru’s smiling now, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and his lips are tight. you wonder what you did wrong..
shoko succumbs and snickers into her elbow.
“do you still like him?” suguru’s voice is strained, as he tries to keep up his norma demeanor.
you shake your head instantly in denial, “no! no! like i said it was just for a week! we’re just friends now..”
and even though you clarified that, and watched as a subtle relief overtook suguru’s expression. satoru was still silent.
even after you all went to your respective rooms for the night. the next day during class, and even when you all gathered your desks together again to talk about whatever whenever.
you loved satoru’s presence, it’s only been a day of him ignoring you yet your hurt was in so much pain you’d think he’d broken up with you.
suddenly, after walking shoko and suguru to their rooms, bidding them a good night, satoru latches onto you.
you’re shocked, initially, but it doesn’t take long for you to reciprocate the embrace, and satoru revels in that.
“don’t do this with nanami, okay?”
“w-why would i do this with him?”
“it doesn’t matter, just don’t do it.”
“will you stop ignoring me if i do?” what a dangerous proposal.
“of course!” he’s beaming at you again. you missed him.
of course, a hug with nanami sounds divine, but why jeopardize your special friendship with satoru over something that might never happen?
you melt in his arms and sigh with content. satoru is smug as he tightens his grip, cursing the first year in his head who probably wouldn’t even care if the entire ordeal was brought to his attention.
satoru gojo has been a spoilt brat since birth, he wasn’t sure how he would fare in school, but he’s ecstatic to say your bias towards him is worth more than any expensive object the gojo clan could provide him.
gojo is a little SHIT. and i’m sure he would still be a baby abt it in his adult years, but i also feel he would handle it just a liiiiitle bit better. anyways air head reader who enables him simply because she loves him and will do anything to keep him around. trying to write her to fit tohru and sawako because i heart them.
also thx for this ask i love detailed asks like these ur the best ever anon <333333
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Can I request a Drabble of yoongi fucking you in the middle of like a college party? Like blatantly in front of a circle people just casually screwing you? It’s been on my mind for a while but I can’t think of the scenario fully for it TT
I understand the frustration, lol. I'll take it from here...
Title: Keep me calm...
Warning(s): Public S!x (Obviously lol), D!rty Talk, Voyeur!sm, Curs!ng, Dom!Yoongi, Sub!Y/N, R!ding, Orga$m Den!al, Creamp!e, Possessive/Aggressive S!x, and I will give you some fluff to top it all off lol
Author's Note: "Non-Idol!AU". I really hope you enjoy it, babe!
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"Y/N." The call of your name cuts through the thick tension between you and the guy who was now pressed against you while you gripped the drinks in your hands. You turn your head and spot your best friend sat on the couch, looking impatient.
"Uh... Excuse me." You smile sheepishly and rush off towards the couch. "Sorry. I'm back." You sigh and hand him his drink. He frowns and shifts a bit in his seat.
"This party's shit." He says bluntly and you roll your eyes.
"Yoongi. This is our chance to make ourselves known! This is COLLEGE! The time to be social and get out there. We need to make friends." You say. "More friends, Yoongi. We need to make MORE friends." You clarify the second Yoongi opens his mouth. He closes it with a slight glare and huff.
"Just sit back and lets get tipsy enough to enjoy ourselves!" You declare with a bright smile as if trying to save tonight. You two clink glasses and down the alcohol in them. It helps fuzz your brain long enough to get up and try pulling Yoongi up to dance, but he refuses, acting as dead weight.
You giggle and back away from the couch, swaying your hips when you feel it. A sharp slap to your ass cheek, so hard that it makes you jump. And Yoongi notices. That's what scares you more.
Yoongi might've been five-foot nine, but that man fought like he was seven feet tall. He was always quick to anger, and the last thing you wanted was for him to get up at this party and knock some random frat boy's teeth in. You rush over to him fast and place your hands on his chest as he tries to stand up, making him grab your waist. He looks over your shoulder at the guy.
"You think that's fucking funny? Hm?" He snaps at the guy who laughs while holding up his hands.
"It's a nice-looking ass, man." The asshole defends and you have to get in Yoongi's way again as you try to distract him fast.
"Yoongi! Breathe. He's not worth it!" You say as you rub his chest while he continues trying to move away from you, eyes trained on the guy in front of him who's still laughing and telling him to 'chill'.
