#it's a series but can be read as a standalone

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

mean!rafe slowly getting soft for reader but she realizes what sort of sick person he really is so she leaves him and now rafe is the desperate one (this would be really appreciated pretty!!!)

i loved, i loved, i loved you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — talks of murder, stalking, manipulation

summary — after overhearing a conversation between your boyfriend and his best friend, you begin to rethink your decisions.

authors note — can be read as a standalone but is apart of the mean!rafe series. part 1 is “i just wanna be one of your girls” and part 2 is “but i’ll do anything for you.” i’ll probably make a masterlist for this cause it’s probably going to end up turning into a series tbh so lmk if i should do that! please request more!!

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“baby?” you heard him call out from the living room as the front door shut. he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack then followed the smell of food into the kitchen where you stood all pretty. you had a cute little pink sundress on, a white apron with a ribbon adorning the middle, and your hair was perfectly curled. “you look like a fucking dream.”

he walked over to where you were standing and pulled you into him with his big hands lightly squeezing at your hips. “thank you, rafe. i made your favorite,” you replied with a smile on your glossed lips as you rested your hands on his shoulders. “how was work?”

a sigh left his lips and his body tensed. “same thing as usual. nothin’ for you to worry your pretty little head about,” he said with a kiss to your temple. “i missed you, angel.”

you frowned slightly and hugged him. “i missed you too, rafe.” you nuzzled into his chest deeper and he held you close, taking in the delightful scent of your shampoo. you pulled away a little sooner than he would’ve liked and pulled out his designated chair at the table. “why don’t you eat before the food gets cold?”

he nodded and sat down, laying the napkin over his lap and unraveling one pack of utensils you spent your afternoon packaging up to look professional. you sat across from him in your own seat and waited for him to take his first bite before beginning to eat your own.

he wrapped up some of the noodles on his fork and placed it carefully into his mouth while you sucked in a breath and waited for his validation. “it’s amazing, sweetheart,” he praised while getting more onto his fork. “you always prepare the best, you know that.”

you smiled to yourself and glanced down at your own plate, a red blush spreading across your cheeks. you began to eat as you two sat in a comfortable silence and enjoyed the pasta.

once he finished and was getting ready to get up and place his dish in the sink, you stood and beat him to it. “i’ve got it,” you said softly. you knew how long and draining his work days were and you’d do anything to make the rest of his day better.

“thank you, angel,” he replied gratefully while standing and brushing past you with a loving squeeze to your hip. “i’ve gotta finish up some stuff on my laptop. i’ll be in my office if you need anything.”

you nodded and began to wash the dishes and clean up the kitchen. once you were all finished, you neatly folded your apron and placed it in the closet in the living room before heading up the stairs and to the office to see if he needed anything. before you could even knock, you heard a loud bang, which you assumed was his fist against his desk.

“goddamnit barry! i fuckin’ told you that i had it handled,” he spat into his phone. “i took care of him, alright? they got rid of the body, the evidence, all of it and now you’re over here screwing it up.”

the body? you placed a hand over your mouth to cover the sob threatening to slip past your lips. you pressed your ear closer to the door and waited for him to speak again.

you heard him curse under his breath and laugh angrily. “it was all going to plan and then—“ he paused. “get rid of him. do whatever you have to do, just fuckin’ get rid of him. i’ll do it myself if i have to.”

a tear hit your hand and you quickly backed away from the door and quietly walked into your shared bedroom. you immediately began throwing clothes into a bag until you heard the office door open. you shoved it under your bed and sat at the edge of it.

he came in and immediately made his way over to you, kneeling in front of you and holding your hands in his. “hey. what’s wrong, sweet girl?”

you just shook your head and faked a sad smile. “i jus’ miss you, rafe,” you lied as convincingly as you could.

he sighed. “i know, baby. and i’m sorry,” he mumbled softly. “look. i gotta go handle something really quick but we can spend the whole night together the moment i get back, ok? i promise.”

a shaky breath left your lips as you nodded and allowed him to kiss you then your forehead as he stood and made his way out towards the front door. the moment you heard it shut, you packed everything you could and sprinted out towards your car. you didn’t know how much time you had until he got back.

you were quick to disable your location on everything and turn on do not disturb before speeding off towards your parents house an hour away. you hoped it would be far enough and undisclosed so he’d never find you.

and only 30 minutes into the drive, you had 72 missed calls and 101 texts from rafe.

[acphengene]

Little dove

₊ ⁺ pairing: Jake x afab!reader

₊ ⁺ genre: soulmate!au, sweet asf fluff and the tiniest bit of angst

₊ ⁺ wordcount: 3.2k

₊ ⁺ note: this can be read as a standalone but also as a part of my enhypen soulmate series. let me know if you wanna be added to the tag list

₊ ⁺ Jake ₊ ⁺ Jungwon ₊ ⁺ Jay ₊ ⁺ Sunoo ₊ ⁺ Heeseung ₊ ⁺ Niki ₊ ⁺ Sunghoon ₊ ⁺

When Jake woke up at his 13th birthday, he frantically searched his whole body for any type of physical mark. It was generally known that it was a little easier to find your other half when your mark literally could count down the seconds until you met them.

And right there on the inside of his bicep it said ‘bite your lip one more time’ in fine red letters. He had wondered just why his soulmate would want him to bite his lip, because in the eyes of a child that caused pain and nothing else.

His family had celebrated, and he had been nothing short of excited and hopeful that he would get to meet you sooner rather than later. But as most people he would have to wait.

When he traveled to Korea to live his dream, he hoped that it would bring him closer to you. And when the dream took him to a tv-program he hoped with every bone in his body that you’d be watching and cheering him on.

The tattoo, he made sure stayed hidden, he had no interest in people who weren’t you, saying those words to him.

When he and the guys had debuted, they shared their marks with one another, there was no reason not to, and he felt lucky that he didn’t have to hurt like Heeseung, somewhat jealous that Jay had known his soulmate since he got the mark. And despite him feeling bad for his platonic soulmate, he couldn’t help but be thankful that he wasn’t markless like Sunghoon

Engene loved theorizing when it came to them and their marks. There was no doubt in the fandom that Jake had a physical mark, also no doubt that it had to be somewhere on his arm. He had a habit of almost always grabbing on to his bicep whenever he was nervous.

They could however not agree on which mark it was, but he enjoyed seeing people’s theories on social media. He felt grateful that most of the fandom was so acceptable of it, not all groups were that lucky.

One afternoon he threw himself onto Niki’s bed once again scrolling on weverse to see what their sweet fans were up to.

“Dude seriously? With your outside clothes and everything?” The young man said as he looked at his hyung with judgement in his eyes.

He only rolled his eyes. “Do you think they’ve ever posted on weverse?”

Niki shrugged. “No idea, if I’m being honest I try not to think about it too much. In the end mine is definitely not close by”

“I hope mine is close” Jake said with a far away look in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t that be korean if that was the case?” Niki said as he pointed to the red words.

Jake looked at his arm and sighed. “Fuck, I didn’t think of that”

Niki laughed. “Obviously. But don’t worry too much okay? You’ll find them when it’s time”

“How’s the string?” Jake asked as a diversion.

Niki looked down at his left pinkie, where a red string was neatly tied with a little bow. He followed it out and through the window of the room. Where it’s stretched all the way to the horizon.

“Still tight as ever, wherever they are, they’re in no hurry to get closer” He shrugged. Niki had always had a very casual way of seeing the world, and once in a while Jake needed to be reminded to take it easy.

He was right after all, the Universe had given them a soulmate for a reason, and would pull you together when it deemed fit. But sometimes that could be a little hard to accept.

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust that, it was more so that he was impatient, he wanted to get to know you, sooner rather than later.

As they traveled for their tours he frantically searched every face in every crowd hoping someone would draw his attention, that he would feel that pull and calmness people so often described.

In a new city, he found himself in a Prada store, looking at a new collection, as they all were picking things out.

“What do you think?” Jay said as he held up a bag.

“Pretty sure that’s a woman’s bag” Jake said with a chuckle.

As the fashionista Jay was, he only sighed. “First of all fashion is gender less, plus it’s not for me… it’s for her. I think she’ll like it”

Jake shook his head with a smile, as he tried to avoid that sting of jealousy he always felt whenever Jay talked about his other half. He knew it was most likely harder than he ever admitted. To know her, but to not have her would be torture in and of itself.

