#that my brother and i made a game of stealing back and forth from each other

[louisaguy]

devastating realization in the discord tonight: river was exactly the right age (10-16) for the early 2000's kid media spy mania. spy kids, kim possible, totally spies, all those "spy gadget" toys that were like motion alarms or whatever.... oh god river was SOOOO into all that i just know it.

[itneverendshere]

it's my right to be hellish - r.c +18

pairing: : kelce's!sister x hockey!rafe warnings: angst; smut.

Empty cans and half-finished drinks were littering the space around you, the night felt perfect. You were tucked comfortably between Rafe's legs, his jacket draped over your shoulders, your head resting against his chest, while the latest round of Never Have I Ever brought loud laughter.

The drinking game had started out of the living room and spilled onto the wide wooden porch. Someone had dragged out an old speaker, and now a half-decent playlist played.

It was fun, being back home. Loud, tipsy fun, buzzing in your chest and making your cheeks hurt from smiling too much.

Rafe kept tracing patterns on your thigh that made it hard to focus on anything except him, Every once in a while, he’d lean down and kiss your temple, absent-minded like he couldn’t help it. 

He’d say something under his breath, usually about JJ or Toppeer being the worst at these games, and you’d laugh while his nose brushed your cheek. His fingers would kept tapping on your knee in rhythm with whatever song was playing.

Your brother was sitting on the steps with Topper, both of them halfway into their fifth drink, arguing about who should’ve been MVP.

They weren’t paying much attention to the game, which was honestly a relief. You loved Kelce, but you didn’t need him locked in on the way Rafe kept touching you, for his own sake.

Cleo was leaned up against Pope’s side, Kie was teasing JJ, who’d already spilled half his drink and was slurring his way through a story about falling off his board.

Everything felt warm and dumb and happy.

Rafe had just whispered something in your ear—about stealing you away later, after everyone passed out—and you were blushing, smiling into your drink, when the next “Never Have I Ever” was called out.

"Never have I ever..." someone called out—Sam. You didn’t know the guy, he was a junior who tagged along after games and Topper dragged him to Kildare this weekend.

"...slept with two people here."

It was stupid, a throwaway, someone laughed. Your brother made a dumb “ooOOoooh” noise.

You didn’t drink.

You didn’t notice at first—your head still leaned against Rafe’s chest, your cup balanced against your leg.

And then—quietly.

“Wait.”

JJ’s voice.

His eyes were wide, cheeks flushed with cheap tequila. “Wait,” he slurred again, blinking hard. “Why didn’t you two drink?”

The way he said it—the emphasis. You two.

Your eyes snapped to him, and that’s when you saw it—his head moving between you and Pope. Turning back and forth, exaggerated like it was clicking for him.

The implication wasn’t subtle and Rafe’s hand stilled completely.

JJ kept going, oblivious.

“Didn’t you guys, like... back in the day? That summer? When we were sixteen?”

Each word felt like a bomb dropping into your stomach.

Kelce’s head jerked up. “Wait—what?”

Pope’s posture went rigid, not looking at anyone, staring at the ground, hoping it might disappear and take him with it.

“I thought everyone knew,” JJ was confused now, trying to figure out what made the mood turn.

Nobody knew. Only Kie, JJ, you and Pope. Not even Sarah.

You were sixteen, younger, unsure of everything but how safe you felt around Pope. It hadn’t been serious or a thing. You liked him a little, sure, but never the way you liked Rafe. He made you laugh, and you used to sit with him in the library, pretending to work on some dumb english project neither of you cared about. You both just wanted a reason to stay longer.

You remembered how close you sat at that table, your knees would brush and neither of you would move, you’d share earbuds and lowkey forget about the book you were supposed to be reading.

It was innocent, sweet. One night, he came over to finish your final paper—Kelce was at a party, your parents were out, it was late, you were both tired and laughing at nothing—and it just... happened.

You didn’t plan it. 

You just looked at him too long, and he looked back, and then you kissed him and he kissed you and—it wasn't anything more than what it was. You lost your virginity to him that night.

The next day, you both kind of... moved on, it hadn’t changed anything. You stayed friends. 

The memory shattered against the present moment, and you blinked back into reality with everybody’s eyes on you.

Your brother was staring, sitting up straighter, confusion creasing his brow. Topper looked like he was waiting for the drama to explode. Kie wouldn’t meet your eyes. Cleo was watching Pope. Sam left.

Rafe hadn’t moved.

You turned toward him, cautious and that’s when he stood up.

No drama or yelling, only tugging his arm as your fingers instinctively reached for him.

“Gonna get a drink.”

He was gone, walking back into the house without another word.

The porch was silent, all you could hear was the music playing low through the speaker, something stupidly out of place.

JJ, finally realizing what he’d dropped, sank lower into his seat, whispering, “Shit… I’m sorry…”

Kelce was still gawking at you—not angry, only trying to process the last five minutes. Topper, for once in his life, was smart enough not to say anything.

Pope hadn’t moved. His hands clasped together between his knees, eyes focused on the floorboards, bracing for Cleo to say something.

“Alrigh’,” Cleo said with a little laugh, voice extremely calm for how tense the porch was, “that was a messy one. Let’s call that a warm-up and move it along, yeah?”

You looked at her and there was no anger on her face. 

“Y’all actin’ like they confessed to murder,” she added, head tilted, eyes briefly flicking to Pope—long enough to tell him we good. 

“I mean,” she continued, sipping her drink and leaning back against the railing, “y’all were sixteen.”

Kie let out a breath she’d been holding. “Yeah. Seriously. Prehistoric.”

Cleo waved her cup. “Next question. Something less nuclear. Who’s got one?”

You could’ve cried right there.

She was giving everyone a way out. Even Pope seemed to uncoil, his shoulders relaxing as he risked a glance her way. She met his eyes and gave the smallest imperceptible nod.

You on the other hand couldn’t relax, Rafe was still inside. And no matter how cool Cleo was, how well she was patching the mood back together, you needed to find him.

You turned to Kie, “I should go check on him.”

She nodded immediately. “Yeah. Go.”

Behind you, the game limped forward again—someone throwing out a weak “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping,” and a few forced chuckles followed.

Cleo leaned back into the railing, her drink raised just enough to signal a toast to no one in particular. “See?”

You moved down the hall, past the kitchen, past the half-empty counters stacked with liquor bottles and someone’s abandoned vape, past where Kelce had tossed his hoodie earlier—and still, no Rafe.

Your heart was in your throat now, fists tight at your sides.

Eventually, you found him inside one of the rooms—door cracked, lights off. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hands clasped in front of his mouth.

You stayed in the doorway. “Rafe?”

He didn’t look up, and that’s when the real panic started. The messy kind that starts in your stomach and climbs up your spine.

Because he didn’t look mad.

“Can you just—say something?” you asked, “Please.”

Nothing.

And your brain was spiraling now.

He hates me. He thinks I lied. He thinks I’m disgusting. He’s probably rethinking everything. I wouldn’t blame him. He’s gonna walk away. This is it. This is how I lose him and I didn’t even do anything wrong but I still should’ve known, I should’ve said it, I should’ve—

“Rafe,” you said again, louder now. “We weren’t serious. We weren’t—”

His jaw flexed and it shut you up.

What the fuck?

Okay, fine. It was a surprise, but it wasn’t like you cheated. It wasn’t even during, it was years ago. And more than that—Rafe wan’t a saint before you. 

God, the night you two became official, literally that night, you heard a cheerleader gossiping in the bathroom about how she fucked him for two hours in a jacuzzi sophomore year. She’d laughed about it like it was a badge of honor. Said she tried again this year, too—while you and Rafe were already hooking up—but he turned her down.

What was the difference? You weren’t virgins. None of you were pure and untouched, saving yourselves for the perfect person.

Why did it suddenly feel wrong—something you should’ve hidden, something shameful? You weren’t ashamed when it happened, you were sixteen. You didn’t even know who you were yet, but you knew Pope was kind, he made you laugh, feel safe and it wasn’t a life-changing romantic tragedy.

You wanted to ask him how the fuck it’s any different than the girl in the bathroom or the other stories you’ve had to hear secondhand over the years before you got together. But your heart was also twisting and telling you it was your job to fix this.

You shut the guest room door behind you harder than you meant to, not slammed, but loud enough that it made Rafe flinch.

“Are you seriously gonna sit there and say nothing?”

Your voice already sounded wrong.

He chose to keep staring straight ahead, hoping the moment would dissolve if he didn’t engage.

“Say something,” you snapped.

Silence.

That did it.

“Rafe—grow up.

His head jerked toward you then, “Grow up?"

"That's not what I m—"

"You’re the one who kept it a secret.”

“There was nothing to tell.

“You slept with Pope.”

You reeled back like he just spat in your face. “So fucking what?”

His hands were fisted, elbows braced on his knees. “You don’t think that’s something I deserved to know? T-that you fucked a mutual friend? Lost your virginity to him?”

“Excuse me?” He must’ve been out of his fucking mind. “No,” you laughed, disbelieving, “Absolutely not. You do not get to throw that at me like I fucking owe you that confessional.”

“I’m just saying—”

“You’re just saying what, Rafe?” you barked, stepping forward. “That because I didn’t sit you down and cry about who I lost it to, that I’m what—dishonest? A fucking liar?”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s exactly what you said!” You were yelling, it scraped your throat and left your lungs raw. “Who the fuck did you lose your virginity to? Huh?” You jabbed a finger at his chest. “Was it that girl from Figure Eight who used to sneak out of church to meet you behind the dunes? Was it the lifeguard? That barista you ‘don’t even remember the name of’?”

His mouth opened, but no answer came out.

“Exactly,” you scoffed. “You never told me. I never asked, it doesn’t fucking matter. I know—I trust—that what we have now is real.”

“It’s different,” Rafe growled, “You’re still close with him! You had a project together —last month, for fuck’s sake—”

You blinked at him, stunned. “So what?!”

“So it’s not ancient history!” he shouted. “You see him every other day, you talk to him—”

“And? And what?” you demanded. “I’m—secretly in love with him? I’m gonna leave you for Pope because we had sex one time when we were sixteen? Grow the fuck up!”

You knew this wasn’t about Pope. It was Rafe, how he’d never had to feel small in someone’s eyes before, never talked about his parents divorce, and now he didn’t know how to sit with it.

He didn’t answer, and it wrecked you.

You threw your hands out, helpless.

“What do you want me to say? That I wish it never happened? You want me to rewrite my whole fucking life to make you feel better?”

His eyes snapped up at that, wild, the blue in them flickering like flame.

“I want to not fucking picture it every time I see you standing next to him from now on,” he exploded, the first honest thing he said since you walked in.

Your jaw dropped open, breath punched out of you. “You are so—wrong. Jesus, Rafe. You are so fucking wrong.”

He looked like he might break in half from hearing you say it.

“I don’t know. I don’t know, okay? I’ve never done this before. I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never loved someone like this before. It’s making me lose my mind.”

“It wasn’t serious. You and me—this is the most serious thing I’ve ever had.” You pressed your hand flat against your chest, hoping it held your heart together. “I have never, not once, made you feel like you weren’t everything to me. And you’re sitting here, making me feel like some dirty little secret because of something that happened when I was a fucking kid.”

He ran a hand down his face, eyes closed. You saw the tremble in his shoulders that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with fear.

“Why did it have to be him?”

“What?”

His voice was strained. “Why did it have to be Pope?”

Not the fact that it happened, but who it happened with. What does that mean now?

“We were kids. It wasn’t planned.”

Rafe laughed bitterly. “Yeah. He’s still around, still in your life. Still—"

The way he spat that word out.

You stepped toward him, “Do you think I want him?”

“Was it good?” he asked suddenly, sharply, it leaped out of him before he could stop it. “With him?”

You stared at him, gut twisting. “Don’t do that.”

“I want to know.”

“No, you don’t.”

“I do.” His voice cracked. “Because if it was... if it meant something—"

“You’re asking because you want to hurt.”

You folded your arms across your chest, as if it could somehow shield you from this version of him—this paranoid, desperate, spiraling version you didn’t recognize.

“It meant nothing. You don’t believe me?”

“I don’t know.” His laugh was hollow, “You didn’t tell me before.”

“It wasn’t a secret—”

“I never even asked you about your exes,” he spat, turning on you suddenly. “I didn’t want to know. I didn’t want to think about you with anyone else. But now—fuck—it’s in my head and I can’t unsee it. I had to hear it from JJ, of all people, at a fuckin’ party. Like it was a joke.”

You flinched, because yeah—you hadn’t thought about it like that.

Rafe’s voice dipped, gutted: “He said you two. Like it’s still happening.”

“It’s not, baby. You know it’s not.”

“You hang out. You text. You sit in his passenger seat and you laugh at his jokes and—”

“And what? What do you think that means?”

His face was twisted, stuck somewhere between heartbreak and humiliation. You saw the insecurity chewing him up from the inside out. You understood what was happening. Rafe had always been the one who knew more, the one with stories you had to smile through, girls you never named but always noticed. But one old hidden memory of yours—one ancient, dusty, barely-relevant chapter—was enough to make him unravel. 

“I know what it sounded like, when JJ said it.” Your voice wavered, “It sounded wrong, like it was more than that, but it wasn’t and it isn’t. You know JJ—he doesn’t think before he speaks. He doesn’t get that it would land like that.”

Even if you understood why he was acting this way, it didn’t make it hurt less that he doubted you.

“I’m with you,” you reminded him through your teeth. "You don’t get to sit there and make me feel like I’m ruining this.”

“You’re not,” he added quietly.

“Then what the fuck is this, Rafe? What are we doing right now?”

He looked at you like you slapped him—but you were past coddling him through this, you were beeling for him and it sill didn’t look like it was enough.

“I didn’t come here to beg for your forgiveness for something that happened when I was sixteen. You want to be mad? Fine. Be mad.”

“You two make sense. Anyone but me."

“What?” It hit you like ice water. “You think I settled for you?”

“No,” he muttered, avoiding your eyes. “I think you picked me even though you shouldn’t have. And one day, you’re gonna realize that. And when you do—”

You're gonna leave him like his mom left Ward.

You didn’t let him finish. “Don’t.”

“You’re gonna leave. And I won’t be mad. I’ll understand, I always knew I didn’t deserve this.”

You went still, heart dropping so fast, you swore it made a sound

“You think that little of yourself?” you asked, “I don’t want anyone else. That chapter’s over, it’s been over.”

He looked at you then, chest heaving, eyes bloodshot and glassy.

“I love you in a way I never did anyone else—and I never will. Do you hear me?” you say, stepping closer. “I love you.”

He swallowed.

“And if you can’t trust that—then maybe we don’t work. But don’t you dare reduce me to a choice I made when I was sixteen because you’re scared.”

“I didn’t mean to—” he choked out. “I didn’t want to…”

“You love me?” you asked.

His eyes shot to you, almost panicked.

“I love you so much it makes me fucking sick,” he said, voice ragged. “And I hate that it makes me like this.”

You flinched because you felt that too. You took a breath that hurt on the way in, looking at the boy you loved—the boy who was spiraling through self-hate and fear.

“I’m so fucking scared of losing you,” he confessed.

You were torn between screaming at him or dropping to your knees and holding him until the shaking stopped. Rafe rubbed at his eyes, hoping to wipe the shame off, and when he glanced back at you, his eyes were desperate. 

You crossed the space between you in three steps.

He had no time to react before your hands were on his face, cupping his cheeks, your thumbs sweeping over the edge of his cheekbones, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Look at me.”

He didn’t at first, so you tried harder.

“Rafe. Look at me.”

When he finally did, there was that ache in your chest again.

“I’m not gonna pretend I know what it’s like in your head. But I do know you. You’d rip yourself to pieces before you ever hurt me on purpose.”

“But I did hurt you.”

You nodded. “Yeah. You did.”

His bottom lip quivered.

“I still love you,” you added, “Even when it hurts when you push and say shit you don’t mean.”

Rafe exhaled a sound that was almost a sob, pulling you into his chest, unable to stand the space between you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, again and again, mouth pressed to your temple, “I’m so sorry.”

You held him, fingers threading through the back of his hair, knowing it always soothed him.

“I didn’t mean to—I just—fuck, I got scared. It’s ugly. I know it’s ugly.”

You shook your head, brushing his hair back, lips trembling as you leaned in and kissed him. His mouth opened against yours, a muffled groan catching in the back of his throat as you deepened it, tasting every ounce of his devastation.

You pushed him back onto the bed and followed, knees straddling his thighs, never breaking the kiss. His fingers dug into your waist and then up your thighs as you pulled back, noses brushing, your breaths mingling in the dark.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you reminded him, forehead resting against his.

Rafe exhaled shakily, trying not to cry.

“I’m not gonna leave when shit gets hard.”

His eyes squeezed shut. “I know. I know, I—I get this voice in my head and it says, this is where she leaves you. And I believe it. Every time.”

“Believe me harder.” You kissed him again, “You’re it for me. You’ve always been it.”

Rafe pulled you in, holding you against his chest, kissing you over and over—mouth, cheeks, jaw,—whispering apologies into your skin like prayers, voice shaking on every one.

“Don’t push me away again. I need you to try. You can’t shut down when something scares you.”

He nodded, absorbing each word one at a time. “Never,” he swore, “I’d rather die.”

“We’re okay?”

“We are,” Rafe promised instantly, “We are, baby. I’m sorry.”

You nodded, your arms curling around his neck as he sat up, kissed you hard, deeper than before—a vow. His hands were on your back, sliding down, pressing into the dip of your spine, then lower.

You felt his teeth graze your bottom lip, a quiet hum escaping him when you tugged his hair the way he liked, your name leaving his lips as a sigh, a prayer.

Your hips rolled against his without thinking and he moaned, hands tightening on your skin, grinding you against him as he turned his attention to your neck, teeth scraping, tongue soothing, sucking bruises because he needed to leave marks. 

Those pretty deep plum echoes he yearned to see, indigo and aubergine proof that you were his, that he could still have you after everything, that you wanted him still. 

Rafe rasped your name, forehead dropping to your shoulder, full body jerking up to meet yours. You pawed at the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head within seconds, fingers immediately splaying across his bare chest. His skin was flushed as you dragged your long nails down his torso only to feel the way he shuddered.

He pulled at your shirt just as desperately, tongue only abandoning yours for a second, enough to strip it off and toss it somewhere behind you both. His hands cupped your breasts through your bra, brushing over your nipples until you gasped into his mouth, arching into him, begging without words.

“I need you,” he breathed, eyes locked on yours, pleading. “Please—need to feel you. That you still want me.”

You crushed your lips against his as an answer, letting him taste the promise in it.

“I am yours,” you muttered against his mouth. “Always been yours.”

Rafe wasted no time licking your chest as he unclasped your bra, every second of waiting pure agony. He mouthed at your skin, worshipful, leaving wet kisses along the tops of your breasts before taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make your hips jump against him.

God, the way he looked at you—you were squirming, moving shamelessly, your body begging for him. He grabbed a handful of your ass, squeezing, lifting you to rock your soaked core harder against the perfect line of his cock. 

“You have no idea what you do to me…”

You did. You felt it every single day.

The lamplight washed over you both, casting shadows on your rich, warm skin—deep brown with undertones that reminded him of sunset light, the same shade he remembered from that first party last semester, when he saw you laughing under string lights, glowing, and thought, God, she's gonna be mine.

Rafe’s pupils were blown wide, lips swollen while his hands were under your thighs, lifting you enough to stand and shove your jeans and underwear down your legs in a desperate motion. His eyes dropped, breath hitching at the sight of you bare.

His rough hands ran up the backs of your legs, spreading over the curve of your ass. “You’re perfect. You’re—fuck, baby, I—”

You cut him off because if he kept talking you were going to lose it before he touched you properly. You climbed back into his lap, scorching skin meeting denim, the thick ridge of his cock caught the way you needed. The groan he let out went straight to your pussy.

“Off,” you begged against his mouth, tugging at his belt, the button of his jeans. “Now.”

He didn’t hesitate, pants and boxers gone in seconds, and then he was there, painfully hard against your thigh. Your body clenched at the sheer size of him as you looked down between you, pink flushed tip leaking.

You dragged your hand over him and his head fell back, jaw going slack, eyes fluttering shut. His hips bucked helplessly into your palm, breath stuttering as you teased the tip, spreading his precum with your thumb.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, “Only yours.”

He opened his eyes then, grabbing your wrist, pulling away, guiding you to straddle him again. Lining himself up with shaky hands and whispering, "Please... I need to feel you. Need you to take me, baby, please—"

You slid down onto him in one slow, wet glide.

The stretch made your whole body shudder—He was deep, every inch claimed by you, and the sounds he made—guttural, painful—made your eyes roll back.

Rafe’s forehead dropped to your chest while he gripped you hard enough to hurt. “I’m gonna—fuck, I can’t—”

You rocked your hips, teasing, and he cursed again, trying so hard not to lose it. His hands ran up your back, fingertips pressing into your spine.

“Get on your knees for me, baby.”

You obeyed without a word, legs embarrassingly shaky as you turned in his lap and leaned forward onto your hands, ass arched high, heart pounding. Before you settled fully, he yanked you back, keeping your spine curved but tugging your upper body to rest against his chest.

He knelt behind you, your back pressed tight to his torso, thick muscular thighs bracketing yours. One arm wrapped around your middle, the other spreading your legs wider.

He pushed back inside, and you whined—again—because no matter how many times he took you, it always felt like the first. The drag of his cock along your folds made your hips stutter back against him in plea.

Rafe’s mouth was at your ear in a flash.

“Gonna fuck you just like this. Keep you open for me.”

That hand around your stomach slid lower, holding you firm as he rocked his hips—sinking back inside you with a groan like it was killing him. Your hands scrambled for purchase, gripping the edge of the bed, the sheets—anything—as he filled you over and over, the angle so intense it stole your breath.

His chest was pressed to your back, skin on skin, drooling over your shoulder. Slow at first, torturously slow. His hips rocking into you, dragging his cock along every sensitive inch, hitting that spot deep deep inside that makes you clench like an animal in heat.

You shuddered, back arching harder as he twitched inside you again in the span of seconds. He pressed you harder to him, his nose buried in your curls, mouth dragging lazy kisses along your neck.

Rafe's hand roamed your body eagerly—over your belly, your ribs, up between your breasts where he cupped one roughly.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he hissed, rutting up into you, the slap of skin on skin getting louder, “Say it.”

“You—fuck—Rafe, I’m yours,” You gasped when he ground even deeper. “I’m yours, a-always yours.”

You were being used, held open, filled—but loved, too. Worshiped

His hand dropped teased lower, down your stomach but he didn’t rush it. His palm cupped your mound, simply resting there for a moment while he fucked up into you with punishing thrusts.

“Rafe, I need—”

“I know what you need,” he breathed. “…I’ve got you."

His fingers found your clit, slicking through the mess between your thighs before circling it enough to make your eyes roll back. The tease of it made your whole body clamp down around him, and he swore, pace faltering as your walls gripped him like a vice.

Your mouth fell open as he only circled your clit harder.

“Can’t stop touching you,” he murmured, licking your jaw between words. “You’re so fucking perfect. Look at you.”

You could hardly offer a whimper, your head falling against his shoulder again, trying to ride his hand too.

Rafe chuckled low, breath warm on your skin.

“Greedy girl,” he tsked. 

You shook your head desperately. “More."

He grunted into your neck, thrusting up harder, chasing the feeling of you milking him. Your thighs started to tremble like leafs again, muscles burning, as his touch worked you closer, closer, closer.

You came with a strangled cry, body bucking in his arms, your inner walls pulsing hard. Without a single warning, Rafe shifted positions, guiding you down onto your side, still behind you, still inside you.

His arm hooked under your leg, lifting it, opening you wider as he started to fuck into you again—a mean pounding that had your eyes rolling back in your head, into another galaxy.

The new angle hit even deeper, every movement drawing a wrecked moan from your lips. Your body was sensitive, but especially needy.

Rafe kissed your shoulder, “Gimme more, baby. I need it.”

His hand trailed to the inside of your thigh, gripping behind your knee as he pressed it up and back, opening you fully to him. Your cries came out sweeter, tinged with the overstimulation and the love that dug under your ribs.

“I don’t d-deserve you,” he said again, voice broken, forehead pressed to the back of your neck, hips rolling forward.

You turned your head, lips finding his cheek, tasting the salt of his tears.

“You’re not losing me” you kissed the corner of his mouth, and he turned, catching you in a desperate kiss.

“Gimme another one,” he murmured, dragging his cock deeper with slow, relentless thrusts. “You’ve got more for me. I know you do.”

You whimpered, leg still hooked over his arm, the angle hitting that spot that had you seeing stars. “T-too much."

“I know,” he rasped, “But you can take it. Lemme give it to you.”

“Rafe—fuck—” you gasped, squirming in his arms, nails digging into the sheets as you writhed.

“That’s it,” he praised, hips grinding forward against your swollen, aching walls. “Look at you, so fucking wet, so f-fucking tight—begging for it even when you say you can’t take more.”

Your body was already clenching down, your noises dissolving into sobs. Rafe could feel it, your body giving in, could hear the desperation in your gasps, how you kept pushing into him chasing that last drop of control.

You sobbed, thighs quivering uncontrollably. “Rafe—fuck—I’m coming—”

Your whole body snapped tight, stealing your words. You cried out, body locked tight as your seconds orgasm tore through you without any proper warning.

Rafe didn’t slow down. You didn't have time to recover before his hand was sliding down again, his mouth hot on your neck.

If he kept that shit up, he was gonna fuck you into your next life.

“One more,” he whispered, “Please—give me one more. Wanna feel you fall apart on my cock again.”

You gasped, overstimulated but burning for it anyway. Your pussy gushed around him, your body was already saying yes, even if your mind couldn’t form the words. He moved, pulling your hips back, laying you flat on your stomach now as he climbed over you, bracketing your body with his. His cock pushed back into you, still so hard.

“I’ll make it good,” he promised, “Lemme make it good for you.”

You sobbed into the mattress, tears slipping down your nose and onto the cotton as your body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed and woozy, but your hips rolled to meet him anyway—because fuck, you needed him.

He was shaking too — from the effort, from the need — but his focus was singular. Your pleasure.

Rafe slowed only to press a kiss to your shoulder.

“Just one more, pretty girl.”

You whimpered, body too sensitive to move but too addicted to stop, back bowed to take him deeper. 

“I can’t,” you drew in a sharp breath. “Baby, I can’t—”

“Yeahhh, you can.” His hand slid beneath your hips again, guiding your body where he wanted it — needed it. “Know you can. You’re fuckin’ made for this. F'me.”

He rolled his hips slow, hitting where you needed him to with surgical precision. He did it again, and again — each thrust dragging a pitful cries from you.

“S'fuckin' sweet, even when I don’t deserve it.”

Your walls fluttered around him, and Rafe whined like it killed him

“Right there,” he muttered like a man possessed. “Yeah, fuck, there she is.” He pressed yet another peck to your back, “Feel that, baby? T-that’s me. That’s allll me.”

You were moaning higher, it was so much —him inside you, the sound of his voice by your ear, coaxing you, commanding you—

He breathed a sinful: “C’mon, baby. Let go f’me.”

You shook your head, but your body betrayed you.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked,” he rasped, “So wet, even now—fuck. I feel it. I f-feel you.”

His rhythm never broke — grinding thrusts, pulsing inside you, fingers stroking your clit with maddening perfection. You sobbed, already floating away, face pressed into the mattress.

“Don’t fight it,” he said. “Lemme fuckin’ feel it.”

“Rafe—oh my god—babyyy—”

“That’s it,” he growled. 

Your body arched off the bed, hands clawing around the sheets, vision going white as your third orgasm ripped through you like lightning. You screamed his name, sobbing, pulsing, dripping, shaking from the force of it.

“Fuuuck—” Rafe gasped, gripping your hips like he’d fall apart without them. “That’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl. You’re gonna make me—fuck, not gonna last.”

He tried to pull out, give you a second to breathe, be a gentleman — but the moment his cock started to slide free, your body clenched one more time around him while you let out a desperate sound that made him bite his tongue.

“Shit—don’t do that,” He hissed, “You want it that bad?”

You nodded weakly, unable to spit out words, but your body said everything —still hungry for him even after everything he’d given you.

“Shittt,” he cursed, and then he lost it.

Rafe grabbed onto you like you weighed nothing, driving back with a brutal thrust, and another, frantic, his control unraveling completely. His chest was plastered to your back, his teeth pulling at your skin, and the filthy sounds filled the room— skin slapping, breath hitching, your name falling from his lips.

He choked out: “So fuckin’ tight, baby, I can’t—oh my god—fuck.”

You felt it before he said it — his whole body locked up, pushing so deep you swore you could feel him in your stomach.

He cried out — long and wrecked — as he spilled inside you, thick ropes of cum flooding you, until it leaked down your thights, so much. His whole body shuddered with it, one arm squeezing the shit out of you, the other fisting the sheets.

“Mine,” he breathed into your skin, voice trembling, “You’re mine. Mine, mine, mine.”

Each word came with a desperate thrust, the final one hitting so deep it knocked the breath from your lungs, your body locking down around him, trying to keep him there forever.

Rafe stayed there, panting, breath coming in broken bursts as the aftershocks ran through him. His heart was hammering against your back, his grip softening but not letting go. You could feel his cum dripping out around where he was still plugged inside.

He mouthed at your shoulder, less feral than before, coming down from his high, but not ready to let you go.

“Baby,” he rasped, “I didn’t mean to—did I hurt you?”

Your lashes fluttered, you couldn’t speak yet, instead you held his hand where it wrapped under your stomach and slid your fingers between his.

“You okay?” he brushed your sweaty curls off your neck, voice worn from how he’d been growling your name into the air minutes ago. “Still with me?” 

You turned your head to catch his blue eyes —swollen lips parted. “It was perfect.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded weakly, but even that small movement sent a pulse of overstimulation through your core. Rafe shifted inside you, and a helpless sound slipped from your lips.

“Fuck—sorry. I know, baby, I know.”

You hummed, with no strength to move —and honestly, you didn’t want to.

“You’re still squeezin’ me,” He muttered in disbelief. “God, you feel so good—don’t wanna leave you yet.”

He rolled over slowly, pulling you with him so you were sprawled across his chest, the sticky heat still between your thighs as he slipped out of you, groaning at the overstimulation.

“Shh, I got you. I got you,” He was already pulling the blanket up to cover your bare body, brow furrowed in that serious way he only got when he was taking care of you.

One of his hands trailed up your back, the other rested low, thumb lazily brushing where his cum was starting to leak out. He looked down, eyes fixed on that mess he made, and something satisfied curled in his expression.

You, all of you— rich dark skin glowing with sweat and cum, curls wild against the pillow, beautiful lips swollen from his kiss — made him curse under his breath. You hid your face in his chest, groaning, but Rafe laughed, still breathless.

His hand came up to your face, tilting it so you’d look at him. That sweet, almost boyish look flickered over the lust now — the Rafe that wanted to be loved back.

“I don’t deserve you."

You shook your head, turning to kiss him, coaxing him back into calm. He swallowed hard, a shaky hum escaping him while he held your face in both hands like you were something he had to earn. 

Precious. “Still mine?”

You nodded, exhausted, ruined, filled. “Still yours.”

From outside the door, a very familiar voice cracked through the silence — unapologetic, and directed at the two of you.

“Shit,” you both hissed at the same time.

“I KNEW Y’ALL WERE GONNA DO THIS IN MY ROOM!” JJ’s voice rang through the house again. “You couldn’t wait—two seconds? Goddamn, y’all had a whole audience before you started ripping each other’s clothes off!”

You groaned into Rafe’s chest, laughing, half-mortified.

“I’m gonna die.”

Rafe didn’t pretend to be sorry.

He dragged the blanket higher, wrapped his arms tighter around you, and muttered into your hair, “Should’ve kept his mouth shut earlier.”

“Y’all traumatized everyone,” JJ hollered again.

You were shaking from trying not to laugh, face hidden against Rafe’s chest, while he rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.

“It's his fault. If he didn’t start shit, I wouldn’t’ve had to fuck you like that.”

“YOU’RE STILL IN THERE TALKING!” JJ screeched. “What the fuck are y’all doing, cuddling?!”

Rafe shouted back lazily, “Cuddling the fuck out of her, bro.”

“IN MY BED?!”

“Shouldn’t’ve run your mouth.”

“I’M BURNING THE SHEETS, MAN!” echoed down the hall.

[hummingbird24220]

Chapter Forty-Eight: Brotherhood of Biceps and Bad Decisions

The card game eventually devolved—Luffy had eaten half the deck, Usopp insisted on adding fake rules, and Robin politely declared “fold” every round without once looking at her hand.

But the vibe? Immaculate.

You were now sprawled sideways across the bench with your legs kicked up onto Zoro’s lap and your head tilted back against Sanji’s knee as he lazily flicked the end of your braid like he was bored and affectionate all at once.

Zoro looked down at your feet with vague disdain. “I could cut these off and solve this real quick.”

You smirked. “Try it, and you’ll wake up duct-taped to the crow’s nest wearing only a teacup.”

Sanji made a thoughtful sound. “Wouldn’t be the worst thing to wake up to.”

“Shut up,” Zoro muttered.

“Make me,” Sanji sing-songed.

You sighed dramatically. “God, I love you two idiots.”

Both of them blinked.

Sanji grinned first. “Aw, mon cœur, I knew you’d crack eventually—”

“Not like that!” you snapped, swatting blindly at him without getting up. “I meant bro love. The pure, chaotic, ‘I’d bury a body for you’ kind of love.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. “Still sounds like you’re into us.”

You sat up just enough to point at both of them with intense, heartfelt energy. “You two are my bros. My brochachos. My battle compadres. My amigos of pain and mutual bad choices.”

Sanji blinked slowly. “That… is the ugliest sentence I’ve ever heard.”

“And yet, it’s real,” you said, hand over your heart. “We’ve been through too much. You’ve both seen me at my absolute worst and still let me steal your food and nap on your arms. That’s brotherhood.”

Zoro tilted his head. “We’ve also seen you smile when you got kicked into a wall.”

“Don’t kink-shame me,” you replied, deadpan.

Chopper, who had been drawing nearby, looked up with innocent curiosity. “So… are they your brothers or your boyfriends?”

You stared at him. “…Yes.”

Sanji choked on his cigarette. Zoro just muttered, “She’s hopeless.”

You stood, dramatically pointing to the sea. “From this day forth, I declare our bond one of eternal broship! We fight together, we eat together, we insult each other’s choices and fashion sense—but above all, we ride or die.”

“...You ride, I drink,” Zoro muttered.

“I’ll toast to that,” Sanji said, clinking a mug against yours.

“To bros.”

“To brochachos.”

“To the rough crew.”

Robin flipped a page. “This is the worst boy band I’ve ever seen.”

And still, somehow, the best family you’d ever had.

The sky had turned grey. Not in a dramatic, monstrous way—just that soft, leaden hue of an incoming storm. The wind was picking up slowly, the kind that whispered through the sails and made the ropes sway just slightly, a warning carried on salt and air.

The crew had started battening things down in casual motion—not panicked, but practiced. It wasn’t their first storm, and it wouldn’t be the last.

You stood near the railing, eyes on the dark horizon, arms crossed as your jacket fluttered around your waist. It was quiet.

Not heavy. Just… still.

Bootsteps padded up behind you, slow and familiar. Zoro came to a stop beside you, arms folded, eyes tracking the same dark clouds ahead.

“Storm’ll hit by nightfall,” he said simply.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “Feels like it’s holding its breath.”

The silence between you wasn’t awkward—it was that kind of quiet that only comes with people who’d bled beside each other and come out laughing.

Zoro eventually glanced your way. “You look serious.”

You tilted your head. “Thinking.”

“Dangerous.”

You elbowed him. “You’re hilarious.”

Sanji appeared next, coat tugged tighter around his shoulders, sleeves rolled up as he wiped his hands on a towel and offered you a steaming mug.

“Storm tea,” he said, as if that was an established, official thing.

You took it without hesitation. He smelled like flour and smoke and citrus. Comfort.

He leaned against the rail on your other side, mimicking Zoro’s stance, but way more elegant about it. “We’ll be fine. Nami’s already plotting our route like a goddess of wind and revenge.”

You snorted softly. “I know. Not worried.”

Zoro hummed. “Then what’s got you all reflective and poetic?”

You sipped the tea. Warm. Smooth. Then shrugged. “Storms always make me think. About how lucky I am.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. Sanji smiled softly, tilting his head. “Yeah?”

You nodded, eyes still on the sea. “I’ve been through worse storms. Alone.”

The wind brushed your cheek, gentle for now.

“But now I’ve got people. A ship that sails forward no matter what. Bros who won’t let me fall overboard without yanking me back up again—probably while insulting me.”

Zoro looked away, but his smirk was faint. Sanji bumped your shoulder with his.

“No more storms alone,” you said, quiet.

“Never again,” Sanji replied.

Zoro just muttered, “Unless you wander off again.”

You laughed, breath fogging in the cold wind. “Fair.”

And as the clouds rolled in, and the storm waited just beyond the horizon, you stood between your two super best friends, warm drink in hand, sea salt on your lips.

Whatever came next—

You were ready.

[beauregardstaxicab]

My Soul In Your Hands: A Coldflash 'His Dark Materials AU'

Teaser for the first part of a new fic I'm getting ready to post on AO3! It'll be one long one-shot.

“Can’t really blame the kid for giving you up,” Leonard said as he pulled off his goggles. “You or his brother? Come on! I put him in a tight spot. Same kind I got you in right now.”

He pointed at Barry to emphasize his point. It was difficult to see clearly with Barry’s face in the shadows, but he could tell he was glaring back at him. Leonard smirked and opened his mouth to continue, but he got distracted by a strange buzzing sound. 

It was loud in the silence of the moonlit forest, and as he peeled his eyes and looked around, he saw something moving quickly around the circle, particularly around Barry. It looked like Barry’s dæmon was an extremely large bumblebee.

Well, that’s adorable, Leonard thought with a grin. 

“Can’t really stop me now that I know who you are,” Leonard continued. They taunted each other back and forth a bit, and Leonard ignored the way Ruby was getting stirred up by the incessant buzzing and started scurrying around Leonard’s feet. 

“I won’t let you keep stealing whatever you want, whenever you feel like it. It needs to end.”

Leonard stared him down and said, “Can’t do that. It’s what I—” 

Suddenly, Barry’s dæmon flew right in front of his face and hovered there. The moonlight poured over her and Leonard’s breath caught as her vibrant green chest radiated like a handful of emeralds. No, she was even more beautiful than that. 

He’d never seen a hummingbird so close before, though he’d seen plenty of pictures. It was amazing how small they were and yet held so much power in their little wings. They were nothing more than a blur… just like Barry.

“Hallie, come back.”

She zigzagged a bit in front of Leonard’s face first, and he got the impression that she was sassing him. He didn’t mean to smile at her, but it was difficult. A person’s dæmon was very telling of who they were. The ravenous racoon at his feet was proof of that. He couldn’t wait to dissect this later.

As she flew back to circle around Barry, Leonard blinked, feeling like he was awakening from a trance. He tried to remember what he’d been saying, but Barry was quicker.

“Then find a new line of work.”

Leonard shrugged. “Don’t want to.”

“Why’s that?”

“The same reason you keep running after guys like me. The adrenaline. The thrill of the chase. I love this game, and I’m very good at it.”

“Then go play it somewhere else.”

Barry opened his mouth to continue, but he frowned and looked to the left. Leonard followed his gaze and rolled his eyes. Ruby was climbing a nearby tree, stopping occasionally to reach her grubby little hand out at Hallie. 

“Ruby,” he said in a warning tone, but she just kept growling excitedly as she scurried onto a branch to get closer to the hummingbird flitting around her. He glared at her and snapped, “Ruby!”

She looked back at him and hissed. Barry’s eyes widened, and he quickly covered his mouth, hiding a grin. From the way Hallie was staying just outside of Ruby’s reach, Leonard almost thought she was baiting her. Barry didn’t seem to have the guile capable of that, but it made him wonder.

As the branch under Ruby began to snap under her weight, Leonard sighed and trudged over to her. He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and hauled her down. She screeched and fought him off, but he kept a firm hold on her as he went back to the spot he was in. He could deal with the pain it inflicted on himself, but he knew he’d be hearing about it later from her. It was her fault though for acting like an idiot in front of his nemesis.

“Sorry about that,” he said, dropping her unceremoniously at his feet. “She likes shiny things.”

Barry put his hands on his hips and cocked an eyebrow. “Can’t say I’m surprised by that. What were we—?”

“I said I wasn’t about to quit being a thief.”

Nodding, Barry said, “And I was about to tell you to leave Central City.”

“Can’t do that either. I love it here.” He breathed in the cool, night air and said, “This city is my home.”

Barry reminded him of what he was capable of as he slowly walked closer to Leonard. Barry put an emphasis on stopping Leonard from killing or hurting anyone else, particularly those closest to him. It came as no surprise. He always knew Barry’s priorities always revolved around protecting human lives, something that was so easy to exploit.

Leonard cataloged every little thing he said while vaguely noting how handsome Barry was now that his face was no longer in the shadows. He should really mess up his hair more often.

“... I’m putting you away.”

Leonard’s eyes trailed down Barry’s body. Flash meant it as a warning, but it wasn’t a bad deal. He was good enough to do what he loved without killing anyone else, and he already had the leverage he needed against him. 

“I guess your secret’s safe, Flash… for now.”

He was a little disappointed when Barry reached back to pull his cowl over his head, indicating the end of the conversation. They cleared everything up, sure, but he bet he could needle a bit more out of him with a bit more talk, more than Barry intended to give away. He’d already given Leonard a lot, after all.

Once Barry’s head was trapped in his red condom mask, he saw Hallie sticking closer to him as if she was waiting for something. Now that she wasn’t moving so quickly, though, Ruby scampered closer to Barry and jumped up and down a few times, trying to snatch the hummingbird out of the air. She couldn’t even get close to her.

Barry stared down at her and then looked up at Leonard. “She’s not trying to eat my dæmon, is she?”

Leonard simply grinned back. Barry rolled his eyes and cupped his hands. Hallie swooped down and cradled herself between his palms, and Leonard watched intently as Barry slipped her into a special compartment on his belt.

He hummed. “I was wondering why you needed such a big belt since it wasn’t the most… aerodynamic embellishment. I just figured you were compensating.”

Barry huffed out a laugh. “I’m not really the compensating type.”

“No?” Leonard asked with a tilt of his head.

“Regardless, she’s well protected,” Barry said in a colder tone as he shot Leonard a warning look.

He held up his hands. “Relax, Flash. I’m not a nice man, but as a thief I have an admiration for aesthetics. I’d never harm a little jewel like that.”

Barry’s lips parted, but he said nothing. 

Leonard looked around and said, “Oh, I don’t suppose you’d give me a ride back to town, would you?”

Barry grinned and sped off, leaving Leonard and Ruby alone to fend for themselves. He couldn’t say he was surprised. 

“The Rogues,” he said, chuckling. “Cute.”

“I’m so glad you’re having fun,” Ruby grumbled as she sat on her haunches and glared up at him. “Why’d you have to spoil mine?”

“Sorry, Rubes. That’s one jewel you can’t keep.”

She huffed. “We’ll see about that.”

“How about I go sneak you some emeralds from the local jewelry store instead?”

“Nooooo! I want to play with her. She’s pretty and soft and her wings go brrrrrrrrrr. I bet she’d feel great in my mouth.”

He tilted his head. “You actually want to eat her?”

“No! I just want to hold her in my mouth. There’s a difference.”

“I’ll take your word for it,” he said, grimacing. He walked toward her and held out his hand for her to grab hold of. Once she had him, he swung her up on his shoulder and began walking in the direction of the city. 

After a few minutes, he said, “Don’t forget the rules, Ruby. No touching other people, and no touching other dæmons, unless—”

“We’re going for the kill, which I guess is out now, too.”  She hopped into the hood of his parka, curled up, and heaved a big sigh. “Spoiling all my fun.”

“Now, now… We’ll still have plenty of fun.” He smirked as he remembered the tension crackling between him and Barry as he stood close to him, the challenging look in his eyes. “We’re still playing the game, Rubes. It’s just that the rules have changed.”

[mydahliarose]

No more spending easter at the Manhattan park ( easter special)🪽🃏

Pairings: niiri x Michael/miiri

Fandoms: what in hell is bad?

Tags: wholesome, easter egg hunting, niiris powers, it all goes to shit (no pun intended), sewer shit show all intended for humor purposes, bunny transformation, chaos, crack, my au, felt like writing something silly,shit humor

Synopsis: its easter sunday and our taboo couple spend it together in there usual hot spot. They engage in easter egg hunting activities using niiris imagination abilities before having a cute moment turning into bunnies until suddenly, a rat steals the lucifer plushie as they both immediately venture off to save him before Michael goes ballistic.

Authors note: wanted to post it early it cause i got other creative things to do👍

Easter sunday. The celebration of the resurrection of jesus christ, was one of the most important events for the seraphs in heaven. On earth? Filled with glee and activities, for every families to enjoy themselves. One most exciting event was easter egg hunting, the game is simple. Decorate your egg, hide them. Find as many as you can, some might even come with prizes even. While parents watched, supervising there children from there seats as they cooked out. Our taboo couple where watching from beneath a tree, shadow of the leaves veiling them; as they munched with there picnic baskets filled with desserts that they made back at home. Chocolate pudding, carrot cake cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. And of course chocolate easter eggs. All while the lucifer plushie was placed onto Michaels lap. Niiri rocked herself back and forth, as the jitters of excitement began boiling up. As a doll, watching others play brought her a sense of comfort and nostalgia. The urge to play was inevitable. " Ahh i feel you niiri, im feeling that familiarity aswell.". Surprisingly this did not depress Michael in any sort of way. Usually, the familiarity of something that brought him joy in the past would anguish him. He looked calm, even at peace with himself. He watched the children scatter around while competing who gets the most eggs, something him and his brothers used to do long ago.

" Michael lets play! Lets not let this years easter go to waste!". If she had a dogs tail it be wagging everywhere. She looked at him with a pretty please on cherry on top look, winning his favor to say yes. " Oh niiri, i knew youd say that". He opened the picnic basket, revieling; two small Easter baskets for each of them. " Thats why i came prepared". He smiled, its rare of Michael to feel happy, easter besides Christmas was once a year he was once fond of. The magic that it once brought to him just to simply treasure hunt for eggs, he wanted to feel that spark once more. " Am i dreaming? Has my swan been infected by the sugary jitters of joy!? No its no dream, its reality!". Rainbows and rabbits are seen hopping around her head, her imagination slipping out of her due to the euphoria. " Oh dolly! I told you your carrot cakes where contagious!". He teased, or perhaps those cakes did indeed have to much sweetness in them. " Then its settled!". The doll gets up, wiping away any leaves around her lap before sticking out her hand to help her beloved angel prince to get up. " The only way to burn of your sugar intake is to partake in a treasure hunt adventure! And quickly before you crash out!."

The seraph couldn't help but to laugh at her eccentric wonders for playtime. " Then enough talk, the more we waste time. The less eggs there will be for us!." He put away his lucifer plush inside the basket before bieng pulled up from the blanket and immediately ran out the shade. The bushes where the most obvious hiding spots to place them, so naturally theyd run around in finding some. However it seemed the children has already beaten them first. " Drats!". Niiri said in disappointment. " How bothersome this is...". He was annoyed. " Hmm, wait. Up the trees! I bet there are some hidden within those branches!". Immediately niiri jumps up to one of the lower branches, swinging herself over and over until she had the right speed to throw herself to the next higher ones. " Careful dolly! If your not careful youll break yourself into pieces- actually....". He then lowers his voice to whisper to himself. " Catching her in my arms to save her from such tragedy isnt all to bad." He smiles to himself before looking back up, his eyes widen when he realizes shes made it nearly to the last branch. " Did you even find any eggs with the other branches!?". Oh dear... he braces himself to catch her in his arms knowing she will lunge herself to the ground without worries of cracking her bisque skin. " I got some eggs from an empty nest i found if that counts!". She cackles before doing exactly the thing Michael feard yet wanted to happen to feel like a prince. " Ooooh dolly pie! Come to your angels arms for saf- OOF!. In a miracle, Michael managed to catch her in his arms. Her weight of the fall causing them to impact on the ground.

" ah~ hehehe, looks like im free from the wicked tower thanks to my angelic prince~". Chu~. The obsessive seraph cups his face to where her lips made contact. Widening his eyes in bliss that he cries. " Ahhh! Such a beautiful feeling...". he chuckles before getting up with niiri still in his arms. " Now now my needy angel~ lets not forget our task at hand and find some of those deliciously colorful eggs! I fear we wont be able to find any at this rate...". She looked down in disappointment, her hair strands that where layered mimicked her sad state. She was right, at this rate nearly all the group of kids had there baskets full. eggs, all seemed to have been found already in this park. " Oh dolly... perhaps we c-". Pop! " Tada! ". She opened her palm, revieling the once tiny bird eggs now revield to be chocolate eggs with many colors and creative patterns. *Gasps* "niiri! Ohoho you are most clever!". He gave her a very tight hug. " Ack! Hahaha! Tighter Michael tighter! Make my head explode!". She cackles with whatever breathe she has left as she morbidly jokes. " Ah...perhaps its best i let go for now." Afraid of actually doing her harm he lets go. Collecting the eggs to put half of some in his basket while she puts the others in her own basket. Ow! A random acorn falls onto Michaels head. scoffing in annoyance as he looks up; seeing a squirrel just randomly mind its own business. " Tsk! Filthy critter watch it!". The fallen acorn gives niiri an idea. " Michael snap out of your karen mode and listen to what i have to say!". She says with so much glee in her. " Go on?". He quirks an eyebrow. " Ill turn all these acorns into eggs so that way we can just collect them and our baskets will be full!". a smart move, " Ahh good thinking dolly! Although i have my critique...". He crosses his arms looking just a bit serious as to not worry her. " What is it?".

" easter should be about scavenging for the thing you are determined to look for. Thats what gives it the excitement the search! By all means use your ability, but perhaps scatter them around the park so that way we can enjoy the event properly. Understand sweetie? ".

By the end of his criticism he used a more softer tone combined with the nickname to make it all the more lighthearted. Sometimes Michael could sound quite stern and authoritarian that many eather wanted to cry or shit themselves. For niiri, once he began his relationship with her he wanted to soften the way he talks to her. He understood now words can have an impact on others and niiri could most certain feel when something impacts her. His words where loud and clear to her, harsh of course but his little loving tone helped ease her worry. " I get it angelica, your right that would take out all the fun if we just collected them without searching.". She smiles. " Alright then, let me do my thing and then ill scatter them!". With that said niiri took. A deep breathe and prepared herself to shape these acorns hanging into confetti eggs She took one last breathe to open her eyes and then, running towards the tree she kicks it with much force. The entire tree shakes in her force, acorns vibrating before making the same sound the bird eggs made before transforming. They all snap from the tree branches, falling towards the grass now as confetti eggs. " That is quite impressive i must say, so how will you hide them? It be unfair if you or i did it since wed now where they are." He asks with concern.

" by still using my imagination, watch!". She paced around to collect all of the eggs, holding them all in her arms, youd think shed struggle to keep them intact but she had a good grip on them. With a count of one two and three she threw them high up in the air, all of each poofing away knowhere to be seen again. " And now hehee...let the game commence!". Michael clapped in praise for her. " Bravo niiri! I knew youd come up with something wonderous!". " Thank you thank you, this angelic harlequin knows how to come up with ludicrous things~". She picks up her basket. " Ooooh where do we even begin to search! Under the benches? The garden? The playground? Oh! I know! Perhaps over at the pond thats over there?". He had no idea where the eggs have gone but just the thouhht of running towards wherever he needs to search is making him feel all kinds of nostalgia that made him happy in older easter celebrations. Niiri gives him a mischievous look on her face. " Silly angel~ its not going to be so simple! Ive infact hidden them all around this section of the town!". What? The seraph was left both confused and bamboozled. " What on earth do you mean by- niiri...". It clicked what she ment now. " Are you saying they could be anywhere from that store over there, to that toy store in there or in that diner where people are eating outside to possibly the damn sewers of rat infestation!?". " Yup! Yup! Yup! Yup!! Exciting right?". " NO! the sewer part that is, WILL STINK WORSE THAN THAT DISGRACE OF A KING FROM ABADDON!!!". Michael says in fury of his beauty becoming stained in all kinds of liquids down there. " Wow, the new york sewers are worse than asmodeus not showering? Actually i must agree on that unfortunately...". Shivers. " Exactly niiri, the thought of smelling worse than him gives me nausea...oh god...i-i think ik going to heave-".

" alright alright! Ill make this sound better, you wont find any in the sewers. Only anywhere else thats up on the surface with us. Better?." she says with reassurance. "...much better indeed." With a genuine smile he ruffles her hair. The doll shakes her head around with the cutest giggle, blushing from his affection. " Alright alright already haha! Cmon! Lets go find those damn eggs!". " Im right behind you!". As if a gun had gone off to begin a competition, both couple ran towards the nearby shops. Looking everywhere from the back alley; to dumpster diving, niiri was the only one participating in that. Noway in hell Michael would ever. Entering a cloathing shop, theyd scatter around the isle of clothing, shaking around every fabric to hear a sound of a hard object falling to the ground. The doll would later find herself bieng kicked, out when she pulled apart the entire mannequins that where bieng showcased at the front. Needless to say Michael went on a rampage to the worker, saying how ludicrous it was of them to throw her out when she was only doing so to easter hunt. The manager wasnt having any of it so they kicked him out to. " OUTRAGES! DO THEY HAVE ANY IDEA WHO THEY WHERE TALKING TO JUST NOW!? ILL UNLEASH WAR IN THERE DOORSTEP THAT THEYLL COME BEGGING FOR FORGIVENESS!." the clutch on his teeth could be heard loud and clear. " Nah, dont bother. Besides he looked older than the Victorian era. Ill give him about tomarrow to breathe on this planet." She cackled in her morbid sense of humor. It certainly helped cheer Michael up at the thought of the so called rude manager passing on.

" ahhh haha! Your right, i shouldn't waste time on destroying this place. Its easter for gods sake! Come niiri, lets go search somewhere else!." He takes niiri's hands and runs towards there next destination. With how they where running, they looked like a painting couple from pierre August art. While running, a pet store caught niiris entire attention. Screaming in cute aggression at the sight of a Samoyed dog happily panting, tilting its head in curiousity of the doll. " Niiri, i swere to GOD!-". Before he could finish his sentence niiri dragged him inside the shop. Immediately Michael began sneezing uncontrollably, The amount of fur shed in this shop was to much for the seraph to bare. ACHOO! While Michael was having allergies, niiri was petting the adorable samoyed dog that was happily licking her. Barking in joy, giving her its paw to kiss. " Your so cute, look at you!". She giggled happily. Michael watched with his face turning red, seething in jealousy that an animal was taking all of her attention away from him. The seraph decided to be cute about his little problem, he crawled on all fours towards his doll, nuzzling onto her side. Head rubbing againts her shoulders to her face. Even mimicking the dog by giving her a tiny quick lick. " Hahahaha!! You two are adorable! ". Knowing exactly what Michael was doing the doll gave into his extreme neediness obsession, cupping his face before placing a tiny kiss on his lips. " But you are far more adorable than anything~".

Swallowing up her praise, he topped it up a noch by purring next to her ear as he rubbed against her yet again, long locks tickling her skin. " Oh your such a needy kitty now aren't we!? Haha! Alright alright you win angelica~". Smothering him in all her kisses before lifting themselves up. But before they could leave the dog suddenly barked at them, not due to aggression. As if it where trying to tell them something. " Hm? What is it snowballs?'. ....... "Oh! Angelica look!". When the dog moved, suddenly three eggs where visible right before there eyes. " Those are your eggs niiri! But...on a dog of all places? Did you actually imagine a dog hiding eggs underneath its fur?". " Well you see, before i poofed the eggs i thought, does the easter bunny lay eggs? Before i threw them up the air!

Michael looked at her like a mad man. " Do you mean you imagined every animals laying your imaginary eggs as if they where the easter bunny themselves!?". He gripped his hair like a madman. "Haha! pretty much! Which means... ". She searched around the entire animals section. From ferrets to bunnies and sure enough, they all had each of the confetti eggs she created back at the park. " One for you! One for me!" She sure had quite the imagination Michael thought. Animals didnt lay eggs as niiri said but Goodness...what if she made him lay an egg? Smack! '" what on earth am i thinking...". He whispered to himself. " Whats wrong? Allergies getting worse?". She tilts her head like the dog from earlier. "N-nothing nothing...ahem...lets just contenue on our adventures". Michael ordered. " Ok! And remember animals our what where looking for!".

The taboo couple looked and looked, everywhere across the streets of any strays. In an empty box litter they where some. Outside of a diner there were dogs leashed next to there owners sitting on the floor. Sneakily trying to them to move while niiri distracts the family with her usual court jester attributes, even earning tips unententionaly for her quick show while Michael got them to move. In addition he let his competitive nature get the best of him and stole maybe atleast one egg on each baskets of the distracted family. Once that was done, the headed back at the park where logically speaking; every animal where. When they arrived, the whole park that had already been scavenged for eggs; was now flodded in colorful eggs. Because of this miracle thanks to niiri, more family began to come and everyone tried to collect as many as they can. " COME ON BEFORE THE WHOLE PARK IS EMPTY!". Niiri dragged Michael, throwing herself to gather what she can in her arms. Michael on the other hand, was shoving people away at those that got near the eggs he was going to snatch. " Get your own peasants!". Angels always believed they where high and mighty. Though Michael always manage to top a notch with his divine attitude. Then his attitude was put to a hault when a bird, flying over him crapped in his head, except it was a confetti egg messing all his luchious hair. OOF! " CURSE YOU!". he yelled out to the sky of birds. " Angelica its ok! Look! I got enough for all of us! Maybe lets head back to our picnic and catch some air?". She clinged to the sleeve of his button shirt, tugging gently to signal him it was best hed lay for a bit. " Ahh...perhaps the intense crowd is to much for me right now...yes..lets return back and lay for a bit now..." . He smiled. The sounds of tree rustling, combined with the ongoing egg hunt where music to there ears now that they've retreated back to there safe haven.

Sounds of a familiar humming rang through his ears as Michael smiled with his eyes closed. Long slender fingers, trailer through his scalp. Nails scratching in every good spot of his build up tension, niiri would give it a good massage before raking her fingers through his strands that would shiver him up in pleasure. " Ahh...". His wing couldn't help but twitch in his relaxation of ecstasy. Stiletto nails reaching his most sensative spot, his wing from where it was growing. "A-ahh!..oOoh~..." He pleasurly mumbled, blushing. How embarrassing to sound so lewd in a crowded place. He didnt do it out of lust, he just had so much anger build up in him that bieng relived like this by his lover felt so good. He felt free from it. " Feeling good?". She looked down on her lap where her beautiful angel rested upon, the scene felt a prince comforting there princess except Michael was the princess, which niiri thought was more fitting title than bieng called a prince. " Mhmm...". No words, only Michaels soothing mumbles of bliss. " How about i treat you with some dessert?". " Ive been starving for you to do so for a while~". There was a sultry purr of flirtation in his lazily whispers. " Jeez your a spoiled one! Hehehe i don't mind spoiling you even more one bit~". Opening the basket, she grabbed the last carrot cake, taking a small crumb in her fingers before bringing it down to her angels mouth. Beautifully glossy, he takes a bite. Smiling, enjoying his royal spoiling.

" you certainly make the best desserts in the group dear." Finishing his sentence he leaves his mouth open, aching for another bite. Niiri chuckles, picking another soft fluffy piece to his aide, this time one had a creame cheese frosting. Once it made contact in his mouth it left a mess. Niiri would grab a napkin and wipe it away until. " Ah-ah...didnt you know niiri? A bunnys tongue makes for an effective cleaning if you catch my drift." Oh he truly was feeling quite romantic. Her circle blush where always pink but now with his comment they become the most cherriest of red. Her heart wouldn't stop making such intense leaps. Like the white rabbit in a hurry, thats how it felt in this moment but in the form of love. The doll chuckles, then leans down closing her eyes, giving him a tiny lick on the edge of his lips. Licking off any remains of the creame that would tarnish his Devine beauty. Her ticklish tongue made the seraph giddy in her charms, wing flapping in response to his mood. There adorable innocence of playfullness radiating the park. In an act of wanting to tease him more, she reopened the basket. Sticking a finger in to smear it in there pudding. The chocolatey taste would be smeard on michaels lushious lips. Hed take a small lick of his mess until, his strawberry bunny lip oil combined with the fudge. Where licked away by niiris tongue, then. Her mouth locks onto his sleepily pink lips. In a hazey state due to her tenderness; his kiss where hazy, they almost felt so virginal just as that fateful day when they first shared there first kiss. His tiresome state made it feel inexperienced. Despite his lazy kisses, niiri was more than satisfied. Eventually the doll would close her eyes and let the atmosphere lul to them the lullabies of mother earth song to nap for the afternoon.

2 pm

Yawn... When niiris eyes open, almost everyone had left the park. The ones that where still here where having a cook out. Looks like easter egg hunting was done for this park. Michael was coming back from dream land aswell, rubbing his eyes; before slowly raising back up to lean against the tree with niiri. " Better?". She asked, hoping her theraputic session worked to destress him. " Much better...". Rubbing both his temples. Sighing, feeling the tension slowly going down. " good, that makes me happy...haha." she then gets an idea to fully make him happier. " Angelica, remember when you teased me about bieng a bunny?". " I recall, why? Oh dont tell me now you think your actually a funny bunny?". He teased, however little did he know what was about to happen. " Actually, i am NOW!". Munch! POOF! With a single bite from her imagenary chocolate egg her entire form transformed into a rabbit. From a beautiful Harlequin doll she was now tiny and fuzzied up from head to toe of her paws. Eyes pitch red, fur entirely pitch black of night. She looked like an animal straight from hell.

Michaels eyes widen in disbelief of what he just witnessed, then a loud but charming laughter which radiated genuine purity. Crying from laughing so much from witnessing niiris transformation. " Oh dolly! Your something else i swere! Look at you, your so cute!". Immediately he snatched her from the ground, attacking her with his million divine smooches; all over her fuzzy face. Whiskers tickling his face while at it. " Hahahaha!!! Oooh your even more ticklish!! ". He squishes her face. His cute aggression taking over him, unable to contain himself in smothering her with love. Pinching her little pink nose in the process. " Ack! Oh no! Nurse niiri diagnosis you with cute aggression! Its even more contagious on a seraph good lord!". She teases, however her voice was changed differently. Now as rabbit her range changed from her usual harlequin pitch to a more high pitched cartoonish one. Now because of this Michaels stomach was hurting from laughing to much. "Hahahahahaha!!!! Oh! Oh i cant breathe! Hahahaha!!! Niiri good lord! What happened to your voice!? Your literally a rabbit from a cartoon show!". Many more Tears where streaming down on his face from pure joy, wheezing; trying to catch his breathe. " Ooh niiri! I think im going to keep you like this forever and lock you in a cage! Hahaha! Ill even put you on a bow and color your cute paws pink! Ill brush your fur even what do you say!?". His face flushed in red of excitement, the same exact expression he once made for lucifer long ago, obsessive and possisive screamed loud and clear in his face yet looked so adorable doing so.

Gasps! " My beautiful seraph princess wants to lock me away to spoil me forever!? Im honored!". In her rabbit instinct she hops out of his grasp, landing on his lap and begins doing her little binky dance of joy. Michael holds her in his arms. She was so unbelievably cute in this form he didnt want to let her go. " Hahaha! I knew youd say that!". He pets her. " Though im only joking my dearest. but...the offer is open 24/7". He chuckled in his obsessive love. Niiri couldn't help but chuckle, to be fair she to could act the way Michael does. There intense love for one another could be quite obsessive. " Well id say the same thing to you, if you where a funny bunny id to would want to spoil you in such a way haha!". He rolls his eyes playfully " please, no way that would ever ha-". POOF! " What the!?". He had taken a bite of her imagenary chocolate egg, a big mistake. Now Michael was tiny, fur in the purest of white that even the suns bright mane hitting him could leave you blinded from the intense brightness. His eyes where bigger, same color on each side. With his halo now smaller in his size. Now niiri was laughing hysterically. " Hahahaha!!! Awww! Look, where cookies and cream now hahaha!!! How cute is that!?". She hops around in her rabbit jitters of joy. Thomp! " Damnit woman im no dessert! But i do suppose coming from your mouth it doesn't sound bad at all...". With his little paws he hopped to run his chin onto hers. A way rabbits showed affection by. " Oh you! Careful now, you know the saying about rabbits in heat. Id contain yourself you naughty rabbit.". She lightly smacks him with her paw. "Ow! Your right...lets keep it at a boundary in our form. Anyways so how long before we turn ba-". " MICHAEL, YOUR HYUNG!". She thumps her paws in an act of seriousness. " WHAT!?". he turns over and in a horrible realization, a giant rat had sneakily opened the basket and took Michaels Lucifer plushie. His mood shifted to extreme distress and anger.

As soon as the unusually giant rat began to run at full speed; Michael thumped so hard in his divinity, the ground shooked. Some mistaking it as a start of an earthquake they ran or hide towards saftey. " DEMONS SCUM NOW VERMIN CRITTERS STEAL MY HYUNG!? I CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE!!!". in rage, Michael hopped with insane adrenaline like hes never done before. Niiri immediately followed catching up to him before suddenly. VROOM! Without even realizing it, they had crossed the busy roads of Manhattan. Honking and beeping at the two rabbits they nearly runned over. The rat had nearly escaped death aswell and immediately went into a storm drain. " NO! NOOOO!!!! THAT BASTARD! NOT ONLY IS IT GOING TO FILTH MY HYUNG IN THE SEPTIC. BUT NOW I HAVE TO RISK STAINING MY BEAUTIFUL FUR ALL BECAUSE OF THAT RATNAPPER!!!". thumping in extreme rage, his mini earthquake caused the road to crack. Cars nearly hitting one another, now the street had been in chaos with nonstop honkings. " Ughh! Im so sorry Michael that this has happened! Im telling you these rats are no joke!". " YOUR TELLING ME! UGH". "alright breathe...where gonna have to suck it up and just get ourselves seweged... will just have to take one intense holy water bath on the way home." " Tsk! Will need more than that, will have to skin ourselves and grow new skin." He looked underneath the draining and immediately gags so dramatically he unententionaly throws up a hairball. " .....im going to end myself...". Michael said in horrfied of what he had just done. " Well i am to after we couht to three and jump, you ready?". " No...but what choice do i have...". " Exactly, now...and a one...and a two... AND A THREE!".

Both the rabbit couple jump into there despair, hitting the wasted water of horrendous fluids. Michael to no ones surprise, gagged out so loudly it sounded as if he was about to vomit his entire organs out. A horrible thing to imagine. Niiri tried her best not to breathe, holding it in as much as she can until she couldn't and heaved. " Michael j-just keep hopping until we find that bastard! Cmon!". She took the first lead hopping, still heaving in dramatic Michael hopped alongside with her. He wanted to curse out so bad how he smells awful but couldn't. " I think i see it! Hurry!- What the fuck is that noise?". Her ear twitched up in alert. " I-i have no idea- HURGH... gulp...it sounds like a roar?". His ear to lifts up. " Its getting closer, whatever it is we must hop faster than ever! Hurry i see it turning to the other side!." " Ugh! Did you see that!? My hyung is covered in the most unholiest of all fluids!!! Im going to kill that thing and send its family to hell!!!". In determination of getting his plush brother back, he hopped like a maniac escaping an asylum. " Thats the spirit Michael!, let that determination seeth through your veins! Amd your brother shall be back in open arms!". She cheered him on. " Hahahaha!!! Your right niiri! Ill be a hero for saving my hyung and cleanse him of his corruption! Oh you always know ho to chee-'". BOOM! Already they had become ultimately filthy by the sewer systems water waste. Now, to make things ten times worse for these two and perhaps the rat. A flood of fast incoming watery waste torpedoed there way. All three caught in its flushed speed. A disgusted niiri shooked her head until her pupils turned into whatever could potentially help there horrendous situation at hands. Poof! A sticky hand toy had poofed in thin air grabbing it with her mouth immediately before it touched the contaminated fluids. With her lower paws she locked a passed out Michael between his lower half to get a good grip.

The rat clinging on for dear life. Swoop! She threw the sticky hand to stick at the closest ladder that would lead them up a manhole. With enough strength from her paws, she moved her way forward to saftey. Placing Michael on one of the steps. " Wakeup! Cmon Michael wakeup!". Smack! She used her paw to smack him awake with full force. COUGH! COUGH! " MICHAEL SPEAK TO ME!!...". ".....". "MICHAEL!?". " God...is that you?...have ive been sentenced to hell..?". COUGH! " Michael stop bieng dramatic cmon! We have a one way ticket to freedom up there!. " My hyung...where is he?" " hes here- NO WAIT!.". The rat was no longer with them, it had used its head to move the closed manhole to freedom along side the lucifer plush. Seemed the thing wasnt sealed off. " HES STILL BIENG KIDNAPPED MICHAEL CMON!". ..... Michael snaps out of his theatrics and stomps with all his might out of pure anger and hops all the way to the top. " I WILL CATCH IT, AND SENTENCE IT INTO INFINITE DEATH, MY HUMILIATION SHALL NOT BE IN VAIN!!!!".

" LETS GO MICHAEL! GET HIS ASS!!". niiri cheered him on before hopping towards the top. When they reach back on the surface, they spotted the rat attempting to run away from them. " THERE! SIT STILL NIIRI IM ABOUT TO UNLEASH HEAVENS LAW-". BEEP! in confusion both the couple and even the rats hears twitched as if something was coming. They where right, instantly they where blasted with intense water coming from every side of the long narrow building. Then suddenly, soap where shooting out. All where completely bubbled until, a bigger stream of water with the most horror inducing noise comes there way, completely soaking them like a flood of tsunami. Drying machines come circling them into dizziness, one of them caught onto Michael and he was thrown to the wall, causing him to turn back into his normal form. He was finally rid of the awful stench of the sewers but at what cost?. Niiri aswell returned to her form completely dazed as to what had happened. The rat shivered in coldness, decided this wasnt worth it anymore and ran off, leaving the now clean lucifer doll behind.

Grabbing the doll, niiri ran towards Michaels aid. Now with his hyung in her hands this horrible easter can finally be done and over with. " MICHAEL! MICHAEL!". " ......" she grabs the tiny arm of lucifer, mimicking his movement of nudging him awake. The familiar feeling of the fabric made Michael slowly open his eyes, then shot open and immediately snatched him in his arms. " MY HYUNG! OH THANK YOU DOLLY! YOUR THE BEST LOVER EVER!". he kisses the lucifer doll before reaching out to niiris face to smother hers as well. " Hahaha of course! If lucifer is in danger ill always save him." Gives him her hand to help lift him up. " And thats why i hold you in high regard my dear angel." Chu~. She blushes, holding his other hand to get the hell out of that car wash. " I suppose lets just go home now, its been a long day". " Your right, plus id rather us baithe in the most richest of body wash products. I fear we still have some stench in us...". " Hahaha oh dear your right where officially worse than king asmodeus!". They both laugh. " I hate that your right, lets waste no ti-". CRACK! " PUBLIC INDECENCY!". " HAVE YOU NO SHAME!?" " IS HE WEARING A CHASTITY BELT!?". " COVER YOUR BOOBS". CRACKS! a swarm of angry people then began throwing there confetti eggs towards the taboo couple, upon realizing it as they turn to a shop mirror. They realized they had no cloathe on the entire time. They where left back at the park once they had transformed into there rabbit forms. " Oh crap- OW STOP IT". " tsk! This is absolutely sad, you all lack faith in believing us angels with your ignorance! niiri we must leave at once!". Michael held her in bridal style before using his halo to brighten the entire section to blindness so he could fly away. Once they where gone everyone looked at eachother in confusion as to what had just happened.

Sanctuary; bathtime⛪🛁

" ahh~ much much better....~". Michael said in pure relaxation of the tubs warmth. Crossing a leg over, letting the water drip of his beautiful porcelain legs, while niiri was washing his hair; sitting behind him. The water was soaked in pure lavender herbs with bath bombs to ward of any awful stench left. " Looks like your hair is finally back to feeling rich and floral." With a bowl filled with lavender water, she pours it onto him. Ridding away any shampoo thats left. Massaging his scalp to fully seeth in the properties. " Good, now the exorcists can stop vomiting when i walk past them." He sounded annoyed, washing his lucifer doll as he talks. " Next year no park, lets just have our picnic here outside of the garden. We can be bunnies without any disturbances". " I must agree with you, after this incident im left traumatized to even go back there...". He scoffs. " Now you wish rats didnt exist huh?". " Very...". His rage at the rat caused the bath to bubble like a hot tub. " Calm down angelica, otherwise youll cook us to death!". She giggles. In turn the seraph chuckles with her. " Oh your right, after everything weve been through i wouldn't want us turned into rabbit stew next". He jokes. " Would we even taste good?" " Me? Id taste heavnly, you? Probably plastic." Splash! " Ack! Im joking!". Spitting out water that was splashed to him. " I know you where chicken wing~". She cackles joking back at him. Groans. " Me and my big mouth".

End

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Frankie x reader fic based on Taylor Swifts “Right where you left me”. Frankie and reader and childhood best friends and eachothers first loves and he enlists and leaves her without saying goodbye 🥺💔

Oh you wanna do this huh? RWYLM (and some added last kiss references because why not!!)

right where you left me (younger frankie morales x f! reader)

warnings: angst, oral (f) receiving, unprotected p in v sex, semi-public sex, mentions of parent dying, dirty talk, pain.

word count: 2.1K

summary: reader is left to deal with some unexpected news from the love of her life.

a/n: happy ending because i can’t do sadness, i am sorry.

His hand rests over one of yours as you scan over the menu for the 100th time. You know what you’re going to order, he knows what you’re going to order; but you still make a song and dance about how you’d ‘maybe want to try something else for a change.’

You don’t. Your ham & pineapple pizza arrives at the same time as his extra spicy - he rolls his eyes and screws his face up at your choice of toppings but you both know he’ll end up stealing a few slices when you’re not looking.

He tells you he loves you as you demolish off your forth slice, interrupting you mid-sentence with that gorgeous smile and an appearance from that dimple that makes you weak at the knees, you playfully scold him for those rude interruptions that you love so much.

Coupons, coins and screwed up $1 bills are hastily mounted on the little black tray with your receipt. You both tip more than you can afford but don’t want to piss off any waiters at the restaurant that you fell in love in.

He takes your hand in his as you leave the restaurant, rainfall drenching you both in seconds as you run towards his beat up truck, he insists on opening the door for you, not caring about the cold that’s threatening to seep into his bones.

*

You think back to the night you met him 2 years previous, your mother had made you drive to the restaurant to drop off your brothers wallet - he had called from one of those phones mounted on the wall between the bathrooms after realising he’d left it on his bedside table, you groaned and cursed all the way there; the radio humming quietly beneath your breathless rants.

He was perching over the pool table, the pool table that had no place in this cosy little restaurant, your brother standing next to him as he ranted and raved about Frankies technique. Your stomach dropped when he noticed you, dark brown eyes finding yours with ease and you swore you could feel him.

You didn’t notice your brother marching up to you, he pulled you out of the kind of trance that you’d refused to believe was real. The kind of love at first sight bullshit you’d spent your teenage years scoffing at.

He didn’t introduce you, you didn’t learn his name for a few more weeks. You’d convinced your friends that you all NEEDED to check out the dusty old restaurant that had a strict no live music or sports games rule.

“No, no, you need to leave,” you brother ranted the moment you all piled into the restaurant, “Can’t I have just one place where you aren’t fucking up my shit?”

You ignored him, too busy focusing on the sight of Frankie chatting to a girl who was messing with the collar of his shirt. You wanted to leave, you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole; and then he saw you. You can still picture it now, the way his face lit up, his eyes burrowing into yours and took a few clumsy steps back and smiled at you in a way that could have swept you off your feet.

The rest of the evening consisted of stolen glances and a silent promise that the both of you would find a way to each other.

You didn’t know his name, he didn’t know yours, but that very phone that Will had made the very phone call that had bought Frankie into your life; had become the place where you got to know the taste of his mouth. The feeling of his lips pressed against yours as he licked across your bottom lip with determination and lust? or maybe love?

Even now you can’t be sure.

When you mention it now, he swears it was love. You’re not fully convinced; sometimes you just think it was a horny 21 year old who liked the way you looked in that particular sundress.

You remember how he told you his name in a single whisper before his lips found yours again. Never then could you have imagined that it be the one that forever lingered on your lips.

*

You’re pulled out of your daydream but the feeling of his hand resting on your thigh, squeezing gently and inching up at every opportunity.

He parks his truck behind the back of your house, and the second the ignition is switched off, you’re on him. Tasting the lingering spices from his pizza, the beer and just a hint of mint from his toothpaste. His kisses always taste so good.

He mumbles something about how much he loves you in these dresses, he says something about how pretty you look but you know it’s because he likes the access. His large hands cover your bare breasts, squeezing gently as you roll down on him. “Let me taste you, Cariño” he almost begs, “Lay down.”

You do as he instructs, he peels your panties off as slowly as he can and shoves them in his jeans pocket, “Always so wet for me, my love” he murmurs before diving in. He eats your pussy like a man that’s been starved, he laps up your arousal like he hasn’t had a drink in weeks and he doesn’t stop until you’re hissing from overstimulation.

“Need to feel you,” you whimper as he rests his head on your thigh, looking at your glistening core and making filthy comments about how he’d spend his whole life sucking on your clit, pushing his tongue inside your pussy and revelling in your way you almost suffocate him your thighs when you come, “Frankie, please.” You beg. He obliges.

He rips down his jeans and boxers, freeing his thick cock, running his finger across the tip and letting the pre-cum that had been steadily dripping coat his length, “You ready for me, mi amor?” he asks as his lines himself up to your entrance, he waits until you’re nodding your head and practically screaming the world yes before burying himself inside of you, the stretch of him always makes you wince; you have never been with anyone else and bur even you know that he is blessed in that department.

He waits until you instruct him to move, slowly grinding his hips before moving himself in and out, building up a pace that always made you fall apart, always took your breath away and then he brings his fingers to your mouth, silently instructing you to lick before bringing them down to your clit and rubbing perfect circles into it, “Fuck baby, you feel that? You feel the way your pussy is holding on to me?” he splutters into your ear, “Fuck. My baby is like a vice.”

You come hard, you come with a scream of his name and he responds by burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking little bruises on your skin, continuing to thrust in and out as you ride out your high, his follows soon after, and you feel his hot cum paint your walls and he repeats over and over that he loves you. He’s always loved you. And he always will.

He found it hard to let you go today, his kisses became more and more possessive, his hands held you tighter than ever before and his words were dripping with more truth than ever before.

I love you. I have loved you from the first time I saw. I will love you for the rest of my life. No matter what happens, I will always love you. Te amo. Te adoro. Te Quiero. I love you. Te amo. I love you, I love you, I love you.

You weren't sure why there was a slight tone of sadness coating each word, you weren't sure why he was talking to you like you hadn’t promised to meet him that very next day in the very same restaurant that you’d spent countless hours in. So you gripped his face, bringing him in for another kiss, nuzzling your nose against his and telling him that you’d love him forever as well.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, baby,” you call from your front door and he blows you a kiss, “Goodnight, Francisco.”

He watches you go inside. He wills himself to turn the key and drive away, but he just can’t. He spends the night outside your house, unable to drive himself away and face the fact that tomorrow would bring you both misery.

*

He’s late. He’s never late. You start to panic, you feel it rise in your chest and a stinging in your eyes as tears threaten to spill down your face.

You’re pulled back to earth by the sound of the little bell above the door, immediately it makes your head spin around.

He’s there. His father is right behind him. He’s dressed in… camouflage? An army uniform. A patch that reads ‘MORALES’ nested above his heart, in the space that your head had called home for so many nights, his fingers brushing through your hair as you curled up there.

What is this? Why is he dressed like this? He didn’t want to do this. He’d told his dad a thousands times before that he wasn’t coming to join the army, and yet here he was.

Apparently fully indicted and about to leave to begin his training.

Your Frankie. The same Frankie that listened to your sob and Will and Benny talked about wanting to sign up, both of whom seemingly forgetting the pain that you all live with, after your father was killed in action. The same Frankie that promised he’d never do that to you.

“Hi baby” he says quietly as the damn that was holding your tears back breaks, “I’m sorry.” He lays down an envelope in front of you, “I don’t expect you to wait for me, and I don’t expect you to forgive me; but I meant it… I will love you forever.”

You turn away, unable to look at him, his father mutters something and them both needing to leave. Frankie tries to get you to look at him, you don’t, he reaches out and his fingertips wipe away the tears staining your checks, you push his hand away. “I love you, mi bebita” he says before walking out the door.

You stay there, the dim light still managing to highlight your heartbreak. Cross-legged on the uncomfortable chair you’re sitting on, mascara streaking down your face as your sobs become silent, tears still falling but your throat unable to provide a soundtrack to your devastation.

The owner of the restaurant wraps his arms around you, and places a drink in front of you; he says nothing. He leaves you there to sob. The waiters and waitresses say nothing, they all send over understanding and reassuring glances but it doesn’t help, nothing will help, this pain threatens to become the only thing you’ll ever know. You stay there.

You’re not sure how long you stay there for, you vaguely remember Will and Benny coming in and one of them carrying you out to your mothers car.

She sat in the back with you and held you in her arms as you cried harder and harder.

The ghost of the girl that had been loved by him so deeply remaining in that seat. She stayed there even when you’d gone, crying silently, the memory of the boy that stole her heart and his sweetest confessions replaying over and over again; only to be blown away by the memory of him sliding that letter into your hands and walking away.

*

“Happy birthday, flower,” Benny sings through your bedroom door, “Come downstairs.”

It’s been six months. The letter he wrote is still sealed and placed next to your alarm clock, your glance at it, maybe today will be the day.

You drag yourself downstairs and your mother pulls you into a hug, your aunts and uncles are all gathering and wishing you a happy birthday.

“Cake for breakfast,” you say with a smile “Still my favourite tradition.”

“Make a wish, sweetheart” your mother says as she slightly pinches your cheek and peppers a small kiss to your forehead, “We will all pray it comes true.”

You make a wish. The wish they all know the wish that you’re making, the one that makes your heart ache with sadness.

You step back and unknowingly into open arms, they tighten around your waist and his nose nuzzles against your check, “What did you wish for, mi bebita?” Frankie whispers into your ear.

[purebarnes]

‘infinity war cast play: family feud

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ ➢ following along the family feud that the cast of the avengers played during infinity war

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ➢ 1.8k

ᴅɪꜱᴄʟᴀɪᴍᴇʀꜱ ➢ fluff, sweet/jealous seb, funny marvel moments in general

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋꜱ ➢ wanted to start this idea but never got to write it, hope it gets love since it was fun to write and i just enjoyed it in general

every time you and the cast would wrap up a movie was great because it meant you guys would have interviews and press tours to attend. for you, the games and trivia games were the ones you all really enjoyed because it just would be chaotic.

still it would a great time, you got along with everyone so no drama would surround you guys which was a good thing when you work with other actors. when you first started working with marvel, you hit it off with mackie at first, during captain america: the winter soldier.

your publicist makes sure you had time to move things around so that you could make it the live event with the rest of the cast.

you and sebastian were together but didn’t live with each other since you two were still waiting for the right time to move in together. anthony would tease you guys, saying you’re both married but not being committed. all jokes aside, you two did love each other but time would take it’s course and you would be happy soon enough.

when you arrived surrounding to the Los Angeles press junket, you met a few co-stars back stage. obviously you saw all the girls—with you adored. when you saw your boyfriend, you ran sneakily behind him before scaring him slightly. he jumped back from his seat where he was talking to anthony and letitia about something.

anthony looked up seeing your face, “you finally showed up. he was getting worried.” he chuckled before getting up to hug you while you hugged back letting go to see letitia and greet her as well. you turned to sebastian seeing that he was wearing something remotely similar to your outfit.

he wore a black and white stripped jacket which you wore one like that but it was a tad different with a matching skirt. he eyes you up and down seeing what you were wearing this time, letitia gawked at the couple matching even if it was accidentally. “you guys look so cute.” she squealed rapidly pointing at both of them as they both chuckled.

anthony hummed, “huh. what’s up with matchy matchy?” he questioned them as sebastian shrugged honestly not getting how they would of done that. the man obviously thought she looked gorgeous in that skirt and jacket so it didn’t bother him at all. “i think you look beautiful.” he admired you as you blushed and buried your head in his crock of his neck while thanking him.

anthony rolled his eyes until the russo brothers came telling everyone that it was time to start the family feud game and start the live broadcast. you walked towards everyone, where the russo brothers went to place you all in teams: blue vs purple.

anthony and joe did anything to keep mackie and seb from the opposite teams to not create that much chaos or to create it which didn’t matter. you went on the blue team with chris, scarlett, letitia, anthony and bautista. then the red team consisting with benedict, zoe, mark, chris hemsworth, pom and sebastian.

you greeted your team waiting for them to start as you made small talk with anthony and dave as you were in the middle of both of them. once the russo’s started—it was all chaotic from that point. “why don’t the blue team introduce themselves.” joe spoke looking at the blue team.

everyone from the team would get and when it got you mackie, he just was being a fool but so hilarious whenever he spoke. “i’m anthony mackie, i’m a libra.” bringing up his sign for anyone. “I’m y/n y/l/n.” you would smile when it would get to you.

the other team would do the same, then making the russo’s to explain how the game would work and all the rules. once you all got the hang of it, chris and zoe ended up being the first ones to make it and compete against each other. “which infinity war character would put on the best concert?”

zoe getting it first because pratt was slow, said his character which she got right being the first one on the answer board. benedict would repeat zoe’s answer not understanding the concept of family feud as the whole blue team would tease him on that. “good answer!” anthony laughed making you look up and chuckle as he defended himself.

“i’m english! whoa, stop.” joe explained it the english man and he looked relieved after he got the idea, getting the right answer again. when it got to sebastian he said dr. strange and got it correct then getting close to three strikes when it was at zoe.

the russo’s giving out clues and hints didn’t make the blue team wasn’t pleased because it was too easy for them. “what! you cheatin, you think steve harvey would give a hint?” chris would yell out to joe then you would agree with him. them all laughing at chris getting annoyed but not in a serious manner.

you would see that they would go and talk and you stopped them as they weren’t exactly playing the right way. “wait? you guys can’t confirm.” you spoke up pointing at zoe trying to talk to pom and the rest of her team. joe would confirm that, that would be true.

zoe trying to get another clue but the blue team interfering with her telling her no more clues. “okay, you know what. basta. i’m going to say rocket.” when her and benedict got them wrong it would be time for the blue team to steal.

chris would pull you guys together to confirm he answer but mackie kept repeating where their clue was—you would remind him that you thought that was the clue. “what? no, that’s their clue! who producing this?” you would look over to see them talking about who to pick. “well if it’s a guardian... then who did we already say? we said drax, already said star lord, we said rocket. so groot?” you implied.

letitia nodded when chris still wasn’t sure if that was the answer looking at the camera trying to get an answer from the fans. “feed me the answer. mackie says it groot but i don’t trust mackie—yes, you do!” mackie would say.

“i say trust him—thank you!” you would say making anthony hugging you when sebastian would glare at him making him laugh out loud looking back at him. letting go and telling joe that, they picked groot for the answer. “do they say groot for the win?” joe asked making the board ding causing the blue team to cheer for the win that they just got.

the next question being who would they take to prom... as letitia would take your answer, you’d have to figure on out when make chose his answer. “as much as i don’t like him. and his great hair.. uh bucky.” anthony paused. obviously getting the right answer and it being number one. anthony would look at sebastian but he would shake his head getting flustered.

it was your turn and you couldn’t say anything because you honestly had no idea, “alright y/n, you are up.” you hummed trying to see if you could think of someone on the spot. “look around.” they would try to help you to get a answer, anthony looking at you grinning.

“come on. imma look away cause you’re thinkin about me.” he would say looking the other way dramatically making you laugh then patting his shoulder clicking your tongue. “okay, i’m going to say uh... the falcon, sam wilson?” anthony grinning at you tilting his head while showing his bicep.

sebastians head rapidly going up when she chose anthony, “boo!” he booed putting a thumbs down and blowing raspberries at her direction. everyone laughing at his jealousy as you frowned feeling bad, “i’m sorry!” you quietly said as joe kept moving on. “alright facebook did you say sam wilson?” he asked the board and it dinged making anthony cheer at his name on the list.

almost finishing the questions, it was between mackie and hemsworth picking who would win in a staring contest. going around the purple team, they all started to get all the answer right and it went to seb. he looked around stoping at you and just staring, “i’m going with y/c/n.” you shook your head then waiting to see the answer. “did you say y/c/n, the sorceress?” he got that right making them all cheer.

they all go in a line getting all the answers right when seb was up again, “don’t screw it up bucky like you always do.” anthony yelled out making him stare up at him intensely, “what did you say to me—you heard what i said.” they kept going back and forth with each other.

you kept trying to contain yourself from laughing as they were so childish between themselves. “i’m gonna go with the falcon.” sebastian said staring at him continuously. when it came on the screen, you put your head down in disbelief.

the next round was you and sebastian and when you didn’t go up because you didn’t know it was your turn, joe told you to go up. you looked at him and walked to him. you put your hands in your pockets, seeing seb waiting for you. “oh oh. this is about to become intense, girlfriend vs boyfriend.” joe teased when you smiled and put you hand over seb’s.

you pulled away getting ready to answer your question and you probably knew it would work out because you hated being pressured. anthony russo looked at both of you and mentioned how you guys were matching, “you guys are matching, just noticed that—isn’t it cute!” letitia yelled but getting shushed by you.

“okay, which infinity war character takes the longest to get ready in the morning?” when he announced it you did your best to press the button by sebastian had quicker reflexes then you. you groaned watching him chuckle, “i swear my button is broken.” you complained but it was all jokes because you just lost.

“i think it works—mmh, no it’s broken. hurry say your answer.” you rolled your eyes wanting to hurry and leave, “downey. tony stark.” when the answer popped up you rolled your eyes, swatting your hand away. seb went over to hug you as you sighed but hugged him back anyway.

the ending was horrible because the opposite team won making you annoyed... you ended up having a good time with your friends. you walked passed all of them to use the bathroom and you went to open the door, you were tackled by some hands making you squeal.

you turned around to see sebastian and you sighed then when you composed yourself, you hit his shoulder. “don’t do that. i was about to hurt you.” he chuckled lowering his hands to your waist and pulling you close. “i missed you.” he mumbled kissing the side of your cheek. “we have to hurry for the press, then you can miss me even more.”

[thefabulousfab-3]

📓👀

Okay, so I’ve been thinking about this fic for forever!!!!! I want to write it but I’m super scared to because I’m afraid it’s going to suck. But I basically have a super rough outline of it.

So it’s for Ben x Devi and it’s a Much Ado About Nothing au. Not a true one cause I have no time for the whole random meddling brother thing. However there will be drama cause I do love drama.

• Set post college. It’s the summer after Devi and co graduate from college. Devi is planning on going to grad school (I honestly go back and forth on this detail)

• They are all planning on going on vacation together for 2/3 weeks,to Ben’s families fancy vacation home in Miami (or whenever idk) to celebrate being done with college. (Devi does not know that they are going to Ben’s vacation home and that he is coming at first, Eleanor tells her and she freaks out and has to be convinced)

• Everyone met in college. (Eleanor, Fabiola, Aneesa, and Devi were in the same dorm same with Oliver, Ben, Paxton, and Malcom)

They all became friends and the fighting between Devi and Ben makes everyone in the group awkward and a little annoyed.

• Ben and Devi were BEST friends their freshman year of college but something happened in the first semester of sophomore that they both refuse to talk about to anyone, that made them absolutely “hate” each other.

• Before the trip Eleanor and Malcom (whose personality I’ve changed for the purpose of this fic so he is a secret asshole) announce that they are engaged. Everyone is “Supportive” they’ve only been dating a little while and it seems sudden. (Important side note Eleanor and Oliver dated briefly when they were freshman)

• they decided to plan a fun little engagement dinner the last week of the vacation. Inviting the couples immediate families down. (This could be thought out a little better)

• after the extremely long ride down to the vacation house due to Devi and Ben’s constant bickering. The rest of the group steals away to concoct a plan.

•they come up with the scheme to try to get them together (like in the play). Ben over hears the guys talking about how Devi’s in love with him and Devi hears the girls talking about how Ben’s in love with her.

• shenanigans ensue as both of them are grappling with the fact that they do have feelings for each other.

• Malcom finally reveals his toxic self and accuses Eleanor of cheating on him with Oliver. Cause he swore he saw them kissing on the beach (spoiler alert it’s not so). He chooses to do this at the engagement party and causes a huge scene.

• Ben kicks him out (horray) and then maybe more drama with the other guys? Idk I might just scrap that plot line.

• Devi x Ben get closer and realize that the thing that caused them to hate each other was stupid and wasn’t even a thing.

•bam they fall in love even though they were basically already in love

•lots of feelings and confessions.

Again SUPER ROUGH outline. But yeah, there it is.

[truglori]

Sneaky Link 🔗

Synopsis: Black Reader and Eric find each other online!

Pairing: Erik Stevens x Black Reader

Warning: Language, Smutt, Raw sex

Flopping on the bed Y/N found herself bored for the fourth Friday night in a row. This was supposed to be the season of hook ups and living her best carefree lifestyle that she had planned out but yet is was the exact opposite. Being on summer break from college Y/N had to come back home with the schools being closed. It was something she dreaded.

Home for her wasn’t the best place to be. Between her judgmental and nagging parents and older brother, Chris, Y/N was ecstatic when she discovered that she would be going to a school that was over three hundred miles away. Being four hours away gave her enough freedom knowing that she didn’t have any one breathing down her neck or snitching to her parents about whatever she did. With it only being her sophomore year Y/N loved the college lifestyle.

Getting up she went to her window to open it and put in her square fan. Her air conditioner that she always kept in her room was now being used by her brother so she had to settle for this. Turning the knob she felt the warm cool breeze coming through and taking up the room. Walking back to her bed she logged into her laptop going onto the web browser. Clicking the history she found the website she was searching for and tapped it.

Quick Link popped up on her screen. It was a site that allowed people to meet and chat with other people. Even though Y/N has been going on it for weeks now back and forth, she never met one person that she has chatted with yet. She was okay with talking to them online and even over the phone but the thought of seeing them in person scared her. With all of the Lifetime movies and ID channel she would watch, doing something as small as meeting up with them could be dangerous.

Y/N scrolled through her recent messages. She had over ninety-nine notifications. She knew that she wasn’t going to reply to them all, only the once she found cute. It was like a broken record being played. They all inbox her with the same messages, hey sexy! Y/N rolled eyes at the un-originality. To her it seem like the guys didn’t even try to put in any effort.

Tapping on the keyboard she began to text back the handful that she found attractive when she got two notifications. Hurrying up her sentence she exited out of the chat and clicking on her new direct messages.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Y/N, what in the hell is yo ass doing on this shit...10:35pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- And I know you still online. I can see the green bubble by ya picture...10:36pm

Y/N squinted at the name. Who the hell was this texting her like they knew her? The question alone made her stomach flutter at the idea of getting caught on a dating site by someone she knew or knew her. Clearly this person recognized her enough to boldly message her. Clicking on their username she went to their page. Her heart stopped and thighs clenched at the same time.

It was Erik fucking Stevens aka her brother’s childhood best friend. Chris and Erik were the same age and only three years older than Y/N. Growing up Y/N stayed crushing on Erik. It was his braids that he rocked back in the day that had her drooling over him but also how nice he was to her. Y/N remembered the time when she was a freshman in high school and Chris and Erik were both Juniors she would always get a ride with them every morning in his 2005 Honda Accord. He would steal glances at her through his rear view mirror that only she would catch but to afraid to ask him about it.

There would be times that she would find underwear from a girl tucked under the backseat. Y/N heard about the rumored that went around the school that Erik was a player. An experienced one at that. He was grown before his time and with the way the lucky girls who had a chance to sleep with him describe it, he gave dick like he was a grown man as well.

Hearing that did nothing but spark the flame that she felt about him. She wanted to experience it herself. But being the quiet and timid person she was then, she never did. It wasn’t until Y/N went to college where she lost her virginity her freshman and started having sex on the regular with her ex who was also her first. From the first few times they did it, she could never cum from penetration. Y/N thought it was normal and that every girl dealt with it until she shared a few stories with her friends and they would tell her about the way their guys would make them squirt.

Squirting was something Y/N always wanted to do but could never achieve with her guy. She loved feeling him inside of her stretching her open but he was a quick pumper. He came too fast for her and couldn’t last long enough to get her to nut. So after every session she would take her bullet and tortured her clit until she felt her cream escaping her hole. Not having sex since the last time she was at school had Y/N body extremely horny and hot and ready like a little ceasars pizza.

Clicking through his pictures had her clenching her thighs. After he graduated high school, the graduation was the last place she seen Erik. She wasn’t even sure if Chris and him were still close friends. But what she could say is that he grew up very nice. He now had dreads that hung over his eyes with a clean shape up to top it off. His teeth pearly and white accompanied by gold canines he was wearing in every other picture and last but not least his body was everything. Standing at 6’3 and looking like a solid 215 from her view Erik was fine as fuck.

Giggling and embarrassed with herself she replied back.

BlackBeauty- Erik omg...this is so embarrassing. How did you find me?...10:40pm

Biting the nail on her thumb she waited for him to answer her. To her surprise he wrote back fairly faster than what she expected.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Noticed yo little ass on the explore page. I know you not on here meeting with these wack ass niggas...10:42pm

She laughed re-reading his message. To her it sound like it was possessive but she didn’t want to over think it.

BlackBeauty- Never!! I am not stupid. I haven’t met one person yet...10:44pm

Hitting the send button she rolled her eyes noticing herself getting desperate from his attention.

HandsomeAssNigga👅-Okay bet! I don’t wanna have to fuck you up youngin 😈...10:47pm

Biting her lip, she stared down the emoji. She wondered what that meant. She wondered in what way did he meant when he said he would fuck her up. At this point Y/N was dripping between her thick thighs.

BlackBeauty- What about you? I know you out here fucking these bitches you meet on here. Don’t lie lol...10:49pm

Y/N didn’t want to seem nosy, she was just trying to make conversation.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Damn you cuss now? And second of all don’t be worried about what I do with my dick. I’m grown and that’s different...10:51pm

Bringing a hand down to her covered pussy Y/N caressed it. The warmth coming through her panties and cotton shorts. She didn’t know what it was but the way he was responding had her feeling a type of way. She wasn’t the shy young girl anymore he used to know and she wanted to make that clear.

BlackBeauty- I’m grown too Erik 💦...10:53pm

Her heart beat sped up when she sent the text not knowing how he was going to respond.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- To who? I know ya young ass ain’t out here fuckin yet. You was too shy for that last time I saw you. Even if you was, I know you ain’t getting know real dick...10:55pm

HandsomeAssNigga👅- What’s that emoji supposed to represent? Ya pussy or sum shit? Let me find out Y/N 👿...10:56pm

There goes that little devil that had her questioning herself again.

BlackBeauty- I get dick on the regular. Good dick! And yes Erik that emoji reps my pussy. Same young pussy that’ll be too wet for you to handle! I’ll have you drownin in my shit...10:59pm

Y/N could always talk a good game online. It was where she could be get as nasty as she wanted without actually putting in work. The guys who would hit her up loved her foreplay that she had spit over the internet and she was fortunate enough where they never pressed her to meet in person.

HandsomeAssNigga👅- Bring that pussy here and I’ma show you if I’ll drown in it. Stop fucking playing with me Y/N if you not gonna pull up. I don’t do this back and forth teasing shit. You tryna do a Sneaky Link or what?...11:02pm

Checking the hall Y/N seen that the lights were off. Her parents were most likely sleeping and Chris always worked Friday nights. This was the perfect time and opportunity to leave. She would have to sneak the keys from the key holder and use her dad’s car to get to his place. Y/N didn’t do this on the regular but because it was Erik she was curious. She wanted to see for herself if all of the rumors were true. Y/N was going to fuck him tonight.

BlackBeauty- Send me the addy..I’m on my way...11:04pm

________

After showering and preparing for her dick appointment Y/N successfully snuck out of the house. She put his address in her GPS. It was a twenty minute drive to get to his apartment. Putting the car in park and turning it off, Y/N felt the butterflies in her stomach grow while walking into the building. Taking her phone out she went to his message and looking up the apartment number he gave her. Apartment 3B.

Knocking on the door. She held her hands together tightly. She was beyond nervous and rethinking her decision as her heart kept thumping. She couldn’t believe that she was really going to go through this. After so many years of fantasizing about him in her room she was finally going to see the real thing. Y/N only wondered if it was as good as she hoped.

The door swung open showing Erik sipping on a glass of dark liquor. In nothing but a tight wife beater that clung to his chest and his sweats that hung low Y/N could see the print poking through so visibly. It looked like he was free balling it.

“Damn ma. You wasn’t lying about getting grown. You look good as shit.” Erik sipped from his glass. He stepped aside inviting her in.

Y/N smiled softly going inside. She only took a few steps in and stood to the side waiting for him. She heard the door lock behind her as it caused her to gulp hard on her spit.

Erik eyed her with his low eyes. He chuckled seeing that she was clearly nervous.

“So that’s ya thing?” His voice was low and deeper than what she remembered.

“What’s my thing?” Her soft voice speaking up.

“Talking shit online but quiet it person.” He stated putting her on the spot.

Y/N smacked her lips and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned facing his livingroom.

“Nah ain’t no whatever. What’s good ma? Where that big girl energy go?” He walked up behind her pressing his body into hers. The hand that wasn’t holding his cup wrapped around her waist gripping the small pudge on her stomach.

Y/N shivered when she felt his dick on her ass. Her assumption was right. He wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath his sweats. She could feel the coldness of his chains on her shoulder when he leaned on her due to her only wearing a tank top. She grabbed his hand, not pushing him away but holding on to him.

“I’m here aren’t I?” She gazed at him over her shoulder.

He smirked at her smart remark. “You need anything before we start? A drink, blunt, something to help you calm ya scary ass down.” He teased.

She pushed his hand from around her waist and folded her arms. “I’m not scary Erik. If I was I wouldn’t be here.”

“Then why you barely saying shit?” He licked his lips.

Y/N shrugged. “It’s just been a while since I saw you. You look...different.” Playing with her diamond earning, she occupied her fingers.

“I may look different but I’m still the same Erik that used to jack ya brother up every time he fucked with you when no one was looking. Ain’t shit changed about me ma so you can relax. I’m tryna take care of you tonight.” He spoke stepping closer.

They were now face to face. Y/N’s frame staring up into his 6’3 one. When she would inhale she could smell his expensive cologne mix with the Hennessy he’s been sipping on since she got here.

“Okay.” She answered with a bite of her bottom lip.

Erik groaned at the action. Both of his hands behind his back now, he bent down to her level to meet her halfway. “C’mere.” He demanded a kiss with messy dreads hanging over his eyes.

Meeting him where he was, Y/N listened giving him one. The taste of the dark liquor transferring over to her taste buds from his tongue invading her mouth. The warmth of it made her melt under him and causing her head to lean back. She was already growing weak just from the kiss.

Erik reached behind her slapping her ass and gripping it with his free hand. “Fuck you doing all that for and I ain’t even do shit yet.” He spoke against her lips peaking through his eyelids.

“Hurry up then daddyy.” Y/N whined.

“That’s my name for the night? I like that shit.” He walked them backwards until they reached his room which wasn’t far away from the front.

Placing his glass down on his dresser he lifted her up by her thighs, picking her up. Y/N squealed from the unexpected action. She held onto his neck hoping he wouldn’t drop her. Erik chuckled playing with her ass cheeks before laying her down on the bed gently.

“You sucked dick before...miss grown?” Bringing his hand down, he massaged his print through his sweats.

Leaning up on the palm of her hands, Y/N nodded answering yes. She did it plenty of times with her ex, who she could make cum quickly off of head alone but the way Erik was grabbing his tool made her think differently.

“So what’s up then? Come show me what that mouth do?”

Kicking off her sandals Y/N got off the bed. His eyes stayed glued to her. Getting on her knees in front of him she tugged the sides of the grey sweats and pulled them down to his mid thigh. His dick sprung out almost hitting her in the face had she been centimeters closer.

Long and thick was what it was. A beautiful smooth brown texture covered his heavy package. Y/N felt her mouth watered thinking about how her cream and juices would look being all over it. This man was truly blessed and so far proving the rumors to be true.

Erik twisted his hips side to side wagging it in front of her. He lifted the wife beater up and tucked it under his chin so that he can get a good view.

Grabbing the base of his length Y/N eyed it. She was trying to figure out ways to be able to swallow this monster without choking. Sticking her tongue out she tapped his tip against it. A string from her saliva on her tongue being attached to his head every time they separated. With her prior experience and watching porn she grew to have her own technique.

Y/N allowed the spit to build up in her mouth when she sucked on his tip. No nigga likes dry head and she wasn’t going to start giving it today. She wanted it to be extra sloppy for Erik. Tightening her jaws she went up and down on his dick. Taking only about four inches of him and using her spit to stroke the rest of him. With just the little bit of his length she was able to take she could already feel him reaching her back.

“Fuck that throat feel good. Shitt!” Erik groaned gripping her tight kinky curls and putting them into a ponytail. He tilted his head watching her go stupid on his dick. He sucked in his lower lip when she began to swivel her head around.

Long drips of spit went falling down on her black tank top. Erik’s eyebrows scrunched up the moment he felt her take his balls in her mouth and suck on them lightly while stroking his tip. His stomach started to tighten and his toes dug into his carpet. This girl was trying to take his soul the way she sucking him up.

“Man whatchu doing Y/N?” Erik asked amazed, closing his eyes for a second. He couldn’t remember the last time he had head this good.

“I’m showing you that I’m grown daddy.” She answered coming up.

Now both of her hands were focused on playing with his balls while she sucked his tip and some of the few inches she was able to reach. Her eyes stared into his not stopping at all. She had him right where she wanted him. She could tell from the way his breathing sped up that he was getting weak and ready to bust a nut. Y/N tightened her suction to make it happen when she felt him pull her off by her hair.

Erik took one hand gripping her spit covered chin and tilted her head up to look at him. “Fuck is you doing sucking my dick like that ma? You tryna make me hold you hostage for the whole night?” He asked seriously.

Y/N giggled. “I just wanna make you cum Daddy.” She reached for his tip and gripped it making him jerk forward.

Erik smacked his lips annoyed that she had him feeling like sensitive. “Chill with that. Let me fuck you first before you suck this nut out.”

Helping her up and placing her back on the bed Erik slide off her biker shorts tossing them somewhere. Underneath them she had on some cotton hipster panties with little rainbows spreaded everywhere. Erik laughed when he seen it.

“Why you wearing shit like this ma?” He teased stepping out of his pants and getting on the bed.

“Because it’s cute. Why you worried about what I’m wearing instead of taking them off?” Y/N mocked his question.

Erik smirked bringing his hand up to the piece of cloth and ripping them straight down the middle and threw them on the ground. A gasp left Y/N lips as she was shocked from him doing that. Slapping his forearm, her lips went into a pout becoming upset.

“Erik, I just brought those two weeks ago.” She smacked the hand that was rubbing her thigh.

“You said to take them off. My bad. That’s the way I usually do it.” He lifted her legs by the back of her thighs while he consoled her as a distraction.

Y/N was frustrated at the fact that he ripped her new panties but also that she wasn’t going to have any to wear back home after this link.

“I don’t care how you do it, you shouldn’t have- ohh shiitt!” Her rant was cut off with the sound of moans leaving her mouth.

Holding her legs by the back of her knees Y/N glanced down to see Erik flicking her clit. The tip of his tongue felt wet and firm, in a good way. She really started to feel it when he took one hand and spread her phat pussy lips. Now her clit was out in the open and more accessible. Erik’s eyes met hers through his dreads when his lips wrapped around her bud and began to suck.

“Mm fuck...daddyy!” The sensation had Y/N’s hips thrusting to meet his vacuum like suction. So powerful and wet.

“I want you to cum on this fuckin tongue!” His words were muffled by the lips of her pussy surrounding his but it was enough to reach her ears. Taking a hand he smacked her outer thigh making his demand clear.

Her warm and slick juices ran out of her opening. It was something about the way he commanded her to nut that made her wetter and willing. Y/N liked to be dominated. Lifting up the tank top and pulling it up to her chest she tweaked and flipped her nipples adding to the stimulation. For her the feeling of having her nipples played with while getting her pussy ate made her orgasm a hundred times better.

“Eat this fucking pussy b-babyy-“ She whimpered feeling a tear slide down the corner of her eye.

Even though he noticed it, Erik didn’t stop. The juices that he caught in his mouth made it hard. He loved a good tasting ass pussy. Y/N definitely had one. Moving his assault from her clit he put his tongue in her tight opening. He began to fuck her with it. Erik put his hands under her ass cheeks and got a good cuff before bringing her back and forth on his stiff tongue. With the way her legs were still in the air he could see Y/N toes curl the second he started the action. She began leaking so quickly. Erik chuckled inwardly when he felt her walls squeezing on him.

“Mhm.” He moaned teasing her.

Y/N was cumming from the second time just off of his mouth alone. She reached down to rub her clit while he stuck his tongue deep inside her. She ain’t never got head this good before back at college. Her thighs began to shake as she felt another mini orgasm hit. Her pussy growing sensitive and overstimulated.

Grabbing his dreads she lifted his head up. “Daddy you was eating my pussy so good. Fuckk!” She moaned with a quiver in her voice.

“Now I’m bout to beat this pussy up real good too. Turn around. I want that ass from the back.” Erik barked getting on his knees.

Swiftly taking off her tank top, Y/N turned around like he said and got on all fours. She felt a firm smack to her right ass cheek. Moaning she rocked back and forth and twerked each cheek individually. Y/N looked over her shoulder behind her seeing Erik watching her move it so effortlessly. His hands went up to her waist and pulled her closer to him. Now she could feel her mound rubbing against his bare hard rock hard stick.

“Doing all this ass shaking, you better not try to run from the dick. I don’t want none of that.” He gripped a cheek spreading it watching her pussy lips follow.

“I’m not gon run daddy..I promise.” She reassured him softly.

Erik gripped the base of his length. Smacking it against her her clit he played with it for a while to warm her up. When he heard her moaning and seen her backing up against him he knew she was ready. Erik sent a drip of spit on the tip of his dick and rubbed it over it with a free hand. He teasingly dipped in and out of her tight hole. Y/N pussy was tight as fuck and he knew he had to work his way in. Getting deeper and deeper with each inch her warm wet walls clung on to him.

“Ooh fuck!” Y/N eyes closed not expecting him to feel like this. Erik was stretching her pussy out. Her arms sprawled out in front of her gripping his sheets.

“Tight ass pussy you got. What happened to getting dick on the regular? Hmm?” Holding her down by the small of her back Erik made her arch deeper as he stroked her slick walls.

Y/N’s mouth couldn’t close or make a sound. From the position he had her in she couldn’t move or run if she wanted to. Pinned down and made to take it. Erik was dicking her down. His heavy fat dick busting her pussy open and touching her stomach. Fuck that. He was putting it in her chest. Y/N reached behind her to hold on to his wrist while he pounded her pussy with precision. Her face smashed into the bed. His dick was too good for her.

“Ooh baby... Daddy don’t fuck me like this!” She shouted not knowing what she was saying. Y/N didn’t want him to stop but she couldn’t handle the pressure he was putting on her bladder.

Erik didn’t have just a big dick that could stretch a pussy out. He knew how to fuck with it. When he stroked he didn’t use his whole body he worked his hips and that’s what drove bitches crazy about him. Erik would fuck like he was trying to make a baby.

“I thought you came here to get fucked?” He asked lifting off her. He bended one knee and balanced his weight on his foot pressing it into the bed. His hand wrapped around her throat as he caught a rhythm making her throw it back on him.

The sound of skin clapping filled the room. Y/N’s arch was now the deepest it’s ever been with Erik choking her from behind and making her head tilt up towards the ceiling. Cramping in her stomach let her know that she was about to break. She was finally about to cum from penetration alone. His curved tip would press on a spot she didn’t know she had there causing her legs to convulse. Her whimpers and moans only encouraged him to keep doing what he was doing. Which was tearing her pussy up.

“Shiitt!!” She cursed grabbing onto her titty to have something to hold on.

Erik bit his lip seeing her ass tremble from her orgasm and feeling her squeezing his dick with a vice grip. He slapped her left cheek before pulling out to flip her over on her back. Looking down at his meat it was covered in her creamy juices. His dick jumped at the sight.

“Good ass pussy.” He mumbled in a trance.

Using the weight of his hips he thrusted finding his way back inside of her. The warm wet tunnel closing in on him. Erik lifted up the wife beater that was still on in the mist, and brought it up under his chin tucking it to move it out of his way. His hands found the back of her thighs and pinned them against her chest. He began stroking and getting deeper from the angle.

Being trapped from his hold that he had on her, the only thing Y/N could do was bring her hands to his hips trying to interrupt his movements. Y/N didn’t like this feeling. He was going too deep. Deeper than what she was used to. Shaking her head from side to side she pushed at his hips that only kept going due to her weak and trembling arms not being able to produce enough strength.

“Move ya fuckin hands.” He demanded while keeping his steady stroke. Erik cussed under his breath hearing the smacking sounds coming from her hole that could be mistaken for a pot of mac and cheese being stirred. That’s how good Y/N pussy was.

Her tight walls gripped his dick. Erik looked between their bodies watch the beautiful art being made. Her pussy following him whenever he pulled out to the tip just to be sucked back in. Pussy as good and wet as hers always got him to bust hard. He was close. Leaning down to her neck he kissed and sucked her skin while having her pinned down taking his length. Erik felt her walls slick up and knew she was about to nut again.

“Let that shit go mama.” He whispered in her neck.

Y/N’s nails scratched against his back. Her eyes wailed up with tears feeling the pressure in her stomach building up. She lost count of how many times he had made her cum tonight but she knew she was grateful and only prayed that this wasn’t the last time she got dick this bomb.

“Unhh.” She couldn’t produce any words. Her toes curled as she gazed at the ceiling feeling her body shake.

“There you go.” He pecked her neck.

Erik talked her through her nut while he continued to chase his. It wasn’t long before he felt his dick throb and grow inside of her. Pulling out he climbed on top of her holding his body up with one hand pressed into the bed as he stroked his dick with the other. Y/N opened her mouth and sucked his tip. She could feel his seed spilling on her tongue and traveling down her throat. She wasn’t usually a swallower but the way he had just fucked her he deserved to have his dick milked.

“Ahh shit!” Erik cursed caressing her jaw as he watched her suck him dry. She was cleaning both her juices and his nut off of his dick.

A popping sound escaped her mouth when she released him. Y/N’s body couldn’t move as she laid back staring at him with disbelief. Erik caught her face expression.

“What?” He asked standing on the side of the bed.

“Nothing. It’s just the rumors that I heard about you were all true. You do give some good dick.” Turning to lay on her side Y/N smiled.

Erik laughed. “Yeah well I could say the same about you.”

Her brows knitted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Little birdy that goes to your college told me about how good ya pussy was. Had to find out for myself.” He smirked at her.

“Erik what are you talking about?” Y/N sat up.

“I’m talking about your ex that you fuck from time to time is my second cousin. Nigga couldn’t stop running his mouth about you. Small world ain’t it?”

He paused watching the confusion clouding over her face. “Besides why else you think I had hit you up tonight? It damn sure wasn’t to reminisce over the past.”

Taking off the wife beater, Erik leaned down to kiss her lips before walking away.

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[waitingforwinterwinds]

Game of Thrones - 69 TYRION IX (pages 737-746)

Tywin's council gets to hear about how cool Robb's battle plan at Riverrun was, then Tywin updates Tyrion on the new plan.

Chapter 69, heh, nice

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His father set a grueling pace, and it had taken its toll. Men wounded in the battle kept up as best they could or were abandoned to fend for themselves. every morning they left a few more by the roadside, men who went to sleep never to wake.Every afternoon a few more collapsed along the way. And every evening a few more deserted, stealing off into the dusk.

More stuff about war that D&D happily trimmed. I get that it can be hard to translate that sort of thing to screen, but I feel like they didn't even try, always focused on war in terms of 'how many liters of blood spray would make this shot look really cool' and not 'war isn't just the moment you swing a sword at your enemy, it's the moments in between, it's the travel and the slog, the rationing and the wounded.'

The slow and steady loss of hope in the face of unrelenting violence that seems so much bigger than you are and all of it for the ego of a few in power.

Ser Flement Brax wore a silver-and-purple tabard and the look of a man who cannot comprehend what he has just heard. "My lord father-" "Sorry, my lord," the messenger said. "Lord Brax was clad in plate-and-mail when his raft overturned. He was very gallant." He was a fool, Tyrion thought, swirling his cup and staring down into the winy depths. Crossing a river at night on a crude raft, wearing armor, with an enemy waiting on the other side - if that was gallantry, he would take cowardice every time.

"Discretion is the better part of valor."

Not to speak ill of the dead, but Lord Brax was a dipshit. In what universe did that seem like a sound strategy???

"Unless they trade three-for-one, we still come out light on those scales," Tyrion said acidly. "And what are we to offer for my brother? Lord Eddard's rotting head?" "I had heard that Queen Cersei has the Hand's daughters, "Lefford said hopefully. "If we give the lad back his sisters..." Ser Addam snorted disdainfully. "He would have to be an utter ass to trade Jaime Lannister's life for two girls."

Why? Why would that make him an ass? Because it's one-for-two? So the trade's not fair? Because you think Jaime's life is worth more than two young girls? Hostages are people, not numbers, hostage exchanges don't have to be number ratio fair, those are lives.

"- My grandson still sits on the Iron Throne, but the eunuch had heard whispers from the south. Renly Baratheon wed Margaery Tyrell at Highgarden this fortnight past, and now he has claimed the crown. The bride's father and brothers have bent the knee and sworn him their swords."

Oh? like he swore his to Ned?

"As you say my lord, but... why Harrenhal? That is a grim, unlucky place. Some call it cursed." "Let them," Lord Tywin said. "Unleash Ser Gregor and send him before us with his reavers. Send forth Vargo Hoat and his freeriders as well, and Ser Armory Lorch. Each is to have three hundred horse. Tell them I want to see the riverlands afire from the God's Eye to the Red Fork." "They will burn, my lord." Ser Kevan said, rising. "I shall give the commands." He bowed and made for the door. When they were alone, Lord Twin glanced at tyrion. "Your savages might relish a bit of raping. Tell them they may ride with Vargo Hoat and plunder as they like - goods, stock, women, they may take what they want and burn the rest."

piece of shit piece of shit piece of shit!!!!!

Deep breath... and out... and remember: they don't even have a Geneva. (Or respect for human life, or basic decency....)

Lord Tywin rose abruptly. "You are my son." That was when he knew. You have given him up for lost, he thought. You bloody bastard, you think Jaime's as good as dead, so I'm all you have left. Tyrion wanted to slap him, to spit in his face, to draw his dagger and cut the heart out of him to see if it was made of old hard gold, the way the smallfolks said. Yet he sat there, silent and still.

Shame it took a few seasons/books for that to change. Imagine the trouble that could have been saved.

Tywin really isn't making things better, he is a petty and vindictive piece of shit who cares about nothing but his own image and legacy. ... Ahhhhhh, that's where Cersei and Joffrey get it from, it's so obvious now that I've said it aloud.

Well, Tyrion's on his way to King's Landing so that's... something.

[watchmegetobsessed]

The best present - Harry Styles

Sequel to UPDATE

on demand, this is a fluffy little sequel to update, hope you’ll like it! tagging the people who asked for said sequel: @urdadbtch​ @f-vasquezp​ 

word count: 3k

masterlist

Harry has a soft spot for surprises. Especially if he is the one planning them for a loved one. The overflowing joy he sees in one’s eyes upon receiving a carefully planned surprise just gives him a different type of satisfaction in life, one he couldn’t live without.

His life has taken a pleasant turn ever since Y/N entered it, virtually and in a real dimension. It hasn’t been the easiest with his hectic schedule and her anchored life in Spokane, but with some time paid to adjusting to the situation they managed to make it work. He wouldn’t have settled for anything else, because he just simply couldn’t imagine his life without her anymore and luckily she felt the same way.

Harry fell in love with her quicker than what it took for the weather to turn cold in the fall. It felt like the most natural thing that has ever happened to him, to fall for her whole being, everything that’s her on the inside and outside. Harry often caught himself thinking what he did in life to earn such a beautiful person in his life. He hasn’t figured that one out yet.

Y/N was like a warm summer breeze on a hot august evening, easily charmed anyone and everyone Harry introduced her to. She slowly but surely met some of the most important people in Harry’s life and he just couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that it felt like she’s been part of his life since forever even on the first meetings.

“She is wonderful, I love her,” his mother told him when they finally had the chance to meet upon a weekend they spent in New York. It was a lucky time when both his mother and Y/N were free and he took the chance to cook up a mini vacation in the city right away. Anne was thrilled to meet the woman that had her son wrapped around her fingers even before meeting.

Harry felt like he was on the top of the world when he saw the two women get along like they’ve been friends for years, it filled his heart even more.

The situation was quite the same with Gemma, in just a blink of an eye they were making plans on their own not including Harry, which hit him a little hard in the chest, but he was happy knowing they found the common ground.

“You amaze me so much,” he once told Y/N when they were spending the night at her place, one of those weekends when Harry flew all the way to Spokane just to spend less than 48 hours with her. Even with the long flights and hustle that came with the traveling he wouldn’t have done it any other way. If he could see her smile for just ten minutes he would have travelled days.

“I do?” she asked smirking up at him, putting her book aside as she rested her chin on his tattooed chest.

“Mhm,” he hummed with a quirky smile. “In so many ways.”

“Write a song about them so I can listen to it,” she told him as a joke. Little did she know that not even a week later that’s exactly what Harry did. It was another addition to the endless list of songs she inspired.

December creeped its way around the corner faster than they were expecting and in a blink of an eye every store was filled with Christmas ornaments and wrapping papers, the most iconic Christmas songs were played everywhere, making those who work at retail want to throw Michael Bublé and Mariah Carey right out the window for every having the thought of recording Christmas music.

Harry and Y/N had plans for the holidays. They agreed on spending three days from 22nd to 24th with his family and then fly to Portland to be with her family from the 25th to 27th before they head to New York City to spend the last few days left from the year together and celebrate the new year at a party Harry was invited to.

These plans were set in stone right until Harry decided to surprise his lover with the best gift he could think about. It was a tough call and took him weeks to arrange but Harry was able to get Y/N’s brother to leave for the holidays earlier, on the 21st instead of just the 26th.

“Why are we changing it again?” Y/N asks curiously as she sits on Harry’s lap when they are changing their plane tickets so they could start the holidays at her family instead of his.

“Mom is not going to be home until the 24th,” he lies and then adds: “Gemma is also gonna only arrive on the 23rd. Figured it would work better. We would be at your parents’ from the 21st to the 23rd, go to the UK from 24th to 26th and there is an early flight so we would be in Portland by the time your brother arrives.”

He had spent a long time figuring out how to manage the dates so she wouldn’t be suspicious. Seemingly, it worked, because Y/N nods as she stands up and walks over to the kitchen.

“Alright. But isn’t that too much of a hustle to go back and forth two times?”

“Not that horrible,” Harry smiles in her way, his fingers moving fast on the keyboard to make the right changes for their trips before she returns and sees that the dates are not exactly the same as he told her. Luckily, she hops onto the kitchen counter as he finishes up and closes his laptop feeling ecstatic about the surprise he has planned for her.

“It’s gonna be busy,” she points out as Harry walks over to her, placing his hands on each side of her on the counter.

“But we will be busy together,” he grins leaning closer to steal a kiss.

As the days pass by Harry is growing more and more excited about the surprise. He almost slipped a few times upon talking about the holidays, but managed to save the situation just in time. Y/N had no idea what he had in store for her.

“That’s all your stuff for our trip?” Y/N asks when Harry arrives to her place with his decent, normal sized suitcase that has his essentials for the next about seven days while they will be on the road. He glances down at his bag before walking inside and setting it down in the hallway.

“Love, I’ve learned how to pack in a smart way,” he tells her teasingly before pecking her on the lips while he takes his coat off and hangs it in the hallway.

“Yeah, but it’s an entire week. I’m going with twice this much.”

“’Cuz you are packing for New York as well. We’ll be staying in my place, remember? I don’t need stuff for that time,” he reminds her and he is right, but she is still amazed at how he managed to fit everything he needs into just one suitcase.

That night Harry lies awake with her sleeping form next to him. Looking around the room he thinks about how this is the same place he fell in love with her, but it was through just a screen. All the plants, the furniture, the bed he saw behind her in the videos are now his reality as well and in just a few short months they have grown so close to each other, he couldn’t imagine his life in a different way.

“What’s the matter?” he hears her groggy voice coming from next to him and looking to the side he sees that she is blinking at him in the dark.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head, turning to his side to face her, noses almost touching on the pillow.

“Then why aren’t you sleeping?” she asks, sneaking a hand to his back under the covers and she starts to gently stroke his skin with his fingertips, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Just… excited about the holidays,” he whispers with a shrug. He can’t tell her that he is excited to meet your family, especially your brother since he is kind of the reason you ever got the chance to meet. He feels like he is too worked up about meeting her parents and cousins, but he can’t wait to feel like he is part of her family. What he doesn’t know is that she already sees him as part of it, has been since she realized how deeply in love she is with him.

“Mmm, excited about your gifts?” she teases him with closed eyes, but her fingers are still moving on his back. Harry lets out a soft chuckle.

“Especially about those.”

He brings his arm around her frame and pulls her to his chest as they make themselves comfortable under the covers, legs tangled, her face resting on his chest as he gently strokes her arms, soothing her back into sleep.

“I love you,” he whispers thinking she has already fallen back asleep. It wasn’t the first time he has said the words to her, but tonight just feels a little different.

“Love you too,” she mumbles back pressing a kiss to his naked chest before she sighs and lets herself fall back into sleep.

 Her family knew about the change in Sammy’s arrival, but Harry made them promise they won’t say a word to Y/N, keeping it as a surprise.

Her mother welcomes the two of them with warm excitement, the house already smelling amazing from all the different cookies she’s been baking, the dinner is also in the making on the stove.

“Finally here!” she hugs both of them, even though she hasn’t officially met Harry, only talked to him on the phone about Sammy’s early arrival. “Come on in!”

The two of them get rid of their winter attire before Harry turns to her mother holding out a hand to make their first meeting official.

“So nice to meet ya, I’m Harry.”

Instead of taking his hand her mother pulls him into another tight hug that he returns with a soft chuckle.

“I’m so happy you are finally here! I’ve heard so much good about you,” she tells him with a sly, knowing smile while Y/N is not looking. “I can tell you are a blessing to the family already.”

“Thank you,” he nods smiling.

Harry meets Y/N’s dad and two of her cousins who have arrived earlier and they all gather in the living room just talking at first, then soon enough they start playing board games. They get stuck on Activity, the pairs are Y/N and Harry, her mom and dad, and her two cousins. The competition is burning up the house, Harry can tell they all take the game very seriously.

Through the game Harry keeps glancing out the window, waiting for a car to park at the driveway. He has sent a car to pick Sammy up, but since he didn’t have his phone on him just yet he couldn’t let Harry know when he would be arriving exactly.

Just after he is done drawing in one of the rounds he sees the black car pull up at the house. Harry pretends to get a call and he can see the excitement grow in her parents’ eyes as they already know what this means, while Y/N is oblivious to anything that’s about to happen. Harry quietly makes his way out of the house hoping he didn’t draw her attention, and that’s when Sammy gets out of the car thanking the driver for the ride. As he turns around Harry is stunned to see how much the two of them resemble. He sees her eyes in his, their ears curl the same way and he has the exactly same hair color as her. There was no doubt the two of them were related.

“Harry, right?” he asks holding his hand out firmly that Harry takes smiling.

“Yeah. Sammy, I supposed.”

“The one and only,” he chuckles holding his bag’s strap over his shoulder.

“I would love to chat more, but I think we should move inside first,” Harry suggests and Sammy follows him up the few stairs that leads to the front door.

“Harry! Come on, we are up next!” Y/N calls out from the living room as the two guys walk inside.

She is seated on the floor, her back to the hallway so she doesn’t see when the two men walk in, grinning from ear to ear. She only notices something is happening when she sees her mother gasp happily at the sight of her son.

“What—“ she starts but turning around her words disappear as she stares up at her brother who she hasn’t seen in what feels like ages.

Harry overflows with joy when he sees how shocked she is, in the best way possible. He watches her leap to her feet and jolt right at Sammy, throwing herself into his arms as he lifts her up, twirling her around in excitement.

“Hi there, little sis,” he chuckles still holding her close as she is fighting with her tears upon the surprise she just had.

“How… What are you doing here early?” she asks in total awe as she tries to comprehend that he is truly here, in her arms.

“Ask you boyfriend,” Sammy chuckles looking in Harry’s direction. “He arranged an early leaving for me, I don’t know how, but he did,” Sammy adds letting go of his sister.

As her parents make their way to their son Y/N moves over to Harry, still in complete disbelief that he did this.

“How?” she asks, arms snaking up around his neck while his hands get a hold of her waist.

“I have… connections,” he shrugs shyly and she just shakes her head laughing before she pulls him down for the sweetest thank you kiss.

“I can’t believe you,” she sighs pecking his lips once again.

“What I can’t believe is that he could keep it a secret this long,” Sammy speaks up.

“Wait, how long have you known this?”

“A couple weeks. Got it finalized early December,” Harry admits, feeling proud that he could make this happen.

“So this is why we had to change the tickets!” she gasps in realization. “When do we have to leave for real then?”

“We are staying until the 25th, our plane leaves in the afternoon,” he smiles warmly as he sees her eyes light up. According to the original plans they would have had only two days with Sammy at home, but this way it’s almost four entire days. “This was the most I could get, Love,” Harry adds, feeling a bit guilty that they are leaving to see his family, but Y/N shakes her head.

“This is absolutely perfect. You gave me the best present,” she smiles cupping his face in her hands as she pulls him down for another kiss.

This Christmas goes down as the best one she has ever had. The time they spend with her family holds a special place in her heart, especially because she loves seeing her family and Harry get along so well. She now knows what he felt when she met his mother and sister. Seeing him be so kind to her mom and have loads of things to talk about with her dad and brother warms her in a way only Harry can make her feel.

The feeling doesn’t change when they arrive to his home. She feels like she is part of the family just as much as he is. They spend some splendid days with his extended family, enjoying the spirit of the holidays and she is almost sad when it’s time for them to leave.

“Come back soon, Sweetheart,” Anne tells her when they are saying goodbye at the airport.

“I will, if he is okay with bringing me next time,” she chuckles glancing at Harry by her side.

“Oh I sure am, Love,” he smiles kissing the top of her head.

Those couple of days they spend together in the city holds memories they will surely never forget. They finally get to spend time together without anything interrupting them, just enjoying the little moments, falling deeper in love with each passing day.

The last day arrives in a fast pace and neither of them can believe the year is ending so soon. They spend the day in bed mostly before it’s time to get ready for the party one of Harry’s friends is hosting in Manhattan.

It’s a nice way to end such a wonderful year, they mix and mingle with the guests but keep each other close, especially when they reach the last minutes of the year left. Harry takes her hand and pulls her out to the balcony to have some privacy before the countdown.

“Crazy how we are here,” he sighs as his arms are wrapped around her figure, warming her body as much as he can in the New York City winter time.

“Who would have thought?” she chuckles placing a sweet kiss to his jawline.

“Not me,” he admits laughing. “But I’m glad it’s my reality now.”

Y/N smiles up at him with gratitude in her eyes, just when the countdown starts inside.

“Have you ever had a New Year’s Eve kiss?” Harry asks as he pulls her closer, if that’s even possible.

“Sadly, I have not.”

“Then can I have the pleasure to be your first?” he smirks down at her and she just nods biting into her bottom lip.

“Three! Two! One!” the guests call out inside as the whole city erupts at the same time, fireworks go off and cheering echoes through the building, but it all fades into nothing as Harry leans down and kisses her sweetly. They spend the first couple of moments of the new year melted together until they pull back for air. The crispy winter air has turned his nose red quickly and she is lost in how adorable but handsome he still manages to look.

“Harry Styles,” she sighs feeling defeated by her own feelings. “You are one wonderful creature, you know that?” she wonders, as if she was saying her inner thoughts out loud. Harry chuckles as he presses a kiss to her forehead.

“That makes the two of us, Love.”

I’m opening a Harry taglist, let me know if you are interested in being on it!

[hotwings0203]

This is so utterly stupid but I have a few HC’s about Muslim Dabi(again obv this isn’t canon I just think it’s funny)

-Dabi would def be the type of Muslim dude who claims to be super religious cuz he never eats pork and “goes to the mosque to pray”(which is actually just code for hitting a blunt in the back of the parking lot w Hawks and Shigaraki💀), but yet smokes^^ and still has hella sex with like every other girl who bats her lashes at him from across the dining hall

-he also is a big cat lover, he claims since the Prophet Muhammad had cats of his own it’s sunnah to keep one

-on Eid namaz he’s the most dripped out one at the session, I’m talking black kurta dress, nice ass watch, slicked back hair...but funny enough, no one has actually seen him in line for the prayers themselves

-if he were back at home with the rest of the Todoroki’s, he’d most definitely be THE MOST spoiled one. Fuyumi would get on his ass for not cleaning the dishes, but he’d wave her off and tell her it’s training for her to be a better housewife for her future husband(cue a soapy sponge thrown at his head)

-Snitches.Constantly. Bro like this dude catches Shoto on his phone when he’s supposed to be doing a dua? Boom, instant callout followed by a long ass lecture about how he’s straying away from his religion and how he’s going to hell just because he spent one measly moment on his device instead of praising da lord

-Hes also always telling fuyumi to cover up her sleeves that come just a bittt before her wrists, claiming that she’s showing too much skin(especially when Hawks is over, that fucker’s got his eyes on every single one of his family members). But she’s quick to point out his secret tattoos, piercings, and hair dyes. He just scoffs and pulls the “women were created lesser than men so it’s okay for me to act a fool but not for you” card🙄stg I can’t stand him

-Since he’s the closest to Natsu, he’s always giving Eid money to him the most. The dude will slouch against his favorite brothers’ door, watching him play 2K. “What do you want?” Natsu asks with no real malice, not taking his eyes off the changing screen, furiously clicking away on his controller. “Mom says you gotta iron your clothes, Fuyumi’s doing her own so she can’t do yours as well. Oh, and Eid Mubarak by the way.” Natsu pauses him game and stands to stretch his arms above his head, groaning at the tendons popping in place on his back. “Yeah man, you too-what’s that?” He points to a fat parcel in Touya’s hand. The white-haired boy grins and chucks the bulging package at him, which Natsu catches easily. His eyes widen when he tears open the cream-colored paper envelope and reveals dozens of bills exceeding the usual 5-10$ family limit. “Yo, what-how-thanks Touya!” He sputters, throwing the package on his bed and throwing an arm around his brothers’ back in a man-hug. Touya rolls his eyes and barely suppresses a smile at Natsu’s excitement,(something he’s always wanting to be the source of) pounding his back to let go before he asphyxiates. He lets go and Touya smirks before heading towards the door, calling out over his shoulder, “Oh, and I’d thank Sho-turd as well while you’re singing my praise.” Natsu stops in his tracks and looks suspiciously at the withdrawing slender figure. “Why?”. Touya’s voice is distant as he moves to close and lock his door. “‘Cuz it’s his money after all.”

-The two brothers are always waking up at Sehri the earliest in Ramadhan, just so they can scarf down a majority of the food in the fridge and go to sleep without having to interact with the rest of their family at sunrise. And in the case that their family DOES wake up in time to see them chomping down food made for a WHOLE FAMILY and not just two boys, Touya is quick to grab his keys and jacket and cackle that him and Natsu are going to iHop to eat some more. Natsu ofc is quick to follow pursuit, throwing an apologetic grin towards his parents and other siblings.

-When they’re at the mosque and Enji has somehow bullied him enough to sit the hell down and actually ATTEND the lectures for once, Touya still has one up his sleeve. Planned out strategically, he always simpers to Rei that he wants to donate to the mosque, causing her eyes to water and a handful of cash thrown his way, her voice wobbly as she praises her son for actually taking the foundations of his religion seriously. Unbeknownst to her however, this just means that he’ll take a little bit more than he gives. Hawks will be standing at the front of the hall, bowing his head and using his silver tongue to graciously thank the many men and women who come forth to drop their allowance into the money basket. When he sees his best man approaching, he has to stop the smug grin from reaching his ears, instead slanting his brows and holding the basket out to the now black-haired thief. “Glad to see you’re taking eternal damnation seriously, for once,” Keigo flashes his perky whites and Dabi drops Rei’s money into the donation basket, dipping his hand a little lower for a second. “Glad to see you’re still standing here like some busboy peasant, as usual,” he fires back, the two boys catching each other’s eyes and stifling their cackles as the patched hand withdraws, a copious amount of bills in his hand, more than what he put in.

-100% steals shoes. Usually you hear about older men doing this, but age aint nothin’ but a number to Dabi, baby. “Nice kicks,” he nods to a boy Natsu’s age, noting the blue and black minimalist patterns adorning the shoes. The boy recognizes Dabi as one of the most revered figures at the mosque (and the most featured by adults. Who’d want their kid hanging out with the eldest Todoroki as an influence?) and bobs his head excitedly, spewing out the manufacture and release dates of the shoes. Dabi looks at the fanboy amusedly, continuing to lean against the shoe rack as more people crowd around and start to push the boy inside. “See you later Dabi!” The eccentric kid calls out as he’s pushed into the hall by grumbling uncles. The ravenette snickers fo himself, “Yeah, but you won’t be seeing these shoes anytime soon.”

-A notorious playboy in the community. Uncles glare at him, unable to scold him outright for his shenanigans due to his father’s close presence, and aunties steer their children away from him at dinner parties. Speaking of, Dabi’s at a dinner right now. He’s lighting up a joint in amongst 3 mesmerized girls sitting on the floor in front of him and 2 jealous dudes his age in a locked room, away from all the screaming little kids. “Wow Dabi, doesn’t it burn?” The youngest of the three girls asks him with imploring eyes. He smiles a charming smile down at her and he thinks he sees the other two swoon. “Nah, sweetheart, you get used to it after a little while. Don’t be like me though, keep yourself pure and clean,” he shoots a wink at them and they giggle, faces turning red. The other two boys sitting at the far end of the bed scowl at his successful flirting, but Dabi doesn’t care for any of them, honestly, they’re just target practice. Right as he inhaled the fumes of another puff, a little body throws itself at the door, banging its fists on the wood. “It’s time for food!” They all jump at the intrusion and chuckle as the intruder runs away, containing to scream about food being served. The group gets up to leave and exits through the door, but Dabi takes his time. He wasn’t done with his joint, and he has to waft the smell away anyways when he leaves. He’s opening a window to let out some air when he heads a soft shuffle from behind him. “Shows over guys, go eat-“ but when he turns around, the oldest girl of the three stands before him, fiddling with her hands and looking at the floor. “Um, Dabi? I know you said not to try it out by ourselves so...I was wondering if you could-if you could teach me how...?” She looks at the half-used roll in his hand, and he looks from the blunt to her face. He looks behind her. A closed door. Perfect. Taking a step forwards, he relishes in how she takes a hesitant step back, the breath in her throat catching but she still doesn’t back down. She looks to him like he’s a god, and he feels like one right now. And so he steps closer until she’s backed against the wall, his lids lowered to her wide ones, and he placed a hand next to her head. “Didnt your mom ever tell you not to take things from strangers?” He ghosts by the shell of her ear, and she shivers. “She never told me the strangers would be this hot,” and he has to laugh a bit at her tenacity. He pulls away and flops back on the bed, signaling for her to join him. “Well come one then, I’m hungry, better hurry up before I change my mind.” And 5 shotguns later, Dabi barely wipes off her bright pink lipstick from his face and straightens his kurta along with his hair before bounding down the steps, eager for food. At his command, she comes down a minute after him as to not cause any suspicion, but it doesn’t stop Rei from shooting him a knowing glare from the living room as he piles his plate with food. He shoves a veggie roll in his mouth as he turns to join the boys in the dining area, but his path is blocked by a large woman. “I know you’re up to no good. The children told me what funny smell was coming from the room upstairs, and I know you’re to blame, Touya Todoroki. I respect your mother a lot so I won’t make a scene here-“ he interrupts her, mouth half full with a roll, “-I mean, you already kinda are,-“ but she continues her tirade. “-I don’t think you’re a good influence on these kids, especially your siblings. What self respecting family would be okay with their son acting like a hooligan, having piercings, smelling like weed?” He smirks and swallows before swerving around her. “I don’t know Aunty, why don’t you ask your daughter? She didn’t seem to mind my, ah, influence.”

-When they were all younger, there was a time where End*avor wanted the boys the toughen up a bit and stop messing around so much. He brought the family up to the mountains in a nice cabin, purposefully choosing an area with farms nearby. It was around the time of Eid-e-Adha, so naturally goats and sheep’s were going to be sacrificed for the family feast. Touya already knew what was going on, so Enji left it up to him, a scrawny preteen boy to take over the initiation. Fuyumi wanted to come to the farm too, but Touya glared at her and told her to stay home because “girls are too emotional for this.”(he really did think that, but above all he held a secret soft spot for his only younger sister). Natsu and Touya both started heading down to the field to pick out a goat, and ofc little Shoto wanted to come along to. He begged and begged for his older brothers to bring him along and to not leave him at home for once, and with a sly glance to Natsu, Touya relented. He leaned down to Shoto’s eye-level and asked with serious eyes, “You sure?”. Shoto nodded eagerly, standing straight up as to look more solemn and mature. Natsu held back a snicker and grabbed Shoto by the collar as they dragged him out to the pasture. Oh, the little boy was in heaven among the bleating sheep and fluffy coats. “Go ahead, pick one out!” Touya said eagerly, nodding to the clueless toddler to choose a sacrificial sheep. And so the heterochromatic child pointed to one, looking to his big brothers for assurance, to which they gave an excited nod. Shoto yelped with glee and spent the rest of the afternoon frolicking with the soon-to-be-mutton chops, completely oblivious to its grim fate and creating a bond with the animal. So when it was finally sunset and the time came to start preparing for the feast, Touya walked over leisurely to Shoto, pushed the grubby hand away from the animal’s collar, and started pulling the creature towards the chopping block. “W-what’re you doing?” Shoto asked uncertainty. “Well, we gotta eat, right? Thanks for picking out such a fat sheep, ‘wonder how it’s gonna taste,”. The eldest grinned with malice at his youngest brother, who started to sniffle and ball his fists. “You’re lying! Leave it alone!” He cried out. “Nope, m’not lying, ask Natsu.” Natsu turns to Shoto and shrugs his shoulders without any real regret. “You’re the one who wanted to come along, right? Think of how proud dad will be of his favorite-he finally sacrificed his first sheep!”

-the first time he was ever asked to lead the namaz, Keigo and Tomura kept kicking the back of his legs so he would fall over while trying to recite the prayers, and in turn he’d immediately whip around in the middle of the whole damn hall and shoot fire at the two howling boys. Needless to say, he was never asked to read again

(one would think since Dabi knows sooo much about being a gOoD mUsLim and how to follow the rules he’d take some of that advice HIMSELF)

[weebswrites]

The Demon Bros: Their Dark Side (combining these two asks because they have very similar energy^^)

- if anyone is interested I can write a part 2 to this where MC and the demons reconcile hehe -

Lucifer (TW: attempted physical assault (not sexual))

He’s the avatar of pride, so the event that causes him to snap is when you accidentally tell the bros about how the two of you like to unwind (rated pg)

You didn’t think it’d be a big deal, they’ve been brothers for how many thousands of years?

But Lucifer erupts, suddenly in demon form

He stands over you, roaring his hand back as if he were going to slap you

Beel stands up and intercepts Lucifer’s hand, grabbing his wrist with all his strength and saving you

You wince, falling back a bit into Asmo’s arms, and he hugs you close

“MC!!!” he yells, rage obvious in his voice

“Asmo…what did I do…” you whisper, voice quivering in fear as the love of your life just snapped and almost hit you

“I think he wanted that to stay private, he doesn’t like us to know that he relaxes…” he whispers, “Don’t feel guilty, he shouldn’t be reacting like this”

“Lucifer…” you say, standing a bit straighter and looking into his dark red eyes, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know”

“You should have!” his voice booms, anger not subsiding at all

You look at him, eyes full of confusion and regret. You plead for him to calm down, to talk to you rationally and listen to your apologies

He growls, “The rest of you, out!” he yells, and they obey instantly. Asmo squeezing his shoulders around you quickly and Beel giving you a small smile before leaving

You ramble on for as long as he lets you about how you’re sorry and you didn’t mean to upset him

After a few minutes he cuts you off, “You didn’t upset me, you betrayed me”

His voice was cold, and without hesitation he turns and leaves the room

Mammon

You didn’t think Mammon, the avatar of Greed, would get mad about anything. You’d never heard stories about him turning into demon form, so you assumed it basically never happened

That is, until you take Levi’s side and scold him for taking more of his games and selling them

“I thought you were supposed to take my side no matter what!” he yells, two bat-like wings appearing before you

Your face gets red, and you take a step back, “Mammon…” you whisper, completely in shock

“What? You’re actually surprised that I’m pissed off right now? Humans really are idiots!”

You take a small step behind Levi, and he puts his arm in front of you, a bit of a shield from Mammon

“Mammon, calm down. They’re right and you know it, you just let your greed override your sense sometimes. Listen to your partner, they’re trying to help you” Levi defends you

“Yeah, Mammon, please. I don’t mean to insult you, I just don’t like seeing you always hurting others and stealing their things just to get money”

“I’m the avatar of greed, damnit! What do you expect?! You knew that before you started dating me, you can’t act like this now just because we’re dating”

“Mammon, I just want what’s best for you. There are better ways to get money than backstabbing your family!”

You’re definitely a bit afraid, but you’re not going to let him walk all over you

You bicker back and forth, arguing in circles before he storms off to his room, slamming and locking the door behind him

Leviathan

You’ve been hanging out with a new friend more and more, and he gets envious

You reassure him that he’s just a partner that you got assigned for a class, nothing more, but Levi can’t help but be jealous that its not him

Until one night when he asks if you can binge the new anime that came out, and you tell him that you have to meet with him to work on your project

“Why!! Why are you constantly with him, talking and laughing and working and everything!” he screams, voice cracking with emotion as he transforms into demon form

“Levi, I’ve told you it isn’t like that! The professor assigned us together, I didn’t even know him before this!” you defend yourself, exasperated with your boyfriend’s jealousy

“I don’t care!! You need to make time for me instead of him! He’s probably funnier than me, and he’s obviously handsomer than I am, you’re probably ashamed of always being seen with me so you’re trying to be with him more!”

“Levi, please. You know I love you and only you” you say, voice half caring and half irritated

“Yeah, right! See if I care, go be with your real boyfriend then, see if I care” he says, crossing his arms and exhaling aggressively

“Levi, no. I can reschedule if this is going to be a problem tonight, but he’s my partner. We have an assignment to do”

“No, go. I’ll watch the new season on my own. You probably don’t even like anime, you liar!”

“Levi!! Please, love, you know that isn’t true”

“I can’t trust you, not after this. Just go, have fun with your real boyfriend” he sneers, turning his back to you

“Fine!” you snap back, leaving his room and slamming the door behind you

Satan (18+ language)

You’re chatting about a book that’s supposed to be released sometime this year

“I heard that the ending is super cliche, the main character was unconscious the whole time or something overused like that”

“You what?!” he exclaims, transforming into demon form

“Fuck…Satan…I forgot…” you whisper, stepping a bit back as you remember how each brother took time to tell you to avoid spoilers at all. costs. with satan

“You sure as hell did!! I can’t believe you!!” he screams, running a hand through his hair in anger

“It’s probably not even true…I doubt the author would do something like that” you mutter, trying to save yourself from his wrath

“I don’t care!! There’s the chance now that that’s how it’s going to end, you know how my head works, now that’s all I’ll be able to think about while I’m reading!! Damn it!!”

He’s pacing back and forth, heat radiating off his body as he tries to control his anger

“I can’t forgive you for this” he states, voice cold

“Satan…” you whisper, stepping towards him a (tiny) bit

“Get away from me…” he scoffs

“Satan, please…I’m so sorry” you plead with him, desperate for him to forgive you, “I know how badly I messed up, I know. I would do anything to undo it, or to make you feel better. Please just forgive me”

“Anything, huh?” he retorts, smirking at you

“Yes, anything, please” you say, resisting the urge to step towards him again

“Then leave. Get out, I don’t want to look at you right now”

You feel your heart break and sink in your chest. Tears well in your eyes, but Satan stays silent, eyes unwavering at your emotions

You leave, walking slowly to your room, tears rolling down your cheeks

Asmodeus (drinking mentions)

You’re out one night at a club, dancing together and drinking (just to loosen up, not to get wasted)

You go to the bar to refill your drinks, and let a stranger hit on you, flirting back a bit until he offers to buy you a drink

You let him, because hey, a free drink is a free drink, and it’s not like Asmo hadn’t done the same thing before

Suddenly you feel a tight hand on your shoulder and you’re ripped away from the demon

Asmo drags you outside the bar, to an isolated spot beside the building

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?? Are you cheating on me??” he explodes, putting his hand against the building behind you, trapping you beneath him

“Asmo, I was just getting him to buy me a drink, I don’t even know who he is” you explain, “Why are you in demon form? It’s not like you haven’t done the same thing, you have no place to be mad”

“Excuse me?! I’m the avatar of lust, I can’t help myself from flirting with everyone, you have no excuse!” he yells, gritting his teeth

You go back and forth, him angry at you for flirting with someone else, him enraged at you for thinking he can control his urges

“Asmo, I’m always understanding of when you flirt with others, because I know it’s hard for you to control yourself. It hurts me to watch you do that, but I let you do it. I bite my tongue. I do that for you every time we go out, you should be able to let me do what you do every time at least once”

“I don’t care, I don’t want you flirting with other demons. Now let’s go, you’ve ruined the night and I want to go home”

Beelzebub

You’re snacking in the kitchen on some of his leftovers, scrolling through your D.D.D.

He walks in, “MC…”

You look up, instantly freezing when you see the anger in his eyes

“Beel…”

He erupts, “You’re eating my food!! How could you!!”

You drop it, “Beel, I’m so sorry, I thought it was okay…”

“Why, because we’re dating? That means nothing when it comes to food!”

His words hit deep in your heart, and you feel tears start to well in your eyes

All you can do is quietly apologize

“Damnit!” he yells, slamming his fist on the table hard, but not hard enough to break it

“I’ve made it so clear not to eat my food! Ever! Under any circumstances! And no one ever does!! What makes you think you’re special?”

“Beel…” your voice is quiet, “I mean…yes. I love you, Beel, I thought it would be okay…I’m sorry”

“It isn’t okay!! I’ve been looking forward to this all day and you ruined it…” he ranted, “Whatever, I’m leaving”

“Beel, no, please. Let me make it up to you” you say, getting up and chasing him out of the kitchen

But he doesn’t stop, he storms off and locks you out of his room

He’d never snapped at you before, much less turned to demon form because of something you’d done. There had been plenty of stories about Lucifer and Satan turning to demon form, and some of the other demons, but never any of Beel

You didn’t know what to do

Belphegor

He’d been sleeping more than usual, and you missed him

You knock on his door, eventually letting yourself in when he didn’t answer

“Belphie…Belphie…wake up” you whisper

He slowly wakes up, “MC…what…is everything okay?”

You reassure him that everything is okay, and that you just wanted to spend some time with him

He rubs his eyes and shakes his head a bit

Suddenly, he’s in demon form, and you have no idea what is happening

“You woke me up for that?? Because you want to spend time with me?? Ugh!!!” he yells

“Belphie…” you whisper, stepping back towards the door

“You know how much I need sleep, why would you wake me up for something as unimportant as you wanting to spend time with me!”

He’s steaming, “And don’t call me Belphie!”

You start shaking a bit, “B-Bel…Belphegor…” you whisper, feeling hurt and betrayed

“Leave!! I don’t want to spend time with the person that disturbed me!” he yells, walking towards you quickly

You flinched as he approached, not sure what he was going to do, but he just opened his door and shoved you out

He locks the door behind you, the click of the lock causing your heart to sink a bit

You place the palm of your hand against his door, “I’m sorry…” you whisper, sinking to your knees

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A/N: This got a bit general angsty, so I hope it’s okay! Thanks for the request, anon :) My inbox is open for anyone who wants to request! You can send in more than one per person, about any of the fandoms found in my post here. Love you guys <3

[watermelonsugar2612]

'MY DREAM WEDDING'

Chapter 1: 'You're serious?"

Author's note: Heya! I’m writing a new Hinny fic, all the way from the proposal to the wedding. It will have 10-15 chapters I think! Let me know if you like it and if I should continue!! <33

It was 1 am. Harry and Ginny had just had sex. They both lay on top of each other in a heap of limbs, panting. “I love you Gin,” Harry said as he stole a soft kiss from Ginny. “Me too,” she let out a satisfied sigh. “Set the alarm, we’ll go running tomorrow. 7 am, sharp! I have practice from 9:30 and your training starts at 10,” she instructed. “Aye aye captain.” Harry replied in a lost but wonderful tone. He picked up the alarm clock and twisted a few knobs. “Mmmm… I’ve set the alarm baby,” he said as he pulled Ginny back onto the bed while she was trying to put on her robe. The half-untied robe fell off her shoulders and she lay completely naked on top of Harry. “No Harry! We just finished,” she whined in an explanatory attitude, she tried to pull away but his grip was too tight, “Harry! We have an early day tomorrow, no!” she whined even more. “Okay, I’ll let you go but we both sleep just like this tonight? Deal?” he grinned cockily. “Like this? What do you mean?” she thought for a second and her mouth rounded in shock, “Completely naked?!” she gave him a questioning look and shouted. “You heard me right! Just. like. This.” his grin spread to both his ears. “Fine!” she gave up and muttered, “prat.” Harry had heard her, he pulled her down onto his lips in a greedy kiss, full of hunger. As soon as he felt her getting lost in the kiss, he pulled away. “Not fair!” she cried. He laughed and pulled her onto the bed beside him, spooning her, one hand on her breast, the other on her thigh. She gave out a satisfied sigh. Both of them were utterly spent, every ounce of their body was ready to give in, to sleep, but somehow neither of them could give in to the temptation. They lay there silently feeling each other's presence, it was enough, they were happy, complete. “Gin, will you marry me?” Harry broke the ice. Ginny turned her head and looked into his beautiful bespectacled green eyes, in utter panic, “Gin, would you like to have another round of sex? Or Gin, do you want to organise a party at Grimmauld Place? Or Gin, do you want to go to dinner? Or Gin, do you want to go on vacation, would’ve been- acceptable! It's 3 in the morning, Harry James Potter! You want to marry me?” she blurted out. “I’m sorry Gin- I- Please don’t leave me, I was just wondering if you would- I saw a future, I’m sorry if I’m going too fast! I’m such a git we’ve only been dating for 2 years- sorry. I’ll wait for as long as you want… sorry Gin, what can I do to make it up to you?” he stammered. Ginny instantly regretted her panic, truth be told, she was waiting for him to talk about marriage, what had she done!? “Shit.” she muttered, “Harry, Bubba, I’m so sorry-” she said as she felt tears well up in both his and her eyes. She immediately engulfed him in a hug. Still tightly embraced, she said softly into his ear, “I’ll marry you, I’ve always wanted that,” she snorted softly and pulled away, “I love you,” she said into the kiss. He pulled away and looked deep into her chocolate eyes as if he was looking at her soul, “Gin, you are the most incredible, most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, everything with you is so much better than it could’ve been with anyone else in the entire world. When I'm with you I- I feel complete. The passion we share, the amount we love each other, and care for each other, I don’t think it's possible to do that with anyone else. I realise, this isn’t any girl's dream proposal, hell, I don’t even have a ring for you, and we’re naked, in bed! And, 'm sorry to just blurt it out like that, but if you’re serious about marrying me, I’m the happiest man in the world.” he said. “Oh, Harry! My sweet, sweet Harry! I love you so much, I don’t think it’s possible to love anyone as much as I love you! Yes, I’m serious, I want to marry you, love!” she replied with a large smile on her pink face. “You’re serious?” he muttered again. “Yes I’m serious, and honestly, I’ve kinda imagined my boyfriend asking me to marry him after we had hot steamy sex.” she winked. “Oh, one more thing before we finally sleep, can we not tell the family until we

have rings and also can we give them a different version of the story, because if your brothers find out this is when I proposed, they might kill me.” he chuckled. They both laughed and as soon as their heads fell to the bed, both of them fell asleep, now feeling much more complete than they ever had before.

***

The alarm rang all of a sudden and Harry opened his eyes slowly, taking in the sight of the gorgeous redhead lying naked beside him on his bed. “Morning baby,” he hummed softly. “Morning to you too, Fiancee dearest,” she muttered, still half-asleep. They both laughed and Ginny gave Harry a quick and sloppy kiss. “Would you like to go running with me Ms Weasley?” Harry grinned. “Let’s see? Would you like to marry me, Mr Potter?” She tried hard not to laugh and played along. “Why, of course!” he chuckled, “Then, I shall go running with you.” she laughed and bowed down gracefully putting her hand near his mouth. He took it in his hand, gave a slight bow and brushed his lips against it. Ginny changed into an exercise set, leggings which made her arse look hot and a cropped sweatshirt, in a very light beige colour. Harry wore a pair of loose basketball shorts and a large hoodie on top. This hoodie was his, but it was generally worn by Ginny on movie nights with Harry. Both of them loved it. It was monsoon and they were worried it would rain, but they didn’t pay much attention to it. They stepped out to the pavement outside Grimmauld Place feeling a gust of cool, humid monsoon air blow in their hair. They began running, they talked and laughed. The roads were rather crowded, it was rare to see a couple so randy for each other, even after 2 years. It was visible as both of them ran, how much in love they were, stealing kisses, giving playful nudges, saying that they loved the other every 20 seconds in a way that they thought the other might forget, but the truth being said, the love they felt for each other could never lessen, forgetting was a far way forth. “Gin, do you wanna get some coffee?” Harry panted as they took a brief halt. “Hmm… yes, let’s get coffee,” she caught her breath and hummed. “Let’s go to that muggle cafe you like?” Harry smiled. Ginny nodded and they made their way to a secluded corner and apparated a little away from the cafe. It was called ‘Episode’ and it looked gorgeous. The early morning sunlight fell on its entrance which was green, full of plants. There were tables outside with umbrellas above them and there was a gazebo as well. The signboard of the cafe was covered with vines. They both took a seat in a corner outside. “So, when do you want to go ring shopping?” Harry asked expectantly, “I’m free this weekend. We have an offseason, we don’t have a game for another 3 months, today is just a meeting with our trainers to make sure we are all following our diet.” Ginny shrugged. “Done then, this weekend it is!” Harry pecked her lips as the waiter approached them from behind. “Morning to you sir, ma’am! What can I get you today?” the waiter asked politely and handed them a menu with several beverages written on it. They both glanced through and Ginny spoke up, “Good Morning! I will have a thick and frothy Hazelnut Frappuccino, with extra whipped cream.” she spoke to the waiter and winked at Harry. He grunted and spoke, “I’ll have a shot of espresso, extra hard.” he grinned back at Ginny. The waiter looked lost for words, he cleared his throat and said, “Will that be all?” They nodded and he left. “What was that about Harry?” Ginny asked in a concerned voice, “the waiter was right there!” she whispered in his ear. “Hey! You started it, and just for your information, I’m kind of turned on!” he replied in a panicky voice, saying the end of his sentence into her ear. “A secret, me too!” she whispered back and bit his earlobe softly. He shifted in his seat a bit. Their foreplay continued for a little while and they both tried not to be too conspicuous. After a few minutes, the waiter appeared with their coffee. “There you are, your coffee’s! Call for me when you’re ready to pay.” he put down their coffee and left again. Ginny seductively took a sip of her coffee and a thick layer of whipped cream settled on her upper lip. She was about to lick it off but Harry lurched forward and darted his tongue to her lip. He licked it off in one swipe and Ginny moaned. “Keep it down baby, someone might hear you,” Harry

whispered in a raspy voice in her ear. She sighed and felt a chill run down her spine. “Harry, home. I need you.” she moaned. He ignored everything else, shoved a 20-pound note on the table, which was much more than their bill, but he didn’t care. He pulled Ginny into a corner that wasn’t visible to anyone around and apparated them to 12, Grimmauld Place. They entered the kitchen, both of them completely lost in lust. Harry picked her up as if she weighed nothing and put her down on the counter. He pulled his hoodie off with urgency and she ran her hand on his perfectly toned abs which glistened with beads of sweat. He caught her lips in an urgent kiss. She pulled her top off as well, separating with Harry’s lips for a brief second. Harry moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled off her hair tie. “Quick Harry! I need you inside!” she muttered into the kiss. Harry’s hand went to Ginny’s waistband and he pulled down her pants and knickers, he slowly inserted a finger and she moaned his name. He pulled down his pants and boxers and withdrew his finger, instead, entering her with his cock a second later. They both moaned with the sensation. He completely withdrew and entered her again after a second. He thrust slowly for a few minutes. “Yes! Ah! That’s the spot! Harder!” she moaned and Harry sped up at once. He went at an unbelievable speed and he felt her contract around him, he knew she was about to come. He twisted his hips in a way that made her scream. “Cum for me Gin!” Harry said loudly. “Fuck. Harry!” she shouted into the kitchen and spilt her juices all over Harry and the kitchen floor. Harry kept thrusting, riding out her orgasm and his was triggered soon too. He didn’t stop and caught her lips in a needy kiss. Just as he was about to pull out, someone walked into their house through the chimney. Shit. It was Ginny’s brother, Harry’s best mate, Ron Weasley. Harry immediately pulled out and bent down to pick up his boxers. Luckily, Ginny was still wearing her bra, she bent down to pick up her underwear but it was too late. For both of them. “HARRY JAMES POTTER! YOU ARE A DEAD MAN!” Ron screamed. “Ron, it’s not what it looks like!” Harry said and pushed Ginny away who had engulfed him in a hug from the side as soon as they had heard someone come in through floo. “Do you realise what this looks like Potter?!” he said with widened eyes, “Merlin! Put on some clothes, you two!” he said and walked away to the living room as if calling Harry to sit and talk. “Gin-” he grunted. She laughed and pushed him away, signalling to the living room. He put on his clothes quickly. “Ron-” he tried to talk but Ron cut in, “How dare you!” he shouted, “she’s my sister Harry!” he said. “Ron, she’s my fiance and-” he tried to speak but Ron cut in again, “Fiancee?” he shrieked and stood up from the sofa. “I mean- I- I-” he stuttered and he saw Ginny walk into the room. “Yes! Fiance and he proposed after we shagged last night! Just for a count Ron, we’ve probably had sex more times this week than you have in your whole life.” she grimaced. “What-?” Harry said in a confused voice and signalled toward Ginny. Ron threw glances at both of them who stood on either side of the room. “No Ron, she’s lying, we- we- we-”he continued stuttering. “Okay, Professor Quirrell!” she grinned at Harry and continued, “Ron! It’s all in front of you! Whatcha gonna do?” she laughed. “Gin-”Harry eyed her to stop. “Oh, and if I am telling you my secrets, we’ve even shagged in your room, Ron! At the burrow!” she finished. “My room!?” Ron said with a terrified expression. Harry rolled his eyes. “Whatever Ron! That’s the truth! We’re both consenting adults, there’s nothing you can do! Plus, we’re in love.” he said. “You two are bloody minxes!” he barfed. Ginny winked at Harry. “Fine! I won’t kill you then Harry!” Ron said his eyes now moving from the ceiling to the floor. “As if you had the balls to do that Ronald!” Ginny laughed and walked toward Harry. She stood in front of him and gave him a little kiss, whispering in his ear, “That was amazing.” They both

grinned and Ron looked at them with an expression of pure disgust. “I’d trusted you, Harry! If you end up getting my sister pregnant or something, I will never forgive you!” he whined and continued, “Anyway, when did you get engaged? And when were you going to tell me and ‘Mione?” he finished. “As Gin already mentioned, I proposed last night after we shagged like, 4 times. She said yes, we are going ring shopping on Saturday and we were supposed to tell you after we got the rings and make a more acceptable story, but there you go!” Harry chuckled. “4 times?! Couldn’t you have skipped the details? Bleugh.” he muttered. “Ron! If you don’t want to get your bits hexed, then you better not tell anyone else, except ‘Mione!” Ginny cut in. Ron rolled his eyes. “I’d originally come to tell you lot that me and ‘Mione are having a hang out session tomorrow, at 8 in the evening, it’s been long since we all met, so, I’d come to invite you two. It would be good if you could go shopping today and come up with a better story before it slips out of your mouths. It’s for your good,” he said and shrugged his shoulders. “I’ve taken a leave from work today too, to help ‘Mione with party prep, you should too!” Ron finished. “Well, alright, I wanna be officially engaged to you as soon as I can!” Harry said to Ginny, winked and kissed Ginny who he was still holding from around her waist. Ron gagged again. “Shut up! You just ruined the moment!” Ginny shouted and pulled away. “So? Are you going ring shopping?” Ron asked expectantly. “Hmmm… okay, I’ll call in sick,” Ginny shrugged and Harry held her tighter. “I’ll take a leave too!” Harry said and sat down on the settee with Ginny on his lap. “Where’s ‘Mione though?” Ginny said, looking at Ron. “Oh! She’s coming. She was meeting with one of her colleagues from the Ministry. She’ll floo in any minute now!” Ron replied. “Fancy some breakfast Gin? Ron?” Harry said. “Yes, please! I am starving!” Ginny grinned. “I think I’ve lost my appetite!” Ron said looking at the ever-randy couple in front of him who was now making out. Harry reluctantly pulled away and went to the kitchen. About 10 minutes later Harry walked back into the room with two plates, both with two slices of bread, each topped with a sunny side up and three strips of bacon. He handed one to Ron, “You could never lose your appetite!” he laughed and walked back to Ginny who stood up. He sat down and pulled her back on her lap. She picked up one of the pieces of bread and took it near Harry’s mouth. He took a bite and licked his lips. He did the same to Ginny and Ron looked up from his plate of food now to find Ginny licking Harry’s lips. “I think both of you are bloody capable of eating on your own!” he shouted and they heard the sound of someone coming in through the chimney. Of course, it was Hermione, Ron’s wife and Ginny and Harry’s best friend. She walked in and all of them greeted her with a pleasant hug and Ron with a kiss. They all took their places, now Hermione sat beside Ron on the large sofa in the middle of the room. They all ate and chatted, Ron told Hermione what had happened when he came here and the room filled with giggles from everyone except Ron. They talked for about an hour, “I’m going to go home, prepare for the party?” Hermione said as she got up and pulled Ron with her. They said their goodbyes and Ron and Hermione flooed away. “Now, Fiancee dearest, would you fancy making some calls to your office and mine for a holiday?” she asked, smiling. He nodded and they made their calls. “I’m going to take a shower, then we’re going to go get some rings!” Harry said as he walked into the bathroom. He took a quick shower and as soon as he stepped out, completely naked, Ginny walked in. He pulled her toward him and threw her over his shoulder. They both laughed as Harry put on his boxers. He put her down then and put on the rest of his clothes. Ginny stripped quickly and hopped into the shower. Harry tried not to look because he knew that it wouldn’t be too good if he was turned on while at the shop. He walked out and sat on

the sofa waiting for Ginny. A few minutes later, she walked out, completely naked. “Gin- you, you’re- you’re not wearing a robe or a towel?” he stuttered. “I forgot Harry! It doesn’t matter anyway, we’re going to be married soon!” she said and walked toward Harry, holding a tube of lotion in her hand. “Put this on my back,” she said normally. “But- but- Gin- I- okay-” he kept stuttering and took the tube from her. He looked away and squirted some lotion on her back. He started rubbing slowly in circular motions. “Harry! Do not tell me your awkward! We are going to be married for god’s sake! Shut up and rub it properly.” she shouted. “Yeah- yeah of course, god, I’ve done it before so many times!” he said a little more confident. “Oh my god! This reminds me of our first vacation together! In Long Island, our first trip to the US was together!” Ginny reminisced. Truth be told, Harry’s bulge was harder than ever. In long Island, they had sex inside the ocean, in the depths and it was probably one of the best Harry ever had. It really turned him on. He suppressed it and carried on, now using both of his hands to rub her back and massage her shoulders. He moved her hair and rubbed the bottom of her neck, timely whispering into her ear. Soon later Harry faced Ginny and caught her lips in a needy kiss.

[youllneverknowrac]

Oscar Diaz-Smoke session

Basically brattitude with weed, enjoy!

Show me some love 👉🏼👈🏼🥺

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You were seated across from Oscar at the kitchen table, watching as he expertly rolled the blunt. You don’t know why but something about the way he did it made you feel a certain way. You rest your chin on your hand, your head tilting slighting as you lick your bottom lip.

“You okay?” Oscar chuckles as he glances up at you for a quick second.

“Mhm.” You hum as you slightly lean forward.

“What? You want me to lick you next ma?” He teases as he packs the end. His words causing your stomach to tighten up.

“I wouldn’t say no.” You smile as you slowly stand up and go stand in between his legs,”Are you done?”

“With this?” He asks as he holds up the blunt, his other hand coming up to rest on your lower back,”I am.”

“Thanks.” You smile before taking it from him and walking out the front door, lighting it up as you go.

“Hell nah.” Oscar laughs as he comes up behind you and reaches around to snag the ‘drug’ back,”I rolled this shit, not you.”

“You should want me to go first, I’m your girl.” You joke as you blow out the smoke from the only hit you got.

“Not when it comes to my first love.” He teases as the two of you sit down on the porch steps together, Oscar keeping the mood light and not letting you respond as he begins to spit a verse from a song about weed,”You been my gal since the age of 13. And Its funny to me, you still make me fiend.

You put a spell on me with the green voodoo

You love when my boys come and run us a choo choo

Mary-Jane deep in the game

The way I feel words can't explain

You been true to me, stood by my side

I Wake up and get my mornings first high

Other hoes wonder why they get no love

Cause Mary got a big ol' but....See ma, weeds been with me way before you.”

“Oh really? That’s how you feel?” You giggle before lightly shoving his side and causing him to drop the blunt,”Ha! That’s what your ass gets. Aye, you know what they say when you drop the blunt though right?” You ask, Oscar’s mouth falling open at your joke.

“Word?” He asks as he picks it up,”Keep fucking playing with me. I’ll knock your head off your mother fucking shoulders girl.” He threatens with a smirk before taking another drag and holding it out for you.

“So you can joke, but I can’t?” You smile as you take it from his fingers before sitting down on the lower step and moving between his thighs to lean back against him,”Hypocrisy at it’s finest papi.”

“I’m talking about a plant, you joking about one of my homies fucking you. How is that the same?” He asks as he stares down at you with a raised eyebrow, rolling his eyes as you blow the smoke into his face.

You stare up at him innocently debating on if you should push him a little bit more or drop the issue, of course with your attitude it was the first option,”Cause you actually love weed, I’m just fucking to feel good. At least my actions are no strings attached.”

“You acting like you really fucking one of my brothers.” He says, his voice dropping dangerously low as he reaches his hand around to grab your throat,”You’re mine, you belong to me. So ima say this one more time. Quit. Fucking. Playing. With. Me.”

You smile grows wider as he forcibly cranes your neck further, sticking out your tongue in a teasing manner before Oscar brings his lips down to yours,”Who do you belong to?” He mumbles into your mouth.

“You.” You whisper breathlessly, Oscar finally releasing you and letting you take in one more drag before stealing the blunt back.

“That’s what I thought.” He retorts as you turn to sit sideways so you two could actually look at each other.

“That’s what I thought.” You mimic dramatically,”Okay I’m done now. Sorry.” You laugh as you take in his expression. He doesn’t reply as he leans forward on his knees, the two of you passing the blunt back and forth until you feel his eyes burning a hole into the side of your face as you hold the roach in between your fingers,”Who’s staring now?”

“Can’t help it.” He says with a bite of his lip,”I’m just thinking of all the ways ima fuck you after we finish off this smoke session.”

“It’s finished.” You say as you sit up and press your mouth to his after tossing the remains of the blunt, blowing the smoke into his awaiting mouth as he picks you up and carry’s you inside. Smoking with Oscar was always the best part of your day.

[kiri-ah]

File: Sector 5

Part of the Action Figure Collab hosted by @go-shotaro

Pairing: Kim Jungwoo x gn!reader (no pronouns mentioned for reader), low key Taeil x Sicheng if you squint

Themes: Dark Matter (TV Show) AU, Elite Dangerous (Video Game) AU, basically space stuff, gunfights, lasers, hackers, set in the future, spaceships, Star Wars is mentioned like twice, Sicheng is a jerk, Mark and Johnny are half-brothers

Warnings: Major character death, gunfights, blood, two swearwords, mentioned burials, mentioned black market

WC: 3.7k

Summary: In a galaxy divided into factions, war is rampant. The ship files that you’re searching for could solve all of your problems - if only you can get into the classified sector of the space station where they’re housed. With Jungwoo on one side and Taeil on the other, nothing can go wrong. Right?

Taglist: @allegxdly , @stayctday , @leelatte , @dundun-baby , @kunrengui ​

Author Note: Welcome to my first collab fic! This is also my first full-length fic on tumblr which is pretty cool. When I saw the concept for this collab I decided it was perfect for my first foray into working with other creators. In the process I made a lot of new friends and I had a lot of fun. Plus I’m pretty proud of this fic. Please enjoy File: Sector 5!

You walk as quickly as you can while still being discreet. There are a lot of people that you wouldn’t want to notice you here. Jungwoo and Taeil, following behind you, seem to have had the same thought. Taeil has a cap over his projector glasses, and Jungwoo has on a black too-big hoodie that hides his give-away physique. In your earpiece there’s silence, but that doesn’t bother you. Yangyang told you to reach out once you got to the section of the space station you need. You still have a few more obnoxiously crowded spaces to traverse before you arrive, so you focus on draining the urgency from your movements and walking like you belong here. Like you’re not about to break into a classified sector and commit a crime.

You make your way through the bar, the ship parts market, and the casino with minimal issues. You think you see a familiar face across the way in the market, but he turns away a second later and you breathe easy once again. If it was who you thought it was, you wouldn’t be alive anymore. Nakamoto Yuta is famed for his cruelty. You enter Sector 5 and speak quietly into your earpiece. 

“Yang, we’re in sector five. Where do we go from here?”

“I’m getting your location still, hold on,” comes Yangyang’s voice into your ear. 

“Take a left here, and then head down for a few hallways. This is one of the permanent sectors like ours, so you can use your gun now if need be and not worry about puncturing an outer wall.”

You take the left where he says to and continue down, checking to make sure that Jungwoo and Taeil are still behind you. They are, and so is another figure.

“Get over here,” you hiss, pulling them into a side hallway. The figure doesn’t appear to have seen you and passes by, turning down another hallway. You recognize the face of Xiao Dejun, an infamous criminal like yourself. You try not to think about what would have happened had he spotted you. You wouldn’t be dead, but you would probably wish you were. 

“What happened?” asks Yangyang in your ear. 

“Security,” you mutter. 

“Oh.”

You pull Jungwoo and Taeil out and walk down the hallway until Yangyang tells you to stop by a door. “You guys will need to get through this door without my help,” he says. “Beyond it, I can only get high energy drain levels. Be careful.”

Taeil kneels by the card scanner and pulls out his tools. You and Jungwoo turn around, standing guard in case another member of security comes and you need to shoot them. Taeil carefully prys the backing panel off of the scanner and maneuvers until he can see the wires. He scoffs. 

“For a high security organization, their security is terrible,” he mutters. He cuts the casing off of a wire and does something you can’t see with it, and the door slides open. You continue keeping watch as Taeil packs up his high-tech phillip’s head screwdriver and cleans up the casing. When you turn around, you’re speechless. 

“We found the source of the energy drain,” Jungwoo says in a low voice. Before you is a room of lasers, the kind you thought only existed in old movies. They cross back and forth across the space like an absurd red spider web and fizzle oddly like Redstone in that old game Chenle likes. Minecraft, was it? 

“What kind of black market did they get these on?”

Taeil shrugs and walks into the room. “Looks like we can get in,” he tells you. “The lasers are designed like shark teeth - easy to get in, not so easy to get out.” The analogy doesn’t help you feel any better about the situation, and you clutch at your gun. 

“Can you turn them off?” Jungwoo asks Taeil, seemingly as nervous as you are.

“I can, but we don’t need to to get in. Let’s focus on that on our way out.”

You nod and walk in, spotting the pattern like Taeil did. “Maybe their security is just bad,” you say. “This is so easy.” You swing your right leg over the nearest laser and start your way across. You get a finger close to the laser and feel the heat emanating from it. You turn to warn Taeil and Jungwoo of this, only to find that they’re already in the maze themselves. You duck under the next beam of red and feel the heat on the back of your head from the proximity, then step easily over one that reminds you of a tripwire - right at ankle level. You hear Jungwoo and Taeil following behind you, Jungwoo struggling a bit because of his wide shoulders. At some points you have to turn around and help him since he can’t see where his biceps are about to brush one of the heated red lines. At least Sungchan isn’t on your team, he’s even larger than Jungwoo. Chenle and Hendery will have to help him or find another way in. You almost laugh at the thought before deciding that you rather like all of your teammates, actually, and you don’t like to think about them dying by heated laser. Each time you stop to help Jungwoo, Taeil reminds you that you need to hurry. You eventually just tell him to please be quiet, because some people are trying to focus here. He shuts up, thankfully. 

 When you reach the end of the room, you’re faced with another door. Taeil tampers with the wires and it too slides open. The hallway is paneled with light gray and the floor is tile reminiscent of a hotel lobby. Your guns are poised to fend off an attack as the door opens, but nobody is there. You lower them slowly and Jungwoo steps out into the hallway. There are footsteps fading away down to your right, but nobody is watching for you here. You look for the source of the footsteps and spot who you’re pretty sure are the team Johnny and Mark, orphan half-brothers notorious for their sudden team changes depending on the paycheck. They’re for sale to the highest bidder, and they don’t care who that is. Your guess is confirmed when the shorter man laughs - you’ve worked with Mark before, and that laugh is both contagious and unique. 

When you refocus, Yangyang is back in your ear and instructing you to go the opposite way that the pair is walking. He says that the door at the end of this hallway is the one you want. Your shoes shuffle against the tile as you try to go quietly, with Jungwoo in front of you and Taeil nervously watching your backs. He isn’t as confident with a gun as you or Jungwoo, he prefers to work behind the scenes. The nature of this mission required a tech whiz on site, though, and he came reluctantly. He knows how important it is to steal the USB drive with ship plans on it. The newest fighter models will make or break the war for your faction, and you have reason to believe that those ships also have teleportation devices in the plans. Not just lightspeed travel, but all-out teleportation. You can only imagine that sort of power on your own ship, the Phoenix.

You walk all the way down the hallway and find the door that Yangyang has pointed out to you. Taeil once again gets down to open the wire panel and gasps in delight. 

“Finally a good security system! Give me a moment.” His face disappears behind the stand housing the card reader and he hums as he fiddles with whatever has made him so happy. Even laying at an awkward angle, his voice is beautiful. You sometimes wonder why he became a technician for a faction like yours when he could be a singer for one of the more powerful factions that aren’t always at war. When confronted with this question, he would smile a little and tell whoever was asking that his one true love was testing security systems, no matter how much his voice delighted other people. He said with a dry laugh once that the selfishness of that reason made him perfect for the job. Part of you doubted that story, but everyone working for your faction had baggage. You didn’t need to pry into his.

Eventually there comes a pleased “aha!” from behind you, and Taeil reemerges. His face has a smudge on it that you wipe away with your thumb. 

“Have fun?” 

You ask the question sarcastically, but Taeil nods happily. “That’s what I like to do. The other systems were easier, I think this room must be important.”

“That’s what I said,” grumbles Yagyang in your ear.

The door slips open with some prodding and you walk into a lab with pristine white surfaces and surfaces that look as though they’ve never been used. In the middle is a silver table covered in instruments of some kind, although you don’t know what they would be used for. The walls are lined with diagnostic panels, and one is a window into a secret hangar you weren’t aware of. Inside is a ship that looks a lot like the X-Wings of the Star Wars franchise. The movies are still iconic today despite how obsolete they are, and everyone knows that the X-Wings were never recreated due to a problem with their size in relation to the way they were meant to work. It appears that whoever made this ship has been hiding their discovery. 

“Y/N, focus,” Jungwoo whispers. You nod and turn away from the hangar, albeit reluctantly. 

You look at the remaining two walls, both of which are shorter and lined with  counters. Taeil is looking at one, and you walk over to the other. You find a monitor completely shut down and follow the cords down to discover that it isn’t plugged in. That’s a little strange. You look at the computer tower and find a USB drive, labeled “Schematics.” That’s even more strange. Why would they leave something so valuable lying around? Hiding in plain sight, perhaps? You plug the monitor in and turn it and the tower on, opening the USB files. You’re low on time, you know, but you have to make sure this is the right drive. 

Once the files are loaded, you gasp. “You guys, look at this.” Jungwoo and Taeil stand and look over your shoulders as you scroll through page after page of exact instructions and diagrams for the X-Wing. 

“They even stole the name from Star Wars,” Jungwoo scoffs. Taeil laughs lightly. 

“These are the right files, we should get out of here.”

“Agreed,” you say. You pocket the USB drive and unplug the monitor again, making sure to leave minimal traces of your passing through. “Let’s go.”

Yangyang repeats the directions out of Sector 5, and you walk quickly. You make it to the laser room without incident and go back through the doorway. “Taeil,” you ask, “can we get out of here faster if you turn off the lasers, or if we just walk through like we did on the way on?”

“Definitely turning them off,” he assures you. “It’s too time consuming to worry about things like this when we need to be worrying about the USB being reported missing.” He settles down by a panel near the start of the lasers and peels off the cover where it looks like maintenance might be done. You only know this because he tells you happily that there might be an off switch. 

“Aha! Found it!” he singsongs after a moment. The lasers go off a second later and you’re about to celebrate when a siren screeches from the ceiling. 

“All units to Hall Sixteen!” A voice yells over an intercom that you hadn’t noticed. “Lasers have been disabled!”

“Shit,” Jungwoo and Taeil say in unison. 

“Let’s go!” you yell. There’s no point in being quiet now. You hear the clomping of boots down the hall and yelling from both ends of the laser room. Hall Sixteen.

You run out towards the exit and find yourself facing Xiao Dejun and another man you don’t know. They both have guns and are shooting the moment you get within range. You shoot back, missing Dejun by inches. 

“Sicheng?” cries Taeil from beside you. He lowers his gun slightly. “I thought you were dead!” He runs towards the man, completely ignoring the battle around him. Dejun shoots at him but misses. Jungwoo hits him in return, a nonlethal hit to the arm. It’s enough to make him take pause though, and long enough for you to see with crystal clarity as the other man - Sicheng - raises his gun and shoots Taeil in the chest. Taeil doesn’t even have his gun up, and the shot tears right through his body. He collapses into the fall, blood spouting from the wound. It looks like Sicheng hit his heart.

Someone is screaming, and you realize it’s you. You feel your nose start to burn and your eyes brim suddenly with tears. Not Taeil! you want to scream. Taeil can’t be dead! Your body reacts faster than your brain, and you shoot Sicheng in the gut as he stares at Taeil’s body, looking almost shocked. Then you rush forward and kick the wound, making sure it hurts. 

“You asshole!” you cry. “You killed Taeil!” You dodge another bullet from Dejun (it hits Sicheng in the upper stomach, and you have just enough brain space left to be smug) and spot Johnny and Mark behind Jungwoo. You scream and point, not even having words. Thankfully Jungwoo understands and spins to meet them. You shoot at Dejun, wasting bullets. One hits his left shoulder, and another hits a rib. You hear it crack. He writhes out of the way of the rest. You kick his gun hand to disarm him and knee him in the balls, a simple solution to his frustrating ability to avoid bullets. Having properly taken care of him, you turn to face Johnny and Mark. 

They have Jungwoo cornered, and he’s desperately dancing out of the way of more bullets. He already has red spreading across his right side. It looks like just a graze, but it could have easily been far worse. You pick up Dejun’s gun and use it to shoot the back of Johnny’s thigh. He crumbles to the floor, blood already gushing angrily out of the wound. Mark turns to him, worried, and somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that’s sort of sweet before you shoot Mark too. He doesn’t deserve to die any more than Taeil did, and you liked working with him, but he’s the enemy right now. He needs to go down. You take aim and shoot him in the side, which is the best place you can hit at this angle. He looks almost surprised at the intrusion. You turn away. Jungwoo runs up behind you. 

“Taeil?” you ask, looking down at his body. “Are you in there?” You reach down to feel his pulse, except there isn’t one. His neck is already cooling where he lays, a  surprised look still painted across his features. 

“Y/N, we have to go,” Jungwoo says. 

“We have to bury him!” you screech. You didn’t even know your voice could sound like this. You suppose you’ve never lost someone as important as Taeil before, though.

“We’ll come back for him as soon as we get the USB back to home base,” Jungwoo mutters. “Come on.” He tugs on your arm, and you follow him, letting the tears flow. Jonny shoots one last time at you, but misses. Of everyone who could have died, it had to be Taeil. Precious Taeil with his lovely voice and sweet temperament, the person everyone went to if they needed someone to chill with. He would never again hear you complain about uncertain futures or how you missed your home planet. He would never again hug you or make you smile or gift your ears with his sweet tunes. 

“We’ll come back,” you repeat, nose stuffing up. “We’ll come back.”

You leave Sector 5, only meeting one more person. Jungwoo shoots whoever it is before you even register their presence. Thank goodness that one of you has their head still on right. Getting back inconspicuously is a little harder with bloodstains on Jungwoo’s side, but you somehow manage to avoid everyone you don’t want to see. You sneak in the back way to your building and get up to Doyoung’s office. He’s the leader of your little group, so he’s the one you take the info to.

When you knock, he invites you in, and you enter the room. You’re never quite sure if he’ll be happy to see you, so you walk in with some trepidation. Thankfully he has one of his beautiful smiles on and welcomes you in. 

“What did you get?” he asks. 

“A USB Drive, it has files for new ships,” you tell him. “ Exactly what we were looking for.”

“Where are Jung-”

Doyoung gets cut off by a voice coming through the radio on his desk. “Sir! Doyoung, sir?”

Doyoung holds up a finger to you and presses the talk button. “Yes Yangyang?”

“Is Y/N with you yet, sir?”

“Yes.”

“Y/N,” Yangyang says, “he doesn’t know yet what happened.” Doyoung looks at you, eyes questioning. 

“Okay Yang,” you say. “I’ll- I’ll tell him.”

“Okay. That’s all, sir.”

Doyoung looks at you across the desk and narrows his eyes. “What happened?”

“We got in without incident,” you say. “There was a laser maze, but we got through okay. We didn't get caught on the way in and found a lab. That’s where we found the drive. I made sure these were the right files, and then we left. Taeil-” You cut yourself off, tears threatening again. 

“Taeil turned off the lasers so we could get out, but it activated some sort of security system. Some men came to kill us and Taeil recognized one. I think his name was ‘Sicheng.’ Taeil-” You take another deep breath. “He ran toward the man, gun down, like he thought the man wouldn’t hurt him. But Sicheng… He killed Taeil. Shot him in the heart.” 

The tears are flowing freely  down your cheeks now, and you make no move to get rid of them. Doyoung looks shaken for the first time since you’ve known him, and he stands up. He walks around the desk to hug you, mindless of the blood on your clothes. 

“We’ll give him the hero’s burial he deserves,” he murmurs. “In the meantime, you should go and put the drive with our other ship plans.

You nod in the affirmative and leave his office. The file storage room is just down the hall. Your surroundings are a bit blurry from the tears in your eyes, but you make it fine. Yangyang is already there, and he pats you on the back as you plug the USB drive into its designated spot. It has a blood spot on the label and you sort of smile at the irony. You won, but at what cost?

A moment later the entire course lights up. “The Red Team wins!” proclaims a voice from the speakers. You feel the character you were playing melt off as your laser tag gun powers off. The dryness in your throat and the tears on your face fade away with the persona you became for the game. You high-five Yangyang and run to get Taeil from where he lays on the other side of the course, still playing dead. You run into Johnny on the way. “Good game,” he says, bumping your fist. “Hitting my thigh patch was a fantastic idea! You’re a really good shot.”

“Thank you. Your team owes us pizza,” you remind him smugly. 

“I know.” He throws you a playful glare on the way past. “We’re going to the fifth floor dorms once everyone’s rounded up. I think Lucas and Jeno tied up Sungchan, Hendery, and Chenle, so I’m going to get them.”

“Sounds good. We’re gonna go get Taeil, Sicheng, and Xiaojun.”

“Okay. Meet you at the entrance!”

He walks off and Yangyang follows you to Sector 5.

“You did an amazing job acting!” he says. “It really helped me get into my role.”

“I thought I would actually cry when Taeil fake died,” you tell him. “He actually looked dead.”

“Well I couldn’t see, obviously, but after you guys left he just sat and hummed. It was hilarious. In one channel, you’re screaming your revenge and sobbing, and in the other, Taeil is humming Baekhyun-sunbaemin.”

Taeil meets you at the beginning of the laser hall. “That was so much fun,” he enthuses. 

“Yeah it was,” you agree. “You did a great job with the puzzles!” You’re referring to the puzzles that kept Sector 5 locked. Supposedly they were hard enough to keep intruders out, but Taeil had gotten in pretty easily. 

He smiles. “Thank you. You did a great job kneeing Xiaojun in the nuts, he was out for a solid minute.”

“ I didn’t hurt him too much, did I?”

“Nah, he’ll recover. He might want to punch you or something though, I don’t think he was acting with that part.”

“Oh.”

You walk back to the entrance with everyone in the group and do a quick headcount. Twenty-three men. Okay, you’re good to go.

You pile into multiple vans out front where their managers sit, bored. They congratulate the winning team and drive you to the dorms, where you all squeeze into the 5th floor apartment and Johnny orders pizza for everyone. You’re very glad that you don’t have to pay for all of the food for twenty-four people.

“We should do that again some time!” Mark suggests as you’re eating. There’s a resounding cry of agreement as everyone lifts their pizza slices to the idea. 

You’re totally going to do that again.

End.

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