Tumgik
#sir i am down on one knee
almond-tofuuu · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media
sir-
SIR-
😳😳😳
Goddamn this man is gonna kill me 😫
33 notes · View notes
prettybean · 4 months
Text
WHAT THEY WOULD SAY DURING SEX (COD +18)
* I have a soft spot for Keegan, im sorry
ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE
Tumblr media
Ghost
“I know it's big”
“arch your back, just like that”
“Did you want this? Say it"
“Stick out your tongue or I won't give you anything”
“Such a whore, now you don't act like a brat in front of everyone anymore, huh?”
“Are you listening? open your fucking legs"
“Good girl, let everyone hear how much you love having my cock inside”
“An angel who wants to be fucked by me, how pathetic”
Soap
“Where’s my innocent girl?”
“Show me how much you want it”
“Fuck, you're so cute when you struggle to stay still”
"Use your words"
“Get on your fucking knees”
“You’re sucking it so good, baby, can you take it down your throat?"
“Do you want me to cum here? You want it? Do you want me to fill that pretty mouth?”
“You're all dirty, come here”
Price
“Look at you, always trying to flirt with the higher ranking ones”
“Lie down on my desk”
“You're so wet, did you need a spanking to make you behave?”
“Cum. Now."
“You're still so needy, even though I just fucked you”
“Look how much you came, you wet my uniform”
“Call me sir or I will have to punish you again”
“I fuck you harder, so you will show me some respect”
Gaz
“You belong to me, am I clear?”
“You acted like a brat, now you pay the consequences”
“You’re so pretty you are when you moan for me”
"I love you so much"
“You can give me another one, pretty girl”
“Be good for me, cum on my cock”
“Do you like it, sugar?”
“Don't lie, your wet pussy is begging for mercy”
Alejandro
“I knew you would be good while I was at work”
“Did you touch yourself?”
“You're so cute, keep begging me”
“This pussy is so good, mi amor”
“That’s it, legs around my face, just like that”
“Fuck, I had no idea you were so sensitive”
“Do you like my tongue?”
“Don't look at me like that or I won't stop eating your pussy”
Graves
“Keep riding me, don't you dare stop”
“Do you feel it? Do you feel how good my cock fills you?”
“You like being on top of me, don’t you?”
“I just said a word and you're already bouncing on my cock”
"What did you say? I can't understand with all those moans"
“Good, just like that”
“I told you not to tease me in front of Shadows”
“I know you were just being a brat because you want to get fucked.”
König
"Do not run away"
“God, you're so small I could break you”
"It's big? huh?”
“You can't even take my cock properly, look at you”
“Don't cry, I only put on the tip”
“You're so tight, I might go crazy”
“Stop moving, you have to take it all”
“I don't give a fuck if it doesn't fit, take my cock like a good whore”
* He tends to switch to speaking only in German when he loses control
Keegan
“My eyes are up here”
“You do what I say, if I want you to cum, you cum, whore”
“I noticed how you looked at those recruits, you wanted their dicks too, huh?“
“What's the matter, are you shy now?”
“Do you like being fucked like a whore? This is what you deserve."
"You do not talk anymore? You won't get anything if you don't tell me what you want."
“This is my girl, always greedy for my cum”
"You want to come? Then start counting”
pt 2
4K notes · View notes
candied-heartss · 3 months
Text
𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐄𝐑
(𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑚!𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑!𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑥 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑥 𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛)
𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳, 𝗲𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲... 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹.
𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰 (18+), 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬, 𝑭!𝑺𝑼𝑩, 𝑴!𝑫𝑶𝑴, 𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿, 𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑳 𝑺𝑬𝑿 (𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑬𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑵𝑮), 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑪𝑯𝑶𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑼𝑵𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑻𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑿 (𝑺𝑨𝑭𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑿 𝑰𝑺 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑺𝑬𝑿, 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻𝒀 𝑷𝑷𝑳!), 𝑺𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 𝑯𝑨𝑰𝑹 𝑷𝑼𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑼𝑪𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑻 𝑹𝑼𝑩𝑩𝑰𝑵𝑮, 𝑷𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑺𝑬, 𝑫𝑬𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵, 𝑮𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑰𝑻𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑼𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 "𝑺𝑰𝑹", 𝑫𝑼𝑩𝑪𝑶𝑵???
ᴡᴏʀᴅs: 2,253
Tumblr media
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The two of you snapped out of it at the deep, accusatory voice of Felix coming from the doorway. At the sound of his voice, Oliver took hold of your hair and pulled your lips away from his cock, making you look up at the man at the doorway, your spit coating your lips.
"Sir, I... I am so, so sorry... Sir Oliver said that he needed my assistance." you told him quietly, looking down with a shameful expression painting over your features. Oliver just sat there, not moving an inch, and the slightest bit of pride showed on his face.
Felix looked at the two of you, clearly not amused at this sight, "Oh, and this "assistance" just happens to involve your mouth on his cock? You're a maid, not some classless whore."
The more that he spoke, the more ashamed you felt, and the more ashamed you felt, admittedly, the more aroused you were.
"Felix, why do you seem so angry? Aren't you glad I found a way to put your sweet, little maid to good use? She's just such a good helper, aren't you, darling?" Oliver finally interjected, still holding onto your hair and stroking your cheek.
You nodded, still too embarrassed and ashamed to say a word. You could practically feel Felix's eyes burning into you as his gaze flicked back and forth between you and Oliver. Oliver still looked at him proudly, clearly not caring about how he was presenting himself in front of the other young man.
"And you," Felix then looked over at him, shaking his head, "I always knew you were some sort of perverted creep, but to have one of the maids come and suck you off while I'm just down the hall is sickening..."
Once again, you felt wretched for even doing this in the first place. All you were trying to do was do your job well, but never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would be here, on your knees while a man used your mouth as his own personal fleshlight.
"Please," you pleaded with Felix, "Please, Sir Felix, please don't terminate my employment here... I'll do anything, I swear on the Lord's name."
At this, the other young man's eyebrow seemed to quirk upwards in a mixture of both curiosity and amusement. Oh, god. This is the part where he fires you on the spot. Just as you began to brace yourself for whatever you were going to hear from his mouth next, you became shocked at what you finally did hear from him.
"Then get the hell over here and suck my cock, too. I mean, since you want to be a greedy slut, you might as well take all that you can get, yeah?" he told you, beckoning you over with a singular finger.
The mere thought of it sent a shiver down your spine, and you immediately got onto your hands and knees before crawling over to Felix. He watched you intently, studying every inch of your body, every curve, every hair, every freckle, every mole... The way he looked at you intimidated you a little bit but at the same time, it left you feeling aroused and secretly quite desperate.
"Well, go on now, love. Take these trousers off... I won't bite, yet." Felix told you, tilting your gaze up so that he could properly make eye contact with you.
With a hand now lacing through your hair, he wasted no time in practically shoving his cock so far down your throat that you nearly choked. As you gagged while your throat stretched to accommodate the size, you could hear the sound of him groaning from the pleasure that he was receiving from you.
While you sucked on Felix's cock leisurely, you heard the sound of footsteps coming up behind you before feeling a pair of hands on you. It was Oliver, who had finally decided to join in and make his presence known to the both of you.
"Look at him," you heard his voice in your ear, soft enough for you to hear, but firm enough for you to understand the meaning of it, "Look up at him while you suck him nice and well, sweet girl. You can be good, can't you?"
You nodded before inhaling deeply and taking him in down your throat as far as you could before you coughed and sputtered again, your eyes now flickering up to meet his, which in turn made his grip tighter on your hair and let out another grunt of ecstasy. As your mouth kept at work, you moved your hands up to join your mouth, moving up and down on his cock rhythmically, the slick sound of his precum and your saliva that coated the length of his cock now making itself prevalent in the room.
"Fuck... Who knew a maid's mouth could feel wetter than any cunt I've ever had?" Felix pondered aloud as he watched you continue with your duties. With another groan, he pulled you off of the floor, only to lead you to the bed, pushing you down so that your upper body lay against the freshly made mattress, bent over the length of the bed.
"Sir F-Felix, I-I-" you tried to speak, only for him to reach over from behind you and push his fingers past your lips and into your mouth, gagging you and letting the saliva run down from your mouth to his hand, eventually his wrist, while your mouth made a choked sound from the considerable fill his appendages made down your throat.
"I'm going to fuck you, now, and if you do not shut the fuck up, I'll make sure to keep my fingers down your throat until you pass out from the oxygen loss." Felix threatened you, and while, yes, it was definitely meant to be in a menacing manner, it just further aided your arousal.
You then squeaked when you felt his hand traveling up the back of your thigh before reaching for your skirt, flipping it up, and revealing your underwear, much to your chagrin. You heard the two young men chuckle as they caught a glimpse of the fabric of your panties.
"Look at that, her panties have little flowers on them. How cute." Felix tells Oliver before pulling his now wet fingers out of your mouth and pulling the underwear down with one swift motion. You then shivered at the feeling of cool air now washing over your body and settling over the wetness of your cunt.
Without another word to you or Oliver, you felt the thick, heavy tip of his cock slide over your asscheek before finally brushing over your cunt, sliding through the slickness of your folds, making you shiver and him groan once again.
"Fuck... I can already tell you'll be so warm wrapped around me... Let's see if you are as tight as you are warm." He then finally pushes his way inside of you, making you gasp from the sheer size of his cock, moaning as you felt every inch, every minuscule detail of his cock as he slowly slid into you, making the two of you fit together like the pieces to a puzzle.
"S-Sir Felix, I-I- oh... You... You're so deep..." You whined softly, pressing your cheek into the mattress below you.
After a while, you had finally managed to adjust to the size of his cock and this opened up the doorway for Felix to begin thrusting, his hips meeting your ass with each movement. As he fucked you, you could still feel Oliver's eyes studying the both of you, and the mere thought of him being present in the room with you, watching as Felix fucked you with ease, made you wetter than any fantasy you had ever had.
"God, Ollie... I wish you could feel her. She's like... a fuckdoll, but real. Her cunt is so, so fucking tight." he laughed, now thrusting in harder, his hips now colliding with the plump, supple flesh of your ass while he reached up, wrapping a hand around your neck and pulling you closer, the sensation restricting your breathing ever-so-slightly. The now-sudden change of pace and rhythm made you practically shriek from the pure, raw pleasure you were subjected to.
And then, he stopped.
Just as you were about to whine at the loss of movement on his end, you felt his large hands grip you by the hips before pulling you off of the bed and positioning you onto your knees, kneeling on the floor in front of Oliver again.
"Now, you're going to be a good maid and clean. Clean him up, alright? Suck him dry." Felix tells you, but the tone of voice he uses with you makes you realize that it is more of an order than a request. You looked up at Oliver nervously before wrapping your hands around the base of his cock.
"Yes, sir..." Was all you could manage to reply before you leaned in and began to press kisses against the flaccid head of his cock before placing your hand out in front of it, spitting into your palm, and beginning to massage the length of his cock with both your hands, the sounds of his low groans and the wetness echoing throughout the room.
"Did you listen to anything that I just said? I didn't say give him a handjob. Suck. Him. Dry." he snapped, pushing your face towards Oliver's cock. With a heavy breath, you opened your mouth before taking his cock into your mouth and back down your throat, this time controlling your breathing so you wouldn't choke as much as the last time.
Oliver groaned when he felt you move your tongue against the length of his cock, the tip of your tongue tracing every ridge and vein that you could find. You then felt his hand on your hair, burying into your scalp and pushing you down further onto his cock and making you gag once more. You looked up at him to find that he was already looking down at you, and you could've sworn that he had the slightest hint of a grin on his face.
"Fuck, Felix... Christ, I might need to keep this maid of yours all to myself. She's just too sweet and too fucking pretty to let go..." He laughed, his attention now focused back on you as you choked again.
Soon enough, you could tell that he was getting closer to his orgasm, judging by how he began to grasp onto the back of your hair and how his grunts became an octave louder. And, yes, you were correct, as not even a moment later, you felt him tug at your hair once again before you heard him groan and the warm, sticky sensation of his cum going down your throat.
Once you swallowed it, Oliver then pulled away from you, allowing Felix to have a turn with you. You watched the taller boy with intrigue and arousal as you watched him wrap his hand around the thick base of his cock, jerking himself off and gasping softly as he looked back into your eyes.
"Oh, fucking hell... Keep looking at me like that, sweet girl. Yeah, just like that." He groaned finally before he threw his head back, his moans now echoing through the room as he finally reached his climax, his eyes rolling back as his cum now painted your face.
Once the two of them had become spent, you were about to get up and leave before you saw Oliver go over and sit on the bed, beckoning you over with a singular finger. You then slowly came over to him, only for him to pull you close and have you sit on his lap, spreading your legs wide and far enough for him to reach down and begin massaging your sensitive clit, causing you to let out a whine.
"Oh! Oh, my god!" you practically sobbed as he picked up the pace before you heard him chuckle from behind you.
"I'm Oliver, not God, darling. But, I appreciate the sentiment." he teased you, putting more pressure behind your fingers and rubbing harder. You gasped, your thighs beginning to quaver as you reached closer and closer to your climax.
You then sighed softly as he leaned into you, whispering in your ear, "Can you do me a favor, love? Look up at Felix for me, please. Let him see that beautiful face of yours when I make you come."
You nodded, your eyes now shifting upwards to meet Felix's gaze, whimpering quietly as you felt his penetrating stare, gasping as you got closer and closer.
"It's okay, my darling. Be a really good girl and come for the both of us."
With those words and a bit more pressure being applied to your aching clit, you practically burst into tears from the pleasure as you came, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, your back arching up and off his chest.
"Good... Good girl. Such a good little helper, aren't you?" He whispered, kissing your forehead, making you nod in your dazed state. Felix then leaned down and kissed you, too.
"We're so proud of you, love. You did great. What a sweet little maid you are." He tells you, stroking his fingers along your forehead almost lovingly.
2K notes · View notes
multi-kpop-fanfics · 4 months
Text
Old Money, Bratty Honey
Tumblr media
pairing: bodyguard!Wonwoo x heiress!reader x bodyguard!Vernon
genre: smut - minors dni.
warnings: car sex (a limo specifically), public sex (the windows are tinted but still), mean dom!wonwoo, switch!vernon, brat!reader, sir kink, edging, hair pulling, blowjobs, facefucking, degradation, masturbation, voyeurism, cum swallowing, reader is rich and spoiled (yk how the rest goes)
requested by @onlymingyus
word count: 1.7k
summary: being born in money gives you the chance to try pretty much everything in the world - that includes fucking your two hot bodyguards in your dad's limousine.
Author's note: hello <3 this fic was requested by beloved mars - the unesco forum pics did a LOT of damage
tagging: @gyuwoncheol @wonwussy bcs they asked to suffer so here we are
©multi-kpop-fanfics, 2023. No reposting allowed. No translations allowed without permission.
Tumblr media
“Do you remember your speech?”
“Tch, of course I do.” You roll your eyes. “I wrote it myself, remember?”
“I know you did. Just wanted to check whether your brain cells are still active.” Wonwoo smirks.
“Unlucky for you, they are very much intact and in better shape than yours.” You bite back.
“Is there any time of any day where the two of you don’t argue?” Vernon groans from behind you. “Can we just…enjoy the little time we have left until we arrive at the venue?”
“Mmm, of course we can, Nonie.” You turn your attention to your other bodyguard. “He’s never fun, either way. But you are way more fun, right?” You make yourself comfortable in his lap, your manicured hands smoothing over his chest.
“Anything for you, honey. You know me.” Vernon smirks and leans in the crevice of your neck, lips and tongue gliding over your skin.
Wonwoo sighs in defeat and averts his eyes from the unfolding scene, trying to ignore it. 
If it wasn’t for the hefty salary that gets deposited every month in his bank account, he wouldn’t even be here. He would rather be walking at a dingy bar, rather than have to babysit a rich brat like you. 
And the worst thing of all? You’re smart and hot as fuck - to the point where he wants to stuff your mouth full of his dick and make you cry.
You’re aware of how uptight and cold Wonwoo is towards you and you can’t really blame him for his attitude - being head of security under your dad basically requires that attitude. Which makes messing around with him even more fun for you.
Vernon, on the other hand, is your assigned personal bodyguard and would fold in half for you, if you asked him to. One bat of your eyelashes is enough to make him cave to any request of yours, thus giving you the perfect cover for your night escapades.
But of course, he always gets rewarded for his secrecy and faith to you - in the form of letting him fuck you dumb more than often.
This is one of the occasions where you want to mess around with both of them at the same time.
You throw the fabric of your gown backwards to uncover your legs and give yourself enough space to grind your clothed pussy over Vernon’s slacks. 
“Careful with your gown, honey.” He reminds you.
“It’s just fabric, I could have tens of that.” You grin towards him.
“How rich and bratty, coming from you.” Wonwoo comments with a venomous tone.
“Yeah, that’s because I am rich, bratty, pretty and smart and you want to fuck me so bad.” You reply boldly.
He slides next to Vernon and grips your jaw with his right hand, keeping it steady directly in front of his face.
“You’re right, little bitch. I want to fuck the brat out of you, to the point you’re crying and begging me to stop.” His voice feels deeper and colder than the ocean, his eyes burning holes in your skull through his horn-rimmed glasses.
You almost hate how hot and fuckable Wonwoo looks today - but you’ve always wanted to know what’s hidden under his professional attire.
“I would like to see you try, you fucking nerd. I bet you’re still a virgin-”
He cuts you off by dragging you off Vernon’s lap and pushes you down on your knees, between his thighs.
“Dude, what the hell!” Vernon glares at the older man.
“Shut the fuck up, Vernon. You have gotten plenty of time with her since you got your job. Now sit back and watch.” Wonwoo orders him as he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock spring free.
Your eyes widen at the size and it makes your mouth fill with saliva and your pussy dampens your Victoria’s Secret panties.
“Tell me, Vernon - Does the pretty brat over here like to suck dick?” Wonwoo asks with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he runs his fist over his shaft.
“Y-Yeah, she does.” The younger man stutters.
“Does she swallow?”
“Yes, she does.”
“Yes what, Vernon?”
“Yes s-sir.”
“Hm, at least one of you can behave.” Wonwoo turns his attention to you again.
“Enjoying the power trip, Wonwoo?” You place your hands over his thighs, rubbing them up and down.
“It’s Sir for you, little brat.” He puts his hand behind your neck and brings your face close enough to let his cock slap against your cheek. “Now put your smartass mouth to good use, will you?”
“And what if I don’t want to?” You rile him up even more.
Wonwoo threads his hands in the back of your hair and forcefully slides his cock in your mouth. You gag when the tip hits your throat, but you manage to suppress your reflex with ease.
“Fuck, honey…” Vernon curses under his breath and starts palming himself over his pants.
“No need to be jealous, Vernon - I’m sure you have experienced this already, right?” Wonwoo chuckles as he uses your hair as leverage to fuck your face.
“I could get used to this, Y/N - this cock-stuffed version of yours is quite likable.”
You grunt in response and purposefully drag your teeth over his cock, eliciting a hiss from him. He drags you off his cock and pulls you upwards, forcing your back to arch.
“Do that one more time and your daddy will find out his precious daughter is a fucking slut.” He threatens you.
“You don’t want to do this, Sir.” You slur the title on purpose. “You’ll be at loss in the end, especially after fucking me like you wanted to,” you grip his wrist, “So, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and I’ll let you fuck me stupid. How does that sound?” You grin.
“Little bitch.” Wonwoo scoffs and puts your mouth back on his cock.
“Fuck, Y/N, you look so damn pretty.” Vernon moans on the side, his own pants long unbuttoned, hand stroking his pre-cum coated dick. 
Your eyes flit to the younger man and you send him a wink, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by Wonwoo.
“Eyes on me, brat. And you,” he snaps his head towards Vernon, “You better not fucking cum until I say so.”
“S-Sir, I won’t-”
“Don’t. Fucking. Cum.” He repeats with something akin to a growl.
“Fuck, I won’t!” Vernon whines in defeat, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck, his hand slowing down to keep himself on edge.
You moan around Wonwoo’s cock, nails digging in the fabric of his pants as you hollow your cheeks and do your best to bring him closer to his orgasm.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum- You better swallow every last drop like you do with him, princess.” 
You bat your eyelashes to let him know you’re ready and he presses your head until you’ve taken him till the base. You can feel the saltiness of his cum coursing down your throat. You pin your eyes on Wonwoo and stare at him until you’ve sucked his cock clean, swallowing till the last drop.
He retracts his hand and lets you get off his lap, whispering a few words in your ear, low enough to not be heard by anyone else.
“I don’t mean to interrupt but I really need to fucking cum and I don’t want to bust my nut all over the suit.” Vernon half moans, hand gripping his cock tight.
You move between his legs with a sultry smile and engulf his cock with your mouth. It only takes him a few harsh sucking motions of your lips to make him cum, a string of heavy breaths and moans coming out of his mouth.
You release his shaft with an obscene popping sound, opening your mouth to show him the amount of cum in it. You swallow it in one gulp, licking your lips clean.
“Filthy little slut.” Wonwoo clicks his tongue as he tucks himself back in.
“Couldn’t agree more.” Vernon clears his throat and tidies himself as well.
“That was definitely fun,” you sit back on the leather seats and open your purse to take out a pack of wet wipes and clean your hands. A small hair brush follows right after and you fix your hair, as if they were never touched in the first place.
“How is your makeup still intact?” Vernon asks you with narrowed eyes.
“Ever heard of waterproof makeup?” You side eye him.
“As long as Daddy is paying, everything must be on point for his pretty little heiress.” Wonwoo comments. “We’re here, be ready.”