“Do you have this with gold hardware instead of silver?” Jay asked one of the sales assistants.

“We should have one in the back, give me a second and I’ll see if I can find it”

That. Voice.

It stopped Jake's entire world as he quickly turned towards you. And as he saw your eyes and that sweet and polite smile, it was as if the world stopped spinning, and everyone around him disappeared. For a second there was only you.

You went to the back to go and fetch the bag Jay had asked for, and for a second he almost followed you behind the counter.

He stood there as a puppy waiting for its owner, eyes locked on the door you had disappeared through. His fingers drummed on the glass as his heart beat frantically.

“Jake?” Sunghoon said as he tried to get his friends' attention. When he didn’t answer, he laid a hand on his shoulder, but his eyes never left that door.

“Not now” he whispered, and it almost sounded like he was in pain, and then you walked back through the door with the dust bag and set it almost right before him.

His breath hitched when you finally looked at him. He saw how your eyes widened, how your mouth fell open in almost chock. And for a second he thought: my first words can’t just be hey.

Instead he bit his lip nervously, he had always done it. Maybe it was because of the words you were to one day say to him, maybe it was just who he was. Your eyes fell to his mouth, and he saw the subtle twitch of the corner of your mouth.

“Bite your lip one more time…” you almost whispered the words, and as if you just realized what you said your hands flew up to cover your own mouth.

A gasp filled the room from both the guys, but also their bodyguards, and the whole room stilled.

“God I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that out loud”

Jake just smiled like a maniac, as he felt the tears prick in his eyes. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere” he said as he opened his arms for you to meet him if you wanted.

You threw yourself over the counter, not caring for the bag you had just put down, not caring for what your manager in the corner might think, not even caring for the horde of people with cameras outside the large boutique windows.

At that moment he had never felt happier. He chuckled as he pulled you as close to him as humanly possible, and the two of you stood like that until your heartbeats had calmed.

He didn’t want to let you go, so as he sat back down his hand reached out for yours and he smiled wider than he ever had when you took it and gave it a squeeze.

“You’re beautiful” he whispered and he saw you turn red almost instantly, he hoped his words would always have that effect on you.

“And you’re a romantic aren’t you?” You asked and he answered with a shrug.

You looked towards your manager who just gave you a smile and a little nod. As to say; “I understand, just go”

Jake held out his arm, and you quickly went around the counter to grab on to him. He pulled you close as the guards made sure to escort you out of the store safe and sound.

In the store behind the two of you stood Sunghoon with the biggest smile as he looked after the two of you. Sunoo was laughing in a corner as he kept repeating: did that just happen?

Jungwon smiled and said: “Finally, he was getting unbearable”

“So this is where I’m staying” Jake said as he opened the door to his hotel room. The two of you had decided it might be best for you to go there, there was no reason for you to dox yourself.

You looked around the room, but your eyes kept finding him, and every time they did his smile got wider, if that was even possible.

“C-can I see it?” you asked as you took a step closer to him. He nodded and got rid of his jacket before pulling up his sleeve, revealing the now golden words etched into his skin.

You laughed as you let your hand trace the words. Jake shuddered beneath your touch. “Oh I’m sorry, is it too much?” You stepped back to give him space, but he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him.

“It’s nice, I’ve been wanting this, waiting for this for so long. My hitching breath and shuddering is in nothing if not from happiness and excitement for having finally found you”

The heat once again flushed to your cheeks, and he, that cheeky bastard, he bit his lips once again. You placed your hands on your face.

“I had an idea you might be a hopeless romantic” You said turning away from his gaze.

He laughed. “Why?”

“When you have ‘I’ve been looking for you everywhere’ etched into your skin from the ripe age of 13, you cant help but hope”

He felt how your words fucked on his heartstrings. “Tell me everything”

So you did; you told him how excited you were when you saw the words. How lucky your mother had told you that you would end up being because of the sweet nature of them. How your friends had fawned and been jealous.

“I know it’s not a given, and I know not all soulmates are made to be more than just platonic, but I would love to give this” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “Us a real shot”

Your cheeks were blazing hot, but you wanted to say them. In case he felt differently, you’d rather be disappointed sooner rather than later.

His hand snaked up and rested on the back of your neck, firm enough to make sure you knew he wanted you close, but still loose enough for you to get away from him if that was what you wanted.

He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against yours. “I want nothing more” as if he had done it always he rubbed his nose against yours, the gesture so soft and subtle it stole a whimper from your throat.

In that very instant his eyes shot open, pupils dilated, the love he had always felt for you on full display.

“Can I kiss you?” He whisperd. His lips so close to yours he almost did by saying your words.

Instead of answering him, you closed the small gap between the two of you. His other arm snaked around your waist as yours traced his shirt, up his stomache, over his shoulders and around his neck.

You pulled him as close to you as physically possible. And he smiled agains your lips at the way you responded to him.

A knock on the door pulled you from losing your minds, hearts and souls to one another.

“Yo, love birds… wanna grab some lunch? Get to know one another?” Heeseung said on the other side.

The two of you looked at each other and laughed. Jake only raises a brow, and you nodded as a response. You couldn’t wait to get to know him and those closest to him.

Once again he stretched out his arm for you to grab on to and you did without a doubt.

“Let’s go little dove” he said with a wink.

“Wait so I’m the first?” You said with a shocked expression.

Jake had his arm around your shoulder, it felt like his heart would physically break if he were to not touch you when you were so near.

“Yeah, hopefully the rest will come soon…” Jay said with a far away gaze in his eyes.

“You miss her?” You asked him.

“Every waking minute of every day” he answered with a small smile.

Nothing short of pure torture. You thought to yourself and leaned into Jake’s embrace. He kissed the top of your head instinctively.

“God the two of you is gonna be unbearable, aren’t you?” Niki said with a groan as he took another spoon full of the broth standing in front of him.

“Especially when we leave in two days” Jungwon said, trying not to sound to harsh.

The eyes you looked at him with broke his heart. He would have to leave you behind, go on on the tour. He would be in contact sure, but this would end up breaking him and in extension you.

It was common knowledge that the first few weeks, if not months were the hardest to be without your soulmate. It was as if your souls needed one another, after being separated for so long.

“The tour isn’t don’t yet, but I’ll be back as soon as possible. Okay? I promise” Jake said as he pulled you into another close embrace.

Jungwon stole the attention by spitting out his noodles. “Why would she think now is the perfect time for chocolate pudding. I swear it’s her hobby to ruin my meals” he pushed away the bowl, as the guys laughed.

You were thankful for the change in subject, but you couldn’t help but wonder just why the universe would set you up with someone whose job was to travel the world and leave you behind.

“Hey” Sunghoon said, “why dont you just ask if you can bring her along?”

Jake remained quiet as he thought it all through. It was not impossible, he knew that it was impossible to tear some soulmates apart, and Hybe had to accommodate that, but still… you had a life, a job and friends and family. He would hate to pull you from it all.

“Let’s talk about it when we’re alone, how does that sound?” You asked him with a little squeeze of his thigh. The mere sound of your voice calmed something inside of him, and his worried eyed softened.

“As Niki said, unbearable” Heeseung said right before he was snacked in the back of the neck by Sunoo.

“As if you’re gonna be any better than them”

He only shrugged.

“I don't wanna assume you have the possibility of just leaving” Jake said as he fiddled with his fingers. He did want you to come along. He wanted to sleep with you in his arms and wake up to your kisses.

“I don’t think that I do, sure I have a few weeks of vacation left, but it’s just so short notice” you said with a sad smile.

He nodded, “I know… what if I called Prada, or maybe if one of my bosses did?”

You smiled as you stood between his legs as he was sitting on the bed, you pulled lovingly on his long hair as he looked up at you with pleading puppy eyes. God he was beautiful.

Instead of answering you kissed his lips slowly, and his arms pulled you closer. “As much as I would love that, that wouldn’t be fair. Come back to me when you’re done, in the meantime we will just have to figure something out, okay?”

And figure something out you did. Every time you had the chance you were FaceTiming, you fell asleep talking about your childhood, and while he was training you caught up on the hours worth of content.

Hybe had been kind enough to leave you with a bodyguard of your own, but so far you hadn’t needed it. It had, however, calmed Jake’s mind a lot to know you were taken care of.

