#OK LETS PLAY????????? OHMYGOD

[saetiate]

OHMYGOD YOU FLIPPED THE EVIL THOUGHTS BACK AROUND

heyyy fuji thinking about your drabble where sae calls you his little menace. and then also thinking about when you work out w caleb and you tap him he calls you his little distraction. don’t know where i was going w this but i am Thinking :>

oh evil evil cora oh i am also THINKING now

"thought you said," caleb grunts, arms tensing as he does another push up, "you wanted to work out with me, kiddo."

"i am working out," you say, placing your palm flat on his chest. his white tank top is slightly damp with sweat, and his dog tags threaten to slide from around his neck to hit you in the face, but you don't move from where you're lying beneath him. caleb's biceps flex. "i'm working out exactly how long it takes for you to give in."

caleb does another push up. his face comes teasingly close to yours, breaths fanning across your lips as he angles his head towards you. he hovers there for a moment, strain barely noticeable in the hard line of his easygoing grin.

"give in? is this another game?"

"only if you want it to be," you say cheerfully, but your eyes are trained on his lips.

caleb pushes himself back up and his dog tags slide around, dangling enticingly in your face. before he can do another push up, you reach for the metal, fingers gliding along the imprint of letters. his breath catches in his throat.

"come on, nii-chan," you tilt your head. "don't you wanna play with me?"

your teeth snap along the edge of his dog tags and caleb hums. his purple eyes have darkened into twilight. the air is charged with heat.

caleb lowers himself carefully, hips pinning you in place as the telltale quiver of atmosphere adjusting to his evol fills the space around you. it's pointless to try, but you test your hands against the pressure anyway as he uses his evol to bring your arms above your head.

"all right, my little distraction," caleb says quietly, "let's play."

[verstappen-cult]

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL | CL16

— 03. THE DRAMA

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summary: in which charles has an embarrassing crush on alex's childhood best friend and everyone meddles. content warnings: faceclaim is taylor hill but you can picture her as you’d like! some cursing and a tiny bit of angst because why not. time jump of a month approx.

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yourusername i kinda like it here. ⛳️

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user66 uh excuse me? the second slide???

user67 IS THAT CHARLES ???? user68 I THINK SO

alex_albon i feel betrayed.

yourusername stop being so dramatic

user69 my parents are together i still can’t believe it

user70 oh my god okay it’s happening

user71 everybody stay calm OH MY GOD user72 are they together? user71 girl go on twitter and see

landonorris let’s play and see who’s better

yourusername me ofc

charles_leclerc ❤️

user73 relationship goals

user74 lol we don’t even know if they’re dating user75 they kissed in front of thousand of people AND on live tv what are you talking about

user76 he’s too good for her

user77 who is she anyway. user78 stop being so childish, he’s never gonna date u

user79 who wouldn’t want to date her i mean just look at her

user80 all these people saying charles is too good for her like ??? SHE’S too good for him

user81 she will get bored in a few days mark my words

danielricciardo Ok but who won?

charles_leclerc i won! yourusername charlie don’t lie maxverstappen1 I don’t believe anything he says ever since I won fair and square playing FIFA and he threw the controller at me. landonorris he did that to you too? pierregasly that’s nothing. he threw a padel racket at my head, i still don’t remember anything from that day. charles_leclerc ffs shut up yourusername leave him alone you bullies

user82 i love how all the drivers are calling charles out lol

Y/N’S iMESSAGE

“that’s not how you make pasta!” you’re dying with laughter at seeing charles trying to cook.

“i asked you if i could cook!” charles can’t help but join you in your laughter, leaving the burned pasta aside.

“because you said you knew how to!”

“you better not believe anything i say.” he takes a sip of wine. the one he brought alongside the beautiful flowers that are now adorning your terrace.

“not even when you say how much you like me?” you pout, looking at him beneath your eyelashes.

charles walks the short distance to where you are sitting in the kitchen counter and you happily make room for him between your legs, arms finding your waist in no time.

“you should a hundred percent believe that.”

“mh i don’t know,” you tease, playing with his soft hair. god, you love his hair so much. “i think you should show me.”

“oh i’m definitely going to do that.”

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user83 that’s one hell of a bouquet

user84 charles knows what he’s doing

gigihadid Can’t wait to see you this weekend!

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user85 i wanna be her so bad :(

user86 If it weren’t for Charles nobody would know who she is. He put her on the map.

user87 this is a grown ass man by the way user 88 i swear to god men are so in love with charles is getting kinda scary

carmenmmundt What a beautiful picture 💛

user89 tired of her comment section being all about charles

user90 fr like they forget she’s her own person user91 I just know she doesn’t like this at all, she’s always speak up about these kind of things user92 if this were to happen the other way around everyone would be insulting her

user93 CHARLES IS WITH HER RN OHMYGOD

user94 what are you taking about user93 LOOK AT CHARLES STORIES HE LITERALLY JUST POSTED THE PICTURES user95 if it wasn’t for the close up of the flowers we wouldn’t even know they’re together user96 he def did it on purpose

user97 the boys, the girls, the gays, they all like Y/N

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ALEX’S iMESAGGE

TAGLIST (bold means i couldn’t tag you) — @leclerc16s. @willowpains. @berrnuu. @minkyungseokie. @1655clean. @sassyheroneckgiant. @scott-mccall-could-lift-mjolnir. @nessacarty1. @a1leexxa. @storminacloud. @lovstappen. @littlehoneyfreak. @paintedbypoetry. @thatoneembarrasingmoment.

note: hiii besties, take this as an early new years present! this was supposed to be posted after dec 31st but couldn’t leave it in the drafts. there is at least one or two more chapters, so if you still wanna be added to the taglist let me know! <3

[finniestoncrane]

Can I request something a little (a lot) nsfw? I wanna give arkham eddie a very messy handjob. Just on my knees for him only giving him a handy. - 🌧 I feel like I'm sinning so bad requesting this

Arkham!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 750 anon i am kissing you directly on the mouth this is PERFECT are you shitting my dick??? what a perfect boy to receive a sloppy, messy handjob!! 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: handjobs, saliva, cum, spitting, swallowing, cum play, begging

You could feel the grit on the floor through the fabric of your pants, knees taking the brunt of it as you knelt before him, staring up at Eddie with wide eyes, heart fluttering as his own gaze met yours.

With trembling fingers, you reached up to unbuckle one of his belts, then the other, letting your digits run down the fabric at the front of his slender thighs before gripping it gently, tugging it softly, watching the waistband slide down to reveal more of his stomach, his abdomen, the trail of pubic hair that peeked out above his underwear. A few more tugs, and a degrading little wiggle from Eddie, and they were at his knees, his greying underwear only just concealing his hard cock as it pressed against the front of them, twitching any time your hands moved across his body.

Another quick shimmy and they were at his feet, stepping out of them and kicking them to the side as he spread his legs wider. You leaned in, aware that his eyes were following your every movement, and teased down his underwear, breath hitching as his freed cock bobbed in front of you. He shuffled, leaning against the wall behind him, getting comfortable while locking you in, his work boots on either side of you.

The moment you took hold of his cock, he arched his back away from the wall, pushing his body towards you, his length further into your grip. With a slow, long stroke, you pulled back his foreskin, feeling the coil at the pit of your stomach tighten with the low whine he let escape his open mouth. His head glistened, precum leaking from it. You stretched your thumb out, placing against him, sensitive nerve endings going wild as you spread the slick around.

You looked up, hoping for a little bit of encouragement, or at least an indication that this was all ok. Eddie was miles away. His mouth hung open, his eyes were pressed tightly shut. His back was still arched, desperate to be closer to you, and his head leaned back, affording him only a view of the ceiling if he were to open his eyes. His hand, however, twitched open from the clenched fist he was making, reaching out to your cheek to stroke it so tentatively, a ghost of a touch, before he quickly removed it. It was enough praise to keep you going.

Unceremoniously, aware that the casual attitude behind the act would only turn him on more, you spat on the tip, tracing your palm back along the length and then curving your palm over the head, rubbing your saliva into it, dragging it back down the shaft. Another deposit of collected drool left your lips in a slow, long, drip, coating his cock as you began pumping harder and faster.

Your free hand tickled along the inside of his thigh, reaching upwards until you took his balls in your palm, squeezing them as you watched him force himself into your enclosed fist, pelvis jutting forwards as he fucked your hand.