“No need to remind me of my job, Wonwoo.”
As soon as he opens the door of the limousine to help you out, you’re welcomed with countless flashing cameras and microphones shoved in your way, but Vernon rushes next to your side to keep them at a safe distance. 
You put on your finest smile for the cameras, knowing which way to turn your head so the gossip magazines will have only your best shots. 
The noises of the crowd are drowned out once the three of you enter the venue of the gala and your bodyguards double check that everything is okay and you can proceed.
“How ironic to see the two of you being so professional while you were cumming like highschool boys just a few minutes ago.” You giggle.
“How ironic to see you acting like a proper lady after sucking off your security entourage in your daddy’s limousine like a cheap whore.” Wonwoo smirks and you fight back the urge to hit his head with your purse, as you walk over to the table with your assigned seat.
“You didn’t have to be so sassy about it.” Vernon covers his mouth to hide his grin.
“And you should have been more discreet with your visits in her room.” Wonwoo almost snaps at him with a stern look on his face.
“You’re not actually gonna snitch, are you?” The younger man looks at him partially horrified.
Wonwoo’s lips curl in a dirty smirk and he leans into Vernon’s ear.
“As long as you’re willing to stand guard in front of her door all night long while I’m teaching the little brat some manners, then your dirty secret is safe with me.”
Vernon pokes his cheek with his tongue, wishing he was able to shove his fist in Wonwoo’s face.
“So? Are you willing to do that, Chwe?”
“.....Yes sir.”
“That’s what I thought.”
1K notes · View notes
pettydollie · 4 months
Text
could you IMAGINE bakugou having a gf whos a teacher?? but not just any teacher, nono. a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER. lowkey when he sees u teaching a kid abt counting apples or something, he will think abt having children with you. just seeing you being so gentle nd sweet with little brats munchkins turns his brain into mush.
on one particular day, he went into your classroom wearing his hero costume for a little q/a type thing. everyone was so impressed just by looking at him, even if they didn't know who he was. they were all sat whispering to their friends at small desks as bakugou's large figure just strutted in LOL.
you give him a tiny little peck when he walked into the classroom, to which some kids let out "ooo"s and snickered. you clapped your hands together. "okay boys and girls, let's walk over to the magic carpet for circle time!" you led bakugou with you to the large rug where two chairs were set.
the kids were all sat in a circle, excitedly waiting to talk to the number two hero!! bakugou sat down somewhat awkwardly as for the first time in a while, he was a teeeensy bit nervous for whatever reason. "today we have a special guest joining us for circle time! does anyone know who he is?" you grinned as you saw many hands go up.
"yes, ryu?" you picked on an adorable little boy in the center. "that's mr. dynamite from the news!" he yelled.
"that's right, ryu! but let's use our inside voices, please." you smiled. "does anyone know what mr. dynamite does?" you questioned again. one little girl was squirming in her seat, hand held high. "go ahead, kanako." you nodded to the girl who sat up straighter upon being called on.
"he saves people, l/n-sensei!"
"damn right i do." bakugou smirked pridefully. you lightly nudged his shoulder. "no cursing." you whispered. he rolled his eyes but listened nonetheless. "okay, starting from this side of the rug," you pointed to the left. "you can ask anything you want to the hero, as long as you are kind. and if you don't have a question just say 'pass' and we'll go straight to the next person." you announced. all the children nodded in unison.
"start us off, please." you handed the 'talking mic' to the first kid. "mr. dynamite sir, where are your blasters?" he curiously turned his head to the side. "huh?-" bakugou looked down at his hands. "my gauntlets? left those guys at work. they're too powerful to be here." he answered.
the punks students continued to ask their questions and bakugou replied calmly like this was an everyday event. "you're big." a boy stated. bakugou quirked a brow. that's all this brat had to say? "i know." he replied nonchalantly. "why?" the kid blinked, keeping a straight face.
"uh, why?? i dunno, kid. jus' the way i am." he shrugged, not really knowing how to answer. the kid folded his arms and moved to sit on his knees. "it's my turn now.." a quiet girl next to him tapped on his shoulder, reaching out for the mic. the boy stuck out his tongue at her before turning away to look at bakugou again. "thas' not a real answer."
"kenji, that wasn't kind. you had your turn, now please give the mic to haru." you frowned. haru's eyes turned glossy and her lip began to quiver, but kenji still wasn't letting up. "thas' not fair, sensei!" kenji whined.
"hold it, kid." bakugou stepped in. kenji's attention turned to bakugou, an angry pout written all over his face. "ya ask me sum dumb question," he began. oh gosh, a dumb question? he's not wrong, but he can't say that to a 5 year old! "katsuki." you muttered, trying to get him to stop. but he kept going anyway.
"but i answered it, right? y'r not being a team player to y'r classmate, buddy." bakugou finished, waiting to see what would happen next. the room fell silent. kenji had listened, handed the microphone to haru. he was still upset though, everyone could see it.
"one minute, haru. kenji," you called out. the boy looked up with fat tears in his eyes. "is there something you want to say to your friend?" kenji wiped his eyes with the back of sleeve and mumbled "sorry." to haru. "is okay." haru accepted happily with a toothy grin.
bakugou leaned back in his chair, feeling satisfied with himself as the questions continued. huh, who knew right? you could get used to this.
when the period was over, bakugou waved goodbye to all the kids. however, he bent down in front of kenji and put his fist out. although the child was still somewhat annoyed, he couldn't hold in his grin as he fist bumped a pro hero. "let's all say 'thank you' to, mr. dynamite!" you stood up from your chair, folding your hands together.
"thank you, mr. dynamite!!"
bakugou kissed your cheek and walked to the door with you following behind. you opened the door and he adjusted his mask quickly. he ruffled your hair. "see ya at home, babe."
a/n: literally so rushed im so sorry i just had this thought and i had to get it out. will for sure be coming back to this later :D
2K notes · View notes
gloxk · 5 months
Text
Think she grippin’ on my dick but that’s my gun baby~
(Eren Y.)
Tumblr media
A/n: Lil sum sum— srry fa neglecting yall. My schedule is so fuckkkkkeedd. But, I got sum more ‘plug’ eren comin up for my luvz. Anyway I hope yall enjoy this my luvz🫶🏽!
Synopsis: First link w Eren Yeager after not seeing him in a long time. ♥︎
Warning (s): Gun kink , dirty talk, Eren talking you through it, Mentions of drugs, riding an inanimate object, f/m, Uhm like reader calls him sir? Pet names, Needy s*x, Smut, ovi. girl yk the deal 17+ around here!
━━━━━━━♥︎━━━━━━━
You kicked your feet while biting your bottom lip, “Yeah, I know you miss me, baby.” You cheesed at his comments. Eren knew exactly what to say, his words were so sweet and slick. “Of course I miss you ren. When you gon come see me?” You heard his music blaring through his speakers. This boy really had you thinking about him every second of the day and night. “Whatchu mean? I’m outside right now ma.” You nearly took flight running down to the front door. It felt like time was nothing more than a mere interference with your speed. You swung your door open , your smile instantly dropped looking at your empty driveway “Fucking asshole, you lied.” He cackled as if you said something funny. “Nah I’m here.” He flicked his head lights grabbing your attention, you forgot his car was completely black. You didn’t understand why he would make his Hellcat so dark. Didn’t he want people to see it?
You smiled seeing him get out of his car, he looked so fucking fine in his Nike tech. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Knees nearly buckled as Eren approached the door. You gulped back your salvia, it felt like swallowing a golf ball. “Heyyy baby.” His lips met your cheek, it’s been so long since you saw Eren. His voice held a sweet tang and a long draw to it. His fragrance was a mix of Dior Sauvage and Backwoods. His eyes spoke for themselves; red and low. “Eren—are you high?” you pulled his face closer to yours. Examining his eyes—yeah, he was fucking hammered. “When am I not?” He flashed his pearly whites, you always wonder how he got his teeth so nice and white. If perfection was a human it had to be him, there was no visible flaw within that man. “You gonna smoke your brain away if you keep it up.” You closed the door and walked with him up to your bedroom. Eren looked at you with a soft expression, his eyes locked on to yours. “Aww, you care about me, baby? Fine, I guess I have no choice but to do as you wish.”He jokingly replied. Eren didn’t have many people who cared for him, so it was nice to know you were one of the very few.
Eren found himself in your bed once again, he nuzzled into your neck while a basic Netflix movie played. He wasn’t particularly interested in the movie, and you were aware of this. But he acted like he was excited to watch it. Your hands ran over his thigh grazing over his dick. Fingertips wrapping around it. “Damn Ren, you must be very happy to see me huh?” you giggle sinking into your bed lining. Eren's dark jade eyes met yours, the lower part of his face was covered by his hand. Unbeknownst to you, he had a new hand tattoo; a skeleton face—damn he looked fine. “That ain’t my dick, that’s my gun baby.” He laid on his back, his shirt slightly lifting revealing the weapon. You couldn’t resist wrapping your fingers around the handle of his gun; it was calling your name. You held it in your hand admiring the weapon, it alone held the power to remove a soul from this world.
“You like it?” he took the gun away from your grasp. He parted your thighs placing the cold metal against your cunt. “Yes sir.” You bit your lip at the sheer cold touching you. The hairs on your neck stood up, it was so dangerous, it turned you on. He slid your panties over letting the blistering cold metal meet your pussy. The gun started at a gentle pace, moving slowly against your clit. Erens lips occupied your neck; kissing and sucking it. His tongue lightly brushed over your collarbone, you felt his tongue piercing glide against your skin. You rutted hard against his gun trying to relieve the built-up pressure in your abdomen. You didn’t want his gun, you wanted him. You wanted him to fuck you silly until you could no longer comprehend your surroundings. “Fuucck, I need more ren, I need you.” The gun hastily left your thighs. “I need you too ma.” His mouth met his glock licking your slick off of it. Eren's lips pressed firmly together creating a ‘mmm’ sound. He got on top of you pressing his chest against yours. You felt his bulge through his sweatpants, his dick was begging to be left free. He pulled his sweat pants down, just below his crotch panel. Your fingertips slipped under his elastic waistband; tugging his boxers downwards. His dick pounced out, an angry red color washed over his tip. “Fuck, it’s been too long.” He stroked his dick letting the bead of pre cum coat his tip. Eren slid inside inch by inch, he grunted feeling your heat. “Damn baby, I ain’t fuck you good in a minute huh? You miss this dick?” You nodded quickly, yes—you missed everything about him. His hand wrapped around your mouth looking at his tattoo covering your face. It turned him on seeing it on you— whether his hand was around your throat, mouth, or ass. It always looked so perfect on you.
Eren tugged your shirt up watching your tits bounce as he pounded into you. You tried to push him away from overstimulating your cunt “Nah, This what you wanted right? Take this dick.” He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder, he fucked you faster making you scream out. You could have sworn you put holes in the sheets because you were gripping them so tightly. You threw your head back clenching around Erens cock. Your body jolted at your release, finally letting go of that pressure you once had. “Ahh- fuck-“ you moaned while subtly grinding against his abdomen. His pace faltered, but not ending, Eren didn’t stop fucking you until he came all over your stomach. By then you were already on your third orgasm. He positioned himself beside you kissing your neck while tracing circles on your arm. “I know you love that shit.” He sighed, he was a fool for you as you were for him. He loved looking at your fucked out expression knowing he was the reason you looked like that.
“Mhm, I do, I really fucking do.” He grabbed his gun again setting it down on your chest, “That’s my favorite gun now, ima get your name carved in it.” That gun will forever be by his side from now on.
━━━━━━━♥︎━━━━━━━
4 my whores.
2K notes · View notes
gatheringbones · 5 months
Text
[“It was only after I came out as a dyke that, for the first time in my life, I felt ready to celebrate being a girl, and I did. Actually, I overdid. Armed with Esther Newton’s Mother Camp, Judith Butler’s Gender Trouble, and Joan Nestle’s A Restricted Country, I embraced femme. I dressed up in short flowery dresses, pushup bras, satin panties, and lacy stockings. I paid great attention to my long, curly, perfectly-coiffed hair, my glamorous makeup, and especially my pouty lips. I spritzed Lola’s smell on my skin—Estee Lauder’s Private Collection—and painted my nails. I wore all of it with black combat boots and a brilliant sense of irony. I reveled in my girliness, went over the top, learned how to tweeze my eyebrows and line my lips with a lip pencil.
My gender presentation was unmistakable: blatant female sexuality. I was a proud, in-your-face, take-no-prisoners, uppity, don’t-assume-I’m-straight-because-I-wear-lipstick-and-dresses femme dyke. Because femmes are always assumed to be straight or sleeping with men, and I do sleep with men, I made sure to always have a butch on my arm so I’d be read as femme. Even though I was sure I’d be mistaken for straight, the boys took one look at me and steered clear. It was as if I was too much of a woman for them to handle, like I was a handful, and I was. But butch girls love a handful—a handful of tits, a handful of ass, a girl who needs to be handled, a girl who can handle herself.
How I figured out I was a femme had a lot to do with the women I was attracted to and the dynamic between us. When I was in junior high, I used to mess around with a friend of mine named Angela. Angela was one of those girls who developed early; I remember she had big breasts in like sixth grade. We mostly kissed and touched over clothes, and we played out various boy-girl scenarios. I was always the girl—my early femme roots. My favorite of all our little scenes was the one where she was my male boss and I was the secretary. The boss made me have sex with him and told me if I didn’t I would get fired. Now this was all before Clarence Thomas, Anita Hill and the media awareness/obsession with sexual harassment. I remember she’d tell me to suck her dick and push my face unmercifully into her crotch, which smelled amazing,. The drama of it all—the force, the degradation, the power games—really got me off. After that, there was no going back to simplicity. I was hooked on the power.
Jen really epitomized all the girls I was attracted to then and still am. Being with a butch girl, I was valued for my combination of strength and vulnerability, for dressing up, for wanting an arm to hold onto, hips to wrap my legs around, being able to give my body over to her and say, I trust you, I’m yours. My butch loved me in low-cut dresses, appreciated my sexual voraciousness, worshipped my inner slut. I reveled in the fact that I could be strong and submissive all at once. Surrender and still be a feminist. Being a dyke is not just about who I fuck and love, it’s about being a girl who doesn’t play by the rules.
Butch girls don’t play by the rules either, and I love butch girls. Girls with hair so short you can barely slide it between two fingers to hold on. Girls with slick, shiny, barbershop haircuts and shirts that button the other way. Girls that swagger. Girls who have dicks made of flesh and silicone and latex and magic. Girls who get stared at in the ladies room, girls who shop in the boy’s department, girls who live every moment looking like they weren’t supposed to. Girls with hands that touch me like they have been touching my body their entire lives. Girls who have big cocks, love blow-jobs, and like to fuck girls hard. Every day, it is the girls that get called Sir that make me catch my breath, the girls with strong jaws that buckle my knees, the girls who are a different gender that make me want to lie down for them.
Someone else said it about me recently and it’s right on target: “She gets off on all different sorts of people sexually, but she falls for butches.” Like the poet who bought her first strap-on with me and then wanted to sleep with it on. The shrink-in-training who got harassed every time she drove down South. She did look so much like a fifteen-year-old boy: blue button-down shirts, neatly-combed blond hair. The ad exec who had names for her dildos and used to love for me to spit-shine her wingtips. The photographer whose face was so mannish she could pass almost anywhere. The writer who wanted a body like Loren Cameron’s. The telephone repairwoman who drove a truck. The cook who had a boy’s name. The academic who got cruised by gay men on Castro Street. The cornfed farmboy from the Heartland with arms so hard and strong you swear they’ve been working the land, not the iron at the gym.
And there’s the one who’s got the James Dean stare down, and dresses like a clean-cut fag, and looks at me like she could look at me forever and never blink or grow tired or move from the spot she’s in. She’s a girl who loves girls like me—girls in velvet bras, girls who want to surrender to her mouth. She’s a girl who isn’t afraid to throw a femme down on the bed and fuck her. Possess her. My kind of girl. This girl is different.”]
tristan taormino, from this girl is different, from a woman like that: lesbian and bisexual writers tell their coming out stories, 2000
1K notes · View notes
jjsbank444 · 8 months
Text
Protector (A Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron AU)
Hello my loves! I think this has been my most awaited fic ever? I am so overwhelmed with the number of you who have been waiting excitedly for this, from the moodboard to the teaser, thank you so much. This is my longest, most story-driven work I ever created. I adored writing this and I hope you all enjoy reading it just as much. I took heavy inspiration from the Twisted Series for this (iykyk) so some things may be pretty similar. Any feedback is much appreciated. Lots of love.
Pairing: Bodyguard!Rafe Cameron and Billionaire's daughter!reader Word Count: 14K Warnings: Swearing, mentions of stalking, mentions of violence, mentions of panic attacks. Playlist inspiration
Tumblr media
You anxiously bounced your leg up and down, the slight clicks of your heels matching the sound of the large grandfather clock ahead of you, the noise doing nothing to soothe your spiraling mind.
Sitting inside your father’s office wasn’t new to you, but the circumstances which you found yourself in certainly weren’t something you were familiar with. You tried to find comfort in the dark wooden room, the art on the walls that you had analysed too many times or the empty armchair behind the equally undecorated desk, but the pounding of your heart didn’t slow.
You forced your eyes shut as you mentally counted from one to ten, hoping that by the time the numbers came to a halt, your chest would stop heaving and the situation would resolve itself. Of course, you knew this was false hope.
The sound of low chatter outside the large oak door was yet another confirmation of your reality, as you seethed in a breath, eyes fixated on the door handle, awaiting the verdict of your future.
The door opened with a creak, and you looked up to find your father in his signature button-up shirt and trousers, the outfit he had on since as long as you could remember. His face appeared calm but the crease between his eyebrows was a tell-tale sign of stress as well as his lips which were strained into a smooth line.
He was followed by a man you were unfamiliar with, causing your eyes to widen in shock and anticipation. His frame was huge, much taller than your dad who was nearing his sixties, therefore ending up towering over him. His shoulders were broad and chest strong, which you could easily make out through his black blazer and white shirt. His jawline was sharp and manly, cheekbones sticking out for attention. His hair was buzzed, affirming his hard and ruthless look, a wild contrast to his piercing, ocean blue eyes which should have emitted a soothing look, instead appearing emotionless.
You swallowed hard when his eyes met yours, the lack of anything behind his gaze making you shudder and turn your attention to your father who was shuffling behind his desk and took a seat in front of you. The other man stayed standing, crossing his arm in front of him, as if to await further instructions.
“Sorry to have kept you waiting darling. I trust you had a smooth journey here?” Your father spoke as he looked over at you, sending you a reassuring smile which normally would have quieted your mind, but his words didn’t have the desired effect.
“No problem Papa, I understand you’re busy.” You nodded, carefully following his movements as he pulled out a stack of papers and a series of brown envelopes from his drawer, the sight sending a shiver down your spine as you turned your attention to your hands in your lap.
“Mr Cameron, please take a seat.” Your father spoke again, and linking a name to his face filled you with a sense of satisfaction. You watched as he pulled out the chair next to you and took a seat, slightly bumping his knee with yours, causing an unexpected surge of energy to run through you, as you quickly pulled your leg further away from him.
“Thank you for meeting me at such a short notice.” His attention now turned to Mr Cameron.
“Of course, sir.” He spoke, voice low and husky, perfectly suited to his outside demeanor.
“As you know, my daughter has been receiving threatening messages. The perpetrator is currently unknown, but my team is looking into it as we speak. However, I am having to spend a considerable amount of time travelling for business to various countries in the upcoming months.” He continued, eyes darting between the pair of you, voice serious and pressing, his words making your internal organs ache from the grim truth.
“My daughter’s safety is most important to me. Whoever is following her may be dangerous with bad intentions. It is crucial that she is protected until this individual is revealed.” He followed, attention now diverted to Mr Cameron solely who nodded in understanding and determination.
“Darling, I have hired Rafe Cameron here to be your bodyguard while I am away. He has been briefed and is tasked with looking after you 24/7. He will be taking you to your classes and staying until you are ready to be picked up. I do not want you leaving anywhere without him.” Your father spoke to you, and with each word you felt your breath growing shallower as your pulse picked up. You could feel your hands growing clammy and mind fogging over from the understanding and the weight his words carried.
“A bodyguard!? 24/7? Papa, I’m sure that’s not necessary.” You started warily, not wanting to upset your father or go against his words. The truth is, you were scared. You have been plagued by candid images of yourself, taken on someone’s camera who knew your address and found amusement in posting them to you with enclosed cryptic messages. But the idea of losing your independence completely made you feel like you were suffocating and unable to breathe.
“It absolutely is necessary, and I will not be willing to have a further discussion about this.” He shut you down with a hard gaze, leaving you to nod and divert your attention out the window. Fighting would have been no use, and the lack of sleep from the past week had left you unwilling to burn your energy unnecessarily.
“I will leave you with Mr Cameron who will explain more about the arrangements.” He nodded as he began to stand, signaling that the meeting has officially concluded. Heaps of questions were running through your mind as well as worry and caution. You had no idea what the next months would bring, and the feeling of unknown has brought a sick feeling to your stomach.
You stood up alongside Rafe, who awaited your father to open the door and give him a handshake, followed by the paperwork he had on his desk just a moment ago. You could only imagine the details these held about you, curious to find out and yet not wanting to ask.
“Y/N, just a moment?” You heard your father’s voice urging you to stay inside as he closed the door behind your new bodyguard. You looked up at him expectingly, with a little hardness behind your eyes.