"Y/N, move!" Yoongi orders.
"No! Come on, Yoongi, sit down!" You practically beg as you grab at his face to make him look at you. "Don't make me act like one of those cringy main character girls who say 'look at me', and 'this isn't you'..." You fuss and Yoongi finally looks at you.
"Let's go then." He orders and you frown.
"Yoongi, come on. The night is still young-" He cuts you off.
"Fine. You wanna stay? And you want me to calm down? Make me." He orders and you open your mouth in confusion before he sits on the couch and yanks you to his lap. You're stunned by the actions of your friend.
He holds your back to his chest and his face goes to your neck to begin kissing and licking along your skin. Your eyes widen at the actions, and you pant softly while trying to keep your mind from going blank. "Wha-What-" You're cut off once more by Yoongi pulling your hips, so you're sat directly on his crutch.
"Either we leave... Or I knock that asshole's teeth in." He growls in your ear as you shiver.
"N-No." You pant.
"Then distract me." He orders lowly as he grips your thighs that were barely covered by your short dress. His rough hands glide along your soft skin as your face goes red. His slender fingers wiggle between your clenched thighs and he pries your legs apart.
"H-Here?" You gasp instantly as realization dawns on you. You're on a couch, in a dimly lit frat house party, with tons of people around. Yeah, there was loud music and people were high and/or drunk and probably wouldn't realize Yoongi's hand was now between your legs-oh! Oh, his hand was right between your legs...
You moan as your head rolls back on to his shoulder while he rubs his palm into your already moist crutch, your clit throbbing against the attention. You can't stop yourself from pushing harder against his hand as he laughs lowly in your ear.
"You were saying?" He taunts in your ear as you squeak in response. You look around the room and spot some random dude leaned against the wall, eyeing you. You blush as you try closing your legs only to be met with I sharp swat to your inner thigh. "Keep them fucking open. Let him see." Yoongi whispers and you pant more, eyes rolling shut at the idea of this random guy watching you grind on your best guy friend's hand.
Yoongi's other hand pulls the top of your dress down a bit more and gropes your breast to tease your nipple while his other hand disappears into your underwear.
"Keep looking at him. Let him know who you belong to." Yoongi pants, you can feel him getting harder beneth your ass. Grinding against his hand meant rubbing against his bulge. Made you feel trapped. Ya know, between a rock and a hard place?
Before you can even mentally laugh at the dumb joke, you're pulled from your own head by a rough tug to your nipple, making you moan louder. Thank god for the loud music. "Look. At. Him..." Yoongi orders and you whine softly but do just that, being used by Yoongi as this stranger licks his lips and nudges his buddy to also watch you get finger fucked.
You ride Yoongi's three fingers, just leaking the more new eyes fell onto you. A few people blush and avert their eyes while others leave the area, but a few people... They stay. Not daring to stop the free show.
"Oh! Oh! Oh my god..." You moan, getting close already.
"You're gonna cum?" Yoongi whispers in your ear and you nod fast as you grind down faster.
"Yes! Please! Almost..." You practically cry out, only to be halted right at the edge. "Wha... What are you doing?!" You complain as you reach down to try and get yourself relief.
"Did I say you could cum?" Yoongi whispers as he stops you roughly, pinning your hands behind you. A few guys snicker at the sight of you whining over being denied.
"N-No..." You say as you pout while only looking at Yoongi.
"Then you can't fucking cum." He says like you're dumb as he grabs your face roughly. "I own this body tonight. It listens to me." He whispers before he leans back on the couch.
"Get my cock out. Feels fucking painful against my jeans." He huffs and you make quick work of undoing the button on his pants as those guys continue watching from across the room, but no one says anything, not wanting to break the tension clearly between you and Yoongi.
You pull his throbbing member out and Yoongi makes you look up at him. "Sit on it." He orders and you can't stop the moan that comes from your lips. You nod fast and get up only to be forced down on his lap by his strong arms. He sits you right on his cock with a low growl and you don't know what's better. The way Yoongi grips your waist as he makes you ride him, or the hunger in those strangers' eyes as they watch on like you're their favorite show.
"Got all eyes on you now, Y/N..." Yoongi taunts in your ear as you clench around his cock at that fact. "You like that?" He whispers and you moan his name as a response, the only response your brain can come up with, that is.
