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acklesterritory · 3 years

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Bad Ideas_Ch. 1

Hey guys, I'm back with a new story.

*First*: I want to apologize if I tagged you in case you didn't want to. Unfortunately I mixed up my tag list so please even if you don't read this story let me know if you're on my blog's

1. Dean tags or 2.series tags or 3.oneshot tags.

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**Second*I'm planning on finishing this story in 2 parts but sometimes it can take longer so no promises.

Dean x Reader

This chapter words~4k

Series Warning: +18, a/b/o relationships, Dom/Sub(No details. You know I hate spoilers), Angst, Smut, Unprotected sex (You're wiser that that), Cheating, Language, Hurt reader

Summary: She was supposed to get married and imprint her beloved wolf but what happens when a dominant hunter shows up to hunt them?

This chapter song: Wild by John legend feat Gary Clark Jr. Listen here

And I stole @jay-and-dean 's divider *sorry*

Happy reading and may you leave me something cause feedbacks are writer's fuel.

Mad, Sad, pretty, savage, seductive, crazy!

An obvious alpha.

I knew it from the first time I laid my eyes on her.

Couple of weeks ago I was at a luxury restaurant in my Fed suit to meet a businessman who could be involved in our new case. Doing that random investigation, I was getting convinced that there ain't any useful information and he was nothing but a waste of the time. So I excused myself and left the table to call Sam in the lobby. He had to know it was a dead end. But just when I was putting my phone back in my pocket, someone grabbed my arm from behind and pushed me against the wall out of blue.

"Say your name."

Wasn't my first time to face a seductive woman but for some unknown reason her whisper sent a shiver down my spine and I couldn't stop my eyes from gazing at her curves in that elegant black outfit.

"Listen. I got myself into this awful situation where I had to face this filthy woman announcing everyone in my birthday party that she was sleeping with my fiance. So before he show up to stop me, I need you to help them realizing something very important about me. And that help will be appreciated. So make your mind. You can just simply say your name and mention your price or I will kill you to make a scene and skip everyone's pitty looks part." She told me, running her right leg up, between my legs. To make me feel the bulge of her thigh holester underneath her dress: *She had a gun*

Wetting my lips, I looked down into her eyes for a second. She had some make up on but I knew enough to be sure that wild look couldn't be fake. She was a werewolf who probably had no idea what she got herself into.

"Name's Dean." I bit on my lip. Why I let her know my real name? I had no idea. I didn't want to think about it either. I just wanted to hold my gaze there, Letting myself to catch on those burning flames in her eyes.

"And sorry sweetheart. I'm off the sale."

I brought my lips closer to her ear so she could hear my whisper. However I hadn't to bend so much. Even without those elegant highheels, she was taller than a normal chick.

"What do you want, then?" She almost hissed on my lips before I pushed her back.

"Maybe I want you to be even more angry. Who knows?" I joked, distracting her for a second by my intentional smirk.

"You are a hunter, aren't you?" This time she surprised.

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and peaked out the tongue to wet my lips when she turned around for a second to catch a glimpse of whoever was approaching us.

"Just save my honor and then I'm yours. Kill, rape, torture. I don't mind anymore." There was no regret, shame or sorrow in her tone. She just stated it like a random proven fact. No hesitation, no hard feelings, no doubts. She was speaking like a smart commander in a war field, negotiating with her enemy to just save the day.

And to be honest I was stunned by that behavior. I know that I could resist her when she right away reached out but the thing is I didn't want to. As soon as she snaked her arms around my neck, her smell surrounded me like a trap. A captivating one. So pleasant! Then her lips were on mine in a shameless open-mouthed kiss. With her tongue dancing with mine.

I closed my eyes and immediately blood started to run wild in my veins. Every fiber, every cell were reacting to her warm body against my cold existence. It felt strange. I never was aroused by a kiss this fast. Not even when I was just a virgin teen.

"Y/n?!" A gruff voice called her. So she had to draw an unintentional groan out of me to break the kiss.

"That's him." She murmured on my lips. And I opened my eyes to look at a tall man in his fancy tuxedo. He was handsome. But not as much as he was wealthy. His watch could cost the whole hotel itself!

"What are you doing?" Eyes burning, he stared at me. Like he was watching the most terrible scene ever in his life.

"Well, ..." She smiled mischievously, getting out of my arms to stand next to me.

"Just enjoying my heat with a man who actually can handle it." She stated, smiling with her head up, radiating power.

"What..." The man's gaze shifted between us in disbelief.

"What do you ... what does ..." He was getting red by anger. And it seemed she couldn't care less.

"This is a break up, Jamie. I'm done with your endless excuses. I'm done with you, sleeping around while you can't even satisfy my needs in the bed. I need a better man."

*well, shit*

"You're … how you … can …" The man stuttered, shaking his head in disbelief. I looked around and found out people were gathering around us slowly. From the corner of my eyes I spotted two hunk in suits in front of the main door. They were definetaly bodyguards.

"That's it. We are done." She announced while everyone held their breath; watching her taking off her ring and throwing it toward her newly "ex".

"Y/N! …" The man took a step forward. His eyes were on fire and rage. Still his tone was soft, unlike his rough voice. "You can't do this. It's just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" She laughed, tilting her head. Everyone could see how her fangs looked perfectly white and sharp: Ready, challenging, threatening!

"Is that so, Jamie?" She mocked before bringing out her phone out of her tiny clutch, throwing it to the guy after playing a video on it. By the noises I could hear, it was a sex type that made the man sweating bullets in no time.

"Now get the fuck out of my way and out of my life." She retorted, grabbing my hand. And as I was planning to win over the two bodyguards who mightly would stop us, we just reached to the main front door.

"Miss Y/l/N …" To my surprise, one of the bodyguards approached us politely. looking cool, calm, and all in control.

"You two can go home, Mark. I'm gonna spend the night with …" She hesitated and shut her eyes for a second to remember my name:

"… Dee. We probably need some private time for the next few days. I'll call you when I feel I need to get back home. But til that, I don't want any interruptions." She declared and by her steady and sure tone I could say she used to talk with them.

"But …"

"Just don't let Jamie get close to me ever again." She cut the bodyguard's word carelessly and then turned her face to look at me.

"You got any car?"

"Of course I do." I gave her my most proud smile.

"Ok then. Let's go out of here. I don't want to even take one more breath in here anymore."

I watched enough movies and read enough comics and slept with enough women to know that Y/n was a whole different savage alpha.

She was on the baby's seat in just her one single layer fancy dress that barely covered her body while it was freezing cold outside. To the point I could feel the chill in my FBI suit and coat the moment we walked out of the hotel. And still she protested me when I turned on baby's heater.

"She was pregnant." She said bluntly, a few minutes later, looking out of the window like she could see anything in road at that dark night through baby's steamed up glass.

I looked over her and catch a glimpse of her tears before she could wipe them.

"I can't believe he did this to me. Out of all the people, Jamie was the last one I expected him to betray me." She was hurting but her voice wasn't shaky. She still sounded more angry than sad.

"Maybe he didn't. Maybe the chick misused the hit of a moment to trick him."

*Why I'm defending him? He is a freaking werewolf!*

I had no idea! Maybe I was trying to soothe her pain. But Why?

"Yeah, maybe. But after all he is the one who let the devil in!" Her sound wasn't more than a whisper but it woke the old screams of my guiltyconscience in my head:

*How many times I had let the devil get in me?*

"Screw him." She said through her clenched teeth. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "Screw him. Screw dad. And screw the whole royal pack. Screw everything!"

I sighed, knowing she will be angry for a while. So I turned on the radio, changing the stations to find something that might distract her. I just didn't need to watch that lady's upcoming tears.

I … wanna take you so far.

Out past the Saturn rings

And into my heart

The rhythm catched my attention immediately. It sounds like a nice song. A comforting one.

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

I wanna love you

For miles and miles

I chuckled, patting Baby on the wheels.

We can go slow,

we don't need to rush

I'll take the wheel,

make you feel every touch

I wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild

"Where is the lie, Baby? I always do." I chuckled, enjoying how the song perfectly suit us.

"Are you talking to me or to your old ass car?"

I was so ready to make Y/n regret that harsh remark, yet when I turned to give her my deadliest frown, she got me almost chocked on my tongue.

"Wha …"

A lace black lingerie hanging around the right knee, she had her legs wide open on my passenger seat‌, playing with her bare core with her delicate fingers while her left foot was using dashboard to support her weight.

Lay on the passenger's side

Tell me how fast you want

We'll get there tonight

Her right strap dropped when she jolted in her sex fever, almost revealing whole of her bare chest. And all of this was happening while she still had her eyes closed, panting in pain. I felt like I lost the ability to even form a God damn sound.

Oh, fire, you set me on fire

I swear you're the only one

I'd take on this ride

"What … are you … doing?!" My voice sounded horrible, scratchy and far. I darted my tongue to wet my lips but my mouth was already dry by watching her. It was no surprise that she didn't noticed my question. She was already lost in her body. Her neck was glistening under road's occasional faint lights and now all I could feel was her warmth in the small room of the car, already surrendered to her astounding smell, in middle of a freaking winter night.

… Oh, oh

Yeah

Wanna love you

Wanna touch you

Wanna drive you

Wild, wild, wild …

I jumped out of my skin when a sudden honk drew my attention out … to the road and I finally noticed the truck that could crash us to hell if I couldn't rotate the wheel just on time.

*Dang* Something beside me hit the windshield the moment I stepped on the break. Then a shattering sound cut the air.

"Y/N!" I screamed, trying to pull over without making any other mess.

"Hey … you hear me?" I asked as I turned to see her face buried in her hairs on the dashboard. A part of the windshield was broken in an oval shape, broken pieces scattered mostly on the passenger side while the rest of it had some cracks on.

"Y/N!" I called her again but when I couldn't get any answer, I get out of the car to circulate baby and open the passenger door.

"Hey … look here, can you hear me?" I pulled her carefully back, to rest her head against the seat, securing her neck between my hands. That was when my eyes catched on the sight of a deep cut on her forehead, right under the hair line. And it was bleeding.

"Y/n?"

She moaned, goosebumps raised on her skin everywhere around my fingers.

"I think I need to lay down on the back seat." She said, before opening her eyes.

"Are you in pain?" I couldn't help myself, not knowing why I suddenly would care that much?

She smiled and I reached to wipe the oozing blood on my thumb.

"I got a first-aid box in my trunk. Just wai…"

Before I could finish my saying and right as I started to withdraw, she grabbed my arm to hold me still.

"No, help me to the back seat." For a second I got lost in her eyes, feeling an odd fultter in the dip of my stomach, pulling me like a meaningless swarf toward the magnet of her wondrous touch.

"Please."

Mostly humans know that drinking sea water or getting hit by a gunshot can cause their death. But could that knowledge stop them from exploring oceans or fighting for their honor in the war fields?

"Dean …"

"Alright."

Well, I was a human too. A human who could be attracted to unknowns, being aware that it could be very dangerous. Or maybe more marvelous.

"You ok?" I asked as soon as I had her on my back seat, gazing at the sweat running down on the side of her face while one of my legs were resting inside of car, the other: still out, planted on the ground.

"I think I've hurt my back." I spotted a tremor in her voice as she avoided my puzzled look and stared down to her lap like she was hiding a secret there. Was that weapon still hidden there in that holster?

I checked my gun to be where it should've been. If she (as a werewolf) was up to kill me (as a hunter), I knew this could be her best shot. And honestly if It was me, I would've used the same trick.

"Are you gonna wait there for the rest of the night?" She raised her eyebrows and instantly hissed as the deep cut on her forehead got wrinkled with this simple move.

Taking a deep breath, I pulling myself completely in and closed the door behind. Well, I was aware that without any way out, she could've killed me much easier. But what kind of human could touch the moon without taking any fetal risk?

However I still didn't want to hurt her. So I hoped she wouldn't do what an enemy should do.

As I was all ready to confront her attack, she slightly turned her back to me. Then she grabbed her long hair and put them aside, giving me the access to her spine.

"Can you check it for me?"

Well, if she wanted to play, I was game too. In the end, I had killed enough werewolves to know how I could manage an alpha one like her. But … it was about something more. Something way stronger: A wild need and an ancient desire to touch her bare skin on my fingertips, tongue and teeth. A perfect example of a hunter and his prey. And yet … I was feeling like the first man who was about to discover the fire too.

"Do you want me to unzip it?" I asked to be sure. Never wanted her to feel like I would hurt her honor just because we were enemies. Even when touching her was all I could think about at the moment.

"Yes, please." She whispered and I noticed the same burning wish in her soft tone. So I couldn't help my fingers run their way on her back and touch the velvety fabric of her outfit.

She inhaled loudly as I unzipped the dress, watching the goosebumps raising on her skin as I was tracking down on her spine.

"I don't think you got any wound here."

"Then why I'm in pain?" She asked, leaning back to me. And I subconsciously pulling her dress down, not knowing why my everything wanted to touch her more?

"Hunter." Her breaths got quickened and as she rested her head back on my right shoulder and nuzzled her nose in my neck, I could tell she was still burning up.

"I'm in heat." She said, panting. And that was the moment I realized she was already lost by just imagining me inside of her.

"Y/n …"

"Dean ..." She whined as her hand found the side on my head.

"Dean, I need you." With that she pushed me down to claim my lips in a lustful kiss.

I could be a caveman or a scientist, or even an astronaut but for sure she was more than a thunderstorm or the electricity or even the mars itself.

"Ah … " She whimpered, her body twisted in my arms, like an angry wounded animal that was seeking for a remedy. From her owner.

"This is such a bad idea." I said as my hands grabbed her waist, trying to control her moves when she started to roll her hips impatiently.

"That's what people always say. To Galileo, To Da Vinci, even to ..." She claimed, taking my fingers with her delicate ones, to guide my hands up on her body.

" … to whoever with … " I stole her breath as my hands reached to her soft breasts.

"With the …"

She took a shaky breath to keep herself together. But I was that man who just had landed on the moon and now wasn't able to stop trying. So I grazed my teeth on the skin of her neck, marking her with a hickey right as I squeezed her breasts, giving her aroused nipples the special attention they deserved with my thumbs. Well, she fought to not fall apart and I had to fill her blank spaces:

"Best ideas?" I asked before biting on her lips, feeling the burning heat that was coming out of her skin. Could moon ever be the sun too?

"Hunter!" She almost cried as my left hand travels down on her belly and hips to find her already swelled bud and part her labia. "HUNTER!"

This time she really screamed as my thumb brushed her bud again while my other two digits sank in her warm core. Her walls sucked on my fingers.

"OH GOD!"

I was still rubbing her nipple with my other hand when she dug her nails in my arms.

"No!" She gasped.

"No? I thought you said it's not a bad idea."

I whispered before taking her earlobe between my teeth and pulled on it as her back fought hard to arch against my body. She got speechless, drown in whatever the black hole we both had fallen into. Now time and place were lost for us so I tightened my arms more around her body.

"Shush, alpha. Take it easy." I said as I removed my fingers from where I was making her weak. And that was out of the bare truth of a human's nature. We love to possess and we love to own. Even if it's the moon and the sun or maybe a lost star in the Infinity of the universe.

She jolted forward in ecstasy and I had to grabbed her wrists firmly before she could end herself: "No."

"Please! … God." She whimpered. Thighs shaking with need and thirst. But I knew better.

"My name is Dean."

But what else could make a negligible creature like me feel like a God more than this wolf of women during her pleasure?

I kissed her shoulder and hugged her from behind, letting her cool down as our warmth were mixing in the small room of the car. She was panting again.

"Come here."

I turned her chin toward my face, tasting her lips in an open mouthed and yet tender kiss, taking my time to draw some deep moans out of her chest.

Til she was nothing more than a pounding heart or a throbbing mess and a mind which had already got blind by lust.

Somehow I wanted this prideful moment to last forever.

"Deeaaaan!" She rubbed her thighs against each other, trying her best to control her wild necessity to come. I could tell it was making her mad cause now she couldn't even sit up in my lap.

"Lay down, sweetheart" I encouraged. And as she did, I got rid of our clothes as soon as I could. When I was done, I noticed her passionate gaze on me.

"You'll be the death of me!" She admitted and I bent to lick her along her jaw.

"No, I need you alive. We still got some dirty work to do."

My whisper made her shiver. And moan. Again and again.

Looking down, I watched how her body were twisting under me, once more rubbing her thights together as I was holding her wrists up beside her head.

"Open up, alpha." I commended, reaching to her core, making her pants in pain as I mercilessly squeezed her bud.

She took another shaky breath, as she parted her legs for me. So I take the advantage to lube myself with her juice as she was already dripping.

"I said don't come yet." I slapped her breast and bent to bite her hard on the other one, sliding myself in her velvety heaven.

"DEAN!" She cried and her eyes rolled. And I tried to freeze this image in my mind. Could a God be more proud of himself?

But It was just the beginning. I decided to start my favorite rhythm to slam into her. And kept watching her bliss and how her soft and round breast were bouncing every time out hips met.

"You're doing good, sweetheart. I know you can." I could not stopped my smile when I realized she'd almost fainted, fighting against her mad orgasm.

"Aa…ha." She tried to answer but it sounded more like a painful moan which I muffled it in a kiss. Sweet and sore. Wet and shameless. We now were a part of one another. The mystery was solved. The cold God was melting in the arms of the sun. The man kind had won the moon.

"Come." I groaned and her walls clenched around me, sucking me inside of her.

Her back arched violently and I had to clutched at the leather seats to keep myself up when an unstoppable rush of pleasure hit both of us.

And just like that, we made the big trouble. The gravity that could swallow our futures all together …

"To be continued".

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Bully! Park Jimin- I’m Your Devil (DIRRRRTTYY)

So...I got a new computer and I have no clue how to screenshot on it as of now...and tbh I don’t feel like figuring out how. SO I’m gonna be experimenting with some layouts but until then you just have these annoying announcements.

Anyways, ANON ASKS 🧑🏿‍🎤 🧑🏿‍🎤 🧑🏿‍🎤 (you know who you are wink wink)

may I request a really aggressive schoolbully!jimin / sadistic!jimin smut inspired by the songs daddy issues, into it, and the hills :)

Y’all some masochists but I ain’t mad.

Just know ya worth and if anyone treats you like this in real life, punch them in the balls. That being said, This is also LOOOONG. I didn’t plan for it to be but yeah. ALSO I GOT YOUR OTHER ASK SO I GOT CHU. I’m not sure if this is good but I hope I did you justice.