“I know this is a huge ask darling. You are in senior year of college, and I know you don’t want someone to follow you around all the time. But I cannot have something happen to you.” His voice shook a little in fear, the significance of his words throwing you a little, immediately feeling guilty for disapproving of his intentions. You reached out as you gave him a hug and an understanding nod. You clutched your bag and followed out of his office, leaving you to bump into a hard chest, almost sending you stumbling backwards. You found Rafe’s hand around your wrist, steadying your uncontrolled movement as you looked up at him annoyed.
“I understand you have to be close to me Mr Cameron, but perhaps leaving a little room to breathe might be good for us both?” You questioned him with raised eyebrows as you threw your bag over your shoulder and pulled your arm from his grip, turning to strut downstairs towards your car, wanting nothing more than to be in the safe space of your home. Your sudden departure led to you missing the way his eyes twinkled following your words and the way a ghost of a smile hinted at his lips.
You looked around in confusion, trying your best to recite the parking spot you left your car in at the time of your arrival to your father’s office. You groaned in frustration as you walked up and down, cursing yourself because how can someone lose their car so easily!?
“Your car will be waiting for you at your apartment. I’m driving you home.” Came an aggravating voice from beside you, startling you out of your thoughts. Realisation hit as his words sunk in, while you turned to face him with a frown on your face.
“You know, I’m perfectly capable of driving myself.” You stated while crossing your arms to highlight your annoyance.
“I’m sure you are Miss Y/L/N, otherwise you wouldn’t have your license.” He replied smugly as he pulled a car key out of his suit pocket, opening the door to a black range rover beside you. He looked at you expectantly while you weighed your options up. Your apartment was a half an hour drive away from the city and in heels you would not be able to make a single leg of the journey comfortably. With a huff, you threw yourself into the passenger seat and without another look in his direction you waited until he closed the door behind you and walked around to the sit behind the wheel.
He reversed the car smoothly and got on the road, and while you almost questioned how he knew where you lived, you were reminded that he likely knew more about you than you did yourself. You stared out the window as the radio played in the background and you contemplated how you got in this position.
Being a billionaire’s daughter had often led to you being pinpointed in a crowd. People knew your father and labelled you as stuck up and pretentious or wanted to be your friends hoping to be sucked into the lavish lifestyle. You learned from an early stage that people can’t be trusted, keeping most of them at arms-length, only letting a few carefully chosen candidates into your heart. You struggled with dating and making friends, so the idea of someone being so obsessed with you to a point of stalking was unfamiliar and scary.
“I installed cameras and a new alarm system at your apartment before this meeting. I will show you how to access it when we get in.” He interrupted your thoughts, noting how his tone was monotone and professional, cold and reserved at the same time. His words hit you as your eyebrows drew together in sense.
“Wait, hold on. You went into my apartment without anyone telling me?” You looked at him with wide eyes as a huff left your lips.
“Clearly if you are unaware that someone gained access to your home, then we had a problem.” He confirmed, eyes hard on the road.
“That’s not really the point.” You mumbled in a whisper, but you were sure he heard you.
“That’s exactly the point.” He grumbled, sending a glance your way before returning his attention to the scene in front of his eyes.
“I will also need your class schedule. Your father had been unable to provide me with it.” He continued, earning a scoff from you.
“Do I also have to tell you when I go to the toilet?” You asked, sarcasm dripping from your words as you rolled your eyes.
“If it requires you to leave my sight, yes.” He nodded, leaving you dumbfounded and more annoyed than before if that was even possible.
“Fantastic.” You whispered to yourself as you noticed that you were pulling up to your apartment building. You jumped out the second the engine was off and made your way towards the elevator, with Rafe right behind you. You gave a friendly wave to the receptionist whom you have become accompanied with in the past year of your residency.
As soon as you arrived to the top floor, you rummaged around to find your keys, feeling a sense of relief when you found them, ready to get inside your place.
“You won’t need those. New lock.” Rafe muttered as he held out a new, silver key towards you. You paused for a second, debating whether to even question the fact that he changed your lock on his own accord, without your knowledge, but you felt too tired and overwhelmed. You snatched the key from his grasp and entered your home, sighing in relief as you tossed your purse on the nearest countertop and flopped onto your sofa, reaching to pull your heels off in a single movement, throwing them towards your shoe rack.
You leaned back, allowing your head to hit the cushion and closing your eyes for a second, in hopes of forgetting everything. Your blissful state however was interrupted by a cough from Rafe, who you realised was standing in front of you, with an expectant expression.
“You got me back home safely Mr Cameron. I’m sure you are free to go now until I need you?” You asked, the need to curl up in bed and sleep taking over you in a whirlwind.
“Of course. I will be in the spare bedroom if you need me.” He nodded as he looked at you briefly, appearing hard and emotionless, seemingly his natural state of being. Understanding washed over you as you gazed across the room to the spare bedroom, a suitcase waiting on the floor with various shirts hanging off the door hook.
“The spare bedroom? You’re staying here?” You spat out in shock and terror a headache setting in from the number of unexpected turns today has brought you.
“24/7 was the assignment Miss Y/L/N. Your father asked me to be as close as possible, in case your stalker were to try and approach you in your home. So yes, I will be staying here.” He answered crankily, although his expression stayed stoney and you almost felt compelled to see what you have to do to bring any emotion out of him.
“This is ridiculous.” You muttered to yourself, as you buried your face in your hands. “I suppose that means we’re housemates now Mr Cameron. I hope you enjoy watching trashy TV.” You joked as you sent him a teasing smile, trying your best to mask your frustration with sarcasm.
“Let me make something clear Miss Y/L/N.” His tone condescending as he took a step closer to where you sat. “I am your bodyguard, and I will protect you with my life. I am not your friend, and I am not your housemate. I will not get involved in your personal life. You just have to do as I say when it comes to security matters. That is all.” His arrogance fueled something in you, warming you from inside out as you could almost feel smoke evaporating out of you. Instead of dignifying his statement with any reaction, you plastered on a smile and stood up, ready to make your way towards your bedroom.
“Glad we had a nice talk Mr Cameron.” You nodded, smiling. “Make yourself at home.” You opened your arms as you signaled around your living room and without another word, you walked into your room, slamming the door behind you with a little too much spite while you groaned to yourself. That night you fell into bed, eyes pounding with a headache and stomach churning from the events of the day, annoyed and frustrated at the world. And although you had hoped, tomorrow you would wake up and there would be no stalker, no Rafe Cameron and no college to deal with, you shed a tear as you realized you were utterly in the deep end of it all.
Waking up the following morning, you had approximately two seconds of bliss and calm before you heard clatter coming from outside of your door, reminding you that you no longer had the apartment all to yourself. You got up with a sigh and got ready for the day, thanking yourself for prioritizing an en-suite bathroom last year during your flat hunting weeks and took a deep breath before exiting the bedroom.
You found Rafe in the kitchen, leaning against the island with his phone in one hand and a mug in the other, already dressed in his black trousers and dark, navy shirt, seemingly ready for his day.
“Morning.” You offered with a grumble, as you walked towards your coffee machine, to find it has fresh, still hot coffee in it. “Is this for me?” You asked, brows furrowed as you glanced at him.
“I made too much.” He answered diplomatically, making you hum and blush slightly, feeling stupid to have assumed he would purposely make you a drink.
“I have three classes today. I have to get going soon if you’re ready?” You glanced at your phone to check the time, seeing you have approximately fifteen minutes to get going to avoid being late.
He nodded, setting his mug on the kitchen island and waiting for you to grab your belongings to leave your home.
The journey to the college was quiet and slightly awkward, the new routine and person sat next you unfamiliar and creating a sense of unsettlement in you. You knew you would get more looks than usual in your school, with a bodyguard trailing behind you at all times. You had texted your friends in the car to let them know, their reactions full of questions, more so about his appearance than his purpose, making you internally scoff as you suppressed a grin.
“My god, he is hot.” Your friend, Bella squealed as she laid an eye on him, making you roll yours in fake annoyance.
“I wouldn’t mind him following me around.” Agreed Mia, as she gave you her usual hug as if she hadn’t seen you all but two days ago.
“These are my friends, Bella and Mia. And this is Rafe Cameron.” You did a quick introduction, the girls seemingly swooning as Rafe gave them an approving nod.
“Have you heard from them recently?” Asked Mia as the three of you made your way towards your first class of the day. In the meantime, Rafe allowed a smug smirk to play on his lips from the appreciation your friends showed, although he secretly wished the praise came from you.
“Not since last week. I tried to figure out if there is a pattern of when they show up, but nothing. Sometimes I’ll get two letters in a day, sometimes nothing for two weeks.” Your shoulders slumped in disappointment as you shook your head, frustrated that after months of torment, you still hadn’t figured out who your stalker was.
“It’s okay Y/N. Your dad’s whole team is working to find this person. And you have us. And well, I suppose Rafe might help too.” Bella bumped your shoulder with a grin on her face, making you chuckle from her reassurance.
The next weeks you fell into a routine with Rafe. While your stalker hasn’t been active, you would wake up, go to your classes and have him sit a couple of desks behind, eyeing you carefully. Then you would go home, have dinner - which no matter how many times you offered, he refused to have with you. You watched TV while he sat on the armchair to the side of you, looking at his phone instead of the screen that had your favourite films and series playing. You then went to bed when you had enough, only to hear him make some food for himself, until the light in the kitchen was turned off and the door to the spare room closed for the night.
Considering the two of you now lived under the same roof, you had not learnt much about Rafe. He kept to himself, only spoke when he was spoken to – and even then, only if he felt the need to justify anything with a verbal answer. He was grumpy and harsh and yet you were fascinated by him, wanting to learn more.
So, one morning when you woke up, you made it a mission to befriend him. A stimulating challenge is what you named it, because it had nothing to do with the fact that this awfully handsome man was by your side, each and every day. It was simply and only fascination.
You grinned at yourself in your mirror before you stepped out of your room, ready to accomplish the task you set for yourself.
“Good morning Mr Cameron.” You mused the moment you laid your eyes on him, in his more casual attire as he swapped his button down to a black t-shirt.
“Morning Miss Y/L/N.” He answered with brows raised and a flicked of confusion appearing around the creases of his eyes. So he is capable of showing emotion.
“I thought we could have a day out at the mall today? I don’t have classes and I could use a break.” You smiled innocently as you grabbed your keys and wallet, a glimmer of cheekiness playing on your face.
“Whatever you would like.” Rafe nodded, pocketing his phone and grabbing his car keys, gesturing towards the door. You happily followed, eagerly making you way down to his car and jumping into the passenger seat the second the car opens.
You could see Rafe giving you an odd look, mixed with confusion and a hint of amusement that disappeared just as quickly as it came.
“Do you like shopping?” You asked, your first attempt to break down the barriers in between the two of you as he backed out of your apartment.
“Not particularly.” He grumbled as he scrunched his nose at the thought.
“Hm. That’s a shame.” You snorted a giggle, imagining the well over six foot tall, pure muscle of a man navigating your favourite shops.
“When is your birthday?” You asked, the next question rolling off your tongue with ease. You could see Rafe glancing in your direction awkwardly before diverting his attention back to the road.
“Soon.” He said diplomatically, making you roll your eyes.
“Come on Mr Cameron. You probably already know mine alongside my blood type, how many moles I have on my body and the name of my childhood arch nemesis.” You joked, referring to the wad of papers he has been given about you. “The least you can do is tell me your birthday.” You almost itched your eyes when a hint of a smile played on his lips, before he answered your question, monotone and composed.
“November 8th.” He said simply, your eyes widening.
“Rafe, that’s next week!” You exclaimed in shock, his first name leaving your lips with such ease as if your only purpose was to repeat it over and over again. He shrugged in carelessness, while you planted the small piece of information away in your brain for a later date as you arrived at one of your favourite places to be.
“And what’s your favourite colour?” You carried on with the interrogation, earning another look in your direction from him.
“What is this?” He grumbled, not amused.
“Just trying to get to know you at least a little. Since we’re spending every day together.” You shrugged, a cheeky grin on your face.
“Well, don’t.” Rafe shut you down as you let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment and crossed your arms, looking out the window. I’ll try again later - you thought.
A while later, you bit down on your lips to suppress a chuckle as you watched Rafe’s eyes darting between the number of clothing and shoe racks, his displeasure clear on his features. You were currently on the hunt for a few new dresses and shoes to match as you held up a few options to try on before making your way towards the dressing rooms. You had several different items of dresses that you liked the look of, but in true nature you wouldn’t be willing to decide until you saw how they hugged your curves.
“I will wait here.” Rafe stopped just outside the changing rooms, making your brows furrow.
“Actually Mr Cameron, I could use some help deciding.” You started, seeing the way his eyes widened ever so slightly at your proposition. “Please?” You added, bright, doe eyes on display, your best smile on your lips, hoping to sway him. When you heard a grunt that sounded very much like him giving up a fight, you grinned and squealed, almost skipped into a cubicle where you changed into your first option.
“What do we think?” You chirped as you leaped out of the dressing room and gave him a little twirl in your pink dress. He looked up from his phone and clenched his jaw before turning his attention back to the device.
“It looks fine.” He nodded, not sparing another look, but you didn’t miss the way his knuckles whitened from the force in which he held his phone in his grip.
“Wow, don’t shower me in compliments too much.” You joked, while walking back in and trying the rest of your options on. Each followed with a fine and a small look, while internally you wished you invited your girl friends who would actually be some use in helping you make a decision.
Trying your last dress on, a silk, black, slip on dress with a pair of silver heels, you stepped out, not expecting anything different. You were surprised to see his jaw slightly falling slack and eyes widening with his pupils dilating as he seethed in a small breath, before shutting his eyes and looking away. The reaction left you feeling hot all over as your cheeks heated and your throat felt dry, desperately licking your lips. His approval of you made you feel things that previously you could only imagine, the interaction making you want more from him, seeing how far you can push him.
“So, which one?” You croaked out, as you looked over at yourself in the large mirror.
“This one.” He nodded while you watched him look over at you up and down one more time, shifting in his seat and running his hands over his neck, the veins of his arms popping making your chest heave.
“Great.” You smiled in fake confidence, but the moment you closed the door behind you, you felt your knees buckling whilst you replayed his reaction to you, the idea of bringing an emotion out of him now feeling more of a challenge for you to not crumble under him.
Quickly, you changed back into your clothes and met Rafe outside who was now standing, and phone pocketed. You couldn’t help a small blush creeping on your cheeks as you looked at him, stepping in front of him to make your way to the register.
You visibly shifted as your cashier checked Rafe out, clearly flustered, although as you looked back you found his eyes on you as opposed to her, the proximity of him standing right behind you sending a small shiver down your spine. Kindly, you smiled at her watching as she stiffened under your gaze while calling your items through and accepting your payment. You reached for the bag she offered you, until a warm, large hand on your lower back stopped you in your tracks and you found Rafe reaching over you to take a hold of the bag.
“Thank you.” You breathed out as you looked at him and sent him a shy smile, earning nothing more than his signature nod as while he removed his hand and waited for you to leave the line and make your way out of the shop.
Your next destination was a bookstore, your most loved shop in the whole mall. It’s where you spent most of your time, the place filling a void that no purse or expensive brand could.
After sending a smile and a wave to the woman behind the counter, you started browsing through the books, picking out a few, looking over the covers while engrossed in the text at the back, holding onto a few whilst placing back others, making a mental note of those that caught your attention.
A period of time and picking out five new books later, you realized Rafe had wandered off, spotting his large, towering figure at the other end of the small shop, still in your sight as he was reading the first couple pages of a book himself. The image t of his crouched back, leaning over, lips slightly parted as his eyes fixated on the words in front of him enlightened a warmth in your chest, his soft look unusual and yet so fitting for him. You quietly walked towards him, not wanting to disturb him, your plan seemingly failing as he jumped a little after you stepped on a creaky floorboard.
“Found something you like?” Smiling, you diverted your attention to the cover, which from the front it looked like some sort of history book that you were unfamiliar with.
“It’s okay.” He hummed as he closed it and went to place it on the shelf, before you placed your hand on his, electricity running through the both of you as he stared at you in disbelief.
“Let me get it for you.” You grabbed onto the book, waiting for him to let go, but he just shook his head.
“Stop being stubborn. It’s a book. At least I can watch you do something other than stare at your phone all evening.” You grinned, as he scoffed at your accusation, finally allowing you to add his book to your pile.
“Like those mindless shows you watch are any better.” Grumbling, he reached towards you as he took the books out of your hand, now holding your shopping bags in one arm and those in the other, while you stared up at him in shock.
“My shows are very entertaining, thank you very much.” You bit back a smile, the interaction leaving you happy as he peeled back his layers slightly, feeling of accomplishment washing over you.
“Whatever you say. You ready to go?” He pointed his head towards the counter, and you nodded, following after him as you completed another purchase, excited to have been able to treat him just a little. Rafe, although would never admit it, felt beyond himself as his heartrate failed to settle, replaying the soft touch of your fingertips on his knuckles and your attentive eyes on him as he tried to convince himself that he was not gaining feelings. He was professional and you were kind, sweet and generous, but only a client regardless.
November 8th came around like lightspeed, and before you knew it, you found yourself waking up extra early as you paraded around your kitchen with several bowls and utensils scattered around the island, a large mess as you were working on Rafe’s birthday cake, while convincing yourself that you were just acting as a friendly neighbour to a man who was tasked to protect you.
You baked the batter last night, pretending to go to sleep in your room, only to re-emerge a couple of hours later once you were sure Rafe had laid his head down for the night. You were surprisingly good at remaining quiet during baking, resulting in you having a ready cake in the morning that just needed decorating.
You settled for a blue icing, with simple white swirls and patterns and a soft ‘Happy Birthday Rafe’ in the middle of the cake which you were very satisfied with once it was finished.
Shuffling rang through your apartment just as you finished, leaving you scrambling for a candle and a lighter as you planted the item in the icing, lighting it and holding it in your hands as you waited for him to appear out of his room.
He looked at you with wide eyes as a visible blush crept onto your face at his sleepy state while you noticed his top half was unclothed, only a pair of boxers covering him. His strong abs and wide legs left you breathless as you looked him over, finally settling on his shocked expression, slack jaw and slightly agape mouth. Not good, not good at all.
“What is this?” He asked, voice husky and full of morning rasp that made you swoon internally and bite down on your lips, wishing that the act could ground you and help you keep it together.
“Well, don’t make me sing for you Mr Cameron.” You joked, hoping your words could mask your flustered being. He took a step closer, carefully reading the words on the cake over and over again, until his eyes dropped to the mess behind you and finally landed on your smiley, excited expression as he swore his heart fluttered in admiration for the first time in his life.
“You baked me a cake?” He let out, confused and a little lost, his stoney appearance crumbling at your feet as his eyes sparkled, basking in your kindhearted gesture.
“Hmm, I tried my best. You know, it’s extremely hard to do anything for someone’s birthday when they are following you around constantly.” You rolled your eyes playfully, holding out the cake nearer to him.
“Make a wish and blow out the candle before the wax melts all over it, please.” A chuckle left his lips and you had to suck a breath in, the sound not something you were familiar with but god, if you didn’t wish you could hear it again. It felt like the pair of you had passed an unspoken milestone, him warming up to you enough to see him in a vulnerable state of momentary bliss.
He took another step closer until he looked down and blew out the candle, his eyes meeting yours as they were full of gratitude, making you wonder just how a man like Rafe Cameron spends his birthdays.
“Well, I’m sure you must have things planned for your birthday? Since I couldn’t get you anything else, I was planning on pinky promising you that I would not leave my apartment all day, so you could go out and have fun.” You smiled and shrugged, the offer seeming so mundane, but you hoped he could feel at least a little at ease at least on such a special day.
“That’s..” He started, brows furrowed, still in shock from the way a client of his made such an effort for him. “That’s very kind, but not necessary.” He settled on, diplomatically and not wanting to give anything away.
“I assure you Mr Cameron, it’s fine. You can track me on the cameras if you need to.” You chuckled, the soft smile that appeared on Rafe’s lips was a mixture of thankful and shy, but most of all sad and it made you feel like somehow your soul ached from the intensity of it all.
“You have plans today, don’t you?” The question left your lips more shocked than you would have liked as his face twisted into a second of pain before he gathered himself.
“No, I don’t. I’m working.” A shrug of his shoulders was his only answer, but the way they fell stiff proved his discomfort, making your heart clench.
“What about your family?” Your voice only above a whisper as you gazed at him in sadness and guilt eating you alive to have taken this day away from him without knowing.
“Y/N…” He started, your first name falling from his lips that left you open mouthed, the sound caressing you in warmth. “They’re not in the picture.” He breathed out and as much as you wanted to find out more, you knew now was not the time.
“Oh.” You sighed awkwardly, as your eyes darted around his face which you could no longer read. “Okay, well that just means you’re stuck with me today. What would you like to do?” You asked, excitement taking over you. Birthdays were something you always cherished, the feeling of celebrating someone making you feel joyous and filling you with a sense of pride.
“What would I like to do?” He repeated as if the words sounded alien to him, but you just nodded and hummed, waiting for his confirmation.
“I don’t know.” He laughed awkwardly as he scratched the back of his neck, the movement making his arm muscles jump and suddenly you felt hot and cold at the same time. The feelings you started harbouring for Rafe felt wrong but so right, making you dizzy and lost and yet yearning for more. Stop this – you cursed yourself internally.
“Okay, how about some coffee and cake to start the day while you have a think?” Placing the cake on the counter and showing a few dishes aside, you looked at him for confirmation, finding him gazing over at your figure, his stare burning a whole into you as he nodded and walked beside you, gathering the loose items and placing them in the sink over running water.
“Rafe, stop. It’s your birthday!” You protested, earning a side grin from him as he grabbed the sponge and got to work on the dishes ignoring your look of disapproval.
By the time he was done, two hot cups of coffee and two slices of cake were laid out on the breakfast bar, as Rafe walked into his room and pulled a shirt over him, much to your distaste.
It was suspected that Rafe Cameron didn’t grow up in an idyllic family and wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of loving people the way you have been. He never spoke about his family, you never heard him on the phone with anyone in particular and although he spent enough time staring at his screen, it seemed like he was either completing some sort of work or reading on it as opposed to texting.
The fact was however, that he didn’t know what he enjoyed doing on his birthday. He treated the day of celebration with awkwardness and an uncanny amount of hesitation, clearly unfamiliar with the fuss you made about him on his special day.
You encouraged him to think for himself, make decisions and lead the way and unbeknownst to you, the way you validated his emotions has been the greatest present Rafe has ever received in his life, full of gratitude towards you.
The day was spent with walks around parks, admiring the late autumn leaves and enjoying the fresh air, followed by bookstore hunts as you came to realise he used books as an escape the same way you did. Stops at coffee shops for hot chocolates and lattes while sitting in comfortable silence and people watching together.
It had filled you with a sense of relief, seeing Rafe so in his element with such peace and calm on his features and you would be lying if it didn’t make your heart skip a beat that you contributed to his visible contentment.
You were now stood next to him, a long dress hugging your body, his blazer draped over your shoulders on your way back from the restaurant you treated him to as part of his birthday celebration. He wanted to refuse, deflecting on how you had already done too much for him that day, but you took no notice of his words. The pair of you enjoyed a bottle of wine alongside fine pasta, giggling and warming up to each other, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t the happiest. Recalling the way his blue eyes danced in the candlelight, the way he asked questions about you and even told you stories about him, feeling like he was more than just someone that was being paid to spend time with you. It felt amazing.
The walk home was short, in hindsight a blessing as the air significantly cooled now that the autumn sun rays faded away. You were walking side-by-side, his hand occasionally bumping yours, sending a surge of electricity through your fingertips each time, yet you didn’t step further to avoid the contact.
“Tell me about your favourite birthday memory.” You blurted out, regretting your words instantly as his face twisted in pain and his eyes glazed over. “Sorry, that was stupid. You don’t have to.” You defended quickly with a flustered chuckle, cursing your mind.
“Probably the last birthday with my mum.” He nodded as your breath got stuck in your lungs, gazing at him in disbelief as he actually shared something so special and meaningful about himself to you. “She left us when I was 6. But she made sure to always make a huge deal out of my birthday.” He smiled at you, a sting of devastation playing behind his eyes as his words felt like they were twisting your heart, the squeeze in your chest causing physical pain.
“She was the last person to bake me a cake, before today.” He confirmed your suspicion as he sent you another meaningful stare before looking away and focusing his eyes on the steps he was taking.
“You deserve to have a huge deal made out of your birthday.” You whispered to him, the small smile that his lips curved into proving you that your words have found his ears as a slow hum left his lips, before the sound of cars and the click of your heals was the only thing that could be heard.
Your apartment building came into view, the knowing that tonight was ending filled you with a sense of dread. You knew tonight had been a big deal to the both of you, yet you were unsure what tomorrow would bring and it made you a little nauseous. You slowed down your steps, wanting to cherish the last few moments before you came to a complete halt just before you could get to the glass door that held too much uncertainty. Rafe picked up on the change in your demeanor, brows pulled into a line as he stopped beside you, a questioning look on his face.
“I know this may be overstepping, but I am grateful to have you in my life. And I know you said you don’t want to be my friend previously, but I hope you know that I am a friend to you if you ever need anything.” You admitted as his face softened, stepping closer to you until there was only a small distance between your bodies, his figure towering over you while his eyes never left yours.
“I don’t want to be your friend Y/N. I don’t want that word in your mind when you look at me.” He breathed, a finger under your chin as he tilted your face up towards him, his eyes full of conflicting emotion, want and need mixed with hesitation and sin. His eyes darted between your eyes and lips, the same way yours couldn’t find a place the settle on as he started closing in on you. You heard his erratic breathing mixing with yours, felt his heart beating against yours in the same rhythm, anticipation building with tension.
You felt his lip graze yours as you sucked in a surprised breath, and leaned in, his smooth skin against your begging to taste you as you felt his jaw clench and a shuddered breath left him, the air hitting you. Your head was spinning as your hand creeped up to his jaw, lips still not connected but he was so close and you needed him to be closer so badly.
“I..I can’t.” He mumbled, dropping his hands that were residing on your hips, the words he spoke vibrating on your lip as your eyes popped open, realizing that he will not kiss you. That you wanted him to kiss you and yet he won’t, your heart breaking for the first time.
“Right. Yeah.” You agreed, pulling away and looking up at him, his features tense, shoulders hard and strained and eyes dark and contained while yours were glossy, knowing you lost him before you even had him. Knowing that the man you had gotten to know after so much effort and time was yet again a stranger on his own accords.
The following morning acted as a confirmation of the evening’s almost events as you stared at him, ice blue orbs looking through you as if you were no longer the woman he held in his arms last night, the shadow of his lips grazing yours, replaying his words. You felt stupid for believing he wanted something, wanted you the way you yearned for him. And suddenly, the emotional distance you believed you had closed in on seemed to triple, him locking himself away so deep, you were sure you could never bring him back out.
And so, November was spent with you holding a hammer, breaking down his walls over and over again. Because you understood he was mislead his whole life. He was made to believe that people and happiness were temporary. Like he didn’t deserve permanent. But you were here, proving him wrong every step of the way until he gave up being the ice cold man, the shadow figure he taught himself to become.
He put up a fight, not trusting his instincts when it came to you. His head was scrambled with every look he gave you, every time you touched him reassuringly, every moment you shared with him was foreign. Yet you were there, showing him softness and kindness and he couldn’t help but give into you and accepting you, turning you into his lifeline, his breath of fresh air and allowing you into his heart once and for all as December approached.
Christmas came quickly and disappeared just as fast and before you knew it, the New Year was just round the corner.
The month of December was filled with hot chocolate, warm blankets, Christmas movies, fairy lights and soft innocent touches sprinkled with pining looks towards one another.
It felt like a turning point in your friendship with Rafe after the coldness in November his birthday followed. It was clear he would not break his professional promise to himself, but it was even more obvious that he felt as strongly towards you as you did for him. His place on the armchair switched to the seat beside you on the sofa, his knees grazing yours as you shared a fuzzy blanket most nights. Even after months of living together, he still hadn’t figured out the right amount of coffee to make in the mornings, always ending up with an extra cup’s worth, perfect for you to have, of course unintentionally. Lonely dinners turned to grocery shopping together, planning out your meals and taking turns behind the stove. Those mindless shows you used to watch alone were now something you followed together, on nights when you weren’t sharing about the new books you were reading beside one another. Falling asleep and waking up abruptly on the sofa together, feet dangled and your face on his chest, reveling in his scent to slipping away into your own bedrooms, hating the feel of the cold, empty beds. Catching glimpses of each other looking over lovingly, filled with admiration that made you both dizzy.
With your father being away and Rafe seemingly not having any family he would prefer to spend Christmas with – not that you didn’t encourage him to take a few days off – the two of you ended up cooking Christmas dinner together and shared a few thoughtful gifts, the holiday feeling special for the first time since you were a child. Because no matter how much it went unsaid, the two of you made each other feel loved and looked after, the way some higher power knew you equally needed it.
Your newfound domesticated routine only made your feelings grow for him, your heart aching each time his fingers grazed your arm or thigh, wanting nothing more than to touch him and have him give into you the way you knew he wanted to. While you were happy to have seen a softer side to him and got to know the person he was under the surface, you wished to learn all about who he was, completely and honestly.
But no matter how much you wished your circumstances were different, the fact was that he was your bodyguard, and you were only his client.
The thought sat in your belly bubbling while you hunched over a series of papers, trying your best to concentrate on the essays you needed to write, although the man sat across from you, engrossed in his book with a hot drink in his hand harboured most of your thoughts.
“Hey, so..” You began, drawing out your words until Rafe lifted his head, eyes meeting yours and no matter how many times he looked at you, you still felt your hands growing clammy under his sight.
“There’s this thing for New Years tomorrow night. I was hoping we could go?” Playing with your fingers, you bit down on your lips in anticipation of his words.
“Where?” He asked closing his book, attention now fully on you.
“It starts on campus, but I think we’ll end up going to a club or two after.” You shrugged in answer, slightly downplaying the scenario. In truth, you didn’t go out much. You enjoyed spending time at home and especially since your threatening messages, the number of times you went out and got drunk decreased exponentially. But you enjoyed celebrating important occasions, this being one of them.
“You can’t.” Rafe grumbled with brows drawn as he shook his head, his clear, cutthroat dismissal shocking you.
“But Rafe. It’s New Years! I’m sure even stalkers take the night off to celebrate it. I’m going.” You stated as a matter of fact, appalled at the suggestion he made. You watched as his nostrils flared and jaw tightened, his frustration showing clearly in his features. You were equally angry and not ready to back down as your body tensed and you pressed your lips into a tight, thin line.
“It’s a security hazard. Anyone could be there, it’s crowded and it’s not safe. So no, you’re not going.” Harsh words flew out his mouth as his hard gaze landed on you, arms crossed and flexed, as if to try and contain the unsettlement from bursting out of him.
“Well, you’re Mr Security. Figure it out!” You shouted, frustrated that the one thing you have been looking to attend was now tainted from his stubbornness. You looked away for a moment, hoping to gather yourself but his words drew you back into reality.
“I have just figured it out. Let me remind you of the arrangements Y/N. You are to follow my orders. I was hired to protect you, and put your best security interests first, not to be your best buddy taking you to parties and do whatever you feel like. That is not how this works.” His voice came out louder than he anticipated, words cutting through to you like shards of glass as tears threatened to spill from your lash line. You knew where he stood, but him saying it with such aggression hurt more than you could ever prepare yourself. His unwillingness to do something to make you happy, to try and compromise bothered you more than it should have, the realization of how much you wanted him to want to please you taking over you, suffocating your mind and body.
“Yes. You made that very clear Mr Cameron.” You nodded as your lips wobbled and a single tear fell on your cheek that you wiped away aggressively. Quickly, you gathered the loose bits of paper on your table and closed your laptop, not sparing a glance in Rafe’s direction while pocketing your phone as you took large strides towards your bedroom, that you slammed shut and locked, preventing him from entering.
“Y/N, please.” His voice sounded remorseful and full of regret, but your heart had already been shattered as you crawled under your duvet and buried your face in your pillow, allowing your tears to free flow in any which was they desired. You clenched at your chest as you heaved, feeling physical pain in your heart every moment you recalled his rough tone and jarring look, as if the last months you spent together were nothing special to him. You couldn’t stop thinking about all the small moments you shared, all the times you got so close to tasting his lips or feeling his heart under your palm, the mental images sending you into a frenzy as you laid there in your sorrows for hours.
You must have dozed off for a little while, your curtains remaining undrawn but the dark sky from the outside reminded you it was at least late afternoon.
A soft knock of knuckles against your door grasped your attention as you sucked a breath in, remaining quiet, not wanting him to know he had your full attention.
“Y/N, I made dinner, your favourite.” He breathed, voice unsure and careful, not wanting to say the wrong thing again as he was overthinking in his own mind, the last few hours driving him insane.
“I went out and got that chocolate cake you like too.” He continued and you felt your tummy rumble from the thought of food and your heart ache from the realization that he really did pay attention to you, but at the same time feeling sick from having to share a space with him.
“I just..” He sighed as he ran his hands through his hair and leaned his forehead against your door, cursing himself for messing up the one good thing he ever had. “I’m just really sorry. I wish I could take you.” He mumbled before pushing him away and leaving you in the darkness of your room, texting your friends to let them know that you will in fact be there tomorrow, ignoring the pang of guilt in your chest as you made your decision.
The following morning you woke up with puffy eyes and a rumbling stomach, glancing at your phone to see it was already past 11. You groaned as you forced yourself out of bed, creeping towards your door to see if you could hear any movement that would signal Rafe’s whereabouts, only being met with silence.
You slowly opened your door, as you peaked your head though and looked around, unable to see the broad shoulders that you became so accustomed to. A sigh fell from your lips as you walked towards the kitchen settling on some juice and a sandwich which you started putting together, when you heard someone croaking their throat behind you.
“Can we talk about it?” Rafe breathed out as you turned your face, finding him on the sofa, in the spot you normally occupied as he lowered his phone. His eyes were plagued by dark circles, the idea that he hadn’t slept because of your falling out comforting you while making you feel awful, knowing you have planned on crossing him later out of spite.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” You shook your head, turning your attention back to your meal, which you brought back into your bedroom with you without as much as a further word, missing the way he dropped his head in his hands, allowing his guilt to consume him completely.
Your overnight bag was packed full of the black silk dress you bought a few months ago, the matching shoes, a purse and a few makeup items as you sat on your bed, waiting for the moment when the shower turned on, signaling the all clear for you to sneak out. Luckily, Mia only lived a couple blocks away, ready for your call to leave her house to pick you up without raising any suspicion. Having lived with Rafe, you were aware of his routine, counting on the fact that he would be in the shower soon and to your luck, the water turned on just as you expected it to.
You carried out your dirty dishes with you and placed them on the counter, signaling to him that you have been out, hoping this would deter any suspicions he might gain. You were counting on the fact that you hadn’t discussed anything that he would leave you alone for the night as you could sneak back in during the early hours of the morning, without him finding out. The plan was a little shaky, but you didn’t care enough to find a solid solution, as you stepped out the front door and pulled it in with the quietest of clicks, while praising yourself.
After a quick message and walking a few doors down, your friend Mia picked you up as the two of you giggled in excitement of what the evening has in store for you.
The night was in full swing as you found yourself in a club, surrounded by people from your college and other universities, all having fun and excited to welcome in the New Year. You were a few drinks deep, dancing and swaying your body with your friends, slurping on the alcohol, enjoying the buzz it gave you. You felt on top of the world, not having done anything this fun in months and for the first time in forever, you felt as though you were free from all troubles. No stalker, no bodyguard in your tracks, no failed relationship and no broken heart. Just you, your girls and the boozy drinks.
It was nearing midnight, your excitement shooting through the roof as you watched the clock, showing you there was only three more minutes to wait. The ceiling was covered in balloons and confetti, waiting to be released on all those surrounding the dance floor the moment the countdown was up.
“I’m going to get us some shots for when the time is up!” Shouted Bella, as you and Mia nodded and waved her off, continuing to dance. That was until a shoulder bumped into you hard, swinging your bag off your shoulder and sending you stumbling, almost falling over.
“Hey!” You shouted in annoyance as you turned around, finding a man vaguely familiar to you looking shocked and almost scared.
You were ready to defend yourself, until your eyes fell on a brown envelope that he was holding in his hand, reaching towards your bag.
“Shit.” He breathed, taking a couple of steps back as the realization sunk in that you were now face to face with the man who had been sending you creepy, explicit and threatening messages to you, as well as images of yourself for the past months, keeping you inside in fear on numerous nights.
“Who are you?” You shouted, voice trembling as you created more distance between the two of you, subconsciously looking around for Rafe who was of course, not around.
“I love you Y/N! I know you don’t know me yet, but I could treat you so good. Please give me a chance.” He begged, eyes wide and hands clasped as he sunk to his knees in front of you, grabbing onto your leg, making you scream as you tried to get out of his grasp, panic setting in.
“Omg, Y/N, that’s…” Your friend started as she immediately pulled her phone out, taking a picture of the man in case he was to vanish before she dialed the police and held your hand, pulling you more into her, ready to find a security guard.
“Don’t leave!” Shouted the man as he was back on his feet, reaching for you, making you more scared and unable to breathe. You were in histerics, tears falling from your eyes uncontrollably, waiting for his burning touch to reach you, until you looked to find him being tackled onto the ground.
“Don’t you dare touch her.” You heard Rafe’s voice, a sense of relief washing over you, although your hands were still shaking and you pulled yourself closer to your friend. You watched as Rafe pummeled the guy, his nose bloody as he stood no chance against your bodyguard. A few people have turned around, pointing at the scene unfolding, giving the two of them more space as some of them cheered and clapped, while others stood and watched in shock.
“3..2..1! Happy New Year!” You heard around you, as alarms started going off, the crowd shouting in happiness as all the balloons and confetti started falling from the sky, while you stood there, mascara stained cheeks, chest heaving, ears filled with a high pitch ring, the whole world seeming to play in slow motion.
“Get her outside.” Rafe shouted at Mia and the now arriving Bella who watched in confusion and shock, while Mia grabbed the two of you and dragged you outside, not wanting to go against Rafe’s instructions.
“Y/N, talk to me please.” Your friend was pleading, but you just stood there frozen, staring into space, unable to form the words as you watched police cars pulling up and a number of men raiding the club. Moments later the guy was in handcuffs as he was carried out and pushed into a van, all the while shouting pleas at you to love him back.
Rafe emerged from the club which had too many bystanders pointing at the cars, while others too drunk to understand what’s going on continued dancing. His shirt was crumbled and his chest visibly raised and sunk much faster than you had ever seen it.
“You okay? Did he touch you?” He hurried over while he examined you, looking for any signs of injury. As he reached you, he desperately held onto you, your face between his palms, making you relax into him and shutting your eyes momentarily.
“I’m okay.” You whispered as you looked at him, another tear falling down your cheek, which he wiped away with his thumb. He looked furious, teeth clenched, veins popping in his neck but terrified at the same time, and the fact that it was from the idea of you hurt made your heart tug in your chest.
“We’re going home. Come on.” He pulled you into his side, and after a quick chat with your friends that you blocked out, he walked towards his car where he opened the door for you, waiting patiently until you were in your seat.
The drive was filled with heavy breaths from both of you and the occasional sniffle from you, laced with an unspoken tension lingering in the air.
“I mean jesus Y/N, what did you think?” Rafe broke the silence as he turned to you momentarily, eyes wide and lips pressed together, quickly returning his gaze to the road as if looking at you too long might make him lose his mind.
“How did you know I was gone?” You whispered, turning your face to Rafe while ignoring his remark, feeling too overwhelmed to argue with him.
“I wanted to give you space Y/N. But I started getting suspicious after not hearing anything from you for hours. I have a spare key to your room.” He admitted, as you nodded, no further explanation needed.
“I’m sorry.” You whispered, the words cutting something in him as he bit the inside of his cheek, his jaw clenching, but not saying anything further, the remainder of the drive fueled by silence.
It wasn’t long until you were in front of your apartment, Rafe unlocking it and flicking the light switch on, opening the door and waiting for you to walk in. The sight of colourful balloons and confetti painting the floor, two closed boxes of pizza on the side, a large projected clock that was now showing 12:52 and sparkly decoration hung up all over the living room greeted you, filling your eyes with unshed tears and your chest with an unimaginable amount of guilt, seeing the lengths he went to so you could still have a good time, while you lied to him.
“I didn’t want you to miss out. I’m not a complete monster.” Rafe stepped in behind you, closing the door and sending you a sad smile, a choked sob erupting from your throat as you buried your face in your hands, allowing your tears to freefall with such intensity it startled you both.
“Hey…” Rafe cooed, the sound of his calming voice triggering you further as he placed your bag on the sofa as walked to you, hooking an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest. You let your arms fall around his neck, as he placed one hand in your hair, slowly caressing you while the other stayed on your waist, his thumb drawing patterns into your skin.
“I was so scared Rafe. And I’m so sorry for sneaking out and going against your word. It was stupid and I’m just sorry.” You sobbed and you felt him shake his head at your words as he planted a kiss into your hair, the feeling of his lips heavenly.
“Shh. It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I should have let you go and came with you.” He apologized as he lifted you up suddenly, walking to the sofa where he sat down and pulled you into his lap, his hands never leaving your body.
“You’re okay. Nothing bad can happen to you now. He’s gone, alright?” He mumbled as you nodded, feeling him reach for something until your blanket was pulled over the both of you. You clung to him for dear life while straddling him, your face buried in the crook of his neck, and you had no plans on moving.
“Deep breaths baby, yeah? Breathe for me.” He soothed, playing with a strand of your hair as he deepened his own breaths, hoping you would start copying it and so you followed his lead.
“Good job sweetheart. Now close your eyes for me. I’m not going anywhere, okay?” He continued and you nodded, scooting as close to him as you could until you were fully comfortable, allowing your eyes to flutter shut and before you knew it, you were asleep in Rafe Cameron’s arms, who couldn’t ignore the way his heart threatened to beat out of his chest with every second your body was flush against his. He needed to convince himself that you were there, safely in his arms and selfishly, he held onto you for a long while after you had dozed off, unable to let you go just yet. The scent of your shampoo filling him with sweet comfort and the soft breaths leaving your mouth reminded him that there was still good in the world, good that he so desperately wanted to deserve and make his own.
The morning light stirred you awake, the events of last night slowly hitting you as you found yourself in your bed, confused as to how you got here. You recalled the club, the shouting, Rafe’s protective arms around you and the way your eyes fell heavy while in his grip. He must have carried you to your room.
Climbing out of bed, you heard his voice talking, realizing as you opened the door that he was on the phone. He was wearing his usual attire, button-down shirt and trousers, one which you haven’t seen him in in a while as he got more comfortable in your presence, so did his uniform.
“I got to go now.” He spoke, eyes landing on you as he ended the phone call while you looked him over confused.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?” He asked attentively, his words tugging at your heart strings.
