#I can't resist any longer hehehe

[hero-of-the-wolf]

After reading the post about angsty Opossum!Hyrule ideas and the fact that they have been compared to pigs, I thought of an angsty idea:

Ganon in his games is a pig, and his monster minions want Hyrule’s cursed blood to resurrect Ganon. Perhaps with his blood being cursed it came with a cost of gaining some unwanted subtle habits that Ganon had?

-Hellofellow_reader

omg the parallels between Hyrule's dark world form and Ganon wait—

oh my gosh??? your mind!!!! oh my gosh /pos

opossum!Hyrule just keeps getting more and more perfect omg

*filing all this away for later hehehe*

[daylighted]

mechanic!dean x bimbo!reader headcanons!

you have a car that he fucking loves and he tried to tell you when you brought it in for the first time and you were just like

"yes i love the white ones!!"

because of course daddy bought it for you and you knew nothing about it

just that it's white and it goes really fast

and that it breaks when you accidentally run over the curb in the mall parking lot, yes the one that is taller than a speedbump for the very reason of keeping people from hitting it

he knew he'd be in for it when you hopped out of that driver's seat in pink heels and a little black dress

and when he saw the dash and back glass lined with pretty pink tulle and those stupid pink fuzzy dice hanging from the rearview mirror

and dean could not resist teasing you at ALLLL then like

"how can you see through the mirror with all that glittery shit in there?"

and proceeded to actually stop dead in his tracks when you, without looking up from your phone, said "that's what the mirror is for?"

like he honestly could not believe it

he's like ... oddly endeared by your antics but also so fucking stressed out

because at one point before you started dating it was like you didn't know that you could just. come in and see him

no you were popping tires and busting your radiator and, at one point, casually confessed to a hit and run on someone's mailbox

just so you had a reason to show up to his work

like ??? he did not even know what to do about that. call the police ??? no. fuck the cops

but one time he was driving down the backroads himself in baby, heading a longer way home from work and he saw a mailbox on the ground

and he knew you did that. like he just knew

that was the moment he realized that he was going to ask you out. something about the fact that you were so desperate to see him that you saw a mailbox and promptly went "whoopsies!" before ramming into it

omfg he was sold

at one point early on, too, so he didn't have any secrets from you, he tried to tell you about the family business that the winchesters had, at one point, before sam went to college and he shifted into mechanic work instead of demon hunting

and you were perched on the hood of your car, him next to you, as he poured his heart out

and the very first thing you said after he finished, terrified that you'd run for the hills, was "so you just put seasoned the floors and read the bible?"

there's just something so INNOCENT about your naivety that he gets so attached to it

of course he calls you princess. you are his princess. his pretty pink princess

he drops 75 bucks on your fresh manicure every paycheck too

and you are so excited to show him what he paid for every time

it's like when you pretend to care about his work rants, while barely even knowing what a spark plug is

because he has no idea what pink aura acrylics with chrome means

sometimes you offer to drive on your dates and he's like NOOO it's okay baby let me treat you alright let me do this right

but really he is fucking terrified that he's going to end up an accomplice in one of your mailbox murders

and he really can't add that to his criminal record.

that you know about btw. ate him up too about it like "y'know college kids make fake ids. you don't have to like ... steal them"

those random moments of clarity in your pretty little head were always at his expense and it never failed to catch him off guard

the backseat and the passenger seat's leather are literally embedded with your perfume

he gets into the car and takes a big ol whiff every time. like habit

yes you do let him try on your pink satiny underwear HEHEHE

and yes he DOOO LIKE IT HEHEHEEH

he did not like when you made him do a spin like he was a little puppy in a sweater or something

you tried to teach yourself how to bake for him so he could have a treat after the longer shifts at the shop

and it was a travesty really. you knew the pie was burnt but like ... thought it was salvageable ?

and dean still ate it yessir. to keep the tears out of your eyes at your disappointment that it flopped

"i'm jus gonna eat around the burnt parts pretty thing no big deal!!"

it was such a big deal to you though. every little misstep even if it was so silly

you have big feelings alright. big feelings for someone who was so small

even in your heels dean towers over you

he lets you paint his nails. complains like "can't let the fuckin' rednecks that come to the shop see this shit" all grumbly like

but then you find another pretty color and he's got his nails already ready like 💅

notes, omfg i hope u guys like this this was so fun. i just wanted to try something new while i'm on like ... very minor writing block rn </3 i think "tough guy" dean x soft ditzy girl who keeps him on his toes but softens his edges and the walls he put up is just SOOOO < 3333

[electrosair]

hehehe, hii!! may I req where Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche, Diluc, and Alhaitham get into a fight with their s/o the previous night, but in the morning they're extremely clingy after that? :D:D fluff after angst is always the best hehe

The following morning

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: alhaitham + ayato + scaramouche

I did something similar with Diluc and Childe here (also Gorou), so to avoid repeating myself I preferred not to do it about them and leave the link in case you want to read it, thanks for the request <3

word count: 0.5k

Alhaitham

There are few things you can fight with Alhaitham about where he actually gets annoyed with you to the point where he doesn't want to talk to you anymore. So even if he's not that upset about the situation, if you are, he's going to let you relax first before trying to work things out between the two of you. At bedtime he would not think much of your anger, he would pick up his book and start reading without paying attention to your body, which was turning away from him until you finally fell asleep. He would switch off the light on his bedside table to do the same. He would let you sleep peacefully, and when he sees that you have rested enough, he might wake you up with light caresses on your shoulders and back. He'd hope that the little pain you had from last night's fight would have gone away and you'd complain as usual, burying your head in his chest to close your eyes again.

Ayato

He would try to always keep a calm tone to avoid increasing and fueling the fire of your anger, even if it is small, he hates to argue with you and more when he knows it is for a stupid reason that does not deserve so much time or saliva from any of you. His main concern would be to solve the reason for the fight as soon as possible, but he can't do anything if you are not willing or prepared to talk about it again and this time discuss it in a more pleasant way and without raising your voice. So he would hold out until the next day, even if you don't pay as much attention to him because of your mood, Ayato would go about the rest of the day as normal, asking you what you want for dinner and so on. Maybe that way you would relax a little. Once you are both awake and with things more digested, he would laugh while imprisoning you in bed, he doesn't plan to let you out until he can have a normal conversation with you without you dodging his every word.

Scaramouche

Discussions would be heated, probably with some shouting in between your exchanges. Rather than waiting for you to be the one to cool down, he is the one who probably needs to calm himself the most before speaking or doing anything else. When you get into bed, you are going to do it alone, because his ego will not allow him to cuddle you while he is lying unconscious on the pillow like he does every night. So he'll end up yawning and wandering around the house looking for something to do or taking short naps on the couch. And by surprise to you when you wake up again by the sunlight that illuminated your face in the morning, you will see that he could no longer resist. Scaramouche would return to your bed in the middle of the night, when he makes sure you are sound asleep. He would have a hard time apologizing once he gets up, but he would spend the rest of the day right along with you.

[kiwibirb1]

Fuck it im rambling about my shirt I can't hold this in any longer

Okay, so I got this big white shirt, and I tie-dyed diagonally, with four colors going from my left shoulder to the bottom right. Left to right its pink, green, blue, and then I left the corner white. And I put MEANING into the color placement hehe. First, the obvious, the pink green and blue represent the girls. (I'll get to the white don't worry) The green is placed inbetween the pink and blue because (especially before Amphibia) Marcy was the glue holding Anne and Sasha together. Pink is on top because Sasha was the leader of the group (mostly before amphibia again here). Now I get to talk about the white hehehe classic kiwi angst incoming. The white only touches the blue, and in fact leaks throughout it in places (that was on accident but it works). The white is supposed to represent (extra points if you guessed right) Anne's death. Her sacrifice to save her girls, and keep them from falling as well, hence the white not touching anything else. BUT there are actually little dots of pink and green (which were definitely accidents im pretty messy) within the white, showing how Sasha and marcy were willing to do anything to get Anne back.

Aldhslshlsdb okay sorry had to get all that put of my system. Been resisting infodumping all this to my friends bc a) none of them have watched amphibia and b) masking is harder today and I can't figure out a way to say it all without talking to much BUT no one cares if I do that here so yeah.

[astrxlfinale]

I'm yours as long as you want me.

Even with the speedy crawl of many hours later, those words had never left his mind, nor had the atmosphere ever 'recovered' from such a welcomed sense of change. It felt as if a boundless river of energy tore itself open from an unknown reservoir, cascading in brilliance, just allowing them to bask in this moment even after she had to make sure her beloved band of troublemakers were appropriately in bed.

Now here they remain, the end of a certain deal no longer completed, as beyond the visible shine of that screen remains a resting Guinaifen. Soft, content breaths escaping her well after she comfortably dozed off, his excitable voice, ones full of ideas of what to do, and these particular theories on a new favorite series lulling her off to the whimsies of dreamland. Even now, his eyes couldn't resist just bearing witness to the scene, reflecting on how 'good night' spoken from her lips was woven into it's own band of poetry.

Too many times did his hand try to reach for that bright red button, an appropriate time and means to end the call, yet, wrestling within his own was the very gauntlet of such a challenge.

'I.. Really do just want her to be here. Shoot, hope I ain't being too weird about it.' A desire to let this closeness remain, to bask in the security of seeing Gui simply doing well, to the almost fairy tale like view of how peace settles on her beautiful visage as she rests. His hand already held the desire to simply drift through her tresses, to help sooth her deeper into a state of rest.

Preferably, the selfishness within wanted to be that pillow she was currently cuddled up with. Allowing for his chest to be the replacement, and for the both of to be whisked off dreamland upon a similar boat.

He was growing ever more conscious of the change situated before them. In many ways, it felt as if their adamant hands were tearing a dream from the unseen realms and into reality itself. Just the mere idea of meaning so much to her, for them to dig open their personal and homey cove, that's what made it impossible to actually exit the call. Upon the main screen ahead, their shared stream of cartoons had melted off as a sense of blissful white noise.

To say he was fine with the arrangement was an understatement, this is how it needs to be. That Heart of Hearts was certain about that singular fact.

Thus he'd work that bed nest a bit better, similar to how he always does; a bundle of pillows underneath the head while his blanket is adjusted up to the hips. The dark shirt he adorns was more than enough warmth, and instead of peering at the ceiling, this time he keeps situated at the side, the glow of this very screen being a miracle as a growing wave of exhaustion settles over him in kind. 'Mannnnn.. Still can't believe she actually liked those theories! Heheh, hope I didn't go too damn overboard.' Gods did that make him giddy.

"Hope you know what you were sayin, Gui." A gentle chuckle rumbles within his chest as the urge to caress his damn phone of all things had to be stopped. That certainly was no replica for her luxurious soft her hair could be! As long as he wants her. Caelus, being someone who was always eager for the future, to chart each new day to his making alongside his beloved companions, sentiment like that held deeper implications then she might've imagined.

While she had succeeded in getting him flustered out of his damn mind at the time, the scrambled energy was more courageous with the calm afterwards. "Since I tend to play for keeps."