Reader who isn’t a virgin, really mean bully man, more foreplay than actual smut lol sorry, touch of diet-angst

Leggo.

...

“Okay class, what do you think the author was trying to say when she was describing her relationship with Damien?”

You sat at your desk, chin propped up in your hand as you gazed off longingly into space. This was one of the rare times you decided to pay attention because your class was reading your favorite book. “The Young Devil” (Completely made up lol).

“She’s obviously a broken woman if she thinks Damien is ever gonna change his ways. She’s a stiff.” a comment made you practically fall forward. You turned your head to find the culprit of who said such a thing about your favorite character. “Anyways, she’s too safe. She couldn’t handle his issues.”

“Well maybe if Damien made an effort to open himself up, Belle wouldn’t have to pry so hard.” another girl rolled her eyes. “Men always think women can’t handle what they throw when in reality we take the heat for your dumb asses.”

“Interesting conversation. Y/N, what do you think?” the teacher took note that you were paying more attention and turned her sights on you. “What do you think about the dynamic between Damien and Belle?”

You cursed yourself for looking too interested. You hated speaking. “I...Um.” you opened your mouth and closed it again, unsure of what to say. “I think Damien’s refusal to allow Belle to see the other side of him not only puts their mental connection at risk, but physical as well.” you replied.

“What do you mean physical?” she egged you on to elaborate. “As in sex?”

“W-well, yes and no.” you shrugged. “Belle prides herself on building connection through touch. She can’t have sex with Damien because she doesn’t feel loved by him. To him sex is just a thing you do. He gets his pleasure from bullying her, that’s his high.” you explained. “She claims she doesn’t care but if she didn’t, she wouldn’t spend her time wishing he was different...or something.” you played with your hands, staring down at your fingers.

The teacher stared at you before a smile broke out on her face. “Excellent analysis, Y/N!” she clapped her hands together. You returned the smile with the tiny bit of confidence that built up inside you. “Yes, Jimin did you have something you wanted to add?”

You turned your head to find the always mouthy Park Jimin lazily raising his hand. “She likes being bullied by him.” he said as if it was a matter of fact.

“Excuse you?” you couldn’t help but speak out. Suddenly the entire class was quiet. They had never heard you speak so abruptly before. “What the hell do you mean she likes it.”

“She wouldn’t put up with it if she didn’t like it.” he raised an eyebrow. “She could just tell him to leave her alone, get lost or something.”

“How in the hell would Belle enjoy someone like Damien embarrassing her every minute he gets. Are we reading the same book?” you sat up straight crossing your arms.

“Now this is getting interesting.” the teacher mumbled.

“You can tell by her actions. The rush of her blood when she blushes, the way she stammers over her words, the way she listens to his every word...much like you are right now, princess.” he winked. His smug grin alone made your blood boil.

“Oh and I suppose his possessive ways are warranted in your eyes too aren’t they.” you scoffed.

“Maybe, I mean she even says herself she feels cared about.” he shrugged.

“Because Damien is a manipulative dickhead!” you snapped. “He obviously wants her around because she’s the only girl who gives a shit about his life and he’d feel lost without her.” you snarled. “Then again I would expect this point of view from a man who changes bitches like he changes his underwear.” (A/N we don’t hate women here).

“Language Miss. L/N.” the teacher spoke. You rolled your eyes, glaring at Jimin one last time before facing forward. The whole class was silent.

“Nice one Y/N” a girl on your opposite side nudges you.

“Not bad for a quiet girl.” a boy piped up.

...

As classes were let out for the day you wordlessly avoided the looks you got from your other classmates. You walked down the halls, holding your books tightly to your chest.

“Oi, Hey L/N!”

You weren’t sure if the sound of Jimin’s voice made you wanna speed up or slow down. It didn’t matter because he went as far as to run and stop right in front of you.

“Um..What?” you looked up at him.

“Oh, not excited to see me?” he scoffed with a sadistic smile. You didn’t know what he was planning but you didn’t like it. “Way to try and debate me in class today, who knew you had a mouth on you.”

“I was just answering the teachers question..I don’t want any trouble..” you clutched your books even tighter. Before he could reply a girl ran up, practically attaching herself to him.

“JIMMY YOU HAVE DANCE PRACTICE!” she practically screeched. “Why are you talking to her?”

“Oh...Y/N here was-” he paused. “Just confessing her undying love for me!”

“What! No I wasn’t!” you tried to deny, but it was too late. Everyone who was around heard him. “I don’t have a crush on you!” You felt your face heart up.

“Oh Y/N, You don’t have to hide it! Why else would you speak to me passionately in class today.” his sick grin never left his face. You could tell this was his revenge for embarrassing him in class. “You were telling me all about how you couldn’t sleep another night without telling me. How you want me in more ways than one.”

He spoke loud enough so others could hear.

“That’s not true!” you snapped. You were trembling. Humiliation filled your body and was overflowing, much like the tears of embarrassment you couldn’t fight anymore. “I’m not in love with you.”

“Oh Y/N, you don’t have to hide it anymore. I know everything. The love letters, the staring-”

“What?!”

But it was too late, people were already giggling and staring at you with pity. You took one last look at Jimin, who was already walking away, gleefully accepting the high fives from the pigs who dared to say ‘Nice score.’

“Are you alright, Y/N?’ a girl came up to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. “Should we go to the headmaster?”

You didn’t answer, you just ran. You ran out the school, unknowingly into the pouring rain. It seemed the sky matched your mood today. You let out all the tears, not caring who saw or who looked at you as if you had lost your mind. Your house was far, but you didn’t care about that either. In that moment you felt as helpless as the character you loved dearly, Belle.

...

You ignored everyone the next day, even your small group of lunch buddies. You worked alone, you sat alone at lunch, and by the time free period had rolled around, you had opted to hide. However, just as you prepared yourself to leave, who else but Jimin to stopped you in the middle of the halls.

“Well if it isn’t my little admirer!” Jimin spoke loud enough to capture the attention of those around you. He ‘accidentally’ slapped your books out of your hands. “Oh, I’m sorry Y/N...Go ahead, pick those up.”

Without another word you knelt down, only to have him kick one of your books to the side. “What’s this! A diary!”

A brown and black leather bound hardcover book sat at his feet. You instantly scrambled to get it, but he had managed to get his hands on it. “Isn’t this interesting!”

“Jimin please don’t-!” you stood up, forgetting about your textbooks.

“Dear friend,-” he cleared his throat dramatically as he flipped through the pages of your diary.

Dear journal,

My life is nothing like stories I read about all the time. Each and every night I’d wish for my handsome devil to come. Come and take me away from here, away from the hate, away from the commotion, away from Park fucking Jimin. I don’t know what I’ve done to make him hate me the way he does. I just wish he’d be nice to me...just once. But that is one wish I know won’t come true. He’s just a sadistic asshole who bullies me because he knows I won’t say a word.

So why do i-

You snatched the book out of his hands before he could read any more, this time you were seething with rage. “If you EVER touch my property again I will- I’ll-”

“You’ll do what princess?” he smiled cheekily. “You won’t do a thing to me and we both know it...you’re just like that Belle chick. That handsome devil of yours is just a fever dream, get over it-.”

“Maybe, but I’d rather live in a dream than talk to Satan himself.” you snapped. “You’re just the devil.” you whimpered. “Why do I even put up with you?” you sighed. Jimin suddenly stepped forward. You mentally prepared yourself for the worst.

You felt his lips touch the side of your mouth, had you moved just a bit more, he would have been on your lips. “Because you love me.”

....

“For this project, I will be assigning you partners

Oh shit...please no. God, no. Dear lord if anyone can hear-

“Alex and Jackson. Lisa and Mark, Y/N and Jimin-”

“Fuck.” you mouthed. You dared looked next to you. Jimin was playfully leaning his cheek against the palm of his hand. He winked at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You will be doing book reports on The Young Devil. You choose the topic, this is due in two weeks. I recommend you get together outside of school.”

As class let out, Jimin followed you. “Sooo, partner! When am I coming over?”

“When pigs fly.” you answered sourly.

“Saturday at 7:00 you said? I’ll be there!” he threw an arm around your waist. “See you there, babe.”

“You don’t even know my address!” you called after him as he walked off. That probably wasn’t the best idea because everyone was staring at you again. “NO! BECAUSE WE HAVE A PROJECT....Nevermind.” you groaned.

... (Saturday 7:30 PM)

“You’re late.” you seethed as you pulled open the door. Jimin sauntered in and you slammed the door.

Soon it was silent between you two. Before he could open his mouth, you left him standing there to bolt up the stairs. Jimin, being himself followed you. To be honest, you were already starting without him.

“Do you live alone?” he asked, noticing how empty your home was.

“I do.” you replied curtly. “My parents travel around a lot, so I never see them.” you shrugged. “They help me out though.”

“So mommy and daddy take care of everything-”

“You don’t know me.” you cut him off. You sat down at your desk and pulled up your notes, proceeding to work. “They help me because they care...unlike some people.” you scoffed. “Shut up so I can concentrate.”

“I thought this was a partner thing.” you heard your bed creak. “I think we should put out minds...maybe bodies together and think of a concept.”

“I already have one.” you cut him off.

“Enlighten me.”

“If Damien hadn’t changed by the end of the book, would Belle still be with him.” you mused aloud.

“Probably.”

“....” you didn’t reply, because you didn’t want to admit he was right. Probably the only time you’d ever agree with him on anything.

“What? Still mad at me for reading your little diary?” he asked. Once again, you ignored him. Suddenly, your chair was turned around abruptly and you were now staring at a red faced Jimin. “I don’t like being ignored, doll.”

He was so close, your noses were practically touching. You froze up, afraid to move.

“Why are you so mean?” you found yourself asking. “What did I ever do to you?”

“Other than refuse to drop that good girl act of yours? We’re a dysfunctional two peas in a pod. I’m an asshole and you’re too much of a stiff to stop me.”

“Act?” you looked confused. “I don’t have an act.” you attempted to defend yourself.

“Hm...that face you make is kind of hot.” he smirked. He slid his fingertips under your chin. Your vision went blurry, unable to process everything. You absent-mindedly began playing with the hem of your sweater.

(SMUT AHEAD, PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

“What is your deal!?” you found yourself getting angry as you stood up. Jimin stepped back looking startled. “You’re messing with my fucking head and I’ve had enough! Jimin what did I ever do to you?” you felt it again. Humiliation. “I’m not asking you to be my friend but the least you could do is be nice to me!”

“I don’t do nice, sweetheart. Like you said, I’m the devil.” he walked up to you. “Your blush is like a drug to me.” he laughed. “It’s cute.” he rested his hands on either side of your face. “Fuck, I kinda wanna kiss you right now. Do you wanna kiss me?”

YES!

“Yes, I mean no! I mean yes- I mean maybe, I mean fuck!”

Not even a second later, Jimin’s lips were over yours. Despite his bullying, his kiss was gentle. You practically melted. He protectively wrapped an arm around your waist. Your thoughts on the project were long gone. Jimin couldn’t figure out why he felt so protective of you all of a sudden, but thoughts ran through his head. Thoughts that if anyone else kissed you, touched, you even looked your way...he’d go ballistic.

And fuck, you were a great kisser. He held the back of your head with his free hand, guiding you into his touch, which you followed perfectly. His tongue slid through the gap in your mouth, yearning to taste you more. You felt lightheaded as if your heart was about to give out. He pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

“Maybe I’m so cruel because I don’t know how to act around you.” he whispered. “Maybe I’m trying to be the devil you want so bad.” you could see a flash of sadness in his eyes, which was quickly replaced with lust. “I wanna be your devil, Y/N...”

He kissed you again, this time his warm hands slithered under your clothes. You were by no means a virgin, but the way you felt made you feel shy and exposed. Jimin walked you back towards your bed and practically threw you on the plush surface while he rid himself of his shirt. Your bodies practically melted together, bodies meeting in a sweaty mass of limbs that explored one another.

Be fumbled with your pants, almost tearing them off you. He gave you a sadistic smile before ghosting his lips over both your thighs. Your legs shook, trying to keep them steady.

“Have you ever...done anything with anyone?” he asked.

“Once, but nothing special.” you admitted. “It was straight to the point.” you shrugged.

“Then I guess I have nothing to compete against.” he bit his lips. “You smell so good here.” he shuddered. “I wanna-”

He yanked down your panties next. His lips ghosted over your slit, pressing feather light kisses against you.

You held your breath, unable to register what was going on. His fingers met your clit, sliding his fingers through your slickness. Before you could say another word, Jimin licked a stripe up your slit. You bucked your hips, only to be held down. He sucked harshly at your clit before playing with your little bud with his tongue.

“F-fuh-” you couldn’t even muster up the words as Jimin played with you.

“Fuck Y/N.” he groaned. You felt his fingers slid inside of you, coating his fingers in your water. “I don’t know what’s hotter, the look on your face or the way your-”

“D-don’t say it!” you cut him off. “I’m warning you!”

“What?” you could just see she shit-eating grin on his face. “You mean pussy? The way this pussy takes my fingers so well?” (Now from the top, make it drop- I’ll shut up)

He abruptly removed his fingers which made your back arch and lurch upwards. You sat up on his elbows only to witness Jimin rid himself on his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened when you saw his hardness. You couldn’t look away.

“See something you like?” his voice made you snap out of it. He bit his lip with a grin. He grabbed your legs and aligned himself with you, teasing the hell out of your entrance, just barely touching you with his length. “Am I your devil, Y/N?”

“God, yes.” you couldn’t fight it anymore.

Slowly, he slid in, groaning at the feel of you around his dick. “Shit Y/N...How the hell am I gonna move when you’re so t-tight. I won’t last 10 seconds.” he whimpered. He slowly thrust again, your juices creating a deep echo in the room. “Hah...Ungh...f-fu” he planted his hands on the bed, one either side of your head. “Y/N...You don’t know what you do to me.”

“J-jimin.” you mirrored his voice, wrapping your arms around his neck. “P-please?”

That was all the motivation he needed to start moving.

Your moans and yells echoes through the room, the clapping sound of flesh hitting flesh bounced off the walls. Sweat kept your bodies practically glues together. His fingers moved everywhere. Grabbing your sweater that for some reason was still on, grabbing your legs to pull you back into him. Your face to move your hair out of the way so he could witness the euphoria written shamelessly on your face. His jaw went slack and he felt himself getting to that part, and he could tell you were close too.

You were first, practically convulsing under him, screams of his name escaping your lungs.

“ARGH, FUCK!” He followed suit and immediately removed himself from you, only to spray himself...all over your sweater and legs. He felt forward, practically shaking against you. He messily kissed you, not bothering to think about neatness as his tongue invaded your mouth for the umpteenth time.

“Mind if I crash here tonight?” he laughed as he plopped next to you.

“Sure.” you breathlessly replied. “Project can wait till tomorrow.”

As you drifted off to sleep, Jimin shimmied out of bed and walked over to the open window. He felt the breeze on his skin and closed his eyes. “Please.” He whispered. “I want to treat her well...don’t let me fuck it up.” He silently wished before joining you in bed again, protectively wrapping his arms around you. “I’ll do anything for you, Y/N...I’m your devil....”

...

Cheesy ending I know but what did ya think?!

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Ok hellooooooo!

What about bakugo, todoroki and kirishima with a S/O that isn’t a virgin. Feel free to skip this if you want. Have a good day and I love your writing

Sorry I was responding to this late, I've been busy with school and other things. Thank you for liking my writing if feel as if it isn’t that good but anyways. Lets get on with this request. Also I haven’t forgotten about the other request I am almost done with writing those but this one seems quick and easy and doesn’t take out a lot of my time. WARNINGS: ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ but even if you are a minor I try to write these as PG-13 as I can :) Gender Neutral reader, maybe some mentions of female anatomy as well as male anatomy. Also many sexual terms are written in this. If this turns into full on smut I am sorry. no im not lmao. Anyways enjoy!

KASTUKI BAKUGO

Now I feel like Bakugo isn’t a virgin but here me out. He’s had sex but he’s not that experienced. none of class 1-a is but that post is for another time. He’s had like maybe one or two hook ups the max. He really doesn’t care for sex he just wants to be the number one hero, heck just a good hero at most. But when Bakugo meets his s/o his views have changed. Now I am not saying he immediately saw them and though ‘sex sex sex sex’ no he is a gentlemen whether you guys like it or not. He treats everyone the same, he hates everyone. I headcanon that Bakugo is pro-choice and is part of the feminism movement but again that is for another time. No when he met his s/o he fell in love so hard that even lucifer was like damn. get it because lucifer fell from heaven, he went from an angel to the devil? no okay anyways. Yeah he would call them a dumbass and other names at time but he was softer with them. He wasn't the angry Pomeranian around you. i mean at times he still was but it lessened. Anyways. When he and his s/o were making out on his bed after a hard day of him training. Yes his s/o was not in the heroics course but they would often train with Bakugo to help he get better even though he was one of the best. But this angry child didn’t want to be one of the best, he wanted to be the best. Elizabeth you are getting carried away but details matter, my English teachers told me so. But they also told me that rambling with details does not matter. Okay I better hurry up with this :-: So back to that making out on his bed. Yeah it escalated to him pinning them down and planting kisses on there jaw, which turns his s/o on ever more. It eventually went from slow kisses from their aw all the way to their clothed sex. But this as happened before you see. Bakugo had made his s/o orgasm so many times with his tongue and his fingers and his s/o has mad him orgasm several times with either a blowjob/hand job, or other ways. But this time both were ready to take it further, but what Bakugo didn’t know was that his s/o wasn’t a virgin. He thought ‘ahh I am going to be their first’ which would boost his ego. But when he looks his s/o he is surprised. “Katsuki just so you know, I’m not a virgin” His s/o says with a bashful looks. yeah I am not going to say with a blush covering their face because I know some of my readers are poc and blush doesn’t appear on their face as well as others, i would know, as i am also poc, i'm getting carried away again. Yeah that statement hurt his ego a bit, but then he grinned. This mother-

“It’s okay baby I ain’t either, but just know this. I am going to rock your world” He leans into to whisper into his s/o’s ear. When he pulled away knowing he gave them shivers, he looks them in the face and winks. Yeah Katsuki and his s/o were going to have a long night.