“Better, thank you. Who was that?” You asked, feeling slightly out of your comfort zone.
“That was my agent. He confirmed your stalker was Dean Willis, he went to your class in college. He was arrested and is looking at a long few years in jail with your father’s influence and generous donation. You don’t need to worry about seeing him again.” He explained and a relieved sigh fell from your lips as realization to his familiarity settled in you, feeling stupid for all the signs you must have missed. In the meantime, you knew the influence your father tended to have and although it seemed unethical, you couldn’t be more grateful for his position in this current time.
“Thank you, Rafe. For last night. I really messed up and I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t there.” Your lips trembled as you ran your hand through your hair, a soft smile on his lips as he nodded at your apology.
“I’m just glad you’re safe.” He spoke as he took a step towards you, uncovering the suitcase and large bag that was covered by his frame until this moment, confusion spreading through your features.
“Rafe, what’s going on?” You pointed to his belongings, frightened as his expression read a flicker of hurt and disappointment.
“My assignment was completed Y/N. The guy is no longer a threat to you and so my contract is expired. I’m being asked to leave.” He stepped in front of you, a soft palm placed against your cheek as his thumb brushed the smooth skin.
“Wait, so that’s it? You’re leaving me? You said you wouldn’t.” You whispered, voice painful and strained, the idea of not having him in your life sending a rush of grief through you.
“I have to.” He nodded, voice equally quiet and reserved as he swallowed hard and shook his head in disappointment.
“Are you going to take another client on?” You asked with a frown, jealousy boiling in your blood at the idea of someone getting him instead of you, because truly no one was deserving enough to have him in their lives.
“I’ll be taking a little career break.” Softly, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before giving you a sad smile followed by the purse of his lips and stepping away from you, the distance feeling cold and unnerving.
“Right. I guess you do deserve it.” You chuckled awkwardly, adoring the way his lips turned upwards from your words but nevertheless, your shoulders slumped and you had to look away for a moment as your sadness clearly painted your features.
“Rafe, I think I’ll miss you.” You admitted, tears clouding your vision slightly, already feeling more empty than ever and he hasn’t even stepped out of your apartment yet.
“I think I will miss you too Y/N. It was a pleasure to serve you.” He smiled as he tried to hide his obvious scowl while he turned around and grabbed his suitcase, pulling the keys to your apartment out of his pocket and placing it on the coffee table. He gave you one last glance before opening the door and stepping out of it, closing it right behind him, leaving you in the empty, cool flat. You stood there, waiting for your heart to stop aching, as a series of tears fell from your eyes, realizing that as much as you tried to get away from him when you first met him, a life without Rafe Cameron may just be a sad and lonely one.
Heartbreak was a funny emotion, especially when you were aching for someone who was never truly yours. You feel it all, the hurt, the longing, the need for their presence laced with anger and disappointment and yet you want nothing more than to turn back time and do it all again.
The next weeks you spent wallowing in your sadness, focusing on school work and inviting your friends as many nights as you could just to escape the lonely, dark pit that was your mind. So when your friends encouraged – forced – you to accompany them clubbing, you tried to convince yourself that it would help you forget about Rafe for one night, which was better than staying in for another, constantly thinking about where he may be and why he never contacted you since he left you.
You knew he had feelings for you, that much was clear. You also knew that he didn’t date his clients, hell he barely dated from what he told you. But you were no longer his client and had not been tied down by contracts and legislation. Still, he was nowhere to be seen, making you feel like a temporary part of his life and it ached.
Your first night out without Rafe lurking in the background has filled you with anxiety and anticipation, the bad kind. You felt on edge, as if someone was watching you from the shadows, waiting for any opportunity to harm you. Of course, your stalker has been arrested and life returned to its uneventful theme, but you couldn’t shake the thumping behind your ear that had been riddling you ever since leaving your apartment.
You were dancing with Mia and Bella, the girls having the best time as they twirled each other and you, with drinks in their hands. You were still only on your second, slowly sipping on it, waiting for the haze of the alcohol to calm your nerves, but it never came.
While trying your best to keep it together on the dance floor, you caught the eye of a guy, looking to be your age across the room as he looked over at your dancing form. The attention would normally make you feel desired but tonight the only man you wanted was one who was no longer in your life.
The thumping in your chest grew more as your hands became clammy and started shaking, the feeling foreign and making you slightly worry at the way your body was reacting to nothing in particular.
“I’m going to get some air.” You leaned in to your friends as you shouted, the words coming out uncertain which they seemed to pick up on too.
“You want us to go with you?” Mia answered as she stopped her movements, her eyes looking over at your visibly pale and shaken features.
“No, you guys stay. I will only be a moment.” You sent them a reassuring smile, as you started pushing your way through the large number of dancing bodies, feeling trapped and needing for escape more each second passed.
Pushing the club door open, you took a large breath in, the chilly winter air nipping at your skin with harshness, zapping at you with such intensity you felt it on your bones. But even the cool air could not stop your broken heart from racing as you squeezed your eyes shut and tried to focus on levelling your breath.
“Hi gorgeous.” Spoke a voice behind you, as a set of hands creeped their way around your waist intrusively, the voice in your throat getting caught as you froze on the spot.
“I saw you looking at me across the room. You’re the prettiest girl in this bar.” The man leaned closer and whispered in your ear while squeezing on your skin and as if someone flipped a switch, you started shaking, a sense of fight taking over you.
“Don’t touch me!” You shouted while you frantically tried to get the stranger’s hands off you, tears streaming down your face as you threw yourself all around in order to get out of his grasp and create distance between him and safety.
“Jesus. You’re crazy.” Mumbled the guy while holding his hands up in defence and walking away, but the damage has long been done.
You crouched down behind the wall, bawling as your entire being shook from fear, feeling like you were unable to breath as if someone threw you in the deepest trench of the ocean. You ran your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands, seeking comfort and calm which never came.
“Y/N? Sweetie, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Blurry figures stood in front of you and you couldn’t help but shake your head at the question, words not forming.
“Y/N, I need you to tell us what’s wrong.” Your friend, Mia crouched down beside you and laid a hand on your knee, which made you flinch so hard she removed her palm in an instant.
“Call Rafe.” You mumbled incoherently; your sentence followed by a slow, agonizing silence.
“What was that? Tell us again babe?” Mia followed, her voice slow and appearing to be composed, but you knew she must be freaking out over your frightened figure.
“Call Rafe. Please. I need him.” You begged, the request taking all your energy. You stayed sat there, slow tears falling from your eyes as you didn’t appear to get any better.
“She wants us to call Rafe.” Sounded a confused tone followed by a dial tone and a few broken sentences, until you leaned your head on your knee, trembling and shivering just hoping the ache and hurt would end soon.
“What happened?” You heard a familiar voice, low but apprehensive.
“We don’t know. She came outside needing air alone, but we didn’t want to leave her by herself,f so we followed and found her like this.” Explained your friend and you heard a hum until a shuffle of shoes sounded close to you.
“Y/N, baby? I’m here. I need you to look at me.” Rafe asked as he laid something around your shoulders that smelled like him, the scent of him engulfing you and immediately soothing your senses slightly, although you stayed still. That was until a couple of fingers started grazing your forehead and temple, soft and delicate as if a harder push would break you apart.
“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me.” He sounded strained, the way you looked so broken and frightened breaking his heart all over again. All he wanted was to scoop you up and take you away in his arms where he could keep you safe from all harm.
“He.. He touched me.” You choked out, voice sounding like someone else’s, but he didn’t miss your sentence as his eyes darkened and jaw clenched, the worst images plaguing his mind and fuelling his blood.
“Who touched you? Did someone hurt you?” His voice grew serious, filled with anger as he was ready to end whoever dared to lay a finger on his most important girl.
“This guy. He put his arm around me, but I didn’t like it. It wasn’t you.” You lifted your head up finally, your mascara strained, blood shot eyes meeting his furious and worried ones as he seemed to soften under your gaze. His hands moved to your cheek, holding you gently in need of grounding and knowing that you are here, in one peace, safe.
“He didn’t hurt me, I promise. It’s just all too much.” You cried as you watched him fall apart under your sad eyes, making your heart beat that little faster.
“Let’s get you home, okay? I’m here. I’ve got you.” He whispered, while noticing your gaze falling onto his lips, the gesture leaving his throat dry and breath uneven. You nodded, feeling him lean a hand under your back and another under your legs as he lifted you up, holding you close to his chest. You laid your head in the crook of his neck as your eyes closed, exhaustion taking over your being, the feeling of being near him bringing you back to your mind.
“Do you two need a lift home?” He asked, question directed to your friends who were still looking at the pair of you confused making a mental note to ask questions when you were in the right headspace once again.
“No, it’s fine. We have an uber on the way. Just take care of her, okay?” You heard as you felt Rafe nodding before he started walking to what you could assume was his car.
“You’re doing so good love. We’ll be home soon, yeah?” A soft kiss was planted to you head allowing a satisfied sigh to leave your lips as you forced a nod from your head in answer to his words. A moment later you were laid on the passenger seat of his car, him buckling the seatbelt over you and before you knew it, he was driving with a hand spread over your thigh as he traced soft patterns on your skin and your eyes began to grow heavier by the second.
The car journey seemed only monetary while you dozed off, as you found yourself in Rafe’s arm again as he fumbled with his pocket, pulling his keys out that still seemed to have a cut of your apartment on it. Once the door was open, the kicked it in with his foot and made his way towards your bedroom, laying you on the soft material of your duvet and cushions, as you started to become aware of your surroundings.
“Here she is.” He mumbled, looking over at you with a small smile and adoring twinkle in his eyes, leaving you to blush under his gaze even in your flustered state.
“Do you want me to stay over tonight, or leave you alone?” He twirled a strand of hair out of your face, while leaving him thumb on the side of your face. His warm hands a sweet contrast to the freezing cold of the outside.
“Stay, please?” You asked shyly, as you watched him nod and stand up off your bed.
“Let me know if you need anything, okay?” Rafe gazed over at you as he walked towards the bedroom door and put a hand on the doorhandle.
“Oh.” You breathed out, brows furrowed in disappointment, the sound of confusion stopping Rafe in his tracks as he turned around and waited for an explanation in silence.
“I just thought…you..” You began, words not forming the sentence you would hope for.
“Could you stay here tonight? Please?” The sound of your voice, so weak and needy filled his brain and how could he say no to you with those doe eyes and innocent sparkle you carried as he dropped his head and unbuttoned his jeans, smirking at the way your eyes started darting around your room.
He crawled in next to you, the feeling of uncertainty washing over you as you weren’t sure how to play this situation out. You settled on turning to face him, while his eyes stayed glued to the ceiling.
“I’m sorry.” You started, still trying to find your voice.
“For what, angel?” He turned his head towards you, as he shuffled closer, the proximity warming you with the want to be nearer to him, and touch his skin, feel him all over you.
“For calling you. I know we haven’t spoke since you left and you clearly didn’t want to and…” You spiralled, until you were caught off by his words.
“I’m glad you called.” He shook his head as his hand returned to his favourite place, on your face, grazing and studying your features, never wanting to forget a single freckle.
“Thank you for getting me.” You breathed out, voice no longer above a whisper as you looked over at his beautiful, heaven sent features, doing your best to get closer to him until his chest was touching yours, the sudden feeling making you gasp slightly and filling your veins with a heat so intense you thought you might burn alive.
“I will always come to get you. I will never let anything happen to you. I promise.” He whispered with meaning, while kissing your forehead, the feeling of his lips on your skin taking over your being. You looked up to see him staring at you, eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite make out, the intensity swirling behind his orbs making you feel like a mess, your brain foggy and creating a mind of its’ own.
“Because you care about past client satisfaction?” You breathed out, unable to shift your eyes from his lips which you saw curl into an amused smile, the creases making your heart thump against your chest.
“Because I’m in love with you.” Rafe confirmed, not leaving any room to overthink as he pressed his lips to yours, in the most head spinning, toe curling kiss you have ever experienced. As he pulled you closer to him, you melted against his body as a satisfied moan erupted from your throat until he broke away from you.
“I’m sorry I hadn’t come back for you after everything. I haven’t felt this way about anyone and it truly scared me. But I promise you, I will make it up to you and I’m not going anywhere.” He explained, his words washing you in love and adoration and you truly felt on top of the world.
“I love you too Rafe.” You agreed happily, for the first time feeling at ease as you connected your lips once again and you were sure you would never be able to stop kissing the man you fell for so unapologetically, over and over again until there was no turning back. Life felt complete again as you curled into his arms, feeling safe and you knew it was exactly where you were supposed to be in this moment, in every moment.
Thank you for reading. As a side note, although my request are closed, I am accepting blurb requests based on this AU, if you have any ideas/anything you would like me elaborating more on (e.g their Christmas or Rafe's birthday dinner). Love you all💗
Adding my taglist and those who I know have been waiting for this: @mvybanks @jjasen @fulla02reads @leclerc16s @maybankslover @kravitzwhore @delicaties @kikixdee @dreamingwithrafe @starkeylover @mrsmaybank13 @merc12-us @notslay-norcleor @m-indkiller @princessbl0ss0m @vivian-555 @k-n-e @dreaming-of-the-reality @inky-sun @camelliaflow3r @ifilwtmfc @illmindedyetfamiliar @bookishnerd1132 @lucky7rosie @abbybarnesstuff @fallingwallsh @bjrmaybank @bibliophilewednesday @pank0w @augustlikesdeath @jessmaybank @emmalandry @ashamedtobewhitemanswhore27 @maybanksbabe @madelynie @forevermoreharrington @runningfrom2am @softcoremaybank @h34rtsformilli @rafecameronzwhore @lovelydoveval @lail1010 @stvrligghtt @minispice-1 @ironmaiden1313 @bloody-mf-bsc @madelynie @allsmilesreally7
2K notes · View notes
bindeds · 21 days
Text
[ DON’T BE SORRY. ] : 5.1k words. 𖤐 LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM READER. — you’re dating the big boss of hell himself, but it’s a sticky situation when you’re also good friends with a tech-savvy overlord who believes the cause of your boyfriend’s daughter is absolute bullshit.
#tags. slight hurt/comfort, slight jealousy, nsfw (+18), fluff, smut, vox being a hell of a friend, lucifer being vulnerable as hell,
a/n. fuuuuck i forgot to post this under the request but this was the request that i wrote this for <33 didn''t even remember they wanted fluff which is lucky bc i suck at fluff so i don't write it too often but i ended up writing in fluff anyway bc it felt appropriate for the fic SO
masterlist. request something :>
Tumblr media
“Sir, someone is here to see you.”
Vox growled. His office would have been pitch black if it weren’t for the multitude of tv screens that stared right back at him, boring holes into his screen. They buzzed and whined with a cyan glare bright enough to light the entire pentagram. Claw marks left the edges of his head unpolished, his bowtie askew as his teeth grinded so hard he wanted to encounter a system error.
“Tell Val I am not in the mood for sorting out whatever’s got his panties in a twist this time—”
“Someone else, sir.”
“Well don’t just stand there you useless fuck! Who the fuck is it?” Static shocks ruptured from the wires on his head as he jumped out of his chair fuming. 
The employee pulled one of the handles of Vox’s grand doors. In pranced a sunlit woman with a grin that stained her cheeks red. On her arms were shopping bags lined all the way down their forearms, marking their weight on her flesh.
You pulled your rose-tinted sunglasses away from your face as you cocked a brow.
“What, are you not happy to see me Vicky?” 
“When are you gonna stop calling me that, you absolute slut!” Vox beamed, and as if a new line of code had entered his program, he shedded his jacket off to peel your shopping bags off you as he set them on his couch.
“What brings you back here after all this time, whore? And whose money are you wearing because I know there’s no goddamn way that’s all yours,” Vox laughed through his clearly lighthearted remarks. 
“Whatever. Whore is right because you’ll never guess who I’m fucking.”
.
On the edge of the pride ring resided halls and halls of vintage red wallpaper and intricate gold decor. Knocking frantically at her father’s door just to ask where his partner had gone was never how Charlie would have imagined her morning to go, ever, but here she was, knees wobbling with her hands clasped together as she waited no longer than a second before she had her fist in the air again to—
“Charlie?” 
“Dad!”
When Charlie had asked of your whereabouts, Lucifer simply frowned, though a hint of terror struck his shrunken pupils.
“Uh—I thought she was with you? Don’t you guys have that trust building exercise thing on today—”
“Yes! Yes that is precisely why I am panicking—she’s not in her room and she never misses our gatherings! Dad, how do you not know where she is?” Charlie screeched anxiously.
“Relax, Charlie I’m sure there’s a perfectly reasonable explanation for—”
“For her not to tell her own boyfriend where she’s going?” Charlie seethed with dirt kicked into her tone. 
“Let me call her, okay?” Lucifer pulled his phone out and speed dialed you. 
Something in his room buzzed intermittently. 
Charlie peered into her father’s room, only to find another phone rattling on the further bedside table.
Lucifer looked over his shoulder to the same view. His shoulders dropped.
“Ohhh no.”
.
“Face it baby, I got bigger bucks than daddy could ever conjure up.”
“Vox!” You punched him in the shoulder, unable to hold back laughs that pulled at the bottom of your stomach.
“What? Oh my god, you actually call him that in bed don’t you, you bitch? Holy shit, you really are a slut!” Vox cracked up after you both had left his building. “Where to?” 
“A few blocks away I got something to show you in the ma …”
Your lips fell numb when your gaze fell on a certain man with a white overcoat tailing in the wind as he approached your direction with a storm in his steps. He had been looking at his sides—your hand moved to shove Vox even before your body could follow.
“Ow, what—”
“Go.”
“Babe, what’s—”
“Vox go GO! Back in now!” You spun him on his heel and elbowed him back into the glass doors of his building lobby.
“Honey?” 
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck—”
He called your name, loud and clear as day that even the ruby skies of hell echoed it.
“That’s him, isn’t it?” Vox deadpanned.
“Hey!”
Both yours and Vox’s heads turned to the sound, Lucifer just a few strides away from possibly opening a portal down a ring.
“You!” Lucifer barked, gaze locked with Vox’s. “The fuck are you doing calling my girlfriend ‘babe’?” 
“Oh, that’s not—”
“Lie to me and I swear to fucking god I’ll make sure they’ll be prying you for parts.”
“Luci.”
“What?” His head snapped in your direction.
A silent gasp escaped you. 
His shoes hadn’t nearly been dragged through as much gravel as his voice had been. It was something he’d dug up from the depths of his chest like it was nothing—and it brimmed with the filth of his own disdain. 
Lucifer blinked hard as he shook his head. “Honey, I didn’t—”
“We’re just friends.”
“I know that but—”
“It’s an expression.”
Lucifer blinked a few times again, and with each blink he lost more and more tension in his brows, his shoulders—even his lips parted, perhaps to say something, perhaps not.
You and Vox were frozen halfway through the door so Lucifer kicked him in and shut the door quickly to leave you and himself out on the street.
“Why didn’t you tell me where you were going?” Lucifer asked, and it was like he placed a pillow to your head with the way his tone softened. His thumb had somehow ended up stroking soft circles on the back of your palm as he held your hand.
Vox stayed inside but his prying eyes stared through the glass nonetheless. He crossed his arms.
“Don’t look at him, darling,” Lucifer consoled with a lowered voice. He delicately took your chin and pivoted it back to him. “Look at me.”
“Look, can we talk about this back at the hotel?” You asked, but with the tone you used, you were teetering on the edge of pleading. “I’m … I’m sorry.”
“Oh, honey,” Lucifer cooed, tucking away any small pieces of hair that hung over your face. “Of course we can.”
All you could do was give Vox a weary glance before you ducked down into Lucifer’s car and disappeared in the distance.
.
The ride back had not been short of thick silences that hung in the air. Everytime you looked to him for some sort of emotion, there was nothing for you to read; his complexion was a still pond resting under the moon’s grace. Not even anger bubbled up the surface—and this is solely based on your assumption of what he must have been feeling, because he was a blank page. It’s only reasonable. 
Lucifer stopped at the newly built hazbin parking lot but didn’t pull out the key.
He looked at you expectantly, turning even his upper body to face you. 
You bit your lip.
“You don’t wanna go inside first?” A squeak of a voice was all you managed.
“I don’t want Charlie to see us upset,” Lucifer reasoned solemnly as he frowned at the floor before he returned his attentive gaze to you. “Whatever it is, I’m sure we can work it out in here.”
“I’m … ashamed, okay,” you exhaled, folding your arms over your chest as you slouched forward. “I’m in hell for a reason. I know it looks bad but I’ve known Vox since he was alive. And I still believe in Charlie’s cause! I’m doing better … you know that, right?”
“Of course, I do, sweetie,” Lucifer blurted immediately, holding your arms like he was the glue to keep you from crumbling apart. “But why did you … did you think I wasn’t going to understand if you had told me?”
“Yes,” you admitted. “Even I wouldn’t have understood if I were in your shoes. I mean, I act like a completely different person around him. And I know what Vox has done, trying to send in Sir Pentious as a spy. It’s horrible. But he wasn’t always like that. Or, maybe he was but—never with me.”
“Honey, I trust you more than just about anyone in this hell. And fuck, that’s difficult in this side of the world, right? I mean—I just … you had me thinking the worst. Well, maybe not the worst but—”
“You thought I was cheating on you, didn’t you?”
“No, never,” Lucifer denied immediately as his eyes widened but his brows furrowed. “I knew it was some kind of mistake. I know you’d never do that to me. But you know … catching up with an overlord like it’s a regular tuesday still raises a few questions if—”
“I know that. I’m sorry. I should have told you. I’m sorry,” you repeated rigidly, curling into yourself so much that your head landed on his shoulder as he still held your arms. 