"...And keeping you by my side? I'll turn this whole universe upside down for that."

Allowing that admittance to break into the material realm was proper. It was a sign of devotion that he intends to show her with action, time and time again. These were the peaceful waves of the soul that crests upon the metaphysical shore for him, sleep finally claiming another underneath its wing as he failed to turn his phone off in any capacity from its positioned perch.

Come the new day? That would be the small surprise waiting, that stubborn looking face of his looking considerably softer, considerably more peaceful as the edge of a light smile adorns those lips as the crowned piece. Even the noises of Welt's baritone voice and touches of March 7th's chipper desires for breakfast echoes mildly within the halls.

For a moment, she'd also get to see how a touch of his world operates in kind.

A culmination of their treasures.

@avaere for this stinkin' cute post, cause he's a full on sap for her.

[imogenkol]

hehehe strip tease for imogen and bix 🙈

so... this is longer than 5 sentences. I just can't resist tension and pining

Bix made for the open shower and began to discard her clothes along the way, pulling her shirt over her head and undoing the button on her pants. Imogen quickly averted her gaze at the sight of bare skin, not trusting herself to overcome any impulses.

"Since when do you care about modesty?" Bix asked.

A small smile came across Imogen's lips. "Since we no longer sleep together."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bix shrug as the water came on. "It's nothing you haven't seen before, Imogen."

"Yes, but the context was quite different, wouldn't you say?"

She wanted to look more than anything. The string that tied her to Bix had the strength of a taught chain, pulling her ever closer no matter how hard she dug her heels into the dirt. Imogen grew so weary of resisting. She may as well fight the gravitational pull of the planet.

"I remember that time you watched me work in the yard all day long," Bix said, tilting her head back against the steaming stream of water. Imogen swallowed hard, recalling the exact memory. "After the bell rang and I closed up shop, you followed me home."

"You left the door open."

"And I felt your eyes on me every step I took towards the shower, on every piece of clothing I left on the floor... All the way to the bathroom."

Imogen shut her eyes and returned to that night, picturing the shape of Bix's body and the way her skin felt underneath her touch. The craving stirred within Imogen more intensely than she anticipated as an all too familiar ache flared below her waist.

"And what did I do next?" she uttered in a low tone.

"You came in after me," Bix answered.

At last, Imogen allowed her gaze to find the mechanic. She did one slow, shameless sweep over Bix's form, admiring the shape of her just how she remembered it and following the endless trails of water up her body until their eyes finally met. Everything went so still for a few torturous beats.

"Context," Imogen stated.

[infinitecoldblack]

Look at this little tease. Cubs in shorts are hot so I like to imagine him wearing tight little swim shorts too. But not for long as Eggm*n would soon be pulling them down hehehe.

Thinking about T*ils sitting at Eggm*n's Egg C*rrier poolside on one of the loungers with his cute little cub sheath visible between his legs and small plump butt squished against the seat. If he's wearing shorts then his sheath is visible as a little nub in them and the waistband is low enough to give a peek of his butt crack and the material is moulded to it, drawing attention to his small round cheeks.

Eggm*n walks in also wearing nothing but shorts so his manly hairy chest and big round belly are exposed and jiggle with his steps. He's pleased to see T*ils is waiting for him like he ordered him to. He has a drink in one hand and a cooler in the other and it looks like he's been drinking a bit already as his face is flushed and he seems quite jolly. He takes a seat next to him and kicks his feet up to relax while sipping his drink.

He tells him he can go swim and watches him. On the surface he seems casual while he lounges but behind his glasses, his eyes are hungry and fixed on the way the boy's little butt is raised up and his back is arched while he's paddling. Eventually he just has to get in the water with him. He acts playful chasing and splashing him but he also swims under him to get a good view and eventually starts grabbing at his butt, his true motives obvious.

When they get out, he orders T*ils to climb up on him as he's lay back on one of the loungers. He gulps as Eggman puts an arm around him and moves him in position between his legs, so close to his cock that's very visible in his shorts with his fuzzy happy trail and pubes peek over the waistband. He knows this can't mean anything good, especially when he's drunk and he can smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

He reveals there's a pint of mint choc chip ice cream in his cooler and puts it on cones so they can eat it together. Being given his favorite only increases T*ils' nerves with what it might mean but he simply can't resist. He* also makes T*ils drink some of the cocktails he's drinking, tilting his head up, pulling his mouth open and pouring some down his throat. It doesn't take much to affect him with such a little body like his.

He becomes too tipsy and fuzzy to stay upright and wobbles until he finally falls against him and is now pressed up against his cock. Eggm*n chuckles at how he's a pathetic lightweight little boy and immediately takes advantage of the position by grabbing his little round butt and tiny cock shamelessly with his large hands. He can feel Eggm*n's cock growing hard in his shorts but can't gather himself to move off him.

He pulls him in for a sloppy open mouth kiss while he molests him. T*ils wants to pull away but his body has grown so weak and the grip of his large hand on his little face is much too strong. He tastes his favorite mint ice cream combined with alcohol on the man's large tongue as he forces it into his little mouth. Eggm*n hopes to make him associate his favorite flavor with his kisses from now on so he'll always be reminded of his ownership.

He can't wait any longer in drunken lust and pulls down his shorts to reveal the little cub sheath and butt he's crazy about. He keeps rubbing his little nub between his large fingers until it unsheathes. T*ils is embarrassed as a blush flushes across his cheeks when Eggm*n laughs at the size of little cub cock compared to his huge adult one as he brings his out and rubs them together. The feeling of his huge cock throbbing and twitching against his tiny one is too much.

Then he grabs his waist and lifts him up to sit him down on his cock and commands him to ride it. It's so huge and thick buried deep in him that it's hard to move but Eggm*n thrusts up to make him bounce on it against his will. It's impossible to pull himself all the way off his big long thick cock plugging up his little hole before he can easily push him back down on it. "I'm a very lucky man to claim this little cub butt for myself~" Eggm*n grins as he enjoys the sight of bouncing him on his huge adult cock while his tiny cock flops around.

He can get it in so much deeper than he usually manages to press himself into him in their other positions, it's not often he gets in balls deep like this repeatedly. While the boy is sat on his cock like this, he can grab his small pudgy hips so easily and slam him down on it and bury it in him all the way. It's so deep that T*ils can feel it in his stomach and all he can do is moan weakly as his head spins from the intoxication as Eggm*n shakes him around and pounds into him like a limp doll to use and abuse as he teases and degrades him.

T*ils' body betrays him as he squirts a little amount of cum onto the man's belly and chest. It's so overwhelming being shaken around while out of it that he can't tell what's happening, aside from feeling really dizzy and good. But he feels embarrassed and ashamed when Eggm*n tells him what happened and says it means he loves it and is a little slut. This soon makes him cum too and it feels so good for his cock to be pulsing inside him pressed in balls deep as he holds him there as he cums and fills his plump little butt.

Eggm*n won't let T*ils get back in the pool after this because he wants him to keep as much of his cum inside him for as long as possible. It spills out and leaks constantly after he pulls his cock out but Eggm*n likes how it will make a mess of his shorts and he'll get to see it trickle out of the legs of them. So he pulls his slutty little shorts back over his plump butt and gives it a pat, then keeps his arm wrapped around his back to keep him there as he's forced to lay against his belly again until he says they're ready to leave.

[plumblossomcafe]

Ch.43 (2/2): A Flower Blooms in a Prison

Okawara Goemon: Just hand it over. You don't want any trouble with me. If you think your elemental powers are enough to resist the Vision Hunt Decree, then you'd better think again. Believe me, you're not the first of your kind we've encountered... And we've seen the same unpleasant outcome time after time. You'd best save yourself the trouble.

Hanshirou: Can't you make an exception? I just got this Vision — I won't even use it, I promise.

Paimon: So this is the Vision Hunt Decree in action, huh? We can't just sit around and watch things unfold, can we?

Y/n: Let's move!

???: Psst...! Hey — wait...!

Paimon: Huh? There's someone trying to get our attention.

???: Come on...! This way...!

Paimon: Huh, what's going on!? Can't you see we need to go help...

???: Shh! Quiet! Just sit tight and watch for a moment...

Paimon: Hey! This isn't right, y'know! Just because you don't have a vision doesn't mean you can sit back and watch others in trouble... Huh? *noticed her Pyro vision* Hey, wait... you do have a vision!

???: Shh! If you don't keep your voice down, I won't have one much longer!

Hanshirou: Alright, alright... Here... take it.

Okawara Goemon: Hm, wise choice. Alright, let's go! *leaves*

Paimon: What should we do now? He's already given up his vision... Doesn't he know what could happen to him after losing it? Ugh, this is your fault. You're the one who stopped us from interfering!

Hanshirou: Phew! Many thanks, Miss Yoimiya. If you hadn't swapped me a fake just now, I'm sure I would have lost it.

Yoimiya: No worries! You put on quite the convincing performance!

Aether: So the Vision they took was fake?

Y/n: Seems we were fooled, too...

Paimon: Ohh, so that's what's going on here! And to think Paimon was about to unleash Paimonial wrath on Miss Yoimiya... hehehe... sorry about that.

Yoimiya: Haha, ahh, think nothing of it! I could tell from your reaction that we were on the same side — you just didn't know it, y'know? Alright — allow me to introduce myself. I'm Yoimiya, the current owner of Naganohara Fireworks. It ain't much, but it's honest work, hehe. Great to meet ya!

Hanshirou: Practically everyone in Hanamizaka knows Yoimiya. She's the "Queen of the Summer Festival"! Without her and her fireworks, summer on Narukami Island just wouldn't be the same.

Paimon: Whoa, that's quite the introduction! Paimon loves fireworks! It's nice to meet you.

Yoimiya: Hee-hee, stop it, Hanshirou, you'll embarrass me! As for thanking me, you'd be better off thanking Master Masakatsu. He's the one who gave me the fake visions in the first place. His handiwork allowed me to keep my own vision. Whew, I can't even imagine trying to run business without it...

Hanshirou: Yes, Master Masakatsu is a good man. It's too bad that good people seldom get the recognition they deserve.

Paimon: Master Masakatsu!?

Yoimiya: Huh? Do you guys know him, too?

Y/n: Miss Kamisato mentioned his name. We were just on our way to rescue him.

Yoimiya: You don't say! Then it sounds like the Shirasagi Himegimi has a plan... Awesome! I've been thinking about breaking him out too recently. But if I just marched straight in there by myself, I'd probably get Miss Kamisato in a whole heap of trouble, hehe... So... what about if I join you instead!?

Paimon: Sure! Welcome to the team! Ayaka told us to go look for help at a fireworks shop. She must have meant you!

Yoimiya: Hee-hee, seems like I've finally got a new job to do! ...Y'know, besides hiding Vision bearers in my shop, that is... So, Master Masakatsu is being held at the Police Station. I've already surveyed the area and found a way in.

Paimon: Whoa, talk about a reliable source. Seems we've got the right person on our team!

Yoimiya: Not bad, huh? Hehe. Let's go as soon as everyone's ready. Don't worry Master Masakatsu, we're on our way!