“When I can’t do it, I need someone else to, okay little dove?” That had been hard to argue with.

He had been gone for a few weeks now and it felt as if your heart had been ripped from your chest, as if you were no longer whole.

You hated every second of it, you hated your stubbornness. Why wouldn’t you take him up on the offer of just going with him? Integrity… fucking pathetic. You thought to yourself as you got the store ready before it opened.

You heard the door open, and as you turned to tell the early customer you weren’t open yet you froze.

“Sunghoon” you said before giving him a bow, you had spent the weeks reading up on Korean etiquette and culture.

He bowed back before he held out an arm just as Jake did. “Come, he’s unbearable and none of us can take it any longer… he needs you” he sent you a smile that never really reached his eyes.

Instead of bolting out the door you found yourself hesitating. You had a life and a job you had worked so hard for. Sunghoon rolled his eyes as he laughed. “Don’t worry about it, we’ve taken care of it”

And for once you chose not to second guess it, and grabbed his arm.

You knocked on the door to the room, despite what the two of you did most days, you had ignored his calls all day. Jungwon had warned you, he had been sulking and sad and as good as impossible to get to do anything. Even eat.

“Go away!” You heard his voice groan from the other side. You knocked again.

“Hee, I’ve told you all day I’m just not in the… mood” he swung the door open without even checking who was on the other side.

In your hand you had a bag of food, he would need something before the concert tonight.

“Surprise?” You said with a unsure smile, cause he only stared at you.

“You’re here?” He said as his voice cracked.

You nodded. “I’m here”

And as he heard your voice once again he broke down in the door to his room, you quickly gave the food to one of the managers in the hall as you joined him where he had collapsed.

He snaked his arms around you as he sobbed into your shoulder. And as painful as it was to see him like this you had also never felt more like yourself now that he was near.

He looked at you as he stroked your cheek. “You can’t leave me again, okay?” He said as he both laughed and sobbed at the same time.

You smiled at his words, as a single tear escaped your eye. He kissed it away as quickly as it had fallen. “I won't,” you whispered.

The two of you heard a groan further down the hall and saw Niki there. “Fucking unbearble love birds” he swore under his breath.

“Language young man!” You both yelled in unison, and a laugh quickly followed.

Neither of you minded being unbearable love birds, as long as you weren’t apart.

Hi! Thank you sm for Reading! Please remember to like and reblog, and let me know if you have any theories about the others or these two sweethearts. Feedback is very much appreciated 🫶🏼

[joelalorian]

Under False Pretenses - Chapter Seven

Stepdad!Dave York x f!reader | wc: 3715 | masterlist

Summary: A challenging mission, whirlwind marriage, and an unexpected yet captivating stepdaughter push Dave York to the brink as secrets, feelings, and loyalties collide.

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ mdni. Stepdad trope. Unspecified age gap. Soft, sexy, and intense Dave. Domestic Dave. Good Dad kink. We like thick thighs in this house and so does Dave. Nicknames and terms of endearment. Mummy is a whole lotta bitch. No use of y/n. Lots of cursing, talk of sex toys, and a bj.

a/n: This chapter features a prompt from @yxtkiwiyxt's Never Have I Ever challenge. The prompt was Never have I ever been to an adult store. I've added a little bit of context to the beginning of this chapter so it can conceivably be read as a standalone, but just makes more sense if reading the larger story. Hope you enjoy!

Series Masterlist

Chapter Seven

Now that Dave had a taste, he was quickly becoming addicted to you. He couldn’t stay away, sneaking down to the basement to spend time with you after Lisa went to bed, coming and going from his office more often than usual, using the private entrance from the garage to enter the house rather than the main entrance. Anything and everything he did was designed to set eyes – or hands – on you more frequently.

However, in front of your mom, he still played the role of faithful, if not loving spouse. It pained him more each day to do so, but he had to be to maintain appearances. There was still too much at stake.

He didn’t miss the pained look that crossed your face sometimes when you’d come up to the kitchen in the mornings to find him seated at the table with your mom and the girls like the perfect little family. Or when Lisa would put her hands on him, trying to snuggle into his side or putting her head on his shoulder while he sat on the couch. It never lasted long, that look on your face or the touches from Lisa since he always pulled away, but the effects lingered.

It hurt Dave for you to see those things, the look on your face, when you did, tore at his heart, knowing how you felt. It was a necessary evil, though, and he convinced himself it was okay because you never asked any questions about his marriage to your mom. You avoided the topic altogether, which suited Dave just fine. He couldn’t have told you the truth anyway. Not yet.

Christmas was particularly difficult, Lisa making a big fuss over him to the point he thought she was putting on a show to make you uncomfortable. All it did was make Dave really uncomfortable. He spoiled the girls, getting them everything on their wish lists and then some. His gifts to your mom were practical and simple, much to her disappointment. He knew you heard their raised voices later that day as she reamed him for the thoughtless gifts.

Dave didn’t give a shit. His mind was focused on you, on making sure the gifts he gave you were perfect. He had two sets – one consisting of candles to give in front of Lisa and the girls and the real, special one to give you in private. He gave you his heart on a string, basically – a necklace with a heart-shaped diamond, which you loved.

Still, he felt like it wasn’t enough, not for what you meant to him, for the ever-deepening feelings he had for you.

That’s why he doted on you whenever he could, playing any silly game you insisted on while sharing a bottle of wine or mimosas on the basement couch after your mom and the girls were asleep. Tonight, for example, the two of you sat facing each other on the cushy furniture, eyes glassy with laughter and a bit of a buzz from the delicious mimosas in your hands, as you declared the latest game.

“Let’s play Never Have I Ever!”

Dave groaned, but he couldn’t deny you, not with how cute and happy you looked, sitting cross-legged on the couch, torso leaning back against the armrest with a half-full glass in your hand. You were incandescent in that moment, smile brighter than the full moon outside, and Dave could do nothing but grin back at you.

“Fine,” he caved, mind whirring for the most salacious topic he could think of. He wanted to make you squirm, but he needed a moment to come up with something. “You first.”

One finger tapping against your pretty lips, you hummed in thought. Smile widening across your face, eyebrows raising excitedly, you settled on something. “Never have I ever… gone to an adult store.”

Dave’s brow shot upwards, surprised by that confession. He had, several times, and took a sip of the bubbling citrusy cocktail, his eyes never leaving yours. Despite his surprise, your question led him to one of his own, something he was certain you wouldn’t have done. Not if you’d never even visited an adult store.

Leaning forward eagerly, you watched his throat bob as he swallowed, pupils dilating prettily. Tempted as he was to kiss you right then, Dave eyed you smugly instead, awaiting your reaction to what he was about to say. “Never have I ever… used a vibrating cock ring.”

Your mouth dropped open comically as you stared wide-eyed at him, causing Dave to chuckle darkly. Fuck, how he’d like to try one out with you. He nearly choked when you gathered yourself and took a sip of your mimosa, sending a cheeky wink at him.

“Wait, what?” His brain could not compute.

Giggling at his reaction, you shrugged. “What? I may have never set foot in an adult store, but I’ve tried a toy or two before.”

“Fuck,” Dave breathed, a surge of unexpected jealousy sweeping through him at the thought of you trying out toys with any other man.

“Color me surprised you’ve never used one,” you teased. “A man of your experience?”

A crease formed between his eyes as he pouted at you. “Are you implying that I’m old?”

Again, you giggled, the sound warming his insides. He loved making you laugh. “No! I just thought with two marriages under your belt, you’d probably done a lot, tried all the toys, or whatever.”

Dave couldn’t help the frown that made its home on his face, torn between wanting to tell you everything and nothing at all about those marriages. You softened at the sight, reaching across the space between you to caress the line between his brows. “I’m not judging, promise. I’m just surprised. Your cock would look amazing with one wrapped around the base.”

He couldn’t speak with that visual in his head, the blood flowing south stole his ability to form words, and you added in a suddenly shy voice, “Maybe we could go to the store and pick one out to try together?”

Fuck, he loved that idea. Visions of the two of you choosing sex toys together, and then going home to try them out washed over him, taking over every thought in his head. His cock, already half hard from the pleasant buzz of champagne and his proximity to you, was fully hard now, pushing against the confines of his boxer briefs.