"You know what I like?" He pants. "That everyone on campus... Is gonna know... That you're mine after this." He growls in your ear as you can't help but fall back against his chest and grind your hips down on his cock.
"I'm gonna ruin you for anyone else." He whispers in your ear, and it makes you shiver. He pushes you forward, and you fall on to the coffee table, so you're bent over it now.
"Ruin me..." You gasp out as he grabs your hips hard. You watch as those guys across the room are starting to palm at their dicks while some others just take their cocks out, the pain of their stiff cocks pressing against their pants being too much to bear.
Yoongi slams you back against his cock and you press your forehead against the cold coffee table to hide your face till you feel his hand tangle in your hair. "Look at them. Poor fucks. Jerking it to what they can't have. Isn't that sad?" Yoongi mutters in your ear and you blush hard. "Show them how you take my cock." He says as he smacks your ass. You can't help but give him what he wants, moaning his name loudly.
His other hand travels between your legs, rubbing your clit as your eyes roll. You can barely hear the music anymore. You're so far gone thanks to the cock plowing you fast and hard. It only brings you closer to the edge. "You're so fucking tight..." Yoongi growls and you shiver.
"I-I have to cum!" You cry out, not wanting to be denied again. Yoongi makes you look at him.
"Ask me if you can cum..." He smirks and you nod fast.
"Yes! Yes... C-Can I cum, Yoongi?" You gasp out.
"Master..." He taunts against your quivering lips, and you blush hard at the request.
"Can I c-cum? Mm... M-Master? Please! C-Can I please cum, Master?!" You cry out as he hits your spot relentlessly.
"Cum! Cum, Y/N. My good fuck-toy..." He praises as he turns your head so you're only looking at him. You knew why. He wanted to be the only one to see you cum. That thought alone, sends you over the edge.
You cum hard around his cock and he pumps faster in and out of you as he holds you in place. "You're mine." He grunts. "I'm gonna make sure you're mine." He pants and you open your mouth only to be met with the answer to your unspoken question when you feel the first few spurts of cum seep into you. It makes you moan more.
You're both a panting mess, and you're blinking to try and get your eyesight back to normal when Yoongi kisses your ear. "Can we leave now?" He pants softly in your ear, and you blush sheepishly at that, mind floating on cloud nine right now. You nod, unable to find your voice. He smirks and covers you up before fixing himself and then scooping you up.
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Lol, I actually totally forgot about the Dadentine ficlet! I meant Salt in the Bones Constantine, should have clarified!
Also for Hollowing Bones, I desperately want to know more about why Danny is Not Happy with Constantine bringing him to meet the JL. Is he not happy about meeting the JL? Being on the Watchtower? Both? And Constantine doesn't really strike me as the type to break promises willy-nilly (caveat: I am not familiar with canon!Constantine so this is from fanon) especially not promises he's made to people he actually cares about, so I'm curious what it is exactly that prompted Constantine to break this promise to Danny.
Oooh yes!
So, at the start, and into the fic, he really doesn't know what Danny is in the least. He is, in fact, very confused by Danny lol as you can see in what @mokulule has written so far, since she's doing their first meeting. Most of the occult community is also really damn confused. When Danny starts getting into it on the kind side he's a Psychopomp but there's others who are convinced he's a necromancer because of how he reeks of death, as we hear in Little Living Bones. Another part of this is because he gets in the way a lot and won't let others hurt or use ghosts so some find him very troublesome. Much like John, he really doesn't make friends in the community because he as strong opinions and knows he's right. What Danny really is, does come out into the open during Hollowing Bones.
As for the JL, early on John and Danny made a bit of a 'you scratch my back I'll scratch yours' deal (John is very worried about this kid and the danger he gets into). Part of that is that John won't bring Danny into the JL. Basically he said he didn't want to be on the JL's Radar. But like Danny does he really downplayed how much he did not want to be know to the JL. So John broke an agreement, but one that he didn't know how big it was. It becomes a point of contention between them though, yeah, cause John fucked up. But John really needed Danny there, it was a matter of life (one particular life) or death.
And they had run out of options.
