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Pile 1

“I would rather die of passion than boredom.”

That was the first thing I heard as soon as I started channeling messages for you. You have this really intense energy that makes people instantly think of you as intimidating. Maybe it’s because you have so much passion for life and for things in general that it literally scares the hell out of people. Because we’ve made “being nonchalant” so normal that it has actually drained people of passion. I wouldn’t be surprised if some of you are Virgo or Scorpio Sun, Moon, or Rising. The way you’re passionate about things that seem so random or small to other people is actually something they admire from a distance. And even though you’re really passionate, you also get bored super easily. You probably have a hundred DIY projects that you started but never finished. It’s not because you’re lazy it’s just because you need things that actually spark your soul to keep going.

You’re definitely not someone who likes this whole “minimalism” aesthetic everyone’s obsessed with. Like, when you realize that grey, white, and black have become the main colors in our lives, you lowkey feel like we’re all turning into robots. It’s lifeless. But you? You want vibrancy. You will never be able to believe in this minimalistic stuff, you're someone who needs colors in your closet, passion in your eyes, and actual love and warmth in your aura. And honestly, I just need to tell you life is going to start treating you right. I don’t care how miserable your past few months have been, because starting August, everything is going to change. I see a lot of you starting new projects, new things, maybe even getting into college, starting a course, or something related to your career or education. I also see that you’ve been manifesting this shift for a while now. And that explains why certain people and situations have been taken from you. Because in order to get something, you always have to lose something. And for you, it was the people and habits that were dragging you down and no longer serving you.

You might’ve also started letting go of things like staying up too late, eating junk, or even alcohol or smoking and if you have, I’m proud of you.

Oh my God, your energy is literally screaming attention. You don’t even realize how many people want to know you, how many people want to be in your circle. The fact that you don’t give a damn about anyone anymore is actually pulling more people in than you can imagine. You are so in your “I’m done with this shit” era, and the universe is eating it up. It’s literally shouting, “YOU GOT THIS GIRL.” No cap but You’re not ready for the blessings that are about to hit. Doors will open. Money will start flowing. Your skin will glow. Let this reading be your reminder for the better things coming your way. Because let’s be real you’re done hiding. You’re done pretending to be someone you’re not. You’re finally stepping into your power. You’re not letting people talk shit about you anymore, and whenever someone does, you’re like, “Say it to my face, you motherfer.”

And that is scaring people. Because all your life, you were the “nice girl.” You were kind. Too kind, actually. You treated people with respect and never got it back. But now? You’ve changed. Okay I’m going to be real, someone you think is your best friend is not. I do see betrayal. Someone is going to do something behind your back that you never expected. And yeah, it’ll break you a little, but that moment will change your entire energy. You will become someone they can’t touch anymore. Idk why but Gacha Life music just popped in my head lmao Your playlist will literally be: “Looking At Me” by Sabrina . “That’s My Girl” by Fifth Harmony. “The Greatest” by Sia “Like Jennie” by Jennie Kim “Love to Hate Me” by BLACKPINK

Anyway, if I had to give you some advice, start being mindful of your money. I do see a situation coming up where you might need to rely on your savings. So don’t blow everything now. And also, be careful who you trust. Sometimes the people who seem harmless are the ones who hurt you most. And the ones who seem rough or rude can be the softest souls ever. Sometimes things feel like the end. Sometimes you’ll be in situations where you’re questioning everything and wondering if it’s over. But it’s never the end unless you say it

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Pile 2

I feel like you were stuck in this space of confusion. Like you didn’t know what to do, how to move forward, or how to keep going. You might have been stuck in your seasonal depression, or maybe you were just deeply hurt by something from the past that kept playing over and over in your head. But Now you’re rising, you're moving. You’re finally coming back to life. I see movement, I see energy. In the next few weeks, I see you travelling a lot even if it’s small local trips, your soul is expanding. I also feel you’ll be connecting with new people, meeting old friends, or just coming together in a way that feels warm. You’re stepping back into community, into connection.

You might have spent a lot of time recently binge-watching, isolating, locking yourself in your room. But that fog is lifting. You’re now making the effort to go out, meet your friends, be around family, or simply just be in places where people are. It’s like this confusion is finally leaving your system, and you're about to get this clear blueprint of what you actually want your life to look like. At one point, it might’ve felt like people around you were ignoring you or straight-up rejecting you. And now your energy is like, “Fuck them.” And that’s exactly what the vibe needs to be. You’re done begging for basic respect.

Also, I feel like you’ve been ignoring the amount of work that’s actually piling up. You might need to clean your room, do laundry, or take care of basic stuff like chores and errands and it’s okay if it feels too much. I want you to know that I see you. I know those days when even brushing your hair feels like a task. Just start small. Fold that one t-shirt. Wash that one plate. That’s enough. You don’t have to do everything in a single day. Now, I know I said to save your money in the previous pile, but for you? It’s the opposite. You’re being called to spend money on yourself. The more you care for yourself, the more you pour into yourself, the more abundance will come. Buy the perfume. Get the cute notebook. Go on that solo date. Take care of you, and money will flow back naturally.

You might be a Taurus, Libra, or Sagittarius Sun, Moon, or Rising. Your energy is a big main character. I’m literally begging you to get yourself a digital camera and start documenting your life. Romanticize everything: your morning coffee, your skincare routine, even walking to the corner store. The more you do this, the better you’ll feel. I also feel like a lot of you are meant to be influencers, or people with a big audience. But you don’t post enough. You overthink. You wait for the “right time.” Please stop doing that. Post the blurry selfies. Start the makeup or lifestyle page. Stop hiding your magic and just hit publish. You have it in you, 100%.

You might be wanting to do the BOOMBAYAH 😏 You might be feeling hornier than usual and no, that’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s normal. It just means your sacral chakra is healing. You’re feeling more confident, more magnetic, more embodied. You might find yourself becoming more comfortable in your body and your desires. And honestly? You deserve to enjoy your pleasure. Own it. Someone is either entering your life or is about someone loyal, grounded, stable. If you’ve been single, a new relationship is on the horizon. If you’re already in one, things are going to level up 😝. I mean real connection with someone who actually shows up, not breadcrumbing. And you’re finally letting yourself receive it. You're letting yourself be seen. Be loved. Be free.

You actually have way more admirers than you think. Fire signs and earth signs are especially drawn to you right now. Some of them are low-key obsessed. This energy spike might be connected to a physical change you make soon, maybe a new hairstyle, a change in how you dress, or something that shifts the way people see you completely. The colours red and blue are very important right now. I feel like you’ll be drawn to red lipstick, clothes, nails, or even accessories. Red is your power colour right now. Your aura is giving it Girl Era and I’m here for it.

Stop holding on to people. Stop gripping so hard. The more you try to control or cling to people, the more they disappoint you. Let them go. Let people reveal themselves. It’s better to have no expectations at all than to get your heart broken by your own overthinking. You are not disposable. And anyone who treated you like you were? They’re already out of your story. And please, be nicer to your body. That body has carried you through everything. That body has kept you alive through days when your mind gave up. That body protected you when people left. Stop judging it. Start thanking it.

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Pile 3

Well, well, well... look who we have here 👀 The Love and Deepspace Player. So, tell me, how does it feel to be out here collecting boyfriends like infinity stones? 😝 Just kidding (unless?). I literally had this random vision of a game, and fun fact I’ve never even played it. But still, it felt weirdly significant, so I had to say it.

Anyway, what I do see loud and clear is that your energy is just overflowing with love right now. It’s like love for yourself, love for the people in your life, and honestly, love for every soul that’s ever existed. You're giving “soft but powerful,” “warm but mysterious.” You're the definition of nurturing literally the mom of the friend group. And you don’t even have to say it. Your energy does all the talking. It’s screaming “MOTHERRR” in all caps, all the time.

You’re the kind of person who forgives easily, maybe too easily. You don’t hold onto anger or resentment. You feel it, but you don’t let it rot inside you. And while that’s a beautiful trait, sometimes it gives people the green light to take more than they should. You’re also the kind of person who holds on to things not out of need, but out of love. You keep tiny wrappers, old letters, gifts, anything with meaning, because it reminds you of someone or something you once cared about. That kind of softness is rare. It's precious.

You definitely live in your own little dreamworld sometimes and I mean that in the best way. Whether it’s manga, manhua, or story-based games where you get to choose your own path, you’re drawn to anything that lets your mind wander and wonder. You love imagining different outcomes, alternate versions of life “what if I chose this instead?” You live in the space between possibilities, and there’s something so magical about that. It’s like your soul prefers fantasy over reality and honestly, who could blame you?

There’s something really dreamy about your energy. Like you're not fully from this world. You carry this soft, ethereal, otherworldly beauty that’s hard to describe. People don’t even know what it is exactly, they just know they can’t look away. You're magnetic without trying.

Seashells, pearls, soft pinks they feel important to your spirit somehow. And I wouldn’t be surprised if you felt a strong connection to Aphrodite. Most people see her as the goddess of love and beauty, but what they forget is that she can start wars for her beauty and charm. And just like her, you might seem like a delicate little sweetheart on the surface but your mind? Sharp. Calculated. You literally make people fight for you. You know you could ruin someone’s life if you wanted to. But you don’t because you’re not petty like that. Your vibe screams “Looks like a cinnamon roll, could k*ll you.” Iconic.

I’m also seeing a whole wave of abundance heading your way. Water might be significant beaches, oceans, maybe even just the sound of waves. If you run a business, expect people to start noticing you more, wanting what you’re offering. If not, there’s still a major movement coming: a job offer, a raise, or finally landing something you’ve been waiting on. It's all aligning.

And you, my love, have a rare superpower of empathy. Real, deep, soul-level empathy. You feel people. You get their pain like it’s your own. You can shift perspectives so easily that it almost feels supernatural. But be careful because that makes you a magnet for people who feed off kindness. Victim mindset peeps, emotional drainers, energy vampires they find you. And if you’re not protecting your energy, it can take a toll on your body too. So please don’t forget to pour that same love and softness back into yourself. Because you deserve it just as much as you give it.

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❥・Jason Todd — late nights

❥・tags: jason todd blurb, jason todd fluff, a man who yearns is a man who earns, gn!nicknames (angel), gn!reader, no use of y/n, jasons kinda ooc but idc this is self indulgent

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Jason's calling.

"Hello?"

"Hey, angel. Did I wake you?"

His voice—all too familiar—was different. Thick and husky words drooled from his throat as he spoke, an exclusive trait he only picks up this late at night.

"Yeah, kind of," you huff a short laugh.

"Are you okay? It's 3 am," you mumble, pulling the phone from your face to see the time.

"Fine. I finished patrol. Didn't want to go home. I just needed to hear your voice," he replies, revving his bike.

"Are you driving somewhere?" You blink at your dark ceiling, trying to stay awake.

"Just... anywhere."

"Why not go home? You don't want to, but why?"

"You're full of questions."

You shift to sit up in your bed. "You're not full of answers."

Jason sighs into the mic—at least, that's what you can assume over the loud wind and the engine rumbling.

"I didn't want to go back to the mansion, or an empty apartment. I don't- I don't want to be alone tonight."

Maybe it was the way his voice was gruff and low, maybe it was the fact you were still drunk off sleep, but for some odd reason, your response came all too quickly.

"Come over."

Years of pining and awkward "will they? won't they?" tension led to your stupid offer. And he said yes.

Once he arrives, he's here. In front of you, crowding in your door frame. And you?

You don't know what to do.

You resorted to the couch—a neutral area to maybe sleepily confess your feelings to your best friend.

"I'm sorry for waking you. I- we can just sit here. Or you can go back to bed. I just need to know you're in the same area. Same apartment as me. Proximity," he mumbles quietly, watching your tired face.

"No sir. You called me, you're dealing with waking me up," you press a finger to his mouth with a short laugh.

"You always pick up," he smiles, pushing your hand away.

"It's fine. I'm up most nights anyway."

"Why?" He furrows his brows, recalling the number of times he's called you in the past few months—it's a lot.

"Because I know you'll call. And when you don't, you always text me when you're done with patrol anyway," you blink.

"You... you wait up for me?"

"You're the one who gave me this habit. What kind of person texts their best friend that they're home safe from an activity the best friend didn't participate in?"

"You're blaming me, now?" Jason huffs a laugh.

You nod, a tired smile on your face.

"Angel, go to bed. I'm tired too. I'll be outta your hair in the morning, yeah? Promise," he mumbles, frowning at how exhausted you look.

You nod and stumble off to bed. He follows close behind—to ensure you don't collapse in the 30 feet walk from your living room to your bedroom.

You hop onto the bed and mumble nonsense at him and he responds back.

"You don't have to stay up for me. I'll stop calling you so late, angel."

"No, I like the calls. Nice to know you're alive."

"I'm alive," he mumbles.

He presses a soft kiss to your temple—and you swear he said "I love you"—before you drifted off to sleep.

He crashed on the couch and was gone by the morning.

Jason left fully written love letters throughout the years of your friendship on your nightstand before leaving, though. Yes, multiple.

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❥・a/n: im not 100% back but im getting back into reading novels and im reading like ten comic runs rn but life is alr :3 fall semester is starting soon so ill be posting even less but ill ofc interact w yall if you reblog or comment <3

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[callejondelasprofecias]

how can you meet the best version of yourself? 「 ᴘɪᴄᴋ ᴀ ᴘɪʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ 」

𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. choose the image that you feel most drawn to. scroll to your reading and take what resonates! if you feel drawn to more than one image, you can read them as well.

There are no difficulties in your life that you cannot handle. This reading is focused on all my angels who are going through tough times right now. ‧₊˚ ┊for personal readings, check my fixed post.

₊⊹ 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼

There's a strong, adventurous and ambitious energy happening in you, which makes right now a perfect time to take action!! but there are self-doubts and uncertainties that are blocking this energy from blossoming. Maybe it's something from your head or actual external conflicts/lack of roots that are making you lose focus. Regardless, breath and lock in. Grasping blessings and opportunities in this kind of situation is like finding a needle in a haystack.. kinda hard, baby. But you're the type of person that's more than capable of getting what you want.

Perhaps there's something you are holding onto... a pattern or a person. For some of you: your best self is found without that weight on your shoulders, which means you need to let them/it go. Now it's time to reasess your focus and self esteem. This blocked energy comes from you and will be unblocked through you. What it takes for success to come into your life is already in your life, baby, meaning life's just asking you to redirect your mind.

Now might be a good time to try that career you've been dreaming about. Or a hobbie you've been procrastinating. Or even asking that cute person you've been thinking about. Even though your mind hasn't rested, now is not the time to rest. Go after your shit!!

Stop clinging onto your past. And I know this is easier said than done, but what else is there to do but let go and accept new blessings? Things end so you can begin again. That's life. Embrace whatever transformation you're going through. If you don't change these patterns, there's a chance the consequences will be stagnation and dissatisfaction. So, I advice you to embrace the unknown other than remaining avoidant and fearful.

The pain of the unknown or the pain of staying the same. Choose wisely. (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

₊⊹ 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼𝐼

Baby, your heart is SO open right now!! It takes a lot to stay kind at times like this. The energy around you is very positive and there's a possibility that your intuition will be sharper soon, but you'll need to connect better with yourself. I recommend you to sit with your thoughts, without judging them. Observe your patterns. That will help you in the coming days.

Something that's blocking you from finding your best self has the energy of The Fool card. This is a generally positive card, but since it came in a negative position it means you may be unbalanced in your innocence and idealization. Perhaps you're not seeing your reality with your feet on the ground. It's important to use spiritual tools and feed your fantasies, but life is also in the material. Are you really moving towards your goals or just distracting yourself? Put the phone down and enough relaxing diva, you gotta move.

Maybe now it's time for you to follow conventional paths. Your best version has to go through the mundane too, which doesn't mean you'll forget your idealistic self, of course. We do have to nurture the unconventional, but we also gotta balance it with reality, you know?

There are good opportunities coming and you have all the tools to achieve what you desire!! I love this energy (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)!! Practice manifestation and visualization while you actively move towards your goals. Perhaps you should seek mentorship: a wiser person or a spirit guide, if you feel it's right.

Don't fixate on your emotions. Now is the time to reset your priorities and invest your energy wisely. Release your illusions and deceptions and focus on what's truly important. You may be going through a difficult transition, but it's a stage that will lead you to a better life. New&better relationships will also come along, but you need to be aligned to those vibrations. Focus on yourself and life will reward you!!

₊⊹ 𝓅𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝐼𝐼𝐼

Okayyy there's a lot going on in your mind. Ease a bit, dove, you gotta treat yourself better than this. Maybe there's a sense of motivation in you, but stagnation and routine are slowly discouraging you.

When I asked the guides what's blocking you from reaching your best version, they showed me you're focusing too much on your feelings. You seem like a person who feels very deeply and gets lost in the tide quite often, following emotions blindly without even realizing. Or perhaps you're the opposite: too strict with yourself, too rational. Wouldn't it be the same side of the coin? Not seeing reality as it is because you're too busy blocking out your emotions?

Now it's time to create balance in your relationships and nurture real connections with your loved ones. Not talking about ego and validation here, but people that actually feed your soul.

You need to get out of your own mind for a bit. Find out what's affecting you so negatively. Write it down, let it sit for a few hours and read it. Then, write down blessings that are happening in your life. Remind yourself of them. There's a good chance you're focusing too much on things that don't need to affect you so much.

Focus on stability and things that keep you grounded. If you're going through a difficult period now, know that a period of success will soon come!!! (≧▽≦) New beginnings are soon gonna knock on your door, and sharper instincts will emerge (which were developed during difficult times. They're never easy but always necessary). You have to endure what life's asking you to and learn what you need to learn. Better times are coming, aligned with a stronger&better version of you. U got this!!

That's it, angels!! Thank you for reading and hopefully this resonated to you. Take care and remember to regulate your nervous system, hehe. Kisses!!

(all credit for the pictures & dividers go to their rightful owners.)

[twinklelilstarkey]

Tutor: Feel-good

Words: 7k+ Summary: Rafe doesn't like how much Sarah wants to hang out with you, while you don't see what the problem is. And if there is anything that defines Rafe Cameron, it is petty. Warnings: Fem!Reader. SMUT {no condom, piv, biting, dirty talk, a bit of dacryphilia}, mention of alcohol consumption, petty silent treatment (because Rafe will always be petty in my fics).

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A/N.: This chapter wasn't exactly planned. So enjoy it as the day off drama for my two babies <3

It is the day before your graduation ceremony, so the days have gone by pretty quickly since you left your parents’ home. You’ve received your results from your last exams, you got the answer back from UNC-Chapel Hill, and your summer is finally starting. Nothing's holding you back now. There are no more secrets. No more drama. Nothing. It’s just you, Rafe, and, of course, Patty.

“I’m starting to think they love you more than me,” Patty says as you two look through the snack aisle.

They, meaning her parents, got home last night with no prior warning and discovered you living in their spare room. You expected to be given at most a week to pack your things and go. Nope, you got invited for dinner and got wine drunk with her mom as you celebrated your high school grand finish with straight A’s.

“You’re exaggerating.” You roll your eyes.

“I wish I were,” She sighs dramatically, “But they’ve literally just texted me after we left the house to make sure that you wear sunscreen.” And you laugh uncontrollably at that.

