#jojo's aus

[sworeidnevercompromise]

✝🪽 fall to pieces: a rafe cameron au about: rafe x preachers daughter!user, reader is inexperienced & rafe teaches her warnings: 18+, brief oral (f receiving), p in v, loss of virginity, mentions of religion, unprotected sex word count: 2.3k ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ other works

part one 🪽 part two

You aren't supposed to be up this late. Your father wouldn't approve. You have church in the morning, and you're supposed to look your best, and you can't look your best if you don't get your beauty rest.

Your nightly routine usually finished around 9:30-10pm. You would read the Bible, shower, put on your pajamas, brush your teeth, brush your hair and braid it, pray, and then crawl into your soft cotton sheets and go to bed. But something is different tonight. Something is aching in your stomach. You try to push the feeling away, but you can't.

It's not the first time you've felt like this, and it definitely won't be the last. Your body feels like it's burning up, just begging for you to touch it. But you won't. You can't, it's wrong. Good girls don't do things like that.

You're staring at the pink crucifix on your wall, feeling guilty, when there's a tapping at your window. You look over, seeing your friend, Rafe. You rush over to the window, throwing the curtains open and sliding the window up. Rafe crawls inside without saying hello, sitting on the edge of your bed. You stare at him.

"Hey, princess," he says, smiling lazily, "Those pajamas are cute."

You look down at your pajamas- a lacy tank and cotton pajama pants- and blush, because you realize you're not wearing a bra, and he can practically see through your white tank top. "Rafe, it's late. My father will kill you if he hears you."

Rafe raises an eyebrow. "It is late. Way past your bedtime. You're always asleep by ten, that's why you never come to my parties."

You cross your arms. "That's not why I don't come to your parties. I don't party because good Christian girls don't do that."

Rafe waves your comment off with a dismissive hand. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever." He pats the bed next to him. You sit down, tentatively. "Why are you up, anyway? Something bugging you?"

You blink. You wonder if you should tell him...no. You can't. Boys and girls shouldn't discuss such things.

He looks at you with his big blue eyes, and...shit. He knows, doesn't he? You get the sense that he knows exactly why you're awake. Gosh. Maybe you should just tell him.

"I..." you blush, trailing off. "It's nothing."

He places a hand on your knee. The warmth of his body heat feels like it's burning a hole through your skin. "Come on, y/n. You can tell me."

You fidget.

He smiles lazily at you, almost hungrily. "Maybe you just need to take the edge off, huh?"

You blink at him. You should probably move away now. Get his hand off your leg. Kick him out of your room. But you don't. You can't bring yourself to. "I...I don't know how."

His hand moves up further, rubbing small circles on your thigh. It feels amazing. The heat in your stomach grows stronger. He leans in closer to you, his breath tickling your neck. "I can think of a few ways..." His hand travels up further, rubbing you through your thin pajama pants. You let out an involuntary moan.

"Mmph, Rafe," you practically whisper, "I can't. You know I can't."

He shushes you, moving off the bed, kneeling in front of you. He's exactly where you kneel when you're praying. He slides in between your knees, moving your legs apart. "Shh, princess. Let me help you, okay? Nobody will know."

You glance up at the crucifix on your wall and fiddle with your silver cross necklace. "God will," you say, but your heart's not in it.

Rafe chuckles. "Yeah?" He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your pajama pants, pulling them down.

"Oh," you say, and your voice suddenly sounds very far away. Rafe smiles at you, tossing your pants to the side.

"Nice underwear," he says, and you don't have any time to formulate a response before he's gotten his head between your legs, teasing your clit through your panties. You moan, slapping a hand over your mouth to hold it in. He laughs, but not in a mocking way, pulling your panties to the side, just enough that he can slip a finger inside of your aching pussy.

"So fuckin' wet," he observes, sliding his finger in and out, "Damn."

You stifle another moan.

He slides a second finger in, and your legs spasm. The heat in your stomach increases tenfold. "That good?" You nod. He shakes his head. "No, you have to use your words, y/n. Tell me. Does that feel good?"