Lucifer pulled back to hold your face by the cheeks, and you didn’t struggle against him as he pressed his forehead on yours, his hat tilting up to accomodate you. 
“How about a kiss and we’ll call it even?” He smiled, and you felt his warmth spread to your cheeks.
You grinned back. “Okay.”
You tilted your chin up and gave him a kiss, and both of you had sustained it longer than either of you had expected. Your hand cupped his own over your cheek. 
Your lips finally parted, but not much before you both reconnected again, then again, and the third time your mouth was a little more open—and Lucifer’s tongue slithered inside. 
Your tongue met his, and they rolled over each other every time you kissed him. A few more kisses, and suddenly you were biting his lip lightly. He chuckled.
“I can see you’re eager to make it up to me, princess,” he said in that voice he knew drove you up the wall.
“I am,” you hummed, a little more innocently than you had intended. 
“Well, what are you gonna do?” He asked, genuine curiosity brewing in a higher tone.
You slipped away from his flowerbud grasp and pulled the lever of your seat. The backrest declined all the way backwards, and you laid down comfortably while your thumb slid under your dress and hooked around something that was already mildly damp.
“I’m gonna sit back …”
You chuckled as Lucifer’s eyes followed your every movement like a moth to a lamp; he followed the way your underwear slid down your knees before you folded your legs up to your chest to fully rid yourself from the garment. You tossed your underwear in his face before he could get a good view of what he’s getting himself into. 
He shook his head in a jolt, crumpling your panties and stuffing them into his pocket anxiously. But by then you were modest again, with your dress covering your thighs but still riding up dangerously high. 
“And let you decide the rest,” you finished in a thin breath.
“Goodness, okay, woo! Okay—” Lucifer sputtered and fanned his overcoat as he averted his gaze. It didn’t last long when his gaze gravitated towards your core that had been concealed but outlined your dress.
You bit your lip. “Well?”
Lucifer’s shoulder emerged from his coat as he shrugged one side of it off, and your gaze magnetized to the view as it slipped down him like a snake traversing down a tree. 
He planted his knee on the closer edge of your seat and it didn’t take long for him to shift your legs closer together, allowing space for his knees on either side of your thighs. Though, steadying himself naturally had his chest protruding as he held onto the car ceiling for support. His muscles peeked through the folds of his dress shirt, and the same can be said with his chest under his waistcoat. But that—that was no complaint. 
He finally fell to you with only his forearms to keep him up. His eyelids sank, his gaze indecisive between your eyes and your dry lips.
He settled on neither when he ducked below your jaw and planted kisses along it before he strayed downwards. 
The spaghetti string of your dress slid down your shoulder the more your squirmed at Lucifer’s nibbles. You knew the moment he caught sight of this because he hesitated for a tenth of a second. 
He grinned. He took it between his fingers delicately and slid it down further. 
“Whoops,” he grinned. 
Glossy silicon mocked him as it peeked out from what had been peeled off you. 
“Luci, careful with that, I’ll need to put it back on later—”
Lucifer tore it off you anyway, tossing it to the back with his overcoat. “I’ll give you my coat when we go in, you’ll be fine.”
“Luci!” You laughed as he did the same with the other, your nipples stiffened from the cold air of the car. 
Lucifer sat on your pelvis, his hands traveling under your boobs to cradle them. 
You both have had sex multiple times together, and yet every time he removes undergarments off you, he enters a dazed trance like it was something new. Something to bask in the wonders of. 
He massaged your breasts gently, and it didn’t take long before he ducked down and had his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, one hand twisting and playing with the other.
A noise bubbled in your throat but you held your breath and bit your lip. Watching Lucifer hadn’t been any help; he cocked a brow at you, and a cheeky grin still made its way to the red circles on his cheeks as he quicked his tongue’s flicks against you. You gritted your teeth, a squeak making it past your lips. 
His hand abandoned the other nipple, but before you could whine in protest a new sensation rose in your lower stomach as Lucifer shifted his entire body further down.
His fingers had already been deep beneath your folds, your clit sitting pretty between as he pinched it and rubbed it in his grasp.
“Luci … fuck …”
“Atta girl,” he chuckled. Hell, you hated just how raspy his voice gets when he’s worked up. That by itself had been a leg-opener all on its own. “That’s it. Let me hear you sing.”
Your legs flinched at the jolt of pleasure his fingers brought, and Lucifer took this opportunity to lift the hem of your dress for easier access—and perhaps, a pretty view.
Every so often, he’d bring the threat of pushing his middle finger past your walls, but through the haze of pleasure, it was impossible to read his intentions when he easily could have been using your juices to lubricate his ministrations on your clit.
It had been like the wave of a wand, the way his free hand undid his tie. It dangled loose below his collar that he used to straighten out so diligently; something once so clean soon turned into a crumpled mess in your name. 
His wrist pivoted down to the buttons on his waistcoat. The faintest flick of his thumb and suddenly his waistcoat hung dead on his torso before he rubbed faster on your clit, making your squeal. 
Cold air brushed past your arousal at the sudden absence of him, and your walls throbbed against each other in response; they bruised and ached and when Lucifer turned down the brightness of the car light, it was all you could feel besides the leather your nails were sinking into.
“Luci, please …”
“Please what, honey?”
“It hurts,” you whined. You didn’t mean to, and in fact a burning sense of shame rose up to your neck and cheeks as sweat tore through the pores on your forehead but all you could do was grab his hand.
“I’m coming, daddy’s coming.”
A slow zipping sound ensued and just as quickly, the head of his erection pressed into your folds and your dripping walls pushed back from the pressure.
You moaned and grabbed Lucifer’s shoulders out of raw instinct, which brought him closer to you. 
“You want it all, princess?”
“Yes, fuck yes,” your mouth sagged numb from having to carry your writhing heart in your throat. The vulnerability of his skin on yours, the way his head was just so warm compared to the cold air earlier—your pussy throbbed once more.
 “Are you sure?”
“Please please please Luci I can’t—oh! Fuck!”
He pushed his length into you, your neck arching back as you grabbed a fistful of his shirt from where your hands hung around his neck.
Your throat clogged with the embarrassing sounds you knew you would have let out if you had no restraint left. You closed your eyes, knowing well that they were halfway to the back of your head. 
Your stomach seemed to make way for his size in you, tossing and spreading the ache to your limbs as your entire body steeled to accommodate him and the space he filled in you. 
“Are you okay?” He asked. 
You nodded, and a hole punctured through your throat as you sighed shakily. “Yes, god—” 
“Don’t say his name,” Lucifer breathed, his hand soft on your neck as he looked at your lips then back up at you. “If you have to say someone’s name, let it be mine.”
“I’m sorry.” Was the first thing your brain conjured, and the only thing you could utter when all else in there had been undone. 
Lucifer kissed your jaw. “Don’t be sorry baby.”
He took your lips in his, his forked tongue brushing past your teeth once more. “Don’t be sorry.”
It was barely considered movement when he pulled out less than half his entire length and pushed in gently, as if you were something fragile he couldn’t afford to drop. You bit your lip and hummed at how smooth he slid into you, how your juices coated him beyond what was needed. 
He pulled out quickly but reentered languidly, like a wave finding its way to shore your core clenched at the nerves that tingled in you, the bruises almost sated in what it yearned for as he thrusted again, and your heart spewed.
“Fuck, if you make a sound like that again I don’t know if I’ll be able to control myself,” Lucifer panted. “You’re so pretty, it makes me tremble.”
You reached up to give him another kiss, tilting your head along with the circles spinning in it. “Do whatever you want to me. You deserve that much.”
“Yeah? Well, I want to treat you like fucking royalty. Savor every inch if you,” Lucifer hissed through his pleasure. A choked moan left you, causing Lucifer to smile. “Yeah, see? Just like that princess. Fuck, taking me so well …”
With how soft his thrusts were, pressure subsided into more liquid pleasure that sloshed over your nerves. They lit up like christmas lights in your brain as you both moved in tandem to Lucifer’s pace. 
A fire had started at your nape from the body heat that had nowhere to go, sweat dripping from your hairline and paving wavy lines of hair that caused your forehead to glisten. Your collarbones warmed up in a different way, Lucifer’s hot breath filling the space between the both of you. 
His thrusts grew anxious over time, but his hips never once hit your ass which might have scalded your stomach further; the fact that this man possessed an iron grip over his control in his strokes, he had been careful not to taint you—he only took from places he knew both of you would be enraptured in—and absolutely nothing less. 
“Honey, I can’t—” he hissed through gritted teeth as his fingers curled in your hair. His eyes wandered down to how your breasts bobbed to his strokes. He moaned your name, and if the car hadn’t been shaking from Lucifer’s rutting, it shook from the way he proclaimed your name and dropped his head like he was bowing to a god. “Holding me so tight—you worried I’m gonna let go, sweetie?”
“No—ngh! You just feel so good I c-can’t!” You yelped in time with each thrust that followed. “Luci, I—fuck!”
His head perked up, just like the bundle of nerves in that oh-so familiar spot. An old friend. 
Lucifer gave a determined grin, sweat trickling down his cheek as he paused to wipe it away. 
“Well, hello,” he greeted in a low sultry voice.
He resumed fucking you, but this time he had you screaming his name as his length rubbed up against that spot your body purred to. You shivered and your walls clenched, causing Lucifer to falter.
“F-Fuck, that’s it, good girl,” he grunted in between controlled thrusts that had your gut squeezing. He never once missed. 
When your walls fluttered, Lucifer chuffed through his teeth and through the fog of your satisfaction, you indulged in the smell of cotton candy sweat. 
“You’re close, princess, so close, I can feel it.”
You gritted your teeth with whatever strength you had left, even your hands had begun to slip from Lucifer’s shoulders. 
 “You?” Was all you could manage. 
“Me? Baby, seeing you like this has me fucked out,” Lucifer huffed. “Shit!”
You squeezed his shoulders before he could pull out.
“In me, Luci!”
He froze, shaking his head to wave away his own daze to focus on you, the things your … request entailed. 
“Darling, I don’t have a condom on,” he whispered as the inner corners of his brow quivered. 
“You’d make beautiful fucking babies, Luci—I wanna carry them.” Your voice had been obliterated from the sounds Lucifer had fucked out of you. Wispy breaths was what it had become—but the red in your cheeks and your weakened yet felicious state made Lucifer smile.
“You’re not thinking straight,” he said your name and it was nearly enough to get you back down from the clouds. “C’mon, honey …”
“Luci …” you whined. “You’re so goddamn hot when you’re being responsible …”
“Yeah?” He laughed softly, cradling your cheek in his hand. 
“Yeah …”
“Let’s finish you up, okay?” He reached up to kiss your forehead but you squeaked from the fact that his length slid deep into you in the process. “Ah, sorry—”
“Don’t be sorry, baby,” you quoted him from last time, and his surprise melted into a warm smile instead. “Please fuck me.”
“As you wish.”
You screamed brokenly as he continued his ruthless pace from before, and he remembered the exact angle to hit. Your nerves were about ready to jump out from your body as you skyrocketed back into the clouds, your orgasm coming sooner than you could warn him. 
“Cumming!” He gritted through his teeth as his horns shot up from his head and you both came together with Lucifer’s cum hitting your dress instead.
Your head hung off the car seat’s headrest. Sweat shimmered on the leather you laid on, and your legs trembled from how long they’d been held at the same position. The only thing you two shared now was open-mouth breaths. You thought of moving, but your muscles were well past its limit to even be lifted.
Lucifer twisted around to grab tissues from the passenger seat compartment. In just a few seconds, he wiped out most of the evidence of himself on your dress. By this time, his horns were long gone and his eyes had returned back to its original form.
“Fuck … I didn’t think this through …” Lucifer grumbled to himself as he hit his temple with his palm. He ran his fingers through his hair before he mustered a weak smile for you. “Wait here, I’ll grab your clothes from your room.”
You exhaled audibly as he vanished with a swirl of sparkling red smoke. 
A few breaths of silence by yourself wasn’t ideal, especially when you felt the whine and ache of your limbs in the fact that you were as good as scattered leaves across autumn grass. 
Just then, your phone buzzed from the cupholder.
You winced as you bent to take it.
Brat >:)
you better not be fucking him right now i swear to FUCKING GOD [ 13:06 ]
you disappear for years and suddenly you’re back and you’re telling me YOU’RE DISAPPEARING AGAIN?&2$:$$3;: FUCKING [ 13:05 ]
HELLO? THE FUCK [ 12 :57 ]
i’m not gonna let even the king of hell himself keep you from me [ 12:16 ]
because i am not done with you yet [ 12:15 ]
bitch you better show me whatever the fuck you wanted to show me earlier before daddy decided to whisk you away like some fucking fairy tale prince [ 12:15 ]
You chuckled as you swiped the notification.
You [ 13:06 ] : bitch you know the dick is good cmon now
Vox [ 13:06 ] : i mean this in the most platonic and murderous way possible, i will fuck you myself if that’ll get you to ACTUALLY BE A FRIEND AND VISIT ME INSTEAD OF DISAPPEARING FOR YEARS
Vox [ 13:06 ] : i already have to deal with the heartbreak of al
Vox [ 13:06 ] : ykw doesn’t matter THE POINT IS THAT YOU ARE THE SHITTIEST FUCKING FRIEND AND I MISS YOU IS THAT NOT REASON ENOUGH
You [ 13:07 ] : okay, okay, how about this sunday then lmaoo
Vox [ 13:07 ] : you better fucking believe i’ll be blowing a fucking hole through that radio prick’s hotel just to pick you the fuck up asshole
You [ 13:07 ] : if i didn’t know any better vicky i would have assumed you’re actually coming to pick alastor up HAHAHAHAAHAHAH
Vox : ( typing … )
Your phone levitated out of your hands and when you followed where it zipped off to—
“Luci!” You sprung up from the declined backrest in surprise.
Lucifer squinted at your phone as he swiped his thumb down on your screen.
“First of all, I’m honored that you’re telling people how well I pleasure you. Second of all,” Lucifer paused, leaning into you as he used his free arm to hold himself up to you. “Vox is in a world of hurt if he thinks I’m gonna let him lay a finger on you.”
“Yeah?” You copied the way Lucifer says it and watched as his face reddened.
You noticed your spare clothes on his lap and you lifted the dress over your head and discarded it on the floor of the backseat. 
You held out your hand for Lucifer to hand you your clothes.
He simply looked at your hand, then back at your naked body, then back at your hand as took it in his own.
You laughed. Hard.
“What—what’s happening why’re you—”
“The clothes, baby!” 
“Oh—Oh! Right! Shit!” He finally handed you an oversized shirt, fresh underwear and a pair of shorts you used to at-home wear. “I thought you were asking for another round or something, holy shit—”
“I mean …” you smirked. 
“Honey …” Lucifer warned, as if trying to keep a predator from attacking. 
“Oh? You don’t wanna? My bad,” you replied innocently. “I was just wondering if Vox was free tonight—”
“I know you’re trying to get a rise out of me but honey …” Lucifer trailed off as he flipped your phone and shoved it into his back pocket. 
He crossed over to your seat once more and pinned you back down where you once were, one knee pressed on the side of your seat as his hands ended up on either side of your neck.
“I hate to remind you that I am the fucking devil,” his voice dripped with a poison much worse than what you’ve heard from Alastor’s static. His horns hadn’t sprouted out yet but with his eyes aching red, it wasn’t too far from reappearing. “And if you love me as much as I love you then there is no goddamn way in this realm I am sharing you with anyone else let alone some overlord who thinks Alexander is worth anyone’s fucking time.”
“It’s Alastor and—” you paused, combing through your hair idly. “Luci, Vox is only a friend from the living world—“
“A friend who thinks he can fuck you.”
“He’s in hell for a reason.” You crossed your arms.
Lucifer sighed and closed his eyes, the red dissipating from them once they reopened. 
“Listen, honey, I—” Lucifer’s gaze lifted away from you for a moment, almost like he’d been overwhelmed with the words clogged in his throat. “You’re someone I can’t afford to … mess up … again. And I know that means simply letting you be. But also, I’ve just—I’ve lost so much, and I only just got Charlie back so I …”
You lifted your arm as your hand fell on his cheek, your thumb softly stroking him back and forth. 
He closed his eyes, letting out a shaky breath as he placed his hand on yours. 
“I know Vox is just a friend. And I know it’s insane to think I’ll lose you to him, but … at the end of the day, this is hell. He still mocks the very thing we’re trying to achieve and I get that you’re not like that and that you’re not easily manipulated but I just …”
“Luci …” you muttered. You sat up and kissed him chastely on the cheek. 
“I think about losing you a lot. I think about it to an irrational degree. So it’s not actually something you can fix. It’s something I have to do on my own.”
“Even if that’s true, I can still do my best to be with you and make sure you feel loved everyday. I really was a dick today, I had no idea you were … I’m s—”
“It’s okay. We …” Lucifer chuckled weakly. “We made up, remember?”
“Yeah,” you smiled. “Luci … you know I love you, right?”
“Like the sun loves the moon,” Lucifer said. 
And you knew where it came from, maybe not its exact whereabouts but just how deep it was embedded to him, that statement; he himself had witnessed the creation of the sun and the moon. He knew the tides the two shared, the way their yearning for each other’s pull had been the natural way of things, the only way the people could ever experience day like they do night.
I know you love me because we love like its fate.
.
You and Lucifer walked into the hotel, your back slouched with Lucifer’s overcoat hanging over your shoulders as you folded your arms beneath them. 
“Hey Charlie,” Lucifer greeted, and he told her daughter who was already making her way to you that you weren’t feeling well and that you needed rest. Of course, Charlie nodded and resumed her activities with her other friends. 
You retired to Lucifer’s room, the left side of the bed while he took the right.
“I love you,” your chest exhausted what it had been used to holding for him, until you saw him.
“I love you, too,” Lucifer hummed back, a sigh escaping him like cherry blossoms in the wind. 
“I love you for the soul you are beneath your bones.”
800 notes · View notes
visionsofmagic · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
day 22: simon ghost riley [sex pollen]
࿓ synopsis • after the mission is done, waiting for trucks, you realize something is wrong with your body but ghost there to help.
―❦ nsfw, roughness, jealousy, fingering, clothes full on/off, dom!ghost, possessiveness, claiming, mentions of exhibitionism (I guess), licking, cum eating, pet names, nearly fainting, crush, f!reader, brat!reader, praising, poison/venom, flower & more in the work! • 3.9k • the longest one for the kinktober, but, who is surprised? I am on my knees for this man, so, hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed whilre writing! here’s our lieutenant, have fun & enjoy! [kinktober m.]
Tumblr media
“copy,” ghost said, using the device on his chest as he talked with soap on the other side of the call, making a plan about waiting where you are for a while – inside a small room used as an office for information gathering, while the team secures the building entirely until the trucks come. “y/n and I will wait in here.”
hearing your name from his lips always gives you goosebumps – he has great effects on you, and you believe he knows every one of them because of how he acts around you, however, he’s a duty man, bringing no love or any affection into the field – sadly. you content yourself with the little yet effective affection he gives you though. he’s different around you – even though he will deny it right away.
as he nods to you, then, sitting down on a chair with no arms, he puts his weapon beside it – elbows on his knees, he kneels lower, taking his knife out of his pocket and cleaning it – acting as if he’s alone in the room but you can sense that he studies you.
to act calm down, you travel around the room as possible as you can, the rain washing over the window, giving a sense of coldness. holding the beautiful flower inside your hands, you smell it again because of the addicting scent it has, giving you a feeling of joy, even a highness you cannot acknowledge yet.
finally, putting it onto the table, you grab a book from the shelf, get in front of the table, and sit on it, making ghost stand right beside you as he still uses a cloth to clean his sharp knife.
blowing the dust from the surface of the book on your hands, no glove, the scent of the flower is still on there, you read the title that book has. you chuckle, making ghost look at your face for a moment under the mask, hands never stopping.
turning to him, you show the book, saying, “didn’t know there would be classics on the shelf of the bad guys.”
ghost nods, “it’s just for the display sergeant.”
“it seems so,” you say, shrugging and putting the book down beside you. then, you watch his skull-themed gloves working on the knife, signing because the images – dreams, in other words, come into your mind in which he uses his long and thick fingers to fuck your holes – how would it feel, you ask to yourself, and a deep voice answers it right away, ‘it would feel euphoric’.
when you come to yourself, you look at how his hands stopped, and his eyes directed on your face, studying you.
leaving a nervous chuckle, you hold your thighs tightly to stay still under his piercing gaze. “something wrong sir?”
he gets up slowly, taking your breaths away with each little step he takes. his knife goes into his pocket, and, his gloved hand finds your chin, rising your head up, standing a bit taller than you even though you sit on the damn table. “s-sir?” you try to ask, getting breathless at the proximity you have – it’s not the first one, nor the last, yet, it’s effective as if it is.
“your face –“ he says, furrowing, “it gets redder.”