Your eyes, wide and full of salacious thoughts of your own, darted downwards to take in the bulge in his sweatpants becoming ever more visible. The tip of your pink tongue darted out, gliding against your bottom lip as you stared, and Dave felt his cock twitch in anticipation.

The electricity between you sparked, but he wasn’t quite ready to give into it yet – the build-up was as fun as the grand finale.

“What else have you never tried?” Dave asked, his voice deep and raspy, cutting the air like lightning.

Arousal was clear in your gaze as you bit your bottom lip in thought. “I’ve always wanted to wake up to someone balls deep inside me. Like, when I’m lying on my stomach, you know?”

“Holy fuck,” Dave muttered. The need, the want, became too much and he yanked you closer until you sat in his lap. Playful conversation turned to kissing and before either of you knew it, you slid to the floor and were on your knees for him.

You gave him the blow job of a lifetime that night. He never spurted that much cum before – so much it filled your mouth and dribbled over your chin. The sight of you with his cum on your beautiful face caused two more ropes to spill from his cock, painting your chest as you leaned back to swallow and catch your breath.

He fell harder in love with you as you stared up at him all blissful and doe-eyed while still on your knees for him.

“Honey?” your mom called as she walked through the front door. The way her voice simpered, you knew she was calling for Dave, not you. She’d been switching back and forth from ignoring your presence to nagging the hell out of you lately. You preferred the former, for obvious reasons.

He grimaced, glancing at you from his spot at the breakfast bar while you helped Alice and Molly with a puzzle on the dining table. With a sigh, he called back, “Yeah?”

Entering the room with a broad smile and a card in her hand, she sidled up to her husband. “Roger and Mary invited us to a last-minute New Year’s Eve party at their house tonight.” Her long, red nails scratched down his back, catching in the fabric of his shirt and you turned away with an uncomfortable shudder. “They invited all of us, though I suspect it will be only you and me by midnight. You wouldn’t want the girls staying out that late.”

She looked at you then, flashing a knowing smirk. “Since you’re obviously not doing anything tonight, you can keep an eye on the girls at the party and bring them home early so Dave and I can enjoy ourselves.”

“Lisa,” Dave sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s not necess—"

You cut him off, your hackles up from your mom’s attitude. “Excuse me?”  She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Of course, you would watch them, for Dave’s sake, not your mother’s. But would it kill the bitch to ask instead of assuming?

Looking at you like you were an idiot, your mom spoke slowly, obnoxiously, as she approached the table. “The girls. Alice and Molly, do you remember them?” She gestured toward the wide-eyed little girls like you weren’t sitting right fucking next to them. “You’ll make sure they don’t get into trouble at the party while Dave and I are busy socializing.”

You wanted to slap her smug face but you swallowed the violent urge and settled on irritation instead. “Right, because I clearly have no life outside of this house.”

Lisa smirked again, patting your cheek like you were a fucking child. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Sometimes you fucking hated that woman. The things you would say if the girls weren’t sitting right there watching everything unfold.

Dave’s eyes locked onto yours, his gaze soft as he jumped in to distract your mother so you could calm down from the rage building inside you. Your mom reached for new levels of bitchiness each day.

“I doubt I’ll make it to midnight myself,” he said. “I’ll probably go home when they do.”

Your mom pouted at that, and you tuned them out as it turned into a hushed argument. In fact, you avoided your mother altogether for the rest of the day, choosing to keep the girls entertained until it was time to get ready for the party. You helped them put on the cute dresses their maternal grandparents gave them for Christmas, curling their hair and sweeping the lightest dusting of powder on their sweet faces because they wanted to look pretty like you.

“See? Just a little glow and you both look like beautiful princesses going to the ball,” you said, smiling as they admired themselves in the mirror.

“This is so cool,” Alice said, turning her head from side to side.

Molly grinned. “We look just like you.”

Warmth bloomed in your chest, and you kissed the tops of their heads, careful not to mess up their hair. Goodness, you loved these girls.

You were quick with your own preparations, adding a little curl to your hair and understated makeup to your face. Opting for simplicity, you went with the trusted little black dress that had seen you through most major events in your adulthood. You were just digging out a pair of heels to wear with it when Dave appeared in your doorway, decked out in a slate gray suit with a dark blue tie, hair swept back off his forehead and a brightness shining in his eyes at the sight of you.

“You look beautiful,” he said in a low, soft voice as he stepped into the room. One large hand brushed down the fabric of your dress, following the curves of your body, and he leaned in to press his lips to your forehead.

“You look rather dashing yourself, Mister.” Your eyelids fluttered shut at the press of his lips against your skin. A little sigh slipped past your glossy lips as you breathed in the rich scent of his cologne.

Dave’s eyes searched yours as he stepped back. “I wanted to talk to you before we head to the party.”

“Ok,” you replied, a hint of worry in your voice as you sat on the edge of your bed. Dave followed, sitting next to you and slipping a hand into your lap to tangle his fingers with yours.

“It’s nothing bad, Firecracker,” he smiled. “It’s just…”

“It’s just the first time we’ll be in public together since things… changed between us.”

His eyes softened, his hand squeezing yours a little tighter. “Exactly. We’ll need to be careful, especially in front of Roger. He’s… not a man whose attention I want on you.”

“Why is that?” you asked, brows furrowed curiously. “Is he a criminal or something? Wait, are you investigating him?”

Dave shook his head, his smile faltering a bit. “I can’t tell you that. Just stay away from him, okay? Anna – the woman from that day in the café – stay clear of her, too. Please.”

You nodded, looking away and muttering, “Of course.” A tug on your hand drew your eyes back to his, and he leaned over to softly kiss your mouth. A hint of your lip gloss lingered on his lips when he pulled back with a grin. The sight broke the tension, and you chuckled, wiping away the evidence with your thumb.

“I wish I could walk into that party holding your hand, not hers,” Dave offered sincerely, lifting your hand to kiss each of your knuckles.

“Me, too.” After a beat, you added, “Maybe someday.”

Dave looked at you with such a soft, hopeful look before leaving the room, it left you with an aching, jealous heart.

This night was going to be torture, you thought.

And it was.

Roger’s house was alive with music and laughter, champagne flutes clinking as guests milled about in glittering attire. The girls ran ahead, already excited by the sight of a variety of desserts laid out in the dining room.

Your mom wasted no time draping herself around Dave, greeting Roger and his wife with an air of effortless charm. You kept to the sidelines, watching, observing with one eye always on the girls.

Seeing your mom and Dave together like this, smiling at each other as they worked the room, his arm around her small waist, the occasional kiss to his cheek from her garishly red lips. All of it fucking sucked to watch and you questioned why you even bothered to come to this party with them in the first place.

A huge part of you ached to bolt, take the girls, and leave the party without any explanation. Observing your mom tangle her fingers in that same shock of hair at the base of Dave’s neck that you liked to play with had you taking a step toward the door.

And then, you felt it.

Dave’s gaze.

It burned into you with a longing so strong your skin prickled with goosebumps. You decided to stay put just so he’d keep looking at you like that.

And he did.

Every time you turned, you caught him looking, his soulful eyes saying everything. He checked on the girls frequently, but his eyes always found you, no matter where you were in the room.

If not for those shared glances, the subtle winks at you, and the quirk of his lips when your gazes locked, you would be dying inside.

You were getting another glass of wine from the bartender the Grants hired for the evening when you spotted a vaguely familiar face approaching your mom and Dave.

It was Anna, the woman you saw in the café with Dave. The one he told you to stay away from.

Her eyes cataloged your mom and Dave with interest, a smirk playing at her lips. She joined the small group they were talking to, stepping too close to Dave for your comfort. Fingernails dancing up his suit jacket, she leaned closer to whisper in his ear.

He froze at whatever she said, and a frown marred your brow as your gut twisted.

Torture. This night was nothing but fucking torture.

Suddenly, a presence loomed too close beside you.

“Enjoying yourself?”

You turned to find Roger, his grin lazy, beady eyes scanning you in a way that made your skin crawl.

“It’s a lovely party,” you replied politely, stepping back to create distance between you. Roger quickly closed the space.

“You must be Lisa’s daughter. We haven’t had a chance to officially meet yet. You’re always so occupied… They keep you busy over there.”

You tensed, glancing across the room, but Dave was nowhere in sight.