Maybe you had a magic touch with families. After all, Rafe’s wasn’t much different. You haven’t been to his house to tutor Wheezie ever since she got done with her exams, but he has been telling you how Rose wants you to come over for dinner nearly every night. And Sarah has been nagging him non-stop to finally have your number, since you’re a lost cause when it comes to answering DM's on social media. Also, Wheezie has always loved you, so dating her brother only really made things that much better for her. And Rose and Ward welcomed you, maybe a little too fast, after the party.

With your hands full of your favorite snacks, you decide to abandon not-so-only-child-anymore Patty to go leave them at the register and vacant your hands once more. There, some drinks already wait to be paid for, but you assume Rafe and Kelce are still going to grab some more. You offer the girl working at the register a small smile, which she answers back with one of her own, and the sound of the ringing bell of the door invades the small store.

You look over to find Sarah and her friends soon follow. You’ve never formally met them, but you’re sure many people could recognize them from afar. It’s the usual group of JJ, John B, and Kiara, though Pope is nowhere to be seen. Probably waiting in the van, just like Topper is waiting at the Jeep.

Sarah’s squeal of excitement fills the store when she sees you, and before you can even smile at her, her arms are securely around you, pulling you into a hug.

“Oh my god, I finally get to see you,” She exclaims, “Rafe has been an asshole and refuses to give me your number.”

She pulls away from the hug to look at you, and her excitement is contagious, making you smile at her back.

“I’m not sure why he’s not giving you my number,” You try to justify, “I’ve told him to do it-”

“He's a gatekeeping bitch, that’s why.” She says, probably knowing that he’s somewhere in the store and might hear him. “I only want to go shopping or hang out with you. He acts like I’m trying to steal you away every time.”

You laugh at her frustration, and as you pull your phone out to give it to her - in a silent gesture for her to give you her number and text herself - you notice that her friend group has not moved on with their shopping without her. They’re all looking at you two.

You can tell from some faces that, at least, John B. and JJ don’t recognize you, but Kiara surely does. You went to middle school together, after all. The guys look at you as if they’re not sure about you, whether to like you or not. Sarah surely likes you, but, from the conversation they’ve heard till now, they’re not all that sure about you anymore. Kiara, on the other hand, seems bored with having to wait for Sarah, but her face grew into annoyance pretty quickly.

Sarah grabs your phone from your hands to type in her number, and, as you begin watching her do it, a hand appears from behind you and snatches the phone. You two look up to find none other than the true enemy of this friendship, your boyfriend.

“You are unbelievable,” Sarah tells him, her tone full of frustration and pure hate.

“Leave my girl alone, Sarah.” He tells her, serious as all hell. “If you have something to say to her, say it to me first and I’ll pass on the message.”

You scoff at his behaviour and smack him on the stomach. He looks down at you in response.

“Give her my phone, Rafe.” You tell him, and he’s unmoving. “We just want to hang out, what’s so bad about that?”

“I don’t trust her,” He motions at his sister, “She’ll convert you into her little tribe there-”

And that’s enough to startle the thin peace among the Pogues. Kiara, who had stayed back and been silent, now scoffs at the loudest volume she could muster, and JJ takes his cap off his head in utter disbelief. You notice that Rafe’s mouth twists up in amusement, and you only shake your head at him.

“My phone.” You outstretch your hand at him, “Please.”

“Please, nothing.” Sarah interrupts, “Give me her phone, dofus. You have no right. It’s her phone, she doesn’t have to ask you for anything…” She keeps going.

You sigh as they start to fully argue in the most sibling way possible, and you can’t help but share a look with the girl at the register. Even she is dumbfounded.

Sarah and Rafe continue to call each other the most outrageous names while also fighting for their right to either spend time with you or 'look out for your safety,' as ridiculous as that sounds. You think about walking away, but you’re literally the only person on Sarah’s side, and you don’t want her to lose this battle.

Halfway through Rafe’s sentence, you put your hand in his pocket and grab his own phone. Sarah and Rafe are too distracted in their argument to notice you at first, but then Sarah’s phone dings loudly.

They pause mid-sentence, and you lock Rafe’s phone.

Sarah reaches and looks down at her phone, reading the just-received text from her brother, with your number on it. Rafe doesn’t have to read it to understand what just happened, so his eyes go to you, disappointed, as you return his phone to his pocket. You look up at him after. A little startled to already find his eyes on you, you give him a small smile, and it’s enough for Rafe to calm down his staring and lose his previous deadly look.

His sister then starts laughing in his face, and you can’t help but smile a little. Rafe rolls his eyes and decides to take his brooding self elsewhere. You watch him disappear into the cold section of the small store, back to grab more drinks with Kelce.

John B. and JJ decide they’ve seen enough and go look through the store to find what they need, but Kiara stays back with Sarah, which intrigues you. Is she also 'looking out' for Sarah? Just like Rafe had with you?

“... Wheezie needs to come with us too, she has been telling me how much she misses you.” Sarah continues telling you about your plans together. “We could have a sleepover!”

You smile at her, “Sure!”

“Do you want to come with us, Kie?” Sarah asks, turning her body to face her friend. Your eyes go to her too, and she stares back, unstartled from being, all of a sudden, included in your conversation.

“Nah, I think I’m good,” she says directly to you, which confuses you. It’s as if you’re the reason for her answer, even if you two haven’t spoken in years.

Sarah doesn’t accept that, “Oh, come on. It’d be so fun!” Her volume rises in excitement, “I haven’t had a girls' night in so long. You have to come!”

Patty appears beside you with a lot of chips and other savory snacks and lays them on the counter beside you. She doesn’t say anything yet, but she studies you and Sarah for a bit, almost as if waiting for something. You can’t help but chuckle.

“Do you want to come too, Patty?” You invite her, only raising Sarah’s excitement by a million, because: more girls!

“Kiara, now you have to come with us,” Sarah tells her friend, but Kie is unmoving. “Why not?”

“Not exactly my crowd,” She answers with a shrug. Her eyes stay on you and on Patty as if to appoint the crowd in question with her eyes.

“Okay…” You say in a low voice, only for Patty’s ears to hear. You turn to her and then to Sarah, not enjoying the vibe that has been laid out between all the girls after that. “I’ll go help Rafe with the drinks.”

Kiara’s slight reaction to your words gives you a good enough justification for her tone towards you. Her problem with you begins and ends with your association with Rafe. Good to know. She’s not the only one.

You send both your friends a short smile and disappear into the closest aisle to get out of Kiara’s sight. You walk by JJ and John B, who go silent when you walk beside them, and then finally reach the fridge section.

Rafe is with his back to you, staring at the open fridge as Kelce does most of the work to find the drink they want, and, when you reach him, you playfully nip at the skin of his arm. Rafe doesn’t even react. You frown and move to stand beside him, looking up at his face, but he doesn’t meet your eyes.

Rafe Cameron is sulking, people.

He shares some words with Kelce while you just stand there for a bit, and he continues to ignore you, even when Kelce includes you in the conversation too. You move closer to him, and, thankfully, his sulking doesn’t extend to avoidance because he doesn’t distance himself from you. With that information, you wrap your arms around his waist, as you always do, and kiss his chest. No response, so you smile and keep your body wrapped around his anyway.

Kelce disappears with the rest of the drinks to finally pay for everything, and Rafe leans away from the fridge door to follow him. But it’s difficult for him to do so when you’re still hugging him.

He struggles to walk, but he doesn’t move you out of the way. He’s petty enough to prefer to struggle rather than lose his silent protest against your actions. You don’t take it to heart, and he knows you wouldn’t. You just laugh into his shirt and let him go, before saying, “Fine. Be moody!”

You walk back to the register with a giddiness nevertheless present in your heart, and go help Kelce and Patty put all your purchases in bags. Rafe only shows up to swipe his card and pay for everything. And, after that, you all leave for the Jeep outside. You say your farewells to Sarah, and she smiles widely as she waves you goodbye.

(...)

It’s been a few good hours since the store, all of you have been in Rafe’s family’s boat ever since you’ve bought everything you needed, and, since then, all you’ve done is drink, swim, and lie in the sun. The, finally, good enough start of your summer.

Rafe… is still sulking, but not in the traditional way. Everyone has noticed his silent pity party to himself, but he talks and interacts with everyone else but you. That’s why they caught on so early. You still take everything he’s doing as a joke and continue on with your life. You still love him as if he’s reciprocating it, and, though he’s ignoring you, he doesn’t seem to hate it all that much.

After baking in the sun for enough time, your bikini is already mostly dry again, and you’re on your way to find a drink. You’ve been talking to Patty while in the sun for most of the time, so you have no idea what the guys have been doing ever since you left them in the water.

You go down a few steps after leaving the front deck, and you can already hear Topper and Kelce’s voices on the other side of the boat, probably still by the water. You grab Rafe’s shirt from the couch in the aft deck and pull it over your head, tying it at your stomach due to the heat.

You enter the dining area of the boat by pushing open the door, and your eyes fall on the half-naked man. “Hey, grumpy,” you say as you walk towards him. No answer. You kiss his hot skin as you walk past and go grab a glass.

You look around for the water bottle that you guys bought and see it in front of Rafe. You scootch in closer and try to reach the bottle as you say, “Excuse me” in a whisper. He does respond to you this time, not moving out of the way like you asked, but by grabbing the bottle and pulling it closer to you so you can reach it. And, just to get on his nerves: “Thank you, baby. I love you so much!” You enthusiastically say.

Still no response, but you can’t exactly see his face as he looks down at his phone, so you drink your water and lean against the cold stone of the counter. Rafe’s attention continues to be on his phone, so you lean in close until your bodies are touching. Rafe stops typing, and you see it as an opportunity to spy on what he’s doing.

You never felt so disappointed in your life. He’s, quite literally, answering emails.

“You’re no fun,” you whisper into the skin of his tanned and naked arm, “I don’t even think I recognize you.”

No response, so you do the second-best thing and start touching him more. Alcohol is already well a part of your system, so you welcome it with all your might. You lean in closer to Rafe and kiss his arm and shoulder. The room you’re in isolates all noise from the outside, so you two can practically hear your lips on his skin.

You leave your glass on the counter and go behind Rafe, wrapping your arms around him to have your chest glued to his smooth back and kissing his spine. But, right before your hands can even begin to explore, the door slides open and disrupts your peace.

You squint at the light behind whoever comes in, and, to your surprise, it’s everybody. You don’t separate from Rafe, given that they were the ones who came in during your love session, and lean your head against him. Rafe looks at them, too, and speaks, as if he doesn't have you glued to him.

“I checked it,” He says to Topper, making his torso vibrate with his voice, “they didn’t talk about any collaborations in the email. Just something about…” and you zoned out.

Patty, having her priorities straight, walks over to the food on the opposite counter and starts making herself her lunch. You eye her as she works in silence, thinking about what you could put on your own sandwich, but Rafe starts moving, disrupting your peace of scanning the imaginary list of ingredients that you brought into the boat. 

You begin to let go of him, thinking he’s planning on leaving the room or whatever, but he simply turns around to lean his back on the counter, and, consequently, faces you. Kelce and Topper start another uninteresting conversation, and you look up at Rafe, who is looking and listening to them attentively. 

Your eyes eye him with much annoyance, and you pull away before your drunken mind decides to really test his ability to ignore you. Aka, twist his nipple.

Moving over to Patty, you look at everything in front of you and decide on your lunch.

“Still ignoring you?” Patty asks with a smile.

You look up at her and shrug. “Guess so”.

“Men…” She says as she shakes her head and resumes her stacking of her ingredients, and you can’t help but laugh.

You grab two pieces of bread and join her in the stacking. You two decide to go eat elsewhere, and you don’t even spare Rafe a look. Yet, if you had, you would’ve seen his eyes on you as you left.

(...)

Hours and many drinks later, everyone gave up swimming for the day. Topper grilled hamburgers for dinner on the above deck, and, with a stomach full of food and alcohol still pumping through everyone’s systems, some retired directly into their beds. The only ones remaining are you, Rafe, and Topper. 

You scroll through your phone’s gallery while they talk, still not being affected by the need for sleep, unlike Topper, who has yawned endlessly for the past 10 minutes. You’re entertained and happy while looking at your screen. 

Now that you and Rafe have no one to hide your relationship from, posting on social media has become a thing. You two aren’t posting anything crazy, like endless pictures of each other's faces or collages of you two kissing – of course not. But things like the same locations in your stories, the same parties, or, in this case, the same boat. Or even other photos, like ones with the entire group – tendency of Patty to force everybody in a group photo spontaneously – or just canon pictures of you or your friends.

It’s maybe dumb that something as small as that makes you happy, but showing off Rafe had been the privilege you had been deprived of ever since the beginning of your relationship. So, you bet your monthly photo-dumps or random groups of photos get to include him and his friends. Your boyfriend’s hot, damnit, god forbid you let the entire world see that.

You’re lying over the couch, mostly hidden by the table in front of you, while Rafe and Topper sit at the head and foot of the table, leaving you more than enough space to just lie down on your phone and roll in whatever direction you might like to.

After a good few moments of scrolling through your gallery, Topper announces his wish to go to bed. They might think that you’re asleep by now, since they both start cleaning up the table without you, so you decide to come out of hiding.

You stretch and sit up, letting Rafe’s shirt, now untied, fall to your lap, and see them talking with the door slid completely open as they throw everything in the trash. You get up, grab the remaining trash, and walk over to them. Topper looks up at you, giving you a sleepy smile to acknowledge your presence, and you give him one of yours, too.

“Good night, love birds.” He says as he turns around to go downstairs to the bedrooms.

“Good night,” the two of you say, almost in sync.

Rafe closes the trash once you throw in your stuff, and you go back outside to grab your phone, tying the shirt back up as you walk. Surprisingly, Rafe follows you and takes back his seat at the head of the table. You watch him as he grabs his phone and just continues to be in his own world.

You stand there, just a meter away from him, watching him, and the man just keeps on scrolling.

“Want to go to sleep?” You try to ask him.

No response.

You groan out of frustration and throw your phone back on the table. You’re not going to sleep until he talks to you and stops being his petty self. So, you try to be annoying.

You poke his head, flick his forehead, play with the buzz cut, pinch his neck… Literally nothing.

As you watch him, Rafe leans back on the couch on his phone, and you, with a lack of patience, snatch the phone from his hands. You stare at the screen and sigh. At least he’s not checking emails, but he was just scrolling through social media. You look over at him, and he is still not meeting your eyes.

You throw the phone in the direction of yours, and it falls perfectly in the middle of the table. You take a seat next to him and face him.

You tell him, “All of this because I gave Sarah my number?”

You expected to be ignored, but he, dead serious, turns his head to face you like you hit the nail right on the head. You sit still for a second, shamelessly enjoying his attention on you for starters, and then laughing in his face for how petty this entire afternoon has been. You move, with his eyes still on you, to sit on his lap, facing him, and Rafe doesn’t look away at that.

“Why?” You ask him, looking down at him.

He doesn’t answer, and you roll your eyes.

“How am I supposed to not want to hang out with your sister, when you don’t even tell me what’s so bad about her?” He gives you a look that it’s comical, but you continue, “I’ve known her for as long as I've known you. She seems as normal as any other person in your family.”

That gets him talking, “What is that supposed to mean?”

You laugh at the baffled look on his face, and lay your hands on his shoulders. “You’re still not answering me.”

“She’s annoying,” he tells you.

“That’s it?” You frown, lifting your hands off his shoulder to lay them on your thighs. “Everyone can be annoying, and I still hang out with them.”

Rafe gives you a look of ‘you better not be talking about me’, making you smile, and you look over at the closed glass door everyone had gone through to go to sleep.

“So…” You start again, looking over at Rafe to already find him looking at you, of course. “I can’t hang out with her?”

He shrugs. Like a complete toddler. “You do what you want, babe.”

You groan out of frustration for him and smack his chest, making him sit up and hold back a grin of his own. You two are now much closer to one another, though you still have an advantage in height for sitting over his legs. Your hands move upwards, and your fingers begin to play with his buzzcut.

“What’s so bad about Sarah?” You ask again, looking at him dead in the eyes.

“She is annoying.”

“To you, maybe. Because you’re her brother.” You shrug, “I’ve never found her to be annoying.”

“That’s because you don’t hang with her enough.”

“And you do?” You pause your hands, knowing damn well that Rafe does not spend time with his family unless he is forced/coerced to. He leans back on his hands while looking at you. “Why is she annoying?”

“Babe,” Rafe starts, letting out a dry laugh, “Hang out with her, if you want. You can be friends with whoever-”

“But you’re sulking,” you tell him.

“I’m not.”

“Rafe,” You say seriously, “You’ve been sulking all day.” He makes a face as if you’re the wrong one, “You have to be kidding me.”

He doesn’t answer, and you huff out a breath. You use his shoulders as something to hold as you stand up. His eyes, in return, only watch you as you move.

“I’m going to bed. I’m done talking to you.” You tell him, only meaning those words half-heartedly, and Rafe knows it.

“Why?”

“Because you’re being annoying,” You tell him. “You ignored me all day. I have a right to be mad at you.”

Rafe smiles at your words, and you begin to walk towards the glass doors. You hear him moving behind you, but you’re quicker. You slide the door open and get in, closing and locking it behind you. Rafe, on the other hand, stands there, on the other side of the glass, hands on his hips like he expected you to do this. His hand doesn’t even reach for the door to know that you locked it.

“Open the door,” his voice is muffled, making you smile.

“What?” You lean in closer to the glass, “Can’t hear you.”

Rafe doesn't say anything, just to add suspense.

“There are other doors,” Your eyes widen, “you know that, right?”

First, your brain thinks that surely the other doors would be locked, given that time has begun to reach AM, and all of you have to be safe out here... But, if they're not, can you even run that fast to close everything up before he gets in?

“And where is the fun in that?” You shrug.

“So what? You want me to stand here and-”

“And think about what you did, yes.”

Rafe looks at you as if expecting you to laugh and unlock the door, but you’re unmovable. You cross your arms and lean against the kitchen counter, watching him. He looks over his shoulder as he sighs, and then a smile appears on his face.

“You left your phone out here.” Damn it.

“That’s fine, I’ll get it after.”

Rafe makes a face that makes you lean away from the counter, “I don’t know. He might fall in the water during the night.” He takes a step back, towards the table, making you smile in panic.

“Rafe,” you try to sound serious, but fail miserably.

“What?” He pretends to not hear you, mimicking you, and keeps walking towards the table. You watch as he grabs his phone first, putting it into his pocket, and then yours. You don’t fold just yet, but keep watching his every move.

Rafe looks down at your phone, acting as if he’s messing with it, and then, suddenly, starts moving away from the table and the view of the glass. You call out his name, no answer. Gosh, will you actually have to fall for his bluff?

“You’re not going to throw my phone in the water.”

“It’s outdated anyway,” You hear him a little far away already. “I’ll get you a new one.”

You try to be strong and hold yourself together. You can’t fall for his tricks this easily, but blame it on the alcohol, which is minimal at this point, to make you more gullible. You have too many things in that phone to lose it in the waves because of locking your boyfriend out.

“Okay, fine!” You exclaim, unlocking the door.

You step out, expecting to see him just by the door, with a stupid smile on his face about how he tricked you. But you don’t see him anywhere. “Rafe?” You call out, still no answer. You leave the door open behind you and keep walking.