You gasp as he curls his fingers inside of you. "Y-yes, Rafe, that feels good..."

He grins, placing a third finger inside of you. It feels so good that for a moment, you forget that you're sinning. "Yeah? Feels good? You like that?"

You moan, louder than you mean to. "Mmm, yes, Rafe, feels so good, I like it, I like it."

He removes his fingers, and pulls your underwear off with his teeth. You miss his touch immediately, your pussy clenching around nothing. He places his hands on your knees, spreading your legs wider.

"You've got such a pretty pussy, princess. So wet f'me." He drags his fingers over your cunt, bringing your own sweet wetness up to play with your clit.

Your eyes once again fall on the crucifix. You squeeze them shut. Maybe it doesn't count if you're just letting it happen and not giving him anything in return. Maybe, if you pray enough, God will forgive you for liking Rafe's fingers in you so much.

Rafe hums, leaning in between your legs and licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. He flicks his tongue on your clit, before attaching his lips to the pretty pink bud and sucking. You gasp out a few staccato moans. He keeps licking and sucking, keeps teasing you, his tongue never going inside of you. He pulls away, kissing your lower stomach.

"Rafe..." you whisper.

He looks up at you. "Yeah? Need somethin'?"

I need you, you think, but you can't get yourself to say it. Instead, you just exhale shakily as he continues kissing up your stomach, moving up your tank top to access more skin. He pulls off the tank top, revealing your perfect breasts. He moves you, scooting you further back on the bed so he can sit on it too, pushing you back against the mattress. He cups your breasts in his hands.

"Fuck," he says, "Never seen you like this. Knew you'd be fuckin' gorgeous."

You look up at the ceiling, avoiding his gaze. He rubs his thumbs over your nipples, and you gasp, your back arching slightly off the bed. "Rafe!"

He continues to play with your nipples, and you feel your pussy get wetter, feel the heat in your stomach growing stronger with each passing second. He's above you, now, and he's all you can see. You feel his growing hardness against you.

"Mm. Fuck, y/n. You gotta be quieter. Don't want your daddy to hear us, now do you?"

You shake your head.

He unbuckles his belt, taking his pants off and tossing them to your floor before quickly getting rid of his shirt and tossing that, too. You run your hands over his exposed chest, over his muscles and perfectly tanned skin.

He pulls off his boxers. You stare.

"Like what you see, princess?"

You make eye contact. It feels electric. "Rafe, I've never done this before. I'm supposed to save myself for marriage. This is...this is wrong."

He smiles, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to your collarbone. "Feels right, though, doesn't it?"

He's right. It does.

Fuck.

The logical side of your brain, the Good Christian Girl side, is pleading with you to say no. Begging you to push him off of you and forget this ever happened. But it's taken over by the devil on your shoulder. It feels so good, the little devil says. He's so handsome. And he thinks you're beautiful. Just let him fuck you. It'll be good.

You make a decision before you can stop yourself.

"Rafe," you whisper, almost pleading, "Keep going."

He grins wickedly, wolfishly, like the cat that got the cream. "Fuck yeah." And then his fingers are pressing into you again, four this time, moving faster than before, going even deeper, hitting just the right spot.

"F-fuck, fuck!" You're being loud. Too loud. Rafe's free hand clamps down on your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up," he says, going harder. You moan into his hand, tears of pleasure streaming from the corners of your eyes.

You place your hands over his hand, squeezing it harder against your mouth, your moans getting louder.

Rafe grins down at you. "Fuckin' cock hungry, aren't you? Not such a good girl now." You nod before you can stop yourself. His grin grows wider. "Yeah, baby? You want my cock in your pussy?" You nod again. He's practically beaming now, removing his fingers and placing just the tip at the entrance to your cunt. He drags his dick over it, and you can feel the beads of precum dripping onto your already wet clit.

"Condom?" he asks, and you shake your head. He removes his hand from your mouth.

"I don't...have them. I don't have any use for them."