“huh?” it takes time for you to understand what he’s saying. when it hits you, your eyes widen, thinking that the reason behind being red is him. chuckling, you wave your hand in the air as he leaves your chin, “’s nothing lt, gotta be overwhelming state of the mission we have finished.”
he doesn’t say anything. going back to the chair, his eyes never leave your body as you get up from the table, traveling around the room, and finally stopping in front of the shelf once again. your back is turned to him but you can feel his eyes on you which burns you alive.
palms getting sweaty, hair on the neck getting high, hands trembling, breathing rapidly, nose getting cold, and the whole body except it becomes warmer each passing time – making you weak entirely – it all happens in a moment, before even you know it, your body’s temperature changes from steady to warmer one – only a few places of it remain cold; your nose, the tips of your fingers, and sweats. only simon’s voice is audible as the rest of the world’s noise becomes blurry to hear – to understand. even the rain’s peaceful sound disappears.
it feels far more different than any disease or feeling you have ever felt – taking your logical side away slowly, one by one, it makes you breathe louder, taking the attention of simon to you when you turn to him, hands moving without your mind’s control, scratching your back, neck and even abdomen. “s-simon – “ you say, voice low, haskier than before, using his first name, not the title or nickname.
he stops talking with whomever he talks to through the device, looking at you as your hands find the surface of the table – to become steady, you hold its edge strongly, still looking at his worried eyes.
“is it me or – agh – is it me or the room is getting – uhm, hot?”
simon says he needs to go to soap, as you assume, then rushes to your side – hands find your face after he gets rid of his gloves – skin touching to the skin, you close your eyes and leave a whimper at the feeling of coldness his body has. “ohh – simon –“
“shit –“ he swears, letting your forehead hit his chest, holding you from the back now, he says, “damn, y/n, you’re burning as hell.”
he sounds calm, giving you the power to hold still, and having the strength to hug his arm, “simon – aggh – please, please, simon – help me.”
you have no idea how your mind works in the moment but you’re grateful.
picking you up, he sits you down on the table, holding you by the arms, he makes you look at him, “hey, look at me sergeant. listen here little one, I will go and get the medic team, got it?”
he doesn’t wait for you to answer, ready to leave you and get the others immediately because he cares about you so much that it drives him crazy to see you this weak, so red, breathing rapidly, and can’t focus anything but only him.
however, he can’t go, not when your eyes meet with his, hands finding his chest and holding him dearly – as if he’s the cure you need, and in the end, he will understand that it’s the deal – his your cure.
“don’t leave – simon, need you, only you.”
a certain time passes until he understands what's going on truly after he analyzes all the possibilities and the reason behind your state – the moment the sight of the flower on the table, behind you comes to the vision, he gets it at the exact same moment.
“hey, y/n, look at me kiddo. did you smell that flower?” his patient runs empty – turning your head to it, he asks the question again, and you finally answer by nodding.
he curses under his breath – even his breaths get rapid, how to help you without alerting others is a hard decision to make. he spends his little time thinking about it as he picks up the water bottle from your pack, giving it to you, waiting for you to drink it and get a bit of clearer mind.
“okay, okay,” you whisper to yourself, cleaning your face with the rest of the water, shaking your head, “I get it now – the whole lab, medics, scientists – it’s all because of it, right?”
he nods, calming down to see you good again, not entirely, but enough to understand it all.
“oh, how stupid I am!”
he stops you from going further and blaming yourself – he knows you like cute little things, can’t hold yourself from playing with them, being innocent, and not thinking about the consequences fully. this is why the enemies tried to make venomous yet cute-looking flowers to use against others, to get what they wanted without being caught.
“’s okay, just focus in here, tell me how you feel.”
with wet eyes, you say, “hot – it’s so hot – lt, can I take my clothes off?” you ask suddenly, the logic is long gone, only instincts remain high, and you act according to them. “gotta feel coldness.”
without waiting for an answer, you take your clothes off, not thinking about the outcomes, just doing what you think will be helpful.
staying only with the thin fabric of your upper shirt, covering your body tight, and leaving your abdomen in display, your muscles loosen up. to become colder, with the fact that the temperature lowers as the clothes leave your hot skin, you take your pants off, only leaving the little shorts hanging on your lower part – too occupied to get as naked as possible that you can’t see ghost going and locking the door with the key you used to enter in the first place.
finding himself before you once again, he reliefs when he sees the heat disappearing on you, however, the risk still is there to be fixed before anyone comes into the room, questioning why their lieutenant and sergeant stay silent.
he knows you got the flower with the poison of sex pollen segments – causing the user of it to get a high degree of warmness, especially in certain parts of the body, making the person who used it want to have intimate sessions with another one, and it all happens without their knowledge because they’re too gone to understand the situation they’re in – and that is exactly what happens with you, his delicate sergeant who he needs to take care of – to heal, to become the cure for that he will gladly agree on but first, he needs to tell you about it, retelling what soap told him before you said how warm the air was.
“hey, doll, focus on me, would ya?” he asks, spanking your cheeks lightly to make you focus on him. “you’re under the effects of a poisonous flower,” he shows it again, “the warmness, sweats, desires are caused because of it,” he tries to stay low, not giving his feelings away when he sees your almost naked body and how your eyes wink rapidly, looking at him from head to toe and mouth going dry as you do, “we need to get it out of your system.”
“I know,” you say, whispering.
“what?” he asks, sounding surprised.
you look guilty for a moment, avoid his gazes, you confess, “I read the description on the report but I didn’t know which flower was which – I thought this one was – pure, to use afterward – but it seems it’s already affected.” you sound sorry, yet, you don’t stop on your actions – picking the bottle and using the rest of the water to pour it on you. “I am so sorry, lt, I really am but I – aggh – I know what we should do –“ you look at him from the corner of your eyes, too afraid to look directly, “if you would like to help me – but if you don’t, I can go –“
“no,” he sounds as if he orders you around. he hides the jealousy rising within him as the idea of another man touching you, being the cure, hit his mind – he wants to be the only one who can have you – his good girl – well, not in the particular moment but maybe, you’re still his good girl – or else, you would suggest to go and see a doctor immediately, not waiting and asking him whether he can heal you or not and it’s even meaning that you’re giving yourself to him.
because of the effect of the venom in your system or not, he knows you damn well that you would not ask if you didn’t want it. “I will help,” he says, nodding to show how certain he is, hands slowly reaching your arms, skin to skin, the coldness flowing from his fingers to yours. eyes widen, you look so pretty, he thinks, “just tell me you want it not only because of the pollen but also because you desire it.”
it doesn’t take time for you to confess it, nodding, hands finding his chest, “I desire it,” you say, breathing louder, “I desire for you, sir.”
satisfied, he smirks, glad he has the mask on, yet, you know him, don’t you? even your gestures are proof of it – the hands gripping him by the neck, lowering him down, saying, “sir, your mask is on the way.”
“you’re a brat, aren’t ya?” he teases, not understanding how he is adapted to the sudden situation – he just gives up, giving you what you want – what you need – himself, and taking what he desires for a long time in return.
curling his mask up until it reaches half of his face, lips on sight, he nods, allowing you to move closer and kiss him, and you do it in high spirits, smiling, and connecting your warm lips with his cold ones with such passionate that he puts his palms on the table beside your thighs not to fall onto you.
warmness makes it euphoric – lip kissing lip, tongue joining the other’s mouth intensely, whimpering sounds coming out both of you in unison. hands hugging his neck tighter, you make him kneel down closer enough that he gets between your inner exposed thighs – the hard fabric of his pants touching your flesh, sending chills because of how clothed he is compared to you.
leaving for air, you feel his massive hands moving to your thighs, finding the sports’ edge from there, and pulling it down in one motion after you nod to him, moaning his name lowly, “s-simon –“
“oh,” he says, waiting for you to take your top off too, throwing it onto the floor, putting your palms on the table as you lean to behind, displaying your naked body fully to him with pride and lust – and a bit of shyness you can’t hide. “prettier than I have imagined.”
“you – you have imagined about m – mmmph!” your words are cut by his fingers entering your mouth, shutting you up as he waits for you to lick his two massive fingers. now thanks to seeing half of his face, you can witness the smirk he has, clearly enjoying how you lick his fingers with pleasure, eyes half-closed.
“wondering how you will manage when you have my dick inside you twice as big as my fingers on your mouth, doll,” he says, teasing yet having the voice of a man who tells no lie – only the truth – and just the idea makes your pussy clench around nothing as you suck his fingers, wishing they were his cock instead.
his lips find your ear, whispering, “tell me, do you think you can handle me, princess?”
not in the slightest you believe you can, but, you want to, so, you nod fast, making him chuckle – sounding so sinful and angelic at the same time that you feel warmer – hotter than any poison can give.
“atta girl,” he praises you, both for licking his fingers and nodding, “now take my fingers, need to prepare your beautiful pussy.”
waiting no more, he shoves his fingers into you in one go, making your forehead hit his chest, hands gripping his arms strongly that were he another man, he would break – but no, he’s fucking ghost, and he can receive any damage he can get from you without complaining.
you moan mindlessly, trying to swallow them – it’s too much, you think, too much to handle yet too delightful to push – so, you open your legs wider, they’re shaking already.
“simon – ohhh! yes, yes, yes!”
he chuckles again – how many times now, two? – more than he chuckles for an entire year but it’s you after all – his pretty girl who is so fucked up even with his fingers.
“unbelievable, sergeant,” he says, taking you by the chin, eye to eye, “it’s only my fingers, and you’re already cumming?”
“huh?”
he’s right – he’s so right that it hurts – seeing your cum on his finger, you feel shy, one step away from hiding your face on his chest – but you stop when you see him licking his fingers full of your juicy – a moan escapes from your parted lips.
“mmhh –“ he whimpers, “tasteful.”
it’s the only thing he says before giving you one last look full of danger – mixed with lust – something you see first, something you will beg to see again and again after this night as well.
putting down his mask, he turns your body and bends you down on the table – not too harshly, not too gently.
“simon!” you scream in shock – a shock that turns you on further – even though you cum a few minutes ago, you sense an upcoming climax after he grips you by the neck, pushing you onto the table, getting your ass up. hearing him unzipping his pants, your wet pussy clench around nothing, eyes closed, heart beating as if it will break your chest into two, set free – you know the venom eating your body alive still even after the cum – however, can’t deny decreasing power of it which leaves its place to one and only simon ghost riley who seems like he’s ready to devour you.
“didn’t though ya would get away that easily from disobeying my rules, and picking a possible venomous flower without sayin’ me about it?”
he sounds amused rather than angry – he’s doing it on purpose, to make you go crazy – to make your pussy go crazy for him.
“don’t say such things, lt,” you challenge him to be rougher, being a brat, using the effects of the poison on the advantage. “or else I will disobey you more often.”
“is that so, kiddo?” he mocks you – you can hear it through his husky and dangerous voice, alerting you about what will come – and you’re so right about it when you feel him slapping your ass – body jolts forward – weren’t he holding you by the neck, you would fall at the impact, “then for each one of ‘em, I will fuck you so well that it will dig into your bratty mind not to show disobedience to your superior.”
“wanna learn it, sir, wanna learn my lesson – please, simon – pleeease! need you – agghh –“ your words – or begs if you be honest with yourself, shutting down by his cock’s tip, entering your pussy slowly as he opens your folds wider to make it fit.
with a different desire except being fucked by him, you turn to behind as possible as you can, looking at his thick and long cock staying right in front of your hole’s entrance, “ohhhh –“ you moan with pure instincts when you see how massive it looks.
simon’s head tilts to the side, eyes burning your skin alive, “what is it, doll, bigger than you have imagined?” he refers to the fact that he’s not the only one who has deep desires – but also you – having naughty thoughts about your superior, your lt who you have by your side all the time.
“s-simon,” you sound more fearful than you want to, “will it – will it even fit?!”
he shakes his head in disbelief, kneeling further – his cock enters you deeper, making your back arch in both pain and pleasure – it’s already too much and it has another halfway to go!
“don’t worry princess,” he says – how come he can sound deeper with each passing time? “I will make it fit into your tight greedy pussy. after all, you are made of for my cock – for me, aren’t ya?”
he finds the answer to his question by going in deeper, causing both of you to moan and swear – he shoves his cock deep inside your walls, filling you up fully – the feeling is euphoric, boiling in sin, completing with the lust and passionate coming from the love you have for each other.
“ohhh – simon! it’s too – too much!”
hoping you will be able to adjust his length soon enough, you let him take his cock off out of your aching pussy and shove it inside again with a hard thrust, trying to make it fit – make it give you the pleasure you need as a cure at the highest scale.
“just – fuucck –“ you could never, “mghhm – just one more to fit!” could never thought you would make him swear, whimper, even moan out of all the people, yet, here you’re, in front of his massive body, bent over, displaying your body to him in nude, letting him use your body as he pleases – he does it to heal you, it’s the first thing you believe, but when you go deeper in your thoughts, you realize how not only you but also he is in the need of you – having you.
“there it is,” he says, taking you from your mind into reality, cock has started to fuck you faster, going in and out with perfect rhythm which continues to accelerate instead of staying at the same pace. “told ya you’re made for it, doll.”
starting to fuck you hard, deep and rough – exactly what he wants and you need, he uses your wetness to thrust into you easily, earning sweet voices from your dry and parted lips, looking at your exposed body shamelessly, as if he has all right to do – well, he does, you both know it – feeling pussy clenching, squirming around his length and soaking onto it – mind dizzy, hands gripping the table under them to stay in the earth – he’s the only reality you have who feels like a dream – eyes seeing starts because of how good he fucks you, you sense poison leaving your body, its place is filled with what ghost is giving; heaven and hell – mix.
“simon, simon, ohh, simon! s’ good – agggh – it’s s’ good!”
“shh,” he quite you down, kneeling on your level – cock hit the deepest part of your pussy, thrusting your g-spot without missing, “you don’t want the others to hear, do you?” he asks, entertained when you bite your hand to stay silent, “or you want it. would you like that? others watching your pathetic face as I fuck you good? no one, but me – mmh – fuuck! that’s right baby, no one – just me, simon ghost riley. shiiit – can’t even realize soaking so wet hearing my words,” his fingers joining his cock, picking the wetness you’re making with his fingers, then, shoving them into your mouth.
you moan his name as you suck your taste from his fingers, eyes rolling, going white when he grabs you by the hair, turning your face to watch your pretty face close while fucking you harder as if it’s possible – he claims you, you know it even with your dysfunctional brain, “scream my name louder.”
he orders, hands leaving your hair to position on your hips, holding you still, breaking you into pieces – you don’t know how louder you moan his name, too cock dumbed to care – don’t know how many times you cum onto him – don’t know the tears washing your face – brain isn’t working – or it works just to send pleasure into your twisting abdomen, and abused pussy.
the last thing you feel his hot semen filling you up, moaning your name as he does it, then, nearly collapsing onto you because of how good it was to fuck you.
“fuck, you have no idea how weak you’re making me, princess.” he confesses, picking your body, he guarantees, “don’t worry, I got it from here, sergeant. only rest.”
hearing his words lastly, you give up – the exhausted body is left to take care of him, your one and only simon ghost riley.
Tumblr media
❦ tagging: @lilvampirina& @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear & @manuursw *hearts, hearts, hearts* 💌💌💌
1K notes · View notes
writingoddess1125 · 6 months
Text
Morticia and Gomez Effect
Mihawk X FemReader
Since Mihawk is based off of Dracula (Duh) and his whole goth dilf attitude it would make sense he's Romanian 🇷🇴
Also I drank some wine 🍷 before this so enjoy!!
>>> Part 2
Tumblr media
• Giving Mihawk's personality I don't think he is the type that finds his opposite attractive. No this man likes those dark mysterious women-
• Def has a More Gothic wife.
• Mihawk is not one to openly talk about his fine but doesn't hide it either. If someone points out the gold ring hanging by his cross he will say it's his wedding band-
• However when his wife is around, he is quite flirty. A smirk on his lips as he will wrap his hand around your waist, lay kisses on your hand or pepper a kiss to the side of your neck. Uncaring if the world sees
• You also can defend yourself perfectly fine so he doesn't have to worry too much about you getting attacked- Truthfully he would pity someone so foolish to do so. Cause if you didn't kill them he would.
• But what was most known was- Mihawk was so whipped for you. Figuratively and Literally-
• The way you were formally introduced to the whole entirety of the Strawhat pirates was a necessary evil.
• "Zoro we need this- It says a red ruby is needed in order for this and we have non thays big enough!" Nami yelled pointing to the treasure map, Zoro sighed. He had accidently admitted he knew someone with a ruby big enough-
• After enough pestering he agreed and they set sail to Kuraigana Island
• It didn't take long to arrive at the gloomy island, A quick journey to the large castle and the spare key hidden under the mat lead the group inside.
• It looked like a cleaned haunted house- Which frightened the group more till the sound of your voice shook them from their thoughts
• "Is someone here?" You call from the large lounging area. Drawing them all in to the well lit room with a crackling fireplace.
• Sanji covered his nose quickly to stop a nosebleed as he stared at you, So elegantly seated with a cup of tea and a amused look on your face at seeing such a young group or pirates breaking into your home.
• Before Sanji could say a word Zoro slammed his hand over the blondes mouth quickly.
• "Madam Dracule" He said formally and bowed respectfully
• His whole crew stiffening at hearing the formal use of your name.
• DRACULE MIHAWKS WIFE!?
• Sipping your tea you raised a brow at Zoro as he bowed deeply to you. You knew he respected you just as much as Mihawk- the wife of his teacher as well as one of his teachers as well since you did assist in training.
• "Zoro, My dear child what brings you and your friends here?" You ask calmly, setting your tea aside as you felt the shift of the room.. they were nervous.
• "We came here to ask you-" The sound of the door slamming open shook them as they heard heavy footsteps walk to them. Revealing the man of the home, Mihawk. Wet from rain and pulling his hat from his head with a stoic frown
• "Dragă (Darling), What is this?" Mihawk questioned as he returned to his island home to see a familiar pirate ship docked and his Pupil on their knees before his wife. Paired with the group of familiar pirated standing in his livingroom.
• "I am not sure yet love, We were just about to discuss it" You say softly, standing up to gelp him take off his sword and coat. Already feeling his eyes following you as you did this-
• Both of you knowing it was an excuse to touch him.
• "We wished to temporarily barrow your ruby necklace Madame." Zoro said still bowing formally
• Mihawk's eyebrow twitching at hearing this-
• "You wish for my wife to give you her necklace?" He said as his eyes narrowed down at them.
• "J-Just for a little bit Sir!" Nami said, feeling anxiety wash through her system.
• "My Love" You cooed, reaching a hand over and touching the side of his face. Immediately it was like dealing with a feline, Leaning into your touch as he gave you a warning glare.
• "Barrowing a necklace is so minor compared to us at that age. Remember Cohi Island?" You purred, Mihawk giving a subtle growl in the back of his throat. "Ah Cohi Island, How can I forget?" He all but purred out.
• The two of you reminiscing as Mihawk began to place kisses up your arms as you pulled him close and whispered sweet sensual words and memories to him.
• "A little necklace won't be much trouble, Especially since it will be returned~" You whispered in his ear
Tumblr media
• The poor strawhats subjected to the very outward affection of the Warlord. It was quite a unpleasant experience for them all-
• Mihawk unclasping the necklace with his teeth before tossing it at Zoro who quickly caught it. The Warlord glaring at his Pupil lazily
• "It will be returned' He said stoically, before returning to his task at hand.
• You wave them off, Smiling softly as Mihawk leaned into your neck to lay kisses and love bites.
• Zoro bowing again quickly as he held the necklace and the youthful pirates quickly filed out of the castle as fast as possible. Zoro still clutching the gemstone
• "Holy fuck! She literally got Hawkeye of all people to give you the necklace!" Usopp said in shock as Zoro nodded. Nami's eyeing that diamond necklace
• "Yes but it must be returned-" He stressed. Not being stupid enough to let anyone steal from his mentor or his wife-
• The group nodded and looked out at the raging storm that beat against them.
• "Well it's raining maybe we can ask for a room-" Usopp started but Zoro quickly shook his head, His face pale and eyes like he was living through War Flashbacks.
• "No- The unholy noises that are about to invade that castle no one will sleep" He said in a deadpan voice- and from the look in his eyes everyone believed him.
• That was a couple too in love
2K notes · View notes
remuslovebot · 2 months
Note
Ok but what if Felix x fem!reader and Oliver is tryin to kill her first yk but fails like maybe Felix walks in and Oliver tries to lie n cover it up type of thing or that reader just ended up in a small coma? Am I ok to request this?
please i love this, honestly a sucker for angst so thank you for sending this to me 😵🫶🏻
i hope you enjoy xx
❧❧❧❧
pairing: felix catton x fem! reader
warnings: attempted murder, physical abuse, angst but with a happy ending, oliver is his own warning. lmk if i missed anything
masterlist
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
You had found out Oliver’s secret. He was lying to Felix and everyone about his family.
One day you and Oliver were sun bathing, waiting for Felix to return from a discussion with Farleigh. Oliver was wondering what was taking so long so he went over to where they were. He’d left his phone on his chair and it started to ring.
It was his mother. Curious, you answered the call. That was when you found out everything. The lie about his Father, his financial status, everything. You were in shock and also angry. How dare Oliver take advantage of Felix like that. How dare he take advantage of your friendship.
You planned to confront him and that’s exactly what you went to do. Walking back into the castle, you saw Oliver walking up the stairs.
“Hey Ollie!” You shouted. He turned around and looked at you with confusion. You tossed him his flip phone.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked, your protective side coming out.
“Y/n, you’re acting strange. I don’t know what you mean?” Oliver said, although on the inside he was nervous.
Oliver and you were both on the stair case, he was above you and you were closer to the ledge.
“I know you lied. I know everything! About your father and where you come from. You’re a fucking liar, Ollie,” you said, looking up at him defensively.
With him being on the stairs, he was taller than you. Oliver walked down a couple steps, to match your eyesight.
“How could you have possibly found out?” Oliver asked, his voice now lower and more intense. It wasn’t a denial and you took a step back.