"Harder..."

The word was almost whispered, so quiet that you weren't even sure you had actually heard him say anything until he continued.

"Please... p-please - ohmygod - harder..."

His own chin was wet with strands of drool that leaked from the corner of his open mouth. Stupefied, rendered almost entirely speechless by the pleasure of having you work his dick and balls, the only thing his brain had to do was keep him upright.

Although it was beginning to fail at even that.

He was losing himself, his glasses halfway down his nose, greasy, dark brown hair falling into his eyes as his body shuddered. His knees trembled, giving way as he whimpered, lips closed tight before opening into a silent gasp.

Warm spurts of his cum spilled over your hand as the rapid spurts calmed down. The thick, milky white fluid travelled down your fingers, some of it falling to his thighs, most of it landing on the floor or on your front.

Eddie groaned as he watched you bring your fingers to your mouth to lick them clean, sharp flicks of your tongue before you put them on your tongue and closed your lips around them, sucking them clean.

He managed out a choked laugh and a feverish nod in response when you asked him if he'd like you to clean him off too.

[joocomics]

who gives u subby vibes in xdh o.o

oh god my favorite question ♡ this is going to be a MESS i apologise in advance

jooyeon

this doesn’t even need introduction, he’s sooooo subby it hurts 😣 ok, i see him being a switch, but when he’s a sub he’s a SUB yk?? just say what you want he’ll do anything, and he’ll do it with his cock throbbing

let’s imagine it… i can see him dominating at first. the make out session is HEATED. he dominates you through kisses, through touching - his hands are everywhere all at once, trough dirty talk - he can’t shut up about how bad he needs you rn. then through oral, cause his favorite thing is face fucking >< he loves having you on your knees, while he thrusts deep inside your throat, talking about how good he’s giving it to you, however then the switch happens! it’s like something unlocks in him and suddenly he’s pleading you to ride him, and cream all over his cock. another thing he loves abt this is that when you’re on top you use his body in all sorts of ways - you fuck him, you give him kisses, you give his mouth something to suck on, you bite his neck, you tug his hair, you allow him to have a great view of your body, and that makes him see literal stars. you can grip his neck a little if you’re into that

this is the moment you can get really nasty if you want, making him beg, not allowing him to cum, overstimulating him… he’s gonna be a whining mess, SO LOUD ohmygod, mock him for being so whiny, tell him everyone’s gonna hear how weak & desperate he is, deep down he’s having a great time

for jooyeon, when he switches it’s like he is giving his own power over to you? not sure how to explain it i hope you see my point

gunil

tough on the outside, but surprisingly can be subby on the inside!! something about sub gunil makes me so weak i cannot think straight. just the idea of having gunil submissive to you, knowing he can literally fuck your brains out in a headlock with those muscled arms… 🤐 it’s also something about the leader energy in him

anyways, i see him also a switch with the difference that he’s mostly dom… i feel like it really depends on his mood 😮‍💨 if he’s had a long day, he will lay down letting you do whatever you want to him, allowing you to be more creative if you want ~ and then for the rest of the week you’re his sex doll yk?

i feel like he’s into overstimulation - giving & rec - he’s good with baring the pain and honestly if you’re having fun, then he’s having fun too, it’s important for him to do the things you want to do 🥹 i can also see him chuckling while you tie him up or cover up his eyes, pinch & bite his nipples - the thing is he simply gets turned on by seeing how excited you get to play with him and his body, and he really cares abt fulfilling your needs, so he doesn’t mind repressing his desires from time to time

junhan

subsubsub! and when i say that i don’t mean he doesn’t have a dom side to him, he does take control from time to time too, probably 👀 but junhan is the type of sub that you can go all out with

KINKY, ok! tell him something you wanna try, he’s already thought of trying it way before you. he has fantasies that you’re gonna have so much fun playing out it’s mind blowing. no public play tho, just the two of you in the bedroom with you on top, watching him melt under your control

i also have a feeling that by being a sub junhan also feels useful, it’s important for him that you share this trust with each other, and he’s able to fulfill your needs and services, while on the other hand you get so turned on by seeing him being so in love with you, cause he really needs real connection in order to be submissive, fully letting go of his control ~

ugh i can see him doing so many things for you - roleplay, filming stuff, bondage, dropping to the floor to eat you out with his hands behind his back when he’s allowed only to dry hump, letting you jerk him off till he pass out, the list goes on…

[gahellhimself-blog]

Ohmygod, I’m hyperventilating and sobbing over your violinist Crowley art!! I’m writing a fic at the moment where he is a concert violinist and Aziraphale is a music professor and plays the piano and…I just came across this art and it’s gorgeous and perfect and everything!

Would you mind at all if I put a link to this work in my fic end notes? I really want everyone who is reading to see it!

I’m so glad u love it 🩵

I Just want all fanfic artist to know that I’ll always be ok with you using my artworks for your fic.

Just let me know when u do it and share the link

[justanotherduck26]

Being Thalia and Jason's sibling pt 2

Based on Book Percy jackson

Y/n is gender neutral

. One thing I forgot to mention is shortly after Thalia got turned into a Christmas tree a stuffed animal Eagle appeared seemingly out of nowhere onto your bed

Ohmygods Grover what happened are you ok?

You to Grover

I'm ok Y/n 

Grover replied 

. So there's a new kid who's unconscious who Annabeth is helping take care of 

" Come on Anna! Let's go play chess! Or volleyball! Or anything!"

You to Annabeth while she's taking care of Percy honestly Annabeth is your best friend so you were lokey kinda beefing with this unconscious boy for taking so much of Annabeth's time 

Don't get it wrong she's allowed to have other friends and hang out with other people it just gets kinda lonely when she's spending hours and hours with this unconscious boy who she barely knows 

Technical by default you're a cabin counselor like Luke and Annabeth 

"Go play chess with Luke " 

Annabeth to you

" He's busy with counseling things "

You to Annabeth 

" Grover then."

Annabeth replied to you

" Don't get me wrong I adore Grover but he'll just eat the chess pieces." 

You to Annabeth about Grover 

"Touchè"

Annabeth to you 

"Fine" 

Annabeth to you 

Percy does eventually wake up you have this voice in the back of your head telling you to stay away from him 

"Fuck you Zeus I don't need you controlling my life."

"It's father to you."

"Zeus" 

"Father" 

"Zoozoo."

"No"

Yeah that was an interesting talking with father dearest 

You talk to Percy just to spit your father 

Although you two don't really bond until he catches you by Thalia's tree talking to it 

You were deep in thought when he approached 

" She was your sister right?"

You jumped at the sound of Percy's voice 

"She IS my sister always will be. " 

You replied 

"Of course. " 

Percy responded 

" Hey I'm really sorry about your mother. " 

You to Percy 

" Thank you.  I'd do anything to get her back. " 

Percy said 

" I bet." 

You replied 

"What was your mother like?"

Percy asked you

" I don't really remember my mother.  Thalia's taken care of me for as long as I can remember then we met Grover and shortly After Annabeth and Luke we all became one big family. "

You replied

"Oh...." 

Percy replied and awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck 

"Anyway I hope Luke has given you to much work. "

You replied 

" Not to bad actually. " 

Percy replied and You smiled softly before getting up 

" Well I suppose I should thank you Percy.  I'm going to bed.  I suggest you go to besides you'll need your strength for capture the flag tomorrow. "

You said 

" Wait why are u heading to the Zeus cabin?"

Percy to u

" I'm surprised you haven't figured it out yet.  I'm a child of Zeus." 

You replied 

[simmingnate]

"Hello, dear viewers! Have you ever thought to yourself, 'I wish this show was more gameshowy'? Well, if you have, you're in luck, because today our contestants will be facing a good ol' fashioned quiz to find out who knows Mr Zest the best! Yes, it's another tense episode of…"

"… Johnny Wants a Wife!"

(That familiar theme tune plays, with a fun 70s style novelty lilt you correctly infer is a nod to the era of gameshows this set is very clearly referencing)

"Heeeeeere's Johnny! That's right, it's me! Johnny Zest, here to host this unnamed gameshow-within-a-gameshow. I'm as perky as can be and I'm super excited to see who our lovely contestants are tonight! So, let's pan the camera over to my left and meet these gorgeous gals!"