Roger reached for a stray lock of your hair, twirling it between his fingers. “You know, I see now why Dave keeps you hidden away. If I had someone like you around…”

You jerked back, heart pounding. You did not like where that observation was heading, but a deep, stern voice interrupted the uncomfortable moment before you could react further.

“Roger.” Dave’s voice was ice.

Roger turned, all casual charm, but the flicker of unease in his eyes met Dave’s was unmistakable. He must know what Dave was capable of. “Relax, York. We’re just making conversation. You certainly have your hands full being surrounded by such beautiful women.”

Dave’s jaw tightened as he muttered, “Find someone else to make conversation with.”

For a long moment, Roger seemed like he might push back just to be an ass. But whatever he saw in Dave’s expression made him reconsider any further remarks. With a smirk, he raised his hands in mock surrender and disappeared back into the crowd of partygoers.

Dave turned to you, his breath heavy, his eyes burning with something unreadable. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, though your hands trembled slightly. That man gave you the creeps even without Dave’s earlier warning. “I—yeah. I just…”

He exhaled, scrubbing a hand over his face. “I told you to stay away from him.”

You bristled. “I didn’t exactly seek him out, David.”

He sighed, tension rippling through his body. He reached out, hesitated as if remembering where you two were, then let his hand drop. “Just… stay close to the girls and away from everyone else, okay?”

“So, I’m just supposed to babysit and not speak to anyone?” How un-fucking-fair was that?

“Pretty much,” he replied without remorse.

You wanted to push back, to demand that he stop treating you like a fucking child, but your mom appeared before you could respond. Slipping her arm around Dave’s waist, kissing his cheek before turning to you with a sickly sweet smile. His dark eyes remained on you the whole time. “I hope you’re not causing trouble.”

Forcing a tight smile, you snapped, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” before striding away. Both of them could just fuck right off. You were so fucking sick of this party.

He tried to keep his eyes off you knowing what was at stake. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down with this crowd, so he tried. He really fucking tried. And completely failed.

You were breathtaking in that dress. The way it hugged your curves, showcasing the best parts of your body, made his heart thump heavily in his chest. You were his dream woman. How was he supposed to pretend you didn’t exist?

So, he chanced glances more often than he should have. He winked and smiled at you, knowing how hard it was to see him with his arm around your mom. He longed to be by your side instead of hers.

And that smug bastard Roger noticed the looks. Dave knew it was entirely his fault the man approached you. He practically lit a beacon drawing the man’s attention to you with each look. So much for being subtle.

You had Dave York twisted up inside and made him forget the most basic rules of subterfuge.

He intervened when he saw Roger speaking to you and kept an eye on you and the girls until you said goodnight and took them home. When he took a breather out on the patio after you said goodnight, Anna cornered him.

“Roger told me about your sweet little stepdaughter. Tell me, is she your plaything? Is that why you keep turning me down? I know it damn well isn’t your wife, so she must be the reason.”

Dave’s expression darkened. He dealt with enough of Anna’s over-the-top sex kitten act for the job, he didn’t have the patience for it tonight. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Anna smirked, twirling the glass of champagne in her hand before taking a long, drawn-out sip. “Oh, relax. I’m just saying… you must enjoy having something to grab onto. She’s a little… thick in places. Sizeable ass.”

“Anna,” Dave snapped, his voice full of warning as his hands curled into fists at his sides.

Anna merely chuckled. “Oh, don’t get your panties in a bunch, handsome. I’m just teasing.”

“Enough. Contact me when you have something business-related to talk about. Otherwise, leave me alone.” He had enough. Striding back into the house, he deposited his empty glass on a random table and left the party without saying goodbye to anyone, including Lisa. She was too busy paying court to a room full of admirers and he’d had enough of her shit tonight, too.

As Dave walked across the street and back to his home, his phone buzzed, and he hoped it was from you. When he pulled the phone from the inside pocket of his blazer, the message on the screen made his blood run cold.

Unknown Number: I know what you’re hiding.

tbc

Chapter Eight

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[ghostinthelibrarywrites]

Only had that one desire

A short, smutty fic set in the Undead Boy Detectives universe for Day 1 of @paynelandpromptfest. While this is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone. You can find it here on AO3 or read a snippet below!

Prompt: intimate

Rating: E

Warnings: this is just smut

Word count: 4K

Relationship: Payneland

Summary: Without the threat of damnation hanging over them, Edwin and Charles have time to explore their new relationship. And explore they do.

Excerpt:

“Find something, mate?” From his spot on the bed, Charles looks up from the book he’s been trying to focus on. They’ve been spending their day looking into the family curse stopping their latest client from moving on while Niko and Crystal are off looking into her surviving relatives.

Edwin sits at the desk, facing Charles with his fists pressed together in his lap. “I have been thinking about the other night.”

“The other night?”

“After the Postman came.” Edwin flushes.

“Oh.” Charles has also been thinking about the other night plenty himself. Every time he remembers the noises Edwin made, he has to find an excuse to go take a shower. “Everything alright? It wasn’t too much for you, was it?”

“No.” Edwin shakes his head, blush darkening. “It was very nice.”

Charles can’t help but preen a little. “Happy to do it again whenever.”

“That’s what I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Yeah?” Charles sits up a little straighter, intrigued.

“You may have noticed that I’m not… used to this.” Edwin squirms in his chair uncomfortably. “I never had an opportunity to explore this kind of thing the first time I was alive. It would have been unthinkable. But I’ve been reading some of Niko’s manga.”

Having gotten a few glimpses of Niko’s manga, Charles really likes the sound of that. “And, what’d you think, mate?”

“That I would very much like to…” Edwin gestures vaguely. “Shag, as you say.”

Charles can’t even tease him for the way he says “shag,” like it’s some kind of language he hasn’t learned yet, because he’s pretty sure his brain has stopped working.

“But I’m afraid I’ll need to work up to it.” Edwin looks away, face now the same color as Charles’s polo shirt. “Because I don’t have the faintest idea of what I’m doing.”

“That’s fine,” Charles says, forcing his brain to cooperate. “I’ve never been with a bloke before you, yeah? Don’t think I have much more of a clue what I’m doing than you do.”

“I doubt that’s true.”

“It really is, Edwin. I’m pretty sure those books of Niko’s have taught you way more than I know right now. But we’ll figure it out together, won’t we? Just like we figure everything out together.” Charles grins. “But trust me, whenever you want to shag, I’m all yours. Just say the word.”

Edwin smiles a little shyly. “I suppose it’s just like ancient Aramaic. It will only take a bit of study.”

“Sure, mate, just like Ancient Aramaic.”

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[unfortunate-brat]

Forbidden Fruit

winchester!twins x latina!reader

synopsis: when adam and eve stumbled into the garden of eden, god had only one rule. the fruit that came from the tree, with it’s beautiful green leaves and delicious looking fruit was forbidden. neither one would eat it, or they shall face a consequence worse than death. yet when both twins meet you, a face far too beautiful for a school like this, they face the same temptation that adam and eve once did.

series warnings: smut, angst, jealousy, dark themes, sibling rivalry

yazzy's comments:okay i do have to give credit to @floralscented because their stanford!dean fics came out before my own. i love a good twins au and love triangle. this will not have chapters in order as each piece can be read as a standalone. also ave and I were discussing this so they are also credited for the brain rot we had with these fuckers.

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you met the boys in the fall at stanford during orientation, noting their similar features and contradicting behaviors.

michael, the oldest, was reserved. didn’t speak much and often used his eyes to communicate. his clothes were ironed and tailored to every single inch of skin. glasses perched on his freckled nose, pillows of pink pursed into a thin line unless he turned them upside down for a brief frown. hair parted and combed neatly to the side. you’d find him in the library, in his own reserved study room getting a head start on other assignments or reading greek history. book in one hand and an apple in another. the man was a health freak.

dean, the youngest of the two was more outgoing. that charming smile and way with words had anyone practically under his spell. usually his hair was spiky, not really combed out and left alone. unlike his older twin, dean had no issue speaking his mind, yet when it came to feelings he would keep them inside. his eyes always a soft green, ones any girl would lose themselves in. you’d often see him on the football field running laps or drills. being captain was a tough position but he made it seem easy. his diet was terrible, always ditching lunch breaks for burgers across the street. the cheesier the better.

both boys gained lots of attention that first year and though it took time to not confuse them, eventually people spotted the differences. knew which twin like or didn’t like, sometimes the hard way. michael didn’t like to make chitchat, so when the cheerleaders would spot him in the hallway and rush over, he’d flash them a glare before walking away. and when dean spotted those same cheerleaders later, flaunting his infamous smile, they’d walk away. dean hated how michael ruined his reputation sometimes, he wanted to fit in for once. or at least try to.

you had spotted signs to not get the twins confused, recalling michael always carried his watch and had a slightly darker shade of green in his eyes. though that’s if you could stand looking at him in the eyes long enough. the older twin was easily annoyed, looking down upon everyone like a god and his mortals.

when it came to dean, the young man instantly brightened up the room. his hair was either spiky or somewhat shaggy. eyes a bright green like a candy apple, lips curled into a sweet smile. a total sweetheart and the poster boy for any rom com. sometimes though, he carried a faint smell of cigarettes. if anyone were to ask, no he hadn’t been smoking.