SHOTO TODOROKI

I am sorry to all the Shoto fans, aka me, who think this man is a sex god. He is awkward and because of Endeavour, FUCK YOU, he doesn’t know about many things. So do you really expect him to know what sex is. Okay listen before you attack me, he knows what it is, he isn’t that innocent. He know sex is something that adults do to release some tension or to do for fun. But he is a hardcore virgin. He has never been turned on. Accidentally saw Momo’s boobs and turned away to respect her. I hope you guys know what scene I am talking about. He wasn’t turned on by that. Class 1-A talking about things that turn them on, none of the things they mention make him blush. AGAIN FUCK YOU ENDEAVOUR WHY COULDN’T HE HAVE A NORMAL CHILDHOOD. anyways. But he met his s/o while he was just two years out of U.A. He was 20 which means he was allowed to drink. In Japan the legal drinking age is 20 while here in the US the legal drinking age in 21. anyways. He decided to go out with his group of friends, no not just the Dekusquad come on I feel like by now he has made more friends. So his man walks up into the club with a undercut. UNDER CUT TODOROKI BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF. To bless you eyes I will post some links t o the fanart. 1, 2, 3, 4. He is wearing like a white dress shirt with the two buttons undone and some blacked ripped skinny jeans and for his shoes its the classic dress shoes, PLS CAN YOU IMAGINE HIM WEARING SOMETHING LIKE THAT. I post a link here of the inspiration. Now if you clicked on the link the is what he is wearing except the shirt and white and the pants are black of but the shoes are black dress shoes. anyways That is were he meets his s/o but I won’t go into detail unless that is something you want to write about then comment that. Eventually the two hit it off and becomes friends then lovers. Yeah the first Shoto and his s/o met they didn’t immediately have sex. Shoto isn’t like that despite what the fanfics say. But it’s the time where lovers get turned on by each other, and for once in his life he wants sex. He desires it. Like a hunger, if he doesn’t feed it he slowly go crazy. Okay maybe not that dramatic but do yo see my point? So one day the two are making out on the couch. S/o is grinding themselves onto his lap and soft moans are escaping their lips, which Shoto softly groans, those groans are deep within his throat. Eventually his dick is out of his pants and s/o is sucking on it. Those groans are eventually coming out and slowly are turning into moans. But when it’s finally time to put himself inside of them. Whether that be from in front or behind. I LAUGH AT THAT SENTENCE NOOO. He stops which makes his s/o question his actions. That's when Shoto decides it finally time to let his s/o know. “S/o I need to inform you something” Shoto now is really not the time to be formal, I mean come on you s/o is naked in front of you and is ready to take you in, but still his s/o listens. S/o nods their head letting Shoto know that he an continue. “I’m, I am...I am a virgin” His breath was shaky. Heck I would to, and I know some of you guys would too with yall virgin asses, its okay I’m a virgin too, we Virgin Mary up in this house. AJDJD I’ll stop.

But luckily for him his s/o understands. They were just like this before. So instead of being disgusted or angry that he didn’t tell them earlier, they instead grab his face and give his a soft and passionate kiss. They tell him that it’s okay and if they don’t want to this then it is okay. But Todoroki being the Todoroki he is. Can we all agree that the Todoroki’s have a breeding kink. I mean their father is Endeavour the No.1 Hero. They have to have that kink. Anyways. He tells them he wants to continue and he also tells them that the only person he would let take his virginity away is his s/o. Instead of the full on smut like most fics have this night is just filled with lovemaking and praises. And yes the two moves to the bed to make this nigh memorable.

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

THIS SWEET ANGEL DESERVES THE WORLD. He is a virgin like Todoroki, but unlike Todoroki, he has touched himself and as seen porn, like most virgins have, it’s a virgin thing I’m pretty sure. So he has experience in somethings. But not when it comes to pleasing someone. Out of all the ways he could have met his s/o this one is by far the funniest. You see this s/o is very cheeky and being n the support department of U.A. this s/o was best friends with Mei and would work together to work on the students costume. But when the s/o heard to Kirishima wanting some improvements, they did not hesitate to inform him that they could do it. Yeah this s/o was slightly greatly turned on by his quirk, the literal name is hardening like ;-;

So of course s/o made Kirishima use his quirk to see what they could make for his quirk. They would never admit it but technically they didn't need him to use his quirk, they just wanted to see it up close. Well months past by and the two are dating but unlike Todoroki or Bakugo, they immediately are into sex. Yeah it’s always the sweet angels and the quiet ones that are the dirtiest. So when the time comes up to insert himself into his s/o IDK WHY THIS MAKES ME CACKLE. CHILE ANYWAYS. He tells them before things get out of hand. “So you’re a virgin huh?” S/o asked, Eijiro nodded at their question. His s/o sits up and places many kisses on his face which makes him laugh. “Look I’m not a virgin but if you want and I can be the one to take yours away? Is that alright angel” Kirishima literally melts at that nickname, but he is quick to nod. Yeah he wanted them to take away is virginity because he knew he wanted them for life. And lets just saw after the first round Dom Kirishima came into play and it was the best sex his s/o has every had. ELIZABETH’S RANTS:BEEP BEEP. Sorry that Kirishima’s wasn’t as long as the others, I am sick and my head is starting to hurt but yeah thank you for requesting this. It was fun. Also if there are any typos I am sorry but I don’t feel like going over this and checking. Also if you saw me thirsting over Todoroki then no you didn’t.

P.S. HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY TO MY FAVORTIE ZADDY, SHOTA AIZAWA.I was busy that day and was also sick so I couldn’t say anything. Anyways have a nice day demon children

#marsandsaturn©️#character x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #todoroki fluff #mha todoroki #todoroki smut #kirishima eijirou #mha smut #mha fluff #my hero academia #bnha #✨marsandsaturn’s masterlist

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bb-tings · 4 years

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One Night With The Devil

reader x rafe x a hint of barry

request: your masterlist tags said to send some barry requests, so, if you feel comfortable, what if you were rafe's girlfriend and he couldn't pay him the money he owed for drugs so instead they made a deal together where barry could have his way with you for a night as a way of rafe paying off his debt?

(fyi, just in case you didn’t see it the first time: I COMPLETELY CHANGED THE POT FROM THE TEASER {but the barry part comes in part 2})

summary: In which Barry would do anything to get the girl back. Screwing Rafe over in the process, well that’s just the icing.

(part one is basically just barry & y/n hurting rafe’s feelings)

warnings: LOTS of cussing, lots of yelling, lots of anger, lots of talk about sex but no sex (yet)

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taglist requests are open 😊

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She watched the sweat roll down his face, knowing that the sun’s rays weren’t the only reason for the salty perspiration. Rafe wrung his hands together, his shoulders rigid as he spoke with Barry. She didn’t need to hear the conversation to know that neither boy was happy about the situation, however, they showed very different emotions. Barry looked fed up with the rich boy, not wanting to hear another lame excuse as to why he, once again, didn’t have the money he owed. Even though the Cameron boy was much taller than the dealer, he couldn’t help but be afraid of the dealer. He had been threatened with his life and the very few things that he cherished, but he still somehow found the bravery every week to show up at Barry’s place with empty hands.

Y/n was well aware of Rafe's unhealthy habits, but after many, many attempts at trying to get him to stop or get help, it only resulted in yelling matches and tears. She was also well aware of the fact that she could do a lot better. Y/n had somehow always found herself involved with the wrong types of boys. From rich, stuck-up, coke-addicted, college dropouts to surfing, adventure chasing, daddy issues having, stoners to criminal, shotgun carrying, ex (most likely dishonorable) military, drug dealers. But that was just a few vague types. Guess Maybank and her current beau weren’t the only ones with daddy issues. At least she was happy in ⅔ of those relationships.

Barry’s eyes moved to the young girl hiding behind the open door, biting his lip when she crossed her arms over her exposed chest in the low cut crop top, not realizing that it only made the skin more visible and teasing to his eye.

“Damn, how the hell did you score that? Cause I’m picturing a few ways you could repay me.”

Rafe looked up to Barry, confusion written on his face. He stood up straight and followed Barry’s eyes, watching his girlfriend stepping out from behind the door and closing it. Rafe took notice of how she seemed to be captivated by Barry's stare, neither being able to look away.

“Nah, man, she’s off-limits.” Hearing this made Barry laugh, knowing at one point in his life, he two could have muttered those same words about the same girl.

He wished he could tell him the truth, the truth that Rafe has no idea about. The truth that lived before Barry himself even met Rafe, before he lost the girl. That girl was his, and he’ll be damned if he isn’t gonna get her again before the drugs get to him.

“Boy, when you gon’ get it. Ain’t none-a’ yo’ shit off-limits to me. As long as you owe me, yo’ shit, is my shit. But, ya’ know what, I've decided that I don't want yo' money anymore,” the boy looked over to where the young girl was still standing with a smirk on his lips. “I want something a little more personal to you."

“You’re joking, right? Like you can’t be serious-”

“Why cain’t I be?” This time Barry got right in Rafe’s face, invading his personal space, at least what was left of it.

“B-Because she’s- she’s a-”

“Because she’s what? A virgin? You one dumb mother fucker, Cameron. You know that? Look, we both know that ain’t true. I know she’s a freak, and I know that she didn’t make you wait that long. She wanted it just as bad as you, didn’t she?” When Barry’s statements were met with silence, he continued.

“I told you. I run this shit, Cameron. Nothing happens on this island that I don’t know about. Not one girl that you get, hasn’t been through me yet, Country club. So you either tuck tail and go beg daddy for some big cash, or you tell yo’ sweetie over there to open up. Either way, you best get rid of that pride until I’m satisfied.”

At that moment, Rafe weighed his options. He thought about how he could come clean to his dad, tell him about all the shit he had gotten himself into over the last two summers. How he started to sell things around the house to support his addiction, how he was the reason 2 out of 6 of his dad’s priceless watches somehow came up missing. He thought about how he could tell his girlfriend that she had to give it up to his drug dealer for him to drop his dues. He could only imagine how that would go over. But he was angry now. What the fuck was Barry talking about? What had Y/n not told him?

“You want me to WHAT?!”

It had been a couple of hours since they were parked outside of the infamous trailer. Rafe had tried to wait it out as long as possible before telling her about the deal, but it was getting late and he knew that it was now or never.

“Trust me this is the last thing I want you to do. But-”

“Then why the fuck are you asking me to do it.” Y/n stood in his room with her fingertips on her temples. She couldn’t comprehend what was going on. Y/n watched Rafe smoke his joint while he sat against his headboard. Standing at the end of the bed, watching Rafe tilt his head back and drop it against the wall. She let the thoughts run through her head, all the questions she had. Running, chasing. Why did she let herself get here? Did she sleepwalk her entire relationship? What had she done to make the boy think he had some type of control or say so over her? “What the fuck is wrong with you, Rafe?”

“What’s wrong with me? How about how you? What’s going on with you and my drug dealer? Huh? You’re a liar!” Y/n couldn’t believe her ears. The things coming out of his mouth had her stumped.

“What the actual fuck are you talking about? First of all, I have been nothing but faithful to you, Cameron! And we both know you can’t say the same about yourself. Second of all, my relationship- my past relationship with Barry, is none of your damn business. We’ve had our troubles, but don’t you dare call me a liar, because I have ever only been honest with you. “

“If you’re so fucking honest then why didn’t you tell me that there was even a relationship. Do you know how fucking humiliating it is to have your drug dealer threaten your life and then in the same sentence tell you that he’s fucked your girlfriend before you even met? Because you didn’t tell me-”

“BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED! I’m so sorry that it’s hard for you to hear about all the guys on this island that fucked me before you did, but I’m not sorry for doing it. I’m sorry your pride doesn’t allow you to pull your head out of your ass and see that we’ve both been in other relationships before us. I don’t know what you want me to do, Rafe. What? You want me to list them? Is that what you want? Just in case you ever come in contact with one of them and they tell you about our past. Yeah, Barry was my boyfriend at one point. We’ve fucked multiple times. Wanna know who else? The Maybank kid you hate so damn much, fucked him too, more than once. I sucked Kelce off during my freshman year in the boy’s bathroom. Made out with Topper lord knows how many times. I’ve even hooked up with Kie. In your house, in your sister’s bed. So many people other than you have touched my body. That’s something you’re just gonna have to live with. Because I like sex, Rafe. A lot.”

Y/n wanted to make him angry. She wanted to see the blood rushing to his head, the veins in his arms getting tight. Wanted him to feel the anger, the same anger rushing through her. The same anger that had her ready to walk away. “Let’s not forget the time your father was willing to risk it all for me.”

“Shut up.” Rafe had traded his spot on the bed for the corner of his room. He was facing the wall with his head in his hands. Palm pressed into his ears. Y/n loved that the 6‘2, almost grown, boy looked like a kid throwing a tantrum. But she wasn’t done.

“What is that hard to hear? Does it hurt that the man you hate the most, the man who looks at you, his own son, with such hatred, almost fucked an underage girl?”

Rafe was fuming at this point. Eyes squeezed shut, teeth barring down. He was in a hunched position as if the lower he got would allow the words to feel further away.

“I bet it sucks to know that the first time you introduced me to your family. Your friends. That we all had you fooled. Looking at each other, shaking hands as if none of us had never met before. I bet it makes you feel like less of a man, right? Silent whispers with our eyes, sharing secrets we each shared. Making a pact with our glances and our body language. You’re not the man anymore, are you rafe? I wish I had let Mr. Cameron touch me. Ward Cameron’s hands running all over my-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Rafe had snapped. Listening to her words. Hearing the details, it messed with his head. Fucked up his version of the last year. Before he could stop himself, he crossed the room and his hand was wrapped around her throat. He loved her and his body knew it. His grip wasn’t too tight. Nothing he hadn’t done to her before, but now it was different.

“Get your fucking hands off me.” Y/n lifted her hands and shoved Rafe’s shoulders away from her. When she looked back up at the boy she saw them. The tears. He had the nerve to cry, after everything he had put her through. The drugs, the abuse, the yelling, fighting, sex, lying, cheating. If she could deal with all of his bullshit without breaking down and losing her mind, then he had no fucking right to.

“I’m so done. I’m so over letting you run over me, controlling me. Thinking that you own me. Thinking you have the right to whore me out to save yourself. As if I’m some fucking toy. I’m a fucking human being, Rafe. And I’m done. We’re done. It’s over.”

Rafe stood there, hopelessly watching, as the girl he didn’t know how to love but wanted to so bad, came to her senses and left. Feet planted, tears rolling. They had met his lips now and he could taste the salt. He watched as she packed all her shit up. She was good at remembering where all her leftover shit had been stored and it took her all of 5 minutes to pack it all up.

When she opened his bedroom door and stepped out, she saw Sarah waiting on the steps with a couple of bathing suits in her hands. Y/n knew by the smirk on the girl’s face that she had heard everything, or at least the worst parts. Sarah stood up and leaned on the stair railing, handing the pastel-colored clothing down to the frustrated girl.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah laughed at the girl’s cringing, scrunched up face. She waved her hand and smiled down at her.

“It’s fine. Unlike some people, I know Topper had a life before me. But that Kie situation, something about my bed. Yeah, I’m gonna need you to elaborate on that one.” Y/n let out a small genuine laugh. She sympathetically smiled at the younger Cameron.

“That’s not what I was apologizing for.” Y/n looked shamefully towards the ground, feeling bad for what the girl had to hear about her family. She looked back up towards the staircase when she heard a sigh leave her lips.

“I’ve known that my dad has issues since I was pretty young. Honestly, I’m just glad that Wheezie and I weren’t the ones who got the fucked up genes. Especially me, I feel like Wheezie could hold her own, ya’ know?” At this Y/n chuckled and then reached for Sarah’s hand.

“Yeah, but if anyone’s holding their own, it’s definitely you, babe.”

“Love you, be safe,” Sarah watched as one of her closest friends started walking backwards towards her front door.

“Will do. Love you too.”

With that Y/n let herself step outside of the house and into the outside world. Before she walked to her car, she let herself look around the yard. She wanted to take it in, all the memories. Good, bad. As much as she hated that she had let him put her through shit, she didn’t want to regret anything. She wanted to believe that it was something that she would one day look back on and smile. Smile at the thought of whatever she had learned, smile at whatever life experience she could apply the knowledge to. The young girl was done with letting Rafe damage her view on things. She wasn’t gonna let him hurt her anymore. Mentally, emotionally or physically. She was done.

So as Y/n slid into the driver’s seat of her car and drove her way out of the Tannyhill yard, she allowed herself to hum along to the song playing on her radio. But when she reached the main road and her fingers unconsciously pushed the bar protruding from her steering wheel up, her eyes caught the green arrow on her dash pointing to the right.

Y/n turned her head towards the same direction and looked at the many houses that she knew people didn’t deserve. She knew that half the people in Figure 8 didn’t deserve half the things that they owned. They were stuck up, rich white people (most of them anyway) that didn’t give a shit about anybody but themselves. So instead of turning right, towards her own medium-sized home, with her warm bed, where her family was waiting. She turned left.

Towards the cut.

TO BE CONTINUED...

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stillpartofthisworld · 3 years

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Juno Steel and the Deal with The Devil-NanoWrimo 11/02

Juno knows this is a bad idea.

He's standing in his kitchen, staring at the countertop. It's a nice countertop-a lovely granite that matches the cupboards. Shame that he got blood all over it.

The blood in question isn't his, for once. It's goat's blood, fresh out of the bag from a butcher across the street. He'd put it in a bowl, and then used one of Benten's old watercolor brushes to draw the appropriate sigils across the surface. The summoning circle he'd drawn looked perfect, mirroring the one he'd seen online.

Now he had to hope that the rest of the plan went as smoothly.

He lights the five candles at the edges and pulls out his phone. He's only a little buzzed tonight, so he can make out the words on his screen easily. They were in Latin, sure, but Sasha had taken Latin in highschool and had forced him and Mick to help her memorize verbs, so it can't be that different.

He sucks in a breath, and begins to chant.

20 minutes and 2 cans of beer later, and Juno feels like an idiot. Of course the stupid, stupid summoning circle didn't work. Why the hell should it? It's not like demons actually exist, and even if they did, why would the come at the beck and call of a Reddit post?

"Fuck," he mutters, and lurches out of the couch. He needs to clean the kitchen before Rita comes to see him tomorrow. Can't have her seeing his slow descent into madness, especially not after-

He hears a knock on the door.