“Your mother called. She wanted to send you a card for your birthday,” you snapped.
“You should be careful. You might trip,” Oliver said. He needed to get rid of you. Or else you would mess up his plans.
You stood your ground, “I’m going to tell Felix. In fact I’m going to tell everyone,” you said lowly, looking directly into Ollie’s eyes.
In an instant, Oliver’s hand went around your neck, choking you. “You are not going to tell a soul. Is that clear?” He asked, almost teasingly.
You panicked and tried to pull away from him, but when you did you fell down the bottom of the stairs. Everything went pitch black.
At that moment, Felix and Farleigh had walked into the room. Farleigh only saw you fall but Felix saw Oliver’s hand around your throat and then saw you collapse down the stairs.
Felix’s heart broke, seeing you unconscious at the bottom of the stairs.
“Oh my god! did you push you her?” Farleigh yelled in shock.
Oliver looked at Farleigh and Felix. “It was an accident. She was going to attack me,” Oliver said, trying to play the victim.
Felix didn’t care though, he knew what he saw. And he wanted answers. But first you need to go a hospital.
“Y/n, baby please wake up,” Felix said, hovering over you on his knees. He lifted your head up and some of your body but you were out cold.
“Felix I—,” Oliver began to say, but Felix looked up at him in pure anger.
“Go. Now. Before I do something I’ll have to cover up,” Felix threatened. If looks could kill then Oliver would be a dead man.
Farleigh called Elsbeth and Sir James and the family immediately called the fastest doctor they could find.
That was the thing about being rich, you could get anything delivered to you at any time.
One of the guest rooms was turned into a hospital room. You still hadn’t woken up and Felix wouldn’t leave your side. The doctor said you weren’t in grave danger. But just in a small coma because of the impact of your head hitting the stone floor and the loss of oxygen from being choked.
Felix was angry at Oliver. Oliver had went to his room after Felix threatened him. Duncan had locked the door.
Felix would get his answers soon. But he knew he wouldn’t believe Oliver in the slightest. He had no right to put his hands on you.
Felix stayed by your side the entire night. You still hadn’t woken up and he was worried you never would. He took your hand and squeezed it comfortingly, he needed you to know that he was by your side.
Then, as if you’d felt Felix’s touch, you slowly opened your eyes.
“Felix,” you said, your voice soft and hoarse.
Felix’s heart leaped and he smiled when you awoke. “Y/n, darling. I’m here,” he said, softly.
“Felix,” you said, beginning to cry. You thought you were going to die. You didn’t know Oliver could do those horrible things.
“Shh it’s okay, lovely girl. I got you. You are safe,” Felix comforted. “I’m not going to let anybody hurt you,” he insisted.
Your stomach filled with butterflies and a small wave of comfort washed over you.
“But Oliver—he, he’s not who you say he is,” You said, looking at Felix like you would need hours to convince him.
But Felix wanted him out of the house for just purely putting his hands on you. When hearing this though, Felix raised a brow.
“How do you mean?” He asked. And you explained. The call with his mother, the confused questions you asked when you heard that his father really wanted to see Oliver.
Felix’s face broke and grew in concern. He felt like an idiot. How could he have put his trust in such a person? How could he have let someone like him anywhere near you?
“I’m so sorry, Felix. I know you two are close,” you said, tears streaming delicately down your face.
Felix shook his head. “Don’t apologize. I should apologize to you. I’ll fix this. We’ll have Oliver out of the house by the end of the day,”
“And when we return to Oxford?” You asked, Felix wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumb.
“We won’t see him back at Oxford, I promise,” Felix replied. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here and I’ll protect you.”
You nodded and closed your eyes. As soon as you fell asleep, Felix called his father into the room. Felix never left your side but told his father that Oliver needed to be removed from the house and a restraining order needed to be placed on him.
Felix would never let anything like this happen again. Not to the people he loves—especially you.
815 notes · View notes
mykneeshurt · 1 year
Note
How would 141 boys react if the reader (female) has a tendency to be unintentionally lewd and radiates submissive energy. Example: looking up at them with frowned brows, doe eyes and teeth biting onto their lips as they listen to them. Always responding with “yes sir, yes lieutenant, yes please, please ghost” even for the minor inconvenience. Moaning/groaning when they are pissed or tired. Always slipping out something inappropriate like “Lt can you pull my hair?” “Si, can you tie my hair in a ponytail (while the reader is knelt down)” “cap zip my pants please it’s stuck” until one day they finally break and have their ways with the reader, teaching her a lesson for being a tease (sorry the prompt is a bit long)
Lmao I am this person, I don’t mean to be hahaha. F!reader
Price 🥃
It started with a simple moan, you stretched in your seat after a pretty long and intense meeting. You arched your back over the top of your seat and let slip a satisfied moan. No one else caught it but Price did.
It happened again after a sparring session, you massaged your thigh as a string of moans fell past your lips. He tried not to listen, tried to focus on the fight in front of him. ‘So tight’ you muttered to yourself, completely oblivious to the effect you were having on your Captain.
The third time you were summoned to his office and as you walked in your hit your elbow on the door. Rather than swearing or saying ow like a normal person you again, moaned.
He’d had enough. Price threw his pen down and stormed over to the door locking it. Pinning you against the wall he cupped your jaw ‘gonna make you moan for real love.’
Soap 🧼
You and Soap were close but there was underlying tension, ever since you first met. You danced along it never crossing the line.
You were a tactile person. Very touchy feely, you loved human contact. You loved giving hugs in the nicest most innocent way possible, but Soap found it incredibly difficult to keep his thought pure.
Your breasts pushed into him, accentuating your cleavage every damn time. You’d look up at him with innocence written all over your face. When ever he’d hug you back a content sigh would always fill the gap between you.
A hand on a shoulder there, a pat on a thigh there, innocent little touches but coming from you? They felt like fire to him. He knew you were being nice, this is who you were but the way your touch lingered, killed him every time.
It came to a head after a pretty tough mission, everyone was emotionally drained. Hugs always made you feel better, so naturally you hugged Soap. As he tightened his grip you did that damned sigh, pulling back he stared into your eyes before placing the most tender and loving kiss on your lips. He finally got a different type of hug later that night, one he’d been dreaming of for so long.
Ghost 💀
Ghost had always watched you from a distance, regarding you. You reeked of submissive energy to him, always eager to please. Always so polite. ‘Yes sir.’ ‘Yes Lieutenant.’ Your voice always so sultry and pleading. He had to keep to his distance, you were destroying him.
Which is why he was dreading having to ask you if you could fix his tac pants. You were good at sewing so the 141 lads would often ask you to fix their clothes. You obliged because why wouldn’t you.
You’d forced him to try on the trousers that needed fixing so you could assess the damage. As you knelt down you tied your hair into a ponytail and looked up at him. Huge innocent doe eyes a warm smile plastered over your face.
You poked and pulled at the fabric to see if it could be fixed, completely unaware of Ghosts growing erection. He tried desperately to think of something else, but seeing you on your knees in front of him? He couldn’t take it.
He lifted your jaw with two fingers, and wiped his thumb over your bottom lip. That’s when you bit it. Game over. His trousers were soon down to his ankles stuffing your throat with his cock.
Gaz 🇬🇧
It had been a freezing day whilst doing the drills set out by the captain. So cold in fact your couldn’t move your fingers. ‘Gaaaaaaz’ you drawled innocently ‘can you undo my pants please? I can’t move my fingers.’ He hated how sweetly you said his name. He’d move mountains for you if you asked.
He pulled you in close to him as he tugged at your trousers. He could feel his heart pounding, once he’d finished you gave him a quick peck on his cheek. Meaning nothing by it, but it’s all he thought about.
After another long training day you were all sat in the rec room, you leant against Gaz and asked for a head massage. Sitting in between his legs he pulled out your pony tail causing you to drop your head back into his lap and moan at the release of pressure. Instantly he felt himself become hard.
It only got worse from there. As his massaged your head small moans and gasps came from your mouth. At this point it was late and it was only you two in the room. He couldn’t take anymore. Placing his hand along your neck you offered him a devilish smile.
The rest is history, you spend all night with his cock buried in you as he drank your moans like a sweet nectar.
5K notes · View notes
Note
What would 141 & Alejandro and Rudy’s reactions be if their partner falls off the bed and can’t walk the morning after an extra “spicy” night?😳
Hello! Hello! I was really excited to get this request! This is the first time, I am adding Alejandro and Rudy into my works! So, I'm excited! I decided to go for a HC approach on this one, but I hope you enjoy!
-
Can't Walk?
Task Force 141 X Reader
Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley
“Did you really just fall out of bed?”
“My legs feel like jelly… Fuck, you really did a number on me?”
“Are you complaining?”
“No… But maybe you could be a good boyfriend and come help me?”
I believe Simon would be cocky about it, in some ways… He wouldn’t announce it to the world, but he would make some sly comment here and there to get you blushing… Or even to see your reaction.
Would make it his mission, to get you all bothered… He loves seeing you all shy and embarrassed.
But at the end of the day, he would take pity on you… Leg massages, and tender loving care… Followed by soft, sensual love making soon after 😉
John ‘Soap’ MacTavish
“Did you just learn to walk?”
“Fuck off and help me!”
Soap is the definition of a smug, cocky bastard.
If you are apart of the team – you better watch your back… Cause, he is going to make sure everyone knows your legs are jelly.
“Are your legs shaking?”
“I fucking hate you.”
“That’s not what you were saying last night.”
Just like Ghost, he would take pity on you… You want a piggyback ride? Hop on! You want cuddles? Don’t even need to ask! You want a massage? All you have to do is pout and bat your pretty eyes and he is putty in your hands.
Captain John Price
“I’ve seen you run circles around Ghost… And you’re telling me, this has render your legs into jelly?”
Smug Bastard.
He is going to be proud… One of his toughest soldiers… And all it took was a night of non – stop love making to make you weak in the knees.
“Sir… They’re falling behind.”
Oh, don’t think just because you and him are an item, that he is going to go easy on you…
He’s watching you like a hawk – he can see the slight tremble in your knees…
Can see the exhaustion in your eyes… Fuck, he kept you up last night.
He’ll make up for it in more ways than one 😉
Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick
Probably the sweetest of all of them.
He would be shy about it…
“Oh, sweet love, let me help you up.”
Expect some serious cuddles, some soft kisses, and some soft praises from our beautiful Gaz…
“Seems like a day in bed is in order.”
Would get you whatever you wanted… Because he loves you so much and wants to take care of you.
Alejandro Vargas
Probably the smuggest out of all of them.
But when he watches you fall out of bed, the fucker is going to laugh his ass off!
“Did I go too rough on you?”
You flip him off.
He takes it as a challenge.
“Maybe, we can try a new position… See how quickly we can make legs numb.”
You’re tired… But, with the promise of a bath, cuddles, and kisses… You’re up for the challenge.
Rodolfo Parra
Is just as sweet as Gaz…
He will actually roll out of bed with you – laying on the floor beside you… Will do anything to hear you laugh.
Peppers you in kisses.
When you begin to whimper, that the floor is getting to be uncomfortable, but you can’t find the strength to move – well have no fear.
Rodolfo is going to carry you.
You need a shower? Not without him…
You’re hungry? He is going to lay you down and bring the food to you.
Legs feeling better? Well… Let’s just say even the sweet ones can be mischievous little fuckers. 😉
5K notes · View notes
sugurusbabygirl · 3 months
Text
their kinks
Tumblr media
Choso:
Choking
There's no better necklace than his big hand wrapped around your throat. He loves taking you from behind and gripping his digits along your windpipe. The way it makes you tighten around him, your moans turning into weakened, high pitched whimpers.
"Oh....that's it, baby. So fucking good." "Feel-ah-so tight." "Mmm, want it harder, right? Wanna see your fucking eyes roll back."
Kento:
Thigh Riding
It's your way of treating him. He's a busy man, after all. He revels in every minute, especially the way you truly believe you're in control. He rests his hands on your hips, squeezing whenever you make so much as a soft whimper. He'll lean up, careful not to disturb your flow, peppering kisses to the sweet spot in the crook of your neck.
"Sound so pretty." "Missed me that bad, hm? Can't event wait for me to take my jacket off." "I don't care how sensitive you are, love. Keep going."
Megumi:
Toys
Anything to please his baby girl. He insists, truly. Wants to learn new ways to get you shaking and moaning. So that's how you end up, head thrown back against the pillows, Megumi holding a suction toy to your clit and curling two fingers inside you. He barely speaks, not wanting to miss even the tiniest sound you make.
"Doin' so good, baby." "Getting close? Hold on a little longer, okay? Wanna keep lookin' at you like this."
Satoru:
Sensory Deprivation
You, his blindfold, a tie around your wrists. That's all he's asking for. It's not the idea of having you at his mercy, no, it's more the idea that you'll never know what he's doing next. To have you shivering as he runs his hands along your curves. Your sharp gasp when he grips the tie against the mattress harder with each thrust, smiling down at you (unbeknownst to your covered eyes).
"Sound so desperate, babe-ngh-fuck." "Wanna what? Touch me? Aw, baby but you look so good like this." "Mmm, think I wanna give you one more before I let you see me."
Suguru:
Domination
He loves giving orders, what can you expect? On your knees, head up, tongue out, you better do so with an enthusiastic 'yes sir'. He won't punish you....per say. But he won't hesitate to slow the snap of his hips if you don't answer his questions. Pull harder on your hair when all you can choke out are strangled moans.
"Use your words, darling. How am I supposed to know what you want?" "Fuck....that feel good? Tell me." "Open your mouth. I said, open. Ah-ah, good girl."
Sukuna:
Mirror Sex
It's not secret that his favorite way to fuck you is from behind. The only drawback is not being able to see your beautiful face as you come undone. So imagine his excitement when it finally dawns on him that he can drag you in front of the bathroom mirror, and bend you over the counter. He'll yank your head back when your eyes start to droop, watching closely as your heavy pants fog the reflection of your mouth. He's hooked.
"Fuck! Like seein' how I make you scream like that?" "Hey, hey, eyes on me, pretty girl. That's it, watch yourself."
Toji:
Public Sex
He just can't seem to get enough of you, no matter how much time you spend behind the privacy of your bedroom door. He loves teasing you out in public. Running his hands over your curves, grazing his fingers across your thighs, planting lingering kisses to your neck, all in the name of working you up. But his favorite way to tease you is sliding his fingers in an out of your slick cunt under the dining table. Nothing gets him smiling like watching you try to keep yourself together in front of your guests.
"Doin' so good, baby girl. Keep quiet and I might even let you cum." "Embarrassing? Nothin' to be embarrassed about if you keep up that 'good girl' act of yours."
Yuji:
Voyeurism
He claims we wants to learn what makes you feel good. He claims the only way is to watch you with your vibrator while he sits naked at the end of the bed. He almost can't believe his eyes, how sexy you are, this new view of you he suddenly has. Yuji loves the way you blush at his encouraging words, how embarrassed you get watching him pump himself to the sight of you.
"Mmm, keep going, y/n. Shit...." "Gonna make me cum just looking at you." "Oh my god-ah-I can't-ah-can't take it. Get over here, baby."
masterlist <3
980 notes · View notes
beansprean · 1 month
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Support me on Patreon or send a tip on Kofi!
One day in January I thought, "wouldn't it be hilarious if there was an episode where the camera crew changes places with a crew filming a documentary on werewolves in california. and everyone is playing a werewolf counterpart version of their character?" And it all devolved from there. Ty to @vampireshmampire and @memosminifridge for riffing with me and coming up with hilarious ideas <3
(ID in alt and under cut)
ID: 1. Title card, close up on a full moon glowing blue, surrounded by swirls of fog and bands of purple, blue, and green light. Overlaid is tht title "What We Do Under The Moon" in the What We Do In The Shadows font, letters dark blue with a brighter blue to purple gradient at the bottom, backlit in white.
2. Wide shot of the werewolf character played by Kayvan Novak doing a talking head. He is wearing medium wash jeans, a grey tee shirt over a millennial pink vest, a small gold medallion around his neck with a matching crescent moon earring, and has his long wavy hair half up in a messy bun. He is sitting on a light cream L-shaped couch adjacent to a glass patio door letting in the sunlight and below a wall hanging that says 'live, laugh, lick'. The lower third identifies him as "Navid - beta werewolf". Navid leans back casually against the cushions and props one elbow up on the back of the couch, leaning his head into that hand, and says, "If I am to establish myself as the Alpha of the pack over Lionel and Niki, I must find a mate. Someone strong, powerful, and...nearby. In the same house even, if possible." As he speaks, he glances meaningfully to his left, where the character played by Harvey Guillen is standing behind the couch, his back to Navid as he fusses with a vacuum. He is wearing square retro glasses, airpods in both ears, brown chinos, and a short sleeved green button up unbuttoned to the sternum with a dog silhouette pattern and sleeves rolled up his biceps. His beard is well-kept stubble and hair is buzzed short on the sides, curls pushed to the side in artful disarray and sun-bleached a lighter brown.
3a. Close up on Harvey's character as he walks down the hall away from Navid's talking head. In the background, Navid whips around to lean over the back of the couch with an expectant grin, howling, "Gerardo!! Eavesdropping again? Do you have anything to add to this topic?" Gerardo barely pays him mind, tossing his reply over his shoulder: "No, sir. Seems like a werewolf-only interview. I'm going to go vacuum the alpha den, they've been shedding." 3b. Waist-up of Gerardo standing with his arms crossed, doing a talking head. The lower third reads "Gerardo Cordero de Luna, werewolf familiar (familiar is crossed out) apprentice." Gerardo says haughtily, "I am not a familiar! Only witches and vampires pull that nonsense. I'm an apprentice, and I'm part of the pack." 3c. Repeat. Offscreen, one of the crew asks, "And what does a werewolf apprentice do?" Gerardo goes a bit red, embarrassed, and glares off to the side, hesitating to answer.
The following are all cropped close ups on a mottled orange and yellow background from a colored doodle dump. 4. Waist up of Gerardo and Navid as Navid begs, hands laced together, "Gerardo, won't you let me bite you?" Gerardo avoids his gaze with a nervous grin, flapping his hand dismissively, and replies, "Ehh...not yet! There's still plenty for me to learn about being a werewolf! I've only been apprenticed what, 3 years?" "Almost 15!" Navid shoots back.
5a. Knees up of Navid and Natasia Demetriou's werewolf character, Niki. She is wearing dark red gradient high waisted leggings, a dark red low cut bralette with crossed straps in front, a fluffy cropped brown fur coat, a gold medallion matching Navid's, and multiple golden piercings in her ears with two large oval discs dangling from the lobes. Her lipstick and square cut nails are dark red, and her long hair is permed in tight fluffy curls half up in twin buns. Navid grabs his left wrist with his right hand and thrusts it at Niki's face with an anxious expression, asking, "I smell like I love him, right??" Niki curls her lip and cringes away from him, hands up to swat his arm away as she spits back, "Ugh, yes!! You stink up the whole house with your pining! There's no way he can't smell it." 5b. Knees up of Gerardo sitting on a light cream couch, reading from a book titled "Care for the Lonely Werewolf" help up in his right hand. Navid is laying across the couch, sans vest and hair loose, with his head resting on Gerardo's left thigh. His right hand is trapped beneath him, fingers hooked at the back of Gerardo's knee, and his left rests on top beneath his cheek. Gerardo's left hand his idly petting his hair. Navid stares intently into the middle distance, thinking, 'Perhaps I should be less aloof with him...'
6a. Bust of Gerardo, who is holding up an iPad in his left hand with a drawing stylus poised in his right. Navid, large and hairy in werewolf form but still sporting his dangly earring and little hair bun, is hugging him from behind, clawed hands on his shoulders and wet nose nuzzling into the side of his face. Navid's eyes are closed and his mouth is hanging open, tongue lolling out happily. Gerardo looks up at him with a fond, if confused, smile. 6b. Knees up of Navid raising a triumphant fist with a grin and confidently declaring, "He is playing hard to get, but he underestimates how hard I am to get rid of!"
7a. Waist up of Matt Berry's werewolf character, Lionel, who looks much the same but is casual in a light cream linen shirt unbuttoned well below his sternum tucked into matching linen pants, his only accessory the gold medallion matching the others'. He is standing in front of a countertop hosting a box of Thin Mints and cringes away with a drawn-out whine as Gerardo pops into frame to spray him with water, scolding, "No, bad Lionel!" 7b. Waist up of Mark Proksch's character, who appears to just be Colin Robinson dressed like Indiana Jones, as he walks into frame with a rolling suitcase. He smiles and waves, shouting, "Howdy, guys!!" Lionel stands in the background, hands on hips with an easy smile, and says. "Oh, look, it's our landlord Arthur Simon Santiago who lives such an interesting life in New York City and uses this condo as a vacation home!"
8. Group shot, knees up, of Lionel, Niki, Gerardo, and Navid smiling for the camera. Lionel has one hand on his hip and the other around his wife's waist, leaning into her. Niki has one arm thrown around Lionel's shoulders, flashing a peace sign, and the other held up behind Navid's head to give him bunny ears. Gerardo is standing slightly in front of her, one hand clutching a pamphlet for Tisch School of the Arts and looking a bit uncomfortable as if he had been dragged into the photo last minute. Still, he offers the camera a hesitant smile and allows his left arm to be crushed to Navid's chest as the werewolf pulls him close with an arm around his shoulders. Navid leans his entire body into Gerardo with a huge grin, flashing a peace sign with his free hand.
9. Uncropped version of the entire doodle dump, repeating images 4 through 8. /end ID
523 notes · View notes