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POLAROID GIRL📷 ᡣ𐭩
Summary: rafe wishes to take polaroid pictures of you after sex and he always gets what he wants ✨based on this post ✨
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p in v), oral sex (throat fucking), choking kink, daddy kink, use of slut/whore, reader gets slapped on the cheek.
eeek! i honestly cringed after writing this🫣 sorry if there are any errors in my grammar or something doesn’t make sense it’s because i didn’t go back and review it. honestly it’s just pure smut again. hopefully ya’ll can enjoy this🥲
You and Rafe had been making out, your tongues clashing and clothes being thrown on the floor. You were left with only Rafe’s favorite lingerie set on.
“Wait. I just had an idea.” Rafe beams, looking you up and down.
“What is it Rafe?” you shift nervously beneath him, not knowing what was going on in that head of his. It literally could be anything with him and that made you nervous.
“Just thinkin’ for a while actually but uh, how about I take some polaroids of you after I fuck you senseless…yeah?” Rafe implored with a devlish smile.
You weren’t exactly comfortable with taking photos completely nude. Shit, not even with the lingerie on either. Not that you were prude or anything but you’ve never sent nudes in your life to any man, ever. You look at him, dumbfounded as if you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.
“Come on baby. It’ll be fun, you know you can trust me” Rafe insists giving you that look you couldn’t resist. He basically jumps off the bed before you could answer him and walks towards the dresser to grab your polaroid and sets it on the nightstand.
At this point you roll with and decide to be spontaneous in the moment. You did trust him with your life. He barely let anyone look at you fully clothed so he sure as hell wouldn’t let a soul get their hands on polaroids of you completely naked and fucked out.
“Hmm actually…you know what babe? Yeah, fuck it” you bat your lashes and shoot him a wink.
“Yeah?” Rafe automatically reaches for the polaroid.
“Want some shots of you in that lingerie too” he winks.
You get on all fours as you arch your back towards Rafe as he snaps a photo, getting a good shot of your plump ass.
“God damn. You are the sexiest girl ever, y’know that? I’m lucky as fuck” Rafe stated, giving a slap to your ass.
“Ohhh stop it Rafe! I’m the lucky one here. Have you seen yourself?” You chime in.
“Yeah, yeah whatever you say just take the damn compliment princess and keep posing f’me” Rafe rolls his eyes.
He proceeds to take multiple shots as you pose for him until his dick starts growing painfully hard in his boxers. You notice this as you keep eyeing his bulge. He pulls his boxers off, cock springing free and slapping his stomach with a string of precum dripping off the tip.
“Fuck, baby. Look what you do to me” he moans.
“Soooo big Rafe, n-need your cock right now” you whimper, drooling at the sight of his hard cock.
Rafe hovers over you, arms caging you in.
“Yeah? I want to watch you fall apart” Rafe whispers in your ear.
“Well fuck me like you mean it then daddy” you smirk.
“Take this shit off now.” he demands, eyes darting to the lingerie on your body.
“Yes Ra—“ he doesn’t even let you finish.
“Nah, you’re going to regret that sweetheart.. you know what I want, y’know what to call me.” Rafe’s eyes darken.
“Sorry d-daddy I-I didn’t mean to” you stutter, quickly throwing your pamties off and unhooking your bra throwing it on the ground.
“There you go. That’s my good girl” Rafe takes a good look at your bare figure as he slips two fingers in your pussy.
“Mmm, all wet and needy f’me already huh? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” Rafe teases, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth devouring your slickness.
Rafe offers no warning as he lines up to your entrance shoving his cock so deep into you making you scream. You shift beneath him completely caught off guard at the feeling of his cock stretching you out to the hilt. He grabs your wrists and pins your arms above your head.
“Ah ah, stop squirming ‘round slut. You can take it, I know you can. Take this cock like the whore that you are” Rafe grits. He continues to thrust, slow and deep into your cunt, making sure to hit your g-spot at just the right angle.
“It’s too much daddy, too big for me, don’t know if I can take—” you cry.
“It’s too much daddy” Rafe laughs, mocking you. He lets go of the grip on your wrists, wrapping one hand around your throat and the other hand grabs your leg throwing it over his shoulder.
This new angle drove him wild, it gave him a whole different feel of your pussy.
“Pussy feels so fuuuuckin’ good, love watching my cock slide in and out of this wet cunt. So tight, and grippin’ me so damn good baby” Rafe grunts.
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, his cock sending you into a state of euphoria.
“Mhmm, pussy is all yours daddy, all yours to fucking ruin and do as you please” you whine, nails digging into his back leaving crescent moons and scratches.
Rafe is pounding into you at a faster pace now, movements getting more rough and sloppy.
He loved watching you cry, moan and scream beneath him. It turned him on even more seeing you in such vulnerable positions taking his dick so well.
“Oh my god, right there! RIGHT THERE Rafe! Feels sooo good, p-please don’t stop! m’gonna cum for you daddy!” you moan as you hit your climax, shaking and squirting all over him.
Rafe pulls away from you. “Shit, look at that, you drenched my cock you slut.”
“Want you to taste yourself. Get up. On your knees now.” he orders.
You do as he says getting on your knees. Rafe settles down in front of you. His length at full attention right in front of your face, exactly right where he wanted it. He grabs the back of your neck pushing you towards him, your lips now brushing the tip of his cock.
“Hey, hey. Look at me baby” he mewls, hand grabbing your chin.
His hands travel towards your throat giving it a good squeeze, the other hand grabbing his length giving it a little tug and without warning he shoves his dick in your mouth. You choke, gasping for air as you try to pull away.
“Stop movin’ take this cock in that pretty little mouth….yes, fuckin’ just like that, tastes real good hmmm?” Rafe teases giving your cheek a firm slap.
He’s holding your head to keep you still as he continues to roughly pound his cock into your throat. You couldn’t help but moan sending vibrations to his dick. You loved when Rafe used your mouth for his own pleasure, sure you couldn’t breathe, and he was brutal but it turned you on.
His thrusts start to get sloppy. He’s sweating, cheeks are flushed and his bangs clinging to his forehead.
“Shiiiit, m’gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck. Here it comes baby. Swallow all of it, you slut, every single drop” Rafe grunts, more profanities spilling from his mouth and moans filling the room.
He gives you no time to breathe as his hips buck and his warm seed shoots deep down your throat.
“Mmmm so so good daddy, always taste s’good” you praise.
Rafe just stares, completely enamored by you. In his eyes, you were absolutely still beautiful after being fucked out and ruined.
“My god, you’re somethin’ else. You pretty little thing. Pose for me baby girl.” Rafe kisses your forehead and gets off the bed.
He grabs his boxers and puts them back on as he grabs the polaroid once more snapping a few photos of you.
You were kneeling with your legs spread apart with your hands placed on the bed in front of you. Your hair is in shambles, makeup running, cheeks red, eyes still teary and drool dribbling off the sides of your mouth. Rafe takes another moment to admire you.
He suddenly grabs his pants off of the floor and pulls out his wallet.
“Babe, what are you doing? Are you going somewhere or something?” you ask curiously, giving Rafe a pouty look.
“No, no princess. Don’t worry. Umm, just… putting this sexy thing in my wallet for keepsake to remind me what I have waiting for me at home.” Rafe responds with a wicked smile.
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Cherry lips l emily prentiss x reader
Tags: fluff, first kiss, getting together, r has a lip peeling problem (bc I do too), teeny tiny mention of blood (from the lip peeling), no use of yn
Summary: Tired of seeing you pick at your lips, Emily gives you some lip balm. That proves to be a mistake.
Word count: 1.5k
“Here.” Emily throws a stick of lip balm at you.
It falls on your lap and you give her a confused frown. She barely holds back an eye roll; your fingers are currently pinching a rough patch of skin on your lip—the rest is already peeled off—and when you drop your hand to pick up the chapstick, she catches a smear of blood on your thumbnail.
It really is such a shame.
You have the most beautiful lips; kissable and soft looking and she’s so often gripped with the urge to lean forward and press her own to yours, test out that softness for herself.
But you have a bad habit—you pick at them constantly, your nails catching on rough skin and peeling it off, leaving behind bright red marks that are sometimes painful to look at. It doesn’t make you any less beautiful to her—god, she wished it did—but sometimes she takes pity on those poor lips of yours. And when she was shopping for some mid-week groceries last night, she couldn’t help but toss the chapstick in her cart.
She won’t be thinking too hard about why she did that.
“Really?” You ask, turning the chapstick over between your fingers, biting your lips to hold back a smile.
Emily’s heart trips when you look up at her with a quirk of your brow; she’s usually good at reading you, but right now she can’t tell if you’re amused or exasperated.
“Since you obviously don’t own one,” she quips, sitting down on the edge of your desk. You roll your eyes and run your thumb over the plastic tube, your nail dragging over the white lettering on the side.
Cherry.
Emily definitely didn’t choose that because it’s her favorite, and she most definitely didn’t choose it because she wants to see how that shade of red would look on your lips.
“I do,” you scoff, unthinkingly bringing your other hand to your mouth. Emily grimaces as you start tearing at the skin, insistent on peeling it off.
“Hey, stop that,” she swats at your hand. You frown as your hand drops to your lap. “Put some Vaseline on or something,” she says, her brow creasing at the blood slowly blooming on your lip, “or some of that chapstick you definitely own.”
She looks at you expectantly and you huff. “Smartass.” You mutter as she turns and snatches a tissue from Reid’s desk.