Juno moves towards it. He thinks he might have ordered a pizza when he got home, but the amount of drinks between got home and now are enough to make him uncertain. He fumbles for the lock, and only remembers to check the peephole after the door is swinging open.

The man in front of Juno's door is tall, pale, and most importantly, handsome. He's dressed in a tailored suit, all black save for the blood red cufflinks on both wrists. His silver cross earrings sway in the breeze, glinting as they reflect the streetlights. His face is all angles; sharp cheekbones, slanted eyes and a cocked smile, his lips pulled back far enough to reveal wickedly pointed canines. It's enough to make Juno want to touch him and make sure he's real, that beauty like that could be tangible.

Instead he settles on clearing his throat. "Who are you?" He asks gruffly, and somehow the strangers' smile just gets wider. "I'm not sure what you mean, Juno," he says, and even his voice sounds beautiful, smooth and sauve like liquid mercury. "After all, you're the one who called me."

Juno freezes. Then:

"What."

The man points a long, manicured finger into Juno's apartment, where the kitchen is. Where the summoning circle.

Well, shit.

"What, you mean, you're...the...demon?"

The alleged demon chuckles at his incredulous tone. "What else would I be, dear? It's not everyday random men show up at your doorstep."

"You'd be surprised." the rebuttal comes automatically, and just serves to streach the man's grin even wider. "Aren't demons supposed to show up in the summoning circle? And be all fire and brimstone?"

"Is that what people are saying nowadays?" The stranger sighs, shaking his head. He leans on the door frame, using his height to let his gaze rove lazily across Juno's body. "The summoning circle isn't meant to trap us, dear. It's more of a...calling card. I show up how I like. And as for the 'fire and brimstone', well-" He snaps his fingers, and suddenly there is a small blue flame in between his thumb and index finger. "I could certainly show you," he continues smoothly, "But I assumed that your furniture might be flammable."

What had he gotten himself into?

"Oh, nothing that thousands of other humans haven't gotten themselves into before," the demon replies, and Juno realizes he's been talking out loud. "Might I come in?"

Still reellng, Juno moves out of the way to let the man in. He looks around the space curiously. It's a nice place; Rita was the one who'd shown him the listing, and Benten was the one who'd bought all the furniture. It still felt like it wasn't his apartment at times, like he was the one dirty thing in this clean, crisp home.

The demon, however, fit perfectly into the room. He sits down on the couch, crossing his legs and gingerly placing an empty beer can on the coffee table. "Can I get you something to drink?" Juno asks, and the demon waves him away. "I'm quite alright for now, thank you. Let's get down to business, shall we?" He spreads his hands in front of him dramatically. Sighing, Juno takes a seat opposite of the demon.

"I have to say, I am curious," The demon cups his chin with both his hands. "Why did you summon me, Juno Steel?"

"Well...you know, thinking back on it, it wasn't such good idea." Juno scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "I was sad, and drunk, and honestly I didn't even think it was going to work!"

"Most people don't-"

"And it's not like I have to show up with you tomorrow," He says, getting angry at himself. "I can go with Rita and Ben and just stick to the back of the reception. Drink all I want and get driven home. But it was just...the pictures and the updates and the register- God that fucking register-"

"I'm not sure I follow-"

"So I just had to pretend that I got over him! Putting down a plus one and writing "significant other" like a fucking dumbass. Stupid Juno, stupid-"

"Can you please explain-"

"I need a date for my ex's wedding."

The demon looks at him and blinks once, twice, before- "I beg your pardon?"

Juno pauses, unsure. "You...know what a wedding is, right?"

"Of course I know what a wedding is," the demon snaps, and Juno swears that for a second his dark eyes glow blue. "But is that the only reason you called a demon? To spite an old partner?"

"He was my ex-fiance, if that adds anything." His tone is flat and unbothered; he'd been practicing. "Found out he was cheating on me a week before the wedding, too, the bastard."

The demon looks at him in shock, then with something akin to sympathy. "That...makes a lot more sense."

"Yeah, yeah, so now he's marrying the same asshole who he left me for and had the nerve to invite me, so excuse me for not wanting to look like I'm still pining for him." Juno looks away from the demon in front of him. God, he needed a drink. Hell, he needed a liquor store.

"And...might I ask why you simply didn't...look for a human to go with?" The demon inquires softly, still staring at him. "Go on one of those those...blind dates?" Juno's head snaps back to look at him incredulously. "Have you seen this, buddy?" Juno gestures to his face; the scars around his eyepatch, and the very visibly sunken skin under it. "Ain't no one swiping right on this."

"I think you're quite handsome, actually. In a rugged way." The demon says quietly, and Juno has to laugh. "You're a natural at this boyfriend thing, bud. I almost believed you."

Before he can speak again, Juno cuts in. "Anyway, what's the payment for this again? You want my soul or something?"

"Oh, nothing so barbaric," the demon waves a hand. "We haven't asked for souls for a long time; they don't keep as well as they used to."

Juno decides not to ask about that.

"Rather, we trade in favours," his smile is back, his tone all milk and honey. "I do something for you, you do something for me, and everyone's happy."

"Uh-huh.” Like he was about to buy that. "What do you usually ask for?"

"Why ruin the surprise?" His canines peek out again, and Juno briefly wonders how the demon never manages to cut himself on his own smile. "I try not to ask for the same things twice; gets awfully boring when you do. It doesn't have to be right away, either; I could ask you years down the line instead."

Juno scowls at that. "I like my consequences to be punctual, actually."

"Good thing I'm the one planning the consequence then, hmm?" The man laughs lightly. "For now, dear, all I need is to officially seal our deal." He stands from the sofa, towering over Juno. "I am bound to your service for as long as you require me," he says, bowing slightly. "All I ask is that you give me a name."

"What do you need a name for?"

The demon shrugs. "It's a way of sealing the contract. The old way demanded that we spill the blood of a virgin, if you would prefer." He looks up from his bow, one eyebrow raised. "I'm sure you don't meet the criteria for that, but if you want we could-"

"Fine, fine!" Juno nearly shouts, willing his blood to not enter his cheeks. "You want a name that badly? Why don't you pick one?"

The demon straightens. "Well, I suppose I could think of a few names that might fit..." He taps a long finger to his chin thoughtfully. "How about...Rex Glass? That sounds exciting, doesn't it-"

"Nope. Too weird."

The demon looks at him, shocked. "Too weird?" He chokes out. "Well, I never-"

"Picked a good name before? Clearly. Try again."

The demon sighs. "Well, if you insist. How about... Perseus Shah?"

"Nope."

"Duke Rose?"

"Sounds like someone I'd want to shoot, next."

"How about a Monsieur Dauphin? A little mystery-"

"Is going to get both of us killed, try again."

"Christopher Morales?"

"Well now you just went too plain."

"You're impossible to please, did you know that?"

"So I've been told."

The demon huffs. "Well, then, how about..." His face goes thoughtful for a moment, then nostalgic, then something else altogether that Juno can't quite place. He stays like that for a moment, all softness and memory, before suddenly switching back to a rogueish grin. "I've got one. Peter... Nureyev."

He looks so pleased with himself, it takes all of Juno's willpower to not shoot it down. Because it's actually a good name. Peter Nureyev seems to fit this demon well.

"Nureyev it is, then."

And they shake on it.

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solynaceawrites · 4 years

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The ABCs of Demonology [5]: Experience

Fandom: Devil May Cry Characters: Dante, fem!Reader Tags: NSFW Alphabet, Drabble Collection, Smut, Fluff, Established Relationship, Aftercare Chapters: 5/26 Summary: A series of drabbles based on the-coldest-goodbye’s NSFW Alphabet template. Each drabble has a different theme, but all of them star Dante Sparda.

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If you’ve got one complaint about your life with Dante, it’s the hovering almost that thickens the air between you whenever a touch lingers or a kiss gets heated. Despite all of his rough edges, he’s a gentleman through and through in matters of romance—or at least as much of one as he knows how to be, making sure to offer you the last slice of pizza or buying the beers he knows you like. It’s the little things, really, that make you feel like you could stay with him forever, which is why this one big thing has you twisted in knots. To put it simply, you’re more than ready to have sex with him.

He, on the other hand, seems bound and determined to miss all of your hints.

You’ve tried the subtle and not-so-subtle suggestions. Offering an intimate massage that put him right to sleep. A candlelit dinner. Lingerie. Hell, you even went out and got everything waxed and made a show of having him feel how soft and smooth your legs were while wearing a pair of shorts that nearly flashed him when you bent over, and he’d grinned and said they were soft as silk and then gone off to see about dinner. You’re not sure if it’s something about you or just his own personal hang-ups keeping his dick securely in his tight leather pants, or if he’s just so dense that he doesn’t realize.

Either way, it’s wreaking havoc on your libido and your self-esteem, so you decide to bite the bullet and just ask upfront. No more beating around the bush. “Dante,” you call from the couch. He lifts the latest issue of Gun Time from his face to peer at you, a brow raised, and you sit up from your sprawl. “Do you want to have sex with me?”

His eyes get so comically wide and his face so bright red that you wonder if he’s about to have a stroke. “Uh . . . I, uh . . . You . . .”

Or maybe he’s just short-circuiting.

“You. Me. Sex.” You point to him, and then yourself. “Do you want to?”

“I mean, uh . . .” He swallows and clears his throat. “I’ve thought about it. Just, uh . . . Never seemed like a good time to bring it up.”

At that, you snort. “Even when I was parading around in black lace?”

“I thought you were just hot.”

“The massage?”

“A nice gift?”

“Dante,” you say, half-laughing and half-exasperated, “I was dropping hints. You know, that I wanted you to bend me over the desk?”

“Sorry, babe, I guess I missed ‘em.” He does look apologetic, which makes you wonder if there’s more to this than what he’s letting on. Curious now, you stand and make your way to him, and he wraps an arm around your waist when you settle into his lap, and he won’t meet your eyes. His cheeks are still flushed pink as he mumbles, “Never really had anyone try before.”

You blink at that. “Never had anyone try to sleep with you?”

“. . . Yeah.”

Well, that’s a surprise. A guy as handsome as he is, you’d figured he’d had more than his fair share of partners. Then again, demon hunting isn’t exactly a gig made for any sort of relationship, especially when you’ve got as many walls as Dante does; hell, getting him to date you had been like pulling teeth. “So, and please don’t take this the wrong way, you’re a virgin?”

Dante huffs and buries his face in the crook of your neck, making his reply nearly inaudible. “Yeah.”

“I see.” You mull over that for a moment, the carefully nudge his face up to yours. “You want to do this, or do you want to wait a while longer? I’m good either way,” you add when his brows furrow, getting that crease between them that you always want to kiss, “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

“It ain’t me I’m worried about.” You tilt your head, and he sighs. “You know, uh . . . . a quick trigger, so to speak. Pretty sure that’s what’ll happen if we do this.”

With a smile, you lean forward to press your lips to his. It’s one of the things you love about Dante: no matter what the two of you are doing, he’s always worried about you and your happiness, and beneath the warmth that his concern causes is a thrill at being able to show him exactly what you like. His mouth is pliant under yours, opening easily, and he groans when you coax his tongue into your mouth to suck on it, his hands sliding to grab your hips. You kiss him until he’s breathless and panting into your mouth, then you draw back and play with the ends of his hair. “I’ll teach you.”

Dante considers that before he nods with a faintly there grin. “Alright. Who am I to say no to such a pretty lady?”

That makes you giggle, and you reach down to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it over your head. Given that you had no plans to do anything today, you’re not wearing a bra beneath, and Dante’s eyes immediately fix on your chest, his lips parting as his pupils go wide. “These aren’t just nice to look at,” you tell him. You cup your breasts in your palms, squeezing them gently, and his gaze is so intent as he memorizes how you’re doing it that it makes your heart melt. “Sensitivity varies by size, but a firm touch, especially here,” you caress your nipples with your thumbs, “will make anyone happy.”

He glances at you before reaching up to touch you, and you place your own hands on his forearms, stroking him reassuringly. Dante copies your actions, kneading your flesh before teasing your nipples with slow strokes and the occasional careful pinch, and you hum and close your eyes, more than content to allow him to do as he pleases. Each touch sends a pleasant little jolt down your spine; you’re so lulled by them that you fail to notice when he leans forward until his lips seal around one of the buds, and his first, tentative suckle has a gasp leaving your throat. “That’s it, baby,” you whisper.

Now that he’s got your approval, he works your body feverishly. What he lacks in experience, he more than makes up for with his enthusiasm, and it’s not long before your clit is throbbing and your panties are soaked. It’s a bit of a struggle to get your shorts off, but he helps by lifting you to his desk and pulling them down your legs, which he stands between as he leans down to kiss you. “Bent over the desk, huh?” he teases.

“Close enough,” you agree.

You take one of his hands and guide it down to your weeping sex. His eyes narrow when he touches your heated flesh, a hiss escaping him, and as he presses a finger into your opening, you reach down to unfasten his belt and trousers, your mouth watering when you finally grasp his cock. “Big boy,” you murmur. And it’s true; Dante’s not only long, but thick, and the thought of having that girth stretching you has you arching into him. With a grunt, he braces a hand next to your head, the other helping you line him up. He lets out a shaking breath when the head of him nudges into you, and you cup his face to pull him down into a kiss, slowly urging him on with gentle rolls of your hips. With every inch that sinks into your sex, both of you moan. You’re so full by the time his hips are flush to yours that you can barely breathe, let alone think, and he must feel the same, because his chest heaves as he pants against your mouth.

“Babe,” he groans, “I gotta . . .”

“Please,” you breathe.

He thrusts slowly, never drawing more than halfway out, and you can see the strain in the tightness of his shoulders beneath his shirt. “Like this,” you say quietly, and you hook a leg around his hips, using it to both encourage him and to shift the angle so the stretch is more pleasant and his cock rubs against a spot that has you seeing stars. He follows immediately, working his hips slow and deep, and even if you don’t wind up finishing too, it’s going to be worth it for the sight of him: face screwed up in pleasure and concentration, his mouth open as he pants and groans, sweat beading on his brow.

The only warning you get before it’s over is a hitch to his breathing. Then his teeth sink into your shoulder as his hips jerk between your thighs, liquid heat filling you and making his movements silky. You cradle his head, running your fingers through his scalp; despite the faint stab of disappointment that it’s done so soon, there’s an undeniable satisfaction at the seed that drips between your thighs when he pulls out, in having him come apart so fervently thanks to you.

“‘M sorry,” Dante mumbles. He kisses the mark on your shoulder, his weight all but smothering you.

Not that you mind. “You can make it up to me,” you tease gently. “Just let me shower first. I don’t think you’d enjoy the taste of yourself too much.”

He stiffens and you think you’ve said the wrong then. But his eyes are blazing when he lifts his head to look at you, a red shine over his pupils that has excitement thrumming through you. “Don’t care,” he rumbles. “Just tell me what to do.”

And you do.

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dreamersmemes · 3 years

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jessie reyez ‘before love came to kill us’ sentences

feel free to change pronouns & things ! DO YOU LOVE HER

‘ i should’ve fucked your friends ’ ‘ it would’ve been the best revenge ’ ‘ i’m trying to heal but it’s a process ’ ‘ there’s a stranger where my heart is ’ ‘ i’m sick with feeling like i deserved better ’ ‘ you’re sick for everything you did to me ’ ‘ it was a setup ’ ‘ if i blow your brains out, i could guarantee that you’ll forget her ’ ‘ i could kiss it better ’ ‘ kiss me ’ ‘ i’m the monster that you made ’ ‘ kiss me, i’m the monster that you made ’ ‘ you made me ’ ‘ now i’m just like you ’ ‘ don’t complain ’ ‘ i do the things you like hoping you’d stay ’ ‘ you don’t want me unless i’m someone else’s ’ ‘ you don’t even know you’re being selfish ’ ‘ that’s when you get off and you can’t help it ’ ‘ all your bullets, they feel like velvet ’ ‘ i let you do it ’ ‘ i loved you too much ’ ‘ your dead to me ’

DEAF ( who are you )

‘ what the fuck’s a day off? ’ ‘ i don’t love ya ’ ‘ go get your bitch ’ ‘ she’s all on my dick ’ ‘ i am the one that got you in love ’ ‘ i heard you got a lot to say ’ ‘ i ain’t a killer, i’ll let you breathe ’ ‘ oh, now you don’t recognise my face? ’ ‘ i never listen ’ ‘ who are you? ’ ‘ if i’m sipping jameson, i don’t answer ’ ‘ i’m taking everything i came for ’ ‘ i ain’t fucking asking ’ ‘ who are you, bitch? ’

INTRUDERS

‘ this is mine from now on ’ ‘ when i see intruders, i load up my weapons ’ ‘ you’re beautiful ’ ‘ i see them stare ’ ‘ you belong to me ’ ‘ i’d kill all intruders ’ ‘ my love is ruthless ’ ‘ you are my kingdom ’ ' heads on a stake of people that failed ’ ‘ don’t you come in ’ ‘ this is my land ’ ‘ please, no intruders ’

COFFIN

‘ we fought until the sun rose ’ ‘ i still ain’t been to bed ’ ‘ the devil wakes up in my head ’ ‘ he told me that you hate me and you blame me ’ ‘ you hate me and you blame me ’ ‘ you said that you wish that you were dead ’ ‘ you make me wanna jump off a roof ’ ‘ i love you to death ’ ‘ i love you to death, just like a fool ’ ‘ i walk up to the edge and say a prayer before i let go ’ ‘ you get there just in time to save me and apologise ’ ‘ maybe we can go back to bed ’ ‘ i had to watch you jump off the roof ’ ‘ maybe buddha’s got it right? we reincarnate every time ’ ‘ i’ll find you in another life ’ ‘ i don’t really wanna fight ’ ‘ i just wanna spend the night ’ ‘ hit me in the eye, bit me on the thigh, then began to cry ’ ‘ i’m at the end of my wits. let’s end this ’ ‘ pledge your loyalty, treat me like a king ’ ‘ no matter how mad i get, i’m mad about you ’ ‘ i know we’ve had our challenges, still i keep trying to salvage it ’ ‘ bet you think i’m fucking around on you ’ ‘ it never changes, i doubt if it will ’ ‘ cheat on me then say “how does it feel?” ‘ ‘ how could you? ’ ‘ i almost had a child with you ’ ‘ i’ll put you in the ground ’ ‘ you’re just trying to pull me down with you ’ ‘ if you jump, i’m jumping with you ’ ‘ neither one of us having nothing to lose but each other ’