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[thecasualfkfan]

"Pantheon," Sarrica said. "If all that is true, which it must be, how did such abuse go unnoticed by the entire fucking rest of the army and mercenaries? Somebody, somewhere would have known what was happening and spoken up."

Kamir huffed a sad, tired laugh. "That's not how it works. Plenty of people knew the way my parents treated me. The way my despicable ex treated me. No one was ever willing to help me, not until I hired Velina, and she became the friend and ally I'd never had before. People get uncomfortable and don't know how to handle it, and so just ignore it. Others think, whether they realize it or not, that the victim must have done something to deserve it. If they're really being abused, why don't they just leave? Abuse is ugly and complicated and impossible to understand wholly if you've not been a victim yourself.

"Too often, people also simply refuse to believe the abuse is even happening, and that the abuser is somebody they respect and admire, because many abusers are very good at making certain of that." He turned to look at Chass, smiling softly. "He came to see me, not long after Sarrica issued his imperial ban, to reassure me all would be well, and that he understood me. Which he very much did; it was in his eyes. I don't know what exactly Chass has been through, but I know it broke him, and he regrets many things he did in that time. Whoever this Bateker was, I hope he's dead."

-Megan derr,The fallen king's Penitent solider (Tales of the high Court,book 5)

[mumblesplash]

part 2!!!! [read part one here]

transcript below the cut arranged into stanzas to help show where the rhymes are:

“that’s why they brought gem in? as a failsafe?” as a pawn. we were told to point her at whoever we need gone

“gem won’t hurt her allies. …yet.” the curse she carries will it’s had its eye on her since she lost the other eye she was specially selected for her hunting skill it’s quite the high honor. “wow. how generous.” we try

think about it: why does almost no one fight the curse? “given how fast scott killed skizz last season, i can guess.” [“any pain you spare your friends, you’ll have to suffer worse”?] it’s designed to shut down higher reasoning with stress

[kingkestrel]

Silence is Golden (You’ve got my hopes up)

(rating e, Lando/Oscar/Franco, smut, threesome, gags, spit-roasting, choking)

Lando found Franco and Oscar at a booth in the corner, laughing and drinking, completely engrossed in conversation.

If he was feeling less needy he may have left them to it but instead decided to insert himself into the conversation. In perhaps the most Lando way possible.

“Franco’s really great with his tongue, you know.”

Part 2 of the Talk Too Much series

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[basilone]

There are some things in life you can't control. Things like the unfortunate name someone gave your plane. Things like falling in love in the middle of a warzone. Things like figuring out how to date the girl of your dreams while you might crash or die any day now. Luckily, Benny DeMarco is made of stronger stuff and figures it all out just fine.

Or, really, the Benny/Darlene fic that's been itching to get written for a while now. He's a charmer, that DeMarco fella. 😉 You've been warned!

Read the full fic here!

[bereft-of-frogs]

with Vernestra being in the new book and seeing some people comment on like 'waiting for the other shoe to drop with her arc' (sorry if you happen to be the person who wrote that on reddit and are reading this haha, I actually really agreed with your review, that line just popped out at me), and my own frustrations with wishing they'd just invented a new character to fill her role in The Acolyte, because speculation on how we make the (kinda big) leap from book characterization to show characterization is overshadowing her character in these last few books, I started wondering like why did they choose Vernestra to be the one book character to bring forward? They had to retcon the Mirialan lifespan for it, didn't they? I know they probably wanted at least one book character to get the book readers on board with the series, but there wasn't anything that jumped out at me to explain why that figure had to be Vernestra. Then I got it.

...I bet they just wanted to use the lightwhip.

I mean first of all it is a cool, unique weapon for the series, even though they only used it in that one shot, fair enough lol. But I bet they had the idea for that shot of Qimir's scar to connect to whatever turned him to the Sith and planned the arc from there, so they had the plot first (Qimir fights his former Jedi master, leaving him with the scar that can be strategically revealed when it is time for #traumatic backstory) and slotted Vernestra into it because the lightwhip makes for a unique enough scar pattern to serve as heavy foreshadowing when it's revealed in episode 6.

But damn, I wish they had just made it like Silandra's shield and had it passed down, I would have been chill with Vernestra being Qimir's master's master, that would have made sense to me. But that's definitely where the 'they needed a character from the books to get the book nerds to watch the show' lol and maybe they already have Burryaga's (the only other character I can think of with a sufficient lifespan) ending planned (#fear). But it still does kind of suck that the ending of the book series has to be viewed through this lens of 'ok well how does this explain what happened between book Vernestra and show Vernestra...'

[libraryleopard]

Adult romance novel

Max feels stuck–in her job as an assistant at a Hollywood talent agency, in her crush for sexy but certainly unavailable bartender Sadie–so when her influencer roommate suggests she join a sponsored self-actualization social media app, Max agrees, hoping the algorithm might guide her better than her own decisions

As Max gains new confidence in her love life and her career, she also begins to tire of the sponcon life and realizes she'll have to make her own way in the world

Butch lesbian main character; butch lesbian love interest; F/F

[cosmicmunsonwrites]

LOVE mean!rafe and desperate!reader i need more where they finally become official if they ever do

but i’ll do anything for you

mean!rafe cameron x desperate!fem!reader

cw — mdni, p in v, cockwarming, rafe gets softer

summary — after rafe finally starts developing feelings, he decides to take whatever they have to the next level.

authors note — this can be read as a standalone but is essentially a part 2 to “i just wanna be one of your girls.” please request more!! they motivate me so much more than just free writing. should i keep adding to this series too??

do not copy or post my work anywhere else.

“tell me you’re mine,” rafe demanded as his big rough hands kneaded the soft fat of your ass. his blue eyes glared into yours while he waited expectantly for your reply.

you moaned quietly when your hips rolled into his and his tip pressed up against your cervix in the most delicious way. “i’m yours, rafe,” you replied excitedly and eagerly. “i’ve always been yours.”

he nodded with a satisfied grin on his face. “good,” he mumbled before leaning forward to kiss you. your hands moved from his shoulders to his jaw as you pressed further into him. he thought the passion you poured into his lips was cute.

when you pulled away breathlessly with kiss-bitten lips, you frowned slightly with tears brimming in your waterline. “but are you mine?” you asked hesitantly. your face was quiet and scared, entirely expecting his answer to disappoint you like it always did.

he thought for a quick second. you were fucking gorgeous, you listened to everything he said, you did everything he asked, and you were completely obsessed with him. what else could he want? “I’m yours,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again.

his hands moved underneath your ass to slowly lift you up and quickly slam you back down on his length. you whimpered into his mouth, leaving enough room for him to slip his tongue inside and get you feeling all dizzy.

he began to roll your hips into his own, your clit dragging against his pubic bone and the movement allowing you to feel every vein of his cock. tears began to slip down your cheeks. he fucking loved how sensitive you were.

“can’t take it, rafe,” you muttered against his pink lips. you panted as your walls spasmed around him and tried to push him out. “you’re too big.”

he could’ve swore he’d just fallen in love with you again. “move in with me,” he blurted out. he didn’t even have time to think about the words leaving his mouth. he just knew he needed to keep you safe and locked away where no one could snap you out of your little dream.

you nodded almost instantly. even with glossy eyes and tears staining your cheeks, you smiled bigger than ever. “i want that,” you said happily. he grinned and leaned back against the sofa, allowing you to move at your own pace and do whatever you needed for yourself. “rafe?”