"Hey, I'm Aubrey!"

"Hi, I'm Lena!"

"Hi, I'm Penelope!"

"Hello, I'm Liz!"

"GREETINGS, EARTHLINGS! ‘Tis I, Meghan!"

"Hi, I'm Ebele!"

"OHMYGOD, this is SO exciting! Hi everyone, I'm Letitia, but you can call me Tits 😘"

“Hi, I'm Mía."

"What a stunning lineup! OK, ladies, the rules are simple - in round 1, the first to answer each question correctly will compete in round 2 to win one of three 1-on-1 dates with ME! But for those in round 3… a wrong answer will put you straight into the elimination. Good luck!"

[bonesandthebees]

*slams door open*

OH MY FUCKING GOD-

STARS SANDDUO STARS SANDDUO STARS SANDDUO STARS SANDDUO [SCREAMS]

I woke up and I was debating going back to bed or not when i saw a notif of my friend yelling at me that youd posted sandduo and ohmugod i have never unlocked my phone faster in my life

I MISSED STARS SO MUCH OHMYGODDDD

THERE IS SO MUCH TO SAY BUT MY BRAIN HAS KINDA MALFUNCTIONED IN THE SHEER SANDDUONESS OF THE NEW ONESHOT

I reread the og chapter and mannnn i remember just how much fun the sandduo scenes were, all the power plays it was SO good, and goddd poor crimeboys bro, they were both struggling so much

THE FUCKING PHIL POV THO--

HOLYYY SHIT

THE FIRST TIME HE SAID LITTLE BIRD WAS AN ACCIDENT?!?@?#?$ THAT WHOLE INTERNAL MONOLOGUE... HE VIEWED HIM AS A CHICK, A SON, IM GOING TO SCREAMMM I MUST REREAD THE END OF STARS TO COPE WITH THIS OOOHMYGODDD

phil pov of stars is the greatest thing to ever happen to me what the fuck ohmygod, he was SO FOND... HE WAS SO PROUD OF WILBUR WTF... i was eating breakfast while reading and i feltnSICKLKK ooohhmygoddd

Too much ITS ALL TOO MUCH... ohmygODDDDD

Stars is genuinely such an impressive fic though, all the complicated layers you mustve been thinking about while writing it?? Impressive holyyy shittt. All the different characters and motivations, it blows me away everytime I think about it. Stars is so incredible man RAHSSS

Godddd, adds this one shot to the growing list of comfort chapters/oneshots (i have so many of ur fics on that list LMFAOOO number one being Dusty Tomb, god i love that fic)

This is so random but did u know that on android/through the firefox app you can add a widget on ur homescreen that takes u directly to the link? Well I have like 3 of ur fics just sitting on my homescreen LMFAOOO adding this on to it rn ohmygoddd

Anyways STARS SANDDUO R THE ONLY ONES EVER 👆 AMAZIGN FIC BEE, IF U EVER WRITE MORE PHIL POV KNOW THAT I WILL CONSUME IT FASTER THAN I CONSUME WATER

Does that even make sense LMFAOO-

okay icyfox lets take some deep breaths together ready on the count of three-

ok but seriously tysm I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! yes phil saying little bird for the first time was an accident :) he was very fond but fully did not realize it because that man is horrible at recognizing his own emotions

aaa thank you!! i'm so so proud of stars especially because of how complicated it was. one of the frustrating parts about writing it though was that because of how complex it was with the different characters and motivations and the prose I tried to establish I had to be fully awake and focused to write it. I couldn't write it if i was sleepy or just not in the right headspace or else the story would suffer, so that was very annoying to me. still, worth it in the end though because the story gained so much from that.

(dusty tomb!! love that one sm I have such a soft spot for it <3)

god that's wild that you have 3 of my fics just on your homescreen for easy access. makes me so happy to hear things like that

honestly I hope I come up with more things to write in phil's pov from stars because I really miss the world of stars!! we'll have to see though no promises

[nonbayanary]

author’s log

Here are my thoughts as I write the HiruSena fic titled, “The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known.”

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[check out the author’s log below the cut!]

Note: This post will be updated continuously, until the fic ends. So buckle up y’all, it’s gonna be a longass fuckin’ ride!

[Log 1]:  Fic Length

This fic actually wasn’t meant to be this long. Originally, I just planned on having three long chapters, with twenty-one parts. 

But then I got attached to these specific portrayals of Hiruma and Sena, and now I can’t let them go without putting these rat bastards (*affectionate*) under a microscope and giving their trauma an in-depth analysis. 

So uhhhh sorry y’all, now this story is divided into Acts 1 to 4, with (hopefully only) 69 parts for each one. 

4 Acts bcs in Japanese culture, “4″ is the number symbolizing death

And 69 parts each bcs EYYYYY 69 lmaoooo

[Log 2]:  Fic’s Manifestation Properties (part 1)

I think this fic has some powers of manifestation??? Like I know it sounds stupid, but hear me out ok

So when I wrote in Ch.2, part xi. that Hiruma used to get panic attacks, it hit me: “Shit, doesn’t this mean I gotta portray an actual panic attack? I gotta do right by the readers!”

And I was like, “Ah, fuck me in the ass and call me Satan. Even if I’ve read about panic attacks for years, I’ve never actually had any before. So how do I write them?”

And then BAM! At home, I start undergoing even worse domestic abuse and psychological torture from my father. 

BAM! I begin to have actual panic attacks. 

BAM! I start having panic attacks so often, that sometimes, I have as many as three consecutive attacks in an hour. 

At one time, it was so bad at home that my attacks were daily. 

But every night, that’s when my panic attacks hit the hardest. Because my father always came home at night. My attacks would knock me unconscious. Like, really knock me out cold, yo. Because this was the only way my brain could help me cope when my father and I were in the same vicinity.

And when I was in the absolute gutter, I would wake up in the midst of a panic attack. And then, when I realized my father was still inside the house, an attack would knock me out again. I would continue to wake up and get knocked out until I was sure he was gone. 

Past Me, before domestic abuse was bad: “Oh no, how do I write panic attacks? I’ve never had any before!”

Present Me, dead-eyed: “Oh, honey.” 

At least I now have a lotta content on panic attacks, though!!! EYYYY I’m taking my wins where I can get ‘em lmaooo

[Log 3]:  Fic’s Manifestation Properties (part 2)

So I’ve got further proof that this fic has some powers of manifestation

Past Me, panicked: “Oh no! Sena has a cat named Pitt in canon! But I don’t know how to write about cats! My family only owns dogs!”

And then BAM! The neighborhood stray cat gets killed by family’s dogs, leaving one kitten orphaned at my house.

BAM! My sibling and I pity the orphaned kitten so much that we adopt it, and start raising it as the sole house cat. 

BAM! Days later I realize: “Well, I guess I now know how cats behave. Wait — OHMYGOD, I can write about cats now!”

Like I am not saying the neighborhood cat’s death had a use, okay. That’s not what I’m saying. I loved that cat, and I grieved her. I wept for her, especially when her kitten called out for her at night. 

I’m just saying that when I start thinking, “Oh no, how do I write this?” 

Some coincidental shit happens

BONUS: Please don’t worry about the orphaned kitten. I’m taking care of her now! Her name is “King Eris” (because I thought she was male at first. The revelation of my mistake only came to me when, months later, I noticed she had a lack of a dick.) She loves headpats, playing, sunbathing on the roof, sleeping on my lap, torture, and murder. (The last two parts are about cockroaches. She plays with them in such a gruesome manner that the poor insects’ deaths are slow and painful.)

[Log 4]:  Literary Works that Inspired the Fic’s Creation: AFTG series

This fic is based on Nora Sakavic’s trilogy, “All For The Game” series. 

It’s a GAY novel series about sports, mafia, and a shitton of childhood trauma. 

It’s really worth the read if you love soul-crushing trauma from different kinds of childhood abuse, and the hope that stems from surviving your circumstances, and choosing each day to continue living anyway. 

This book is my go-to for references on school sports, sports training, healing, and a fuckton of traumatized, lovable kids. 

Because in this fic, that’s what Hiruma and Sena are, essentially: traumatized, lovable kids.

Sena’s mother Mihae is loosely based on one of AFTG’s badass characters: Renee Walker. 

The “Yes or No” moments of consent between Hiruma and Sena are actually inspired by the main couple in the AFTG series, Neil Josten and Andrew Minyard. 