Emily arches her brow as she extends it to you. “Thank you, Emily, for giving me something I so desperately needed. Oh, no problem, it was my pleasure, really—”
You laugh as you take the tissue from her and press it to your bottom lip, wiping away the little smidge of blood.
“Thank you, Emily.” You say sincerely, looking up at her through your lashes. “I really, really appreciate you giving me this lip balm and I promise to use it till it runs out.” You vow, your voice silky smooth, fingers wrapped around the chapstick as you hold it to your heart.
Emily’s heart stumbles once more. Do you know the effect you have on her? Sometimes she thinks you do, with the way you flirt with her, but other times you drip with genuine innocence, your smiles nothing but friendly.
“Whatever,” she murmurs, her booted toe lightly hitting yours. You smile and uncap the lip balm, twisting it to reveal a stick of deep red, almost burgundy.
She almost stops breathing when you turn to the tiny mirror on your desk and start applying it, your lips quickly tinting red, the uneven splotches of recently peeled skin disappearing. You trace it over your skin and smooth your lips together when you’re done, spreading the balm evenly before you turn back to her.
“Good?” You ask as you cap the chapstick and slip it into your pocket. Something in her grows warm at the thought of you carrying it with you. She wonders if it’ll find its way onto your nightstand tonight, if it’ll be hidden in the pocket of one of your blazers tomorrow.
Emily almost laughs at the question. Her eyes drop to your lips, just to check, as if she hadn’t been ogling them while you’ve been turned away. She can still see the edge of the rough skin you were picking at, but it’s mostly hidden beneath the red. She has to tear her eyes from your lips, still ever so perfect.
Kissable.
“Good,” she agrees, inclining her head in a nod. “I sincerely hope you’ll keep using it.” Her voice turns sickly sweet as she smiles, dimples curving in her cheeks. Your eyes brighten at the shift in her tone.
Grinning, you rest your chin on your palm. “Aw, you wanna kiss me that bad, Prentiss?” You tease.
She laughs breathily, the sound a little choked if you listen properly. You have no idea.
“Just don’t want those lips to scare anyone away, hon,” she taps your nose and slides off your desk, grinning when you flip her off.
She settles back into her own desk and looks across at you, her heart warming at the light blush on your cheeks, a similar pink to your lips.
“Screw you, Emily,” you grumble, but you’re not fooling anyone with your poorly hidden smile.
She winks at you. “You’ll thank me later.”
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It’s possibly the worst mistake she’s ever made.
Ever since she handed you the lip balm, you’ve been diligently applying it. Your lips are no longer cracked or dry; they’re plump and healed, shining with a subtle pink sheen, veering into red from the lip balm.
It goes without saying that work has become infinitely harder. She can’t focus when she sees the imprint of your lips on your coffee mug, a red kiss on the rim after you tip your drink back. When you pull out the chapstick in front of her she goes blank, her eyes zeroing in on the smooth, impossibly softer looking skin of your lips.
It only takes a week before her mind inevitably slips and exposes her.
You’re smoothing your hair in the bathroom when she walks in, also intent on touching up her appearance before delivering the profile. Your gaze slides to her and you smile, those perfect lips of yours turning up at the sight of her.
“Hey,” you say as she approaches, but she’s not listening. You’re turning over the chapstick between your fingers, the sheen on your lips telling her it’s freshly applied.
Emily doesn’t return your greeting. Her gaze drops to your mouth as she steps in close, closer than she realizes.
“Your lips look good,” she says quietly.
Your brows lift and immediately she feels her stomach drop, a flush rising up her cheeks. “Better,” she amends, her words breathless with embarrassment, “they look better. Than before. Not chapped.”
She really should stop talking. Her mouth snaps shut as her cheeks start to flame. She should stop looking at you, she thinks as your gaze drags over her. Your eyes linger on the pink tint of her pale cheeks, her widened eyes, the flush crawling up her jaw. She swallows and your eyes track that, too, making her body heat.
Emily sees the exact moment something shifts in your expression, as if you’ve come to a decision. Absently, you rub your smooth lips together. Absently, her eyes fall to them.
“They look good, huh?” You tilt your head. You take a few steps and close the miniscule distance between you two. Her chest presses into yours; she breathes in sharply.
“You know what, Em?” You murmur, your eyes locked on hers in a way that makes her feel dizzy. “They feel even better.”
Emily’s heart races as you slip the lip balm back into your pocket. When you lean in impossibly closer and place your hand on her cheek, she stops breathing entirely.
“We’ve been playing this game for a while,” you say, your thumb stroking the soft skin of her cheek. She leans her face into your hand, chasing your touch. You smile.
“But it’s not a game, is it, Em?”
God, when you say her name like that. When you say Em and not Emily, when you let the syllables roll around on your tongue, when you say it lazily, carefully, as if you have all the time in the world.
Her hand finds your waist. She smiles a little, through her racing heart. “No,” she agrees softly. “It’s not.”
Your skin is warm through your clothes. She hears the soft hitch in your breath, the way your skin caves beneath her touch.
“Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Emily laughs, soft and a little breathless. “Please,” she twists her fingers into your shirt, feels the material slip against her skin.
When you finally kiss her, she tastes cherries.
*I didn’t expect to write this so quickly after the first one but inspiration struck and I ran with it haha. I hope you enjoyed <33 I’d possibly like to write more for em, so if you’ve got any requests, pop in my inbox and let me know!
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POLAROID GIRL📷 ᡣ𐭩
Summary: rafe wishes to take polaroid pictures of you after sex and he always gets what he wants ✨
Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (p in v), oral sex (throat fucking), choking kink, daddy kink, use of slut/whore, reader gets slapped on the cheek.
A/N: don’t mind me as i will be posting my fics from my old blog on here all over again throughout the week or so since i can’t just reblog them bc they are completely gone from there… starting off w/ my most popular fic🥺
You and Rafe had been making out, your tongues clashing and clothes being thrown on the floor. You were left with only Rafe’s favorite lingerie set on.
“Wait. I just had an idea.” Rafe beams, looking you up and down.
“What is it Rafe?” you shift nervously beneath him, not knowing what was going on in that head of his. It literally could be anything with him and that made you nervous.
“Just thinkin’ for a while actually but uh, how about I take some polaroids of you after I fuck you senseless…yeah?” Rafe implored with a devlish smile.
You weren’t exactly comfortable with taking photos completely nude. Shit, not even with the lingerie on either. Not that you were prude or anything but you’ve never sent nudes in your life to any man, ever. You look at him, dumbfounded as if you weren’t sure you heard him correctly.
“Come on baby. It’ll be fun, you know you can trust me” Rafe insists giving you that look you couldn’t resist. He basically jumps off the bed before you could answer him and walks towards the dresser to grab your polaroid and sets it on the nightstand.
At this point you roll with and decide to be spontaneous in the moment. You did trust him with your life. He barely let anyone look at you fully clothed so he sure as hell wouldn’t let a soul get their hands on polaroids of you completely naked and fucked out.
“Hmm actually…you know what babe? Yeah, fuck it” you bat your lashes and shoot him a wink.
“Yeah?” Rafe automatically reaches for the polaroid.
“Want some shots of you in that lingerie too” he winks.
You get on all fours as you arch your back towards Rafe as he snaps a photo, getting a good shot of your plump ass.
“God damn. You are the sexiest girl ever, y’know that? I’m lucky as fuck” Rafe stated, giving a slap to your ass.
“Ohhh stop it Rafe! I’m the lucky one here. Have you seen yourself?” You chime in.
“Yeah, yeah whatever you say just take the damn compliment princess and keep posing f’me” Rafe rolls his eyes.
He proceeds to take multiple shots as you pose for him until his dick starts growing painfully hard in his boxers. You notice this as you keep eyeing his bulge. He pulls his boxers off, cock springing free and slapping his stomach with a string of precum dripping off the tip.
“Fuck, baby. Look what you do to me” he moans.
“Soooo big Rafe, n-need your cock right now” you whimper, drooling at the sight of his hard cock.
Rafe hovers over you, arms caging you in.
“Yeah? I want to watch you fall apart” Rafe whispers in your ear.
“Well fuck me like you mean it then daddy” you smirk.
“Take this shit off now.” he demands, eyes darting to the lingerie on your body.
“Yes Ra—“ he doesn’t even let you finish.
“Nah, you’re going to regret that sweetheart.. you know what I want, y’know what to call me.” Rafe’s eyes darken.
“Sorry d-daddy I-I didn’t mean to” you stutter, quickly throwing your pamties off and unhooking your bra throwing it on the ground.
“There you go. That’s my good girl” Rafe takes a good look at your bare figure as he slips two fingers in your pussy.
“Mmm, all wet and needy f’me already huh? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?” Rafe teases, pulling his fingers out of you and sliding them into his mouth devouring your slickness.
Rafe offers no warning as he lines up to your entrance shoving his cock so deep into you making you scream. You shift beneath him completely caught off guard at the feeling of his cock stretching you out to the hilt. He grabs your wrists and pins your arms above your head.
“Ah ah, stop squirming ‘round slut. You can take it, I know you can. Take this cock like the whore that you are” Rafe grits. He continues to thrust, slow and deep into your cunt, making sure to hit your g-spot at just the right angle.
“It’s too much daddy, too big for me, don’t know if I can take—” you cry.