ANKLES

‘ we fight just to fuck just to fight again ’ ‘ i never thought you’d leave me ’ ‘ i doubt you’ll ever find anyone ’ ‘ these bitches can’t measure up ’ ‘ you apologise, but your twitter says ‘no regrets’ ’ ‘ i’d kill for a mute button in my head ’ ‘ i’m tired of pretending like i was the guilty one ’ ‘ you’re shallow ’ ‘ why’s it always me that’s gotta feel bad? ’ ‘ you left me in a heartbeat ’ ‘ it will never go back to the way it was ’ ‘ she’s not on my level, you could’ve done better ’ ‘ you make me sick ’ ‘ i’m back on my shit ’ ‘ she doesn’t ride like i used to ride it ’ ‘ i doubt you’ll find anyone to measure up to me ’

IMPORTED

‘ my bank account is looking mighty fine ’ ‘ we can skip the wine and dine, go straight to the wind and grind ’ ‘ wanna cum? i can make it happen ’ ‘ you can be my biggest secret ’ ‘ you’re gonna have to leave him ’ ‘ you’re in love with somebody else ’ ‘ maybe i could offer some help? ’ ‘ get over them by getting under me ’ ‘ you might o.d if you get too much of me ’ ‘ my name is not important ’ ‘ i’m not from here ’ ‘ i drink liquor like it’s water ’ ‘ what happened here ain’t nothing sacred ’ ‘ that got me fucked up ’ ‘ i know that dude just saw me naked ’ ‘ fake it ‘til you make it ’

SAME SIDE

‘ how come i can’t leave you? ’ ‘ i feel like i am tied down to someone who’s making me cry more than making me smile ’ ‘ i don’t want you. i hate you, i think. but i don’t wanna be alone either ’ ‘ you’re such an asshole, but i see a prince ’ ‘ i’m a good girl, but you see a bitch ’ ‘ i wanna make love, you wanna burn a bridge ’ ‘ i wish i was a bad guy ’ ‘ we could be fighting on the same side ’ ‘ you said you would be out of my life ’ ‘ you used to be paradise ’ ‘ you used to be where i would go to hide from people who treat me how you treated me ’ ‘ i don’t believe you ’ ‘ sorry i’m not your ex ’ ‘ i’m sorry i’m lacking self-respect ’ ‘ should’ve left you when you started hopping beds ’ ‘ i’m sorry, i swear that i tried my best ’ ‘ can’t you be sorry instead? ’

ROOF

‘ it be skinny dudes packing those anacondas ’ ‘ i’m a fucking monster ’ ‘ everything i do hits the roof ’ ‘ i got nothing to lose ’ ‘ you lucky i don’t want your man ’ ‘ never really ever had a high like this ’

DOPE

‘ tell me do you need a teacher? ’ ‘ i know i got what you need ’ ‘ i know what you like ’ ‘ that shit dope ’ ‘ come here hot boy ’ ‘ it’s only bad if you get caught ’ ‘ pull that trigger ’ ‘ put that drink down ’

BEFORE LOVE CAME TO KILL US

‘ i love you in the worst way ’ ‘ you knock me down like a heavyweight ’ ‘ we fell in love ’ ‘ nobody gets out of love alive ’ ‘ we either break up or we say goodbye when we die ’ ‘ for a moment at least, i know you were mine ’ ‘ winter comes and roses don’t survive ’ ‘ it’s getting late and i should go ’ ‘ i wanna hold you ’ ‘ we’re not supposed to but i can’t learn my lesson ’ ‘ i miss when you were my best friend ’ ‘ i think about you everyday ’ ‘ life’s good and i’m getting paid ’ ‘ when i miss you i medicate ’

LOVE IN THE DARK

‘ we’re only humans, floating on a rock ’ ‘ i think you are made of stardust ’ ‘ you put up with so much ’ ‘ the sweetest goodbyes are never with smiles at all ’ ‘ our lives are running out ’ ‘ i’ll be there to pull you back up ’ ‘ i’m nothing without you ’ ‘ i won’t leave you alone ’ ‘ there’s love in the dark ’ ‘ i’d do anything to relive our memories ’ ‘ i thank god for everything that you showed me ’

I DO

‘ we let this castle fall down, what a tragedy ’ ‘ do i still live in your head? ’ ‘ do you still live with regrets? ’ ‘ because i do ’ ‘ i do ’ ‘ do you got something on your chest? ’ ‘ do you wish we weren’t finished yet? ’ ‘ come bring me all your sins ’ ‘ put a band-aid on the scars ’ ‘ would you give me your heart again? ’ ‘ if i could just see you. we don’t even have to talk ’ ‘ i’ll take an argument ’ ‘ all i want is a familiar face ’ ‘ i’d much rather hurt from familiar pain ’

FIGURES

‘ i gave you ride or die and you gave me games ’ ‘ i’m crying ‘cause you just won’t change ’ ‘ i gave it all and you gave me shit ’ ‘ i wish i could hurt you back ’ ‘ what would you do if you couldn’t get me back? ’ ‘ you’re the one who’s gonna lose something so special ’ ‘ tell me boy how in the fuck would you feel? ’ ‘ i’m the bad guy because i can’t learn to trust ’ ‘ you say sorry once and you think it’s enough ’ ‘ i got a lineup of girls and a lineup of guys begging for me just to give them a try ’ ‘ i’m willing to stay because i’m sick for your love ’

FAR AWAY II

‘ i think you’re the love of my life ’ ‘ i feel like i need you tonight beside me ’ ‘ i feel what you feel when you’re far away ’ ‘ i ran out of heart, don’t got feelings ’ ‘ you left your panties and bra right under my pillow ’ ‘ you gonna stay on me until i’m finished ’ ‘ your body won’t say stop ’ ‘ you feel it in your soul ’ ‘ i fuck with your vibe ’ ‘ i never meant to do you dirty or make you cry ’ ‘ you’re just my type ’ ‘ like the love of my life ’ ‘ i care about you so much it’s kinda scary ’ ‘ I’m happy that it’s happening ’ ‘ i just miss you ’

WORTH SAVING

‘ you’re trying to leave while you can ’ ‘ i might be worth saving ’ ‘ when you come back i might not be here waiting ’ ‘ didn’t you say that your mama liked me? ’ ‘ there ain’t gonna be one like me ’ ‘ don’t let me go too easy ’ ‘ i’m not the easiest ’ ‘ to be real i don’t blame you for leaving me ’ ‘ all my friends, they hate your guts ’ ‘ i’m here defending all you’ve done ’ ‘ i’m not the easiest, don’t even blame your dumbass for leaving me ’

SUGAR AT NIGHT

‘ i could blame your parents, but you’re grown now ’ ‘ a couple vodka’s and you lose all control ’ ‘ if it ain’t about you, you just peace and zone out ’ ‘ it’s such a joke to hope that you could just be normal ’ ‘ you’ll never make me a bride ’ ‘ you just give me fight scenes ’ ‘ you always take away my smile ’ ‘ you always fuck up my dreams ’ ‘ sometimes i wish that you’d never entered my life ’ ‘ you had a wild light ’ ‘ embarrassed when i had to call you my guy ’ ‘ you stole my good years ’ ‘ i could’ve dodged your cheating and some bad scars ’

NO ONE’S IN THE ROOM

‘ i’d go to church every sunday ’ ‘ teenage love still took my virgin skin ’ ‘ after my first time i cried ’ ‘ after my first time i cried because i thought heaven wouldn’t let me in ’ ‘ the priest has got a boyfriend ’ ‘ the teachers smoke weed after school ’ ‘ when you’re young they try to keep you in cages ’ ‘ most of them don’t follow their own rules ’ ‘ i need to talk to god there’s just some things that i don’t understand ’ ‘ who am i when no one’s in the room? ’ ‘ does the voice in my head that talks me off a ledge belong to me? ’ ‘ vices only pacify for the moment ’ ‘ vices that they made to hold our pain ’ ‘ spend your whole life being graded ’ ‘ you’re not enough ’

#ask meme #inbox meme #jessie reyez #lyric meme #rpc #sentence meme #*

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Season 5 Lucifer

welcome to my unsolicited thoughts about Season 5 of Lucifer.

as an avid and veteran series binger AND a talker-while-watching-a-movie-or-series-but-does-not-want-to-spoil-anything-for-my-friends type of person, i have finally dedicated a space and found a good way to let all my thoughts out as i watch a movie or series when i am alone when i can’t bother a lot of people because (1) they don’t want to be bothered and (2) i don’t want to spoil things for them.

so here are my thoughts, and of course, SPOILERS AHEAD.

BTW, i LOVED all of Lucifer! but this season was a slow burn for me.

ep1

drug scene at Lux; is Amenadiel mean now?

so is Lucifer himself in his own hell loop when he became the ruler of hell? his own guilt towards his father? idk (to be frank, i don’t remember the past episodes except for the fact that he is now back in hell)

the premise of the first episode is cute!

side note after the title card: i remember how much i loved the soundtrack for Lucifer!

Maze is still hot.

I love how Maze and Chloe’s relationship developed and how they don’t have to use words to communicate.

Amenadiel’s and the Psychologist’s house HAHAHAHA i love it.

is Charlie Jesus? His mom’s faith in front of Ella is like every mom plus every religious person ever haha

YES. ELLA. YOU. DESERVE. A. GOOD. GUY.

self-improvement is now a meme, huh?

Dan is me.

comment on drug scene: Amenadiel is still the same, haha!

Maze and the card, haha!

how was the guy in the mask face (did i just say mask face?) blurred but in the party, Los Angeles was in perfect accuracy. excuse me.

coming out of the dead: “oh sorry, that’s so gross!” LORDT HAHA

love you, Charlie! hope you don’t feel like you have to perform because your mom expects a lot from you and that’s so ironic because she’s a psychologist!

Dan’s speeches about parenting: i get it tho, parents try to love their child, sometimes, they just don’t know how

also, i think it’s the sister but Chloe’s just a softie

lol Maze is jealous that Chloe got to talk to Lucifer and trying to say that they don’t need Lucifer.

OOF MAZE.

i forgot about what happened with Eve.

GUYS THE MURDERER IS LITERALLY GOING TO ESCAPE.

the amount of projection as defense mechanism in this episode is too much it feels like it’s too on the nose.

but i do love the parallel between what’s happening on Earth and in hell.

the amount of layers in this question either it’s Lucifer’s or his or his sister’s (assuming it is his sister who was behind his murder)

ok apparently it’s not his sister.

me in law school:

sana all kaya kang mahalin na babalik from hell. kilig aq.

also, after all these years, Lucifer’s house has been so clean!!! wala man lang alikabok

if she’ll be fine without him then who tf is that?

ok i read the synopsis for the next couple of episodes. i don’t like spoilers. don’t make the same mistake.

ep2

i’m Ella when it comes to my friends’ special people HAHA

also, i love the slight lean to one side to show us that this is not the real Lucifer.

why does he have to be naked???

it’s so funny for me how they have to reestablish him. LUCIFER NEVER LIES HAHAHAHAHA yes we can remember now after you repeated it 3x.

ALSO WHY IS EVERYTHING TO ON THE NOSE. EVERY SECOND IS A METAPHOR FOR SOMETHING. was it always like this?

Oh Michael. Nice. Was he an archer? We love the American accent.

how can Amenadiel not know that was Michael? GANON KA IDENTICAL SIZ?

we love the unnecessary car chase just to reinstate the fact that this is a crime show

that slomo with the wings!!!

also everything is so slow with this show!!! idk why but everything feels just a little bit slower (or maybe i just want lucifer and chloe to be together? idk)

gwapo ni lucifer nung nagmomol sila ni Maze pls

cringe ng elevator scene

ykw. i think it’s because i like the lucifer character that’s why i’m impatient. he hasn’t been appearing the way i want him to.

see. you don’t have to remind me so much about the show because i know he was supposed to say “what is it that you truly desire” not fear. I FEEL LIKE THIS SEASON IS DUMBING THE PEOPLE WHO LOVED THE SHOW FOR SO LONG. okay sige.

either she knows it’s not him or SHE’S REALLY THAT NICE AND POWERFUL OF A HUMAN BEING.

oh i’ve been questioning whether they had sex already and this episode answered my question

CRINGE coffee scene: the spoon???

random question: are angels virgins? so is Michael a virgin?

what kind of a person would just go deep on someone else’s pocket just because they ran out of money?

knew it Maze won’t do Chloe dirty like that!

thanks Chloe. u know better than that. (full disclosure: I THOUGHT SHE WAS ACTING BADLY APPARENTLY A GOOD ACTOR CAN ACT BADLY TO PROVE A POINT?)

literally just liked it and now there’s a new secret that was said too soon.

God baka naman pwede mo ko gawing Chloe Decker char.

AH so interesting. Lucifer = Desire. Michael = Fear. Too on the nose again but that time, i needed the guidance because i am a dumbass.

God ain’t raising his children right!

ep3

yes explain everything to me it’s literally not like we have been binging this show for 2 hours straight

see, the Lucifer character is really endearing. i’m enjoying myself again hahaha. (well, i guess Lucifer when he’s with Chloe?)

can i just say that Tom Ellis was born for that role. he fits is so well that him acting as his own twin doesn’t sit well with me.

i just feel like this show was written by a psychologist who liked watching murder shows.

it’s Lucifer, Chloe!!! siya yon.

ep4

love Lucifer-Chloe tandem!

we love how the actors can sing and the show gives them a chance...

one thought: is everyone going to play a double of who they are?

also is Maze the daughter of Lucifer?

i love how they’re transcending mediums, reminds me of Community with their random episodes.

there you go, Chloe’s doing the double acting too.

Now it’s Linda. (so maybe this is the episode i was asking about earlier).

Now it’s Ella.

omg is this why i loved fleabag, it took forever for the Priest and Fleabag to finally do it? no. i just love the Priest.

Charlotte’s back! and the distance from the table shows how not okay they are. okay.

green screen while driving i love it.

now, Daniel!

we love gender fluidity? i guess. i’m not sure how you call it but i appreciate.

Lilith’s dress for the second song. OMG.

there again to make us dumb. after we just watched the whole thing happen, they retell the whole story again. damn. they think we dumb.

literally this season is making every girl kiss Chloe.

why did she blow the ring? was that her life?

what’s that song in the end?

OH that was the reason why she was retelling everything.

damn celestial beings are the worst parents.

ep5

i wanna be Dr. Linda Martin please.

i appreciate Lucifer wearing the bracelet until now. (but i expected nothing less)

i’ve always loved how people reacted to Amenadiel. he always seemed nerdy but these are times where he truly shine and im so happy.

i forgot. i think i was showering that time that Michael and Lucifer fought and theyre hella dumb. ok lets go toxic masculinity mixed with daddy issues.

i know they’re too on the nose ABOUT EVERYTHING but i do like the debate about free will and predestination

honestly i don’t know what’s Chloe’s issue is with being made by God probably just because i’m lazy and i just want to lay everything in His hands but coming from a very atheistic perspective where she comes from i kinda get it. i guess my only reasoning why i’m okay with God’s reason is with her is because of my fear of the unknown; my current fear with not knowing my true purpose. at least she got hers! what is she complaining about?

oh i get it now, but that’s why there’s free will Chloe (or idk, idk how God works; there’s currently no electricity in my house rn. i don’t get how that works even if we pay for our electricity all the time, how am I suppose to know God’s plans?)

but aren’t well created for something else? looking at a selfish perspective, maybe He created all of us just because He wanted to.

wow. literally when the nun kissed Amenadiel, the lights in our house opened up. if that ain’t God. idk who that is.

wow that’s so interesting.

“There are no shortcuts.” 🥺

he exposed himself i’m interested. what if i were the one to whom that was exposed to... how would i react?

another sample of them explaining to us WHAT WE ALREADY CAN INFER FROM THE SHOW (the conversation actually continues to dumb it down for the audience) but i get it. it’s religion and fiction built together.

oh i just cringed i almost vomited with this

also can i just share these. these are the funniest thing Chloe said on the show.

ep6

OOF what a horrifying way to start the episode (after the beach fiasco)

they’re holding us. that’s so adorable!!!

ugh. im still cringing.

yes jowa for ella yes pls. ELLA YOU SAID YOU WANT A NICE GUY!!! HE’S THERE!!! i’ll take him if you won’t!

Chloe if you don’t want Lucifer, i’ll take him too!

can i say how proud i am of Chloe and Dan’s relationship. it’s very healthy for what they are. add Lucifer and Dan to that too! we love men.

also the women in this show have bad taste in men. (except for who Linda married, i guess)

we love the seasonal girl’s night!

that whole charlie thing being amused by lucifer’s devil face is the best bit

was it Michael calling? and oh noooo ;(

FUCKEN MICHAEL

ngl i could have waited for another season for them to have sex on season 6 episode 6 but sure have it at season 5.

ep7

we love a person who wakes up and is not pretty. princess anna who? (i mean she is wearing full on make up, but we’re okay with that snore)

Deckerstar!! they made a word for it

our mojo??? does it only work on lucifer or does it work when she does it to others as well, we shall find out.

oh no! Lucifer’s isn’t working at all HAHAHAHA

it’s currently 2:19 AM. i am tired and sleepy.

Dan talking to Charlotte 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Fucking Michael

oh he emphasized archangel Michael. with my limited knowledge being raised Catholic, i was going to ask earlier if he was an archer because he had crooked shoulders. AND I JUST CHECKED. ARCHANGEL MEANS HIGH RANKING ANGEL NOT AN ANGEL WHO’S A FUCKING ARCHER. me being raised Cathlolic means nothing. HAHAHH

now i’m realizing if i see an angel, maybe i won’t be in the situation where i’ll see Amenadiel but Michael

NO NO NO AMENADIEL

i love this HAHAHAHAHA

knew it. called it! worked on lucifer ONLY. HOW CAN TWO PEOPLE BE THAT MADE FOR EACH OTHER. LORD BAKA NAMAN.

i’m ella shipping them.

THEYRE SPEAKING TAGALOG HHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH and HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

what song was that? “When it hurts, just to breathe” same

The Shining reference no thank you pls

NAAAH i really can’t do horror things especially not with things i truly fear and when i don’t have a curtain on. No thanks.