He scrunches his eyebrows for a brief moment. "Ah, fuck it. I'll buy you a morning after pill." He sinks his cock into you, and it slides in perfectly, enveloped by your wet, warm, plushy pink walls. "So fuckin' wet, Jesus. So tight, too. Perfect fuckin' virgin pussy."

You moan again, and his hand is back over your mouth in an instant. Except this time, he slides two fingers into your mouth. You blink up at him.

"Suck," he says, and you do immediately. "Good fuckin' girl. That's right, y/n."

He's moving, now, his dick hitting you right where you need it most, your cunt clenching around him. He removes his fingers from your mouth, smothering your moans with his hands instead.

He moves faster, deeper, harder, both of you gasping.

"Fuck," he says, shifting so his mouth is right by your ear, "You feel so fuckin' good, taking my cock like this." He shifts again, capturing your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. You've never kissed anyone before, not like this, not with tongues and moaning and desire. "If I don't cover your mouth this time, can you be quiet?"

You nod quickly, almost desperately. "Yes, Rafe, yes, I can be quiet, I-"

He cuts you off. "Shut the fuck up. I didn't tell you to talk."

You nod again, moving your hips experimentally. The change of position makes his dick hit your g-spot even better than before. You see stars. "Oh, fuck," you whisper.

He jackhammers into you, clearly on the edge. "God fucking damnit, that feels good. Jesus Christ." He kisses you again, his tongue licking into your mouth.

He grips your hips tightly as his strokes get more sloppy, and then, all of a sudden, he's spilling into you, his hot cum filling you up. You turn, burying your face into your pillow to stifle your moan.

For a moment, he pauses, shaking through the aftershocks, but then he's moving again, flipping you both so that his back is against the headboard as he sits up, you facing him in his lap.

"Good?" he asks.

"So good," you respond, your arms moving to be around his shoulders, "Need more."

He grins again. "Perfect little preacher's daughter beggin' for more cock? What a sight to behold, damn."

You blush. You had almost forgotten why exactly you shouldn't be doing this. But then he kisses you, and instantly you forget again.

He pulls away. "Still cockhungry?"

You nod once again. He grabs your hand, spitting into it before wrapping it around his already hardening dick, his hand moving yours up and down. You run your thumb over his slit experimentally, and he groans with pleasure. He grabs your hips, moving you to sink down onto his cock, not giving you any time at all to process what's happening. It hurts, slightly, the new position foreign to you, but it's good.

"Go on, then," he says, "Fuckin' take what you need, y/n."

You move up and down on his cock, starting off slowly before you get more comfortable, riding him desperately.

"Damn," he moans, "Fuckin' cowgirl, ridin' me like that. Goddamn porn star."

You laugh breathily. "Really? I'm just making it up as I go, I have no clue what I'm doing."

He wraps his arms around your waist. "You're doing a great fuckin' job, princess." He moves his hips up, matching your rhythm, and it's not long before you feel yourself reaching the edge, your pleasure overwhelming.

"Rafe, I'm...I'm close."

He looks deep into your eyes, slamming his hips up into you. "Let it happen, y/n. Come on, cum for me." He kisses you deeply, and that's what sends you over the edge, your legs shaking as you cum for the first time in your life. You shake through it, moaning into his mouth. You feel like it's never going to stop, waves of pleasure overtaking you. He kisses you through it, rubbing your back.

It stops, eventually, and you pant as you come down from it, breathing heavily. "Oh my God," you say, "Rafe."

He smiles, pulling out, lying down and wrapping you in a tight embrace. "That good, huh?"

"Uh-huh," you say, nuzzling into him and getting comfortable. You let your eyes close.

If having sex with Rafe Cameron is a sin, you think, I'm willing to go to hell.

[brightgoat]

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[catneylang]

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[himmelgrauart]

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[sworeidnevercompromise]

˚˖𓍢ִ໋❤️‍🔥 ˚ burning desire: a trevor (hellraiser) x reader fic about: the "i love you" scene but with y/n and also with a different outcome warnings: 18+, oral (m&f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex word count: 2.3k ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ other works

AUTHOR'S NOTE: just a quick little thing i wrote after watching hellraiser for the hundredth time. tbh i wrote this during a lecture & was too lazy to edit (finals week) so if there's any mistakes or anything feels rushed, that's why.

“Harder, go harder,” you gasp, as Trevor drives his hips down into you, shaking the bed. 

He glances down at you. “Are you you sure?” His hands tangle into your hair.

“Yeah, harder,” you plead, your back arching off the bed. But it’s not enough. You need to switch positions. “No, no, wait, wait, wait. Turn me around.”

He doesn’t hesitate, following your orders instantly, flipping you around so you’re on your stomach. He presses his dick back inside of you, not moving yet, clearly waiting for you to tell him when to go. God, he’s so obedient that it almost makes you sick.

“Okay, go. Yeah.” You turn your head to the side, cheek resting on your pillow. 

He sinks deeper into you. “Here? Right here?” He sounds so eager to please you, so desperate to make sure you feel good. And, fuck, do you ever. 

“Go, go, go,” you command, moaning as he rocks his hips, his dick sliding in and out of you. He moves a little bit faster, gripping your hips.

He moans. “How’s this speed? Is this good?” You moan in response, too full of pleasure to focus. “You like that?”

You nod, groaning out a little “yeah.” He keeps up the pace, his strokes hitting your G-spot every time, filling you with waves of pleasure. “Yeah, yeah, I love it.” You moan again, getting closer and closer to cumming with each passing moment. You arch your back, rolling your hips to meet his.

He moans, moving a little bit faster, his grip on your hips getting tighter. “I love you,” he gasps. 

You pause your movements, a little taken aback. “What? Wait, wait.” You move away, his dick dragged out of you completely. You turn around.

He blinks, seeming to realize what he’s just said. “Oh, fuck.” He rolls over, laying down beside you, placing his hands over his face. “Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.”

You sit up, looking over at him. “Trevor.”

He shakes his head, his hands still hiding his face. “Fuck. Y/n…”

You grab his wrists, pulling his hands away. You need to discuss this, damn it. He can’t just act like he didn’t say that. “Trevor. Look at me.”

His face is beet red. You’ve never seen him this embarrassed. “Nah, listen, we can just pretend I didn’t say that. Please?” He looks desperate. Fuck, he looks like he’s going to cry. “We’ve got, like, a good friends-with-benefits thing going. I didn’t mean to fuck it up like that.”

You still haven’t let go of his wrists. “Did you mean it?” You hear yourself ask the question before you realize it’s left your mouth. 

He sits up, shaking your hands off. “...What?”

You pull the blanket around you, covering yourself up. You suddenly feel vulnerable, and a little uncertain. You hate feeling like that. It’s feelings like those that drive you back to drugs every time. You fiddle with the edge of the blanket. “You heard me. Did you mean it?”

He blinks at you, covering himself up with one of your pillows. He must feel just as uncertain and vulnerable as you do right now. Shit, he must feel it way worse than you. Damn, you think, he’d better not cry. He’s right. You do have a good friends-with-benefits thing going. He’s a good friend to you, he understands you more than anyone, when it comes to being an addict. And he’s damn good in bed, even if he’s a little overeager. His stroke game is fucking insane. You don’t want to lose that. You’re so lost in thought that you almost forget he hasn’t answered your question yet. “Trevor. Answer me.”

He rests his elbows on his knees, burying his face in his hands again. “Fuck, y/n, no. Not like that. I…I love you as a friend, and I love fucking you. But I don’t love you. Can we just pretend I didn’t say that? Please?” He answers too quickly. You know he’s lying. He’s an awful liar.

You hesitate before rubbing his back softly. “Trevor, it’s okay, alright? I just…it caught me off guard.”

He stands up, suddenly, practically leaping off the bed and throwing his clothes on. “I’m gonna go,” he says as he’s getting his shirt on, “I’ll just…yeah. I should leave.”

You blink at him. “Trevor, it’s okay. Seriously. I don’t…I don’t care, alright?” And the thing is, you don’t. It’s a little weird, sure, if he does love you, but whatever. You can’t lose this. Not just the sex. You can’t lose him as a friend. 

He stops. “What?”

You scoot to the edge of the bed, still holding the blanket around yourself. “Come on, Trevor. It’s okay, if you do. I mean, I can’t say that I, like, feel the same? But I do love you as a friend, and…and I want to keep doing what we’re doing.”

He shakes his head. “Y/n…I can’t keep doing this. Like…I care about you too much. More than as a friend. And I got caught up in the moment, and I guess it’s out in the open now.”

You sigh, deeply. You can’t lose this. You have to fix this. How can you get him to stay? What should you do? 

Oh. You know. You drop the blanket, pouting.

“Come on, Trev. I didn’t even cum, yet. You’re gonna leave without finishing the job?”

He stares at you, eyes instantly falling to your perfect tits, and he looks like he’s in a daze. He shakes his head slowly. “N-no. No, I’m not gonna leave without finishing the job.”

You nod just as slowly. “That’s right. C’mere.” You lean forward, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down, revealing that he’s half-hard in his boxers. He looks down at you before lifting his shirt off over his head. You smile up at him. “Yeah?”

He smiles back, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. You kneel in front of him, knees cold on the hardwood floor. But you don’t care. You need him to stay. Who gives a fuck if he’s in love with you or not? You’re not about to let the best dick of your life walk out the door. You palm him through his boxers. He groans your name. “Y/n…”

You pull his boxers down, his now fully-hard dick springing out. You look up at him as you lick a long stripe up his shaft, tongue flicking over his tip. He tangles one hand into your hair, not pushing yet. You pull away, nodding slightly, before taking just the first inch or two into your mouth. He looks down at you, making eye contact. “You sure?”

You pull off again, pressing a kiss to his tip. “Yes, Trevor. I’m sure.” You wrap your mouth around his cock again, this time going about halfway down. He moves your head, just barely, until you’ve gotten almost all of his dick into your mouth. You begin to bob your head, your warm mouth enveloping him, glossy lips wrapped around his length. He gets a little bit more confident, moving your head a bit more forcefully, making you take all of him into your mouth, until his tip is hitting your throat. You moan around him, the salty taste of his precum and the weight of him in your mouth causing you to get even wetter than you were from before. 

“Shit, y/n,” he groans, “So fucking good.” You let him move your head, giving him complete control. You almost choke, this time, but you don’t, tears filling your eyes. He moves his other hand to cup your cheek, wiping a tear away. “God, you’re beautiful.”

You keep going, licking and sucking, hollowing your cheeks, until he can’t take it anymore. When he cums, there’s no warning, but you manage not to choke, swallowing all of it and kissing his shaft. His knees almost buckle as he cums, and once he’s done, he lays down on the bed, sighing happily. 

“Fuck.”

You curl up next to him. “That good?”

He nods, brushing your hair out of your face. “Yeah.” You both lay there for a few moments until he’s flipping you onto your back without warning, lifting your legs so he can reposition himself. Your legs are on his shoulders, his head between them, and he’s gripping your thighs. He kisses you just below your belly button. “Your turn.”

You smile down at him, running a hand through his hair, leading him further down. He kisses your clit, and it’s so tender that you think shit, he really does love me. He licks long, broad strokes, flattening his tongue. Then, he’s pointing it, licking into the heat of you, gripping your thighs tighter. He lets your hand that’s in his hair guide him, and it’s fucking perfect. He looks up at you through his eyelashes, big eyes bottomless, his pupils blown wide. He licks your clit quickly, teasing you. 

“Fuuuuck,” you moan, pleasure building, “That’s really fucking good.” He presses two fingers inside of you, still tonguing your clit. He curls his fingers and licks harder, before sucking on the bud. You moan louder than you have all night. “Fuck, Trevor, that’s so good, so fucking good, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-” You cum, squirting all over his face, and he keeps going, the overstimulation driving you crazy. “Fuuuuuuck. Shit. Trevor, I…oh, God.”

He kisses your thighs as you shake through your orgasm, and rubs little patterns on them when you’re finally done. “You good?” He looks so…vulnerable. Almost like a little puppydog.