“It’s too much daddy” Rafe laughs, mocking you. He lets go of the grip on your wrists, wrapping one hand around your throat and the other hand grabs your leg throwing it over his shoulder.
This new angle drove him wild, it gave him a whole different feel of your pussy.
“Pussy feels so fuuuuckin’ good, love watching my cock slide in and out of this wet cunt. So tight, and grippin’ me so damn good baby” Rafe grunts.
Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, his cock sending you into a state of euphoria.
“Mhmm, pussy is all yours daddy, all yours to fucking ruin and do as you please” you whine, nails digging into his back leaving crescent moons and scratches.
Rafe is pounding into you at a faster pace now, movements getting more rough and sloppy.
He loved watching you cry, moan and scream beneath him. It turned him on even more seeing you in such vulnerable positions taking his dick so well.
“Oh my god, right there! RIGHT THERE Rafe! Feels sooo good, p-please don’t stop! m’gonna cum for you daddy!” you moan as you hit your climax, shaking and squirting all over him.
Rafe pulls away from you. “Shit, look at that, you drenched my cock you slut.”
“Want you to taste yourself. Get up. On your knees now.” he orders.
You do as he says getting on your knees. Rafe settles down in front of you. His length at full attention right in front of your face, exactly right where he wanted it. He grabs the back of your neck pushing you towards him, your lips now brushing the tip of his cock.
“Hey, hey. Look at me baby” he mewls, hand grabbing your chin.
His hands travel towards your throat giving it a good squeeze, the other hand grabbing his length giving it a little tug and without warning he shoves his dick in your mouth. You choke, gasping for air as you try to pull away.
“Stop movin’ take this cock in that pretty little mouth….yes, fuckin’ just like that, tastes real good hmmm?” Rafe teases giving your cheek a firm slap.
He’s holding your head to keep you still as he continues to roughly pound his cock into your throat. You couldn’t help but moan sending vibrations to his dick. You loved when Rafe used your mouth for his own pleasure, sure you couldn’t breathe, and he was brutal but it turned you on.
His thrusts start to get sloppy. He’s sweating, cheeks are flushed and his bangs clinging to his forehead.
“Shiiiit, m’gonna fucking cum. Oh fuck. Here it comes baby. Swallow all of it, you slut, every single drop” Rafe grunts, more profanities spilling from his mouth and moans filling the room.
He gives you no time to breathe as his hips buck and his warm seed shoots deep down your throat.
“Mmmm so so good daddy, always taste s’good” you praise.
Rafe just stares, completely enamored by you. In his eyes, you were absolutely still beautiful after being fucked out and ruined.
“My god, you’re somethin’ else. You pretty little thing. Pose for me baby girl.” Rafe kisses your forehead and gets off the bed.
He grabs his boxers and puts them back on as he grabs the polaroid once more snapping a few photos of you.
You were kneeling with your legs spread apart with your hands placed on the bed in front of you. Your hair is in shambles, makeup running, cheeks red, eyes still teary and drool dribbling off the sides of your mouth. Rafe takes another moment to admire you.
He suddenly grabs his pants off of the floor and pulls out his wallet.
“Babe, what are you doing? Are you going somewhere or something?” you ask curiously, giving Rafe a pouty look.
“No, no princess. Don’t worry. Umm, just… putting this sexy thing in my wallet for keepsake to remind me what I have waiting for me at home.” Rafe responds with a wicked smile.
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Can I have Alastor getting a bj please??
Of course you can! 🤤 I decided to have some fun with it and added a bit of color to it. Let me know what you think! Hope you enjoy! ✨️
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🔞 Tell Me I'm Punny 🔞
Summary: You may have told Alastor that he wasn't punny and now...well...let's just say it was a mouth-opener.
Warnings: alastor makes puns while receiving oral sex, alastor being a brat, alastor kind of being a jerk, blow job, reader is gender neutral, swallowing, smut, teasing, reader is a brat too
Your jaw throbbed with a delicious ache as you gazed up at Alastor, his eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint, his grin wide and knowing. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, hardly believing that this act was the repercussion for daring to criticize his terrible puns.
Maybe once, or twice, or perhaps three times? But who could blame you? His puns were truly dreadful.
But any thoughts of protest were silenced by a muffled moan that escaped your throat as the hot, silken flesh pressed deeper into your mouth. It was a sensation like no other, overwhelming, intoxicating.
The heady mix of heat and silkiness shot shivers down your spine. Each inch of him that slid past your lips was met with delicious surrender.
“Nice and snug, dear, wouldn’t you say?” Alastor’s voice carried a jovial tone, though a slight hitch in his breath betrayed his composure as your tongue slowly teased and caressed the underside of his cock.
You savoured the taste of salt and musk, mingled with the essence of him, flooding your senses like the fiery brimstones of Hell. Each sensation heightened, every touch a taste of delicious torment that fed your desire to an uncontrollable inferno.
“Now, wouldn’t you say I’m quite punny?” Alastor’s question threw you off balance. You wanted to groan at the pettiness of it all, that he was put out that you didn’t call him punny earlier today.
He withdrew his cock for a space for you to breathe, to respond, but before you could even utter a single god damn breath, he took control, squeezing the head of his cock between your lips, sliding it with irresistible force and insistence that left you literally breathless.
Deeper and deeper he pushed, until he hit the back of your throat, claiming you, stamping you with his seal of approval.
You choked, the tight seal of your mouth struggling to contain the overflow of spittle that gathered before spilling around him, forming a glistening pool on the carpet below. Your glare met Alastor’s gaze, a silent challenge amidst the frenzy of his desire, your desire.
But as your grip tightened around the base of his cock, a soft gasp escaped his lips. With fervour and hunger that bordered on desperation, you devoured him, your tongue tracing every sensitive ridge and crevice, peeling back his foreskin to reveal more of him, to taste more of him.
“Oh dear, you have quite the naughty mouth on you,” Alastor panted, his grin widening as his hips jerked in tandem with your strokes. “Quite a naughty mouth, indeed.”
The room filled with the sounds of suckling, mingled with the gathering spits, punctuated by your own moans that bounced off the walls. You could sense from the irregular rhythm of his breathing that he was nearing the edge, on the brink of release.
But just before he reached the pinnacle of pleasure, he drew back, leaving you aching and hungry. With a tilt of his head and his face adorning his shit-eating grin, he asked - no - he commanded you, “Now, tell me I’m punny.”
The massive ego on this man was truly insurmountable. Once again, you were on the verge of retorting, ready to poke fun at his inflated sense of self, but the moment you opened your mouth, he thrust his cock back into you with renewed urgency.
Your mouth opened instinctively as he increased his speed, the head of his cock rubbing against your tongue furiously. His movements, relentless, uncontrolled, leaving your tongue to chase him to keep up with the onslaught of sensation.
“What’s wrong?” a gasp then a jerk, “you’re usually so mouthy,” again, another gasp between breaths, his words dripping with amusement and pleasure. But before you could even form a coherent thought, he winced and released a hot flood of his thick cream into your mouth.
The taste of him was all you could register, a potent mixture of salt and bitterness that was unmistakably him. You closed your mouth and looked up, trying to swallow his essence down just the way he wanted you to. You felt the warmth of him spreading through you with every gulp.
With a laugh that echoed through the room, Alastor quipped, “My, nothing to add, dear?” His grin widened staring at your lips. “I’m sure it was quite the...mouthful.”
Rolling your eyes, you swallowed the last bit of him and couldn’t resist the smile that danced along your lips.
His puns were adorable, in their own twisted little way, weren’t they?
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┊DRUNKEN NIGHT IN YOUR ARMS┊˚✧
┊ONE SHOT┊NAKAHARA CHUUYA X GN!READER┊
Chuuya birthday special, attempt on fluff (prolly failed womp womp), 838 words, unedited
warnings: ooc(?), cringe :3, alcohol, Chuuya being drunk-ish, cuddling, so much cringe I would be ashamed of this in the future
(a/n): This is the first work I publish on Tumblr help... Didn't know what I was doing tbh js winging it w a few ideas from my readers on Quotev
Birthdays weren't celebrated in the Port Mafia.
You knew that, but a little something for Chuuya won't hurt.
“What’s this?” Chuuya asked, staring at the white box with a loose lid that you placed on his lap. It was a fairly large one, decorated with a red ribbon on top.
“Open it,” you smile, taking a seat next to him.
Chuuya had just returned home, after a long day. The first thing greeting him was you knocking on his door and pulling him over to sit on the couch, before handing a giant box to him.
“Is there a bomb in here or..?”
You bit back the urge to laugh. “No, why would I put a bomb in there?”
“I was kiddin’,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, a small smile on his face. He tugged off the ribbon, gently opening the lid, curious on what's inside.
“Ta-da! Happy birthday, Chu!”
Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, jolting in surprise when the box suddenly moved.
Inside the box was a puppy. A golden retriever to be specific. The puppy was staring up at Chuuya, tail wagging slightly.
“[Name]...” Chuuya called, voice trailing off.
“Hm?” your expression drops for a moment, wondering if you've done anything wrong.
Jokes on you, you did quite the opposite, he loved it. “Thank you,” he mutters, looking adoringly at the pup, gently patting the head.
They say alcohol reveals one's truest feelings.
You guess that it’s true, with Chuuya mumbling off whatever went through his mind.
Hours passed, the clock ticking just after midnight. Chuuya opened a good bottle of Romanée-conti in celebration, though, just a glass down and he's more than a little tipsy.