14:54 and i’m watching again open the lights bro, it’s easier to find clues that way also i do get that they’re closing it to ensure that the killer is not there but theyre also moving like the killer is not there anyway so better open up the lights! tho i really know nothing about crime solving (i just typed crime solving instead of solving crimes didn’t i)

we stan ella’s healthy relationship!!!

can i just say there was a time where i can’t even say serial killer out loud so this is really hard for me to watch alone

i know that he’s vulnerable around the detective. BUT SHE SAID HE CHOSE TO BE SO BY NOW HE SHOULDN’T BE AFFECTED BY WHAT HE DID.

Fucken Michael.

ep8

how attractive can you be that even in slow motion, you look great.

oh apparently he did not die.

ALSO OO NGA CHLOE. US2 MO SIYA MAMATAY TEH.

CHLOE THE OVERTHINKER but i get it. BUT STILL.

you know that montage of people just studying and it’s now happening to chloe trying to solve a crime. that’s my cinematography goal HAHAHA. it’s been awhile since i’ve been invested in studying like that.

Lucifer can be just so immature some times

is KillShare based off of SkillShare?

also i’m thinking that Chloe was either taken by Michael or Dan or the SK.

that ring of Lucifer on Maze is probably the longest ring someone has waited for.

i love Maze’s eye make up! ALL THE TIME!

if the lady here is not detective and they’re relieved. that’s just fucked up, man. they were slightly relieved. that’s good acting HAHAHAHAHA.

I��M JUST PRAYING TO GOD THAT PETE REALLY IS A GOOD GUY AND NOT THE SERIAL KILLER COZ I CAN’T HATE THAT GUY PLEASE. the key and the research!!! WTF. stop trying to be smart, show!!!

his mojo is back, does that mean Chloe is gone? 😢

OH AFTER THE TAPES, I THINK IT IS THE BOYFRIEND. DAMN SHE’S REALLY INTO BAD MEN, ISN’T SHE?

I’M SO SCARED. THE SUSPENSE IS KILLING ME.

THE FLOWERS ARE FRIGGIN KILLING ME.

kamukha niya pa si Penn Badgley, nice.

DOES HE GENUINELY LIKE HER OR IS THE KISS TO THROW HER OFF GUARD.

AH NO. i think he genuinely likes her. except that she... you know found that he’s a fucking murderer

HAHAHA PETE

right??? why does this show have to say everything out loud like don’t already know.

oh he just used her but then he liked her. idk. the way he speaks too, so nonchalant.

preach, ELLA!!!! shout out to those who had crappy childhoods and are not serial killers! that’s the bare minimum i guess.

go, Ella!!! know your worth!

lol made me love Pete, he’s funny.

ok my assumptions were right-ish.

HAHAHA, his american accent.

his choosing to be bot vulnerable around her anymore, Michael, i think is a way of him staying alive for Chloe but ofc Chloe will think that Lucifer would rather have his vulnerability than to be with her.

baka di lang love language ni Lucifer words of affirmation, okay! HE SAVED HER LIFE SO MANY TIMES AND NOW SHE’S DOUBTING BECAUSE HE HASN’T SAID I LOVE YOU YET??? SIZ. HE LITERALLY LEFT HELL FOR YOU.

MICHAEL STOP. Michael the shit stirrer. we all have that one friend.

awa me kay Maze. she’s like a lost dog throughout the show.

does Michael want to be God?

skipped thru the speech. cringe.

what’s Amenadiel’s problem with his child having a normal cold? what’s wrong if he’s a mere mortal?

WHY IS EVERYONE IN THIS SHO’W SO INSECURE. i get so annoyed every time Chloe’s mad that Lucifer doesn’t get what he wants

it’s just that i resonate with Lucifer. it’s hard for me to say i love you and now i think Amenadiel stopped time.

oh. i thought Amenadiel’s fears about Charlie being mortal was superficial, i just realized that he was afraid that his child was going to die. but, he can take him to heaven like what he did with Charlotte, right?

oh Michael.

MAZE! MICHAEL IS A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR!!!! you’re fine! i don’t have a soul either.

celestial beings and their daddy issues and inability to communicate with one another and the desire to fight it out as if that’s the solution

HOTTEST BROTHERS EVER DAMN.

itong si God ngayon lang magpapakita anuna siz.

WHY ISN’T HE PLAYED BY MORGAN FREEMAN BUT OK.

CLIFFHANGER!!! IM MAD.

ep 8 should have been called blueballz tbh

#beigedrafts #lucifer #spoilers

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arthur-his-hat · 5 years

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modern high school!arthur/reader

sfw

aight so in high school arthur is even more reserved than he is when he’s older

and he sees u and he’s like

how are they so ???? breathtaking ???

so he tries to talk to u but it comes out like:

“h— h- um— i’m—“ amd he just gives up and looks down defeatedly

u think it’s the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen so you grin and look at him and go:

“hi ! i’m y/n— you’re arthur right?”

and arthur’s just bashful as fuck looking at you and giving the biggest dopiest from everand he’s like

“yeah— arthur”

so fast forward y’all have been talking for a good long while, hanging out after class, going for dairy queen in his pickup truck and he asks if u wanna be his significant other

you’re like???? i thought i already was

and he’s like what nah i never asked u to be

and uR LIKE YOUVE BEEN TAKING ME TO DAORY QUEEN AND BOWLING AND ALL THAT AND UR TELLING ME THOSE WERENT DATeS

and arthur is just like ya know what we can call em those

so he starts to hold ur hand and kiss ur cheek but never in public only when y’all are in his truck or his room

SOEAKING OF WHICH

he has a really good relationship with his parents (i’m writing them to be alive bc i love him more than anything and i want him to be happy)

they love u to shreds seriously

his mom loves u bc u make him so happy and you make him more bouncy and just ahhhh u put a smile on his face like no one else

his dad loves u bc u like shooting and hunting and stuff like u aren’t afraid to get ur hands dirty

speaking of which

arthur loves to take u on hunting trips with his dad bc ur a better shot than his dad is and that makes arthur so proud omg

his dad is all like “damn where did you find them???” and arthur’s like “idk but i’m sure glad i did”

and sometimes when you’re over and it’s close to christmas or something you help his mom cook and she loves it bc he good at it like arthur is

ngl arthur is on the football team just bc he really likes it

he doesn’t like the popularity that comes with it tho he likes to just keep to himself but that’s hard when girls are inviting him to parties and over to their houses and he hates it sm

likes girl will be rubbing his arm asking him what he wants to do to her and he’s like

“i don’t really wanna do anything”

if ur a boy he definitely goes “i’m gay” even though he’s bi lol

if you’re a girl he’s gonna say something like “you ain’t my type”

if ur nb or something like that around the agender spectrum he’s gonna say something along the line of “i don’t like girls” oof tea

really likes when u cling to his arm happilt when you’re out somewhere it’s his favorite

loves when you lay your head on his shoulder ahhh

or when you lay your head in his lap in the flat bed of his truck that’s his favorite when you’re looking at the stars and you fall asleep in his lap

also when ur in his room at night he really like to braid your hair it’s also one of his favorite things

nsft

the first time you guys have sex it’s in the flatbed of his truck on a date in the middle of a field lol

he had some blankets laid down and some pillows and lights strung around his truck it was nice and pieceful

it all started with you plopping into his lap and kisses him and it allllllll hit the fan after that

both of u are total virgins so it was a little rough and wonky lol

like he fingered u to stretch u out and he’s pretty good at it ngl his fingers are nice n thick and it’s nice

he was such a blushing hesitant mess ab it too he was like “i— is this okay?” “does it hurt at all ?” “am i doing it right?” we have ALL been there arthur

and you didn’t know either so you were like “i— i think so—“ and ur blushing and moaning softly like “i— it feels good t— to me so?”

that first push inside of you is like life changing to arthur tbh he’s like wowowowowowowowow

the only thing he’s ever had wrapped around his cock is his own hand so this experience is totally different to him

after that night (and a few days of recovery) y’all fuck like once or twice a week ?

arthur tried to avoid it a little bit bc he doesn’t want your entire relationship to be ab sex but eventually he realizes he doesn’t have to fuck you like you’re indestructible like in all the pornos he’s seen

he can make love to u nice and soft like you’ll break

he does get down sometimes though

thE FIRST TIME HE TIES TOU UP HOT DAMN

he swore he blew his load before he even took his pants off

he’s tying up your hands to the headboard and you’re smirking at him like a devil like “what’re ya gonna do to me, arthur?” and arthur just smirks back at you like “oh you’ll find it babe”

and the first time he spanks u it takes u by surprise ur like “fuck— arthur what— did you just spank me?”

and he’s gripping your hips from behind still sheathed inside you like, “y—... yeah...?” and you’re like “do it again”

anYWAY AFTER HE FIGURES HIMSELF OUT HES THE BEST BOYFRIEND EVER TRUST ME

comment if y’all want me to do a whole thing ab yours and arthur’s first time :-) if this gets 20 notes i’ll post it !

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Breakfast of Champions

2D is feeling old and Noodle just got back from a night drive with Murdoc which left her feeling even lonelier than usual. Unfortunately most people arent too coherent when on drugs.

"Ain't you seen, ain't you educated? Ain't you seen the movies, ay? Don't you know, this is the 'breakfast of champions,'" 2D held up the decorated pillbox to the sun, talking to no one in particular. He was going over a time in his head when their tour manager had been attempting to discourage him from partaking in the "breakfast of champions," having finally remembered however many months later which 1974 cult classic he'd been trying to quote. He'd woken up that morning at around 4:42am, not sure why, but filled with sleep-addled inspiration. It was around six now, and he was taking a break from his synthesizer to break a couple breakfast pills. Mainly because he'd caught sight of his reflection in the early morning light and seen what appeared to be yet another wrinkle of his forehead. Way back when, when his hair had been lighter blue and the bags under eyes really were JUST from sleep, the pills and other paraphernalia helped with things like headaches, stomachaches, drugs to help drug induced aches. These days it was drugs to help drug induced aging. It's not like he was old, he'd just never thought he'd have wrinkles on his forehead, that's all. He fell onto his bed, all long bony limbs (at least he hadn't gotten old enough to worry about his weight yet), and tucked himself under the bed covers, a fuzzy blue halo forming around his head as he sunk further into his pillow (also, thank the gods, his hair hadn't starting thinning or anything dreadful like that, but was quite as thick and blue as it'd always been). He hadn't been lying there too long, or he could’ve been lying there hours, who would know, breathing in the smoke-tinged air of his room, feeling his medicine fade away bad feelings both physical and emotional, when the door to his room creaked open. Slowly, eerily, and so suddenly breaking the quiet that 2D was off his bed and wielding some darts snatched from his wall before he even knew who it was. As if he needed to know; nothing good could be creaking his door open like in the middle of the night (which it was actually early morning). Whales couldn't walk, could they? "Oh, uh, hello?" Noodle was craning her head around the door, turning it curiously at 2D, who was oddly stood on his bed in what was supposed to be an attack stance, though it was hard to maintain on a mattress. "Fucking hell, Noodle, the fuck you tryna do?" 2D moaned, letting the darts fall from his overly large hands, only to plop down onto his bed and gouge his thigh on one. "FUCKING SOD!" He wailed, throwing the offending dart across the room where it ricocheted off the wall and took a good bit of plaster with it . "Fuck me," 2D rubbed his eyes wearily, wincing as he did so; they were constantly tender, even with however many narcotics currently floating around his system. He let his hands drop to his sides, long legs stretched out in front of him and head tilted back against the wall, jaw working and chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Can I speak now?" Noodle said after a small silence, during which 2D's breathing evened out and the dust from the broken plaster had settled. "You could always fucking speak. Maybe next time before opening the door like a sodding flesh eatin' zombie, yeah? Fucking hell," He made to rub his eyes again, steeling himself and settling for just a few hard blinks. "Bright in here," He commented, while Noodle just rolled her eyes, going over to his desk and lifting a few of the pillboxes he'd decorated with paintings, most of them of Murdoc, one sporting an evil looking whale. "You're still doing this as much as you used to?" She asked, shaking the pills at him. His black eyes squinted at her hand, before he held out one of his own, beckoning with his fingers. Noodle stepped closer to drop the box into his hand, after which he popped it open and swallowed a few more of whatever was inside before giving her a toothless grin, apparently quite pleased with himself. "Nope," Then he was laughing; usually it would've had Noodle laughing too, but she wasn't really feeling it. She took the pillbox out of 2D's limp hand, looking inside it while he continued to laugh, before snapping it shut and placing it back on his desk. No, that type of ride had never been her preference, despite (she glared) whatever Murdoc might think. "Oi, Noodle, Noodle s'that you?" 2D had suddenly taken on a rickety, weedy voice, and when Noodle looked over he was squinting at her intently, holding his shaking hands out like an old man. "Come on, m'love, these old eyes, you know," He beckoned her over then pretended as if he'd sprained his arm, "Ah! And these ol' bloody bones!" He then was cackling, which proceeded to turn into sobbing. Noodle watched him, slightly taken aback, but not exactly SURPRISED. She did go sit by him on the bed though, tentatively touching his shoulder which resulted in him throwing his entire body into her arms, sobbing harder than ever. Awkwardly, she linked her arms around him, trying her best to rearrange his bony ass which was digging painfully into her thighs. 2D might've been lean, but he was still over six feet tall, and by no means small. It was therefore quite difficult for someone of smaller stature to hold him like he was an infant, but he didn't seem aware. By the time he'd calmed down and rolled back, face down, onto his bed, Noodle had been elbowed in the chin no less than three times, and her legs had gone to sleep. "I'm fucking old, Noodle," 2D said into his pillow, his voice back to normal save perhaps a little more hoarse than usual. So that was it. He was feeling old. Noodle stretched herself out next to him, feeling a chill and throwing the covers over them both before replying. "Then Murdoc is ancient," She finally thought, laughing a little as 2D scoffed. "Fucking sod. He looks younger than me these days though, dunnee? How's that?" 2D sounded truly miserable, while Noodle had to silently agree with his statement; perhaps Murdoc had taken to sacrificing virgins in exchange for eternal youth. To be honest, nothing would surprise her these days. "Since when do you care about being old?" Noodle asked, turning her head to look at the mess of blue hair next to her. "Who doesn’t care about being old?" 2D wailed, fisting his hair and suddenly rolling onto his side; he blinked his large eyes at Noodle, who looked even younger to him now after seeing his own face moments earlier.

He moved onto his back, putting an arm behind his head and sighing up at the roof. Noodle mimicked his position, sensing he wasn't waiting for her to talk, but rather collecting his own thoughts. Sure enough, he spoke after a bit of silence.

"Dunno why, but something about it felt eternal, know what I mean?" 2D said, gesturing around, his words coming out a bit stalled, like he wasn't saying them how he wanted. "This whole Gorillaz thing, maybe, is what I'm getting at. Getting Old, that never seemed like it'd be part of the ride, get it?" He choked off at the end, shoving his hands into his face and stifling a wail. Noodle didn't really know what to say to him. She knew most people her age felt old, but truthfully she never really cared about that. She'd always felt mature, no matter what age, and the number of age itself didn't really matter to her. Age depended more on your mind, rather than body, at least as far as she was concerned. The dark circles she'd acquired as she'd aged were sort of cool, at least, she thought so. 2D didn't seem at all impressed with the toll time was taking on his body. Noodle glanced at him; he’d shut his eyes now and seemed to be ready to go to sleep; he didn't really look old to her. "You don't look old to me," She said, flicking the end of his nose; he reached up and swatted at nothing, muttering something about 'little devils' without opening his eyes; Noodle sighed and laid back against the headboard, listening to the birds starting to awake outside the windows. Suddenly, 2D was flinging back the covers and rolling off the bed, coming to a rest on the floor with his knees to his chest and his head in his hands; Noodle had bolted up, chest heaving and having been so startled by the sudden movement she was about to shout his ear off. "Noodle, m' sorry, blud," He was speaking before she could, however; his voice had toned down to normal, giving no hints that he was under the influence of any drugs whatsoever; he sounded tired, and a little bored. "Isn't really fit, you to be in here, while I'm a mess meself," 2D lifted his head, and by watching carefully Noodle saw the deep red points in the black of his eyes shift over to her. "Maybe in the morning we can get some ice cream or something, yeah? M'too bloody tired now," His head fell back against the bed, where he seemed to be slowly slipping out of consciousness. Noodle was about to remind him that it was, in fact, already morning, but thought against it as her flare up of anger abated. He obviously needed to sleep his pills off. She didn't feel like leaving just yet, however. She didn't want to be alone, and the unconscious 2D was actually quite perfect company, since she no longer felt much like speaking, either. His breathing had evened out, signifying that he had indeed passed out, and she flopped onto her stomach near his head, taking some blue hair in her hands and beginning to braid it. The birds continued to sing outside the window, and upstairs she could hear Russel moving around his room. By the time the sunlight had reached through the windows, 2D's head was a mess of braids.

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Cowboy’s First Ride

I don’t know why this took me so long to finish. I just kept adding words here, taking some away over there. But have it already with a chessy title~~

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People always seem surprise when they find out Jesse’s still a virgin at 25. He flirts on daily basis with anything that has a pulse. Even omnics have been at the receiving end of his charming words. Sex didn’t used to be a big deal to Jesse. He spent his youth running from death in a gang, sex and love was the least of his worries. If he needed to relief stress, a cigarette or a few minutes with his hand would do the trick before he had to grab his gun and run again. When Blackwatch busted the Deadlock and he was recruited, he was too busy training, studying the subjects he fell behind and trying not to end in jail.

After turning 21, Jesse started trying outside of base. He went to bars and clubs, talked with strangers nonstop and dance with them until his legs hurt. But he could never walk out with them in hand. After turning 23, he met a guy, maybe seven to ten years older than him. Dark, handsome and sharp features that were too familiar to Jesse. He thought of roman sculptures and paintings of angels before realizing why they were appealing to him. The man was a sweet talker and almost made Jesse melt in his hand, but he could not leave the bar with the handsome stranger. To this day, Jesse still bangs his head against a wall when he remembers. He could have had an adventure.

Gabriel, his commander, found him roaming the halls after that night as Jesse moaned about his regret. He confided in Gabriel, he had been the first person Jesse trusted in Blackwatch. They hand grown closer with years, moved together in the battlefield like long time dance partners and can speak of memories and joke like no one was around them. They go to eat outside of base and return with the night at their heels. They had no sense of time or personal space.