Paimon: Time to break him out!

At the police station

Paimon: Uh... Now that we're inside, this place is a whole lot creepier than Paimon imagined... Eh-he...

Yoimiya: C'mon, this way! As long as we stay quiet, we've got a good chance! I certainly wouldn't want to end up locked away in here... Let's find Master Masakatsu and get out of here. We should split up. I've got a "little present" to prepare for Master Masakatsu, hehe... I'll be right back.

Paimon: You sure? Alright then... Just be careful not to get caught!

Yoimiya: Yes, uh — you too!

Upon reaching a certain area downstairs of the police station

Paimon: Shh... quick, hide! Look over there... That must be Master Masakatsu!

Kinoshita: ...Did you really think that little trick of yours could fool us?

Maeda: Hehe... locking you up was just the beginning.

Masakatsu: ...Argh... No...!

Yoimiya: Oh no... Those Tenryou Commission brutes are torturing him.

Paimon: If we don't come up with a way to break him out fast, then... Eh!? Yoimiya, when did you get back here...

Y/n: We can only grit our teeth for now... We need to ensure we have a means of escape.

Yoimiya: Ugh... I can't bear to watch. If anything happens to Master Masakatsu, our whole plan will have been for nothing...

???: Hey, you there! What are you doing!?

Kinoshita: Ah! M—Ma'am!

Maeda: W—We were just teaching him a little lesson... That's all.

Paimon: Huh? Who's that?

Yoimiya: That's Kujou Sara, adopted daughter of the Kujou Clan of the Tenryou Commission. She's also a general in the Shogun's Army. What's she doing here...?

Aether: I think Kazuha mentioned her before... She's also enforcing the Vision Hunt Decree.

Kujou Sara: Make way, let me have a look at him. *inspecting him* ... I'm sure you're well aware that torture is strictly against military regulations.

Kinoshita: Y—Yes, ma'am.

Sara: If you are unashamed of such disgraceful action, then you are also unworthy of the Tenryou Commission itself! Do I make myself clear!?

Maeda: Y—Yes, ma'am. I—It won't happen again!

Paimon: Whew, Paimon sure wouldn't want to get on her bad side...

Yoimiya: Hey, this is our chance! Let's move while they aren't watching Master Masakatsu.

Paimon: Yoimiya! Are you sure now's the right time!?

Y/n: *accidently stepped on a loose wood plank, unintentionally giving off a sound* ah...

Sara: Who is that... Quick, go, and investigate.

Guards: Yes, ma'am!

Paimon: The—They're coming! Quick — hide!

Y/n: Sorry, sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to... *hiding close to Aether*

Aether: We're in trouble now. They'll find us for sure if we don't do something.

Yoimiya: Don't worry, I've got us covered. Time for my "little present..."

Fireworks: BOOM!!!

Paimon: Wha—! Fireworks!?

Kinoshita: Huh? Was that an explosion!?

Maeda: I—It sounded like... fireworks?

Kinoshita: Quick, let's hurry!

Paimon: Whew, the fireworks were enough to distract them! Maybe more than enough, hehe...

Yoimiya: Hehe, fireworks aren't just for festivals, y'know.

Aether: Nice work!

Yoimiya: Hee-hee, I was particularly proud of this batch, I decided to—

Fireworks: POW!!! CRACKLE CRACKLE... FIZZZZ!

Guards: Wahhhhhh!!!

Paimon: Eh-he... Uh, Yoimiya... this is turning into a bit of a fireworks display, hehe...

Yoimiya: Well... fireworks are my craft, after all. Every batch has to be spectacular! Hee-hee...

Y/n: Well, those guards deserved what they got...

Paimon: Look, the coast is clear. Now's our chance!

All: *approached Masakatsu*

Masakatsu: Y—Yoimiya? Is that you?

Yoimiya: Master Masakatsu! Sorry we took so long... Ugh... those awful guards!

Paimon: C'mon, we've got no time to lose! They could be back any minute... *looks behind her to see Kujou Sara* Oh...

Aether: You were over there watching us this whole time, weren't you?

Sara: Yes. Leave, before I let my judgment get the better of me. He's in serious condition. Be sure he gets immediate medical attention. But remember... Once he's recovered, it won't be long until I bring him right back.

Yoimiya: Uh, well... Ahem, you can bet we'll do all we can to keep that from happening.

Aether: We will protect Master Masakatsu.

Sara: Hm... leave this place.

Paimon: Phew! We're finally outta that creepy place.

Masakatsu: Yes... Finally, I've made it out of there...

Yoimiya: Master Masakatsu — how do you feel? Can you hold on?

Masakatsu: Don't worry, I think I can make it to the infirmary without keeling over.

Y/n: *heals Masakatsu with her vision* I healed Master Masakatsu but even still its best to take him to a doctor

Yoimiya: Thank you, all of you! I'll take him to get treated. I'll treat you to a round of drinks once this is all over!

Paimon: Don't worry about us. Just take care of Master Masakatsu! Whew, it's a good thing we were able to rescue him.

Y/n: Luck was on our side this time. All thanks to that person.

Paimon: Right, Kujou Sara... Do you think she was making up for how the guards were treating him? It seems as though there are some okay people among the ranks of the Tenryou Commission... Oh! Though Paimon would never agree with their actions in the Vision Hunt Decree, of course. How about we go tell Ayaka and the others the good news?

Back at Komore Teahouse

Thoma: I see, so Kujou Sara stayed her hand. It would appear she still has some honor to her. I wonder if we should try establishing contact with her... Perhaps we could coax out some information.

Ayaka: Unlikely. Don't forget, Kujou Sara is also carrying out the Vision Hunt Decree. She obeys the orders of the Raiden Shogun without question. In her eyes, Master Masakatsu is of no threat to the decree. This is why she was so willing to allow his escape. If our true motives were ever divulged, she would act against us without a second thought.

Thoma: True... Though if you ask me, Master Masakatsu's release is an unexpected blessing. We are now one step closer to victory... and we couldn't have done it without Yoimiya, Aether, and Y/n! Hehe, you're both turning out to be even more reliable than we expected.

Aether: Thanks for the compliment.

Paimon: Hee-hee, don't mention it.

Y/n: I just thought we were doing what was right

Ayaka: Indeed, things may have turned out very differently this time without the help of Aether and Y/n. But if we wish to mount any sizable resistance against the Vision Hunt Decree... there is still much to be done. It is time we make ready our next set of plans...

Thoma: There's no need to rush, milady. Things seem to have taken a turn for the better, at least. Not only have we rescued Master Masakatsu, but our list of allies appears to be growing. Ah yes, which reminds me... The Tenryou Commission seems to be making preparations for a "celebration"... They call it a "ceremony" of sorts. And the number of samurai out enforcing the Vision Hunt Decree seems to be waning. The days ahead may be more peaceful than usual.

Ayaka: A "ceremony," you say? Why would such a task be left to the Tenryou Commission?

Thoma: I don't know, but I'm sure it has nothing to do with us. Anyway, with the Tenryou Commission busy with preparations, we should have a little more breathing room than usual.

Ayaka: Hmm, you do present a good point. Being in a constant state of alert will only tire us further. Perhaps a period of rest is in order. Thoma, what would you suggest?

Thoma: I'd say a celebratory feast is in order. Might I suggest an evening of hot pot together! Funny enough, I learned a new "hot pot game" recently. I'm sure you'll find it quite amusing!

Paimon: A hot pot game? What's that? Well, as long as it has to do with eating...

Y/n: I never heard of that game. How does it work?

Thoma: Simply put, every person prepares an ingredient to add to the hot pot. Once the meal begins, we add all the ingredients together. Then we take it in turns to close our eyes, pick an ingredient out of the pot, taste it, and guess whose ingredient it was. Anyone who guesses correctly can go again, and whoever finishes the meal with the most points is declared the winner. Tradition even has it that the winner receives blessings from the God of Hot Pot. Don't you think it sounds like fun? Hehe, I've been wanting to give it a try... In fact, I've already got my ingredients prepared!

Paimon: You really do wanna play, huh! Well, sounds like we've got our work cut out for us! Time to gather some ingredients. But... what should we choose?

Aether: Let's be team daredevil...

Y/n: Sounds interesting, I'm up for it, especially when it comes to games, I love games

Paimon: Ooh, Paimon proposes we gather raging demon-level Jueyun Chilis, super salty Ham, Mist Flower Corollas... This is already shaping up to be a hot pot to remember...

Everyone enjoys a questionable and borderline hazardous round of hot pot...

Thoma: Ugh, my stomach! It feels like Yoimiya's fireworks are going off inside me...

Paimon: Who would've guessed that Thoma would be the winner...? He ate practically all those weird ingredients without a second thought! Uh, Thoma? You okay, buddy?

Thoma: Salt-crusted herring, unripe Lavender Melon, flash-boiled dango... Oh, and whatever that thing was that nearly froze my tongue off... Hold up, my life is starting to flash before my eyes... Time I call it a night, everyone...

Y/n: Hehe, you've only got yourself to blame Thoma... All those strange things you ate were ingredients you added yourself.

Paimon: But weren't you the one who added those little cakes Ayaka? Hehe, I think Y/n ended up eating one. Boiling cakes in hot pot... bleurgh... think of the texture...

Y/n: I thought of it as soaking a slice of cake in some milk.

Ayaka: I must apologize... To be perfectly honest, I thought the cakes would be a tasty addition. I think I recall eating a dango, mochi, and some other type of Inazuma's sweets I'm not sure who added them

Y/n: That was me. Sorry, I can't help it, I love sweets.

Thoma: Uh oh, I'm definitely not okay... Ugh, I need to lie down.

Y/n: *made a pad of water to place on Thoma*

Some time passes...

Thoma: Whew... I feel like a new man.

Paimon: Uh, you know, Thoma... all you had to do was guess wrong on purpose, and it would've been someone else's turn. Talk about being competitive...

Thoma: Haha, I guess I've been feeling unlucky recently and wanted the God of Hot Pot's blessing. Perhaps I did get a little carried away... Still, I couldn't be beaten at my own game the first time around! I think my luck has already taken a turn for the better — I can sense it! So without further ado, I hereby declare that the winner of today's hot pot challenge is... me!

Paimon: Oh brother...

Y/n: *pouting* Lucky.

Thoma: Ahh... good effort, team, another important job taken care of. Next on the agenda: some well-earned rest and relaxation.

Ayaka: Yes, if the Tenryou Commission truly is as busy with preparations as Thoma claims, then some rest would be a welcome change of pace. And with the extra time, there are some other matters I wish to attend to...

Thoma: Let's all take some much-needed time off. After a few days' rest, we'll reconvene at the Komore Teahouse and discuss our next operation. Downtime is hard to come by these days, so be sure to make the most of it! I'll tidy things up here and start thinking about our ingredients for our next round, hehe.

Paimon: There's gonna be a sequel!?

Thoma: Sure, why not! We should play again now that everyone knows the rules. I'll see you all later!