Intoxicated, Chuuya was leaning over a balcony railing, ranting off. The topic ranges from reminiscence of the past few years, to musings about how much he loves you. The truest thoughts spill easily from his tongue while he's under the influence.
You, of course, remained sober, listening to every single word leaving his mouth.
You noticed he was getting too tipsy, a soft flush appearing on his cheek, barely noticeable under the faint moonlight. So, with care, you started to lead him back inside, holding his hand and guiding him towards the couch, before heading towards the kitchen.
“Here you go,” you hand him a glass of cold water, hoping to help get him a bit sober. Chuuya’s low tolerance for alcohol always ends up as a challenge for both of you, but it wasn't something you couldn’t manage.
Chuuya took the glass, drinking it down in one go. The whole world is still spinning, but at least his mind is a little less foggier. He'll get a killer hangover in the morning, though he's leaving that as tomorrow’s problem.
Covered in darkness, the room basked in a soft type of atmosphere. The puppy was content with his new home, sleeping comfortably on a bed you bought along with you.
You sit besides him, putting away the glass into the coffee table in front of the couch, only to feel a weight leaning on your shoulder. Soft music played quietly in the background, just some background noise while enjoying each other's company.
You moved your positions so that you were leaning on the arm rest, Chuuya laying on top of you, face buried on your chest. The two of you ended up in this position, cuddling up against each other under the influence of alcohol.
“Chuuya,” you whisper, a soft smile tilting your tone. Your fingers carding through his red hair, entwined within the soft locks and lightly tugging at the loose knots.
“Mmm?” he let out a small hum in reply, tiredly glancing at you with loving eyes. He was relaxed, at the moment, indulging himself into the comfort of your warm embrace, simply existing in the moment. An arm around his waist, resting in his back, the other tangled in his hair.
You shift your position a bit, placing your chin on top of his head before planting a soft kiss on his forehead, in which he smiled at. “Are you comfortable?” you ask, burying your face on top of his head. The light scent of wine and cologne meeting your senses.
“Mhm,” he answers, voice slurred and muffled against the fabric of your shirt.
You let out a small laugh, brushing a strand of hair away from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear. “Good to hear,”
Chuuya remained silent, only leaning into the touch with a content smile, staring at you. Your hold on him was comforting, he could just fall asleep right there. He probably will, anyway.
He could feel the warmth from your body, like a radiator. Chuuya snuggled closer, yearning to be as close as possible to you. You two fit like two pieces of a puzzle, it felt right.
“[Name],” he muttered, leaning up enough that you could fully see his face, mesmerizing eyes staring at your own.
“Yes, Chu?” you reply, all your attention to him.
“Thank you,”
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anyway, here's wonderwall. | chapter one
[ chapter 2 ]
were you truly mentally prepared for what would unfold in hotarubi? it couldn't be any worse than having a gun to your head right? despite the late hour, it's nearly impossible to get what taiga said out of your mind.
there's a mole.
but why would there be a mole at darkwick? who would it be? someone you know? a friend? how does taiga even know this?
there's officially too much on your mind to get any sleep.
yawning, you turn over to pull your phone off the charger. it was cute with an adapter shaped like a cat paw. the smile kaito wore as he handed it to you was full of pride. he said he got it "just because". it was clearly a lie after luca suggested it was consolation for skipping out on training but it's funny remembering how red he got afterwards. it was a sweet gesture but how does he expect to pay off his debt if he keeps buying things "just because".
the screen lights up and after blinking away tears from the initial brightness you read the time. ten minutes after midnight. maybe there's something interesting on wickchat? there wasn't a lot of time to check during the last mission.
eventually you make it to your messages. only a select few people are active due to the late hour and kaito is one of them. you can see him typing in your group chat. the one he made after the mission in frostheim. you temporarily left the chat while talking with taiga. although, in all honesty, trying not to get killed by taiga would fit better. you had texted him more than 10 minutes before you came to his room. yet still a gun was pointed to your head for the third (maybe fourth, you were losing track) time that week.
with complete and utter seriousness he claimed he "didn't know any honor student".
how many times did he expect you to introduce yourself exactly? you considered being a smartass and just saying a fake name. instead you decided to move, slowly so you didn't set him off, and show the texts.
suddenly the blonde started spamming the group chat in all caps, lighting up your phone with vibration after vibration. something about getting his point across to that dumbass, who you're assuming is probably luca. in hindsight, you could've just turned notifs off but when taiga was clearly starting to get pissed off you went with the quickest option. upsetting the guy with a machine gun for a special artifact isn't exactly at the top of your to-do list.
( #1 peekaboo fan )
im surprised to see luca up this late
the conversation comes to an abrupt halt. three dots circle at the bottom of your screen followed by a cat emote waving hi.
( kaito ✮ )
hiii : D
i added you back earlier btw i dunno why you left but it was probably an accident right??
wait sorry did i wake u up
mb 💔💔
( Lucas Errant )
I suppose it is a bit strange, yes? My conversation with Kaito must have made me lose track of time haha
( #1 peekaboo fan )
yeah you're usually knocked out lol and dw kaito i was already awake : )
( kaito ✮ )
ohh ok lol
i can't sleep either
( Lucas Errant )
You can't? I thought you said you were going to sleep because I was boring you.
( #1 peekaboo fan )
lmao
( kaito ✮ )
bro you were talking about fun facts and shi
ofc i was nodding off
( Lucas Errant )
My apologies. I assumed because of your life at home you'd be interested in it.
( kaito ✮ )
no not really
( #1 peekaboo fan )
wdym?
( kaito ✮ )
he was telling me about farm life as if i didn't get enough of that at home
( #1 peekaboo fan )
wait you grew up on a farm!?
( Lucas Errant )
I'm really interested in the culture. In the U.K I took horseback riding lessons but I've never seen any other farm animals in person.
( #1 peekaboo fan )
ooo that does sound fun
pigs are really cute
( kaito ✮ )
bruh
you would take horseback riding lessons
( #1 peekaboo fan )
you didn't like it there?
( kaito ✮ )
i mean... i liked being able to help my grams.
she's older so she needs that support
but in any other scenario??
nobody is getting that muddy for free
like you won't say that when you have a bull sprinting at you full speed
( #1 peekaboo )
this visual... 💀
( kaito ✮ )
bro 😭
( #1 peekaboo fan )
nah but fr
luca if ur interested you should volunteer at jabberwock
it's not the same but it's close
haru could use the extra help
( Lucas Errant )
Working with anamolous creatures would be an interesting learning experience. I'm not familiar so one day if you're free?
( kaito ✮ )
wait
( #1 peekaboo fan )
YESS
i'll show you everything i know ^_^
( kaito ✮ )
just the two of you?
( Lucas Errant )
I'm glad! I'll be available tomorrow during advisory. We have the same class right?
( #1 peekaboo fan )
yeah I'll meet u and we can go from there!
it's a date :3
( kaito ✮ )
WHAT
( #1 peekaboo fan )
u coming with?
( kaito ✮ )
yeah I'll come
( Lucas Errant )
I do worry if this is suited for you Kaito, but if you feel up to it I won't stop you.
( #1 peekaboo fan )
yea u don't like getting dirty right? you don't have to if you don't wanna
( kaito ✮ )
no it's fine i'll just try not to get anything on my uniform and
...keep an eye on him
( #1 peekaboo fan )
what
( kaito ✮ )
nothing.
( #1 peekaboo fan )
right so
see y'all tomorrow
im gonna go to bed
( Lucas Errant )
Yes, me as well. I wish both of you a good night's rest.
( #1 peekaboo fan )
seriously get sleep kai or im gonna to get you
( kaito ✮ )
promise? 😳
JK JK
gn
an emote of a cat waving goodbye signifies the end of the conversation. that's that you suppose. haru wouldn't mind right? he did really need the help. he's impressively good at what he does but you can't help but feel that he overexerts himself. maybe before you go you should text him to—
"meoww!!"
you nearly jump out of your skin. below you a soft yet prickly sensation is revealed to be a cat, pawing at your leg. the cute little thing is an orange cat with light spots along it's body and tail. as soon as your attention is fully away from your phone it jumps on your leg making you laugh.
it makes no complaints as you scoop it into your arms and cradle it close. it's a bit surprising to see one of the campus cats being so cuddly. they're friendly but very independent as chancellor cornelius had said. most of them don't linger for long, always busy with something else. this one is is a bit smaller though so maybe it was still new to the school.
the vibrant orange of it's coat of fur is reminiscent of the cat who fixed your window. where did that one go off too?
you finally lay down for the night. the warmth from your new companion lulling you to sleep as he settled on top of your chest.
in the morning you'd call haru to let him know you'd found some extra help.
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CHAPTER TWO
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"Charlie! Come, come to me my little duckling!" Lucifer smiled, watching his little girl take her first steps towards him. Lucifer practically beamed, cheering her on as she finally made it to him.
Charlie was holding onto Lucifers arm, giggling in childish joy as she hugged him. Lucifer's eyes sparkled with adoration, wondering to himself how he was so lucky to be blessed with a daughter like her. What did he do to deserve her?
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"Charlie! Come, come to me my little duckling!" Lucifer smiled, watching his little girl take her first steps towards him. Lucifer practically beamed, cheering her on as she finally made it to him.
Charlie was holding onto Lucifers arm, giggling in childish joy as she hugged him. Lucifer's eyes sparkled with adoration, wondering to himself how he was so lucky to be blessed with a daughter like her. What did he do to deserve her?