Gabriel laughed and said there were bigger things to worry about in their line of work, to not rush it. If he hadn’t gone to a motel room with any of the strangers he had tried, there was a reason for it. Jesse diverted to the showers after their talk and stood under a warm spray. Reyes has been the subject of his fantasies since Jesse joined Blackwatch. He loved the times when he had his own room before he was officially recruited, when he could moan Gabriel’s name without a care of being heard as he thought of his sharp jaw, scars that told tales of war and a voice like velvet that could make him bend over the commander’s desk on command. He pictured Reyes pinning him to the bed, making him scream for mercy like a call to the devil all night to satisfy his needs until he left Jesse’s legs numb.

Jesse life was a fast one, he couldn’t sit and wait forever. He has seen it flashed before his eyes many times when a bullet brushes his face or a bomb goes off nearby, barely missing him. That’s why his body has been aching for more than a touch or a kiss. He has gone through every Blackwatch agent that’s single and been blunt about it if they seem interested. But they turn the cowboy down quickly after, as if they had regretted it. It surprises Jesse they think he would have taken someone to bed by now when they keep turning him down. It doesn’t help that he had tried to hook up with his roommate, Shannon, recently. The guy turned him down kindly, saying he didn’t like hooking up with teammates. But then Jesse arrived earlier than intended from a mission a night ago and caught him rolling around with another agent. Jesse didn’t confront Shannon about it, it wasn’t his right to ask for explanation. But an uneasy feeling has been sitting in his stomach since then. Jesse pushes the mashed potatoes to the sides, then back together. He creates a mountain just to break it apart again as his brain works none stop. His stomach keeps clenching every time he tried to eat.

“What’s got you so down, McCree?” Rainer, an agent that has been having dinner with brings him back to earth.

“Just thinkin’,” Jesse mumbles, still playing with his food. “Tell me, Rainer, am I ugly?”

“You’re a handsome lad. Gotten hotter with years, McCree,” the agent responds.

“So why wouldn’t you sleep with me?” McCree blurts out, there were no barriers between him and Rainer.

Rainer laughs. “Still hung up when I let you down a few weeks ago?”

Jesse shrugs as he keeps poking at his food. “Not exactly. Ev’ryone just shuts me down. Thought with time n’ all, someone would’ve thrown me a bone.”

“Still haven’t found a victim?” Rainer asks before taking a bite off their slice of pie.

“That sounds nasty. Have you been sayin’ that around? ‘Hey, McCree is looking for a sacrifice!’”

Rainer cocks their head with a smirk, “Maybe.”

Jesse scoffs, “No wonder they all turn me down.”

“Well it ain’t because you’re ugly, cowboy.”

“I must be doing something wrong.”

“Have you tried with Shimada?”

Jesse scoffs. “I’m afraid he’ll cut my dick off on the spot.”

Rainer waves him off, “He just needs a good dick, that’s all. Like you. Pretty sure he’d say yes.”

“Doubt it.” Jesse taps his fingers. Genji and him have gotten closer since he was brought here, but not to that level. Genji still needs healing. “I’m not begging ya or anythin’, but I’d like to know: why did ya say no t’me?”

Rainer looks around, the cafeteria is almost empty by now. It’s like Rainer’s avoiding eye contact at first, but then they stare right at Jesse with solid hazel eyes as they chew on a new bite of pie. Jesse feels his nerves raising with ever silent second. He realizes Rainer was just waiting to have enough privacy to drop the truth. Jesse thinks of the worst: they don’t trust you, a criminal, enough. They think your idea of orgasm is shooting them in the back. They’re afraid you will poison them with your sperm. Rob them. Slit their throats while they sleep…

“Reyes looks at you in this way…” Rainer trails off and Jesse blinks, not expecting those words. “Like you’re his or something.”

Jesse frowns. “I’m no one’s.”

“We know, but the way he always watches over you and takes care of you... We’re Blackwatch, McCree. We know when something is too dangerous for us to get involved with.”

“We?” McCree repeats.

Rainer shrugs. “Kimura has seen the footage of you two on the roofs and coming late when you can sneak out to eat. And we all notice the way he looks at you.”

“You keep sayin’ that, but what do you mean?”

“Like he wants you, moron.” Rainer leans forward, making the words clear for Jesse’s foggy mind.

“Well…” Jesse drawls. What Rainer said is still working on him. “He has no right to do that. He has never said anything and that’s why ya’ll won’t sleep with me?”

Rainer nods and shrugs again, nonchalantly. “Pretty much. Kimura had a plan to get him to say something to you, clear it all up so we knew if we had a green light, but I think it’s better if you both figure it out.”

“There’s nothing to figure out. Ya’ll afraid he will bite your head off or something if you sleep with me?”

Rainer looks around, making sure the few people left hadn’t heard or figured out who they’re talking about. “Is more than that, McCree. C’mon.”

Rainer gets up and Jesse decides to follow them, leaving half of his dinner behind, not caring about cleaning right now.

“Reyes has done so much for us and others,” Rainer starts once they’re in an empty hallway. “He deserves some happiness. We’re not going to be assholes and screw the guy he probably feels something for. Get me?”

It takes him a few seconds, but Jesse nods. It still doesn’t sit right with him. Gabriel has been the reason for his fantasies when they take full drive, he would have said ‘yes’ to him, no questions. But Gabriel decided to leave everyone else wondering. Feeling threatened if they get that close to Jesse because he’s his without speaking to Jesse about it. Meanwhile, Jesse’s making himself a fool, getting denied and embarrassed by his teammates.

“Since when have you all noticed this?” Jesse asks.

Rainer thinks, collecting their thoughts. “He has always seen something in you, I know that. That’s why he went through so much trouble to get you here. He still kept a close eye on you because of who you were, a Deadlock member.”

“Criminal,” Jesse adds and he’s not surprised when Rainer nods. He knew this. Everyone didn’t trust him when he arrive. He didn’t have much trust either. Gabriel was the first.

“But then, around the time you turned twenty-four, his gaze changed. I think he realized it himself. You can’t blame him for not doing anything about it. He’s your commander—even if Blackwatch doesn’t care who sleeps with who, we don’t know how that will look to the others. Second, you’re younger than him, by a few years.” The last words come with sarcasm. Gabriel had recently turned forty. “It must have taken him a while to accept it himself. He’s a war hero, who has seen some shit, probably thinks he doesn’t deserve good things for what he has done and then comes this young, sparky, young man and he’s smitten.”

McCree’s lips twitch to a quick smile.

“So excuse me for not sleeping with you. I didn’t want to make our commander sad. I’m horrible.”

Jesse chuckles. “Alright, I get it.” Jesse sighs and scratches the back of his head. He needs to stop walking and Rainer gives a few more steps before realizing Jesse is behind. “I don’t know what to think, to be honest.”

“Why don’t you sleep on it? And take it easy on looking for someone to fool around with. I know life’s short, especially ours, but you might be going too fast to notice an opportunity.” Rainer shrugs. “Or make one”

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Jesse could not sleep after those words. He took a warm shower and laid on his bed while Shannon slept on the other side of the room. He kept tossing and turning, sitting up and even standing to pace a few steps before lying back down.

All those nights on the roofs with Gabriel, exchanging stories or gossiping and laughing until their cheeks hurt. The few times they shared the same flame of a lighter for their cigars, being so close and seeing the flame flickering in Reyes’ gorgeous eyes. The times he went to deliver a mission report in the middle of the night and still found his commander working in his office. Jesse would stay and talk to him as the night passed, sometimes they would fall into a comfortable silence.

He remembers a time they went to a bar in Dorado while on a mission. How Gabriel wrapped his arm around Jesse’s waists when a sleazy looking guy approached him. The glare he gave the stranger and then how he quickly changed to gentle when he looked at Jesse. Gabriel’s arm lingered for too long around Jesse and he still feels the heat growing in his face and stomach from back then. He wished for Gabriel to keep him close. To trap him between his solid body and a wall and let everyone know Jesse was taken by Commander Reyes. Let everyone know Gabriel wanted him—including Jesse.

The most vibrant memory that comes to mind is the eve of his twenty-four birthday. Gabriel and Jesse had just arrived at base after a rough mission and Gabriel invited him to his room to lay back for a few minutes. He opened a bottle of whiskey and both drank until they couldn’t keep their eyes open. Jesse now realizes the closeness they had that night. Both on the couch, drinking and leaning from the other. If Jesse hadn’t been full of alcohol something might have happened.

He can’t help still feel upset about it. If Gabriel would have approached him about it, something could have happened. Jesse wouldn’t have gone through those embarrassing nights of trying to pick up strangers. Of trying to flirt with agents that thought he was exclusive to Gabriel.

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Jesse knocks on Gabriel’s bedroom door, knows his commander is awake. When Gabriel opens it, his eyes widen. Most likely by the look on Jesse’s face.

“What’s wrong?” His commander asks with worry.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jesse’s gaze trails to his feet.

Gabriel nods and steps aside. Jesse quickly walks inside, not wanting to start anything in the hallway.

“You can’t just do that, y’know?” Jesse turns to face Gabriel.

Gabriel raises an eyebrow as he steps closer. “Do what?”

“Act like I’m yours and not do anything about it.” Jesse’s jaw clenches.

Gabriel’s brows furrow and he swallows, “What are you talking about, McCree?”

“The others. They don’t wanna sleep with me because they think you want me or something. Like I’m off limits even though we’re nothing.”

Gabriel seems taken back, like his biggest secret has been revealed and by the blush on his cheeks, Jesse realizes that just might be it.

“You’re still hung up on that?” Gabriel scoffs and walks by Jesse, trying to change the subject. “There are more important things in life than getting laid.”

“I’d like to have sex once in my life, at least. And you’re getting in the way.”

Gabriel turns sharply back towards him. “I haven’t done shit.”

“That’s exactly the problem: you haven’t done shit.” Gabriel’s nostrils flare at Jesse’s words, but the young agent continues. “People are talking, apparently. Say you look at me in this way that makes them step off. Yet you step back and leave me thinking something’s wrong with me.” Jesse walks closer and stares into Gabriel’s eyes. He searches for that look, for a sign of something. He thinks he sees it. He can see a flicker of a fire, like when they share a lighter before a smoke. Or when they watch the sun set. But Jesse can’t tell if that’s him seeing it, or if Gabriel is truly showing him. “If you wanna do something, do it already.”

Gabriel nods as he exhales and his shoulders drop some tension. Jesse can’t read him correctly; sees anger, betrayal and shame portrayed in the man’s face.

“You want me to do something?” Gabriel gives that step that was between Jesse and him.

Jesse shivers as Gabriel’s breath brushes his lips. He can’t back away or speak, he just nods.

Gabriel smirks like he just found a victim to devour for the night. It scares and thrills Jesse.

“Fine.”

Jesse gasps when Gabriel picks him up by his thighs. Obediently, Jesse wraps his legs around Gabriel’s waist and holds on to the man’s shoulders. Gabriel keeps his fierce eyes on Jesse’s while he walks and their mouths are close, but not close enough. Gabriel places Jesse down on his dresser, pushing and knocking a bottle of perfume, after shave and other products.

“¿Te han besado antes, dulcito?” Gabriel murmurs.

Jesse’s mouth is too dry; he licks his lips as he nods.

Gabriel having the idea of this being Jesse’s first kiss kind of offends him. But it’s all forgotten when Gabriel closes the gap between them and makes sure to kiss him right. It might not be Jesse’s first, but it feels like a true first kiss should be like. Soft, warm and soothing as it goes; innocent even. It takes his breath away, making him cling to Gabriel’s neck for life. No one has ever come close to kissing him like this. So tender, yet there’s a few tugs on his lips to add that burn.

Jesse moans when Gabriel continues savoring him. He can feel the older man smiling before slipping his tongue in McCree’s mouth. When the agent responds the same, Gabriel returns with a moan of his own. The commander’s hands travel all over Jesse’s chest, stomach, hips and thighs. The thin, soft shirt over Jesse’s body moves swiftly under Gabriel’s hands, causing goosebumps under the fabric. Reyes’ hands linger between Jesse’s thighs, but stay clear of the hardening cock under his pajama pants. Jesse whines to the teasing and Gabriel moves away, looking too pleased with himself.

“Feeling good?” Gabriel asks before licking his lips. The tip of his tongue brushes Jesse’s swollen lips.

“Really good,” Jesse assures before he initiates a second kiss.

Gabriel picks him up one more and Jesse doesn’t pay attention to where they go. He keeps kissing him as if that is what’s keeping him in the air. He doesn’t care if this is all he gets for tonight. It’s enough to make his heart beat at full speed and his stomach tingle with millions of butterflies. He wants Gabriel to take him higher, to help Jesse touch the sun without needing wings. His lungs start burning, asking for a breath, but Jesse could happily die from lack of air.

Gabriel puts him down on his bed as softly as he can and crawls on top to continue ravishing the younger man. His lips map paths down Jesse’s jaw, neck and collar bones. His hands sneak under the shirt to trace Jesse’s stomach. Gabriel caresses the hard muscles and grabs at the rolls of fat on the side. Jesse lets out a small chuckle and Gabriel grins before kissing him again. His stomach tickles from inside of him, the thrill and anticipation building in the area the longer Gabriel peppers kisses over him.

“I will go easy, angelito. Treat you real nice. Make you feel amazing,” Gabriel murmurs, close to Jesse’s lips.

The young man’s breath shutters.

“I’ll take good care of you, chiquito.”

Jesse had no doubt of that. If he trusted Gabriel to take a bullet for him, he’s sure he will make him feel a real orgasm until morning.

Gabriel peels off Jesse’s shirt and his own. Jesse watches Gabriel’s naked upper body as he stares down at him. Heat adds to the excitement pooling in the cowboy’s stomach. The butterflies inside of him fly with wings of fire, setting his bones ablaze. It’s all thrilling and new. Jesse doesn’t know where to put his hands, if he should keep his legs stretched out or where to even look at Gabriel. Reyes’ body is driving him crazy and thirsty for a taste, but his parted lips and tantalizing axinite eyes call to the younger man’s lust. Jesse grows desperate and sits up to kiss every inch of dark brown skin he can reach. Gabriel uses his hand to tangle between Jesse’s locks and sooth him through while Jesse continues to kiss the crooks of Reyes’ abs and hips. He kisses the start of the happy trail down his belly button. He starts feeling thirst to kiss lower. Gabriel growls and pulls Jesse away when the agent’s fingers play on the waist line of his pants.

Gabriel pushes Jesse to lie down and pins his wrist on the mattress as he kisses Jesse’s chest and pays close attention to his nipples. Jesse squirms and moans beneath him as he arcs his back. Gabriel nibbles and licks around the dark circle before sucking lightly. The cowboy moans to the unfamiliar sensation. Once satisfied, Gabriel moves to the other nipple and does the same routine. Jesse doesn’t look, but he can picture both nipples erect to the abuse. Jesse gasps and bites his bottom lip; they haven’t done much and Gabriel already has him on the edge of losing his voice.

“Bet you didn’t know how good this felt, huh, Jesse? Look at that,” Gabriel murmurs before tracing one of his fingers over Jesse’s red bottom lip. “Already looking like a mess. Wait until I really get my mouth on you.”

“Gabe,” Jesse sighs, the nickname familiar to his tongue.

“I will make you scream my name until it’s tattooed on your lungs, cariño.” Gabriel quickly moves forward and kisses Jesse’s quivering lips.

Gabriel releases Jesse’s hands and they quickly find their way to the back of his head, pulling the commander closer until their noses hurt from being pressed against the other. Gabriel’s strong hands slip under Jesse and his nails pinch the skin, wanting the cowboy to melt into him from the searing heat brewing between them.

Jesse swears his cells burst into flames the longer Gabriel kisses his lips and skin. Jesse’s hard cock tents his pajamas pants and he’s aching for freedom, for the cool air of the bedroom to brush the head. His hips buckled up, needing Gabriel to pin him down once more, to touch him, to feel Gabriel’s own member. This is a burning desire he haven’t felt before. He knows horny, even lust. A crimson lust that has been firing him for Reyes for a few years now. But finally having him between his arms and legs was something new and better. It was that desire being fulfilled, that lust being sated.

Gabriel pulls away from leaving bite marks on Jesse’s collarbones and looks down to his lover. Both have hazy gazes and their eyelids are too heavy to keep them fully opened. “What do you want, dulcito?”

“Touch me, Gabe, please,” Jesse doesn’t care if he sounds needy. That’s why he’s here. To finally feel what it’s like to satisfy his lust and to get to that high.

Gabriel smirks and caresses Jesse’s hair where it lays in all directions on the pillow. Gabriel has so many plans in mind, he wants to bruise every inch of that pure skin Jesse owns. It has felt blades, bullets and only pain. Gabriel wants to spoil it with care, seal the scars that burn Jesse at night. He wants to relax Jesse, get him to a point where he’s almost numb, just to snap him awake. To cause Jesse to feel Gabriel for a week, to leave him that good kind of exhaustion that will keep him too tired to feel any other paint while he sleeps.

Gabriel’s hand sneaks down Jesse’s stomach and lingers on the happy trail of dark hairs under his belly button. Jesse starts breathing hard, trying to regain the air his lungs lost. Gabriel watches him, never disconnecting his gaze from Jesse’s. He’s loving the view of Jesse panting, almost fainting on his bed. Gabriel wishes he could take a picture of how desperate Jesse looks already, with blown pupils and swollen, shiny lips. Finally, he gives in to the destination and cups Jesse’s cock. Jesse gasps and his fingers dig on Gabriel’s shoulder when the commander starts moving his hand around him.

Gabriel hooks a finger on the waistline of Jesse’s pants and pulls it down slowly, letting the fabric tease Jesse first. Jesse’s cock springs free and Gabriel wastes no time getting his hand on it. First, he traces the veins with just his fingertip, barely touching it. His eyes still on Jesse, watching the younger man blush and look away when he makes noises that embarrass him.

“Don’t look away from me, dulcito. Wouldn’t want you to miss me in action, would you?”

Even before Jesse looks back at Gabriel, he can feel the smirk on the mischievous tone coming from him. This time, Jesse pulls Gabriel’s face to kiss the older man. Gabriel moans when Jesse slips his tongue into his mouth. Gabriel believes Jesse earns it and wraps his hand around the twitching cock, causing Jesse to bite the older man’s bottom lip.