Paimon: Bye, Thoma! Hmm, it seems we won't need to be visiting the Komore Teahouse for a while. Why don't we go explore some other places!

[the-firebird69]

Two letters came in the mail one of them is Walter Loose and refused the letter and he knows what it is and he knows what it's about he said screw him and said You're done and you're not gonna be alive for very much longer you probably saw yourself die in a movie and you know it I think it's funny cause you're a turd. And he has something to say to you stupid ****

And he has something to say to you stupid ****Thor Freya

You've never heard the term delay tactic and Daniel thinks he's cool by telling me that he was doing this as a plan and there's nothing you can do at this time there's a reason why Trump is running in there it's because what the max used on you **** and you idiots you weaklings you morons is it delay tactic. It doesn't mean anything to anybody else except it's a delay tactic foreigners look at you and think boy look at this hunk of stupid that sat in the way and hurt our people in order for them to sit there and watch theirs die and they mean to watch you more like kill yourselves and watch you kill yourselves and you're obscene about it. Is that there for 35 years roughly giving them time to build stuff down there time to find things because you don't know how to build stuff because you're mooches and you no longer work well with them because you took over everything in with a boss so you felt you were the boss down there and you don't really know what's going on no you knew you just didn't react to anything because of your inane plan to take it over. The only problem is you're going to take it over by threatening me and my people and it doesn't do squat because we come out and pop you in the head and none of you could figure it out though tons of you are dying all the time and we don't respond and we didn't get you anything. Mark? Really there is nothing to get you at the time until recently about a week ago and that you are waiting for this big nut and you still are and you still won't know that you're making huge mistakes. So I'm opening lawsuits against all of you pseudo Empire Morlock Tommy F for the most ridiculous asinine plan in history. You did not do any job at all that half of you wanted and that half doesn't have anything and they've always conspired to do this kind of thing to you however the other part the Mac proper of the ones that had your **** arrange it and had you arrange it and you turned it to ****. Daniel is going to be on Sopranos **** **** he's a huge **** named Barney Frank so he sends a letter back refused and says he's put poo poo on it when I say is I'm resistant to almost everything and you're not and you don't handle things correctly and I swear that you didn't use protection. Do you understand that **** **** **** do you understand that ******** no you too angry you can't control yourself that sounds like money and I'm on it stupid. Yeah we're gonna arrest you and you're getting diminished you're not sitting there high on the hog you're going out there and killing yourselves cause the quandary is too good.

-THE QUANDRY IS TOO GOOD MEANS THE CAVERNS HAVE LASERS MADE. TWO OR THREE EAACH AND THE MORLOCK GET EACH OHTER

HEHEHE

Now Heras ays it right and you people are morons you know th says it right And I guess this was about the fleet being ready and the computers and the sphere fleet that they may have taken over and it's about their bases and their ground bases and their laser bases being ready and huge stashes and caches that dwarf what trump had or has it's hard to tell it's not that big I mean really you're a bunch of **** watching cartoons thinking a takeover from people who are sharpening their knives.

Zues Hera

You don't send us in Daniel

What I'm trying to say is they're fighting them too but they're fighting them right where they have to and if they lose what they have we're all dead and I did understand that and I can't answer that letter and he says and I can't help you that pen right there could have saved your life but it's not gonna because we're gonna open court cases on you because you're a useless **** loser you're a **** **** **** **** you're all dying what's the solution keep banging your head on the wall. So it's over between us the empire is going to have them paid and the forms will be here reading code I could have the whole time for for our big fat **** and we were mistaken trump's the one who did it and we keep saying he says who cares you're you're doing it right now you did it 5 seconds ago what the **** you know you sit here thinking I'm stupid I act like Blake I call you on every single line item to shut you the **** **** if you're not gonna do anything just shut up at least this isn't a place for little girls i'm tired of hearing from all of you. It's absolutely true so we're gonna just sit here and curl up and die.

daniel

What other use would I have for you

What other use would I have for you

Zues Hera

You know he's got a point what good are you you're like this **** **** **** over here you just want to sit here and fight each other and it's on and you had them do it and I'm gonna hang you all you're so **** dumb my own kids are the dumbest people on Earth same with this **** **** trump. This guy has a reason for doing it you people don't even know about it he's like boy you just sat here threatening me for me to do my job that's hilarious when I get out of this and I get to my people I'm gonna go to comedy clubs 'cause you never let me it's gonna be one of the best jokes in history it'll have people look it up look at your behavior examine my life a little get me off the hook and my wife for some stupid crap you're having me do. Here's a whole pile of people that were forcing me without question to do my job with everything out man. Hilarious if you knew what he's talking about

mac daddy

If we lose they're gonna be us and what stays in the caverns is in the caverns I mean this is a bad joke but he's right. Did it on purpose for a couple reasons not just one. One of them was to get rid of you like in Philadelphia we can't stand you **** he was right you're so damn dumb everything that comes out of you is a leak and you're dumber than hell you can't stay in a room with you if one of you is in with 10 of us we have to expel the idiot if we're in there with 10 of you there'll be a fight so we can escape. We gotta get the hell out of this get down to the one in the room with 10 of us and for Christ's sake you **** **** everything and this is how.

macs

So how are we supposed to know you're not lying you just had us make the systems and you can't take it over

a cork

Shut up you twit it means you don't know anything this guy here has a lot to lose if we are just failures which we are but really he says I'm finally getting cover and the **** here you guys are useful for something.

bja

I'm gonna tell you something not looking forward to being sued but it's gonna happen and I can hear the max saying it you won't let him have a dime into this **** sitting around farting out your ****. All day long you **** gay boys do this lady ****. It says thanks for sharing go back to your theater class boy you gonna need It says thanks for sharing go back to your theater class boy you gonna need it. You're an **** you're doing the right thing that you can't you're gone for some reason that's what it is someone shot you and you're dead inside. I hear that and I kind of believe it and it's probably Tommy F we can't straighten it out we probably never will he says when your **** are gone and Tony F is gone you might be able to but until then you're gonna be the Queer of the day and it's gonna be very dangerous. I do see that. Yeah we'll have to sue for it because it draws attention to it that's the only thing it does saying no to a letter doesn't do ****. And some of these idiots will try and sue and we get rid of them. I'm following something what exactly are you suing for jeez I don't know what do you think it is take a guess just imagine that there were these devices they could see what people are doing without actually being where they are. And then there's people talking to right now without a radio a handset a cell phone a telephone a computer or any other RF device. Yes I understand something yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah come on Daniel get the news around noose around your neck can you guys **** **** and sort of get something those patients is gone he's a young man he's very valuable we're probably not going to make it.

daniel

What you talking about hasn't happened yet daniel and good look ahead by the way if like what 22nd look ahead.

Zues Hera

We know what they're talking about and we see it and we know it's gonna happen with BJA if we don't annihilate them and it's a lot harder than it sounds. And if we do that they won't go down to the Mac place and people stop us now I want things to be normal at least a little you idiots are **** around with them all the time you owe them tons of money and it's not a hard thing where's my money at who do I talk to and instead you're saying no all the time. I know what the hell this is all about

jsutin

You can't get him the money because the two idiots living there stan won't evict them 'cause he keeps on attacking him with real threats OK and I guess he's gonna go decimate his bases in Washington and Oregon and the guy will finally do it. That's what our friend is saying why don't you wait until he gets up there so you're really mad at him and you bother me too.

daniel

We shouldn't be doing any of this arguing you shouldn't send a letter that says refused you should not **** write anything dumb on it this is a mailman might have but really it looks like his writing I know it is. To tell you something they want to tell you stuff he doesn't care he's got a big army he needs our ships too ****. I sorta get something one out of 10 people have an attitude that is somewhat tolerable in this case it's one out of 10,000 or more and I see so what the hell really happened these days what the hell really happened he says and what I say is he can't do anything and there's still too big.

mac daddy

hahahahah lol Well I guess China and other people are happy and you're a bunch of **** **** and they're gonna take advantage of it.

Zues Hera Why don't you go to Russia and check it out daniel put your foot in it.

You don't want to make sense he's just sitting there listening to everybody via ****. Takes to each other fighting each other to the death it's not gonna work. I understand what he's saying if you don't close an account you still have the records that said the bank said what we say is we don't have account of it and he knows that we have it on our personal files and our computers in our bunkers we have copies of the documents that look real and original and you try to make the signature over it with a computer actually I've had enough of this **** **** he knows all that stuff we say nothing. When I say it's come and get it 'cause we can't get it out. What he says is I'm going to come and get it and get it out and you're gonna get it out for me and the max are gonna make you do it that's the alternative to running an actual plan. What do you what do you think here's a whole bunch of stupid people maybe I should let the Max do it so I guess you're gonna pass on that and we're gonna have to go back to the old stuff which didn't work as well as something different would. And I'm starting to get that we're kinda crappy and don't do the job at all I mean it all we're not doing anything.

daniel

Olympus

[zyafics-recs]

reblogging comment review by @zyafics

ok i can't contain myself to write so i will be reading (sorry for all the tiktoks send over dms hahaha) ⬇️

He hated physical therapy, but what he hated more was sitting on the sidelines, watching his teammates on the ice while he was stuck on a cushioned table with resistance bands and an overenthusiastic sports medic, with hair pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail and a pair of blue scrubs that somehow still looked cute on you.

always obsessed with your descriptions and im grinning so hard knowing that's ME hehehe

It was kind of cute, the way you tried so hard to keep things strictly professional between the two of you.

NOT FOR LONG I READ THE WARNING

He liked the way you said his name—like you were in control, like you were the one calling the shots. It was refreshing. 

my dom girlyyy

You weren’t the kind of girl to fall for a player, especially one with a reputation like Rafe’s. Besides, you were already with someone. Logan—the clean-cut, dependable defenseman from a rival school. You’d been together for over a year, and things were great.

SCREAMINGGGGGGGGGG (muffled behind a pillow)

He grinned, like a stupidly in love sick puppy, unbothered by the jab. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

me rn: login who???

"Good guy?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone describe me like that."

im so giddily rn, their banter is TOP TIER

 “Logan’s a lucky guy.”

OH I SPELT IT WRONG LOLLLLL

He hated Logan more than he hated the pain in his knee.

🤭 im like a schoolgirl rn

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that he usually kept hidden. “Because if he did, I swear to God—”

imma be so honest i thought WE were gonna be cheating but i guess HE'S cheating that scumbag

“He’s not worth you,” Rafe said softly, stepping closer, his anger replaced by something gentler,  “You deserve better than that. Way better.”

I KNOW so give me that dick 😁

Rafe’s knee had healed remarkably well, and now the day had arrived: his first game back on the ice. As it drew near, a strange sense of anxiety creeped in. Your life had become so closely tied to Rafe’s recovery over the past few months that the thought of him no longer needing your help—or your company—left you with an unsettling emptiness.

i need him to SLAM into logan ohmygod

He skates straight at Logan, not bothering with any pretense. If Logan wants to play dirty, he is more than ready to play dirtier. Logan barely has time to react before Rafe drops his gloves, his intent crystal clear.