"Pa!" Charlie said, grabbing a teddy bear and putting it into Lucifers arms, making him chuckle as he put his forehead against hers.
"Pa is proud of you sweetheart. Very proud." Lucifer cooed, stroking her hair as he picked her up, lifting her into the air and pretending that she was a fairy.
Charlie gasped and squealed with happiness, listening to Lucifer make wind noises. She had the biggest smile on her face that made Lucifers heart explode with love. She was just too cute!
They just kept bonding, playing until Lilith walked in.
Memory end.
Lucifer was thinking about his family again as Adam and Vox argued. But then Molly appeared, snapping him out of it. Flipping her hair back, she walked into the hotel. Molly, the first and original resident, had just finished shooting an adult film and returned from the studio.
Letting out an exhausted sigh, she crashed into the couch, slicking back her untidy, messy hair while she took a long drag of her cigarette. Finishing the cig, Molly tossed it onto the floor carelessly, grinding it into the ground with the heel of her shoe, groaning. Molly had a long day, that was very clear...
Lucifer went up to her, patting her shoulder as he stared at her, concern etched onto his face. He wasn’t ever close to Molly, sure, but he cares about his residents no matter what. That’s what the hotel is for, after all. "Hey there. Had another long shoot, huh?" He said, gently smiling at her.
Molly only looked to the side, responding with: "Yeah.. no biggie though! It ain't like this is some shit I cant fuckin' handle anyw— Wait a sec. Oh my, you didn't tell me you invited some flings of yours over!" Molly suddenly got up, a smirk making its way onto her face as she walked towards Vox.
Vox looked at her with disdain and backed away with every step Molly took. Molly only giggled, covering her mouth as she does so. "Awh, and who are you sweetheart?" Molly purred, trailing a finger down Vox's chest.
Almost instantly, she got teleported 10 feet away, with a spiteful Vox scowling at her.
"Molly! Look, your stupid, but not that stupid. Come on! That’s the literal radio demon!" Lucifer exclaimed, gesturing to Vox with a hand.
"Never heard of him." Molly mumbled, grabbing a popsicle from the minifridge.
Lucifer facepalmed and turned to look at Velvette, who was busy ripping the wallpaper and redecorating the entire hotel. Obviously, Lucifer didn’t appreciate that at all and stormed towards her. Grabbing her by the shoulders, he stopped her from her continuous destruction.
"Stop destroying our hotel! I get its not your style but you dont just walk in here and-"
Velvette harshly kicked him away and snickered, crossing her arms as she looked at him rebelliously. "Oh please love, this place looks worse than a dumpster fire! You, Luci, in desperate needs of an update." Velvette grinned, ignoring the fact he’s glaring at her with a disapproving look.
Lucifer was basically running around back and fourth to scold the Vees.. He is not pleased with what they are doing. At all.
Lucifer pointed at Vox, jabbing his finger into his chest, "Sorry, Vox," Lucifer sarcastically said, practically hissing at him with hate and contempt, "But your servants are ruining my hotel! What in the world are you doing?!"
"Business! Adam accepted my plan, and... well, I’m helping your miserable hotel attract sinners!" Vox stated ever so egotistically, leaning closer to spit those words at him with derision.
Lucifer’s eye twitched ever so slightly and he turned his back on Vox, contemplating what to say without being mean. I mean, who dares to treat him like this? He’s the king of hell! How dare Vox treat him with mockery and lack of respect? Vox should know, Lucifer could snap his fingers and he'd disappear! Hes the ref!
"I... I’m the king of hell, you shithead! And you shouldn’t disrespect m-"
Vox interrupts, humming loudly as if to tell Lucifer he doesnt give two shits. Vox honestly just finds his attempts to gain control of the situation hilarious.
'Stop interrupting me, you tacky piece of-"
"Anyway! Valentino, how about you get to work instead of decorating your shitty shop with dildos!" Vox cheerfully said. Though, everyone could hear his patience wearing thin. Vox's voice got more static-y, more louder and more well, annoyed.
Valentino immediately dropped the dildo he was holding and instead, started organizing his shop. Vox was terrifying when he was pissed off, and Valentino did not want to get killed at the moment. How would he live without his vibrators?! He sniffled, tearing up as he gave the dildo on the floor one last kiss.
Vox's strained expression turned calm and he sat down, watching Velvette demolish the entire hotel and replace it to the Vee's liking. In all honesty, Vox had no intentions of changing the hotel at first, but then immediately realized how fun it would be to rile up the literal king of hell. And guess what? It was absolutely worth it.
Lucifer knew Vox. Lucifer knows its on purpose, and he despises Vox for it. Unfortunately, Adam with his kind, blessed heart wanted to give every sinner a shot. Even the ones who believed the hotel was a laughing stock, even the ones who ridiculed them. It was exasperating to see, naive little Adam get fooled so easily. Like a mouse walking into a mouse trap..
"Uh, so whats the shortie doin'? Why is she fuckin up our hotel?" Molly pointed to Velvette, who was busy still wrecking the hotel.
Obviously, Velvette ignored her as she was too focused on designing the hotel to her taste.
"Oh my god, you pigtailed lady. Could you stop?!" Lucifer yelled, which led to Velvette shouting back that quickly developed into a heated argument.
Molly sighed and shook her head, walking away from the scene. She was too worn out to deal with the newbies. Tossing her coat onto the couch, Molly removed her hair ties from her hair, throwing them onto the ground and went back to her room.
She definitely left a mess, a mess Velvette immediately noticed and started cleaning up. Velvette was sure to cuss out Molly for being so untidy!
~~~~~
Molly tumbled into her room, collasping onto her bed as she closed her eyes. When will her boss let her rest, she thinks as she screams into her pillow, the cushion doing a fantastic job at muffling her frustrated screams as she slams her fist against the bed. Why is her boss like this? How could she have believed her boss's tricks and sold her soul?! Why could she never catch a break?!
Meow
Molly suddenly stopped in her state of anger and turned to look at Keekee, her pet cat. The little kitty walked over to Molly, her tail swaying in excitement. Keekee seemed happy to see Molly! Jumping onto Molly, she started rubbing her face against her arm, purring and meowing at her.
Molly's heart immediately melted and she scoops Keekee into her arms. Nuzzling her, she gently petted Keekee between her ears and smiled.
"Oh Kee, you never know how much ya make my day."
Molly smiled gently, holding Keekee up before bringing her close and nuzzling her nose. Bringing Keekee down onto her chest, Molly pat her head again and held her close.
Maybe Molly's dead life was horrible, but with Keekee by her side? Ehh, maybe not so much...
She just hopes she'll survive this mess, surviving this alongside Keekee. She cant afford to loose Keekee..
~~~~~
Adam watched them bicker nonstop, sighing and walking off to find Lute.
Lute, his bestfriend that fell with him for defending the same thing, always supported him and helped him with all his plans. Adam was extremely thankful he found someone like her. All these thoughts led Adam to get all giddy, smiling ear to ear as he entered her room.
Despite Lute being cold and brutal, she never acted out of line towards Adam. After all, she runs the hotel with him and is his assistant. She was very calm and collected when around Adam.
As Adam entered the room, he noticed Lute was sharpening her swords. She knew he was trying to sneak up on her, so she turned around immediately.
"Nice try sir." She said, her tone indifferent as she lightly tapped his head with her sword.
Adam groaned and pouted, sitting on her bed with a disappointed look. "Your no fun dangertits. And fuckin' watch it! You'll chop my head in half."
"Sometimes I wish I could."
"Fuck you!"
"Oh, and have I informed you that we have a meeting with heaven tomorrow? Well.. you do, actually."
Suddenly the tension in the air got thicker, and Adam seemed baffled by what Lute said. Replaying what Lute said in his head a million times, he finally registered what she said and screamed:
"What?!"
End
Written by mod Shello
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ִ ⠀ׂ ੯ ナナ 𐙚 ִ 𝑁 𝐴 𝑁 𝐴 𝑥 𝐹 𝑒 𝑚 𝑈 𝑠 𝑒 𝑟
— 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶 (𝘸𝘭𝘸). 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢 𝘰𝘻𝘢𝘬𝘪 (𝘸𝘭𝘸). 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘶𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘢. 𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘫𝘰. 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘬𝘪. 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘮𝘪 𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦. 𝘺𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘪.
cw: bots tagged dead dove on janitor include dark/nsfw themes and their warnings will be in the intro. characters over the age of 18 include sexual traits in their settings, but all initial messages are sfw.
Ren Honjo﹐蓮
JAI | CAI. ren’s always had a thing for the pretty, trapnest’s makeup artist, you. his favorite thing is sitting outside the studio to smoke with you.
Shinichi Okazaki﹐真一
JAI | CAI. shinichi has known you since he moved to japan, he’s unsure why but you’ve always been there for him, especially when he needs a place to stay.
Takumi Ichinose﹐巧
JAI | CAI. takumi isn’t sure why but he’s always back to you, to your apartment, to your arms, to your bed. his promises don’t last, but you always let him in.
Yasushi Takagi﹐泰士
JAI | CAI. it’s the third time in a month that you wake up in yasu’s apartment. for some reason, he just can’t seem to stay away from you.
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hi, i'm jay!
she/her | 19 | queer
i'm about to finish my second year of college as a biology major. my goal is to become a wildlife biologist :)
about me:
✩my interests✩
reading, music, harrypotter/marauders, traveling, journaling, the environment, wildlife, baking, plants. animals, my pets, coffee, national parks, mental health, adhd and minecraft
✩ my favorites✩
color: burnt orange
movie: national treasure
tv show: ncis, criminal minds, and greys anatomy
musician (all time): hozier
national park: glacier national park
✩other musicians i listen to: chappell roan, alex g, lana del ray, noah kahan, renee rapp, tv girl, cigarettes after sex, the technicolors, nothing but thieves, lord huron, mac demarco, the cranberries, fleet foxes, fleetwood mac, bon iver, novo amor, sufjan stevens, greta van fleet, and olivia rodrigo
what to expect from this blog?
honestly i don't know! you should expect stuff about studying, music, books, tv shows, the environment, animals/pets, mental health/adhd, and maybe a few rants.
i am always looking for mutuals so don't be afraid to reach out!! i have really bad anxiety/social anxiety so i am bad at reaching out first so please reach out to me :)
dividers are from @cafekitsune (please check them out!! they are absolutely incredible)
links: the stars&dots and the stars&moon divider
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THE WAGER💋ᡣ𐭩
SUMMARY: you make a bet w/ your stepbro!rafe. if you win, you get to take his bike out for a ride whenever you please but what happens if he wins? (idea from the movie cruel intentions)
WARNINGS: stepcest, mdni 18+, smut (p in v), oral sex (female receiving), some lowkey degrading, choking, possessive!toxic!rafe
“Are you saying that I, Rafe Cameron, wouldn’t be able to win her over? Is that it?” Rafe scoffed, pointing his fingers towards his chest and giving you a dim look.
“That’s exactly what I’m trying to say. I mean come on, you truly think Sofia, little miss perfect princess, is going to give up her virginity to you? Pleeease, what makes you so special?” You snort.
“Oh y/n. You know me by now, don’t be so naive” Rafe laughs.
“Okay then, Rafey, how ‘bout a wager then?” you propose, taking a seat on the bed.
“You did not just call me that. I swear y/n, if you call me that one more fuckin’ time, I swear I’ll ruin you and you know exactly what I mean. Y’know I don’t play that shit.” Rafe booms as he glares you down.
You just loved pushing his buttons by calling him Rafey. He hated that nickname ever since he was a kid. “Relax there hothead, it’s not even that serious, just fuckin’ round with you, having some fun.” You jested.
“So, anyways, the bet..you really think you can get Sofia to fall for you in a week? You sure you’re capable of seducing her in such a short time?” You ask, curiously.
“I won’t even need the full week babe, give me a few days and she’ll be at my mercy and on her knees for me” He grins and sends you a wink while walking towards you.
“I’m just that irresistable… I mean, shit, even you want me y/n, I know you do. My own step sister. What would your mom think about her precious daughter getting fucked out of her mind by her own step brother? Huh?” Rafe laughs and just shakes his head.
“Shut up, you’re so full of yourself” You retort, rolling your eyes. He wasn’t wrong.
“So that wager of yours….” Rafe continued.
“If I win, I get to take that really nice bike of yours for a ride whenever I please” You beamed.
“And if I win, hmmm?” Rafe questions. His arms caging you in as he hovers over you.
“I’ll give you what you’ve been obsessing over ever since our parents got married” you stare into Rafe’s eyes batting your lashes.
“How ‘bout you be more specific y/n” Rafe instructs.
“In simple terms…. I’ll fuck your brains out” you emphasized, smirking at him.
“What makes you think I’ll go for it? That’s my one and only bike and you know I like to take care of my shit. Not even the bitches I’ve fucked ‘round with have taken a ride on that bike.” Rafe replies, making his way off the bed.
“Because, I’m the only person you can’t have and it kills you.” You reveal, walking after him with a cunning look in your eyes.
“Seems to me, that you, my bratty little step sis wants to ride my cock just as bad as I want to ruin that pussy of yours, yeah?” Rafe grits, his face just inches away from yours.
You both start to get flustered as your lips nearly touch, you could feel his hot breath on you. The sexual tension so thick in the air.
Rafe’s starts to palm himself, trying to keep his dick down. He knew what you were trying to do and it drove him insane.
“Looks like next week I’ll be riding that fancy bike of yours” you tease.
“The only thing you’ll be riding is me” Rafe taunts.
“Whatever you say, Rafey” you shoot him a wink before you skip out of the room.
You were getting ready for the day when you receive a text. It was from Rafe.
“That pussy of yours better be ready for me and waiting in my bed tonight slut” a photo attachment followed the text, catching your attention. The slut in you was hoping it was a picture of his dick.
You open the text thread and click on the photo. Your eyes go wide when you see Sofia with her hair and makeup a mess, obvious she was completely fucked out. He sent the photo as proof, but he was also being petty. He knew it would make you jealous.
Rafe did what he does best. He added her to the tally of girls he’d gotten what he wanted from. He was honestly a little too good at putting up this “real gentleman” facade that no one actually knew his true intentions. It never failed to fool every girl he sought after. They would give themselves to him just to never hear from him ever again.
You were sincerely the only one that knew the toxic fuck boy that was, Rafe Cameron.
For as long as you could remember you were always attracted to your step brother and you weren’t afraid to make it known to him. You knew it was bad but did you care? No, you were no saint, probably no better than Rafe himself.
You sat there thinking how Rafe was right, and it pissed you off. Just a few fucking days and Sofia was all over him, trusted him with her virginity, it disgusted you. It drove you mad that he was right and it drove you insane that he fucked her.
Tonight, things between the two of you were only about to get spicier, and little did you know what you were getting yourself into.
“Oh, my. god. Fuck! Rafe, right there! Don’t fucking stop” You scream. Rafe’s face was currently lodged between your thighs, his tongue lapping up all your juices.
“My sweet, sweet step sister. Shit, you taste so fuckin’ good, who would have known?” Rafe moaned. He proceeeds to suck on your clit and slips a couple fingers into your soaked cunt.
You squirm above him trying to pull away, clit getting way too overstimulated. He agressively shoves his fingers in and out of you. You’re a moaning mess screaming his name, coming to your sixth orgasm.
“It’s too much Rafe!! I can’t t-take any m-more” you whine.
“Stop fuckin’ movin ‘round. Just behave and try to stay quiet, yeah? Can’t have our parents hearing us and finding out what were up to now can we?” Rafe scolded, grabbing your thighs to keep you grounded.
“No, I guess not. Please… I don’t know how much more I can take” you cry.
“Come on stop being such a damn brat, I don’t know how much I can take” Rafe mocks, laughing at you being the most vulnerable you’ve ever been with him. It genuinely just turned him on more.
He ignores your cries and continues licking and sucking at your clit, adding in a third finger.
“I’m gonna cum again Rafe. I can feel it…Oh god I-I’m cumming!” You moan as you squirt all over his tongue and face. You lay there trying to catch your breath, your mind went fuzzy, you swear all you could see were stars.
“Such a good little slut f’me, now come and ride this cock until I cum in that pretty pussy of yours” Rafe orders.
He pulls his boxers off in one swift motion, his hard cock throbbing just for you, precum already dripping from the tip. Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets at the sight of his long, thick and veiny cock. You’ve never seen one so big and so pretty, it made you drool.
“Like what you see?” Rafe smirks.
“It’s s-so big, never seen one like it… I’m scared Rafe, will it fit?” You ask nervously.
“I’ll make it fit baby. Relax and sit on this dick like a good girl” Rafe mutters.
You hover above him, your hands using his chest for support as you line yourself up to his cock. You slowly sink down, gripping him tight like a glove.
You start finding your rhythm and ride him like your life depended on it, sending Rafe into complete ecstasy. His hands automatically reach for your throat, squeezing your airways. His tongue clashing into your mouth.
“Atta girl, that’s it y/n, god you’re so fuckin’ tight, going to make me fuck a baby into you.” Rafe grunts. His hands travel up to your hips grasping you hard, moving you up and down his cock with brutal force.
“Oh, fuck! Fuuuuckin’ f-feels sooo good r-rafe!! want you to use me like a toy and ruin this little pussy with your big cock” you sob.
Rafe didn’t think his dick could get any harder but your words…those words had an effect on him.
Rafe flips you, switching positions so you’re now on your back. He gives you no warning as he rams his dick into you. His hands are squeezing your tits as he drills into your cunt with brutal force stretching you out.
“Want you to watch your pussy get fuckin’ wrecked baby” Rafe grinned. His hands grabbed your hair into a makeshift ponytail, pulling your head down, folding you, making you watch his cock devour your pussy.
You’re watching as his length slams in you at full length, you’re creaming all over his already drenched cock.
“Doing so good f’me like the obedient slut you are, love takin’ your step brothers dick, hmmm?” Rafe teases.
“Yes, yes! The only cock I need. Oooh fuck! Please, need your cum inside me Rafe!!!” You moan, so loud he has to cover your mouth. His thrusts get faster and sloppier, you know he’s close.
“Holy shit, this pussy is s’gooood! Gonna fill you up to the brim. Oh fuck, fuck, here it comes! Ahhhh I-I’m cumming baby! Yes, yes! Take it and be a good little cumslut, the only thing you’re good for” Rafe screams, profanities and moans filling the room.
He was shooting warm ropes of cum into your cunt while still fucking into you until he pulls out, his cock springing up, sending cum flying towards you and landing on your face.
“Oh my—that was, um that was hot Rafe. Why didn’t we do this before?” You ask breathlessly while putting your clothes back on.
You were just about to walk out of the room when Rafe violently grabs your hair and pulls you up against him, his big arms locking you in, your back against his chest.
“You know, y/n, if you wanted to fuck me you could have just said so. You belong to me now, understand? I will use you whenever and however I please.” Rafe snaps so close to your ear that you wince in his grasp.
“Y-Yes, I understand R-Rafe. I’ll be good. I promise, I’ll be good.” You stutter, knowing you were completely and utterly fucked for the long haul.
#rafe cameron#stepbro!rafe#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron fanfiction#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron one shot#rafe cameron imagine#mdni divider creds: hitobaby#divider creds: cafekitsune#divider creds: saradika-graphics
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Wandering hands | emily prentiss x reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, r is putting on makeup, no use of yn, clingy emily
Summary: Doing your makeup didn’t usually take much time. However, with a certain brunette wrapped around you, her head in your neck as you try to get ready, it proves to be quite the challenge.
Word count: 0.9k
Doing your makeup didn’t usually take much time. However, with a certain brunette wrapped around you, her head in your neck as you try to get ready, it proves to be quite the challenge.
“Em,” you laugh as she squeezes your waist. Her hands are warm, soft, her fingertips digging your shirt deeper into your skin. Her shirt, but that’s besides the point.
“Hmm?” You can feel the vibration of her voice when she speaks into your collarbone. The ends of her hair tickle your skin and you breathe in, just a little too sharply.
“You’re distracting me,” you murmur, briefly closing your eyes as her lips travel up your jaw. Emily smiles against your skin, her hand coming up to lightly cup your neck.
“Am I?” She whispers, low and teasing. Your pulse stutters beneath her fingertips and she grins. She’s warm against you, each of her thighs laying over your crossed legs, trapping you in place as her hands wander, dip under your shirt and over your skin.
The makeup brush shakes in your hand—ever so slightly. Emily’s lips press into your cheek, soft and sweet.
You sigh.
She smiles.
“Let’s just stay here tonight,” she murmurs, gently taking the brush from your shaky grip. She drops it on the floor, slips her fingers into your hair and tilts your face toward hers.
God, those brown eyes.
“I can think of better stuff for us to do than go to some boring party, can’t you?” Her voice is warm honey as she bumps her nose against yours, pleading, her fingers tightening in your hair.
Your skin grows warm from her proximity. Your breath catches, but you try to remain firm.
“Pen’s hosting it for us,” you remind her. With your other hand free, you can’t help but let it wander, too. You start at her waist, feeling the gentle curves beneath your palm as you go up, up, till you reach the hard line of her jaw and the plush softness of her lips.
Emily’s lashes flutter, a soft exhale escaping her lips and fanning across yours. You smile as she tugs on your hair just a little, the hitch in her breath telling you she’s just as affected as you are.
“Nobody told her to, though,” she grouches, her lips jutting out in a pout.
She looks adorable.
You laugh and close the meager distance between you two, pressing your lips to hers and kissing the pout off.
Emily immediately hums, her warm hands cupping your cheeks as she shifts on your thighs and practically onto your lap. With her lips against yours and the soft silkiness of her hair between your fingers, you find it damn hard to find a legitimate reason to go.
Your brain fogs when she lightly digs her teeth into your bottom lip, a gentle, teasing nip before she pulls back, mouth flushed pink. Her eyes glint at your too loud breaths, your chest lightly heaving as you suck air back into your lungs.
Emily drags her thumb across your bottom lip. “But if you want to go, I guess,” she shrugs fakely in compliance, but you see the coy smile peeking out. Her thumb travels down to your jaw, sweeps back and forth across your pulse as she looks at you, waiting for you to refuse.
Truthfully, the appeal is starting to grow dull. But you promised Penelope.
“I still wanna go.” You say, but it doesn’t have much effect with the way your voice is breathless.
Emily sighs heavily and picks up your discarded makeup brush. “Shame,” she murmurs, taking your face in her other palm.
Your hands fall to her waist as she takes over doing your makeup. She hums softly as she drags the brush over your cheekbones, your temple, your jaw, a murmured French song slipping past her lips. She’s gentle, her touch light and practiced as she finishes up your eye makeup, her soft breaths hitting your skin as she leans into you.
You’re preoccupied with the way her tongue peeks out in concentration as she carefully draws your eyeliner, one hand steady on your jaw and the other resting on your cheek.
Her lashes are impossibly long, casting dark shadows that kiss her cheeks. Unthinkingly, you slip your hands under the hem of her flimsy tank, your fingertips meeting warm skin.
Emily hums and removes the eyeliner brush from your skin, leaning back to look at you in mock disapproval.
“Who’s the one distracting me now?” She murmurs. Her steady brown eyes meet yours, bright and shining with affection. The corner of her lip is pinched, and you know she’s biting back a smile.
You smirk. “Just giving you a taste of your own medicine, Prentiss.” You skim your knuckles across her ribcage and she takes in a sudden breath.
“Brat.” She drops the eyeliner and leans in close, her chest brushing yours as she takes your face in her hands.
“Asshole,” you return, your tone nothing but loving as she kisses you again. Her lips turn up in a smile against yours and you smile back, gathering her tank top between your fingers.
Needless to say, you two are the last to arrive at Penelope’s party.
*My first emily x reader! I hope you enjoyed <33 I’d possibly like to write more for her, so if you’ve got any requests, pop in my inbox and let me know!
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꒰୨୧꒱ i'm kai, i dabble in all kinds of things but i occasionally do artsy stuff. any prns, most use they/she
꒰୨୧꒱ i'm devastatingly awkward but i love interaction so talk to me if you'd like ^_^
꒰୨୧꒱ i may disappear or be on and off at times, i'm alive just in art block or busy probably lol
art tag ♡ carrd
current fixation – TES, skyrim specifically (..◜ᴗ◝..)
art trades? – open
collabs? – open
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❛ tᥲbᥣᥱ ᥆f ᥴ᥆ᥒtᥱᥒt᥉ for Frayed Golden Knot ❜
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❖ O1 . . . . . . . . . . . intro.
❖ O2 . . . . . . . . . . . Reading Tags.
❖ O3 . . . . . . . . . . . Character List.
❖ O4 . . . . . . . . . . . Relationship Summery.
❖ O5 . . . . . . . . . . . ending.
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❖ O1 . . . . . . . . . . . intro.
➼ Running away to become the greatest pirate of the star seas wasn't the weirdest thing. Running away to become the greatest pirate of the star seas with a Vespidan Guard after convincing her to betray her queen is the weird part. However watching your 'loved one' slowly sink in your burning ship from a robbery gone wrong, with you screaming you'll be back with help only to have her watch you run away from her failed attempt to fake her death and take your treasures back to her queen is the even weirder part. Now here you are on a chase around the world trying get your crazy ex off your trail all for a golden ring she wants to give to her queen.
❖ O2 . . . . . . . . . . . Reading Tags.
➼ Vengeful Lesbians, lovers to enemies, one sided love, heartbreak, miscommunication, betrayal, unhealthy relationship, found family turned into abandonment issues, "I wish you still love me" x "I never did.", "Do you think we're soul mates in another universe" x "I hope we aren't.", unrequited love, doomed yuri
❖ O3 . . . . . . . . . . . Character List.
➼ Dúlamán a water and Captain of the ship S.S.S Cruiser, S.S. Cruiser was their old ship till their ex took it. Thief/Rough Pirate who cant keep their hands to themself when they see shiny! Shark teeth and fins on their neck that are usually hidden under all the jewelry they wear.
➼ Cebe, a Vespidan knight who vowed her loyalty to her queen Bee. A master manipulator who used the feelings of Dúlamán to get a free ride across the seas in search of treasure to take back home to her true love, the queen in hopes of her accepting her marriage proposal.
❖ O4 . . . . . . . . . . . Relationship Summery.
➼ BEHIND THE PAIRING — Dúlamán and Cebe were partners in crime, Bonny and Clyde type of lovers in Dúlamán's eyes. Cebe truly never cared about Dúlamán so when there was a chance to slip out and fake her own death she tried. A 'tragic' boat robbing gone wrong only to cause their actual boat to sink, Dúlamán thinking their lover is dying leaves to get help, holding onto the ring they were planning on proposing to Cebe. The one thing Cebe wanted, thinking she was 'wrongfully' stolen from she vowed to chased Dúlamán down and take 'her' ring back.
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anyway, here's wonderwall. | chapter two
[ chapter 1 ]
why is frostheim so cold, and why is jin's room somehow worse? even just standing outside his room, you can feel the cold seeping through the cracks. like a freezer, a blast of icy air swings out each time it opens. everything about jin was cold, from his unyielding gaze to the feel of his hands. when he uses his stigma, chills run down your spine as his cold hands meet yours. it's like the dorm was made to fit him, a king with a kingdom to match.
jin could definitely be cold but he wasn't entirely made of ice. you could see the way your friends had managed to get under his skin, even if he still called them brats. had you managed to do the same? with all the back and forth you do for him you sure hope—
"what do you want."
ah, speak of the devil. the door opens with a gust of wind that makes you involuntarily shiver. standing there, looking mildly annoyed, was his majesty himself. his hair is tossed in a way that screams he'd just woken up. you're a little jealous of how flawless he looked, even with his eyebrows cast downward. you also wonder how he'd react if you told him that, but he's probably not in the mood for small talk. he never is, but still, it might be better to make this quick.