You check the front deck first, empty. You go down and keep calling out his name. Still nothing. You look around, trying to not spook yourself with something so dumb.

The waters surrounding the boat are dark, and so is everything all around it. The darkest you’ve ever seen the night be. The boat, of course, is well illuminated, but it still leaves you uneasy.

As you keep walking, now nearly by the back of the boat that leads to the water, you’re silent, not calling out for Rafe anymore. Maybe he went around and is now locking the door to keep you out? Should you go back? And then, when you least expect it, he just comes out of nowhere and grabs you.

The scream that comes out of you is inhumane, which makes you laugh as soon as you come to your senses - hopefully, not waking up anyone. Rafe is laughing at you, and you smack his head.

“You’re such an asshole!” You ask him, “Why weren’t you answering me?”

He mimicks you again, now putting on a squeaky voice, “Where’s the fun in that?” You smack his head again, making him laugh more.

“I was scared, you ass.” You say, admitting it outright, as you look up at him while being glued to his chest. “What if I’d fallen in the water?” You point to the water right next to you.

“You think I’d let that happen?”

“Yes!” You say a little too loudly, making him smile brightly at you. “Yes, I do. You’re an ass, and that would be an ass thing to do. So, yes!”

“I would never.” He tells you, making you give him a death stare.

Rafe kisses your lips anyway, but you don’t budge. He deserves to have you be the one to sulk now. After this entire day, and now this? He deserves worse.

Rafe seems to notice what you’re doing right as you start it, which makes him chuckle, but, of course, the way Rafe deals with you is much different than the way you are with him. He begins kissing your cheek, holding you close to him, and then he lands a kiss on your neck... right before throwing you over his shoulder.

You hold in any sound of surprise, and he starts walking upstairs again. You don’t move. You act dead, letting yourself swing on his shoulder as he moves.

When upstairs, he grabs the phones from his pocket and throws them on the table again, confusing you, as you expected to be brought to your bedroom. Rafe takes you off his shoulder and sits you down on the table, too. You stare up at him, with no reaction, and then his lips go directly on yours.

You kiss back, but you make sure to lay your hands on the table, refusing to touch him as you usually do. Rafe’s hands hold onto your waist, pulling you closer to him, and then move over to your hips. You ignore it at first, but it’s hard to when he starts untying the bows at the sides of your pink bikini.

Still, you give him no reaction.

Your lips don’t separate, but your bikini lies now open, making a warmth travel and burn at the bottom of your stomach. One of Rafe’s hands, previously lying over one of your thighs, moves between your legs, and you hold yourself together when you feel his fingers touch your pussy. He groans into your kiss when he drags his fingers in between your lips down towards the entrance, to already find you wet. You concentrate on your silence and on the kiss, but his fingers move up to your clit again, making you lose almost all hope in yourself.

Rafe breaks the kiss to look down at his wet hand, and so do you. His fingers work slow circles over your clit, and you let out a breath, making Rafe smile and look up at you. Your eyes meet, and his hand stops, making you want to protest, but you stay put. Rafe lays his hand on your stomach, laying you down over the table, and he goes down on his knees.

With one of your legs over his shoulder and one of his hands on the other, Rafe’s mouth starts working as soon as it can. You lift your hand over your mouth almost instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand against you, his tongue on your clit, and his breathing on your skin. Your eyes stay trained on the white roof over the table, and you focus on your breathing.

Rafe’s mouth licks, sucks, and kisses your pussy like he’s a man starved. He knows what you’re trying to do, but he also knows that you’re near failing. You’re trying to control your breathing, your sounds, your hands, and your legs to not let out any reaction, and it’s getting to be too much.

His mouth abandons your clit to move down to your entrance, and his nose touches your clit almost by accident. You bite your tongue, but Rafe catches the feeling of your thigh twitching once on his shoulder. He smiles into you and brings up one of his hands to start playing with your clit while he slides his tongue inside you.

His thumb moves faster in circles on your clit, and you can’t help but let out a small whimper. Your eyes sting a little, as tears are wanting to escape from the corner of your eyes, and you blink them away. Rafe slides his tongue out of you and moves upwards to your clit, moving his hand away for now. The warmth of his mouth is almost too much for you, but then his tongue starts moving, and you feel two of his fingers slide into you with almost no warning.

You cough out a moan, but your hand doesn’t move away from your mouth. Rafe wraps his lips around your clit and sucks on it while his fingers begin to move back and forth inside of you, knowing exactly where to hit every time.

As always, his knowledge of your body is beginning to be a little too much for you.

And then, what feels like seconds after, his mouth pulls away, and so do his fingers. When you see him stand up, you take your hand off your mouth and try to ignore the cold between your legs as you pull yourself up on your elbows.

“Turn around,” Rafe tells you, with his hands on your hips, but you don’t move, both for still trying to catch your breath and for your promise to not give up that easily.

Without any delay, Rafe flips you easily to lie on your stomach, and you huff out a breath of annoyance when you almost face plant into the table. Your bikini bottoms now fall to the ground, but you ignore them as you feel Rafe grab onto your hips from behind you. And, just in a few seconds, your annoyance evaporates when you feel Rafe’s dick slide into you. It’s slow. Torturing. And without any pause. But you almost forget your anger the moment it happens.

You two stay like that for a bit, but then Rafe begins to move. You try to concentrate, of course you do. You repeat the words, you got this, over and over in your brain, but it’s way harder than you think it is. The pleasure that had gone dormant from Rafe’s pause of his initial attack on you resumes exactly where it left off, and you almost lose it.

Your entire body feels warm, your pussy feels soaked, and your back naturally arches as soon as Rafe keeps moving. You hear him chuckle behind you, but you try to ignore it so as to not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. His dick slides easily back and forth inside of you at a pace that, though it isn’t the slowest he has punished you with, it’s nowhere near the pace you wish you could be at. It’s almost anxiety-inducing because Rafe knows what he’s doing. And he’s just telling you, without using any words, that though he almost has you breaking, he hasn’t even started yet.

And then, finally, he speeds up to a normal pace, and you lean your head onto the table. You focus on your breathing, knowing that it is already shaking, and at the beginning of a moan, but you know that Rafe can’t hear it. So, you let yourself indulge in that alone.

You close your eyes, concentrating further as pleasure continues to burn at the end of your tummy and travels down to your legs, and Rafe doesn’t seem to like how silent you are.

Out of nowhere, Rafe grabs you by your torso and pulls you up, making you arch into him and almost lean your head back on his shoulder.

“Why are you doing that?” He asks you in a mumble just below your ear, “Uhm?” He questions you.

You don’t respond, but your hands lie on the table to hold you better. His hands hold onto your waist, and you try to ignore the sounds coming from both of you. Rafe knows it right away.

“You think you’re winning, uhm?” He continues, “But you're so fucking wet that the whole boat could hear you if they were awake.”

The sound of the wet smack of skin and squelching of your pussy, makes you unconsciously squeeze Rafe’s dick, and he laughs into your ear.

“Look at you,” He kisses your neck between words, “Holding yourself together so well.” He nips at your skin, and then all you feel is his lips and tongue over your skin.

Rafe’s hands undo the tie of his shirt on you, and his hands disappear under the fabric. Your hands lift off the table as Rafe pulls you in closer and closer to his chest, and the angle worsens your entire situation. His hands find your chest and pull your tits out of the tight bikini, and, as soon as you feel his mouth on your skin again while his fingers pinch at one of your nipples, you let out a loud and shaky sigh that Rafe can now definitely hear.

“You got it, you got it.” He pokes fun at you. He kisses your cheek and the corner of your lips, “But I got to say… I already miss your whining.”

You intake air harshly through your nose as Rafe thrusts into you with a little more force, and you open your eyes. He kisses your jaw and pulls you in closer to his chest, making his warmth familiarly engulf you.

Rafe looks down at you, his head just beside yours, and you force yourself to not meet his eye. “You know what, baby?” He asks, “I’m being way too nice with you… And I really shouldn’t.”

You stay silent, biting your tongue to try and distract yourself with the slight pain of it. Rafe’s hands move away from under the shirt, and he pauses his thrusts. You breathe in and out slowly, and he grabs one of your legs, lifting it to the table and opening space for his hand. His thrusts resume with that, and his fingers return to your clit.

Rafe kisses up your neck and lets go of your waist to force your head to face him. You strengthen your back to hold yourself up as his hips continue to meet yours - his movements at the same pace as before - and Rafe looks you right in the eye as if nothing is affecting him. His poker face is surely better than yours, but you try to not lose hope in yourself.

“Am I being mean to you?” He asks you, the sound of his thrusts invading your ears and making you hold in your breath. “Uhm? Am I?” He kisses your lips with a peck, and you look down at his mouth when he pulls away, “You can tell me, baby, and I promise that I’ll take better care of you.”

He kisses you again, and a little sound escapes your mouth when Rafe’s tongue meets yours. Your hands itch to touch him. To grab his head to force him closer to you. Or his arm to hold yourself up. The kiss is wet and messy, but Rafe intends for it to be so. You squeeze his dick harder and harder, and smaller sounds escape you as you get more drunk off of him.

Rafe then decides to put some more force into his thrusts, and, with your mouths open into a kiss, an actual moan breaks out of you. Rafe smiles and pulls away from your lips, victorious and proud. You try to go back down to the table, trying to get yourself back together by distancing yourself from him and his warmth, smell, and lips, but Rafe doesn’t let you. He roughly pulls you back to his chest by wrapping his arm around your waist as he thrusts, and a shaky breath comes out of your mouth.

“Are you going to cry?” He asks you, his tone so heavy with humor, that you find it evil when directed at you. You close your eyes and force down the urge to cry out your pleasure, and Rafe just keeps making it worse. His fingers pause on the small circles on your clit and pinch it softly as he leans his head onto the crook of your neck. He bites your skin and moves away to look down at your face. Rafe looks as he speeds up his pace and thrusts fully into you. He reads your face like a book. And though you’re silent, you couldn’t make it more obvious to him. “You can cry. I got you. I always do.”

You’re getting distracted. Your pleasure is getting higher and higher, and Rafe does not shut up. He keeps talking in your ear, knowing that if he does, your pleasure just gets worse as your pussy squeezes him like a vice. He calls you his crybaby, his baby, his pretty girl. All of it to get in your head. And he succeeds.

Your hand lifts off the table and moves towards his on your waist. You grab it to try and get some strength back into you, but Rafe sees it as a slip-up and starts moving his fingers quicker against your poor clit to only make it worse. Your eyes open, and Rafe bites at your neck. Your other hand lifts up to his nape, scratching his skin, and he grunts at your touch.

“You want to come?” Rafe asks you against the skin of your cheek, and you find yourself nodding. His chuckle hits your face, and he forcibly kisses you. “You do, yeah?” You nod again when he pulls away, “Ask me, then.”

You sob out loud as the pleasure intensifies and a tear escapes. Rafe smiles at you, prouder than he’s ever been of himself, but you don’t ask him for anything. He kisses you again, with bruising force, and that just makes you whimper against his lips. His fingers move faster and faster, and your hands hold onto him like a lifeline. Your sounds start getting louder and louder, still not yet being their usual volume, but Rafe takes them in like medals. Every single one of them.

“I’ll stop.” He warns you, making you look at him in surprise. “If you don’t ask for it, I’ll stop, and we’ll go to sleep.”

And the look you give him… Rafe could’ve melted right there and then. You plead with your teary eyes, small sobs of pleasure leaving your mouth, as you almost pout at him. Rafe was ready to give you the orgasm and more. Anything in the world could be yours if you kept it up. But you decide to shake your head.

“No?” He asks you, “No, you don’t want to come?” He tests you, “Or no, you don’t want me to stop?”

He pinches your clit when you don’t answer, and you, finally, let out a real moan. He can tell that you’re getting closer. Your pussy is impossibly wet, your breathing is irregular, you're holding onto him as if he’ll let you fall to the ground at any second, and then you tense up. Rafe, though it pains him to, stops moving right away.

“I guess we’ll go to sleep, then.”

“No, no, no…” You whisper at him, pulling at him with your hands as if scared that he’ll disappear. Rafe leans in as you pull him by his nape, and you peck his lips. Rafe kisses you for more time, and you start to feel everything. His naked chest against you, his tight hold on your waist, his lips on yours, his dick entirely inside you, and his other hand paused at your clit. He pulls away, and you sigh.

“Say it, then.” Rafe encourages.

“P… Please make me come.” You whisper against his lips, so low that Rafe’s ear almost doesn’t register, but he takes it as enough.

“Of course, baby.” He kisses you at the end of the sentence, “Anything for my pretty girl, yeah?”

You nod at him, and he starts slowly at first. As soon as the speed and force come back, you’re too aware of every single thing and come incredibly fast. Rafe holds you as he keeps going, thrusting into you deeply as he forces you to ride out your orgasm as he finds his, and, the second you start making your overstimulated whines, Rafe is done for. He thrusts a final time and comes inside you, and he grunts against the skin of your shoulder.

His breathing takes some time to calm down, and you relax your hold on him. Rafe takes his hand away from your pussy and lays it over the table to stand up straight. Your hand falls from his head as he does so, and you grab his wrist from that same arm. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, and the wind of the sea hits your wet face. Gosh, what a mess.

You two don’t talk for a bit, but Rafe doesn’t take long to feel himself get back to normal. He is careful when he pulls out of you and pulls his shorts back up. He’s slow to let you go, making sure that you can stand on your own already, and he grabs the bottoms of your bikini from the floor. He hands it to you, and when he goes to pick you up, you stop him.

“Rafe, the table.” You tell him, looking at it.

“What?”

You laugh and point at the table you just had sex on, “We got to clean the table. We have every meal on that thing”. Rafe sighs as he looks at it.

You put your bikini back on while Rafe trusts you to stand by yourself, and he cleans the table very well, to your request (also known as orders). Once he’s done, he goes to wash his hands, and you move towards the inside of the boat. You close the door and lock it behind you, and look over to find Rafe drying his hands on the kitchen cloth.

“Don't forget the other doors,” you tell him.

“What other doors?” He asks, making you frown.

“You said they were unloc-” And he smiles at you.

Asshole.

Rafe throws the now clean, once again, cloth onto the counter, and you kiss his arm. “Let’s go,” you whisper at him, and he nods.

Both of you are about to get the best night of sleep in your lives.

[sunlitcurrents]

Dangerous Woman

ᯓ summary: Your date doesn’t go as planned, but the waitress that suggests to drive you home makes up for it…

Content: Nsfw, dom top!Ellie x sub bottom!Reader, oral sex r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, praise kink kinda, way too much smiling

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Soft candle light, good food and a pointless conversation with the woman sitting across from you. She’s been talking about herself all night and it was getting annoying. Spending hours getting ready and buying a new dress, for what?

Mindlessly poking your salad as you listened to your date talking about how her growing business, like it was the most important thing right now. You were starting to believe she was here for marketing and not for you. But you just smiled and nodded, pretending to be interested and not disappointed that the black dress you were wearing had costed unnecessarily much only for this date to go bad. “I actually already got an offer too, round about 3 million dollars, but I turned it down because I know it’s worth way more than that.”

Yeah, you had to bite your tongue bad, because you knew she was straight out lying. Her business was some online fashion brand thing, the kind of thing little boys make when they’re bored and think they can become millionaires at 14. She’s just as interesting as a 14 year old boy too, so that actually made sense. So while she talked, you decided that this was your last straw.

Pulling out your phone, pretending to get a phone call. “I’m sorry, this is important, I’ll be right back I promise!” You said and quickly scrambled from your seat, accidentally almost throwing your fabric napkin into your half eaten tomato soup. “Oh, okay,” she says, looking a little bamboozled but not too worried.

Your steps were loud against the wooden floors of the restaurant as you made your way outside, taking a deep breath as soon the fresh air hit your skin. “Thank God,” you muttered as you leaned back against the wall. The sky had gotten dark, with the stars sparkling bright against the horizon and you wished that this date wasn’t such a disaster. It’s been years since your last relationship and you just couldn’t stand it anymore, the nagging feeling inside of your heart and your touch starved skin.

Maybe if she weren’t such a narcissist you could’ve at least have one romantic night with her, but it simply doesn’t work. It’s like the universe was taunting you, making fun of you like you deserve it.

A few minutes passed and you went back inside, putting on a panicked expression as you walked back up to your table. “My friend just called and she literally just had a car accident. I’m so, so sorry, but I have to go. I’ll text you later okay?” You say, taking your bag, pretending to be genuinely sorry as you placed a 20 dollar bill onto the table, as if it would be enough. She just watched you, eyes wide open and confused. “Yeah, yeah it’s fine. Do you want me to give you a ride?” Of course she had to offer that. “No, no it’s okay, I just ordered an uber.” You haven’t.

And just like that, you were gone. Though you felt bad, leaving her sitting like that, it had to be done. But it did surprise you just how well it worked, because at this point everyone should know the good old emergency call to get out of a date. Well, maybe she really just was a 14 year old little boy.

You started walking away from the entrance of the restaurant and hugged your own body, now slowly regretting not having worn a coat. As you were about to actually order an uber to get away from this place you heard a voice suddenly appear from beside you. “Bad date?” The voice asked, raspy yet soothing in a way that felt comfortable and uneasy at the same time. Soft smoke blew past you as you saw the young woman standing against the wall of the building, cigarette between her fingers and dark ink decorating her arm.

You sighed, chuckling in an almost self deprecating way and nodded at her question. “Yeah, you could say that.” The woman chuckled as well, dark in a way that made your skin tingle in a good way, taking the last drag of her cigarette before putting it into an ashtray. “Mhm, I noticed. She was only talking about herself the whole time, huh?” Your brows furrowed. She saw you and your date? Then you took her in and remember, she’s a waitress, the one that served the table next to your own.

“I’m Ellie, by the way,” she says as she sticks her hand out for you to take. Shaking her hand you really looked at her, trying to see all of what the barely there light revealed of her, eyes subtly taking in her appearance. An all black outfit; black dress pants, black button up with a black waistcoat on top of it. The average waiter outfit you see in restaurants like this suddenly seeming more appealing. It’s save to say that the woman in front of you was very attractive.

After you introduced yourself she smirked again. “And where are you going now? You’re just gonna walk home or?” Biting your lip to try and hide your own smirk, you shake your head. She was infectious. “I was gonna order an uber just now.” You point at your phone screen, making her shake her head. “You’re not,” she says, confusing you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll take you home, my shift just ended anyways.”

You scoffed a laugh, shaking your head. “I don’t know you, you could be a killer for all I know.” Instead of an answer she dipped into the door behind her, a bright light shining through the crack of the door. Then she reappeared, jacket and a packet of gummy worms in hand. You tried to suppress a giggle at her and watched her close the door carefully.

“Do I look like a killer to you?” You shrug, a big involuntary smile on your lips. “The gummy worms in your hands say no, your appearance and sudden offer say yes.” She raised an eyebrow at you, making you notice the scar on it. “Fine, I don’t have to drive you home. But you seem like your cold and your date could come out of that door any second now, which could also mean having to endure an awkward encounter with her.”

You sighed, still smiling way too hard at the stranger in front of you as you looked down and shook your head. “You’ve got a point… Okay, could you please drive me home, creepy stranger?” She smirked and nodded, suddenly holding out her coat to you. “I will, mystery lady. I would also advise you to wearing this, we don’t want you to be cold now do we?” You bit your lip again, trying to fight the prominent smile on your lips and took the jacket. The final warmth feeling too good on your skin. “Thank you,” you mumbled and start following her to the parking lot of the restaurant.