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happier (pt.6). rafe cameron
word count: 3.8k
warnings: unwanted passes, bit of angst, mostly fluff
requested: i guess soo
plot: you and rafe are figuring out this dating thing
a/n: it has literally been 6 months since i last updated series… whoops… i have some much written for this series but it’s all in bits and pieces and i’m trying to rewrite bits / put stuff together and it’s taking a minute lol but anyway enjoy the 2 people who will read this lol
part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / masterlist
texting
bold = rafe
italics = y/n
hey
very ominous first text rafe
all i said was hey
exactly
and it's you so
what else am i supposed to say?
idk
'hey y/n'
'hi how are you?'
''sup what you up to?'
you'd rather me start the conversation with 'sup'
it's less serial killer-y so maybe
alright next topic please
YOU texted me rafe
yeah and you said i sounded like a serial killer so excuse me if i'm a little wounded
didn't think that was even possible mr big-shot kook prince
please never call me that again
because it's too on the nose?
you always this annoying?
nah i just like making things difficult for you
cuz your life is too easy as it is
you think you're so funny
i know you do too :)
you're still hanging around sooo
your eyes dragged away from your phone screen, and away from where rafe was currently typing out his response, when you heard a honk from outside your house. you peeped out the window and saw the twinkie pulled up outside, lights still on and engine running as they waited for you.
you grabbed your shoes and jacket, still holding onto your phone when another message popped up as you were making your way out of your house to meet your friends.
yeah yeah
just tell me what you're not doing tonight so i can come pick you up
you rolled your eyes at his presumptuousness, a small smile on your lips as you grabbed your keys and closed the door behind you. you texted back as you walked to the twinkie, hardly looking where you were going.
believe it or not i have plans
i don't sit around waiting for you to text me you know
i don't sit around waiting for you to text me you know
> why not? >:(
you let out a snort, shaking your head as you typed out a response just as you approached the beat up van where sarah and john b were waiting for you. you clumsily climbed into the back, sarah watching you fumble as your fingers and eyes remained glued to your phone screen.
my life does not revolve around you rafe cameron
as much as i'm sure you want it to
yeah i do actually
guess we don't always get what we want
this is a valuable lesson that you're long overdue to learn little trust fund baby
wow
you're actually so mean and for what
yeah i'm not very good at this flirting thing tbh
yeah i got that
yeah? did the serial killer comment tip you off?
amongst other things
ok well maybe i'll just remind you that i think about you more than i care to elaborate on right now
that was better...
you're learning
thank you
i'm trying my best
we'll circle back to that comment at some point though
don't think i'll forget that one
yeah you think about that while you're home alone tonight
wow
wait not like that
don't take it back now that was good
it's not what i meant!!
"what is she grinning about?" sarah quirked an eyebrow, muttering to john b as she watched you trying to buckle up with one hand while you texted with the other.
john b watched you in the rearview mirror, his eyebrows furrowed together slightly. neither of them could recall a time they'd seen you look so giddy, you were always misplacing your phone and now you couldn't tear your eyes away.
sarah gasped softly and john b's eyes quickly darted over to his girlfriend, wide and wondering what she suddenly knew that he didn't.
sarah grabbed john b's arm and shook it a little, all giddy herself now but john b still looked just as confused. "what? what? tell me!" he whined.
"she asked me and kie for advice the other night," she clarified, lowering her voice a little, though you were entirely consumed in your own conversation. john b's eyes were still full of confusion. he didn't understand girls at the best of times but this was beyond his comprehension all together. sarah rolled her eyes playfully. "about a boy."
john b glanced at you for a second before moving back to his girlfriend, shaking his head. "i didn't think y/n was even interested in guys."
"oh just because she didn't fall at your feet john b doesn't mean she doesn't like guys," sarah scoffed, hitting his chest lightly. john b went to defend himself but quickly stopped because he thought she might be onto something.
you suddenly grew aware of your surroundings, realising the twinkie was still stationary. your eyes lifted up from your phone for a second to see sarah biting back a grin and john b staring you out in the rearview mirror.
"uh," you looked around like something was wrong. "are we waiting for something or what? why are we still sitting here?"