“Yeah,” you breathe, “I’m good.” But you’re not, you need more, you need him in you, need him to pound you like he was before he let the “I love you” slip. You shake your head. “Actually, I…I need more.” 

He stares at you. “Shouldn’t we…I dunno. Talk? About what I said?”

“Listen, we can work something out. I mean…we’re basically dating, right?”

He sighs. “Y/n…people don’t say ‘I love you’ this early into a relationship.” 

You groan. How can you make him understand? What do you have to do to get that you don’t really give a shit? You’ve never been big on relationships, but if he wants to be your boyfriend, fuck it. You care about him, and you’re good friends, and he’s literally the best you’ve ever had. Who cares if he says “I love you” too early? You want him, in any way he’ll let you. So you say exactly that, all in one breath, inhaling deeply once you’re done. He just stares at you.

“Are you…sure?”

You roll your eyes fondly. “God, can you just shut the hell up and fuck me already?”

He nods eagerly. “Yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” He moves up so his face is right above yours, tossing your legs over his shoulders again. He picks you up slightly, reaching for a pillow and placing it under your lower back before laying you back down. “This position good?”

You nod, gesturing for him to get a move on. He’s already hard again. Fuck, he’s so adorable. You smile at him. “It’s great, baby.”

He grins widely at the petname. “We do have to talk, after, you know-”

You smack his shoulder, urging him to shut the hell up. He gets the hint, shutting up and sinking into you balls-deep. Your back arches so much that you practically levitate off of the bed. 

“Oh, God, Trevor.” The two of you make practically electric eye contact. He smiles down at you, rolling his hips. 

He gets an arm under your shoulders, and he leans down to kiss your cheek sloppily. “Ah, shit.” He moans. “How’s this? Faster? Tell me what you need right now.”

You shake your head. “This is perfect. Just…ah, a little deeper, maybe?” He follows your instructions right away. “Yeah, yes, fuck that’s good.” 

It’s not long before you’re both moaning louder than before, the sounds filling your room. His strokes get more sloppy, and his hips stutter. You look at him, refocusing your eyes. “Close?”

He nods, and then shakes his head. “No, I can keep going, sorry-”

You laugh a little breathlessly. “Trevor, it’s okay. I am too.”

“Fuck.” He looks at you with big, bottomless eyes, and they may as well be heart-shaped. “Fuck, y/n, I love you.” You kiss him, and that’s what sends him over the edge. Your orgasm quickly follows, starting just as he’s spilling into you. 

He kisses all over your face before pulling out and laying down next to you, breathing heavily. You curl into his side. “You said it again.”

He groans. “I know. Fuck, I’m an idiot, I keep messing up.”

You kiss his cheek. “Say it one more time for me? I like hearing you say it.”

He blinks at you, but does what you asked. “I love you, y/n.”

A grin overtakes your face. “Yeah?”

He grabs your hand, bringing it up to his mouth and pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “‘M sorry.” Scooting closer to him, you wrap your arms around him in a hug. He instantly gets comfortable, hugging you back, kissing the top of your head. “No, not…I’m not sorry, I’m not sorry for loving you, I’m sorry for saying it.”

“Trevor, don’t worry about it, really. I don’t love you back, not like that, not yet, but…I want to be something more than just friends with benefits. I want…I want to be your girlfriend. Seriously.” He kisses you deeply, tongue meeting yours. “You have to stop kissing me like that, you know. Unless you want to go another round.”

He grins at you, rolling you onto your back. “I could go another round, yeah.” You laugh, kissing his cheek. 

Sure, it’s complicated. But you two can figure it out. You have to.

[brightgoat]

WEATHER REPORT

[orphetoon]

haruno higashikata au. josuke meets giorno's weird italian friends. consider this for a moment

trust me i’ve considered it a lot

[mikibagels]

Nobody asked, but I think about how different the ending of Steel Ball Run would've been if Diego and Hot Pants escaped their fatal encounter with Valentine and teamed up with Johnny and Gyro.

I think about this a normal amount...

[himmelgrauart]

Vento Aureo • 1600 AU

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