As you sat down into her old beat up truck you watched her struggle with the engine, making you laugh as you put in your address into her gps. “You keep getting creepier with every passing moment.” Ellie bit the inside of her cheek, shaking her head as she suppressed her own smirk again. “I don’t think I’m that creepy. I mean, just look at little Spino over here,” she points towards the little dinosaur figure hanging from her rearview mirror.

“That’s just your cover up, pretending to be some cute dinosaur nerd. But in reality you’re a killer who likes to lure in young women.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Oh, so thats what you’re catching on to?”

She chuckles and pulls out of the parking lot, arm behind your headrest as she looks behind herself. That action was hotter than it should be. “I could tell you about every single one of those stars in the sky too, if that helps.” You raise an eyebrow at her, the smirk still way too permanent on your lips.

Maybe this night will still get an happy end.

“Every single one of them, huh?”

“That’s exaggeration of course, but most of them.” One of her hands was lazily placed on the steering wheel as the other was resting by the window. She was already driving you crazy, literally. “How about you?”

“What?” Her question snapped you out of your daze of staring at her. Clearing your throat you sit up straighter in your seat. “You didn’t seem to get to talk about yourself that much tonight, so now you have the chance. Tell me about yourself. What makes you, you?”

Goodness gracious, you were gone for it and all she was doing was bare minimum mind you. You answered her, telling her the interesting things about you. The whole ride to your place was quickly filled with conversation, actual conversation. She seems genuinely interested in you and it made your stomach flutter. And you quickly found out about her too, about how she too is a uni student and that she’s studying astronomy and about how she’s really just a big old nerd.

So it was natural that once she pulled into your driveway you felt disappointed settle down. “Here we are,” you said as you looked over at her. But you could both feel it, the crackling tension and silent wanting between you. “Yeah…” The car fell into silence for a moment before you spoke up again, unbuckling your seat belt. “Do you wanna come up for a tea or something? That’s the least I can do for a thank you.”

“You’ve got earl grey?”

“Of course,” you smile and watched her turn off her car and take off her own seat belt. You both stepped out of the car and made your way up to your apartment. As you flicked on the light and kicked off your high heels you apologized “sorry for the mess, I didn’t expect having anyone over tonight honestly.” You could hear her chuckle as she took off her own shoes, making you turn around to her and raise an eyebrow again. “Whats that’s supposed to mean?”

She held her hands up, a smirk still present on her lips. It’s a wonder neither of you had jaw pain yet from all the smiling. “Nothing, just that you’re apologizing for your “mess” while this place is basically flawless. And what do you mean you didn’t expect anyone here tonight, didn’t you go on a date just now?”

You rolled your eyes and walked further into the room, turning on the small lamps instead of the big one. “I’ve got standers, okay? And yes, you’re right I was on a date, but I kind of expected to end up at her place. But now I’m here, with you because my date was a bitch.” Her laugh was music to your ears as you heard it again and again, making your own lips stay in that constant smile.

The tea cups were quickly filled and emptied as you sat on your couch, talking about anything and everything. It felt odd, like you knew her for years and not just for about an hour. Yet it felt so hair pulling, the softness of the moment mixed in with lingering looks and unspoken wanting. The way she licked her lips and her arms flexed was haunting and when she took off her waist coat and leaned her arm onto the back of the sofa, resting her head on her fist. Yeah, you were so gone already.

You set down your cup onto the coffee table as you finished, the conversation now slowly petering out into comfortable silence that was still filled with this crackling. You could practically feel it on your skin, the was her eyes bored into your body and how both of you were inching closer and closer without even noticing. “I’m glad you saved me from my date.”

“No need to thank me, I kind of felt guilty because I was hoping for you date to go wrong, since I may or may not have had my eyes on you the whole night…” Her mumbled words made your gaze snap up her, noticing the way her hands nervously fidgeting with one another and how she couldn’t even maintain eye contact. Her confidence suddenly disappearing, making her look almost too innocent if you didn’t notice the way her own words were laced with lust.

You bit your lip, with your eyes falling down to her own lips before snapping back up to her eyes. “No, I’m happy that you did. Because you really made my night.” Your words were hushed, a little quiet like you wanted to say more. But instead of saying more, you slowly leaned forward, seeing Ellie’s hungry gaze on you. “You really made mine too,” she whispered as she leaned in as well, her eyes now obviously staring down at your lips.

The feeling of her lips against yours was heavenly, especially after everything that happened tonight. It was a little clumsy at first, clearly showing how both of you haven’t done this in way too long. As your lips parted you breath was a little ragged and your eyes hungry. She quickly grasped onto your face, cradling it from both sides as she pushed you down and pressed you into the cushions of the couch.

You gasped into the kiss as you felt her knee between your legs, pressing against your core. She used the gap of your lips as an invite, pressing her tongue into your mouth, dancing with your own. Your own hands quickly tangled up into her hair, pulling her impossibly close as her hands snuck down to your waist, toying with the silky fabric of your dress.

It was crazy how quickly the night turned for both of you. Just moments earlier you were sitting in that restaurant, listening to your tinder date talking about herself like she’s on an interview and now you were laying beneath this gorgeous waitress that offered you a ride home. Perhaps it was fate. Perhaps you were supposed to meet Ellie like this. Or perhaps you’re just being way too delusional over a simple hook up.

Both your hands and lips moved in a soothing rhythm, neither of you too hastily like you were running out of time. When you pulled your sloppy kiss apart a thin string of saliva shortly connect you two, making you almost giggle before pressing your lips back together. Then you felt her lips travel, slowly inching down your skin; to your jaw and down to your neck. She started gently sucking, licking and lightly biting on your skin, making soft noises escape your throat.

Your fingers were tangled into her hair while her own slide beneath your dress, slowly planing your thighs and making their way up to your waist. “Let’s go to my bedroom,” you whisper as she left a small mark on your neck, making her look up at you with lust full eyes. She nodded and untangled herself from you, following behind you as you took her hand and led her down the hallway into your bedroom.

Once the door shut you moved her to your bed, gently pushing her down onto the mattress and making her crawl backwards until her back hit the head board. You quickly took your seat on top of her lap, reconnecting your lips like those seconds apart made you starving. Her hand were back on you, toying with the fabric of your dress as her hands ran up and down your waist.

Latching her lips back onto your neck and tracking down slowly made you throw your head back slightly, giving her more access. “You’re so beautiful,” she muttered against your skin, making you whimper slightly. You tangled your fingers back into her hair, pulling her back up to reconnect your lips. “And you’re so fucking hot.” She chuckled lowly against your lips, making you feel yourself getting more and more turned on.

Her hands moved to the bottom of your dress and her eyes locked onto yours, silently asking for approval to take it off. You nodded slowly and watched her gently slipping off your dress, then throwing it somewhere into the room. “God,” she groaned as she took in the sight of you in your lacy black underwear. “If that woman only knew what she was missing out on,” she mumbled against your skin as her lips found your collar bone.

You chuckled again, humming at the feeling of her. “I don’t want to think about her right now.” Your own hands now busied themself to unbotton Ellie’s top, clumsily undoing them until she pulled back, helping you taking it off. The fabric revealed a black sports bra and defined muscles. “Fuck…” you whisper as you gently run your fingers over her slight abs, making her smirk at you.

“You like what you see?” She teased, her hands still resting on your waist, thumbs gently caressing the skin. “Like is an understatement.” That made her laugh, shaking her head at you and grabbing onto your chin to reconnect your lips. “You’re literally a goddess of a woman, this is crazy.” The words against your lips made you whine slightly, honored and turned on at the same time

Then she suddenly turned, switching your positions so she’s on top of you again. Her lips made her way back down your body again, kissing, licking and biting at every inch of skin. Your eyes meet hers again, with her hands resting at the rim of your bra. As if you could read her mind you gently lifted your back, helping her to undo your bra. The lace disappeared from your skin, joining your dress on the floor.

You could feel her eyes practically eating you whole as she stared at your chest. “Fuck,” she groaned, one hand coming up to your right nipple, gently teasing it. “You’ve got some nice tits.” That made you laugh, shaking your head and hiding your face in the crook of your elbow. “Thank you,” you mumbled and she smiled up at you, proud for making you feel so flustered.

Then her mouth latched onto your other nipple, sucking and biting down on it. The pleasure made a small moan escape you, which led to her groaning against you. She kept on working on your breasts, treating them both like something sacred. Once her mouth was on one nipple, her hand was on the other.

She pulled back, admiring the work she had done on your chest, small bruises already forming around them. Her lips began to travel again, slowly moving downwards to where you needed her most. An impatient whine came from your lips, making her only smile bigger. “Ellie please,” you begged.

“Please what? Use your words, babe.” You whined again, tangling your fingers back into her hair and slightly pulling at the auburn strands. “I need you, please. I need your mouth, your hands.” Those words were enough to get Ellie going, groaning in satisfaction.

“There you go,” she replied and settled down between your legs, kissing and caressing your thigh. Her mouth came closer and closer to your heat, making your hips buck towards her. “Hey, patience,” she whispered. You would’ve already snapped if she wasn’t so damn hot and if her words didn’t have such an effect on you.

Then her finger found your panties, gently caressing along the lace and silk. “Gosh, you’re already so wet for me,” she says against your thigh, still kissing the skin as her hands toyed withe the fabric of your underwear. Such a tease.

“Please, Ellie,” you moaned out, your hands slightly tugging her towards your aching cunt. She chuckled and then looped her fingers onto your underwear, finally tugging it down your legs. The cool air against your wetness made you whine quietly and the way Ellie’s gaze was fixed into you, cursing under her breath.

“Fuck,” she groaned again, running a finger through your wet folds. “Prettiest fucking pussy,” she whispers before she finally dives down, latching her mouth onto your sensitiv nub. Your hips twitched, making her grip onto them to hold you down. Her mouth and tongue began to work, licking and sucking on your clit like her life depended on it.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned out, fingers tightening in her hair. “You’re so good, Ellie. So perfect.” Your praise made her main against you, sending vibrations down your core. A loud moan unraveled itself from your throat, feeling your hole clench around nothing. “Uh- oh God, Ellie.” She hummed against you again, sending more vibrations through you.

Her tongue sped up, lapping at your clit and pressing down in a way that made you see stars. Then she pulled away, licking a long, fat strip across your cunt, taking in your wetness. “You taste so fucking good.” You moaned at the lack of stimulation, trying to urge her back to your clit with your hands in her hair.

But then you felt one of her fingers gently approaching your hole, making you gasp as she played with the rim. “Can I?” She asked, her voice quiet yet laced with so much lust. You nodded frantically and then felt her pushing her first finger in, gently easing and stretching your core. Another whine escaped you and you moved your hips in request for more.

“Such a greedy girl,” Ellie mused, slowly moving her finger in and out of your hole. “You want more?” She asked, eyes locked on your already fucked out expression. You nod again, mouth slightly agape. “No, use your words.”

“Please, Ellie, please I want more,” you whined. “Good girl,” she said and pushed in her second finger, slowly opening you up and moving her fingers. You whined at the nickname, feeling all your senses heighten at those words alone.

“You like that? You like it when I call you my good girl?”

“Yes, yes, I’m your good girl.” You moan as you felt her thumb playing with your clit again, regaining the perfect stimulation again. “Yeah, you are,” she mumbled deeply against your skin, moving up to reconnect her lips to your nipples.

Her hands moved calculated, perfect in a way that made you moan loudly and squirm beneath her as her lips sucked on your tits. When she curled her fingers up, pressing against your g-spot your back arched, a loud moan filling the room. “Ellie!” You screamed, your hand gripping the sheets. “You’re doing so good, such a perfect girl,” she says against your skin as she speed up her movements more.

Her mouth dipped down again, reclaiming their spot at your clit. The sensation of her drive you crazy, moaning her name and gripping into anything you could find. You were so gone for this woman between your legs. You couldn’t hold back another load moan as you felt her adding a third finger into your hole, obscene wet noises filling the room. “I- I’m so close,” you whined, tugging at her hair again.

“Come on, cum for me. I want to see you cum.” Her words were so laced with her own need, the need to see you coming undone beneath her, watching you twitch at her touch.

With another lick of her tongue she felt the waves of pleasure come over you, the feeling pulling deep in your body as you threw your head back with a moan. “Ellie!” And she worked you through it, fingers still working deliberately inside of you and tongue still playing on your nub until you came down from your high. Panting and gasping as you finished. “Fuck,” you panted out, “you’re so good at this.”

She chuckled, slowly easing her fingers out of you and locking eyes as she sucked them clean. “You did amazing,” she said as she pushed herself up to you, wrapping her arms around you. Your face, still written with bliss all over it, was pulled into a smile again. Eyes locking and brief silence until Ellie spoke up again, voice now less confident than before. “Would you like to go out with me? Like on a date?” She asks, her eyes nervously trying to hold contact with your own.

You nodded quickly, eagerly and wrapped your arms back around her neck. “I would love that,” you say and pull her in again, lips connecting into a teethy kiss due to your constant grinning.

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Okay y’all this was my first time writing smut, I hope it’s alright 🙏

[sulumuns-dootah]

May i request a demons (particularly Abyssos (That's Beel's right???) + Andrealphus) with a reader that wants a piercing(s) but is scared of needles??

WHB demons w/ reader who hates needles but wants a piercing

⟡ Masterlist ⟡

Characters: Beelzebub, Bael, Stolas, Naberius, Amon, Andrealphus

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Beel is the easiest demon to go to for piercing in general

You don't even need to mention wanting one and he might give you one if he feels like it

So if you come to him and tell him what you want to get pierced, he'll just smirk and pull you in for a pretty heated makeout session

If you have still some senses left during it, it'll just feel like he's holding you in that place

After you pull away, you'll realise that the piercing is done when Beel starts admiring his work

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Bael would also most likely direct you to Beel as much as he doesn't want to

Though, he'll also understand if you don't want to get pierced by Beel

So he'll handle arranging the appointment and you can relax

On the day, he'll go with you and try to distract you from the needle as best as he can

His distractions work well and next thing you know, there's a new jewelry embeded into your skin

And since you did so well, he also has to give you a treat of your choosing for being so good for him :)

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"Huh? It ain't that bad. You've got nothing to be scared of."

At first, Stolas doesn't really get/trust you about this compeltely new fear to him

So he'll borderline bully you into scheduling an appointment

And only after you almost pass out while getting it, he'll believe you

But at that point you already have your desired piercing, so his approach worked, right?

It's not like you did pass out

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Just like Stolas, Naberius will encourage you to confront your fear

He'll go with you and hold your hand the whole time, distracting you by talking about a book he's read recently

It actually ends up working and soon enough, you're proudly showing your new jewelry

The new problem?

Now you want more of them bc only one looks too lonely

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Oof...

Not really the best choice when it come to this matter, to be honest

If you schedule an appointment, he'll go along with you, but will fall asleep on the nearest surface

Mission unsuccessful

If you really insist on getting one, he'll suggest getting one from Beel

And that would work if you even knew where to look for him :(

Maybe you should start looking into if in Hell, you can get piercing while drunk/high...

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I was gonna say Naberius is the best one to take along, but it's actually Andrealphus

His whole aura has such a calming effect on you that you don't even have a problem seeing the piercing needle go into your skin

Can't say the same thing about the demon piercing you, though

It's like they're trying hard to not shake from the intimidating blind gaze of the angel hunter

But they're still sweet to you and checking with you multiple times while taking each step

[blushhbambi]

okok so more on frat!rafe…what would the relationship be like after a few years??

mdniᝰ.ᐟ toxic relationship, emotional abuse gaslighting, housewife kink, possessiveness, mention of drugs... . ༉‧₊˚.

౨ৎ⊹ ࣪ ˖﹒ frat!rafe is very much traditional, especially taking into account his dad like he's literally a trust fund baby spoiled on daddys money. so I imagine he'd wanna stay together as you both got a little older. because he's so obsessed with how he's viewed he wants to go for the whole high school sweethearts thing where he wifes you up as soon as possible and gets you to move in with him. rafes already got the whole thing envisioned, coming home to his three kids and a dog whilst you make him dinner. he would never admit that it's because he's becoming more emotionally dependent on you though.

if you tried breaking up with him he would throw a hissy fit, yell and throw things and scream out how he's done so much for you. when you don't give in he devolves to crying, he doesn't full on sob, not untill he's totally desperate and realises your not actually joking. but he'll pace infront of you teary eyed with a sulky frown adorning his face while he huffs out angrily between sniffles about how hard he has it.

"who am I gonna go to when dad starts shit again huh?"

"the fuck would i do with out you baby— im a fuckin' mess—"

"you want me to start sniffing coke again—? fuckin' bet you would—"

he calms a bit as time passes, when he's sure you’ll stay. rafe finds out he might actually like spending his nights in, with you sprawled across him with your skin pressed together while he rubs his hands over your bare back in a tangled mess of sheets, more then his stupid frat parties. he just gets a little softer, especially since he's away from ward, in his little safe heaven with you.

rafe rarely crashes out now, when he does he reverts to staying quiet, ignoring you when you piss him off. you think its better then the screaming matches though. but he'll always feel you watching him, while he's sat on the porch with his furrowed brow and frown, sipping at his third beer and clenching his fists until he's in your lap again. when he moves on from his grudge he'll make you coffee in the morning and be extra touchy, maybe take you on a date if he's in the mood.

expects you to be a stay at home mom or some shit and tries to wean you off your job or finishing school, says your not made for that shit, your too soft, too perfect, too different from all those hardened working girls. anything you do he brushes off as a hobby, some girlie shit he could never understand. but god when he sees you cleaning the dishes, working on the garden plants, hell even making the bed it turns him the fuck on imagining you as his little wife. he'll come up behind you while your cooking dinner, letting him palm over you, roughly groping at your flesh while he buried his face into your hair, inhaling deeply. rafe thrives off of having something all to himself, all his... . ༉‧₊˚.

[xiuminuwu]

SIM DUMP

Finally managed to pick out four sims for my first "sim dump". I'm not gonna lie, I never really download sims myself so I'm not 100% sure how these posts are supposed to look like (tho I've done some research lol). If I do make any mistakes or forget to include something important please let me know and I'll do my best to fix it!

Download+CC Links: Patreon (always free)

I added some extra trivia about the sims and who they are in my game under the cut, mostly just for people who think those kind of things are fun. I always feel a bit silly when sharing storylines and stuff tho lol, so please don't laugh at me :')

Also, you obviously don't have to play them like this if you do end up downloading them, feel free to come up with whatever you want for them!

Viola, who has been turned human for this specific download, is actually a werewolf in my save😭😭 She lives in an old abandoned cottage with her two pack mates and is in a secret relationship with Ravenwood's vampire heiress.

Enrique is a model from Ciudad Enamorada who loves to indulge in all that life has to offer. He might appear a bit shallow to some, and might not be the type to settle down anytime soon, but he'll show you a good time! (He also has a chihuahua called Mimi who he spoils to death).

Hajoon is your good old eternal bachelor. With his friends all getting married and starting a family though, and he's starting to wonder if maybe it's time to also find something more permanent and settle down...

Yulia has only just started uni and feels like she has no idea what she's even doing there. She doesn't really know anyone (though she's never had trouble making friends), and has yet to decide what she actually wants to study.

[avengerofyourheart]

Seeing Red: Chapter Five [Bob Reynolds x Enhanced!Reader (F)]

Summary: A spontaneous moment of breaking and entering at the newly-inhabited Watchtower leads to a chance encounter between yourself and a mysterious man named Bob. One touch and he knows your darkest secret, but instead of turning you in, Bob claims you're "one of us". Can the uncontrollable power within you help you find where you truly belong, and along the way, perhaps lead you to the love of your life?

Characters: Bob Reynolds, Female reader (nickname Ember), John Walker, Bucky Barnes, Yelena Belova, Ava Starr, Alexei Shostako, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine (mentioned)

Warnings: child abuse, SA (vague mention), mention of self harm and food insecurity. Drug use. Mental illness. Homelessness. Eventual smut.

Word Count: 6.7k

Song Inspiration: The Red by Chevelle

A/N: Aaaaand the chapters keep getting longer lol. You're welcome I guess. I stand by my strong opinions about garlic bread. 😂 Fight me. Some of the moments I've been dying to share are in this chapter. I hope you enjoy it. 🥹 Please let me know your thoughts! I've had a rough week but still pushing through and writing cause I'm obsessed with Bob and this story. Love you all. ❤️

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Previously:

“It’s too bad, though,” you spoke up and he looked at you, curious. “I’d love to offer Valentina a nice, warm, lengthy handshake for her…generosity,” you said menacingly. 

Bob caught the threatening gleam in your eye. “She’d certainly deserve it.” 

You both smiled at the thought as the elevator rose to the seventeenth floor. 

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After a few hours of well-deserved couch rotting in front of the TV, Bob’s phone dinged with a notification that dinner was almost ready. You peeled yourself away from the comfy nest of blankets you’d created and followed Bob down the stairwell to the common area where a delicious smell was wafting toward you. The kitchen looked like a disaster with Walker flitting between different sauce pots and bowls with a peek in the oven at one point. 

Taking a seat on a barstool, you watched his movements for a few minutes and you could see the organization in the chaos. Bob slid into a seat beside you and you turned his way with a nudge of your knee to his. 

“Do you ever make any group meals?” you asked him. 

He shook his head. “Not really. I helped Yelena a couple of times, but that was mostly just stirring something on the stove and somehow it still burned.”

You smiled affectionately at the sweet man’s honesty. 

“No, I usually just help with the dishes afterward,” he confessed with a shrug. 

“A valiant contribution, indeed,” you assured him, placing a hand on his arm.

There was a sudden loud bang followed by, “Ah, shit!” 

Walker cried out and you felt Bob flinch on instinct before he could catch himself. After a second, he relaxed and you gripped his hand in yours. You watched him a moment before turning your focus to Walker. 

“What happened? Are you okay?” you asked the super soldier in concern. 

“Yeah…” he answered. “I didn’t realize that oven mitt was wet so the heat transferred. That hurt.” 

You hissed, inhaling through your teeth. “Ouch. I’ve been there. Can I help you with anything?” 

Walker looked around and then met your eye. “Yeah, maybe. Everything is close to done cause I wanted it all to be hot, but…if you wouldn’t mind draining the pastas and putting them in bowls?” 

“Yeah, no problem,” you agreed, giving Bob’s hand a squeeze and you met his eye with a smile. He returned it before releasing you. 

Walking around the island, you peered into the pots on the stove and your brow wrinkled. “You made three different types of pasta?” 

Walker let out a dry laugh. “Yeah. Some of these freaks are particular about the pasta they’ll eat so I’ve found it best to have a variety. I keep the sauces separate, too.” 

“Huh. That’s nice of you. It’s also kind of insane,” you admitted. 

Walker laughed, stirring one of the sauces. “You’re not wrong. The colander is in that cupboard up there and they should all be ready to be drained.”

“Okay. Do you rinse your pasta afterward?” you asked.

He paused, peering over his shoulder at you. “Uh…am I supposed to?” 

“Not necessarily. Some people like the starch, some don’t. There’s also the theory of what’s best if you’re adding the sauce directly to the noodles, or the possibility of reserving pasta water to add to said sauces, but to each their own.” 

He nodded, thinking that over. “Huh. Well, I guess dealers choice then. Or chef’s choice. Whatever you normally do.” 

Nodding once, you nestled the metal colander into the pot and then let the water drain into the sink, leaving the pasta in the pot. 

“Damn,” Walker uttered and you glanced his way. “That’s a much better way of doing it. I’ve been putting the thing in the sink and pouring it all, splashing hot water everywhere.” 

You shrugged, pouring the drained pasta into a waiting serving bowl. “I’ve learned something new from everyone I’ve met in kitchens. I’m happy to spread the knowledge.” 

Within ten minutes, you and Walker had set out the spaghetti, bowtie, and penne pasta noodles, along with the three sauces he had prepared: seafood Alfredo, traditional bolognese, and a plain red marinara sauce. Walker pulled a previously made salad from the fridge cause even superheroes needed to eat their vegetables. There was freshly shredded parmesan for the pasta, along with a jar of the powdered fake cheese. Apparently, it was a requirement for the group, but you weren’t at liberty to say who requested it. 

(It was Bucky.) 

The rest of the Thunderbolts had slowly arrived while you were busy, the team hovering around the island awaiting the ‘okay’ to dig in. 

“The garlic bread!” Walker cried out, remembering the items in the oven. 

He grabbed a dry oven mitt and pulled the sheet pan out and set it on the cooling rack. The three loaves of bread were wrapped in foil and smelled like heaven. Catching Walker’s eye, he heaved a sigh of relief and nodded to you that all was well. 

“Alright, dig in, you animals,” he declared, opening one of the wrapped loaves of bread and impatiently picking out a hot slice. You watched him juggle it slightly in his hands and then blow on the slice before taking a bite. 

Leaning against the counter, you waited with arms crossed. 

After a second bite, Walker finally offered his review. “Okay. Yours is much better. I guess you can stay a while longer.” 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Gee, thanks.” 

Glancing over at Bob, you caught his eye and he still sat at the island with his chin in his hand, watching you. You sent him a wink and he turned scarlet red in about .3 seconds. Laughing, you walked around the far side of the counter and stepped into his space. 

“Come on. Let’s eat,” you urged, and he followed. 

The team had already piled their plates high, many of them already taking multiple slices of the bread as you and Bob approached with empty plates to fill. 

“Hey, leave some for the rest of us,” you spoke up. 

Yelena mumbled through the half a slice already in her mouth. “No promises. You weren’t lying. I’ll marry you for it.” 

Ava snorted, dropping the tongs she was holding to dish out her salad. 

You grinned. “I appreciate that, Yelena, but I’m not quite ready to settle down yet. I’ll take your proposal into consideration, though.” 

“The chef boss knows what he’s speaks of! I’d be happy to have you as my daughter-in-law, Ember,” Alexei declared, holding a slice of bread in each hand.

“What the hell are you guys talking about?” said Bucky as he entered the room, still in his congressman suit with his tie loosened and the top shirt button undone. 

Ava explained. “Ember’s garlic bread recipe makes her marriage material, according to her old boss.”

Bucky’s head swiveled toward you in confusion.  

You dropped your head in your hands before daring to meet Bucky’s eye. “It’s a long, weird story, trust me. But the bread is good, I stand by that.” 

“Huh. Good to know. I’ll have to try some,” he said, then digging a hand into his pocket and pulling out a cell phone. “For you.”

“Oh,” you said, accepting it. “Thank you. Any…restrictions? Rules? Data limits?” 

Bucky shook his head. “Nope. I’d be careful who you share the number with, though. Also steer clear of any suspicious contacts or online activity, anything that might put you on the FBI watch list,” he joked with a smile.

“Noted. Okay, thanks,” you repeated, slipping the phone in your hoodie’s pocket. 

Bob had been waiting for you with two full plates with a little of everything to try, so you gratefully accepted one and the pair of you joined everyone else around the coffee table. There were several minutes that passed in silence, the only noise being the obscene sounds of eating and the occasional awkward moan of enjoyment. Music to your ears. At one point, Bucky had returned after changing clothes and joined with a plate of food. Taking a bite of garlic bread, he then raised it in your direction. 

“Someone better put a ring on it.” 

You snorted into your pasta and nearly choked, a gentle pat on the back from Bob continuing until you recovered. 

“Sorry,” you croaked, taking a sip of water. “Thank you,” you directed at Bob. 

“So what’s the selection for tonight?” Ava spoke up as she leaned back on the couch. “Whose turn is it?” 

You looked at Bob in confusion, he swallowed a bite and then leaned in. “Movie night.” 

Nodding slowly in understanding, you dug back into your food. 

“I think last time was Alexei’s turn, but we all vetoed his choice of ‘Eastern Promises’,” Yelena explained with her mouth full. 

“What, I am not allowed to miss the old country?” Alexei defended himself.

“It’s also depressing as hell,” Walker countered. “I think it’s Ava’s turn. But none of that foreign film crap, okay? I don’t like having to read and watch a movie at the same time. “

Ava rolled her eyes and mumbled something that sounded like “uncultured swine”. 

“Alright, fine, I’ll think of something else,” Ava relented. 

As the team finished their meals, they brought their dirty dishes to the sink and filled it with hot soapy water to soak. You and Bob were the last to eat so once you emptied your plates, he gathered them both and carried them to the kitchen. You followed, rolling up your sleeves and bringing over the pots and pans to soak as well. 

“You don’t have to do dishes, you know, since you already helped with dinner,” Bob told you, taking the pans from you. 

“I don’t mind,” you shrugged. “Plus it’s mostly rinsing, since you guys have a dishwashing machine. We’ll be done in no time. Many hands make light work,” you said, bumping his hip with yours so you’d have room at the sink. 

Bob smiled and relented. “True.” 

The task took less than twenty minutes and soon you were wiping off the counters as Bob loaded the last of the dishes. Walking over to the massive pantry, you stepped inside and scanned the shelves in search of a particular item. 

“Aha!” you exclaimed in victory, exiting the pantry with a box of microwave popcorn packages.

At that moment, you heard the ding sound of two different phone alerts. Surprised, you pulled your brand new phone out of your pocket to see a text from Yelena that the movie was starting in fifteen minutes. Looking up, you saw Bob showing the same text on his own phone. 

“Bucky must have already loaded the numbers into the phone. That was nice of him,” you said, tapping on the contacts app. “I have your number, too,” you grinned.

Touching on his contact info, you typed a few words and sent the text.

Bob looked down at the alert on his own phone.  

Hi, Bob. :) 

“And now you have mine,” you told him with a smile. 

He grinned back, taking the box of popcorn. “We better get these in the microwave so we don’t miss the movie.” 

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After a bit more deliberation, Ava had finally chosen a movie by the time you and Bob got there. The theater room was on the sixth floor and with bags of popcorn to microwave and carry, you were past the appointed time. The grumbling from the team stopped once they saw what you had brought. You were still in support of a popcorn machine in the future, but this would do for now. 

The theater had a large projection screen on one wall and three rows of comfy chairs that reclined. Walker was already camped out on the back row left of center and Alexei commandeered the right side, already takin over two chairs by himself. Yelena and Ava had chosen the front row with a few seats between them and it looked like Bucky wouldn’t be joining. 

That left the center row for you and Bob. He sat down and you handed a bag of popcorn to everyone before you settled in the chair next to Bob. Yelena got up and opened a mini fridge under the screen that you hadn’t noticed, asking if anyone wanted a bottled or canned drink. Everyone shouted out their requests and she either handed or tossed it to them. She may have shaken a can of Pepsi a few extra times before throwing it to Walker at the back row. 

“Gee, thanks,” he muttered. 

Ava tapped a touchscreen on the wall and the projector came to life, the opening credits rolling before she dimmed the lights. 

“Did she say what the movie was?” you leaned into Bob and he shook his head. 

A surprise. Okay then. 

The movie opened with someone balancing their checkbook, a task that seemed lost to the younger generations and you were only vaguely aware of the ancient act. The man then moved on to an internet dating site on a laptop and trying leave a “wink” for a certain woman, the object of his affection. 

Walker muttered something involving the word “boring” and the rest of the room all shushed him. 

“Just watch the movie, adrenaline junkie. I think even you will like it,” Ava shouted back toward the super soldier. 

He quieted down and you watched the story unfold as Walter Mitty received the news that he was losing his job from a man with a terrible beard. 

“Hey, that’s the guy from Severance!” Walker piped up again, receiving another chorus of shushes. 

In charge of a very important camera film negative, Walter was distraught to find it missing. He decided to find the photographer himself and ask about the lost negative. The montage sequence as he bought a plane ticket, ran for the airport, and boarded was accompanied by a beautiful song you’d like to know the name of. An overhead shot of the runway showed as the plane took off, paired with a creative quoting of the beautiful motto from Life Magazine 

“To see the world, things dangerous to come to, to see behind walls, draw closer, to find each other and to feel. That is the purpose of life.”

You found yourself captured by his journey, the risks he took by following the footsteps of a mysterious man, one clue at a time. From jumping out of a helicopter into shark-infested waters and skateboarding toward an active volcano he couldn’t pronounce to taking a chance in talking to the woman he cared for, it was all truly incredible. 

Bob made a few small comments during the movie, but so quietly that you had to lean closer to hear and soon you found yourself pressed into his side the last half of the movie. He didn’t seem to mind, though. 

Try as you might to stay awake, your lids felt heavier and heavier just as Walter Mitty was starting to hike the Himalayan Mountains. At some point you stopped fighting it and fell asleep, feeling comfortable and warm and safe. You dreamed of flying, soaring above the clouds, but somehow you knew you weren’t in an airplane. Below you could see rivers and mountains, spotting the occasional city. Soon your dream shifted into utter nonsense and then flashes of images before it all faded away.

The first thing you became conscious of was a steady beat, like the sound of a drum. You were still much too comfortable to move, but soon your consciousness broke through and you became more aware of your surroundings. Blinking in the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusted to see the theater room and the movie screen that was now dark. No one else seemed to be around except the man beside you, who you were currently using as a pillow. The sound of a drum you now recognized was Bob’s heartbeat as you rested your head on his shoulder. 

His breathing remained steady, so he must have still been unconscious. You really hated to wake him, knowing how he struggled to sleep. Closing your eyes, you let the rise and fall of your breaths mirror his, and within a few minutes you rejoined him in slumber. 

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Your next waking was a tad less pleasant, the smell of charred wood wrinkling your nose. This time you recognized where you were almost immediately. Despite ignoring what you knew you’d find if you looked around, you still heard the words you hoped to someday forget. 

“What have you done, you demon girl?” 

Instead, you aimed your focus on the man beside you who didn’t belong there. Neither of you did. Your hand was in Bob’s and his eyes were unfocused, unseeing. Squeezing his loose grip, you also raised a hand and pressed it to his cheek, trying to wake him. 

“Bob? Bob, wake up, I think we’re both sleeping,” you told him, ignoring the screaming around you. 

“You should be in prison, or better yet, in hell!!” 

“Bob?” 

Finally he blinked a few times and after a moment his gaze found yours before surveying the scene. 

“Ember? I—oh, god—“

Bob jerked away in the theater lounge chair, pulling you to consciousness with him. He removed his hand from yours and dropped his head to his knees. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” he mumbled, guilt soaking through his apology. 

Still trying to fully awake yourself, you blinked a few times and reached for him, wrapping a hand around his upper arm as you rested your forehead against his shoulder blade. 

“It’s okay, Bob. I’m okay.” You assured him, rubbing a hand against his back. “Bob, look at me.” 

He resisted, his breaths jagged and shuddering. 

“Bob.” 

In time, he relented, unfolding himself to sitting, but with eyes downcast. 

“I’ve had that dream a thousand times. I’m pretty bored of it, actually. Kinda lost its zest, ya know? Like give me some new nightmare to relive, god…” you attempted to joke. 

Bob huffed out a thick laugh, meeting your eye. “Yeah. I’m so—“

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” you stopped him gently. “I know you are.” 

He sat back against the chair and pointed his gaze upward, steadying his breathing. 

“You were right,” you said and his head rolled to face you. “These chairs are very comfy for sleeping. What time is it?”

This time you were able to check on your own phone, seeing that it was just after 4 o’clock in the morning. You showed him and he rubbed his eyes. “Early.” 

“Yeah. I could still use a few more hours. You wanna go back?” you asked, vaguely alluding to his place. Your shared space? Still undetermined. 

Bob shook his head. “I think I’ll stay here.” 

“You sure?” 

He nodded with a steeply smile tinged with a sadness that broke your heart. 

“Okay.” You stood, but kept his hand in yours, giving it another squeeze before pulling away. 

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Waking up in a bed was a touch more pleasant, but being alone this time drained it of some joy. Light filtered through a crack in the door and you could hear someone talking at a whisper. Curious, you slipped out a bed and approached. Opening the door, you spotted Bob who was currently pacing the living room floor and muttering something under his breath. 

“Bob?” 

He startled at your voice, then calming at the sight of you, offering a smile. “Morning. Again.” 

You returned the smile. “Morning. What’s happening?” 

Bob fidgeted with his shirtsleeves and paced another rotation. “I have therapy today.” 

You waited for more, but then assumed that was the entire answer to your question. 

“Oh. Okay.” 

“I want to tell them about you,” he blurted out in a string of words. 

You raised your eyebrows, intrigued. “Oh? Tell them what about me?” 

Bob blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I just meant…they should know that there’s someone new to the Tower and I thought…not that you need to see the same one, but if you wanted to, there are people you could talk to. But you don’t have to, I just thought…” 

You caught on to his meaning. “I see. Um…I’m open to it. I’ve seen a few therapists over the years, but that was usually court appointed or ‘strongly encouraged’ by a social worker, so…It was never someone consistent and since my… abilities…were a secret, there wasn’t much they could do...” 

A look of concern painted over his features. “Sure. Yeah. I get it.” 

You shrugged. “But these shrinks are probably more adept to our level of…challenge, so…yeah. I’ll talk to them. Or whoever.” 

Bob let out a smile, seeming more relaxed. “Okay.” 

Stepping toward him, you narrowed your eyes. “Were you nervous to ask me that?” 

His gaze shot to you. “Um…a little.” 

“The ‘tell them bout me’ part or the ‘hook me up with a therapist’ part,” you teased, now mere inches away. 

You got a full-on grin from him that time. “The therapist part.” 

“Uh huh…” you said, unconvinced, but you just grabbed his hand. “Come on. I’m hungry.” 

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It was late afternoon when you found yourself alone in Bob’s quarters, lounging on the couch with a movie playing. You had spent the late morning in the common room with Ava, attempting more of your knitting project while she worked on her crocheting. Alexei wandered in at some point and asked if anyone wanted to order food. According to Ava, that was his most consistent contribution to meals and it was best for everyone. 

After lunch, you gathered your knitting and made your way up the stairs to Bob’s place. You now had full access to roam around the building, thanks to Bucky. He had shown up at breakfast with some sort of small machine that took your thumbprint and scanned your retinas for the biometrics to add to the Tower’s system. Bucky apologized for the delay, he had needed to borrow the machine from Valentina through her assistant and from what you gathered, it took some convincing. They were asking questions about who it was for, it seemed, and Bucky wasn’t as forthcoming as Valentina would have liked. It could have been Bucky’s idea to evade, but after the conversation you had with Bob, you had an inkling that he might have made the request to keep your identity unknown. 

Regardless, you were grateful as you stepped into the small apartment on the seventeenth floor. You moved quietly, the thought occurring to you that Bob may have returned already after therapy and perhaps he needed time to himself to process his experience. In your limited time in therapy, sessions could be incredibly draining, finding yourself exhausted and emotionally raw afterward. Tiptoeing past the kitchen, you peeked around and didn’t see Bob on the couch. A glance at the second not-a-bedroom room showed the door wide open and the space dark. It seemed he hadn’t yet returned. 

Glancing at the microwave that read half past three o’clock, you tried not to feel too disappointed. Therapy was important for Bob and you weren’t sure the length of his sessions, but you couldn’t help but miss him. It was strange to think of how little time had passed since you’d arrived at the Tower. It was remarkable how comfortable you already felt with everyone and most were more than welcoming. Some were still warming up to you. Your time spent with Bob was different, though. It was…more. 

You didn’t know what that meant yet, however. 

Taking a few minutes to figure out the TV remote, you searched the apps and were able to find The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, much to your delight. You were still sad you’d fallen asleep and missed the end. It occurred to you that maybe Bob might have missed part of it as well, so you thought you could save that for later. Instead, you clicked on a movie that looked intriguing, full of fantasy and magic, about a fallen star in human form and the adventures of a man who lived on the other side of the wall. 

Later, you were still watching the movie, having paused it a few times to watch knitting YouTube tutorials on your phone. They did help you to understand certain transitions and stitches in your ongoing project and you were mid-stitch when Bob walked through the door. You sat up straight and paused the movie, watching him a moment. Bob looked exhausted, hanging his head with a few strands of hair shielding his eyes. 

“Hi,” you quietly announced yourself and he looked up in surprised. 

“Hey,” Bob replied with a weary smile, heading your way and taking a seat on the couch. “I wasn’t sure you’d be here.” 

You pondered the meaning behind that statement, but chose to ignore it and move on. “I wandered a little, but I found myself here. Bucky got me into the biometrics.” 

He nodded. “Good. That’s good.” 

Bob fell silent for a few moments, laying his head back on the couch. 

“How’d it go?” you asked. 

He lifted a single shoulder and rubbed his eyes. “Okay, I guess.”

The moment lingered again. 

“If you want some time alone, I can go—“

“No, don’t,” he spoke up quickly, reaching a hand toward you, but then dropping it to rest on the couch cushion between you. “I…I don’t want you to go. I just think…I’m all talked out for the moment.” 

You nodded. “Understandable. I was watching a movie, if you want to join me. No need to talk. Or if you’re tired, you’re welcome to the bedroom. Your bedroom, I mean. To sleep,” you clarified with a smile. 

He tried to mirror your smile, but it looked like a huge effort so he dropped it, letting out a deep breath. “I’m tired…but I don’t think I could sleep. My head feels…too heavy.” 

Shifting on the couch to face the TV, you crossed your legs and leveled out the blanket on your lap before adding a pillow. 

“Come on,” you urged him, patting the pillow on your lap lightly. “Lay down for me.” 

Bob’s looked at you skeptically, but with more urging, he tipped his long body sideways and laid his head on your lap. He pulled his legs up to rest on the couch’s armrest with arms hugging his body. 

“Are you comfortable?” you asked. 

Bob nodded, a motion you felt through the pillow. “Yeah,” he mumbled. 

Turning down the volume, you pressed play on the movie again. After a few minutes, you lightly brushed one finger across Bob’s temple to sweep the hair out of his eyes. He let out what sounded like a contented sigh. Feeling braver, you began to gently run your fingers through his brunet strands, occasionally scraping your nails against his scalp lightly.

“Is this okay?” you asked at a whisper.

“Mmm. Feels nice,” he mumbled again, sounding relaxed and close to falling asleep. 

The movie played on and you continued your ministrations. 

“This movie’s weird. Is that pirate ship flying?” Bob asked sleepily. 

You chuckled quietly. “Yeah. I can tell you the story later.” 

He made a noncommittal noise before his breathing evened out, finally asleep.

Hours later, you woke up on the couch in the same position with Bob on your lap, but at some point he had shifted onto his back with his feet hanging off the end of the couch. He looked fully relaxed and at peace for the first time since you’d met him. Your heart ached, knowing the weight of his past and the fear of an unknown future he carried. You felt the urge to move and stretch your legs, but you didn’t want to wake him. You had fallen asleep with one hand in Bob’s hair and the other resting on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breaths. One of your legs was definitely asleep and there was soon going to be an urgent need to visit the bathroom. 

Beginning to comb your fingers through his hair again, Bob slowly awoke, reaching up to scratch an itch on his nose and shifting against the pillow. Slowly, he blinked awake, eyes unfocused until they discovered your face above him. 

“Oh.” 

You smiled. “Hi. Feeling more rested?” 

He nodded, rubbing his eyes. “Yeah. Thank you for that.” 

“Any time,” you assured him as he swung his feet to the floor and sat up. You missed the warmth of him, but sighed in relief to be able to straighten your limbs. Gingerly walking on legs still waking up, you visited the bathroom and then came out to Bob with his phone in his hand. 

“We’re missing dinner, I guess,” Bob remarked, gesturing to the messages he was reading. “Sorry.” 

Pulling out your own phone, you just shrugged. “It’s fine. Yelena says there are leftovers. They’re still down in the commons.” 

Bob nodded, tossing his phone onto the couch cushion. “I don’t really feel like hanging out with people right now.” 

Biting back a smile at not being included as unwelcome ‘people’, you nodded. “Okay. Are you hungry? Maybe we can find something here…” you trailed off, heading for the kitchenette cupboards.

Bob rose to join you, opening the fridge to view its contents. 

“Do you have milk?” you asked. 

“Yeah. I like cold cereal in the mornings sometimes. Or late nights. Any hour, really,” he confessed. 

Laughing, you nodded in agreement. “Okay. What about butter?” 

Eyebrows scrunched, he checked the designated area in the door of the fridge. Holding up an unwrapped stick of butter, he held it out to show you. 

“Perfect! How good are you at boiling water?” 

Bob huffed out a laugh. “It’s touch and go sometimes, but I think I can rise to the occasion.” 

You pulled a box of Kraft Mac n Cheese out from behind your back and presented it like an item on The Price is Right. 

“Would you like another cooking lesson?” you challenged him. 

Grin stretching wide across his face, he nodded. “Sure.” 

After a moment of searching, you found a medium-sized sauce pot with a lid and you instructed Bob to fill it with water to boil. 

“Much of what’s important about cooking is reading instructions carefully, double checking you have all the ingredients needed, and setting a timer. Super lame, but it does make life easier,” you told him.  

Bob nodded, setting the pot of water on the stove burner. You turned the flame on high and put the lid on the pot. After searching a few drawers, you found a set of measuring cups and a wooden spoon. They didn’t seem to have been used recently, so you gave them a quick wash. 

“So, there is difference between dry and liquid measuring cups. That can be an important detail when baking and measurements have to be super precise, but since I don’t see a liquid measuring cup in your cupboards, we’ll just use dry. I don’t think it will ruin our gourmet Mac and Cheese today,” you explained.

“Does it have, like, a handle and the spout for pouring?” Bob asked. “Yeah, I don’t think I have one of those.” 

“That’s exactly what I mean. But that’s okay, we’ll make do,” you said, moving on to the butter. “So the recipe on the box says four tablespoons of butter. Any guesses how much of this stick we should use?”

Bob’s eyes grew wide. “Uh…nope.” 

“Most people can’t tell off the top of their heads, either, so they started putting tally marks on the wrapper. See?” you pointed out, holding the butter up for Bob. 

He leaned in, squinting. “Huh. I never noticed that. Eight tablespoons per stick?” 

“Yup. And one stick also equals half a cup. Not important right now, though. So we’ll need half of this stick of butter,” you instructed, then noticing the water. “Ooh! Pasta water is boiling. We can pour in the macaroni.”

You handed the box to Bob and he opened it, aiming to pour the contents but you stopped him.

“Wait! We need to pull out the cheese dust package out first.”

Bob peered inside, pulling out the white envelope. “Right. Got it,” he said, pink dusting his cheeks. He poured the pasta in and you helped set a timer on the microwave. 

“And now we wait,” you told him, leaning a hip against the counter. “Do you like to add anything to your Mac and cheese?”

“Um…hot sauce,” he confessed, pulling a small bottle of sriracha down from the top of the fridge to set on the counter. “Yelena got me into it.” 

“Nice. That’s a good combo,” you agreed. 

“What about you?” he asked.

“Um…” you thought a moment. “Salt and black pepper. Red pepper flakes sometimes. If I’m feeling adult, I’ll add something healthy and green like broccoli or peas. Oh! I do stir in a spoonful of cream cheese sometimes. Really good.” 

Bob tilted his head, considering. “Huh. I’d try that.” 

He reached into a cupboard and brought out shakers of black pepper and salt to set next to the hot sauce.

“I don’t think I have the other stuff.” 

You smiled. “Maybe next time.” 

“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning. “So, what do you do while you’re waiting for stuff to cook? I always lose track of time and burn something or pull it out too soon.”

 “It happens. That’s what timers are for. Although, I have set a two minute timer, turned around to do something else and by the time it goes off, I’ve already forgotten what it was for,” you confessed.

Bob laughed. “Nice. That’s really helpful.” 

You raised your hands in surrender. “Hey, I never said it was a perfect system. Plus, with a quick scan of my surroundings, I usually remember why I set the timer. Eventually. Hopefully, not too late.” 

After an easy few moments of silence, Bob picked up the salt, pepper, and hot sauce. Taking a step back from you, he raised his arms and after a moment of hesitation, he tossed the pepper in the air and began to juggle. 

“On top of sign twirling, I also learned how to juggle in a chicken suit,” Bob said, sticking his tongue out in concentration. 

Laughing, you watched as he kept the three items in the air for quite some time until he lost rhythm and the black pepper flew out of his arms toward you. Startled, you attempted to catch it, but in that motion, a few grounds of pepper poured out and you unintentionally breathed them in. Inhaling deeply, you tried to wave a hand in front of your nose to staunch the urge to sneeze. 

“Cucumber! Cucumber!” Bob began chanting, baffling you. 

“What the fu—“ you uttered, but you were unable to stop the sneeze.

Turning your head toward the sink, you finally let out a sneeze and to your horror, a few sparks also shot out, igniting a roll of paper towels on the counter. Letting out a scream, you reached for the roll to stop the growing flames, but instead you knocked it into the sink. 

“Watch out!” Bob shouted and you ducked just in time to watch him launch the contents of the pot into the sink, noodles and all, extinguishing the flames. 

You stared in shock for a few moments, then turning to Bob with pot still in hand. 

“That was quick thinking,” you told him. “I was just going to turn on the faucet, though.” 

He blinked a few times. “Oh. That would have been better. Sorry.” 

You shrugged with a laugh. “Can’t argue with results,” you said, gesturing to the mess. 

And then the smoke alarm when off. 

Both you and Bob sprang into action, waving a towel and an oven mitt at the alarm to stop the incessant beeping until finally, the apartment was quiet. 

Bob smiled at the absurdity, both of you breaking out into laughter. Catching your eye, Bob quirked his head then, stepping closer to you. He held your gaze with a new level of intensity. 

“Your eyes…there’s a ring of red on the outside of your irises…” 

“Right, uh…” you scrunched your eyes closed, ducking your head. “I forgot. That happens sometimes when I lose control. Or maybe all the time, just no one nearby chooses to tell me. Don’t worry, it’ll go away soon.” 

“Wait…” Bob spoke gently, touched a finger to the under your chin, urging you to look his way. When you finally did, there was an expression of tenderness, possibly affection, there. “I think it’s amazing,” he said, in awe. “Does it hurt?” 

You shook your head slowly, still in his grasp and registering the nearness between you. “No. I’m okay.” 

Bob smiled, shifting his hand to cup your cheek, his gaze flickering to your lips. A new and separate heat kindled within you, your heartbeat quickening. 

BANG.

The loud sound of a collision startled you. Within half a second, you found yourself with a view of Bob’s back as he put himself between the front door and you. 

Another loud bang and the door gave way. Pouring in was Walker with his taco shield followed by Yelena with a fire extinguisher and seconds later, Ava phased through the wall. 

“Where’s the…the fire, is everything…are you all okay?” Walker stammered, his stance looking ready for a fight. 

“I can’t read the instructions—is this thing expired?” Yelena shouted, looking around for the threat, but only finding you peeking around Bob, who was standing at his full height, arms out wide in defense. 

“What just happened? Are you okay, Bob?” Ava asked, stepping closer. “We heard the alarm.” 

Ducking in mortification, you hid behind Bob again, resting your forehead against his back. 

Bob spoke up first. “Everything’s fine, it was just a… did you break my door?” 

“We thought you were in flames or something! There’s no time for knocking. What set off the alarm?” Yelena asked, abandoning the useless fire extinguisher. 

“N—nothing. We’re fine, it was just an accident. I sneezed and the paper towels caught fire—“ you tried to explain with a gesture to the sink, but you were interrupted. 

“A sneeze?” Walker shouted. “Jesus Christ, one bad cold and we could all die a fiery death any day n—“

“GET OUT.” 

Bob bellowed the command, his voice louder than you’d ever heard. The rest of the team froze with eyes wide. 

“Bob, we…we were just worried, we didn’t mean….” Yelena stepped forward, her eyes flickering to you. “We’re sorry. You’re really okay?”

Bob inhaled and let out a deep exhale, evening out his breathing. “I know,” he finally spoke, sounding calmer. “I appreciate your concern, but it…it’s been a challenging day and I don’t appreciate people bursting into my private space.” 

“Yeah, but she—“ Walker started, pointing a finger to you. 

“She was invited,” Bob said sternly, with force. “Please leave.” 

“Sorry, Bob. Ember,” Ava nodded to you both before phasing out of the room. 

Bob held the bearded man’s gaze until he stalked out of the room, muttering angrily. Yelena remained, picking up the extinguisher. 

“I’m sorry. You’re right, we should have checked in first. But I do think we should talk about this at a later time. Have some sort of…protocol, I don’t know,” the blonde said with a shrug. 

Bob sagged slightly, nodding. “Yeah. Okay.” 

Yelena nodded once, catching your eye. “I’m glad you’re okay, too, Ember. You two have a good night.” 

“Thanks. Night,” you finally spoke up as she retreated. 

Bob turned to face you, finding you with your head in your hands. 

“God, I’m so embarrassed,” you mumbled. 

He grasped your wrists lightly and tugged, until you relented. Meeting his eye, there was still a glimmer of silver in his eyes from his confrontation with Walker. You didn’t know exactly what it meant, but there was a pattern emerging. 

“Are you really okay?” he asked, searching your face. 

Shaking your head slowly, you could feel the heat racing under your skin. “No, I uh…I think the adrenaline and from the spark, I—I need some fresh air.” 

Bob’s brow furrowed in concern. “Okay,” he replied, thinking a moment. “How are you with heights?”

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Chapter Six>>>>Coming soon!!

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EMINEM AS YOUR CLIENT 🌶️ - Headcanon

Eminem/Marshall Mathers x Escort!Reader

Coco’s Note : hi guys ❤️. I hope you enjoy these little HCs with this new pairing. I would actually love to write some one shots with this pairing, so if y’all have any ideas, feel free to request. 🙈.

- For obvious reasons, his identity was not disclosed prior to your first rendezvous.

- It happened in a swanky hotel he was staying at, on a trip. Mostly because he needed company. And also because he wouldn’t have been comfortable doing that in Detroit.

- Loneliness isn’t exactly easy to deal with and, let’s be real, dating kind if sucks for someone in his position. That’s why he hired you for a night.

- The rendezvous doesn’t happen in his suite though. He got another suite just for his time with you. Partly because he values his privacy and his possessions would give too much away. And partly because part of him is a tiny bit ashamed of hiring a professional so compartmentalizing feels safer, in a way.

- Sometimes, client give your agency their preferences and requests. He didn’t. Simply requested someone « nice, lowkey and elegant ».

- When you show up and he opens the door, you don’t recognize him at first. He looks far more normal. Still charismatic, though. You assume he’s just another loaded client. Its when he speaks and introduces himself as Marshall that you realize who he is.

- You would have expected him to be cocky but he’s not. If anything, he comes across as a little awkward, maybe nervous, even. However, he’s very polite and soft-spoken, offers you water and a place to put your bag.

- You’re used to easing clients in. Your work persona is subtle and flirty. You kindly explain the process and the « ground rules » as is customary (shower first, mandatory condom, consent, and if there’s something he’s not comfortable with, he can tell you to stop at any point).

- He nods. It’s pretty obvious that he’s done that before. Enough times to be familiar with what’s about to happen, not often enough to be fully comfortable.

- You let him shower first and go second. Since you did not get any outfit instructions, you decided to go for an elegant black lace lingerie set. And the look he gives you when you come back to the suite tells you you made the right choice.

- If it weren’t enough, he compliments you and tells you you’re gorgeous.

- You offer to start with a massage, to make him more comfortable. You’re not in a rush, since he paid for a full night.

- You feel him gradually relax underneath your touch during the massage. When he finally turns around, his arousal now evident, he stares at you intently and you can tell he’s ready.

- He sits up and stays silent for a second, obviously pondering some matter, then raises an eyebrow before asking « kissing ok ? ».

- You smile and nod before leaning in, though you let him take the lead and initiate the kiss. And as soon as his lips touch yours, you can tell this is not going to be your worst client. Far from it. At this point, you can’t speak for his bed skills. But it’s obvious that, in the very least, the man is a seasoned kisser.

- Contrary to some of your colleagues, you never refused to kiss a client. But you have to admit that, usually, kisses are usually sub-par. Marshall Mathers however ? Best kisser you’ve ever met on the job.

- As things escalate, you can tell he’s not as confident with his bedroom skills as he is with his kissing skills. He’s not bad at it by any means, though. Maybe it’s because it’s been a longtime. Maybe it’s because you’re a professional, who knows?

- You’re not dumb and you’re very aware that usually, clients are different with you than with other partners. Some people take the opportunity to explore some kinks they can’t reveal to their partners. Others, on the other hand, stick to the basics, as if telling you what they really like would give away too much of who they are as a person. Marshall is like this.

- However, this is not your first rodeo, and you’ve learned to read cues. You quickly understand that, while missionary is fine and « satisfactory », it’s not what really gets him off, but he’s too polite to tell you. You could just lie here and he’d still come (eventually), but where’s the fun in that ? Or, more accurately : he’s one of the « biggest » clients you’ve had, you want to make a good impression and experience has taught you that, the better you are at your job, the bigger the tip.

- As soon as you whisper-ask the question « do you want me to get on top? » it’s like flipping a switch. Less than a second later, he’s wrapping an arm around you and flipping you over so that you’re on top. And his facial expression tells you everything you need to know.

- He also happens to be very receptive to your own cues. One of those clients who need their egos stroked, probably. He knows he’s the paying customer and it’s about him. But the idea that he could make you come if he tried? Yeah, he likes that.

- In fact, he does try. At first, he subtle, and he’s reacting to your own cues, the way you breathe, your moans and gasps. As a professional, your focus is on the client, so you’ll never say things like « just like that », but he can quickly tell if there’s something you like. That angle that makes you gasp? The way you bite your lip? Yep. He catches on quickly.

- Your personal rule is pretty simple : you allow yourself to have pleasure but you don’t especially seek it. You’re not going to hide your pleasure, but you don’t simulate either. Basically : You’re here to make the client come, not the other way around.

- But some clients get off on seeing you get off and Marshall Mathers is one of those ones. And if they want to try and take you there? Yeah, you’ll let them (as soon as your boundaries are respected).

- He’s very sweet, polite and respectful about it, too. He actually asks if you mind, before he tries something.

- Overall, as a client, he’s good. Obviously, it doesn’t compare to an actual passionate one night stand (not the same vibe, you know?). But it’s still solid. Definitely not the worst you’ve had. Maybe one of the bests, too.

- When it’s over, he’s not the type to linger, get emotional or seek some other form of intimacy. Lots of clients do, but not him. He’s not the type to use you as a therapist, get personal or disclose why he chose to hire an escort.

- That being said, he lingers a bit, takes time to catch his breath. He doesn’t talk much but he’s not fleeing just yet. He takes his time. He’s the one who paid for the suite anyway.

- He kindly asks if you’re alright before getting up to get rid of the condom and get dressed.

- He’s actually not the type to just toss the rubber aside and let you deal with it. Not just because he’s polite, though. Because he’s just paranoid enough to want to ensure that you’re not going to do anything weird with his jizz (like impregnating yourself and sue him for custody in nine months). He hired you from a high-end and reputable escort agency (that takes care of NDAs and stuff), but he’d rather be safe than sorry (you wouldn’t believe how many weird people he’s encountered over the years).

- He takes a quick shower and comes back fully dressed. Before going back to his own suite, he hands you a small stack of $100 bills. You’re too classy to count in front of him but there’s about $1000. Tips usually transit via the agency service but lots of clients also tip directly, with bills. Helps ensure the money goes to you directly.

- He politely thanks you. The exchange is brief but not too awkward. « Room’s paid for the night. Feel free to order something to eat. On me. There’s a complimentary breakfast, too » he kindly informs you, before heading out.

- A couple days later, you get your payment from the agency. He also tipped you via their service. Most of the time, you don’t get feedback (it usually doesn’t happen unless clients complain about one of the escorts) so you’re not surprised that there’s no note.

- You don’t overthink it. As far as you’re concerned, he was a pleasant client but a pretty standard one for a high-end escort such as yourself. You’re very factual about it and assume that you’re not the first professional he hires (true) nor the last, so you don’t waste time wondering whether or not you were the best escort he ever had. It’s pretty useless, in your opinion.

- You go for months without thinking of him, until someone calls you and says they got a request asking for you personally. They don’t name the clients (they never do), but they mention the date and the hotel, so you know it’s him.

- He’s a creature of habit. He’s not doing the dating thing, these days, so hiring the same girl is the closest thing he’ll get to having some sense of «routine ». And since he’s somewhat shy, it works well for him to hire the same girl.

- That second time, he’s not as nervous or awkward. He kisses you a couple more times that he did last time, and he appears more willing to take the lead.

- It’s pretty much the same as last time he was with you though. He’s not talkative, not flirty. But he’s more relaxed and smiles a bit more. The tip is bigger, too (and you do appreciate a good tipper).

- Only difference is that he actually lets you know he might be coming back to town next month, and he’d like to hire you again, if that’s fine with you.

- Over time, he becomes one of your « somewhat regulars ». Not a weekly client. Not even a monthly one. But you know that every time he flies here, for work or whatever brings him, he’ll request you. One of the girls at the agency even lets it slip that he doesn’t even put it as a preference (like « I want to hire someone, preferably Y/N ») but he (or whoever takes care of that on his behalf) directly asks « is Y/N available on that date ? ». In your book, that’s a pretty big compliment.

- After a while, he even asks you if it’d be more comfortable for you if it was a direct transaction. Not to be your Superman or whatever, but since you do your job well and bring him satisfaction, it only sounds right to offer a solution that doesn’t let an agency screw your over, in case you need it (you don’t, but it was kind of him to ask, and also, you figure it’s more comfortable with him to have an intermediary that takes care of NDAs and stuff).

- You usually only do one night with clients. Some people ask if they can hire girls for a whole weekend or for some trip, and it usually pays very well, but it usually comes with logistics and expectations that aren’t super comfortable for the girls. You usually avoid these types of missions, but when Marshall asks if you’d happen to be free on a particular week and if you’ve ever been to some specific destination, you’re intrigued.

- You’re comfortable enough to be making jokes, at this point. Not like you guys are friends or whatever, but you’ve slept with him enough to let your personality out on occasion. You teasingly if it’s going to be a « Pretty Woman type of situation ».

- He smirks and shakes his head, though. « Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not taking you on my business dinners or on the jet with my team », he chuckles. « But I might need company at night. So if you’re up for it, I’ll fly you out separately and you’ll get your own suite. You’d do what you want during the day and make yourself available at night. If you want. ».

- He’s not forcing anything on you, and if you don’t want, that’s fine. But you can tell that, in case he needs to hire professional company, he’d rather you be it.

- The trip is nice. It’s no different than any professional trip, really. You’re here to do your job and be on standby at the hotel at night and on his days off in case he feels like fucking. Some nights he does. Some nights he doesn’t but you make sure to be ready anyway. You don’t interact with his team at all (though you suspect one of his assistants might now). If you cross him in the lobby while he’s with his security, he doesn’t acknowledge you.

- The « arrangement » doesn’t really change after the trip. He’s no different from any regular clients that get more comfortable with an escort, with force of habits. You know what he likes. What he doesn’t. Sometimes you enjoy room service together. He jokes around a bit but it stays professional. He never tries to get over your professional boundaries and ask personal questions, which you appreciate, and he likes that you do the same. You sometimes have conversations but it doesn’t get deep or intimate by any means.

- The only time you allow yourself to ask something personal is when a female hotel staff member brings room service. You see her eye-fuck him (can’t blame her, he’s in grey sweats and a black tee and looks like a snack) and, after she leaves, you can’t help but state the obvious. « You obviously don’t need to hire me, » you kindly observe. « I’m pretty sure any of the maids would do what I do for free ». It’s not a question but he can sense where it’s going. You’re wondering why he chooses to pay for something many ladies would throw at him for free. Most of your clients pay because they have kinks, because they don’t have time for dating… but Eminem is one of your only clients that could get laid this easily.

- He’s not bothered by the question. He simply raises an eyebrow and smirks. « I don’t need to pay you, Y/N. Hell, if I asked nicely, maybe you’d even let me hit it for free. But when I pay you, I don’t have to wonder if you’re here for me or for money. I don’t need to wonder if you’re going to turn something casual into something with expectations I didn’t ask for, I guess… I don’t need to pay for sex. But these days, I think I need to pay for peace».

- That answer kind of shuts you up. For a second, his straight face makes you wonder if you fucked up and went too far. But then, he adds : « Also, I like that I’m not the one to ask you you to sign the NDA. It usually gets awkward » that makes you chuckle.

- He’s not the type of client who will put you in your place over the fact that they’re paying you, but he certainly makes it clear that it’s a transaction, in a way that is still kind and elegant. Over time, you understand that it feels safer for him and you respect that.

- He might be your favorite client. But it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have any « quirks » that annoy you. Most regular clients have them and he’s no exception. In his case, the one thing that makes you roll his eyes is his entitlement. When you’re with him, he’ll always be respectful and mindful of your boundaries. But the one time you tell him you actually won’t be available for him next time he flies to California (because you already have a booking with another client)? He’s a bit pissed. You’ve already had clients who pout when you say you don’t do anal. But this one pouts when you tell him you can’t make it that one time.

- It’s that kind of stuff that reminds you that men will be men. When he asks « what do you mean you have another client? » he asks, raising an eyebrow. By now, you know him enough to know how to interact with him, so you do what you do best: bat your eyelashes and smile. « I mean someone already booked me for the night on that date. Expecting a good fuck. First come first serve, you know. That’s how hookers work » you say with a sly smile and just enough humor in your tone to make it light.

- You would have thought it’d be enough to make him deal with the disappointment but you should have known better than to think any wealthy man who wants something would let you off the hook that easily. « D’you like that client? » he asks calmly. You roll your eyes and shrug. You’re not the type to betray your professional values and give too much away. Even for a charming rapper with big blue eyes. « I don’t know yet. He’s a first-time client. Maybe a future regular, who knows? », you reply. He smirks and leans against the wall, crossing his arms. « So you’re telling me you’re choosing a some random over me, and you don’t even know if he’s half as good? What, does he pay that well? » he jokes. You let out a laugh and flash a smile. « You have no idea. Over double what you pay. I couldn’t exactly pass the opportunity » you tease, with enough seriousness to let him wonder if it’s true. Before he can reply, you gently add « I recommend one of the girls to cover for me. I think you’d like Ginger. She’s nice. I’ll even brief her about what you like ».

- You swear you can almost hear him groan. You know he’s a creature of habit and, while Ginger is actually nice, he’d rather have you. « I’ll tell you what. You ask Ginger to handle that other guy and I’ll pay you triple » he says in a low voice. You bite back a laugh. « I don’t know… that’s not very professional of me. I don’t think I could betray my values and disappoint a client and the agency unless you… quintuple it? » you teasingly suggest, ever the business woman. He sighs and rolls his eyes. « Quadruple it. You know I’ll make it worth your while. And if you’re nice, maybe I’ll throw in those concert tickets you mentioned last time» he hums. You flash him a grin, always happy to notice how easy it is with these rich men. « Tip’s not included, though » you whisper as you lean in, batting your eyelashes for good measure. He rolls his eyes again but extends a hand so you can shake on it.

- « I would have said yes for triple » you teasingly giggle, victorious. « And I would have said yes for quintuple » he whispers, as he winks before exiting the suite. « See you next month, Y/N ».

[ysomtt]

🥩SINCERE MEETING🥩

Chapter 1

🥩Tommy Hewitt x M!Reader🥩

A/N: Hello! Ive been working in this first chapter for like, 3 days, and i wanted to share because its looking very good! I wanted to make a male reader because we need this in this fandom. All fics i see its either female or female leaning gn readers and i just wanted to feed the boys a little… This will have more chapters but i am not sure where this will go… it may be separate chapters or just an entire fic idk…. enjoy!

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Your father had decided to enter a new business idea. He was always inventing new ways to get money even though they never worked, and you were left to pick up the pieces. You were a young man who had to take care of your father despite him being twice your age, but there was nothing you could do about it, once he put something in his head there was little you could do to dissuade him.

Now the business was in agriculture, the meat industry, that is, he bought a slaughterhouse. How… barbaric… And now you were the one that was left to clean and cook in a house miles away from civilization. It was torture.

There were no neighbors less than a mile away, the food was disgusting, the heat was unbearable and the people were weird. The only people you had met were the sheriff, who you were sure that he called you a slur, a lady and her daughter who spoke too much for you to even get a word in, and lord were you miserable.

You had left your friends in the city and your late partner abandoned. You wanted nothing to do with this miserable little town. But your father was all that you had left in this world so there was nothing you could do about it.

Speaking of your father, he was out to his business doing whatever and making a fool of himself as per usual so you decided to go to a small gas station you saw on your way to your home to see if they sold anything interesting. Some chocolate bars would go well with some strawberries today…

Of course he had to take the car so you were stuck walking there…

The gas station was… dreadful. The meat was sketchy looking but the candy aisle was nicely packed so you had no complaints.

You went to pay and hopefully get back home as soon as possible.

“Havent seen you around here much.” The lady behind the counter said packing your items.

“We just moved in, me and my father. He owns the slaughterhouse now.” That seemed to put a smile on the lady's face.

“Oh right! I've heard they sold that place! My boy Tommy used to work there, maybe he can go back.” You smiled at her.

“I am sure he can! We are just setting some things straight but soon we will take some people in…” You grabbed your bag ready to go when she kept on talking.

“Oh you must meet my boy Tommy! He is out back, he would love some recommendation dear.” 

“Oh you know, we are still looking-” She interrupted you by getting up and motioning for you to wait and got to a door that led to the outside and started to call her son.

“Oh you are going to love my boy, he is about your age!” She started to talk to you but you didn't pay attention because entering the store was the biggest boy you had ever met. He didn't even fit the door frame and had to bend over a little bit to get in and lord have mercy, he was just your type… Tall, big and strong. You just didn't swoon because the lady was still talking and this was Texas, being gay wasn't at all good. But by god did you blush! Harder than you have ever done, and the boy, Tommy was his name, seemed to notice as he looked at you with wide eyes before blushing himself. Well, you thought that he was blushing, it was hard to know with the mask. That mask… don't even get started on that mask!

The lady, Luda Mae, was now looking at you with a calculating gaze. As if she was testing you on something. But as you recovered from the huge amounts of improper thoughts you extended your hand to Tommy.

“Nice to meet you Tommy! I heard you want to work on the slaughter house? I can get a recommendation for you!” Now that you've met him you were going to make sure that he got the job. And maybe you could use the opportunity to see his big muscles at work too…

Tommy’s eyes seemed to widen as he looked at your hand, he was not used to this type of introduction. Usually they just wave at him and ignore him or looked at him in fear, but not you. Not only were you willing to touch him, but you were offering to help him get a job? He felt vulnerable at the thought that he may like you…

Tommy was… well, Tommy! He did know what exactly made him different from other boys his age. When he was a teenager uncle Monty was in charge of teaching him about reproduction. It was the most awkward conversation in his life! He knew how it worked, he lived on a farm for gods sake! But having his uncle explain how to “work a woman” was so embarrassing! Especially when he gave him one of Hoyt’s magazines full of naked pictures for him to “have fun”. But he didn't have fun. Not with the curvy women with shaped breasts and skinny bellies, but he did have fun with Hoyt’s cowboys magazine, he did have a lot of fun.

These pictures were different. The men were fully dressed showing off a product instead of their bodies, but they were so handsome and their muscles were always showing, and instead of spreading their legs to show their genitals they seemed to just be sitting there innocently with their legs spread like it was the most normal thing in the universe! 

Tommy didn't understand when he got caught with one of these magazines and Hoyt screamed at him a bunch of hurtful words before his mother came in and scolded him. She kissed his cheek and told him that she loved him very much and that was enough for Tommy to forget the hurtful words of Hoyt.

He still looked at those magazines, but now he had his own stash under his bed for safe keeping.

When he was little he used to watch his mother do her makeup for church. When he tried to put lipstick on his face his mother just laughed and called him a pretty woman. He liked that memory very much. Now, he owned some makeup he stole from victims and he kept them hidden in a drawer. He never used them, but he liked to look at them every now and then…

He had felt his heart flutter before. One of the boys at his school. He had pretty curls and was big and chubby just like him. He used to follow the boy around before his brothers decided to move to the other side of the state. His name was the first word he ever said. Jed. A quiet whisper when he was alone. Never had he felt this fluttering in his chest again.

But here you were, and here he was. And as his hand dwarfed yours when he grabbed it he couldn't feel more alive then.

His mother was looking at the interaction with a knowing look. It was obvious to her that her boy was smitten. He looked at you like you hung the moon at that moment, and she was glad you were nice and respectful with her Tommy. It was that or you would become lunch independent of her son’s wishes. He deserved the best, only the best.

“He doesn't talk much darling, but he is pleased to meet you.” Tommy nodded.

“It's okay Tommy. I am pleased to meet you too. Maybe we can see each other more if you get a job at my fathers slaughterhouse!” 

Luda Mae smiled wider. She knew that her boy was different, and she knew that he liked you, and that meant that she liked you as well.

As you made up an excuse to go home you had to make sure, in your most “i am gay please be gay too but dont show it” voice you waved at Tommy.

“Bye Tommy, ill see you…” He shyly waved back, eyes still on you as you went back to the Texan heat outside.

⧫⧫⧫

You discovered where Tommy lived. Nevermind how you got it, but you did. Not that it was difficult. A few cups of tea and biscuits to a lady and done! It was quite easy. 

After making sure to bake the most beautiful carrot cake with chocolate you had ever done, you made your way to the house. 

You had a nice car, well, your father had a nice car but you were the only one that drove that car, so you considered yours. But as Monty saw this fancy car pulling up into his house he made sure to become more alert and prepared to turn you into food.

But as you got out of the car with a big plate of cake he smiled.

“Hey there kid. What can I do for ya?”

“Is this Tommy’s house?”

Monty’s eyes widened. Never had anyone asked for Tommy before. He never got a visit.

“Yeah kid. I’m his uncle. What do you want him for?” 

“Oh, I came to give him the papers for him to work at the slaughter house. He got the job. And I thought of giving you guys a cake, I am new to the neighborhood…”

He smiled widened as he motioned you inside.

“Come! Come in, Tommy in the basement, I'll call him for ya”

He guided you towards the kitchen where Luda Mae was doing the dishes. She turned to you happily and motioned you to sit down and pick up the cake from your hands. She thanked you and called out the rest of the family for the cake before cutting a slice for you too.

As Tommy got to the kitchen his eyes widened. You got up to greet him.

“Tommy, how good to see you! I got some good news!” Luda Mae smiled and put a slice of cake for Tommy.

He sat down next to you with an apprehensive look on his face. 

“I got some papers for you. I managed to get you a job at the slaughterhouse, you can start next week! All the details are on the papers” You handed him a stack of papers. 

Luda Mae was ecstatic! Tommy liked you very much and you were here giving him a job and everything! You were basically part of the family now, you wanted or not.

As Monty and Luda Mae sang praises to your baking you kept sneaking glances at Tommy. He was quietly eating the slice of cake. There was something in his eyes, something good, and you didn't need a vocal communication to the fact that he liked your cake. That was all you wanted!

After it passed a good two hours you had to make an excuse for you to go home. It was starting to get dark.

Tommy hadn't moved a muscle, he just stared at you practically with hearts on his eyes thinking he was being subtle, but you noticed, and boy were you happy.

You kept sneaking glances at him and smiling all afternoon, making sure to ask him questions and involve him in the conversation. Luda Mae exchanged looks with her brother and he smirked.

“Tommy why dont you show him out? Say thank you to the boy…” You were more than happy with the suggestion.

Tommy got up and lord you had forgotten how big he actually were! It was like you were in heaven!

As you two walked in silence to the front door you could not help but keep your eyes on his face, he had such beautiful eyes… the hair needed some work but you were willing to lay him down on a bathtub and brush his problems away…

As you reached the car you smiled at him.

“It was nice to see you Tommy. I had fun…” He nodded.

You looked around looking if there was anyone looking before you said.

“Tell me if i am reading this wrong…” You got on your toes and kissed him on the cheek making Tommy freeze in place. But before you could apologise he grabbed your face and pulled you to a proper kiss.

It wasn't something indecent, just a simple kiss on the lips, but this simple kiss had turned your word upside down. 

After he let go of your face he quickly turned and walked away leaving you stunned and pleased in ways that would be rather complicated to explain…

[steamberrystudio]

28/07/2025 Tumblr Devlog

Helloooo everyone! Here is your tumblr devlog! Coming to you ...a week late. Sorry. I have no idea how I missed last week other than just not looking at my calendar that weekend.

ANYWAY. 

Status report for Chapter 7. BETA RELEASE ON PATREON....done. And done actually. Correction reports slowed to the point I decided to release early access...last night.

EARLY ACCESS RELEASE ON PATREON. Now available to Yellow Tea and above.

The absolutely feral responses to the Chapter 7 content have been a source of amusement and joy the last couple of days.

I expected to release Beta at the start of September! We're so far ahead of schedule.

Anyway. On to the bulk of the update!

Summary Bullets:

Finished all CGs

Finished all extra sprites

Finished SFX and music cues

Released the beta version (Patreon)

Released the EA version (Patreon)

Updated the Patreon guides

Completed sprite staging for the next episode

Started sprite expressions for the next episode

New sprite outfits for the next episode

Art:

I...completed all the CGs for Chapter 7. Wil wasn't in those CGs so they didn't take too long to complete. 

I also completed all the side character sprite - of which there were four.

And I've been working on some sprite variations for the main cast for Episode 6/Chapter 8.

I'm not usually one for "boob windows" on characters but this one sneaked in because it was too good an opportunity to pass up. Raif shows off his collarbone a lot but sometimes I guess he just likes to show off other things too.

Other Stuff:

Obviously in the last few weeks, I did all the stuff needed to get the episode ready - expressions, flowcharts, etc. Even making corrections and the like based on beta testing.

It feels pointless to focus on those with the EA version actually out because I skipped an update over here on tumblr.

What I've been doing other than working on Chapter 7 stuff, though, is working on Chapter 8 stuff. I've been slowing getting some of the early Chapter 8 work done. I'm trying to give myself as much of a head start with Chapters 8 & 9 as I had with Chapter 7.

So I've been starting with the expressions in the choice menus as well as sprite staging.

Hopefully this means that when Chapter 7 releases publicly, I'll already have a fair amount of work done on the next episode.

Upcoming Weeks:

For the next two weeks, Chapter 7 will be in early access and available on Patreon. I'll be working on any residual corrections as well as expressions for Chapters 8 and 9.

Just like with Chapter 7, I will try to approach these expressions in a systematic way so I can hopefully progress through them quickly.

Chapter 7 is a big update with a lot of plot happenings and character reveals. I know people are eager to see the next content soon. Especially since Chapter 8 ushers in some of the first mildly steamy moments with some of the characters.

So that's all for now. I will see you in maybe just one week. I'm not sure I want to throw off my entire calendar of updates because I'm posting on an off week.

But we'll see!

[insomniaccorner]

>:3c

Helloo skullyyyy

I yearn for a bittersweet brioche. Damian and Jason should get into an argument (about what is up to you) and Damian should run away from home about it muahaha.

- 👨🏼‍🍳

"Paper Tigers"

The manor was silent in the worst way. Not peaceful. Not calm.

It was the kind of silence that meant something was wrong.

Jason was still pacing the living room when Alfred reentered with another blanket and the subtlest frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. Bruce was out checking rooftops. Tim was scanning cameras. Steph and Cass had split the city into sectors. Damian hadn’t been home in hours.

And no one had heard from him.

Jason scoffed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Kid’s just being dramatic. He’ll come home when he’s done sulking.”

Alfred’s eyes flicked over him. “Master Jason, I believe you and I both know that Master Damian does not sulk.”

Jason opened his mouth to argue, then shut it again. He sat down with a huff.

It hadn’t meant to escalate the way it had.

It started that morning. A stupid comment over breakfast. Something Jason muttered under his breath about “You’re all bark, no bite, Demon Brat.”

He didn’t expect Damian to freeze the way he did.

Didn’t expect him to say nothing in return.

Didn’t expect the tension to carry all through the morning briefing.

It had spiraled from there. Into a full-blown argument over who did what during a mission, accusations flying, voices rising. Everyone else had cleared the room by the time Jason yelled:

“Maybe we’re not always trying to hurt you, but you make it real easy to not want to try at all.”

That one landed. He knew it as soon as he said it.

Damian had stared at him—eyes glassy, not furious for once. Just… wounded.

He left without another word.

Jason didn’t follow.

It had been almost twelve hours.

The longer it went on, the more that pit of guilt in Jason’s gut grew teeth.

He didn’t mean it. He never meant it. They argued all the time—back and forth like snapping dogs, always one inch from real damage but never quite going there.

But this time… maybe he did. Maybe he crossed the line.

Jason was so caught in his own spiraling that he almost didn’t register the soft sound at the doorway.

Tim looked up from the monitor. “Bruce found him.”

Jason’s breath caught. “Where?”

Damian was on the roof.

Of all places, it was the one they hadn’t thought to look.

Not a warehouse. Not a hideout. Not even one of his haunts in the city.

Just… the manor’s rooftop.

He was curled up near the edge, knees to his chest, hood drawn up even though it wasn’t raining. When Jason stepped out quietly, Damian didn’t look at him.

Jason approached slowly.

“You had the whole city looking for you, y’know,” he said, voice softer than usual. “Tim got so stressed he almost spilled coffee on the Batcomputer. It was gross.”

Damian didn’t answer.

Jason sighed and sat down next to him, leaving space.

“I didn’t mean what I said.”

Damian’s voice was hoarse. “Yes, you did.”

Jason winced.

“Okay. I didn’t mean to hurt you with it.”

Silence stretched between them.

“...When Mother said I was weak,” Damian said finally, voice tight, “I didn’t believe her. Not at first. But you... you didn’t say I was weak. You said I wasn’t worth trying.”

“No,” Jason said quickly. “That’s not—God, Damian, no.”

He rubbed his hands down his face. “I was pissed. I say dumb things when I’m pissed. But I’ve always tried with you. Every day. Even when you drive me nuts. Especially then.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re brothers, jackass,” Jason muttered. “Because you’re still figuring it out. And so am I. And... I know what it’s like to think everyone gave up on you.”

He looked over.

Damian’s eyes were red-rimmed.

“You didn’t make it easy,” Jason admitted. “But you shouldn’t have to. That’s on me.”

Damian sniffed. “You’re not a very good role model.”

Jason huffed a laugh. “No shit.”

A long beat of quiet. Then—Damian nudged his shoulder, just barely.

Jason nudged him back.

They stayed like that a while. Until the sun started to rise and the sky turned pink like a bruised peach.

Eventually, Alfred found them again—with warm tea, quiet relief in his eyes, and no comment on the red around both their eyes.

They didn’t need to say anything else.

They’d said enough.

And in the bitter came just enough sweet.

Just enough to keep going.

[xetlynn]

Attack On Titan Imagines- Armin Arlert

Study Harder

Attack on titan 1.8k celebration post

[aot masterlist]

••• in which your boyfriend needs some motivation to finish his work.

••• armin arlert x fem!reader

••• warnings: smut!!! Cockwarming, p in v, female receiving head. Meow.

Tonight is a normal boring night, your boyfriend in your shared office-room doing his homework as you’re lamely watching some random show. Lately, he’s been studying immensely to the point you feel like you barely see him anymore. Not his fault but you missed him. 

Especially his touch. 

Oh how you missed that boy’s touch. 

You press your lips together looking up at the time then back to the tv. 

Until steps make their way toward you from the dimly lit hallway. “Babe?” You raspily spoke and he drags his feet tiredly. “Sweetheart.” He acknowledges you, flopping down in your arms. 

“I need motivation to keep going. I have only a page left to write.” He says, muffled against your chest as he squeezes you in his arms. Your hands gently find their way to his hair, running through it. “What kind of motivation, love?” You ask in genuine curiosity. He shrugs his shoulders with a small huff. 

“Maybe I can help with what you’re studying?” You offer. Your majors were quite different but you were willing to help him study nonetheless. “Yeah, after a few more minutes of cuddling though. I need a moment.” He breathes in your scent and you smile softly, still playing with his hair. 

And when the time was up, Armin was loudly whining and complaining about how uncomfortable the chair was. You playfully roll your eyes as the both of you enter the office. He plops down on the “uncomfortable” cushioned pink chair that you just had to have for the room. You sit on his thigh, peering over the work he has done. 

Your nose scrunches as you focus, your boyfriend’s hand finds your hip. Laying his chin upon your shoulder, letting you read everything. “I think I had to write something similar to this last semester.” You hum, picking up a pencil along with a blank sheet of paper. Writing notes down so you could understand everything better. 

That was until your boyfriend’s wandering hand began. 

His finger tips just barely grazing the inside of your thigh. You pause, looking at him in the corner of your eye. “Minnie, what are you doing?” You innocently ask and he retracts his hand back to your hip. “Hm? Nothing.” He clears his throat. His own eyes not able to leave your notes now as he’s been caught so soon. 

“Armin?” You cross your arms, contorting your body to face him and he smiles immediately. Hiding his face in your neck. “I can’t focus, sweetheart. Especially now.” He groans. 

You purse out your lips, thinking of what to do but you find yourself getting turned on with his small antics he had just done. “Remember that thing we talked about…?” You inquired lowly. “Uh? Which thing?” 

“That one, for studying. We talked about it last time you were having some trouble focusing.” You remind him and he lifts his head up. His eyes dark, full of lust as he looks at you. “You seriously want to try it?” He asks, hopeful. 

“Mhm, I mean if it’d help you finish this faster.” You wrap your arms around his neck, planting kisses on the corner of his mouth. “I don’t know about faster…” He rubs the back of his neck causing you to laugh, pulling him into a kiss. Readjusting yourself so you’re straddling him, his hands now tightly gripping your hips to help you grind against him. 

The two of you make out, almost forgetting the work that was laid out on the desk. That was until you pulled away, fixing his glasses for him. Then you help him with his pants, luckily he had his soft pajama pants on so it wasn’t difficult for you to pull his delectable cock out. 

Automatically at the sight your mouth begins to water. Licking your lips before spitting on your hand and lathering up his shaft for him. He bucks his hips up as a reflex causing you to bounce a little bit but you just ignore it. Pumping up and down before standing up from his lap. 

Leaving him there for a vulnerable second as you tear your own pants and panties off. Armin almost cums from how beautiful you are, he’s a weak man but only for you. “Can you um… take your shirt off too?” He questions and you tilt your head to the side. “We gettin greedy now, Minnie?” You place your hands on your hips and he shyly glances away. 

“Please, sweetheart-” His voice cracks and you can’t help but break out in a grin at his patheticness. “Of course baby, I can take my shirt off for you. Though you won’t be seeing much of my tits anyway.” You peel your shirt off and he grimaces at your choice of wording for your breasts. “You know I don’t like that word…” He mutters. 

“Sorry, my boobs.” You correct yourself, gently maneuvering the things around on the desk so you can sit on it. 

“You gotta prep me first, Min. You know how it went… last time.” You shiver at the painful memory of trying to take him before prepping yourself. 

Armin is quite, well-endowed. He didn’t even realize how big he was until he had sex with you- you’re his first and only. You attempted to do a quickie with him once and you almost cried by how much it hurt.Sometimes you’re wet enough but other times… you gotta get ready first. Usually- pretty much all the time by Armin. 

“I was hoping I would have to.” He looks up at you with need and you place a kiss on his nose. 

He spreads your legs, throwing them over his shoulders as he practically dives into your pretty pussy. You throw your head back to the feeling of his tongue against your clit. 

Licking it sweetly before slurping up your juices. Lapping it up. 

You’d think he was starving if you hadn’t just eaten dinner with him not even a few hours ago. You lean back against one of your hands, the other latching onto his hair. He whines at the intensity of your grasp. Not stopping though, only moaning and mumbling against you. The vibrations causing your legs to lightly jerk. 

Armin squeezes your thighs as he grows heavily focused on making you cum. His dick that lays freely outside of his pants twitches from how into eating you out he is. The way he’s addicted to your sweet, sweet cunt, he may have to get sent to rehab. 

If he could live in between your thighs he most definitely would. 

The only thought in his head right now is “make her cum.” over and over again. 

“Oh shi-” You squeal, squishing him as you go to close your legs. He doesn’t even seem affected by it. Continuing to attack your nub. His tongue swirling around in circles. 

“Armin.” You warn breathlessly, he feels your nails slightly scratching scalp as you play with his hair. “Mhm?” He hums. “Please…” You cry. 

He knew exactly what you were pleading for, he knew that if he changed his motion you were going to lose your high. You were about to cum and he was sure to make it happen. 

Your tummy tightens, your toes curl as your cunt spasms. Your jaw slacked open, tiny mewls exiting out as you grind against your boyfriend's mouth. Your brain short circuiting. 

Your chest heaves up and down as your body comes down from the electrifying orgasm you just had. Armin sits back in his chair, licking his lips and cleaning his face. You look at him through half-lidded eyes, your feet resting on his chest. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart.” He rubs your calves, still tasting you on his tongue. A taste he wants to cherish for as long as he can. “Mm, so is that tongue.” You mumble tiredly. He smirks at your words. 

You then glance over to the work beside your naked body. “We gotta get to work, Minnie.” You sing, getting yourself up from the desk. Turning around so your ass is facing him. “C’mere, sweetie…” He props his cock up for you, aligning it with your aching hole. You lower yourself on him, making yourself comfortable. 

Making sure the both of you guys are situated nicely, you bring his work back in front of the both of you. 

The tip of his dick hitting your g-spot so well you probably could cum once again. Instead you ignore the feeling, giving a pen to his hand. “Finish your last page and I promise I’ll ride you so good, my Minnie.” You bring a hand behind your head to cup his face sweetly. “Mkay?” 

“Mhm…” He moans, forcing himself to stop the urging of bouncing you above him. Barely able to focus on his work with your walls tightly wrapped around him perfectly. You’re so… perfect… 

“You need to get started, Min.” You gently pat his face and he nods his head. His face was warm, cheeks tinted red. “I am.” He tells you but he’s unmoving. “Baby.” You speak again and he hums. 

Laying his chin upon your shoulder like before. “Get started or I’ll end this and just use my toys in our bedside drawer.” You threaten him and suddenly he sits taller. Eyes darting to the paper. 

His lips press together as he begins writing, trying not to focus on the fact that you’re on his dick. Every little jerk, slightly movement of your thighs. Even your breathing. He couldn’t pay attention to it or he’ll fill you up like a twinkie in seconds. And you’ll be angry with him… He couldn’t have his sweet girl mad at him. 

“You’re losing it, Minnie. Get back on track.” You purposely roll your hips back against him causing him to grunt. “Sorry- sorry~” He whimpers. 

He’s only gotten three sentences down but he needs four more paragraphs. 

You even try to help him, appointing certain things from the slides on his laptop. 

You put on a good front even though your mouth is watering so much you were almost drooling. 

And the second he’s done with his last paragraph you’re immediately moving your hips. Bouncing up and down slowly. Painfully slowly, feeling the drag of his thick cock against your gushy walls. Hearing your own pussy slosh each time he goes in and out of you. He even thrusts upward to meet with you. Your hands grip onto the wooden desk. “I don’t think I’m going to last long, [Name].” He pants, one of his hands smacks your ass. 

“Mmph, cum inside me- inside, inside!” You squeal, resting your torso upon the desk and he suddenly stands up. Pushing you further onto the wood. Grasping your lovehandles, fucking into you at a merciless pace. 

“H-holy shit, ffffuuuck!” One of your hands goes behind you, trying to push away from him but he only goes harder. Chasing after his own high. He couldn’t stop himself. Needing to spill his semen inside of you. 

The thought of breeding you gets him even more excited. “M-min, slow d-oown!” You sob, actually at the brink of tears. “You can take it, sweetheart. You can, I know it.” His hand dances up and down your back. 

“I don think so-” You hiccup, but in reality you know you can, you’re moving your own hips to meet with his own. “M bout to cum, Sweetie…” He tells you letting you fuck yourself on his cock as he twitches inside of you. 

Slapping your ass repeatedly, biting his bottom lip. 

“Me too, gonna cum” you huff, squeezing your eyes shut. 

Your knees giving out on you as the both of you cum. Spurts of his sweet cum entering inside of you. Your own cream gushing around his base. “Shit, fuck yeah, sweet girl.” He clutches you closely. 

His dick slips out of your hole and he crouches down, pushing the chair back against the wall. Cleaning up the mess between your legs with his mouth. Eating his own cum that mixed with yours. Overstimulating you to the extreme. 

“Minnie, ennoough…” You drag out your words, your eyes rolling back. 

“Sorry, sweetie. I just can’t get enough.” His hands hold your thighs keeping you in place.

[beef-brisket]

Law enforcement must be getting smarter, they found Lea within the week. Of course, Lucifer left no evidence or trances but... it did worry him.

He walked into the lounge and rolled his eyes when he saw Adam watching the news. The current story was that of the Devil killings. Lucifer smiled at the nickname, he was originally called the Demon of the States, but he stuck with carving a pentagram into his victims chests, and finally, he's gotten the name he wants.

The Devil. Very fitting.

Adam: Fuck... can you believe this sick fuck, Lu? He's fucking everywhere... I need to do an episode on him...

Oh. Well, that would be interesting.

Lucifer: Why haven't you?

Adam leaned back, before turning the TV off: It needs to be perfect. Done right. I need to get through the fucking depravity of this guy... and, right now, I can't do that... soon, though. Fucking soon. Who knows, maybe they'll catch the guy, then I could research him, really give the listeners a show.

A Podcast to Die For

@beef-brisket

Based off of @procyonloser idea!

⚠️ This story will contain graphic descriptions of murder, death and gore⚠️

-

Adam: His body was so badly decomposed that it took dental records to ID him as Jerry Phillips, aged 26. The coroner determined that the cause of death was likely blood loss and multiple stab wounds. Going off of the Knicks and cuts in the bones alone it was determined that Jerry was stabbed at a minimum of 20 times.

This was the latest update for the Devil serial killer case, he has never been caught and still killing to this day.

Adam sighed and hit pause on the recording, it was always hard reporting on these cases but people needed to know.

And it helped pay the bills.

Adam started doing a true crime podcast on a whim and it took off. He does all cases, solved and unsolved, old and new.

And one case that is very active is the case about the Devil. The media called him that due to the brutal nature of his crimes.

There was a knock on his studio door and Lucifer, his boyfriend of six years poked his head in.

Lucifer: This a good time for a coffee drop off?

Adam: Fuck yes! You're amazing you know that? Perfect timing.

Lucifer chuckled and came in with Adam's iced coffee, an egg, bacon, cheese English muffin and some candied mangos.

Adam: I fucking love you.

Lucifer smiled: I love you too. How's recording going?

Adam: Good, I might have to take a break from this one for a little bit and record a different one. There aren't enough facts on this victim yet.

Lucifer nodded and sipped his own coffee, he loved and supported Adam's podcast. He showed a lot of empathy and respect for the people who died and told a vet compelling story.

Especially when they were his crimes.

Lucifer had tried to quit, he doesn't want to be the way he is. But there's a pull, a drive inside of him that he can't make go away.

So he takes it out on the scum that have done worse than him.

Turns out he is a psychopath, but if that were true he wouldn't be able to love.

And he really loves Adam, he makes him feel like no one else can. So Adam can never know who he really is.

Lucifer wouldn't be able to bear losing him.

Lucifer: More facts will come out soon dove. What other cases are you covering this week?

[jadeofblades]

missing saigoku like the motherfucker 🧃