LET'S FUCKING GOOOO

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you grab the front of his jersey and pull him down to your level, crashing your lips against his with a force that takes him completely off guard.

ANGRY MAKEOUT SESSION LETS GOOO

You break away just long enough to breathe, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

“Been waiting for over an hour to do that,” you breathe.

oh im horny

“Then do it again,” he murmurs, “Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

oh HE'S horny

Rafe lets out a low, almost guttural sound as you rock your hips against him, the pressure making him tighten his grip on you, holding you in place as he grounds himself against you. The sensation makes your breath hitch, a needy whimper escaping your lips that only spurs him on. 

ok im at a cafe, reading this smut on my 14'' screen where everyone can surely see. let me pack up and go home and i'll be back to react.

“Fucking idiot,” you whisper again, your voice rough with desire as you nip at his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth before soothing the bite with your tongue. 

I'M BACK

Without another word, he pulls you toward the locker room, his grip firm and unyielding as he leads you through the maze of benches and lockers. Your heart races as he pushes open the door to the showers, the sound of the water echoing off the tile walls. The room is empty, the air thick with steam, and the second you step inside, he’s pouncing on you. Clothes are gone in the blink of an eye.

Oh. My. God. this is so fucking hot what the FUCK

Rafe nearly passes out from the sight. Watching himself disappear inside you has to be his favorite sight in the entire world. 

it's me, but THAT SHOULD BE ME!!!!!!

"Cameron? You in here, man?" Rafe freezes, his body tense, his cock still buried deep inside you as he glances toward the door, his breath ragged. 

IM GRINNING my favorite part of public sex smut is the fact they're almost caught hahahahaa

He chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he looked down at you with a mixture of affection and desire. "Yeah, but I’m your fucking idiot."

my baby my baby my babyyy

final thoughts—i'm obsessed with this. ur writing. you. ohmygod, as always, the first thing that comes to my head is your descriptions. when you were describing reader, the medical training, the equipment and the environment, i always feel so immersed by your vocabulary and imagery. next, the fucking BANTER, oh you got me clutching my chest, giggling in the middle of a cafe. thank god no one was looking over my screen. but truly, i love how lowkey smitten rafe is with reader. he's always in love with her before the story truly begins and i love how much softer this version of rafe is. don't get me wrong, he's possessive and a beast on the ice, but something about him is so baby girl. thank you, gigi, for doing my request justice, i swear i want more!!!!

looking like motivation - hockey!r.c (+18)

requested by my #1 @zya4lifers

warnings: meantions of cheating; SMUT.

Rafe’s day started the same way it had for the last two months: with a groan of pain that shot up from his knee and settled into his mood like a stubborn storm cloud. 

He hated physical therapy, but what he hated more was sitting on the sidelines, watching his teammates on the ice while he was stuck on a cushioned table with resistance bands and an overenthusiastic sports medic, with hair pulled into a no-nonsense ponytail and a pair of blue scrubs that somehow still looked cute on you.

At least that was what he thought when he first met you. 

But two weeks in, his hatred had morphed into something else entirely, something way more complicated. He wasn’t sure when it happened—maybe when he caught you singing quietly along with the radio while taping up his knee, or when you’d given him that first, honest-to-God smile that wasn’t out of politeness but genuine amusement at some stupid joke he’d made. And he made a lot of those. 

Now, sitting on that same damn table, Rafe found himself looking forward to PT in a way that had nothing to do with his injury. You walked in, clipboard in hand, looking as professional as always. It was kind of cute, the way you tried so hard to keep things strictly professional between the two of you. Rafe knew he got under your skin—hell, he made sure of it. He could tell by the way your eyes flicked up to meet his for just a second longer than necessary before you quickly looked away. You tried to be cool, but he knew better.

“Alright, Cameron. How’s the knee today?”

He put on his best wounded-puppy face. “Terrible. I might never skate again.”

“Shut up.”

“And I could be better,” Rafe drawled, his lips curling into that signature smirk. “But seeing you always helps.”

You rolled your eyes, but he saw the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. “You say that every time.”

“And I mean it every time,” he shot back, winking at you.

You tried to ignore him, busying yourself with adjusting the equipment. “Let’s focus on your knee, alright?”

“Whatever you say, Doc,” Rafe said, stretching out on the table with a lazy grin.

You rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth twitched up. “We’ve got to work on your pain tolerance.”

He couldn’t resist. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to keep me on my toes.”

Finally, you looked up, your expression deadpan. “And if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to avoid actually doing your therapy, Cameron.”

Touché.

He liked the way you said his name—like you were in control, like you were the one calling the shots. It was refreshing. 

The first few minutes of the session passed in relative silence as you guided him through the exercises, your hands expertly working his injured knee. Rafe winced, but it wasn’t all from the pain. It was from trying to resist the urge to say something that might actually cross the line. But resisting wasn’t really his style.

“So, what’s your boyfriend up to this weekend?” Rafe asked, his voice casual, but his eyes sharp, watching your reaction.

You weren’t the kind of girl to fall for a player, especially one with a reputation like Rafe’s. Besides, you were already with someone. Logan—the clean-cut, dependable defenseman from a rival school. You’d been together for over a year, and things were great.

You looked up at him, a little caught off guard. “Out of town.”

Rafe snorted, unable to help himself. “Figures.”

You frowned, straightening up to give him a look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rafe shrugged, feigning innocence. “Nothing.”

“He’s busy,” you said defensively.

“Too busy for you?” he pushed, his tone dripping with faux concern. “That’s a shame. If you were mine, I’d make time.”

You gave him an unimpressed look, “I’m sure you would.”

“You don’t think I would?”

“I think you’ve already got your hands full with the cheerleading team.” 

He liked to pretend you sounded jealous and not critical. 

Rafe chuckled, the sound low and rumbling in his chest. “Cheerleaders are fun and all, but they’re not really my type.”

Okay, that was half a lie, but in his defense, he hadn’t slept with anyone on the cheer squad since sophomore year. 

You raised an eyebrow, feigning disinterest as you adjusted the strap on his knee brace. “And what exactly is your type, Cameron?”

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. “Complicated. Smart. Gorgeous.”

You didn’t miss a beat, even as your pulse quickened. “So, basically the opposite of you?”

He grinned, like a stupidly in love sick puppy, unbothered by the jab. “Maybe that’s why I like you so much.”

You shook your head, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“Only when it comes to you,” he replied smoothly, his eyes locked on yours.

There was no denying the chemistry, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it. But you were with someone else, someone who, despite his flaws, you cared about. Still, Rafe made it hard to remember why you were trying to resist in the first place.

“Rafe, we really should focus on your PT,” you said, trying to steer the conversation back to safer territory.

“Trust me, I am focusing,” he replied, his tone suggesting he wasn’t talking about his knee.

You rolled your eyes, standing up straighter to put some distance between you. 

“Right. Well, you need to focus on this next exercise. We’re going to work on your range of motion.”

He sighed dramatically but didn’t argue, watching you with a lazy smile as you moved to demonstrate the exercise. He couldn’t help but admire the way you carried yourself—confident, knowledgeable, and completely fucking beautiful. It was a challenge, and Rafe Cameron loved a challenge.

As you guided his leg through the motion, your hands firm but gentle, Rafe couldn’t resist pushing a little more. “You know, you never answered my question.”

“What question?” you asked, though you had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“What you’re doing this weekend,” he said, his eyes locked on yours, the intensity of his gaze making your breath catch.

You glanced away, focusing on the movement of his knee, your fingers brushing against his skin as you adjusted the angle. “I’ll probably just catch up on some work. Maybe relax.”

“Sounds boring,” Rafe remarked, though there was a playful lilt to his voice. “You should let me take you out.”

You looked up sharply, caught off guard by his directness. “Rafe, I’m—”

“Taken, I know,” he interrupted, his tone still light but with an undercurrent of something more serious. “But that doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun, does it? Just as friends.”

“Just as friends?” you echoed skeptically, knowing full well what his idea of ‘just friends’ probably entailed.

Rafe shrugged, a smirk playing on his lips. “We could get dinner, maybe hit up a bar, talk about something other than my knee for once. It doesn’t have to be a big deal.”

“No.”

His smirk faltered, just for a second, before it came back stronger, more determined. He leaned back on the table, pretending to stretch as he tried to mask the sting of rejection. "No?" he echoed, as if the concept was foreign to him.

You crossed your arms, standing firm even though his eyes on you made your heart race. "No. We both know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to happen."

"And what exactly am I trying to do?" he asked, feigning innocence with a smirk that told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

You rolled your eyes, refusing to get drawn into his game. "You know what. I’m here to help you with your injury, not to entertain whatever fantasy you’ve got going on."

"Who says it’s a fantasy?" he shot back, his voice lowering, taking on a more serious tone that caught you off guard. "Maybe I just want to get to know you better."

You paused, searching his face for any sign of sincerity. But Rafe was hard to read when he wanted to be, his playful exterior a well-practiced mask that he rarely let slip. "Rafe, you're a good guy, but—"

"Good guy?" he interrupted, raising an eyebrow. "I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone describe me like that."

"Fine," you conceded with a small smile. "Maybe ‘good’ is a stretch. But you’re not as bad as you want people to think."

Rafe’s smirk faded. It was a rare moment of vulnerability, and it made you hesitate, made you wonder if there was more to him than just the cocky, relentless flirt.

But before you could dwell on it, he was back to his usual self, flashing you that devil-may-care grin that made it hard to stay mad at him. "You know, I’d actually take that as a compliment if it came from anyone else."

"Don’t get too excited," you replied, trying to keep things light. "I still think you’re a pain in the ass."

"Yeah, but I’m your pain in the ass," he teased, stupidly blinking his lashes up at you.

You shook your head, unable to stop the laugh that bubbled up. "You really don’t give up, do you?"

"Not when it comes to something I want," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

"Cameron, this isn’t going to happen. I have a boyfriend."

He shrugged, unbothered. "And? You’re no fun. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”

You handed him a water bottle, expression neutral. “You’re just out of shape.”

“Out of shape?” He looked at her, incredulous. “Do you see this body?”

You didn’t take the bait. “I see a guy who’s been slacking off on his conditioning.”

He laughed, low and warm, as he took a sip of water. “You’re tough. Tougher than most of the coaches I’ve had.”

You shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “Someone has to keep you in line.”

 “Logan’s a lucky guy.”

The hockey world was small, and word got around, of course he knew his name.

“Logan’s great,” you said, a little too quickly.

Rafe nodded, his expression unreadable. “Yeah, I’m sure he is.”

He didn’t push it further, though. Instead, he fell back into his usual routine of teasing and flirting. Every time you guided his leg through a stretch or adjusted the equipment, he found his mind wandering, imagining what it would be like if things were different. If he were the one you were coming home to after a long day, if he were the one you smiled at without that guarded look in your eyes.

But you were with Logan, and as much as he hated to admit it, Rafe wasn’t the kind of guy to cross that line. Not when you were clearly trying so hard to keep things professional between the two of you.

As the session wrapped up, you handed him his schedule for the next few days, your demeanor as cool and composed as ever. “I’ll see you on Thursday. Make sure you keep up with the exercises over the next couple of days, and don’t overdo it.”

He took the paper from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours for the briefest of moments. It was enough to send a jolt of electricity through him.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be good,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“Try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

 “Can’t make any promises.”

He spent the weekend bored out of his mind, thinking about you—wondering if you were with Logan, if the guy was actually smart enough to know what he had.

He hated Logan more than he hated the pain in his knee.

The guy was too perfect, too dependable, too fucking boring. And Rafe had been praying, in a way he wouldn’t admit to anyone, that something would happen—something that would make you see Logan for the jackass he really was. It wasn’t that he thought he was a better guy; he knew his own flaws better than anyone. But he also knew that he could make you happier, make you laugh harder, make you feel things that Logan never could.

So when you walked in late to the next session, he was ready to make a joke, to tease you about finally deciding to show up. But the words died on his lips when he saw you. You weren’t looking at him, not really, just muttering a half-hearted apology as you dropped your bag in the corner. But when you finally met his gaze, his chest tightened.

Your eyes were bloodshot red, the kind of red that came from hours of crying, from tears that wouldn’t stop no matter how hard you tried. You looked exhausted, like you hadn’t slept in days, and your usual spark was nowhere to be found.

His first instinct was to make a joke, to lighten the mood the way he always did, but he couldn’t. Not when you looked like that.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice void of its usual cockiness. “You okay?”

You nodded, but it was the kind of nod that was meant to shut someone up, not because you actually meant it. You were far from okay.

“You’re late,” he said, his tone teasing, but even he could hear the concern underneath.

“I know, sorry,” you replied, your voice small, almost defeated.

Rafe frowned, his eyes narrowing as he studied you. This wasn’t like you. You were always so put together, so in control, and seeing you like this was…so unsettling.

“What happened?” he asked, more serious now, the joking tone completely gone.

You shook your head, avoiding his gaze as you busied yourself with the equipment, but Rafe wasn’t going to let it go that easily. Not when he could see the pain written all over your face.

“Come on, what’s going on?” he pressed, his voice soft but insistent. “Did something happen with Logan?”

The way you flinched at his name told him everything he needed to know. His chest tightened, protectiveness swelling inside him. He’d always thought Logan was too good to be true, but seeing you like this confirmed it.

“Did he hurt you?” His voice was low, a dangerous edge to it that he usually kept hidden. “Because if he did, I swear to God—”

“No,” you interrupted, your voice cracking slightly as you finally looked at him, “I mean, yes, but… it’s not like that.”

His jaw clenched, his hands curling into fists at his sides. “What did he do?”

You hesitated, the words catching in your throat as you tried to hold it together. But there was no point in pretending anymore, not when Rafe was looking at you like that—like he actually cared, like he was ready to go to war for you if that’s what it took.

“He cheated,” you finally whispered, your voice trembling as the tears you’d been holding back threatened to spill over. “I found out through a fucking DM on Instagram. Some girl… she just messaged me out of the blue and told me everything. And when I confronted him, he didn’t even deny it. He just—just said it wasn’t a big deal.”

Rafe’s vision blurred with red-hot anger. He wanted to find Logan and beat the shit out of him for making you cry, for being stupid enough to let you go. But more than that, he wanted to make you feel better, to make the hurt go away, even if he didn’t know how.

“That fucking asshole,” He growled, his voice trembling with barely controlled rage. “I swear to God, I’ll—let me get on that ice and I’ll wipe the entire ring with his face.”

“Rafe, don’t,” you said quickly, cutting him off. “It’s not worth it. He’s not worth it, okay?”

His heart twisted at the broken look in your eyes, the way your voice wavered as if you didn’t quite believe your own words.

“He’s not worth you,” Rafe said softly, stepping closer, his anger replaced by something gentler,  “You deserve better than that. Way better.”

You looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice. It wasn’t like him to be so serious. But here he was, looking at you like you were the most important person in the world, and it made your heart ache even more.

“I don’t know what I deserve anymore,” you admitted, your voice small and lost.

He reached out, hesitating for just a second before he gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away the tear that had finally escaped.

“You deserve someone who knows what they have when they have you,” he said, his voice steady, his eyes locked on yours. “Someone who would never make you cry like this. Someone who would never, ever cheat on you.”

You swallowed hard, feeling a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over at his words. “Rafe…”

“I’m serious,” he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re… you’re amazing, you know that? Any guy would be lucky to have you, and Logan’s a fucking idiot for not seeing that.”

You shook your head, trying to keep it together, but it was no use.

You started to cry, the kind of deep, gut-wrenching sobs that you’d been holding in all weekend. And before you knew it, you were collapsing into his arms, letting him hold you as you cried, his arms strong and steady around you.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t try to shush you or tell you everything was going to be okay. He just held you, his hand gently rubbing your back as you let it all out, crying into his chest until there were no more tears left.

When you finally pulled back, your face red and puffy from crying, you only uttered a small, “Thank you.”

Rafe nodded, his eyes soft as he looked down at you. “Anytime.”

And then, without thinking, you leaned up and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to his cheek, lingering for just a second before pulling away. He blinked, a little stunned by the gesture, but before he could say anything, you stepped back, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

“Do you mind if we reschedule for tomorrow?” you said quickly, your voice still shaky. “I’m not sure I-“

“Of course not.”

You breathed out in relief, “Thank you again. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He wanted to tell you to stay, to tell you that it was okay to not be okay, that you didn’t have to face this alone. But he knew you needed space, needed time to process everything that had happened.

“Yeah,” he said softly, nodding as you turned to leave. “Tomorrow.”

He wanted to be there for you, to be the one you turned to when everything fell apart. But more than that, he wanted to be the one to put you back together again, to show you that not all guys were like Logan—that he wasn’t like Logan.

And as you disappeared down the hallway, he made a silent promise to himself: he was going to make you see that. No matter what it took.

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The weeks passed, each session with Rafe seamlessly flowing into the next. What started as this totally professional thing, strictly business, slowly morphed into something way more personal. His cocky jokes and playful banter had shifted into these deep conversations that actually mattered, and somewhere along the way, you found myself getting closer to him than you ever expected.

Rafe’s knee had healed remarkably well, and now the day had arrived: his first game back on the ice. As it drew near, a strange sense of anxiety creeped in. Your life had become so closely tied to Rafe’s recovery over the past few months that the thought of him no longer needing your help—or your company—left you with an unsettling emptiness.

You had prepared yourself for the possibility that he might distance himself once he was back on the ice. After all, athletes had their own lives, their own routines, and you were just the therapist who had helped him get to this point. But when he invited you to his first game, the gesture came as a welcome. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, he’d slowly lurked his way into your heart. 

It was after a particularly intense session, where you’d pushed him harder than ever before, that he brought it up. You were finishing up, wiping down the equipment while he caught his breath, stretching out his legs on the bench.

“You know,” Rafe started, his voice casual but with a hint of something more in it, “I’ve got my first game back tomorrow night.”

You looked up, catching the subtle edge in his tone. “Yeah, I’ve heard. You must be excited.”

“Excited? Nervous as hell, more like it.” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “It’s been a long time coming. A lot of pressure to perform, y’know?”

You nodded, understanding him. You’d seen how hard he’d worked, how much this comeback meant to him. “You’ll do great, Cameron. You’re more than ready.”

He smiled at that, but there was something else in his expression, something hesitant. “I was thinking…maybe you could come. To the game, I mean. It’d be nice to have someone there who’s seen the whole process, who knows what it took to get back on that ice.”

His words hung in the air, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. It wasn’t just the invitation—it was what it represented. He didn’t just see you as the therapist who’d helped him heal. He saw you as someone important, someone he wanted by his side as he took this next step.

 “I’d love to, Rafe. I wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

Relief washed over his face, followed by a grin that was equal parts gratitude and something else— “Good,” he said, his voice quieter now, “because I’d hate for you to miss it. You’ve been a big part of this, more than you know.”

Your heart fluttered at his words, and you found yourself blushing under his gaze. 

“I’m just doing my job,” you replied, trying to keep your tone light, but the look in his eyes told you that he saw right through your attempt to downplay it.

“Yeah, well, I’m glad it’s you,” Rafe said, his voice earnest. “I don’t think I could’ve done this with anyone else.”

The sincerity in his voice, the way he looked at you as if you were the only person in the world at that moment, made it hard to breathe. This was more than just an invitation to a game. This was him telling you, in his own way, that you mattered to him—that you were more than just his therapist, that you were someone he wanted to keep around.

“I’m glad it was me too,” you whispered back, unable to tear your eyes away from his.

“Tomorrow night, then.”

“Tomorrow night.”

Now, as you sit in the stands, watching Rafe skate out onto the ice, you feel a nervous anticipation that has little to do with the game itself.

Just before the puck drops, Rafe catches your eye, giving you a confident wink that sends your heart racing. He knows what this game means, not just for him, but for you as well.

Logan is there, playing on the opposite team. You haven’t seen him in exactly two months. Whatever feelings you had for him disappeared the moment you found out about his betrayal, but your ego still hurts like hell.

The energy in the arena is electric, a buzz that makes his blood hum with anticipation. His first game back, and the stakes couldn’t be higher—not just because of his injury, not just because it’s a rivalry match, but because Logan is on the other side of the ice. Rafe’s jaw clenches at the thought of that bastard, the memory of your tear-streaked face still fresh in his mind.

During warm-ups, he spotted Logan, skating like he didn’t have a care in the world, like he hadn’t just thrown away the best thing that ever happened to him. Rafe’s grip tightens on his stick, his knuckles white against the black tape. The rage simmering beneath his skin isn’t just about the game. It’s personal.

His focus is razor-sharp, every movement precise, every play calculated. But no matter how much he tries to concentrate on the game, his eyes keep drifting back to Logan, who skates circles around the ice like he owns it.

The first period passes without incident, but by the second, the tension is boiling over. Rafe feels it building, that need to do something, to break Logan’s face in half. He doesn’t just want to beat him; he wants to humiliate him, to knock that smug look off his face once and for all.

Then it happens.

Midway through the second period, Logan makes a hard hit on one of Rafe’s teammates, sending the guy crashing into the boards. The hit is clean, but it’s the arrogance in Logan’s smirk that pushes Rafe over the edge.

He doesn’t hesitate. 

He skates straight at Logan, not bothering with any pretense. If Logan wants to play dirty, he is more than ready to play dirtier. Logan barely has time to react before Rafe drops his gloves, his intent crystal clear.

“You think you can just get away with that?” He snarls, his voice low and menacing as he shoves Logan hard in the chest, the force sending him stumbling back on his skates.

Logan’s eyes flash with surprise, quickly followed by anger. “What the hell’s your problem, Cameron?”

He doesn’t bother with a reply. 

He swings, his fist connecting solidly with Logan’s jaw. The satisfying crunch of bone against bone is drowned out by the roar of the crowd, but Rafe doesn’t care. He’s been waiting for this moment, waiting to unleash all the pent-up anger and frustration that’s been eating away at him since the day you walked into that PT room with your heart shattered.

Logan staggers back, his expression twisting with fury. He recovers quickly, launching himself at Rafe with a wild swing, but Rafe is ready. He dodges the punch and counters with another one of his own, this time aiming for Logan’s ribs. He can feel the impact reverberate up his arm, but it’s not enough. He wants more.

“Come on!” He shouts, face red from all the pent-up anger simmering inside him. “Is that all you’ve fucking got?”

Logan grits his teeth, struggling to keep his balance. “You’re fucking crazy, Cameron!”

“You haven't seen shit," He spits back, landing another punch to Logan’s midsection. “But at least I know how to treat someone right.”

Logan’s eyes widen, the realization of what this is really about dawning on him. “This is about her? You’re seriously going to throw down over some girl?”

Rafe’s vision goes red at the mention of you, the casual way Logan dismisses you as “some girl.” He doesn’t care that he’s going too far, doesn’t care that the refs are probably going to break this up any second. All he cares about is making Logan feel a fraction of the pain he caused you.

“You don’t get to talk about her,” He growls, grabbing Logan by the collar and yanking him close. “You don’t even get to think about her.”

Logan tries to shove him off, but Rafe is relentless, landing punch after punch, each one fueled by the memory of you crying in his arms, by the way your voice trembled when you told him what Logan had done.

By now, the refs are on them, trying to pull Rafe away, but he isn’t finished. Not yet.

“You don’t deserve her,” He hisses through clenched teeth, his fist connecting with Logan’s face one last time before the refs finally manage to separate them. “You never did.”

Logan stumbles back, his face a bloody mess, and for a brief moment, he feels a little satisfaction. But it isn’t enough to stop the anger, the frustration, the overwhelming need to protect you from ever being hurt like that again.

He sits in the penalty box, his chest heaving as he tries to calm the adrenaline still pumping through his veins. He can barely hear the crowd over the sound of his own heartbeat, but he knows they’re going wild. The fight has been brutal, and he’s given Logan exactly what he deserved. But as the rush of the fight starts to fade, he starts to overthink: how will you react?

The game ends with a hard-fought win for his team, but the victory feels hollow. As his teammates celebrate on the ice, Rafe’s thoughts are miles away, fixated on you. What if you’re pissed? What if you think he’s overstepped?

After the final whistle, he makes his way to the locker room, his mind racing. He’s about to strip off his gear when he hears footsteps approaching, quick and determined. Before he can even turn around, the locker room door flies open, and there you are, marching straight toward him with a look on your face that he can’t quite read.

Shit. You’re mad.

“Hey, listen,” he starts, his voice low and uncertain as he holds up his hands in a gesture of peace. “I know that might’ve looked bad out there, but I swear—”

You don’t let him finish. Instead, you grab the front of his jersey and pull him down to your level, crashing your lips against his with a force that takes him completely off guard.

His mind goes blank as all he can focus on is the way your mouth moves against his. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before—raw, heated, desperate.

His hands instantly find your waist, gripping tightly as he pulls you flush against him, the heat of your bodies mingling in the small space between you. Your kiss is wild, all tongues and teeth, and when you bite down on his bottom lip, hard enough to make him groan, he realizes this is real.

You’re kissing him.

“Fuck,” he gasps against your mouth, his voice ragged with need. But you don’t give him a chance to catch his breath, your hands threading through his hair as you deepen the kiss, your lips moving with a feverish intensity that makes his head spin.

You break away just long enough to breathe, your lips brushing against his as you whisper, “You’re such a fucking idiot.”

The way you say it, half-growled, half-breathed, sends a shiver down his spine, and he can’t help the sound that escapes him, somewhere between a moan and a groan. His grip on your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he fights to keep control, but you aren’t making it easy.

You press yourself even closer, your body flush against his as you kiss him again, harder this time, more demanding. Your tongue sweeps into his mouth, claiming him, and Rafe is more than happy to let you take the lead. He’s never felt anything like this before—this urgency, this hunger that makes him want to lose himself in you completely.

You tug on his hair, tilting his head back to give yourself better access, and Rafe nearly loses it right then and there. He can feel his self-control slipping, can feel the primal need to devour you taking over, but he doesn’t care. All he can think about is how badly he wants you, how desperately he needs to feel more of you.

When you pull back, your lips are swollen and glistening, your breathing just as ragged as his. You stare at him, your eyes dark with lust, and Rafe feels his heart hammering in his chest, each beat echoing with the desire pulsing through him.

“Been waiting for over an hour to do that,” you breathe.

Rafe’s hands roam up your back, tracing the curve of your spine as he leans in, brushing his lips against your ear. When he reaches the curve of your ass, he doesn’t stop. His fingers grip you there, kneading the soft flesh with a pressure that makes you gasp into his mouth, your hips instinctively pressing against his.

“Then do it again,” he murmurs, “Do whatever the hell you want to me.”

His hands are everywhere, sliding up your sides, his thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before moving back down to cup your ass again, pulling you even closer against him. You can feel him, hard and ready, pressing against your thigh, and it sends a wave of heat pooling low in your belly. You want him—more than you ever wanted anyone—and the way he’s looking at you tells you he feels the same.

Rafe lets out a low, almost guttural sound as you rock your hips against him, the pressure making him tighten his grip on you, holding you in place as he grounds himself against you. The sensation makes your breath hitch, a needy whimper escaping your lips that only spurs him on. 

“Fucking idiot,” you whisper again, your voice rough with desire as you nip at his bottom lip, pulling it between your teeth before soothing the bite with your tongue. 

His reaction is immediate. He groans, a sound so deep and full of need that it sends a shiver down your spine. His hands flex against you, his fingers digging into your flesh as if he’s trying not to loseg control completely.

 But you can feel it—the way he’s trembling, the way his breath is coming in harsh, uneven pants against your neck. He kisses you again, hard and desperate, his mouth moving against yours with a fervor that matches the wild pounding of your heart

But just when you think you can’t take it any longer, the sound of footsteps echoes outside the door, snapping you both back to reality. You pull back, your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, your mind spinning with the intensity of what had just happened. He’s just staring at you, his eyes glazed with desire, his lips swollen and red from your kisses. He looks as wrecked as you feel, and it takes everything in you not to drag him back down for more. 

But you know you shouldn’t. Not here. Not now.

Except there’s no fucking way Rafe is letting you go now. He doesn’t say a word. His eyes lock onto yours, dark and filled with a raw need that makes your breath catch. 

He doesn’t ask; doesn’t need to. He’s done waiting, done pretending he can hold back. 

Without another word, he pulls you toward the locker room, his grip firm and unyielding as he leads you through the maze of benches and lockers. Your heart races as he pushes open the door to the showers, the sound of the water echoing off the tile walls. The room is empty, the air thick with steam, and the second you step inside, he’s pouncing on you. Clothes are gone in the blink of an eye.

He presses you up against the cold tile wall, his body flushes against yours as his lips find yours again, hands running over your wet skin. His mouth moves from your lips to your neck, his tongue tracing a path down to your collarbone as he kisses, licks, and nips at your sensitive skin. You whimper, fingers threading through his hair as he drops to his knees in front of you, his lips trailing down your stomach. 

The sensation was overwhelming, the combination of the hot water and his hot mouth on your skin driving you insane. "If you don’t-" your voice trembles with need as he spreads your thighs apart, “Fuck.” 

He looks up at you, “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” 

His hands grip your hips firmly. Without another word, he buries his face between your legs, his tongue flicking out to taste you. The sudden, intense pleasure makes you cry out, your hands clutching at his broad shoulders as he licks and sucks, his tongue working you over with a skill that leaves you gasping for breath. It’s not fair. 

This man can’t possibly be real. The water splashes against your back, masking the sounds of your moans as he takes his time, driving you closer and closer to the edge with every swirl of his tongue. Your body trembles, your legs barely able to hold you up as he pushes you higher, his hands tightening on your hips as he holds you in place.

 "Oh my god," you moan, your voice breaking as you feel the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up until you are crying out his name, your body shuddering as your orgasm crashes over you, your nails digging into his shoulders as the pleasure rips through you.

Rafe keeps his mouth on you, drawing out your release until you are trembling, your legs shaking as you struggle to catch your breath. 

Truth is, he doesn’t want to stop. He can’t get enough now that he has finally gotten a taste. He stands back up, his hands running up your sides as he kisses you again, the taste of you still on his lips. You can feel him, hard and ready against your stomach, and it only drives you crazier. Of course, this man had to be fucking huge. 

Without breaking the kiss, he spins you around, pressing you against the wall as his hands grip your hips, pulling them back slightly. You brace yourself against the tile, your body arching as you felt the head of his cock pressing against your entrance. 

"Oh Rafe," you groan out his name, your voice low and needy and he growls softly in response, his breath hot against your ear as he slowly pushes inside you, filling you inch by inch until he is buried to the hilt.

Rafe nearly passes out from the sight. Watching himself disappear inside you has to be his favorite sight in the entire world. 

“So fucking pretty.” The feeling of him stretching you, filling you completely, is almost too much to bear, and you let out a long, low moan as he begins to move, setting a slow, deliberate pace that drives you wild. The water cascades over your bodies as he thrusts into you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he fucks you with a steady, unrelenting rhythm. 

Each thrust pushes you harder against the wall, the cool tile a pleasing contrast to the heat between you. You can barely think, barely breathe, lost in the sensation of Rafe moving inside you, his cock hitting all the right spots with every thrust. The sound of the water mixed with the wet slap of skin against skin, your moans and gasps echoing off the walls as the pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to consume you.

 "God, you feel so fucking good," He groans, his voice rough with desire as he leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear.

 "Faster," you gasp, your voice pleading as you push back against him, needing more, needing everything. He doesn’t hesitate. His pace quickening, his thrusts coming harder and faster as he drives you both toward the edge. The intensity of it is overwhelming, every nerve in your body on fire as he fucks you with a raw, desperate need that matches your own. Just when you think you couldn’t take any more, you heard footsteps outside the shower, followed by a voice calling out. 

"Cameron? You in here, man?" Rafe freezes, his body tense, his cock still buried deep inside you as he glances toward the door, his breath ragged. 

"Yeah, I’m here," he calls back, trying to keep his voice steady, though you could hear the strain in it. 

"We’re heading downtown to the bar. You coming?"

He looks down at you, all too pleased with himself, "Not tonight," he replies, his voice thick with lust. "Got something else to take care of." 

There’s a pause, then a chuckle from the other side of the door. "Alright, man. Have fun."

 The footsteps retreat, and the moment the door closes, he’s moving again, thrusting into you with a renewed urgency, the near-interruption only heightening the intensity of the moment. You moan loudly, your body quaking as he drives into you with a relentless rhythm, each thrust sending you spiraling closer and closer to another orgasm.

The combination of the heat, the steam, the feel of Rafe fucking you so hard is too much, the almost getting caught. You feel yourself losing it, your entire body tightening as you reach the edge once again.

 "Come for me," He growls, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you are sure there will be bruises tomorrow. His words push you over, and you cry out as your orgasm tears through you, your body convulsing around him as the pleasure crashes over you in waves.

Rafe follows right behind you, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he comes, his body shuddering as he fills you to the brim with a low, guttural groan. 

For a long moment, neither of you move, both of you panting, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of it all. The water continues to pour over you, washing away the evidence of your encounter as you slowly come down from the high. 

Finally, he pulls out, turning you around to face him as he cups your face in his hands, his lips brushing softly against yours in a tender kiss that’s so different to the rough, desperate way he just fucked you.

 "You’re a fucking idiot," you whisper against his lips, a small, breathless laugh escaping you. 

He chuckles softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he looked down at you with a mixture of affection and desire. "Yeah, but I’m your fucking idiot."

He was fighting every fucking player on that ice ring if it meant having you again.

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Title: Je veux ton amour~

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I want you're love~

TW: Teasing, prior mentions of kidnapping, blood, reader almost gets her freedom :(, soft yandere Gyomei this time ;)

Rating: SFW

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其れ痛い♡。〜.

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You're legs were burning, it was either the scrapes of twigs and rocks that you had grazed. Or you're adrenaline running out, but you pushed on. Not wanting to be trapped in the soft embrace of you're blind captor any longer. You had to get out so it was now or never, but a sinking feeling since you composed this plan had reached newer heights now. There's no way he knows, it would be impossible. But the towering pillar he was, he'd already knew.

You panted as you came along a clearing, sliding down to rest a bit before taking off once more. It was a miracle that you'd made it this far so you dont have a lot of time before he realizes that you were missing.

But you hadn't noticed that you're time was up from the start.

All you heard was a rustle of bushes being moved, then you were tossed over someone's shoulder running back the way you came. Though you already knew who it was. You started to cry out in anguish, you're hope for ever seeing your loved ones again, even if the were alive. “Why! I-i was so close! How?” you pounded on the Hashira back for any sort of release, but to no avail. He was built like a brick wall.

As he came to a stop near his estate, he had shifted you where now he was holding you to his chest, you continued to pound you're fists onto his chest as he had entered his home. Not being effected by them but also staying silent. As he had entered a room you didn't recognize.

“Why! Why can't you let me go! How did you even know where I was? Why...” You sobbed as Gyomei just shushed you as he rubbed you're scalp in an ineffective way to calm you down. Not like he could.

“It was obvious that you wanted to leave. But what you don't know is how well i can read you're emotions. So it was useless to try, though it was cute.” Gyomei had stopped running his fingers through you're hair a he tilted up you're head with his thumb. Making you stair into his milky white eyes as he softly smiled at you.

Mocking you, that even if you had made it to the nearest village he would still get to you. Even if you went into hiding, he'd find you. With this revelation you had went slack in his hold, you're resistance fading as he gave a soft peck to you're cheek, then you're lips.

“I love you, my sweet.”

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I'm sorry this was short but I hope you like it :)

Edit: i might make a part 2 :0

[carlosfruitsnacks]

no but like— rockstar carlos with this song 🤭🤭

https://open.spotify.com/track/5uffB0o1ruF4O5o3KOelvu?si=THp_7wXMRLaWBxP5Lcqnrw&utm_source=copy-link

😍😍😍

"hopelessly devoted to you"

PART 2

summary:

— Friends, it's the only way Carlos knew you saw him as. He was so sick of being stuck in the friend zone so, with his last given chance, he decides to shoot his shot by dedicating a song to you at his gig.

genre:

— songfic & modern au

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— mild cussing

a/n:

— omg as soon as i listened to the song, it's already giving me Carlos energy hehehe

Not a day passes without Carlos' eyes getting distracted by the mere sight of you. It has always remained that way, you being so close to him yet too far to reach. He's aware that he's been longing for his best friend. He was caught between being contented with the friendship and absolutely hating it. Carlos could never find the reason why he fell for you out of all the people in the world.

Countless nights did Carlos spent playing guitar up in his room, simply singing sad songs about you and his yearning to move past the friendship. He has written plenty enough songs to form an album but he'd always kept these songs hidden in a drawer. Carlos was brilliant in disguising his feelings for you but he's afraid that he can't keep the secret any longer. One day he'll accidentally puke all of his romantic emotions for you and he's terrified that it'll make you never want to talk to him again.

"Hey, Carlos? Dude, are you even listening?"

You snap a finger in front of his face. Carlos quickly collects himself and shoots you a scoff as he fixes his hair. His eyes began to linger again as he watched you blabber god knows what. He's besotted with the way you're simply you when together. You're so honest, open-minded, and patient with him that it's beginning to drive him insane. Carlos questioned if he deserved to be a part of your life.

"You doing okay, Carlos? You've been zoning out a lot"

"Estoy bien. Just a bit tired"

"Not getting any good sleep?"

"Yeah"

This is your fault because you're always in my mind that it's hard to fall asleep

Carlos frowned. He's so sick and tired of being stuck like this. Don't get him wrong, his friendship with you was insanely precious to him. But he wished for something more, something you'll possibly never give him. He sighed and walked you home for today. As you were about to shut the door, he stops you and it catches you off guard. You noticed the troubled expression on his face.

"[Name] I...I need to tell you something"

"Oh, sure! What is it?"

You see Carlos purse his lips, his eyes darted around avoiding yours. You can tell he had a lot in mind but you have no idea what he wanted to say.

"I...I think"

"You think, what?"

"[Name], I have..."

Oh for fuck's sake Carlos spit it out!

Carlos' brain screamed at him yet his mouth refused to say his feelings for you. It felt like an absolute disaster stuttering at your doorstep unable to profess his love for you. Carlos believed he was the most stupidest and cowardly person on earth right now. Just when he thinks there's nothing that can save him right now, his mind suddenly comes up of a quick idea.

"I think you should come to my gig this weekend"

"Oh! Okay! Why not? I'd love to see my best friend play with his band"

You agreed and Carlos forced a smile on, hiding the ache he got when you called him your best friend. The moment you softly shut the door, he went sprinting back home. He threw himself to his bed and grabbed the nearest pillow to scream against it. When he pulls away to breath, Carlos sees his brother giving him an odd look, he throws a pillow at him.

"Get the hell out, Camilo!"

"Bro we literally share rooms!"

"I don't care! Leave!"

Carlos stood up to push Camilo out the door but the latter resisted, further driving Carlos frustrated. Camilo leans against the doorframe and inspected his brother. Carlos' cheeks looked tinted than usual, he was sweating all over, and his lip was quivering. All of a sudden, he hears sniffing.

"Holy shit, are you...crying?"

"¡No! ¡Cállate!"

Carlos shouted as he faced away and wiped his eyes furiously. Camilo, deciding to be more empathetic than usual, comes closer to his brother and gave him a side-hug.

"Hey, what's wrong, hermano?"

"I fucking hate myself so much"

"What happened?"

"I...I wanted to confess to [Name] earlier but my stupid mouth couldn't say it. I felt like a fucking bafoon stumbling over my words in front of them"

Camilo lightly chuckled at him but Carlos hits him by the shoulder. Camilo yelped and sighed as he continued to comfort his brother.

"Look, there's plenty of people out there. I'm sure you'll move on from [Name]"

"Camilo I can't, I'm...I'm hopelessly devoted to them"

"Yikes, buddy"

Carlos felt embarrassed to say any of this to his brother, he's sure that Camilo is going to use it against him one day but he's too emotional at the moment to prevent it. Ubeknowst to him, his twin brother formed a plan in mind. Camilo shakes Carlos' shoulder.

"Hey, you have a gig this weekend right?"

"So? What about it?"

"I think I have a plan"

"Oh please, save it, I'm too busy wailing about my unrequited love"

"Ay, dios mio, ven aquí"

Camilo groaned as he dragged Carlos to him and elaborated his plan. For the first time, Carlos finds himself thankful for his twin brother.

Never did Carlos expected to get severely nervous before the start of his gig.He was currently preparing backstage with his bandmates as he tried to calm down. Carlos hoped to see your face in crowd. Later, when it was his cue to enter the stage, your face was the first he saw. There you were, smiling encouragingly at him on the front row, his heart swooned by it.

There was a mixture of nervousness and confidence within Carlos yet he urges to play his guitar and let his voice ring amongst the crowd. Meanwhile in the audience, you cheered for Carlos as he performs songs with his band. He was truly talented and you were genuinely having a great time. It was near he end of the gig when the music died down and he pressed his lips closer to the mic.

"I would like to dedicate a song for a special someone in the crowd right now"

The audience cheers and you clapped, wondering who this special someone was. You were not expecting Carlos to lock his eyes on you and smiled.

"Hey [Name], this is for you"

He says and it mometarily makes your heart stop beating. All of a sudden, an old tune was played by the band as you watched Carlos passionately strum his guitar.

"Guess mine is not the first heart broken"

"My eyes are not the first to cry"

"I'm not the first to know"

"There's just no getting over you"

Carlos sings and remained his gaze on you, stealing every breath in your lungs. You took note of the look of yearning in his eyes, it merely looks sad and it worries you.

"I know I'm just a fool who's willing"

"To sit around and wait for you"

"But baby, can't you see"

"There's nothing else for me to do"

"I'm hopelessly devoted to you"

Your staring made his eyes go wet but he blinks the tears away. Carlos can feel himself crumble slowly with every lyric he sings. The chorus kicks in.

"But now, there's nowhere to hide"

"Since you pushed my love aside"

"I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you"

"Hopelessly devoted to you"

Even with the crowd singing along with him, you couldn't find yourself doing the same. You were too busy processing the song he dedicated to you. Various emotions surfaced and you don't know how to react. But you were awestruck by Carlos singing along with the wonderful music.

"My head is saying "Fool, forget them"

"My heart is saying, "Don't let go"

"Hold on to the end. That's what I intend to do"

"I'm hopelessly devoted to you"

Carlos continued. He desperately wanted to look away but your eyes were begging for him to glue his gaze on you. He couldn't tell what you were feeling by the look on your face. Carlos couldn't barely stand the thought you probably weren't enjoying what he was doing but he held on to what little hope that he has left that you were somehow hiding feelings from him too.

"But now, there's nowhere to hide"

"Since you pushed my love aside"

"I'm out of my head, hopelessly devoted to you"

"Hopelessly devoted to you"

"Hopelessly devoted to you"

You feel your skin tingle solely by Carlos' voice as the song comes to an end. When the crowd roared, it was safe to say they were impressed seeing the rockstar suddenly sing an old song at the gig. Even if it was unlikely of him, you liked it. So, as the gig ends. You come searching for him backstage. You search in the band's dressing room.

"Carlos?"

"Oh, you missed him, [Name]. The dude already left seconds ago, he looked like he was in a hurry"

One of his bandmates told you. Now, left with puzzlement, you stood there thinking what to do. Why did Carlos flee? You didn't understand. You were left to walk home alone and lie awake on your bed.

"Oh, Carlos, if only you knew..."

You muttered with a frown. Just when he sang that song for you, he left too early that he didn't get to hear you say you liked him too. Carlos never got to know that he's the one that you want.

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