Gabriel gives Jesse a squeeze as he strokes up. He loosens the grip when he goes down. When he reaches the head again, his thumb goes over the slit, spreading precum over it. Gabriel kisses every bit of Jesse’s skin he comes across on his way down, focuses more on his hips where he leaves a few bite marks. He looks back at Jesse and the cowboy can’t look away as Reyes pulls out his tongue and brushes the tip to the side of his cock. Jesse sighs as it twitches against Gabriel’s mouth, searching for another lick, but the man pulls away with a smile. He decides to pay attention to Jesse’s thighs while his hand continues to stroke Jesse’s dick.

Gabriel starts murmuring charming names against Jesse’s heated skin, a lot of them in Spanish, making Jesse rolls his eyes under his eyelids. Gabriel uses his tongue to spell sweet nothings in the salty patches in Jesse’s inner thighs. Jesse crawls into Gabriel’s short hair, pushing him towards where he wants until his cock bumps against his cheek.

Gabriel growls a laugh and bites harder than Jesse’s use to, causing him to yelp.

“I said I’d take care of you, Jesse.”

“Yer just teasin’,” Jesse whines.

“It’ll be worth it.” Gabriel kisses the inner thigh as he keeps stroking Jesse’s cock. Jesse groans and lays back into the pillow, his hands let go of Gabriel to pull at the sheets under him.

Gabriel strokes him a few times and traces the veins again with his finger. He hardly touches the head, enjoying the way Jesse tenses when he caresses close.

He takes pity on the younger man and plants a tender kiss on the side of the shaft. Then another quick one higher. He waits, tortures Jesse a bit more, until his lips come in contact with the head. Jesse sighs and arcs his back. He lifts his head to watch the show, knowing Gabriel will finally start.

Gabriel kisses the leaking cock a few more times and licks a stripe up before circling his tongue over the slit. He collects precum and swallows it before doing another round. They hardly blink as they look at one another. Jesse’s eyes go from his cock to Gabriel’s, anticipating the moment until it happens. Gabriel presses the head of Jesse’s cock against his lips before taking it inch by inch into his mouth.

“F-fuck,” Jesse breathes out as his hand falls on Gabriel’s head.

Is the first time this kind of heat and wetness surrounds Jesse’s cock. He got used to the feel of his hand, he never thought this is how it would feel like to have something different. Something so much better. Gabriel reaches halfway before returning, letting Jesse’s cock slip out of his mouth. He plays around the head, licking, kissing and tracing the veins. He doesn’t last long without Jesse in his mouth again. The younger man tastes delightful and Gabriel thinks he just found something better to be addicted to other than cigars.

He positions himself better over Jesse as he lowers his head.

“G-Gabe?” Jesse shutters when his commander doesn’t stop sinking. “O-oh, fuck.”

His cock feels big the deeper it gets into Gabriel’s mouth. He can feel the squeeze and the back of his throat. Jesse swallows hard when Gabriel pulls away and wraps his arms around the cowboy’s thighs as he sinks back to take him deeper until his chin rest on Jesse’s balls. Having no experience, he can’t say if Gabriel is the best at this, but damn, he is good. Jesse’s expectations will be too high to pass after tonight.

Jesse sees stars when he closes his eyes and sees the sun when he stares down at Gabriel. His hands slip off Gabriel’s head and Gabriel grabs them in his. The commander hasn’t stopped looking up at him, watching every move Jesse makes and counting the times he makes his lover shiver. Gabriel hasn’t touch himself in a couple of days, maybe weeks, being either too busy or too tired. His cock feels heavy with a load ready to spill. He wants to use Jesse’s body as a canvas for it and the sight of the cowboy curving below him, the salty taste on his tongue and delightful sounds could make him orgasm any second. It was torture to hold himself back like this. Jesse wanted this and it’s his first time. Gabriel is going to make this good for Jesse, good enough to leave his legs too weak to walk out. But leave Jesse wanting to crawl back into Gabriel’s bed.

“I-I’m so close,” Jesse pants.

“That’s it, dulcito,” Gabriel says against the head of Jesse’s dick.

“No!” Jesse snaps. “I-I want more, please. Not yet, Gabe.”

Gabriel laughs like a demon who just spotted a new soul to ravage. He smiles by Jesse’s cock while his thumb brushes the head. “What do you want, mi cielo?”

“Fuck me, Gabe. Please.” Jesse sounds needy, as if he would fuck himself on Gabriel if he didn’t move fast enough.

Gabriel laughs before stroking Jesse’s cock as he kisses the head.

“Gabe, please,” Jesse cries out and Gabriel laughs again.

The older man crawls over Jesse, kissing the path up to his lips, releasing the throbbing cock and trapping it against his bulge. Jesse thrusts upwards as he kisses Gabriel passionately. Now he’s rethinking that whole fucking situation. Gabriel would have to part to get him ready and Jesse doesn’t want to let him go.

“Jesse,” Gabriel sighs between their lips, sensing Jesse’s desire to keep him right where he is. “We don’t have to do more than this if you don’t want to.”

“Damn, I want to.” Jesse kisses him deeper, making a statement. “But yer so damn addictive, Gabe. Fuck.”

Gabriel chuckles before Jesse’s all over him again. It takes him a few minutes, but he manages to pull away.

“Let me see you,” Jesse requests and Gabriel obliges quickly.

He pulls down his pants and he almost groans loudly when his cock finally breaks free. Jesse can feels his mouth watering. Gabriel is bigger than him, but nothing he doesn’t think he can’t handle. He knows Gabriel will prepare him and will be gentle. At any point, they can stop.

Jesse goes to sit up, wanting to touch and taste, but Gabriel holds him in place.

“It’s all about you, vaquero. I can deal with this later.”

Jesse licks his lips and looks up at him. “Next time?” His nerves almost pull his gaze away from Gabriel’s, but he wants to resist. He wants to take Gabriel in his own mouth soon and recreate the many fantasies he has had.

Gabriel hesitates, but he smiles. “Next time.”

Gabriel gets a bottle of lube and a condom from his nightstand, and crawls back over Jesse. Jesse is quick to wrap his arms around the commander, as if they’ve been apart for a week. Gabriel tries to sit back on his heels, but Jesse isn’t letting him go. It makes the older man smile in the kiss as he opens the bottle.

Jesse lets him go and lays back to watch how Gabriel stares at the open bottle. Jesse tilts his head in concern. “What’s wrong?”

Gabriel shakes his head and when he looks up, he’s wearing half a smile.

“Turn around for me, chiquito.”

The devilish tone makes Jesse’s legs shake, but he obeys without questioning. Gabriel stands on his knees and pushes Jesse’s head down. He feels the bottle and hears the low crinkle of the condom packet when both fall on the table. The commander towers over the agent’s back and starts planting a trail of kisses down his spine. Jesse counts them and feels the ghost of each kiss remaining on his skin like a warm breath. Reyes’ big, solid hands grab his hips tight and pulls them up. Jesse feels vulnerable and self-conscious. He didn’t expect to feel so fragile like this while his thighs tremble and he feels so exposed. His eyes widen when Gabriel pulls his cheeks apart with dry fingers. He can feel his heart against the mattress and his mouth opens to say something.

But all Jesse feels is a wet tongue and lips against his hole.

“Oh,” he whispers.

Gabriel rims Jesse’s hole with his tongue and pokes softly at it. He can feel it gaping at the tip of his tongue when he goes too deep. Jesse’s hands itch to touch himself, to end this torture, but it’s also the most blissful thing he has ever experience so far and Gabriel hasn’t fucked him yet.

The blood rush begins when Gabriel’s tongue makes its way inside. Jesse’s hands pull at his own hair and he moans into the pillow. Meanwhile, Gabriel moans against his pucker as he savors it and digs deeper. Gabriel can feel his own cock twitching, yearning for a touch, even a breeze, but he resists. He will get enough from Jesse’s tight hole and the pleasure of seeing him squirm under him. He will leave Jesse’s body trembling until morning.

Jesse hears the bottle opening again and squirting. Then a cold, slick finger joins Gabriel’s tongue around his gaping hole. Gabriel kisses one of Jesse’s ass cheeks before pulling away and using only his fingers to gently stretch the cowboy open. He only pushes the tip of his finger and pulls back, keeping this movement for a minute or so before he starts turning it sideways and out at the same time.

Jesse hasn’t stop voicing his pleasure since Gabriel started using his tongue on his hole. Even if Jesse feels very exposed and vulnerable in this position, he loves the control Gabriel has over him. He’s loving how he moves every time Gabriel turns his finger a certain way. He’s letting Gabriel have him in the most intimate way and letting him do as he pleases. He doesn’t want to dwell on how they could’ve done this sooner. What matters is that they’re doing it now and it feels better than his fantasies ever will.

It almost startles Jesse when Gabriel dips another finger. The new addition burns, but it starts feeling good the more Gabriel toys with it. He scissors them inside of Jesse and curls both fingers. Meanwhile, he gives squeezes and rubs Jesse’s cheeks, letting know the agent he will take care of him. A third finger joins in and its goes smoother than Jesse expected. There’s a sting, but Gabriel makes it easy for him. He’s soft even with his colossal fingers. Jesse thought he would lose interest with how long the preparing felt. But Gabriel kept him on the edge. His cock was twitching between his stomach and the bed, leaving a wet spot to mark his lust.

“Alright, mi sol,” Gabriel’s fingers almost pull away. “I’m going to fuck you now. Tell me: do you still want me to?”

“God, yes!” Jesse hisses.

Gabriel can’t help smiling. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

Jesse hesitates. “I think I am.”

Gabriel nods. “Well, you just need to say ‘stop’ and I will, alright?”

He pulls his fingers out and they feel too good, causing Jesse to moan.

“On your back, I wanna see your sweet reaction.”

Jesse nibbles on his bottom lip as he turns. Gabriel cradles his neck and kisses him before he lies down. Jesse’s nerves start to cease the longer they kiss. Gabriel lures Jesse to lie down this way and both moan together when they’re cocks come in contact for the first time. Jesse can’t resist and wraps a hand around both of them.

“J-Jesse,” Gabriel pants before diving to kiss him again.

The size difference is even more noticeable when both cocks press to the other. Gabriel’s feels unfamiliar, but fits perfectly in Jesse’s hand, like it was sculptured for it. The stroking last very little. Gabriel moves Jesse’s hand away as he positions himself between the cowboy’s thighs. Gabriel kisses Jesse’s pout away, and they start to slowly part, giving each other short kisses the further Gabriel goes. Jesse tells himself to remain put as Gabriel slips on the condom and coats himself with lube. It’s going to happen soon and he can’t rush it now. He tries to keep his body relax. Gabriel has been satisfying him enough to make him feel light.

Gabriel aligns his cock with Jesse’s entrance and looks into Jesse’s brown eyes. They’re set like deep, black holes he could fall into and swim forever. He can imagine his pupils look the same, if not bigger. He has the man he has been craving for a while. He never wanted to tell Jesse about his feelings, never wanted his agent to feel obligated to act. He always thought this were his feelings alone. Gabriel has witnessed Jesse flirting with many others and though he wished it had been him a couple of times, he never resented the cowboy for it.

Now Jesse laid on his back, in his bed. Sheets and cowboy a mess with flushed skin and swollen lips. Cock throbbing and leaking on his stomach. And looking at Gabriel like he was made of gold or had cured him of sin. Jesse was a pretty sight.

“Con calma, dulcito,” Gabriel whispers and Jesse nods.

Gabriel starts slow and doesn’t go far. But it’s enough for Jesse to see the galaxy when he closes his eyes. The stretch burns and sets his whole body on fire. His bones tense and feel like glass under his tender skin. His stomach clenches and the butterflies clog his lungs as they flutter faster. It’s a mix of feelings and a lot of them are new and too strong to fight against.

Gabriel pulls the head of his cock out and rubs it against the pucker, waiting to see if Jesse wants to back out. Jesse looks at him, irises completely black, and clenches his teeth, releasing a growl. The commander smiles as he gets the message and pushes back in. He thrusts delicately, tries not to go too far on the first few pushes. Jesse’s eyes roll to the back of his head and his mouth has trouble staying closed and quiet. He starts rambling words Gabriel can hardly understand, but gets a few of his usual nicknames for people. Darlin. Sweetheart. Honeybee.

“Dulcito, you feel so good,” Gabriel praises. “So tight and warm for me.”

“Just you. Fuck, just you, Gabe,” Jesse says.

Gabriel can’t help feel happy about this moment. Not only is he turning Jesse into a mess, the cowboy looks close to satisfy. And Jesse gave him the chance to take care of this, to be his first. Gabriel was going to make sure to make it good and unforgettable. Before the night ends, he’ll make sure Jesse’s whole body has been explored. Jesse needs will be completely fulfilled and he won’t desire anyone else. At least he won’t need anyone else for a while. Whether Jesse decides to move on to someone else or stay, Gabriel will leave his own mark on the cowboy.

“Please, Gabe, I’m c-close,” Jesse cries, eyes shutting.

Gabriel nods as his eyes close in bliss. His hands let go of Jesse’s hips in search of the younger hands. He pins them in the bed and starts shoving harder, making Jesse hiccup every sound that comes out of his mouth. He wraps a hand around Jesse’s bouncing cock and starts jerking it. The strokes are messy and sloppy, but Jesse noises tell him it’s more than enough.

Jesse arcs his back as he comes. A flash of light blinding his eyes and rush that almost knocks the air out of his lungs. He screams and pants into the air. His body starts shaking uncontrollably and his heart rate quickens faster than the speed of light. Gabriel lowers himself to kiss him, drinking his moans and pants. Jesse feels like he’s suffocating, like this will be his death. Gabriel still moves his hips forward, thrusting into him, searching for his own orgasm as he holds the younger man through his.

Gabriel kisses down Jesse’s neck and reaches his nipples. His skin raises in goose bumps and he gasps to how sensitive everything feels.

“Gabe, oh, Gabe,” Jesse pants as he rests his head back. His vision is in a blur and he feels dizzy if he lifts his head too high.

Meanwhile, Gabriel continues to caress every part of his body as Jesse shivers to the aftermath of his orgasm. Gabriel carefully turns him on his side and he lies behind him. He kisses under Jesse’s ear and neck, biting as he thrusts back into the gaping, sensitive hole. His right arm pillows Jesse’s head as his hand holds his forehead back.

“Fuck, everything is so… good.”

“Yes, it is, mi sol,” Gabriel pants against Jesse’s ear before biting the lobe. His hips jerk forward, trying to finish fast before it starts feeling uncomfortable to Jesse.

But the cowboy is still in a state of euphoria. Jesse looks over his shoulder at the older man and pulls him closer to kiss him. Gabriel follows gladly as his hips move faster. Jesse moans against his lips and yelps when Gabriel thrusts strongly.

“G-Gabe,” Jesse whines.

“J-just—Fuck,” Gabriel rests his forehead on Jesse’s shoulder, letting his sweat mix with the cowboy’s.

The orgasm hits him strong as his stomach clenches and he shots into the condom. He thrusts one more time, a deep as he can into Jesse, causing him to scream. Gabriel remains still inside of Jesse, waiting to soften. Both pant together and Gabriel’s right hand cradles over Jesse’s sweaty forehead and through his locks.

“Thank you, Gabe,” Jesse says, too delirious to form a longer sentence. “That was so good.” His head feels too heavy to lift.

“My pleasure,” Gabriel says against Jesse’s skin before he kisses it under his ear.

The younger man sighs to the slick feeling and sudden emptiness when Gabriel pulls out gently. Jesse turns on his back as Gabriel hovers over him. The cowboy gives him a lazy smile and Gabriel answers with a tender kiss.

Gabriel gets a wet towel from the bathroom and returns to clean Jesse’s stomach. Jesse watches him as he feels his legs still quivering after the event. Gabriel suddenly has a glow on him, probably because of the smile on his face, the glee and his eyes and the glaze of sweat over his chest. He feels numb, but it feels good. Like he’s in a deep sleep and having a vivid dream. Jesse sits up and captures Gabriel’s lips with his. He kisses him deeply and fast, like time’s running out on them. It might be. Jesse doesn’t know if he’ll spend the night under Gabriel’s sheets, even so he will have to leave by morning. Pretend this didn’t happen and act like he didn’t cross the line with his commander. He doesn’t regret it, and hopes Gabriel doesn’t either.

“Can we go again?” Jesse dares to asks, with voice almost shaking.

Gabriel’s laugh vibrates inside his chest. “All ready for me again, conejito?”

Jesse wraps his arms around Gabriel’s neck and says against the older man’s lips, “Always will be if you allow me, sir?”

Gabriel growls before he moves forward, pushing Jesse against the mattress and kissing him deep, almost burying the agent under his weight.

Jesse wakes with the light of the sun coming through the glass window. His eyelids flutter as his eyesight adjusts to the brightness. He’s delirious at first, making memory of the night before. His legs feel funny, but there’s a weightless feeling on his body at the same time. He feels happy. He turns on his back and stretches, the cold sheets feeling nicely against his skin. His left arm falls on an empty spot and the coolness starts to bother him. He doesn’t see Gabriel in the room nor hears him around. The air smells different, alarming and delicious. He looks at the nightstand to his right and finds a plate with a stack of pancakes, Sunnyside eggs and a lot of stripes of bacon. There’s also a glass of orange juice and another of water.

Jesse crawls closer, covers slipping lover to his waits. He smiles at the note by the plate that reads:

At a meeting, will be back by lunch. Drink all the water – G

When Jesse looks at the clock and how warm the breakfast looks, Gabriel couldn’t have left that long ago. Jesse will be hungry by noon and he hopes Gabriel is free to sneak out to the burger place they enjoy so much. He loves to see Gabriel in a crowded place when he’s not trying to blend it, because he does it naturally. He enjoys the little things like out of the fryer french-fries or fingers sticky with melted cheddar cheese from a burger. Now that he recalls the look on Gabriel’s face when he’s wearing a normal long sleeves shirt and not his usual Blackwatch hoodie, while he licks his fingers and smiles to al the flavors mixed in his mouth, he wonders if that’s how he also felt last night. Jesse for sure was in a cloud of bliss, he’s still in a high state and will only continue after he devours the breakfast Gabriel brought him to start his day.

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