"nope," sarah narrowed her eyes at you and you frowned at her, mouth opening slightly in confusion. she looked like she knew things. "c'mon get going, john b."
weird you thought, shaking your head when another message appeared on your phone.
i know what you meant don't worry ;)
no you don't
you'll know what i mean when i actually mean it
tease
shut up
i gotta go rick
who tf is rick
you
i'm rick?
yeah you're rick
i don’t understand
that's your name from now on
at least via text
so if anyone sees these messages they don't get suspicious
that's crazy
i lose my phone a lot it's not that crazy
that's not the crazy part
just play along please?
i'm not ready for people to find out about this yet
whatever this is
what is this again?
that's a question for another time
see you around
- rick
:)
-
you fell back against the blanket you'd laid out on the grass, eyes immediately falling upon the stars above you. you sighed contentedly, oblivious to the curious eyes that were watching you from beside you.
"you seem happy," jj spoke up from where he was sitting next to you. "what's that about?"
you snorted, your head rolling to the side so you could glance up at him. "what? i can't just be happy?"
he made a face at you, his hand nudging your arm. "you know what i mean," he shook his head. "you've been so tired and grumpy lately, no offence," he said the last part quickly when he saw your face contort into one that looked offended. "you just seemed like normal today. it was nice."
you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching the rest of the gang who'd gone for a quick swim. kie had launched herself onto pope, dunking him under the water and laughing hysterically when he came back up for air looking bewildered. sarah was floating on her back, eyes up at the stars while john b held his hands underneath her so she wouldn't sink down. you didn't feel like swimming after the amount of food you'd eaten so jj decided to sit with you and keep you company.
you shrugged. "i don't know," you could feel jj's eyes watching you. "i just feel more like myself i guess. i don't know why."
it was a bit of a lie. with everything out of the open between you and rafe, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. you thought it'd be hard to lie to your friends about it, but none of them really asked you outright so you didn't find yourself having to lie at all. everything just seemed to be going better for now.
"well i'm glad anyway," he gave you a soft smile. jj was a good friend, and most of the time he played into the reputation he had, but every now and again he would show the other side of him. he was loyal to his core and just wanted to see his friends happy. "you feel like swimming yet?" his lips stretched into a wide grin, nudging your shoulder as he tried to encourage you.
you couldn't help but smile back, he was infectious. you let your head roll back before sitting yourself upright. "fine, c'mon," you lifted your shirt over your head, throwing it at his face. "race you," you quickly jumped up, undoing your shorts as you ran towards the water, only stopping when you got to the edge to pull your shorts off the rest of the way.
jj was racing behind you, not bothering to remove anything other than his shirt as he whizzed past you and threw himself into the water, shoes and all. "cannon ball!" he screamed and pope, kie, john b and sarah all tried to clear out as quickly as they could but he didn't give them much notice before a crashing wave of water soaked them all even more. a chorus of angry jj's followed but you couldn't help but laugh before throwing yourself in after him.
—
texting
you awake pretty girl?
hey
y/n
rafe it's late
you asleep?
fast asleep yeah
that's why i'm txting you right now
come to the party
rafe it's 1 am i'm with my friends
still?
haven't they had enough of you
rude
i mean they're hogging you
how old are you?
ditch em c'mon
i'm more fun anyway
i'm gonna bet you're drunk
or high
and?
doesn't change anything
still wanna see you
you always this clingy with girls?
mmm funny
you know it's just you
you think i'd be texting you at this party if it wasn't just you
maybe no ones caught your eye yet
yeah you have
so get your ass over here or i'm coming to get you
relentless
you love it
hmmm
just come and get me
everyone will be asleep by the time you get here
on my way
can you drive?
'course i can
ok but are you sober enough?
don't worry about it
rafe
i'm good i promise
swear?
swear
half an hour later and you'd sneaked out of john b's house unnoticed and were sitting in the passenger seat of rafe's car. last time you were in this seat he was driving you home from a party, and now you were going to a party... with him.
"hey," he mumbled as you secured your seatbelt, his eyes raking over you, smile on his lips.
"hey yourself," you chirped, still pretty awake considering the late hour, you were used to running off no sleep most of the time. you noticed him staring at you instead of starting the car and driving. "what?"
"you look really pretty right now."
you glanced away from him, feeling your cheeks grow warm from the compliment. "shut up and drive, rafe," you mumbled, meeting his eyes quickly as he shook his head and breathed out a laugh.
"yes ma'am," he did as you said, driving you to the other side of town, to a house you didn't recognise but was probably four times bigger than your own. you felt a wave of anxiety all of a sudden when rafe parked the car and got out. he appeared again on the passengers side where you still sat, seatbelt on.
he opened the door, leaning on the frame of the car and ducking down to see you sat still. "c'mon," he urged but you quickly shook your head.