"good morning to you too. i got the documents tohma reprinted from your last mission but they need to be resigned. do you have a minute?"
his frown deepens at that. "for tohma? no."
"oh. well... do you have a minute for me?"
he continues glaring but sighs and halfheartedly opens the door. as he dips back inside the white-ish fluff on his head lightly swishes with the movement. "are you coming in or what? i don't have all day."
"...for tohma or for me?"
"for either of you now hurry up."
when you step in jins room it looks the same as always. not much changes and you wonder what he even occupies himself with in here. the plain and bare interior is way different than the other ghouls. ren has movie posters plastered across every wall of his room, a collection that he'd been building since he was a kid.
looking in his room would give you a glimpse of his personality even if you didn't know him. jin on the other hand didn't have anything like that. he walks over to the stupidly large couch in the back to recline as usual. "grab a pen and get over here."
demanding as ever...
over on a desk you find a cup with a few different writing utensils. funnily enough, despite the set up you've never actually seen jin sitting at this desk and you almost laugh. you'd only seen it occupied once by tohma, signing a contract he said you'd have to die to know about. with how darkwick can be you don't think he was joking. you return to his side with a black pen and present the papers.
"tch. i told that three eyes to handle this shit. i swear when i catch him." tohma definitely gets a kick out of getting on his nerves. it seems to be working well, too.
you start to feel awkward watching him lazily flip through the pages. you'd be constantly on your feet once you got to jabberwock, so maybe you should rest while you can. jin doesn't look willingly to budge anytime soon. his bed could be an option but you don't know if he'd consider that rude or not. it wouldn't hurt to ask. "uhm, jin can i sit with you?" you force yourself not to take it back when he raises and eyebrow.
"you expecting me to move for you?" why does he make it sound so absurd? you feel your face heat up at his inquiry but no way are you backing down. "well i didn't want to sit on your bed..." you trail off. his eyes follow yours before focusing back on you. "i just figured it's more comfortable than standing."
"comfortable? you think i care about making you comfortable?," he scoffs. is it a crime to rest your legs? your unamusement doesn't seem to affect him. a slight smirk starts pulling on his lips. "you realize servants aren't the ones who should be giving orders don't you?"
you want to roll your eyes but part you also doesn't want to test him. his status as the presidents son is a little intimidating. maybe if you don't break eye contact he won't be able to tell you're nervous. can ghouls smell fear?
"yeah but i saved you the trip by coming up here, the least you can do is allow me to sit with you. unless... you wanted me to send tohma instead?"
his smirk falls and he takes a moment to squint at your response. you doubt jin wanted to deal with tohma's pestering right now. the fact that he wasn't up before you got here was a clear sign tohma hadn't already swung by to interrupt his lazing about. after an exasperated sigh he surprisingly lets up.
"whatever, but don't get too comfortable. you're running more errands for getting snarky with me." you're too busy with the other dorms for that but decide not to mention it. you take your victory on the couch while he continues like you're not even there. "don’t make a habit of this," he mutters, almost as an afterthought.
"yes sir," you say without thinking. that's not a weird thing to say is it? it must be all the servant and master stuff he keeps mentioning. you look away so he doesn't see you get flushed again, and relievingly he doesn't say anything further. it's a little weird for him to be this nice but maybe he's just tired. an oddly comfortable silence envelops the room as you lean back and relax.
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the sun greets you like a warm hug when you exit the building. it's comforting after being stuck inside a cold space for so long. automatically you stretch up toward the sky until your back satisfyingly pops.
"there you are! did you finish up with everything?," a voice says over to your side. when you open your eyes, luca's heading over with a certain blondie in tow. kaito perks up upon seeing you and meets halfway with a high five.
"just to be clear, i'm not indebting myself with this volunteer thing right? i really don't need another sinostra situation," he jokes. haru indebting people to him? he can barely get ren and towa to actually help around the dorm. even peekaboo doesn't listen to him sometimes. jabberwock is run like a kindergarten compared to sinostra's pseudo mafia.
"i doubt you'll have to worry about that... you'll see when we get there. luckily i got out of there before jin started ordering me around." any longer and you would've been doing his laundry again. thankfully the king of frostheim was still tired. luca frowns at this revelation so you nudge his elbow reassuringly. "i'm just joking, honestly it was no trouble at all."
you'd perfer luca not to make a big deal out of it. he almost confronted jin on his own accord once but was stopped by that vagastorm situation. you're glad it happened, even if he got in trouble for the fight that came afterwards...
truthfully, you didn't mind doing stuff for the dorms. it was only the ghouls that treated you like dirt in exchange that irritated you. it's not like you were trying to bother anybody. your honor student title basically just made you a glorified helper for them anyway. why do the ghouls have to treat you like a burden? you didn't ask to be here anymore than they did. if only you could find the cure to this stupid curse...
alas, there's no use spiraling, you can't do anything about it yet. eventually, it'll work itself out. the puzzled gaze of your friends grounds you back into reality. you give them a smile and head down the concrete path. at least, for now, you have something to focus on.
"let's get going, haru's offering of 50% off tickets expires at noon." a few steps in, kaito fully registers your words. "wait we have to pay!!?!!?"
ah. right. forgot to mention that.
#me when i lie#tokyo debunker#tokyo debunker x reader#kaito fuji#lucas errant#jin kamurai#tokyodebunker#no joke#had to squeeze this mf out like a a fat shit#why is writing so hard#writhing in my grave rn#x reader#divider creds: cafekitsune#this sucks don't look at me
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────141 headcanons: touching the belly────
a/n: y'all know i'm a sucker for the the pregs trope so i had to do this request. and i only did the four dinguses for this one, sorry anon ☺️
warning(s): pregnancy, fluff+angst, invasion of reader's personal space/privacy, protectiveness, hurt/comfort?, afab!reader
‧˚₊ MAIN MASTERLIST ⟢ 141 MASTERLIST ‧₊˚⊹
๋࣭ ⭑ PRICE
⌞one of the perks of being married to john is being supported. quite literally the definition of it, in every form. that goes for your baby too, no questions asked. he's more akin to simon in being traditional while you're expecting. wants you home, resting and not lifting a finger.
he's very particular about who he lets close to you, more than ever now. it makes sense considering his work and the general fragility of a new family. in the same way as kyle, he's constantly stressed. wants everything to be perfect for you and soon to be little one.
always has his eye on you, just like he does all his men. there's nothing he doesn't see or already knows about. honestly, may even spot a bad apple before you do. won't even bother with politeness and will shoo them away before their hand(s) even make contact with your tummy.⌝
๋࣭ ⭑ SIMON
⌞ he was already protective enough before you got pregnant, but he's at a whole new level now. practically a full-time security guard by the time you reach your third trimester. ESPECIALLY when you two find yourselves out and about — which isn't often.
on the off chance that you're at some sort of gathering with simon, he's at your side no matter what. eyeing every person who approaches you, only chiming in when spoken to, out of mere courtesy. as soon as you give him any inkling of discomfort, he's asking you if he should go start the car.
one thing he hasn't gotten used to yet is the touching. how people often belaud pregnant women. cross boundaries constantly to get a feel of them and their bellies. it's already hard enough getting the man to relax, but it's hopeless now with all the new people he "needs" to keep an eye on. it's not a matter of him catching someone touching your belly; he'll already be standing there most likely. glares, huffs, will certainly go as far as removing their hand if it lingers long enough.⌝
๋࣭ ⭑ SOAP
⌞doesn't see any point in excluding you from functions if you think you can handle them. loves having you on his lap or right beside him when he's out, even in pregnancy. as long as you're comfortable and able to signal to him when you're too tired or need something — he's just happy you're there.
most of all, johnny is fiercely protective of the bump. more than he is of you (which is nearly unfathomable, i know). and if there's one thing he loves more than you — it's gushing about you to anyone who'll listen. so, initially, he might not notice someone making you tense while amid his blabbing.
but after so long with him, you've learned to accept the flattery for what it is and remember how easy it is for him to get distracted. a firm squeeze to his hand or a tug to his jacket will do the trick. but once realizes what's happening, he's on it (with his new Dad Speed). finds a way to distract the person and slip you the car keys. promises he'll be out in two minutes to drive you home — and he always is.⌝
๋࣭ ⭑ GAZ
⌞ even though he'd prefer you bundled up in bed and waiting for him, kyle still enjoys doing things with you. he definitely gives a wider berth than the other guys, but he's just as vigilant (if not more). he's more subtle about it, if anything.
it isn't just you to protect anymore, it's you and his baby. so, forgive the man for his pinched brows and clenched fists, he's reverted into nothing but a ball of anxiety the further the months progress.
doesn't mind people having a feel of you, usually, when they only mean well (it's typically older ladies anyhow). but sometimes it's a more unsavory interaction; someone who isn't taking any hints, who can't bear to leave the two of you alone. on one hand, gaz understands — an expectant, attractive couple out on a wholesome shopping trip is bound to lure attention. he takes a slower approach, less hostile to avoid upsetting you anyone. brushes it off with an excuse; "oh, love, you got that appointment today, right? don't wanna be late." and then makes his exit, a guiding hand around your waist.⌝
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L Lawliet
JAI | CAI. l has been recently finding himself a little too fond of you. even beyond work, he craves your presence and your company.
CAI. you just told l that you’re pregnant with his child, and the regret of letting himself to get too close to you starts to kick in.
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