“what?” he asked. there was almost a hint of irritation in his voice knowing that there was more than likely another question coming his way.

you wiped your tears and replaced your hands on his shoulders, trying to ignore the way his cock was impaling you. “does this mean we’re, like, exclusive?” you asked hopefully.

he internally rolled his eyes at that. was that really a question? he though it was pretty self-explanatory. he began to think he’d fucked you stupid already without even doing much. “sure,” he said.

you squealed giddily and hugged him tight. he almost began to question what he’d just gotten himself into.

[deityoftherain]

fidelity - Zombiewood Oneshot

Rating: Mature

Relationship: Other

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 3,257

Summary: Martyn hadn’t ever considered himself to be a super loyal person by any means, but for Cleo, he would make an exception a thousand times over.

Please interact here or on AO3 if you enjoy the fic! Full fic under the cut.

Martyn never considered himself to be the most loyal of people growing up. Living out on the streets when he was young before eventually bouncing around foster home to foster home taught him a whole lot about selfishness and fighting for numero uno. Working only for his own self-interest was just what he had to do to survive. Other people only damaged his chances, so they typically weren’t worth his time or effort.

It wasn’t like he didn’t care for people; he had healthy (subjective and debatable) human empathy. Apathy was a learned skill he fine-tuned to protect himself, guarding him from grieving when those around him were hurting or becoming self-sacrificial enough to do something about it. Those walls didn’t only function to keep people out, to keep people at an arm’s length, but they also helped hold him in and keep him together.

It wasn’t exactly… good for him, and it had taken a good few years in therapy to work out his lingering issues from childhood. Hell, he was still in therapy, working on bettering himself, and deconstructing the barriers he convinced himself that he had to build and maintain. It was a lot of work, but Martyn believed it was worth it.

He believed it was worth it for himself, sure, but he had only gotten to that point because of them.

Back when Martyn was still legally required to go to school, he got assigned a lab partner in science class, and that lab partner was now his domestic partner, Cleo. Now Cleo hadn’t really liked him all too much at first, and Martyn couldn’t blame them. Martyn could admit that he deserved it, and he did! He was an insolent little shit, and he still was, though he liked to think his tomfoolery now was much more endearing than irritating.

Despite being a lone wolf orphan bastard, Martyn felt drawn to Cleo, bugging her much more than he usually bothered with people, continuing to hang out with her even after the semester ended. He suddenly found his priorities shifting from only caring about himself to also caring about this jaw-droppingly handsome redhead with a lion’s mane of curls and curves Martyn was itching to explore.

…

It was safe to say that Martyn has had his fair share of wet dreams with Cleo as the focal point.

Anyway, it wasn’t just Cleo’s beauty that drew him in, no. It was their everything. Martyn was drawn in by the way she smiled coyly after making a witty comment, the way she laughed when he managed to amuse her with one of his jokes, the way she didn’t bother conforming to societal pressures, going off the beat of her own drum… 

Cleo was everything Martyn could ever want in a friend, a companion, so it was no wonder he attached himself to their hip!

Martyn knew from the moment he met her that she was a force to be reckoned with. That was not to say that Cleo was mean or stuck-up, just that there was a certain energy to her that was ever-present and hard to deny. It didn’t help that her sometimes-dry sarcasm and blunt truthfulness (of which they hadn’t fully managed to keep in check just yet) often scared people off, but Martyn liked the honesty and humor of it all. Martyn liked Cleo.

The same couldn’t be said the other way around. At least, not at first. 

Cleo had admitted to him years down the line that they were a little annoyed by his presence back when they were only lab partners, but she continued to explain that she had quickly grown fond of him to the point that they couldn’t imagine her life without him not in it. Their friendship only developed further as they got to know each other and became more comfortable existing in the same space.

If he hadn’t made it obvious by now, Martyn fell for her, literally! Whenever Cleo would bring up the tale among their friends, Martyn couldn’t get himself to look any of them in the eyes. Martyn had literally been head over heels for her, meaning he tripped and fell back on his ass when she startled him by accident. 

Martyn had attempted to save face with a joke, wiggling his eyebrows and saying, “I guess you could say that I’m really falling for you.”

They snorted, hand flying to cover their mouth as laugh lines creased by their eyes. “Okay, even for you, that was cheesy.”

“Oi!” Martyn remembered protesting, though not with any bite to his words. “What’s wrong with cheesy?” 

More seriously though, Martyn asked Cleo to be his partner a few weeks before graduation. Martyn hadn’t wanted to miss his chance before Cleo possibly moved on and left him behind. He hadn’t wanted to be left behind… not again.

For better or for worse, Cleo declined. 

“I’m sorry, Martyn.” To their credit, they looked genuinely apologetic. “I love you, but–” “You better not say ‘but you’re like a brother to me’,” Martyn cut in with hopes to save himself that heartache. He could take rejection, but that was a step beyond friendzoning he didn’t want to get anywhere near entering.

“Fuck, no, definitely not.” Cleo looked mildly amused at his introjection, though they then averted their gaze with one hand cradling their other arm. “I’m just… not in the right spot to start a relationship. You know my ambitions, and achieving those goals is going to take a lot of time and effort. Even having dual enrolled, I’ll still have to complete the rest of my academic courses, collect certifications, pass exams and such to get licensed– all while working part time or whatever other side gigs I can manage so I can afford to live! Luckily, I’ve already secured some scholarships, which should cover most of the tuition. But then, even after all of that, I will likely have to get a job at the nearby hospital while attempting to start up my own clinic like I’ve always dreamed…”

Martyn had heard this all before, but that didn’t make it sting any less. Still, he couldn’t help but smile weakly at just how much passion and dedication was infused into her words. He always admired her for having a dream, and for being strong enough to chase after it. Martyn didn’t have anything like that. Hell, he hadn’t even planned to live this long! He had no idea what waas next for him, and the change terrified him.

“Anyway, I just won’t have time,” Cleo tried to conclude, though their brow creased with worry. He hated to see them so fragile. “This won’t ruin our friendship though, right? I still care about you a lot, you know.” “Of course it doesn’t.” Martyn put on a brave face even as his heart wept, but he meant what he said. He stayed by their side as a friend, not letting his own romantic feelings ruin a good thing.

So, yeah, Martyn hadn’t ever considered himself to be a super loyal person by any means, but for Cleo, he would make an exception a thousand times over.

As soon as Martyn turned eighteen and had a diploma under his belt, he got himself a job through a local security guard company, Fortland Security. It made pretty good money, all things considered, and he was surprisingly good at it. Martyn supposed all those years being paranoid and having to keep an eye out worked out for him.

Fortland Security didn’t have a specific home of operations where all their employees worked. Instead, the company functioned more like a rent-a-guard type thing. They ensured capable guards, all with the proper training, and coordinated contracts to anyone who had enough money to pay, typically big businesses, museums, construction sites, and other companies. Martyn liked the diversity of settings the various contracts put him in, making his job a bit more interesting than if he was just guarding the same doorway day in and day out.

With Cleo busy studying and whatever else those in school to become nurse practitioners do, Martyn found himself with a fuckton of freetime. He goofed off, and did some other irresponsible young adult bullshit, but he ultimately ended up picking up more shifts. Martyn figured that, if he was going to be bored anyway, he may as well be productive, earn some overtime, and beef up his savings.

“Wow,” Martyn remembered blinking at his best friend– particularly the deep bags under their eyes– in disbelief, “you look like shit.” “Thanks,” Cleo grinned at him with false sweetness as she gave him the finger, “you too, bitch.” “No, no, I mean,” Martyn scrambled for something less blunt, “you look dead. Dead-tired, that is. What–?” Cleo raised an eyebrow at him before rolling her eyes and shaking her head, though Martyn knew her well enough to recognize the expression as positive. Or, uh, positive towards him, at the very least. “Uni has me living up to my last name.”

Zombi, Martyn recalled, still finding the surname a lot more badass than Littlewood. What was it trying to say? That he had a little wood? Ha! Martyn would like to make it clear that his wood was not little, thank you very much!

Cleo had swatted at him for that comment before– clearly not finding it as funny as he did– but Martyn only smirked cheekily as he tried to commit the way their face flushed a light pink to memory.