"this is a bad idea," you blurted out, eyes shifting to meet rafes. "i don't think i should go in there— definitely not with you."
rafe, for a split second, looked wounded but he quickly played it off. "you're overthinking it."
"rafe, your friends hate me," your lip involuntarily slipped into a small pout, your eyes not moving from his. "i can't just go to a kook party, when i hate kooks and they hate me."
your eyes moved down to your thigh where rafe had moved his hand to sit against your skin. you gulped. "i'm a kook and i don't hate you," he reassured, giving your thigh a squeeze before shifting his hand. "if anyone has a problem with you being here they can take it up with me."
"rafe," your voice came out smaller than you had intended. your mind was pretty focused on his hand and where it was moving, until you heard a click and your seatbelt was retracting. "i don't want you messing things up with your friends over me."
he shook his head, his hand latching onto yours and tugging you out of the passenger seat. he closed the car door and guided you towards the house. "'told you they're not my friends."
"still— won't it make things awkward—"
"oh my god," he turned around, smile on his lips when he came to halt, you nearly bumping into his chest. "i told you i don't care what people think, and i really don't care what my friends think."
he let go of your hand, moving his hands to either side of your face. your breath caught in your throat when he moved his face directly in front of yours. he squished your cheeks together, his stomach churning when you looked up at him with your big, nervous eyes.
"c'mon," he urged again. "you'll be fine s'long as you're with me," he offered you a reassuring smile, hands slipping from your face, his arm moving to sit on your shoulders, pulling you close into him. "you're good, ok?"
you took his word for it, trusting him in that moment that everything would be fine as long as you stayed with rafe.
—
"do you want another drink?" rafe hummed the question to you, his fingertips grazing the skin of your arm, before moving back down to sit snug on your waist. his eyes were looking up at you from where you sat on his lap.
you had relaxed somewhat since you got here, making yourself comfortable on rafes lap after he insisted that no one was watching, nor cared. you took his word for it and he wasn't wrong, the people at this party were too high or drunk to care who's lap you were sitting on.
you shrugged, glancing at your empty cup. you hadn't drank much, it was already late and you didn't feel like having a hangover tomorrow so you didn't push it. "i could do a water."
"water? sure, i got you," he nodded, repositioning you so you sat back on the sofa while he went on the hunt for water.
you propped your head up with your hand, resting your elbow on the arm of the sofa. you peered out the corner of your eye when you felt someone sit next to you.
"hey you're y/n, right?" you turned to face the guy that had sat himself beside you, he wore a small smile on his face, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. you recognised him from around town but not enough to know his name.
"uh, yeah," you gave him a polite, albeit uncomfortable smile before turning away from him, hoping to discourage him continuing to talk to you.
"i think i've seen you around the club," he carried on, not picking up on anything. you nodded, pursing your lips. "i'm alex."
he held out his hand for you to shake, you looked down at it in almost disbelief but shook it still to be polite. "cool," you said with a twinge of sarcasm.
"sorry if this is forward— i just think you're really pretty— i've been watching you for a while—"
"you've been watching me?" you repeated his words, your brows furrowing slightly.
he let out an awkward laugh. "not in a stalker-y way— i just noticed you is what i meant."
"sure," you nodded. "i'm kinda here with someone else though. sorry," you tried to let him down easy, with another small smile despite your discomfort.
"ok well you're sitting here alone," he breathed out a laugh, as if he'd caught you in a lie.
your smile drooped a little. "he's getting me a drink. not that i need to explain myself."
he huffed, seeming to grow agitated with you. "you could just say you're not interested instead of coming up with a lame excuse."
your mouth hung open slightly. "the truth actually— not that i even owe you that but sure whatever."
"last time i try talking to a fucking pogue," he muttered under his breath before picking himself up and walking away. "not even that pretty," he muttered under his breath.
you sat for a couple minutes in silent disbelief, blinking a few times before pushing yourself up off the sofa and beginning your search for rafe. you'd had enough of this party and he was your ride home.
you finally found him in the kitchen on the other side of this humongous house, filling up a cup with some water. you approached from behind him, feeling his body stiffen when he felt your hands snake around his torso.
"hey," you felt him relax slightly when you spoke, realising it was you holding onto him. he turned to face you, your hands gripping the shirt he was wearing as he looked down at you.
"oh hey," he mumbled, you were standing pretty close but your eyes shifted about the room. "what's up? i was just coming to bring you—"
"can we go now, please?" you cut him off quickly, eyes moving back to his pleadingly. his brows furrowed a little when he saw your anxiety-ridden expression again.
"you're good here," he spoke in a hushed voice, setting aside the cup in his hand so he could move his hands to your waist. "we're good."
he tried to reassure you but it wasn't enough, you wanted to go home, you didn't want to see another self-entitled kook tonight (excluding the one in front of you).
you shook your head, adamant, "no— rafe— i want to leave."
his grip on you tightened a little. "did something happen?" his brows knitted together slightly, standing up a little straighter.
"no," you shook your head quickly. "i just want to go— rafe— please—"
"ok, ok," he rooted for his car keys in his pocket, his free hand grabbing yours and pulling you out of the kitchen. "we'll go, c'mon."
you followed him out of the party, trailing behind him, he helped you into the passenger seat, even trying to buckle you in until you insisted that you got it and that you were fine.
"i'm sorry," you mumbled after a while of sitting in silence, reflecting on your actions. rafe driving on the quiet roads, not saying a word or looking in your direction. "i didn't mean to ruin your night."
"you didn't," he spoke quietly.
you eyed him up, his hands tight on the steering wheel, eyes locked on the road, lips pulled into a tight line. "i feel like you're mad at me."
"now you wanna talk?"
"you're mad at me."
"i'm not mad at you."
"rafe—"
"i'm not mad at you," he repeated, a little shorter than before. "i just want you to talk to me."
"i am talking to you—"
"you know what i mean," he cut you off again. "i can't help if you don't talk to me."
you were quiet for a second before speaking again. "this guy was rude to me at the party, that's all," you felt his eyes move over to you for a split second. "i felt out of place and wanted to leave."
he thought on it for a minute. "rude to you how?"
you chewed on your bottom lip, not wanting to answer him, partly because you were still mad but mainly because you were kind of embarrassed.
you huffed. "he was trying to hit on me and when i told him no he got all hurt and mean."
rafe was quiet for a minute, he was picking his words and his tone carefully, trying not to let his imagination run wild. "he was mean to you?"
"it's just guys, they get like that— bruised egos you know, kooks are the worst for it," you shrugged. "i didn't want to tell you back then because i didn't want to make it into a big thing or cause a scene. i just wanted to leave, with you."
"ok, but you're fine? did he try anything?" his knuckles were turning white at this point, you found it hard to look away.
you shook your head, but when he looked over at you for a second for confirmation you spoke, "i'm fine. it was just weird and awkward."
he nodded and you were both quiet for a while after that.
you knew rafe was a hot head, you knew he didn't always think before he acted, and maybe you should've just told him what happened straight away but part of you was glad you didn't.
"where am i dropping you off?"
"john b's is fine."
"won't your dad wonder where you are?"
your eyes focused on the road ahead still but you could feel him stealing glances at you. "i already told him i'd be at john b's tonight."
"you sure?" you nodded and so he dropped you back off at the house he'd picked you up from a few hours ago. the sun was just starting to rise, creating just enough light so that you could see his face. he still looked pissed.
you were looking at him with big, tired, bloodshot eyes when he turned his head towards you. your eyelids drooping slightly the longer you focused on him.
"y'promise you're good?" he mumbled.
you nodded. "do you promise you're not angry at me?"
he rolled his eyes, glancing away for a second, the corner of his lip curling upwards softly. "could never be angry at you when you look like that."
"like what? exhausted?"
he hissed softly, shaking his head. he reached his hand out, gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger, guiding you closer to him. "you're always so fucking pretty," his eyes raked over your face one last time, kissing your forehead before immediately shoving your face away with the palm of his hand. "now get outta' my sight, you're turning me on looking like that."
you snorted, ignoring the way your stomach fluttered at his actions. "you're such a boy," you joked before saying goodnight and hopping out of his car.
you walked up to the house with a small smile on your face, despite the bump in the night, you felt good about where this was going with rafe. you felt positive, giddy and your head was kinda foggy thinking about him.
"y/n?" you stopped in your tracks when you heard your name from his mouth. "was that rafe's car?"
shit.
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