[Log 5]:  Literary Works that Inspired the Fic’s Creation: TLT series

This fic is also based on Tamsyn Muir’s tetralogy, “The Locked Tomb” series. 

It’s about lesbian necromancers in space. It’s got a lot of religious symbolism (Christian), and it sometimes borders on the blasphemic, which I love. After all, my fic’s got a lotta blasphemy in it.

There is SO MUCH love and devotion in The Locked Tomb series, which is why I use it as a reference. 

The fic is, after all, tagged as “Homoerotic Devotion” (or at least, in AO3. In FF.Net, I have no such luck.) There are wholeass bucketloads of devotion in The Locked Tomb, and a lot of them are sure as hell homoerotic. 

[Log 6]:  Literary Works that Inspired the Fic’s Creation: TGCF series smut fics

I’ll be honest, y’all. This fic would not have existed if not for the smuttiest fics out there, about a god being reverently fucked by his worshipper. 

Let’s give a round of applause for the smut fics of Mò Xiāng Tóng Xiù’s webnovel series, “Heaven Official’s Blessing!”

Heaven Official’s Blessing is also called, “Tian Guan Ci Fu,” or  [天官赐福]. The English fandom just calls it “TGCF” for short.

Lemme quote someone for a quick second here, to summarize the story. 

“At its core, TGCF is a story about a fallen god and his last believer; it's a story about devotion, love, loss, longing, fate and destiny, and the meaning of ‘forever’ and ‘to believe'. sure, there are other things: friendship, loyalty, the price of power etc.”

So like, taking the love and devotion of the main couple, and put it in an equation where you add a very creative fandom. BAM! The result is a myriad of smut fics full of praise kinks, god kinks, and body worship. 

Of course, a lot of TGCF fics are inspired by Hozier’s songs as well.

So like, it got me thinking: “Damn, HiruSena doesn’t have that.”

And then my thought process gradually shifted to, “Well, why can’t the HiruSena fandom have that? I guess if I wanna see that shit, then I gotta make it.”

And thus, with the vision in mind of a HiruSena story, inspired by Hozier, homoerotic devotion, and a lotta god-worshipper dynamic going on, this fic was born.

[Log 7]:  Hozier Song Lyrics

One of the recent trends in the fandoms I’ve traversed so far is this: Fics inspired by Hozier lyrics.

Lemme quote a review of Hozier’s music for a hot second, ok

“Each of [Hozier’s] songs are modern versions of traditional folklore that contain stories of love, tragedy, and hope, while also conveying strong political messages. Hozier has a way of delineating life's problems and purpose with beautiful poetry and turning it into songs that resonate with a piece of our soul.”

Like, Hozier’s lyrics are good. Like, really well-written. Even if you’re not a fan of his music—which I genuinely respect, don’t worry—you’ll find that when you read the lyrics of his songs, they really are “chef’s kiss” kinda good. 

Hozier's such a good fit for HiruSena, considering the ongoing Devil theme that Hiruma's trying to portray. Since Hozier songs have a common theme of devotion in them, it makes us all wonder: "What if it's the guy called The Devil who shows devotion in another?" There's so much to explore in that! 

How can a person as broken as The Devil, love someone who is just as broken? How can these two people find heaven in each other? There's so much symbolism, so much potential!

So it kinda got me stumped that I didn’t see any English HiruSena fics with Hozier songs in them. I told my sibling, and they just stared at me and asked, “Well, why don’t you write one, then?”

And BAM! Here we are. 

I hope that somewhere out there, more HiruSena Hozier fics exist. Even if they’re not in English, just knowing they exist would be absolutely lovely. 

And I suppose, if no other HiruSena Hozier fics have been written before this one, then I hope this fic inspires other writers to make more. 

[Log 8]:  Questions

This fic explores the following questions:

"What if it's the guy called The Devil who shows devotion in another?"

"How will Hiruma act when he's being tender with someone?"

"What if Hiruma knows jackshit about romance? What if he's just as awkward, or possibly even more awkward than Sena when he bares his true vulnerable self?"

“Why was Kurita so insistent on playing Amefuto, even back in middle school?”

[Answered in CH. 1]: “Why would Sena join a team when Hiruma recruited him through underhanded means?”

“Why does Hiruma act like an asshole all the time, when it seems as if there's no reason to do so?”

"What does it take for Mamori to go apeshit?"

"Will Sena use the knife his godmother Yoshiko gave him? What is his breaking point? Will the knife remain unused forever? What is the one thing that will drive Sena over the edge?"

Y’all can disregard this particular log tbh. I just put it here so I can keep track of all the questions I want the fic to answer. 

Also LMAO, me saying, “This fic explores the following questions,” as if it’s a goddamn thesis hhhhhh

[Log 9]:  Dedication

I honestly hope that I can reach out to people with similar trauma thru this fic. 

One of the things that helped me persevere through my hardships was: "Character A got through this! Maybe I can too!" And that's what I'm trying to do to in this fic too. 

Whether HiruSena romance scenes dominate, or whether the Hozier lyrics or the memes are more memorable, the true core of this fic is trauma.

This fic is for everyone out there who survived abuse, the people who hold wreckages inside their chests instead of hearts. 

This fic is for the people who clung to Sena's character and loved him, purely because they too were getting bullied. 

This fic is for the people who flinch, for the people who wished they were as powerful as Canon Hiruma. 

This fic is for the people who wake up, and have to talk themselves into getting up from bed each day, instead of giving up. 

This fic is for each and every warrior out there, who has to live normally even after the world did its best to break them.

This fic is for all you survivors out there. 

[Log 10]:  Hiruma crying in Chapter 2

So like, on one hand, I’m glad Hiruma’s released all his years of pent-up grief through crying. Because keeping that all inside is unhealthy and damaging

And it’s actually quite heartbreaking that the thing that actually does manage to set him off is a video of his mother cradling him close to her, when he was but an infant 

But like

Let’s be real with each other for a hot second, okay

Hiruma just fucking cried to the “I want to see my little boy! Here he comes!” vine LMAOOOO

[Log 11]:  The Backstory & Trauma of Kobayakawa Shuuma (Sena’s Dad)

Shuuma’s trauma is actually based on my own trauma, or one aspect of it at least

And that’s trauma caused by having a verbally and emotionally abusive mother.

So don’t worry about the accuracy of trauma representation here, bros, bcs some parts are based on a trueass story.

[Stay tuned, bcs there are definitely a lot more logs to come!]

[justagalwhowrites]

OHMYGOD OKOKOK SO UM OK IM HERE AGAIN SO I JUST SAW THE NEW YEARLING TEASER AND…it slayed my house down. I was gagged to hell (in the best way possible) and OMG BAMBI LISTENS TO WEEZERRRR???

Girl my friends have been telling me to listen to weezer and modern baseball and shit like that THIS IS A SIGGNNN

(Idk why I’m writing this but I usually listen to Taylor or Summer walker or Lana or sza or Riri my absolute queens ❤️)

also idk if I said this in my last ask but I checked out the playlist and it’s def not my style but it’s good and I really enjoy it. Also I’m really really really loving the story even though me and Bambi are like polar opposites. Like I wish my mom put me in pageants and cotillion and shit and also I wanna date Bambi???? She just gives girlboss vibessss and what can I say I stan. also I know this is long and I’m sorry I’m sorry but also I think this fanfic just unlocked my southern side?? I’m listening to Dolly Parton now and I’m wearing pink sundresses with poofy sleeves like something happened to me

Anyways, ilysm im SOOOO FUCKING HYPED for the update now you SLAYYYY IN ALL WAYS POSSIBLE tysm for writing make sure to take care of urself slay I’ll be there when yearling comes out (also I’m trying to get into ur other fics the premises seem interesting you always manage to come up w a great hook)

Ok I’m sorry this is so long I’ll get out of your hair now byeeeeee

OMG HI BESTIE!

Bambi listens to like… EVERYTHING lol she is a musician at heart and will find something to appreciate and learn from in everything. Also in this chapter, some love for The Smiths and Johnny Marr 😍 (I saw Johnny Marr live about a year ago and it was a revelation, he played This Charming Man and I died, fully died.)

Related, Bambi in a no outbreak AU? Would fucking love Taylor Swift. A woman making a name for herself in the industry, writing her own shit, crossing genres like crazy? Bambi would have been at the Eras tour (maybe as Folklore/Evermore?) Related, I picture Sarah as a Swiftie too and she and Sarah would 110% have gone to the Eras tour together and covered Joel in friendship bracelets and he’d wear a themed shirt and just smile along with it all.

I’m so glad you like Bambi! She’s very different from me too lol being in her head to write her and watching her do her thing is so interesting for me because she’s so different. But she is DEFINITELY a girl boss lol I think she would have had her own ranch in a no-outbreak world and she’d be so damn good at it, always standing up to men in the industry at every opportunity.

Never apologize for a long ask lol I LOVE THEM and I love that this fic is making you explore a new side of yourself!

If you read my other fics, I hope you love them! Please let me know either way lol I think you’d like Doc from lavender. She’s a girl boss but in different ways! And Doll from Beskar Doll is just fully a badass. Din is hesitant to compare kill counts, he knows there’s a good chance he’d lose lol

Thank you so much for being here and for reading and for sharing your thoughts! It means a lot to know that you’re enjoying my work, so thank you 😍 love you bestie!

[mitsyuu]

ive been mostly okay today (someone made fun of me because i was talking about things i like. for an example, sun & moon from fnaf and stars. but again, that person makes fun of my interests daily so-). aside from that, today has been rather peaceful, calm, quiet so that makes me feel relaxed.

last days have been. quite something (mental health & relationship things), but ill live (... probably). oh, ive also found a new interest! ive been a bit... obsessed with it lately (lets not look at my tiktok collection with more videos than the John Doe one. 410 videos while the john doe one has 200 & something to be exact.)

i also got Keqing yesterday on genshin! but i havent been playing genshin much so not much i can say about it.

Anyways how are you??? :DD how have you been??? :]]

the bully should honestly shutup bc those are perfectly fine things to like… dunno what they were on about. sorry that’s been happening with you:( i’m happy today went alr for you tho!!!

also 410 VIDEOS 🤨 and more than john doe. woah. very intrigued as to what the interest is if it’s more than him? ?BTWW CONGRATS ON KEQING!!! if you plan on using her i can send some stuff 4 you to help build her ^ ^ anywayyyy i’m ok rn!! just ate & im waiting to watch a movie. i got into a new anime recently and OHMYGOD. it’s called wonder egg priority and it’s is so amazing omgomg i absolutely recommend it !!!(unless you’re sensitive to stuff like s/h and blood ) SOUH yea that’s basically what been going on nothing much ! like always if you need to talk about some things i’m always here :))

[jils-things]

“unless they were my romantic fos!!!” YES SAME it’s that bad now I guess waaawaahhh YES I ADMIT I LIKE HIM A BIT TOO MUCH

AWWW YOU THINKIN OF ME WHEN PLAYING NAIB INGAME (I made it, I made it to Naib-crush status in Jil’s brain /jk)

Pls know that you're also on my mind when seeing Steven or Red in Pokemas or Norton (very rarely tho)!!

I’M- YES- I’M THINKING UP A- PARTNER A NAIB PARTNER (should I ask u first if I’m allowed to create a partner for your brother idk would you be ok with that)

H-HE MIGHT REVEAL HIS FACE TO A VERY NICE LADY- ok wait I have to overshare real quick, so I actually have a fewww ideas - she doesn't have a name yet but I think she would be the daughter of some kind of astronomer or researcher idk I like that idea. Annnd Naib gets a job… he has to retrieve a very rare item from a family of astronomers/researchers and Naib thought he would have to retrieve it from the father BUT NO the family member with said Item is the daughter :] I just think this could be a fun concept. And uhhh maybe later he ends up rescuing her from danger somehow and I can imagine her having a very sunshine like personality, so she’s like “I want to thank you :)” and gifts him something (a flower, a small trinket maybe idk) and Naib gets quite flustered about it (but still kiinda irritated/confused? Like what is this? Why am I feeling like this?) and is like “I can’t do this anymore” PFFFTT idk pls let me know if this might be too ooc ;w;

(GIRL I’m scrolling through his gallery on the wiki and I wanna save all of the images and draw him and AGHGHFFDG I EVEN CONSIDER GOING PUBLIC WITH THAT CRUSH AND CHANGE MY BLOG THEME BECAUSE THE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH GOING CRAZY AGGHHG)

-🐭 anon

thrhretheamount of times i had to look away and just squeal to myself obymhoifd what have i done /pos

I ESPECIALLY JUST THINK OF PONYTAIL NAIB SINCE IT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE PART OF HIM AJAKAKSJDHHDHSH 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (me crying at steven and red btw.. my husboo... THANKYYOU....)

ALSO OMG OF COURSE?!?? YES OF COURSE YOU CAN MAKE A PARTNER FOR NAIB. IF ANYTHING!! IRENE WOULD EXPLODE AND DIE LIKE "OHMYGOD I KNEW YOU WERE CAPABLE OF LOVING. YOU'RE STOIC BUT YOUREA SOFTIE INSIDE" RAAAAA dude like if you're my familial/platonic's partner of COURSE id be so happy you dont even have to askk!!!!!!

THE FUCKIGGN OVERSHARE. THE SUDDEN SI DROP NO FUCKING WAY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WE GENUINELY GETTING AN SI RN?;?;?;?;?;?;? I FEEL LIKE EXPLODING EVEN MORE NOW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NAUR IM ABSOLUTELY NODDINH MY HEAD TO THIS CRUMB?!?!?! him absolutely startled by this sweet lady handling such important data... kinda cute ... hes probably thinkijg HRMRMRMMM (I WOULDN'T SAY ITS OOC BECAUSE HES HESITATING W HIS FEELINGS!! ive seen fanart absolutely destroying his personality so YOURE FINE) (my argument that he would feel "the butterflies" with his gift from si is because he doesnt a lot of good things in his past because of war and living not-so-comfortably back then so i think him being given something kind is a nice change of pace for him!!) (ps i think si should treat him to a nice dinner. he is a foodie, i mean understandably so for a fit man!)

DRAW HIM????? DRAW HIM.... MOUSE IS THINKING OF DRAWING HIM GUYS OKG... OMG... JIL WINNING ERA... /J EEKEKEKEKEKEKEK WHAT U DOIN STARING AT HIS GALLERY UHUHHH (closes my norton tabs /j you saw nothing) GO SAVE IT... I DARE YOU.... 😈😈😈😈

[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.

[unclewaynemunson]

hi i just found your blog and i’m in love with ur writing<3 imma stalk it, if that’s ok!! also, saw ppl can send writing ideas (u don’t have to do this it’s just something i like reading lol) and i see lots of angsty fics where steve is the one that fucks up and has to apologize but I also think eddie could fuck up too - so if you could right something angsty (with a happy ending obv lol i’m not made of stone) where eddie fucks up and has to figure out how to apologize to steve :) but like i said no pressure if it’s not something you want to do <333

keep up with your writing, it’s beautiful <33

Ohmygod this is such a lovely message, thank you so much <333 Seriously this really means sooo much! I hope you're having a good day, lots of love!

And YESSS i love this prompt! I started writing something and it completely got away from me so now it's getting waaayyy longer than i planned it to be, whoops. I'll give you the first part already and I hope to have the second (longer) part ready soon.

(also, i wrote this post a while ago which also has angst and eddie being kind of a dick so you might like that one, too)

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'Do you know what day it is tomorrow?'

They're on Eddie's bed together, the two of them, not doing much – or rather, Steve's not doing much. Eddie, however, is tirelessly scribbling down ideas in his notepad to prepare for the next Hellfire meeting.

He looks up from his notes to look at Steve in disbelief, wondering if he's for real with that question.

'Friday,' he answers in the most scathing tone he can muster.

'C'mon Eddie, don't be a dick,' says Steve, but a small smile is playing around his lips. 'Can I take you out tomorrow night?'

'I have band practice on Fridays. You know that.'

'Yeah, but I talked to the guys. They're okay with skipping it one time.'

'Dude, I'm not gonna miss my band practice for fucking Valentine's Day.'

Steve frowns. 'You don't have to say it like it's a gross word, you know.'

'But it is a gross word, Stevie!' Eddie exclaims dramatically. 'Come on, you know just as well as I do that it's not for people like us.'

'Seriously?'

Eddie doesn't understand why Steve is acting so surprised. Honestly, what did he expect from dating a non-conformist queer metalhead, exactly?

'It's not even about romance, man! It's a conspiracy of the big corporations so they can capitalize off their ridiculous made-up heterosexual ideas of what relationships should be like. Nothing romantic about it, it's all bullshit.'

Something shifts in Steve's gaze. 'It's all bullshit?' he repeats, eyebrows arched into a frown.

There's something in his tone and in his pose, his arms crossed in front of his chest, like he's challenging Eddie, that makes Eddie feel like he can only double down on this now.

'Yeah. Complete bullshit.'

'Okay.' Steve nods, opens his mouth, then closes it again – seems to swallow his own words, before he continues: 'Okay, good to know. I won't keep you away from your band practice, then. Um, you know what, I should be heading home now.'

'I thought you were staying here for the night?'

'No, I changed my mind.' Steve doesn't look him quite in his eyes. 'I think I just wanna be alone. Get a good night's sleep.'

Eddie squints at Steve as he gets up from his lazy position on the bed to grab his shoes.

'Are you angry?'

'No, I'm just – you're probably right, I don't know why I even thought – never mind.'

But Eddie can't see Steve's face as he's ducked down to tie his shoelaces, and his voice sounds oddly strained. Steve leaves Eddie's room without so much as a kiss on Eddie's cheek and only stops in the living room to say goodbye to Wayne before he heads out into the cold evening.

'You and Steve okay?' Wayne asks after the sound of Steve's car has faded away. Eddie is still standing in the middle of the living room, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.

'I... don't know,' he answers his uncle's question. 'He was being all weird about fucking Valentine's Day, can you believe that?' He lets himself fall onto the couch. 'What about this –' he makes a vague gesture at both himself and the room around them – 'could have ever given him the idea that I'd care about Valentine's Day?' It's impossible for him to keep the disgust out of his voice.

Wayne sighs. 'And did it ever occur to you that maybe he cares 'bout Valentine's Day?'

Eddie scoffs. 'Of course he doesn't care about Valentine's Day, he's –' Shit. The horrifying realization dawns over him and it makes so much sense that he wonders how he didn't see it right away. How could he have been so stupid? Of course Steve Harrington cares about Valentine's Day. And he probably planned some big romantic surprise date for Eddie and all Eddie said was that it was bullshit.

He groans and lets himself fall further into the worn-out couch cushions.

'That's what I thought,' Wayne comments dryly.

'Shit! Shit, shit, shit, I fucked up so bad, Wayne! How could I have known?! He's a fucking badass, I didn't think – Ah, damnit, I'm such an idiot!'

'Badass or not, if you didn't wanna be with some hopeless romantic, you been lookin' in the wrong place, boy,' Wayne says.

Eddie lifts his head up to take a look at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. It's almost eleven thirty. That leaves him with about eight hours until Steve wakes up on his own in that big empty house, on Valentine's Day, ready to start his day feeling completely miserable. It's time to switch into all-nighter mode.

XXXXX

(Update: read pt2 here)

[sunball]

WHY YOU WILL FALL IN LOVE WITH THEM & VICE VERSA

𖦹 this reading includes why you will fall in love with your person, why they will fall in love with you and a playlist of songs I picked up on while doing the reading.

𖦹 so each pile will have 2 paragraphs, you can definitely choose more than one pile. ex: you can choose pile 1 for why you will fall in love with your person and you can choose pile 3 for why they will fall in love with you.

𖦹 how does this work? close your eyes and take deep breaths, pick the pile you are most drawn to. If you aren’t drawn to any pile then that’s okay, these messages aren’t for you.

𖦹 take what resonates!

THE PILES

PILE 01

now playing:

pile 01's playlist

YOU

oh wow I’m getting a lot of earth energy here and air, mainly mutable signs. perhaps you are mutable dominant or your person is. ohmygod I just realised the picture you chose is a picture of the moon and I was going to say that you will love your person’s ability to change and adapt. ok, this is strange, this is supposed to be about what you will love about your person but all I’m getting is what your person will love about you. oh I know, you will love the way your person loves you. your person will love you even on your bad days. are you a moody person? do you feel like you’re too much to handle at times? even then, your person will still love you AND you will love them because of that. they won’t leave you pile 01, it’s okay to have bad days and it’s okay to show them your bare face, they won’t leave you. I just heard “the moon is still the moon in all its phases”. I feel like your person is also quite a moody person and feels like nobody understands them but you will understand them. you both will understand each other. I feel like you both are homebodies. If not, you both will spend a lot of time at home together, just cuddling and letting each other in each other’s world. funny enough, I’m also getting cancer energy here. your person is mature and wise enough to understand that not every person is perfect and is bound to have bad days. with them, you will feel safe, understood and comfortable which is also what you will love about them. I even think your person at one point will tell you that they won't love you less for showing them your flaws (or atleast something along those lines). oh wow I also just heard "I love you more than yesterday but less than tomorrow". this is random but do you like quotes? I'm getting a lot of them right now hahaha. your person will probably be good with words and reassure you a lot because I feel like you need it. words are important to you, aren't they? did you also choose pile one in my previous PAC? because I'm getting very similar energy. back to what will make you fall in love with your person, you will love your person's hardwork and determination. for some of you, your person may work from home and you will see their hard-working nature which you will love and admire. and for some others of you, you may work at the same workplace as your person. either way, you will love your person's hard-working nature and work ethic. your person takes their career seriously and can separate love and work so they may appear like a completely different person at work/in their uniform. they're cuddly, soft and nurturing at home with you but at work they're stern, demanding and cold. this duality about them is one of the things you will absolutely love about them. all of these qualities about your person will make you fall in love with your person and I feel like it will be quite a slow process. like, you both eventually warming up to eachother and you loving your person a little more each day until BAM! you realise you've completely fallen for your person (and landed) and would take a bullet for them. even then, you will still continue to love them more and more. gosh, that was cheesy, I blame this energy!

THEM

I'm getting strong pluto energy here, also fire (especially sagittarius) and libra. I'm also hearing scorpio, maybe scorpio moon. you may have these placements or maybe your person does but I'm feeling strongly that you do. there is something about pluto here, your person will love your plutonic traits. you could be quite an intense person, your emotions may also sometimes spiral out of control. you are a very deep person, there's so much depth to you and your person will absolutely love you for that. they will enjoy listening to you talking about your problems. even if you're not the type to talk about your emotions, your person will greatly appreciate you opening up to them, even a little bit. they will be patient. I feel like you are the type of person that rarely shares anything about yourself and hates being seen as weak and vulnerable so when you start opening up to them, your person will realise that you do trust them and that you do feel comfortable with them. this will mean a lot to your person, this is something they take to heart. trust. so it isn't only just your intimidating persona but rather your trust and ability to open up to them is what will make them love you. continuing the pluto themes, I feel in your relationship with your person, you will transform a lot throughout it. your person will see you through all your cycles and changes and still continue to love every part of you. your person will also transform a lot in your relationship because of you, they will realise that you make them a better person and will see a future with you. perhaps they've been in relationships that were stagnant and were also not good for their growth, they might have been quite immature or cold or flaky before meeting you because of their last relationships (specifically the one before you). they might not be the type to commit because they've always thought that they weren't capable of that but you will show them otherwise. now moving onto the next card (yes I wrote all of that from one card hahaha), the next thing that will make your person fall in love with you is how you always speak your truth. you are unbiased and are the type to tell people to sort their shit out. they will really love this trait about you because this will help them grow and be a better person, they will want to grow with you and stick with you through thick and thin. with you, they can see the future. you give them hope and motivation. definitely not false hope either, because with you, they know anything is possible. you aren't the type to lie to make people feel better. because of this, your person will be able to trust you and rely on you too. I'm also hearing they will ask you for advice especially on their work. your person may have been surrounded by fake people all their life but you're definitely not one of them. you are real, you are you. they will love you. another thing that will make them fall in love with you is your sense of humour, enthusiasm and adventurous energy, perhaps you know a lot about other cultures or perhaps you both are from different cultural backgrounds. they will learn so much from you and I feel like they will be interested in your culture (your person has this cute childish like curious energy like aries or gemini haha I love it). I'm also seeing celebration. there may be a time where you both will be at a celebration/party and your person will look at you communicating with other people (people of your community is what I'm getting) and they will be so astonished. they will feel very proud to have you in that very moment and I think that moment will play an important part of your lives. It could be one of the first moments they realise that they love you?

PILE 02

now playing:

pile 02's playlist

YOU

I’m getting strong pisces energy here, along with cancer, leo and taurus. I’m also getting venus in 12th house and venus/neptune energy. perhaps you have those signs in your chart or your person does. we have the romantics in this pile! right off the bat, you will absolutely love your person’s romantic side and their sweet gestures. your person (maybe even you) seems like a hopeless romantic, you both will watch a lot of romcoms together and say cheesy shit to eachother. you will love that you don't have to feel ashamed for liking romantic stuff or being a softie when it comes to that stuff with this person because, in fact, your person is like that too. you will love how they're affectionate with you and how they give you butterflies when you see them and when they compliment you. they have a youthful energy, perhaps they could be younger than you but I’m feeling for a lot of you that you will love their energy. they will bring you something new to the table everyday, there’s feelings of excitement here. they will make you feel young again, perhaps you have dedicated your life to work without relaxation and this person will 100% change your perspective and definitely teach you that there is more to life than just working your ass off. this person will take you to many places and show you the places they love. back to the excitement part, I feel like your person will make you keep wanting more, they’re very romantic, funny and charming and I feel like you will go to sleep each night just thinking about your person all excited and wondering what they will do the next day. this gives me very much teenager in love vibes hehe. do you have aries venus? your person is so flirty pile 02, especially with you.

they are also attractive and they know it. you will love their confidence and you will also love that they are okay with public display of affection, the way they make you feel loved and proud of having you will make you love them a lot. they don’t shy away from pda, in fact they initiate it. they want to show the world that you’re theirs. I’m also getting that you will also love that they don’t pretend to be someone else when they’re with their friends vs when they’re with you. for example, when they’re with you they’re sweet and say nice things to you. when they’re with their friends with you, they’re not the type to suddenly act cool infront of their friends and treat you like you’re not important to them. I feel like that is a turnoff for lots of you, maybe because you have suffered from this. but don’t worry, they will be so proud to have you. think of leo venus. I’m also hearing that their friends will know that you are someone their friend (your person) really loves because your person will speak fondly of you to them. this may cause some jealousy especially if your person has girl friends but it can also be guy friends (from their side). I also see that the way your person will handle this jealousy from their friends will be so attractive to you. I'd also like to add that your person is someone who is very popular and probably has admirers but they will still choose you out of everyone. all of this will make you realise that this person is very serious about you and doesn't want you to worry or feel uncomfortable. you will love the way they make you feel protected and their considerate nature. you will love their physical appearance, I think they will be your ideal type, I'm seeing messy/curly hair. is that what you like? for some of you, your person will have brunette-blonde curly hair. I see you playing with their hair a lot. I also feel like you will love their eyes and the way they dress, perhaps their eyes are 'moon-like'. another thing you will love about this person is their artistic and creative side, I feel like they're talented. for some of you, they write poems or they paint or they play guitar and sing. are you a sucker for artistically inclined people/musicians? I feel like at one point, they will make you something. like painting a portrait of you, writing a poem about you or writing a song about you, they will tell you that you're their muse. It will be a very special moment for the both of you.

THEM

I'm getting gemini, pisces, aries and libra energy from this pile. I'm also getting venus in 1st and 7th house. perhaps you have these placements or your person does. first of all, your person will love the way you respond to their affection and the way you give them affection. maybe you are a touchy person or physical touch is your person's love language. I know this may be weird but they will love the way you touch them. I'm also getting that whenever you randomly give them backhugs, you make their heart go crazy. your person loves backhugs, felt like you should know that. your person is a physical person, felt like you should know that too. are you a clingy person? I'm just seeing a picture of a couple and one of them is just coming closer to the other person to hold hands with them in public. I just heard "mignon/mignonne". your person will love your cuteness, you kinda remind me of a cat. I'm also getting that whenever you wear their oversized clothes, you make their heart melt. your person could be french or you are, but I'm mostly getting that they will love that they can romance you like never before. pile 02, your person may have never romanced anyone before because they were afraid of not getting the same love/energy from their partner. but with you, they don't have to worry about that because you show them you love them just as much as they love you. they don't have to worry about being disappointed and the relationship being one-sided. you reciprocate and return the same love. you are fair, you both will be on the same wavelength, that's what they will love about you. another thing that they will love about you are your habits, I'm hearing for some that you have a habit of scrunching your nose, walking on tip-toes? maybe you have a habit of whistling? I'm also hearing that you will have a habit of touching them when you walk past them and holding their hands whenever you can. your person will find your habits adorable. I have a feeling that at one point, there will be a situation where you feel jealous for some reason but you won’t act immaturely. this will be very attractive to your person because they may have experienced their partners getting jealous and completely doubting your person’s loyalty and love because of that tad bit of jealousy. you won’t though. I just feel like you will trust your partner but maybe not other people that surrounds your partner. a lot of you could be younger than your person but very mature. you are very mature but also not? serious but also knows how to have fun. there’s some innocent energy here, maybe it’s just because of your cute face and habits hehe. your partner will really love this balance about you. you will also be financially secure when you’re with your partner but because of your own hardwork and you will also be independent. you’re not the type to ask your partner to buy you something or expect your partner to be the provider. you both will be the providers, again, there’s this equal energy in this relationship. a lot of you look innocent and easy to take advantage of, you look like the damsel in distress to other people but you’re not. your person will be a sucker for you, pile 02. there will also be a time where they pretend to still be asleep in the morning while you’re getting changed infront of them without you knowing. you will fulfil them in so many ways, even in the bedroom (I won’t get into detail tho). they get a lot of inspiration from you. I feel like you will help them get out of a rut and they will experience new beginnings with you, you will come into their life and make it better. you will finally be the person who will be good for them, the moment you step into their life, they sigh of relief. there’s this feeling like “yes finally”. number 1 is quite significant here, some of you could be your person’s ‘first’ for something, or vice versa. I feel like your person will be immediately attracted to you and It will not take them long to fall in love. for a lot of you, your person will fall in love with you the first time they sleep with you.

PILE 03

now playing:

pile 03's playlist

YOU

TW: body, scars, obsession, sex

I'm getting scorpio, capricorn, leo and cancer from this pile. also venus in 8th, pluto in 7th. perhaps you have those placements or your person does. how does it feel having a person who is exactly my ideal type, pile 03?. right off the bat, you will absolutely love how they will be protective of you. they will be so whipped for you, maybe even possessive and obsessed with you but I feel like you like that. you will love the way they make you feel special. I feel like when they see you for the first time, they will 'claim' you and do anything to make you theirs. I can just imagine them fantasizing about you late at night because I feel like they will find you so attractive, you could be their ideal type. they would die for you, they’re a true ‘ride or die’. they feel like a very intense person, I’m getting an intense energy. however, this will be something you will love about them. this obsessiveness from your person will kinda make you feel, secure? they will be so loyal to you and the fact that they show you by displaying this protectiveness and obsessiveness will kinda calm you down. you won’t feel like they’re being unfaithful to you and that’s what you will love about them. another thing you will love about them is how they’re so certain and direct, they know what they want. and what they want is you. like without a doubt in their mind, they will choose you. you’re on the top of their ‘I want’ list. your person is honestly powerful and leader-like. also dominant? that’s what I’m getting haha. you will love those traits about them anyways. I’m suddenly smelling something really nice but I don’t know what it is? I feel like your person will give you flowers. I’m also getting that you will shower with them a lot, your person will love your naked body. you will love the fact that your person will love you bare, you feel comfortable being seen by them. are you insecure of your body? your person will kiss all over your body and your scars if you have any and they will also wash your body too. although they may be known as someone who is dominant, you will love that they can be gentle and loving with you. for a lot of you, I feel like this person will be the first to show you ‘love’ and what love is. have you not received a lot of love in the past? this person will love you so much and kiss your wounds. I heard “bandaging wounds” and “kissing the pain away”. you will love how they care about you so much. when you are hurt, they will stop everything and just come to you and get the first aid kit. It’s so adorable. you will be in disbelief because I think you won’t think anyone could possibly care about you that much. for a lot of you, at first you may dismiss this person because you will think they only like you because of yours appearance and nothing more but you are wrong. I’m also getting major “makeup sex” vibes and healing each other through sex and intimacy. maybe that’s something you like. you will love that this person can bring out another side of you, a side of you that you kept hidden inside for so long. your person will make you feel so comfortable that you feel like you can be reckless, unleash this ‘dark’ side of you and your desires, be yourself. do you have intimacy issues? I think this person will make those issues disappear. I know that you ‘should’ solve your own issues but it’s good to have other people help you too.

THEM

I’m getting scorpio, aquarius, aries, virgo energy here. also pluto and uranus. perhaps you have those signs or your person does. so one thing your person will love about you is your mind, perhaps you have a complex mind. do you have aquarius moon/mercury? whatever, your person will love getting to know you and wanting to walk around in your mind. they would love getting to know every little thing about you, including your thought processes, the ins and outs of your personality, why you do things, everything about your past and your goals, literally they’d want to know your whole being. you’ll love that they’ll find you so interesting and fascinating, perhaps you like attention (especially attention for your mind and ideas). there is a feeling of distance here though, your person may like to observe you at first. kinda stalker-ish vibes but not creepy, more like the type to look through all your Instagram posts from years ago. your person will love you because of how you’re so different and unpredictable. like I’m getting that they will love you because of the random shit you say at times, they’ll find it so funny. also they’ll love catching you doing weird and suspicious things and tease you about it later. you’re like a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved to them. they’ll find you so intelligent and fascinating, pile 03. they’ll love you because you never make them feel bored, you make everyday an adventure for them, you make going to the grocery store fun to them. they will love love love your energy, this love literally goes beyond the physical. It is hard to find someone whose energy and presence just feels right, that’s what it’ll feel like to them when they meet you for the first time. there’s this feeling like “where have you been my whole life? why are you only just coming into my life now?!”. I’m seeing some sort of delay, they may be slow at first or you will be. but when they make their mind up they will be coming to you asap with clear intentions. It’s like they will immediately know that you’re the one for them but they won’t come to you right away, they will take their time observing you and slowly come towards you. by observing I mean just watching your every move when they get to see you and then secretly smiling. I don’t know how to say this, to put it simply, you will just make them smile. they may not be the type of person to smile often but damn, with you, it’s all they do. you bring excitement and joy into their life, you’re the missing piece they never knew they needed. I feel like your person has everything (career, house, money, etc) except love. they’re probably not even the type to care about love but you will change that. It’s also why I think they will be obsessive and possessive over you and hold a tight grip on you because they won’t want to lose you, lose their happiness. another thing that will make them fall in love with you is how you change because of them. a lot of you have intimacy issues that will be helped healed by your person. I am also getting that they will love you giving in to them, they love power. maybe you hold grudges and get pouty a lot but having you give in to them and forgiving them is what your person will love about you. the look of you submitting will make your person weak haha. they will love your facial expressions too.

[ichigomis]

hii can i request how will hq boys react to "he's gone, you can come over now" tiktok trend ?? hehe thank youu, btw i love your writings ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU TEXT "HE'S GONE U CAN COME OVER NOW" AS HE LEAVES

with: atsumu, sakusa, kageyama, bokuto

note: aaaaa my first request! and it's so cuuuute~ went ahead and chose these boys hope that's ok,, and thank u nonnie ur so sweet! take all my love (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

❊ ATSUMU knew you were up to something the moment you glanced up at him from your phone, a devious grin on your face. so when you told him he had to leave immediately because you were going "somewhere", he couldn't help but play along. "am leavin'! don't forget to lock up, mkay?" he says as you give him an impatient nod before shooing him away. atsumu walked to his car with this silly little smile on his face as he waited for his phone to light up with your text, and when it did he couldn't help but laugh to himself:

he's leaving, slide in boo

knowing pretty well you were hiding somewhere to film his reaction for your tiktok, he decides to give you a little show. he runs over to his car and gets something off the back seat. and like he expected, you were giggling to yourself as you filmed him from behind your window. suddenly, atsumu emerges from his car and frantically comes running back to your door, "Y/NNNN! WHO WAS THAT TEXT FOR?" he shouts as he swings a broom around like a sword.

you snort out laughing, thinking you hit gold for your video. "tsumu what the hell-" but just as you open your front door, he grabs you by your waist and drops his broom dramatically to the ground. "did you get that hm?" he coos and your smile drops as his grows wider, "whaaat? you knew?" you groan into his chest. "you gotta practice your scheming face babe." he laughs as he kisses your little pout.

you huff out in defeat when something catches your eye, "why do you even have a broom at the back of your car?" you ask but atsumu only smirks up at you with that devious grin, ah so that's what a scheming face looks like.

❊ SAKUSA puts his mask on, getting ready to leave, but not before you attack him with a back hug. "i gotta leave, you know..." he mumbles but he turns to face you and returns your hug anyway. you say nothing, only nuzzling in deeper into his chest as he does the same. "mhm, now you can leave." you pull away with a smile and for a second, sakusa ponders on whether he should hold you for a little longer. "i'll see you later, omi." you plant a kiss on his forehead and his cheeks flush red, "i'll be back." he mutters before pulling his mask down, returning your little kiss. you wave him goodbye and smile to yourself, time to hatch your plan:

sakusa's gone, come over now!

a few minutes go by but still nothing, he hasn't even read your message. your excitement dies down and you throw your phone to the couch, deciding to focus on something else instead.

you were busying yourself with your work when you hear the front door opening, "y/n!" you hear sakusa call out and your head shoots up at him. you see him, wide-eyed and frantic. "what happened?" you ask. "i've been calling you for the past 30 minutes!" he says as he walks up at you. "what?" you check your abandoned phone and the 17 missed calls from him and just gasp, "ohmygod! i'm so sorry! but you came back for that? it was just a joke!" you say as a frown etches his features,  "no, you weren't answering so i..." he trails off, avoiding your gaze, "...got nervous." guilt rises up your stomach and your heart clenches, "oh no i'm so sorry..." you pull him in for a hug and he lets himself nestle onto you.

"and you called me sakusa, not omi..." he mumbles. and despite the guilt, you couldn't help but let a little smile slip past your lips.

❊ KAGEYAMA's hands linger on your waist as he kisses you goodbye for the day. a small giggle escapes you as you try to push him out the door, adamant to get him out the house knowing your little prank won't work unless he leaves first. with a faint groan and one last kiss on your forehead, he finally makes his way to his car. and you excitedly type away on your phone:

tobio's gone, come over now.

you look out your window, waiting for him to come running to the door, but nothing, he wasn't even in his car. you pout a little, disappointed at the outcome of your antics but shrug it off. you were just about to make your way to the kitchen when suddenly, a loud clatter outside gets your attention. you immediately check and much to your surprise (and delight lol) you see kageyama sneaking in through your living room window.

"what am i looking at right now?" you ask, trying your hardest not to burst out laughing. "just... coming in." he replies, shakily bringing his other foot inside. he clears his throat and suspiciously looks around the house too unnaturally that you couldn't contain the grin growing on your face. "it was just a prank, tobio-" you say through your giggles, finally giving up. kageyama's cheeks flush pink and he scoffs, "i- i knew that." (obviously he didn't but you just let him have that hehehe)

❊ BOKUTO pouts as his alarm goes off for the third time in the past 15 minutes. he groans into your neck and nuzzles his head deeper as if begging you to make him stay. "time to go, bo. that's the third alarm." you laugh as you push him away, urging him to get going. "b-but it's still early..." he shoots you his big pleading eyes, but you had other plans. shaking your head you push him up from the couch, "you can come over again after but now you need to get going!" and with one last attempt and a little pout, bokuto finally made it out of your apartment door. and as soon as he did, you send him the text that has been sitting on your keyboard for hours:

he's gone, u can come over now.

"who's coming over?" you jump at the voice outside your door, "your friends? can i come and hang out too?" you stifle a laugh as bokuto starts knocking on your door. "no get going!" you say through the door and you swear you hear him deflate.

"but..."

"it's a spa day, get gooooing."

"can't i join? i'll bring face masks and some snacks..."

you open the door, the smile on your face too much to hide, "after you get home from practice." you give in and he immediately brightens up. now you have to text your friends to really come over.

p.s.: i can't seem to stick to one format what's wrong with me,, aren't these too long? i may have got carried away as usual.. someone pls tell me

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