“I knew it was going to be difficult,” Cleo continued, resting their chin on their hands, “but I don’t know if I can continue at my current pace. Not unless I somehow win the lottery and can quit my job, which is unlikely since I’m not dumb enough to waste funds on lottery tickets. Maybe some distant rich relative I don’t know about will die and leave me their vast fortune. That sounds much more realistic, yeah?”

“You should move in with me,” Martyn offered before he even fully knew what he was saying. Cleo blinked at him, as if in surprise, and Martyn blinked right back. Before Cleo could decline out of some sense of responsibility or desire to be entirely self-sufficient, Martyn went on, “Before you decline, Cleo, just think about it! We get along great– have been for years– so being roommates shouldn’t be all too big of a deal, and I have a space bedroom at my apartment! It is rather small, all cards on the table, and I’ve been using it as an office space, but I can clear it out for you, no problem. This way, I get some company, and you can quit your job.” Cleo pressed their lips in a thin line as they considered what Martyn was saying. “Even if we roomed together, I would still need to work to buy food.”

Martyn scoffed, waving his hand like he was brushing away the comment. “I’ll pay for food and anything else you need, don’t worry about it.” “I can’t ask you to do that,” Cleo tried to deny, shaking their head, “that’s too much.”

“You can, actually,” Martyn corrected, blue eyes gleaming playfully. “I’m even asking you to.”

“Martyn…” Cleo began, only to trail off.

“If it makes you feel better, think of this as me investing in you,” Martyn reached out to take their hands in his, gently guiding their thumb back and forth against their unfairly smooth hands. “I pay for you now, and you can help with chores around the place. Maybe even pay me back in a few several years once your clinic for the underprivileged breaks even, if that helps you accept. We can even draft up a contract, make it official, though that’s not necessary.”

Cleo took a long pause as they considered Martyn’s offer, and Martyn could only hope they would say yes. It felt like years passed before Cleo opened their mouth to speak again, “What is in this for you? Besides the help with chores. What do you get out of this?”

“You,” Martyn replied simply, but it was the truth. “Um, yeah, but, in all honesty, I just miss seeing you around. I love ya, ya know? It would be nice seeing you more often, even if it’s just me making sure you eat when you’re mid study sesh, or throwing a blanket over you when you pass out with flashcards in your hand, or even pulling you away from your textbooks to come have fun with me, just so you don’t get too burnt out. Even with how busy you are, you need to take breaks from time to time, live your life a little bit, ya know? I can help with that, don’t you worry, and– what’s that look for?”

That look was one of utter adoration and appreciation, one Martyn wasn’t used to being shot his way. He knew better than to expect it, and, yet, he found himself wishing on his lucky star that she would look in his direction like that again.

Instead of words, Cleo yanked Martyn by his collar, pulling him toward them. She was not a small guy by any means, and she knew how to shift her weight just right to work for her, giving Cleo more strength than one would assume at first glance. Martyn didn’t fight the movement, however, mostly because it caught him off guard.

A distant part of him was embarrassed at how warm his cheeks became, but Martyn couldn’t find it in himself to care when his lips were mere centimeters away from Cleo’s. Martyn rested his hands on their hips just for someplace to put them, though it was clear they were the one in control.

Martyn wanted nothing more than to close the gap and kiss her, but first, he had to ask “What are you doing?” “Living my life,” Cleo breathed out, a knowing shine in her stunning green eyes. “Just like you said.”

Martyn was only given a heartbeat to recognize this was her taking his advice before her lips were on his. He had daydreamed about kissing them for years, but nothing could compare to the actual moment. Admittedly, Martyn had never actually kissed someone for longer than a millisecond, let alone made out with them. 

Again though, Martyn wasn’t exactly someone who let people in easily. At least, he wasn’t like that before Cleo. Somehow, someway, Cleo became his lifeline. Cleo was the person he always came back to, the one he stayed around for, the reason he pushed forward and found the will to keep living, even when he couldn’t find it in himself to continue forward for himself.

Cleo dominated their giving and take, and Martyn willingly let her, obediently following her lead. He had always been good at reading her, and at picking up on what she wanted from him. It made them a good team, but it made for an even better make out session. 

Whatever Cleo was doing to him, it was hot. So hot that Martyn felt drunk on her lips, addicted to everything she was willing to give. And that was just kissing! 

I wonder if it would be this fantastic in bed, Martyn thought hungrily, ignoring the way his pants seemed to shrink, becoming a tad snugger than they had a moment ago.

He knew he was a goner when it came to Cleo long ago, but this only confirmed it. He directed his attention away from the what-ifs and back to the present, allowing himself to get lost in the sensations. His skin tingled pleasantly wherever Cleo’s fingertips brushed as his hands explored those beautiful curves of theirs. 

She bit his lower lip, prompting him to involuntarily moan into her mouth. Cleo must have taken the noise as encouragement for she scraped her teeth back and forth against his lower lip, sucking his lip into her mouth before pushing it back out. Martyn never wanted them to stop, nor did he want this to end.

Eventually, much to Martyn’s dismay, Cleo broke off the kiss, leaving them both panting heavily. Martyn slouched forward, resting his forehead against Cleo’s shoulder for support as Cleo scratched their nails partly in his hair and partly against the back of his neck.

“Does this–” Martyn started as he lifted his head, only to find his lungs without enough air to continue. He took a handful of rapid gasps to return enough oxygen to his lungs so he could finish his question without leaving too large of a pause, “Does this mean you accept my offer? And– and are we dating now?” Cleo threw their head back in a laugh, a laugh so loud and genuine their body shook with the effort. Pride swelled within Martyn for being able to drag such a lovely sound out of her. 

“Oh, Martyn, you’re lucky you’re so endearing,” Cleo cooed like he was a lost puppy, patting the top of his head. The teasing soon dissipated as they leaned forward and lowered their tone to whisper into his ear, “Martyn, you should know by now that I don’t just kiss anyone like that.” A shiver shot down Martyn’s spine as she traced the outline of his ear with her tongue before pulling back. The ends of her lips twitched into a self-satisfied smirk. “Yes, Martyn. We’re dating, is what I’m saying.” 

“I’ll be the best boyfriend ever,” Martyn promised, beaming from ear to ear, not fully confident he wasn’t dreaming, but too wrapped up in everything to dwell on the concern for very long. “You won’t regret it. I’ll make you the happiest person on Earth.”

He scooped Cleo up into his arms as best as he could and plopped them down in his lap. A surprised squeal escaped from Cleo, not used to being caught off guard like that, but they took mercy on him and let him continue without reprimand.

“You already make me the happiest person on Earth.” Cleo gripped one shoulder for stability as they used their other hand to twirl a lock of his blonde hair around their finger, the words coming so easy to them that Martyn almost didn’t register them all the way. 

He found himself speechless, which was unusual for someone like him. Martyn tended to be quick on his feet, always with something to say even if it was foolish fumbling or an ill-mannered quip that just landed him in even more trouble.

Instead of words, Martyn simply held them close as he mentally recalled the fireworks and rush of endorphins that came from his and Cleo’s first kiss. It dawned on him as he attempted to commit each blissful second to memory that he was truly, unapologetically happy. Martyn grew up believing that his life would ultimately amount to nothing, and that he would never experience joy, but he somehow managed to defy all the odds stacked up against him. 

It was rather impressive, if he thought about it long enough. Martyn somehow began with extremely crummy starting stats, and now he was mentally and financially stable with a fantastic partner and a bright future ahead of him. Martyn of the past would be discontent with the moment, just wanting to get on with it already, but Martyn now disagreed. He was content simply existing right here right now for he knew, as long as Cleo was by his side and he was by theirs, everything would be okay.

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Question: For Second Rendezvous, would you prefer me to make First Rendezvous a chaptered fic and post it as Chapter 2?

Or do what I did with the Mutual Satisfaction series and make them separate fics in the same series?

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Book Recs?

Slightly unusual non-art post for me, but does anyone have any book recommendations? I've been reading more since the beginning of the year and enjoying it a lot, and the trickiest thing is honestly finding new books when I don't already know what I'm looking for- so I thought I'd ask!

Any genre! I like soft sci-fi/speculative fiction, nonfiction, and premises that are kinda quirky or unusual- I don't gravitate towards fantasy but I'm open to it! Lmk what you've been reading or what your old fav is and I'll give it a look. C: