#There's a part of him that's never gonna stop loving that other guy

[dollbrbie]

♡ ⸝⸝ I LOVE YOU

cw. fratboy isagi, smut mdni, body worship, soft sex, isagi is so so so sweet in this, reader is a lil tipsy tho, crying during sex lol, they love each other sm it’s nauseating, very fluffy at the end

“isagi. fuck off.”, you groan, isagi’s hand on your wrist as you attempt to walk away.

“no. i’m so done with you pretending like you’re fine without me. you- you never wanted this. there’s no way you just randomly wanted to leave me.”, he frowns with a frustrated tone.

“i’m not doing this in front of everyone.”, you sigh, “it’s embarrassing.”

you’re not even sure how you got yourself in this situation. you were just partying with your girls, actually having some fun since your breakup. and the next minute, you had isagi’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away with his cheeks flushed in anger.

he huffs, pulling you towards him before looking for some empty bedroom to talk to you in, “well, we’re in private now.”, he crosses his arms, “and you’re gonna tell me why you left me, i don’t deserve this.”

you frown, “i told you why..”

“i don’t believe you. i don’t believe that you just wanted to throw everything away so randomly.”

“it wasn’t- it wasn’t random.”, you sigh, “shouldn’t you be happy about this? i don’t get why you keep holding onto this, onto me.”

he frowns in confusion, “why would i be happy that my girlfriend left me?”

maybe it was the fact you were tipsy, maybe it was because you missed him. but, you just felt yourself pouring out the truth that was so desperate to come out, “because i’ve- i’ve never been good enough for you. everyone says it! we don’t make sense.”

“what?”, he mumbles

“don’t act like you don’t know. you’ve heard what your friends said and it’s not like you said anything to them about it.”, you sigh, crossing your arms and looking up at isagi with a frown.

“my friends.. said shit to you? baby, please- please tell me you didn’t break up with me cause of that.”, he utters, itching closer to you with a pained expression.

you shrug, “yeah, but it’s not like they were wrong, so..”

he rubs up your shoulders, his touch so gentle and reassuring that you just wanted to cry in his arms. but you couldn’t. there’s no way you could do that right now.

“what did they say?”, he demands, an unusual tone for isagi.

“that- that i wasn’t good enough, that you shouldn’t be with a girl like me cause im too mean or whatever..”, you admit, causing isagi’s jaw to clench as he rubs his hand over his face.

“and you listened to that? you really let those assholes to you? you know i’m not even that close with them. fuck- i can’t believe you’d just let that get to your head.”

you feel your throat tighten at his tone. it was so rare to see isagi this heated, this angry, “can you stop getting mad at me?”, you ask with a crack in your voice. god that’s embarrassing.

isagi feels his heart break a little at that.

“i’m sorry- shit, i’m sorry, baby.”, he whispers, pulling you to his chest once he see’s you glossy eyes.

“i didn’t know what to do.. i thought i was doing you a favour.”

“don’t ever say shit like that. if you think i’m gonna let a few words from those guys in my frat break us up then you clearly don’t know me, baby.”, he declares, looking down at your face.

you were weirdly pretty like this, your eyes red and glossy, your glossy lips parted and your eyebrows pinched together.

and isagi just can’t help himself, pulling you into a rough, passionate kiss. he’s needed this, needed you.

and he was gonna make sure you knew it.

. . . ♡

you cry out as you feel your fourth orgasm build up, that blinding white pleasure creeping up on you again, “isagi- baby, please. it’s too much..”

“you can do just one more, can’t you? c’mon. show me how much you missed me, yeah?”, he coaxes, his hand gently wrapped around you neck as he pulls you in for a desperate kiss, bottoming out inside of you and kissing your cervix.

isagi has never been so rough before and it felt good.

the way he took you like he knew you belonged to him, like he was really marking you as his and claiming his territory was something you didn’t know you needed. he was always so sweet and gentle that it had never even crossed your mind that isagi could be like this.

“you’re mine. my girlfriend. i’m never letting you even think of leaving me again.”, he groans against your lips as his cock throbs against your gummy walls, your eyes glossy from the overwhelming pleasure.

you feel your walls flutter around his cock as you whisper, “i’m yours, baby.”

as soon as isagi feels those words he’s been so desperate to hear, he whimpers. resting his forehead against yours, he continues fucking you like he’s never before whilst his free hand explores your body, rolling and pinching your sensitive bud.

you moan against his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist as your hips stutter in attempt to match his pace, your body so, so close to climaxing.

“y’gonna cum, aren’t you?” he mumbles, “i can feel it.. c’mon, cum for me, please?”

and you do, crying out in pleasure as you attach your lips to isagi’s, his own orgasm hitting him like a ton of bricks once he feels your walls flutter around him, “oh- shit..”

you feel your thighs grow weak and your toes curl, rolling you eyes back as you struggle to catch your breath. all you could do was focus on isagi, his face beautiful as he cums. god, you missed this, you missed him. you didn’t even begin to think how much you needed this man before, but you had been so naive.

you are hopelessly in love with him.

“i love you- i love you- i love you-”, you chant like a beautiful prayer, your eyes watering from the intense feeling in your chest. this wasn’t your orgasm, it was your heart. your heart finally realising that isagi was your soulmate.

“i love you too- so much, baby. please, i can’t do this without you. i can’t live without you.”, he admits, his voice trembling as he cradles the back of your head.

“i’m not leaving, isagi. never, ever again.”, you promise.

and this is a promise you’ll keep because the truth was too strong.

you couldn’t live without your fratboy, yoichi isagi.

© dollbrbie | don’t plagiarise or translate any of my work

[c4tluver02]

sunshine and waves !

wc: 1.7

Summary: You, Steve, and the group go to the beach. The water is freezing and the kids are annoying but it's the best day ever!!!

Warnings: none! basically tooth- rotting fluff!!!!

a/n: haii im back!! i need to get back into my groove so this is similar to a fic ive written before but this ones better xoxo!!!!

The alarm makes a blaring sound, forcing you to wake up. Today you, Steve, and the group were all going to the beach. Unfortunately the beach is 3 hours away so that means waking up early, like right as the sun rises early. 

Despite being tired you were so excited to see Steve. Today was gonna be a perfect summer day with all the people you love around you. It was enough to get anyone up. You start getting ready until you hear Steve’s loud horn honk at you from the street. If you had to guess the kids were already on his nerves. His horn makes you run out the house, not trying to make everyone late. 

“Hi baby” Steve says with a smile, so happy to see you. 

“Hi my love!” You reply as you put your seatbelt on.The passenger seat was already open for you. It is your designated seat after all. Once you two started dating Steve didn't let anyone but you sit in the front seat.  

You hear all the kids groan at your guys' pet names. They are always quick to shut anything down, even just saying hello. 

“Is the rest of the group gonna meet us there?” You ask as we couldn't all fit in Steve's car.

“Yea Jonathan drove them. But of course we were stuck with the kids. Because who else would be the babysitter!” Steve sighs dramatically. They may have only been driving for 15 minutes and they may have annoyed him the whole time but Steve could never hate spending time with the kids. He secretly adores it even if he says he doesn't

“Cheer up Stevie I promise you an hour in they will all be passed out.” You tell him smiling, trying to make light of the situation. 

“Oh yea like you wont be passed out with them?” He says back to you with a smirk. He knows how you are on road trips, especially early morning ones. 

You roll your eyes as you get comfortable for the long drive ahead of you.

-

Like Steve said, you were all passed out the first 30 minutes of the drive. But luckily for Steve you woke up about an hour before you guys made it to the beach, allowing a flow of conversation that the kids wouldn't interrupt. 

“Okay you wanna wake up the kids and I'll get the stuff out the trunk?” Steve asked you as he got out of the car. 

It was little mundane moments like this that almost stopped your heart. His sentences sounded so domestic. You couldn't help but think about Steve as a dad and saying that to you. Despite not having kids you both already have your roles figured out. 

“Okay got it.” You say with a slight blush. 

You gently nudge Max's leg not wanting to scare her. She wakes up which in turn wakes the rest of them up. It wasn't the world's hardest task that Steve gave you but it was enough time for them to all fully wake up and get out. By then Steve had done his part of the job.

“Ok Dustin you hold the blankets, Mike you hold a chair, Lucus you hold this other chair.” Steve says, pointing at things for the boys to hold. 

“Why do we have to hold stuff and not you guys?” Mike asked in his typical sassy tone.

“First of all i'm holding the cooler, second of all do you have no manners Wheeler? Now man up and hold a chair.” Steve huffs as he rolls his eyes. You only just got here and he's already had to shut something down. 

There is a part of Steve in that moment that thought this might have been better if it was just the adults, or better yet just the two of you. But he knows despite these little disagreements today will be fun. 

You grab his hand, taking him out of his head. “Do you need me to grab anything?” You say just loud enough for him to hear.

“No honey it's ok we all got it.” He responds by kissing your cheek. You're already feeling sweat on the nape of your neck. 

All of you walk down as you see Jonathan, Nancy, Robin, and Eddie all setting up. 

“Wow i dont think ive ever seen Robin do physical labor in my life!” Steve says laughing.

Robin sticks her finger up at him, not giving his joke the time of day. Nancy and Jonathan sit down in their chairs as the kids unpack what was in Steve's car.

“Ok sunscreen time!” You yell not letting any of them get away before they all forget. 

Of course they all sigh wanting to just go out into the water already, but they oblige and do what you ask with no whining. 

“How do you get them to just do what you say?” Nancy asks.

“Oh, um, I don't really know? They just never really put up a fight with me.” You reply wishing you had a better answer for her.

“You must be special. I think because I'm Mike's big sister they all see me that way and love to go against whatever I say.” Nancy says playfully, shaking her head.

You giggle at her statement but Steve overheard the conversation. He can't help but think about what a great mother you would be. If only you two knew that you both have these thoughts about each other. The thing is your relationship is still on the newer side. Only dating around 6 months Steve thinks talking about kids together would just scare you away. 

“Steve, when are you thinking of going in the water?” You ask, trying to decide whether you want to sunbathe and read your book or go in since you're hot. 

“Hmmm we can go right now if you want?” He replies.

“Okay let's go.” You say getting up and taking your dress off. Steve has big heart eyes. You're absolutely gorgeous. 

He gets up and takes his shirt off to then give you a million little kisses all over your face. You giggle until he finally reaches your lips for a nice kiss.

 “You're so pretty. Have I ever told you that?” Steve asks with a head tilt.

“Maybe once or twice but you know it never really hurts to hear.” You say with a shrug but your smile gives you away. 

Steve grabs your hand and pulls you toward the ocean. “Wait.” You say

“What? What's wrong?” Steve is already in panic mode, did something happen from the time you were on the sand to the water? 

“It's really cold.” You say with a shiver and start backing up.

Steve lets a sigh he had held in. He should have known you would say that.

“Nope you cannot back out now, we're already here!” 

“But, but I just…. Maybe I'm not hot enough yet!” You say trying to reason with him. The thought of even going as deep as thigh level makes your skin rise in goosebumps. 

“Oh wait, look , they are waving at us!” Steve points over to your area. You turn around to look.

“No they aren- AHH!” Steve had picked you up bridal style. 

“Steve, please dont. It's so cold you're gonna be cold too just think about it!” You yell but ultimately nothing is stopping him and you come to the beach to swim. He walks into the water at a slow pace.

“See I'm fine! Once you get in it will feel warm I promise.”

You look at Steve with an unknowing look. You don't know if you trust what he said but he said it so kindly that you almost want to believe him. You dip your foot down so you can feel the water. It’s still as cold as when you first walked on the beach but you decide to fully go for it. Allowing Steve to let you down, you are now calf level with the water. 

You let out a blow of air as the cold shocks you. “See not bad! And it will only get warmer.” He says going deeper and faster now that you're not in his arms. 

“Yea it will only get warmer because all these kids are peeing in it.” You say with an annoyed tone that he was somewhat right. You are getting used to the water the longer you stand in it. 

After going in and splashing each other you decide it's now time to relax. The kids are still swimming around, Nancy and Jonathan are by the ice cream truck, and Robin and Eddie are building a sand castle. Now is the perfect time to sleep. 

You and Steve walk up and he starts drying himself off with a towel. You realize that he doesn't need to as the sun will do it in a matter of minutes but you decide not to bother him about it. You instead crawl onto the blanket, reaching into your bag to get your book and you feel a slap on your butt. 

“Steve! There are kids!” You whisper shout at him, eyes wide even though he just has a big smile on his face as he's gigging. 

“What? You had sand on your ass! I was just trying to help.” He says it like it was a fact. 

You start to laugh because he's laughing, the whole situation is too silly to stay mad at. You both finally lay on the towels and you open your book. It's a perfect one for this occasion and before you get through your first page Steve asks-

“Baby could you read outloud?” Steve asks in a soft tone. You can tell he's tired. He was the one who got up earlier than any of us and didn't take a nap on the drive here. Reading to him will always calm him down. 

“Of course my love.” You say in a warm tone, happy to be where you are at, in this very moment. You start reading aloud and you can see Steve get comfortable and close his eyes. He looks so pretty. But it's only a matter of minutes later that the kids come back. They simply don't know how to be quiet and now there's no nap for Steve. But again he can't stay mad at them.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

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buff guy

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ʚ Part 13 ɞ

❥ CW: chubby fem reader x buff guy, smut, hints of noncon coming from Y/N, Y/N is a vegetarian sorry not sorry

❥ A/N: the smut bug bit me and i had to write this shit sksksk please enjoy 💕

"I had a date idea," you tell Guy before taking a sip of your coffee.

"Oh yeah? Tell me."

"I was thinking," you start, swirling your coffee, "that we could go to this painting and wine tasting place. You like pay for a session and they teach you to paint a landscape or something and then you drink wine while you do it."

"That sounds nice. Do you wanna go?"

"Yeah, it would be fun! I thought you might wanna go too so that's why I brought it up."

"I would love to go with you."

"Cool, because I already bought tickets to go." He frowns.

"Why'd you buy the tickets? I could've bought them. You should've told me."

"Because I wanted to! I can do whatever I want; you can't stop me."

He pouts, huffing.

"I'm supposed to take care of you."

"Says who? I'm a grown woman; I can take care of myself." He rolls his eyes.

"Alright, alright. But I don't like it."

"Well, you're just gonna have to deal with it, mister!"

"Yeah," Liz interrupts, putting a hand on your shoulder, "just like how you're just gonna have to deal with Y/N coming back to work."

Guy rolls his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever." He stands up from his seat. "You know, I could just buy this coffee shop and put it in Y/N's job description to sit with me for as long as I want and—"

"Don't you dare!" you shout, bolting to your feet. "You will not jeopardize my job!" He laughs, holding up his hands.

"Calm down, I was kidding! I would never do anything to make you mad like that."

"You better not! I'll break up with you in a heartbeat!"

"Nooo, don't do that, I love you." You blow a raspberry at him, circling the table to give him a hug. He squeezes you tight, kissing the crown of your head. "What time should I pick you up?" You hum in thought.

"Pick me up on Friday around... five thirty. It starts at six."

"Sounds good. You don't want to eat beforehand?"

"Nah, we can eat after. Do you like Indian?"

"Yeah."

"Then we'll pick up some Indian food and go back to my place."

He grunts, resting his chin on your head.

"That sounds good." You hum.

"Good. Now, you gotta let me go." He pouts.

"But I don't wanna."

"You gotta." He moans unhappily.

"But I don't wanna." You squirm in his hold.

"Unhand me, foul beast!" He snorts, releasing you.

"I am not a beast."

"You are. You're my beast." He hums, pressing his forehead to yours.

"And you're my beauty."

"And I'm Mrs. Potts!" Liz grabs you, pushing you back to the coffee bar. "C'mon, Belle, we got work to do."

You laugh, waving at Mohammed.

"Bye, Mo!"

"Bye, beautiful."

"This place is cute!" you declare as you walk up to the storefront with Mohammed, holding his hand.

"Have you ever been here before?" he asks.

"No, I haven't. Haven't had the time, or anyone to go with."

"Not even your friends?" he inquires. You shrug.

"We're never free on the same nights. Last Friday was planned for a while."

"I get it." His hand squeezes yours. "I'm glad we have time together."

"Me too," you smile, bumping into him before he gets to the door, opening it for you.

The establishment is small, but nice, homey. It's comfortable here, casual. There's already a crowd formed in the front room. You stand there awkwardly, only relaxing when Mohammed puts an arm around your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

"It's crowded," he whispers.

"They had limited seats available when I bought the tickets," you mumble back, looking around. The rest of the room was filled with women chatting with each other, glancing your way before leaning in together and giggling. "You seem to be popular."

"You say that like I care." There's lips pressed against your temple. "I'm here with you."

"I know, I know. I just..." Your voice drifts off as you see a woman eyeing your boyfriend, looking him up and down hungrily.

"Don't get insecure on me." His hand moves to your waist, squeezing the fat there. "If you do, I'll have to get rid of those thoughts later."

You look up at him.

"What do you mean?"

"Alright, everyone!" a woman at the front claps, raising her hands for everyone's attention. "It's time to start! Please follow me into the next room."

"You'll see," he mutters, winking at you before grabbing your hand, pulling you along. You contemplate his words as he guides you into the next room.

There's dozens of easels with canvases and stools, paints and brushes beside them. At the end of each aisle are buckets filled with ice and wine bottles. You're prompted to take a seat anywhere, so you find some place in the middle of the room, not immediately at the front but also not too far away from it. You and Mohammed take a seat. He adjusts his easel so it's closer to yours, his seat following him so that you're right beside each other. The action makes you smile.

"Alrighty! Good evening, everyone! Thank you for coming to 'On Cloud Wine'. We're going to start so grab your brushes and get yourself a glass!"

Some of the women cheer happily, and you stifle a giggle. Guy grabs the wine bottles beside him, holding them up for you to look.

"Do you want red or white?"

"White," you reply. "I prefer the sweeter stuff." He grunts, putting the red wine back in the bucket. You grab your glass as he opens the bottle. He takes it from you, filling your glass half way before handing it back to you. You bring the glass to your lips, taking a sip. You hum.

"Not as sweet as I like it, but I guess it'll work."

"I'll get you better wine later," he leans in to whisper, making you chuckle. He returns the white wine before grabbing the red, opening it and filling his own glass. You hear soft music before you look to the front of the class, seeing something projected on the wall.

"Oh my god," you mumble, realization hitting you. You lean close to Guy and whisper, "oh my god!"

"What? What am I missing?" he asks, glancing around the room. You grab his shirt and tug him closer.

"Is this seriously it?" you ask, motioning to the projection at the front of the room.

"Who's that?" he asks as a gentle voice is cast throughout the room.

"It's Bob Ross! You don't know who Bob Ross is?"

"I don't know a lot about art." You roll your eyes, leaning ever closer.

"He used to do art tutorials on TV way back when. I think this is it: this is the whole class. It's just wine and Bob Ross."

"Oh..." He glances at you. "Is that bad?"

"It's a rip off!" you hiss. "We could've done this on our own!"

Someone shushes you and you shush them back out of spite, making Guy chuckle.

"Do you want to leave?" You sigh.

"No. I spent money on this and they don't give refunds. God damn it, I should've read the terms and conditions better."

"Hey," his hand finds your thigh and gives a gentle squeeze. "Don't beat yourself up. It's fine. We'll make the most of it."

You pout, huffing before chugging your glass of wine. You swallow, making a soft gagging sound.

"This is not what I thought it would be."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes."

You paint unhappily, following the tutorial on the wall; well, barely following it. You take your creativity and project it onto your canvas, using different colors than directed, making more trees and less bushes around your lake. You don't bother with mountains, keeping your forest level, a sunset in the distance. Or sunrise, however you looked at it.

"Are you at least having fun?" you ask Mohammed halfway through.

"Yeah," he says with a smile. "I don't think I've ever painted like this except for in school."

"Really? But it's so fun."

"I can see that now. We should do this at home some time."

"At home?" you ask, tilting your head. He glances at you sheepishly before going back to his painting.

"At... I meant your place."

"Oh..." You swallow, glancing between him and your painting. "Do... you see my apartment as a home?"

"It's... well, it's certainly more homey than my place."

"I've never been to your place..."

He stops, looking at you.

"Do you want to come to my place?"

"I... I mean, eventually. I just... I don't know. I've never thought about going to your place. Is it far?" He shrugs, moving his brush again.

"Not really. It's pretty much in the center of the city." You hum, adding a cloud to your scenery.

"We should go there some time."

"We can. Just... not tonight."

"Why not?"

"It's not clean. My cleaning lady comes tomorrow. It's dusty."

"You don't dust yourself?" He shrugs.

"I'm always too busy or too tired to clean."

"Do you at least do your own laundry?"

"Yes, Y/N. I'm not lazy, I just don't do the little stuff like dusting or vacuuming."

"Alright…" You decide to add a star off into the distance. "You better not expect me to clean for you in the future."

"No. That's why I have a cleaning lady. I'm not gonna make you do that stuff. Don't want your pretty hands to get dirty."

You bark out a laugh and get shushed again. You roll your eyes.

The video finishes just as soon as it began. You're somewhat satisfied with your painting. Perhaps you'd be more satisfied if you had followed the tutorial properly.

"Yours is nice," Guy says, leaning over to get a better look at your painting.

"Thanks." You look over at his. It's a bit messy and rough, but it's so him. "I like the house you added. And the little people."

"Oh, yeah." He points at the stick figures smiling. "That's you and me. And that's our summer home by the lake." You giggle.

"Oh my god, that's so cute. That's so sweet, Mo, I love it." He grunts.

"Yours looks better. It's like a professional's."

"It is not!"

"It is! I'd buy that at an art show."

"You would not."

"I would. I'd love to have that." You glance at the painting, then back at him.

"You can have it if you want."

His eyes dart to you, stunned.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I don't like it enough to keep it, but you can have it."

He huffs, his lips curling as he looks back at your painting.

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

When you arrive back at your apartment, you leave your painting in his car. He carries dinner up to your apartment and you hold the door open for him. He kisses your cheek as ‘thanks’.

You put on a movie as you eat, chatting.

“What’d you get?”

“Vegetable Biryani, and some naan. What about you?”

“Butter Chicken. Do you want some?”

“No offense, but no.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t eat chicken.”

“Why not?” You shrug.

“I don’t eat meat.”

“What?” He puts down his food, looking at you. “You don’t eat meat? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“It wasn’t important.”

“It’s very important! I’ve been eating meat around you nonstop. I feel like an asshole.”

“Why?”

“Because you don’t eat meat and I do and that’s, like, half of the stuff I eat!”

“Oh my gosh, Mo, it’s okay. I can’t control you; you can make your own choices. This is just my choice.”

“Oh my god. That’s why you don’t eat a lot of protein. It makes so much sense.”

“Excuse you! I get plenty of protein!”

“I wasn’t saying that; please don’t take it like that. I meant, like, you just eat beans and stuff. That’s why you eat mostly appetizers and side dishes when there’s a lot of meat on the menu. Oh my god, I’m such an asshole.”

“Guy,” you put your hand on his arm, making him look at you. “It’s fine. I prefer being vegetarian, but I don’t expect you to do it too. You gotta live your own life.” He looks at you, taking a deep breath.

“I’m gonna eat less meat.”

“What?”

“For you. Once this meal is gone, I’ll stop eating meat around you.”

“Guy, you don’t have to do that—”

“I want to. I’m going to. You can’t stop me.” You roll your eyes, taking a bite of your food.

“You can do whatever you want, I guess.”

When dinner is done, you snuggle close to him, but he moves away.

“What’s wrong?” you pout.

“I should wash my hands. And brush my teeth. I got meat mouth,” he says as he gets up off the couch.

“Oh my god, Guy, this is excessive.”

“Do you have a spare toothbrush?”

“Guy, it’s fine. You don’t need to brush you teeth for me. Plus, I don't have a spare, do you can't."

He stands there, clenching his fists.

“Do you at least have mouthwash?” You groan, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, it’s on the bathroom sink.”

“Thank you.”

When he leaves, you flop down on the couch, barely watching the movie. You hear the sink run for a bit, as well as some gargling sounds. Everything is turned off and he comes back out with a smile.

“All clean for my girl.”

“Are you happy?” you ask.

“Yes, very.”

“At least there’s that.”

“Aw, don’t pout. C’mere.” He reaches for you when he gets to the couch, helping you sit back up as he sits beside you. “Did my pretty girl have a nice day?”

You shrug.

“Yeah, I guess.” He frowns.

“You didn’t have fun today?”

“No, it’s not that. It’s just… well, the wine thing was a bust and then you freaked out about me being vegetarian and you eating meat. And then you insist on brushing your teeth, like, good god man, just chill.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“I’m sorry. I just don’t want it to bother you.”

“It’s never bothered me before.”

“Not that you’ve told me.”

“Because it hasn’t! Look, Guy, it’s just not my choice. Would it be cool if you were vegetarian too? Or course it would, because then we could bond over that, but I still love you even if you eat meat. It’s just not the choice I want to make.” He grunts, rubbing his thumbs over the back of your hands.

“I still don’t want to eat meat around you now. And that’s my choice.”

“Okay, okay.”

He twists his mouth, looking up at you.

“Can we… maybe… fool around a little?” You scoff.

“Is that why you’re making a big deal about the meat thing? Because you wanted to kiss and touch me?”

“Obviously. Been thinking about it all day, but I don’t want to touch you with my dirty meat hands or mouth. That’s why I wanted to get clean for you, before we started anything.” You huff, rolling your eyes.

“You’re such a dweeb.”

“Is that a ‘no’ then?”

“It’s a ‘come here and kiss me before I kick you out for being a nerd’ thing.”

He nods, scooting closer so he can plant his lips on yours. It’s soft, and sweet. His lips are minty, leaving a cool sensation against you. It’s tingly. It makes you want to taste the inside of his mouth.

When your lips mold together, you lick over his bottom lip. He opens for you, naturally, letting you move inside. You can taste the mouth wash he just used. It tastes a bit odd with the curry flavor still in your mouth. You pull away.

“I should clean my teeth too.”

“What? No, no, you taste amazing, come back here.” His hands find your cheeks, holding you tenderly as he brings your mouths back together. You moan softly as he glides his tongue over yours, trailing along your teeth. You snake your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him. His hands find your waist, holding firm, squeezing. It makes you moan into his mouth. You pull away again.

“Should I take the dress off?” you ask, and his face lights up.

“Oh my god, yes, please.”

You giggle, pulling back so you can shimmy the dress over your head, dropping it to the floor, leaving you in just panties. Guy stares, his eyes trailing over you.

“You get prettier every time I see you.” You scoff.

“You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not, I’m really not.” He balls his hands into fists. “I wanna touch you. Can I touch you?”

“Of course.”

He rushes to put his hands on you, firm and strong against your waist before sliding up to your breasts, giving them a hearty squeeze. His touch is so rough that it pushes you back on the couch. It doesn’t faze him: he simply crawls over you, still touching, still palming your flesh and digging his fingers into you.

“Guy, s-slow down! We’ve got all night!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You can feel his pace slow just a bit, but then it speeds up again, his hands kneading your breasts rabidly. You’re moaning, voice hitching and squeaking as he pinches your nipples roughly.

“Mo, Mo,” you grab his hands and peel them off of you.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I pushed you too hard, didn’t I?”

“Mo, calm down. Breathe.” He stares at you, taking a deep breath before letting it go. “What’s gotten into you? You were so cool and collected last time, what happened?”

“I’m sorry, I…” He huffs, running a hand over his face. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since last time.”

“Like…?”

“Like, I’ve jerked off every day since then.” Your eyes widen.

“You have?” He nods. “Do… you think about me or—”

“Of course I think about you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I think about your body and your moans and the fucking adorable face you made when you came and then I get hard and I have to jerk off.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

You sit in silence, curling your legs towards you as you sit up.

“How many times have you jerked off?”

“Like… at least twice a day every day since I fingered you.”

That’s hot. That’s really hot. You squeeze your legs together, feeling yourself leak at the thought of him jacking off to the thought of you.

“Can you… tell me what you think of?”

“What do I not think of?” He slumps against the couch. “I think about that day a lot, obviously, but then I think of these silly fantasies and—”

“What kind of fantasies?”

“Well… I think about our first time together, what that’ll be like. How you’ll feel around my cock. The way you’ll moan.”

“What else?”

“I… well, one fantasy I had was us going on a trip together somewhere romantic, like Italy or France or something, and taking you on a bunch of tours. And you’re wearing the cutest outfits and you just look so pretty the whole time. And then we get back to our hotel and you just want me so bad that you can’t stop touching me and kissing me—what are you doing?”

You stop, realizing what you had done, snatching your hand from your underwear.

“Oh my god—”

“Were you—”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry—”

“Were you touching yourself?”

“I’m so sorry, Guy, I didn’t even realize it! I’m so sorry, please, let’s just forget it ever happened and—”

He grabs your hand, the one that had been shoved into your panties, staring at you intensely.

“Can… Can you do it again? Can I watch?”

You’re shocked, blinking owlishly.

“What?”

“Can I watch you touch your pussy?”

“You… you want to see me do that?”

“Yes, I—oh my god, I can’t believe I’m telling you this—it’s a fantasy I’ve had before and I—”

You put a finger to his lips, silencing him. Your hand moves to touch his cheek.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to explain.”

You scoot back on the couch, shimmying out of your panties and dropping them to the ground with your dress, spreading your legs for him. He watches with wide eyes as you suck on your middle finger for a moment before bringing it down to your cunt, moving in between your lips to touch your clit.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, leaning forward to get a better look. “Oh my god.”

Having him watch you turns you on as you touch yourself. You move your finger down to your entrance, collecting your slick and going back to your clit.

“Can…” He swallows hard. “Can you spread yourself open so I can see?”

You silently do as he asks, bringing your opposite hand to your cunt and pulling your lips open, holding them there as your finger goes back to your clit. You hear him groan, glance down to see him palm at his crotch.

“Are you hard?”

“Y-Yeah. Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You move your finger faster, staring at him. “Can I see it?” He blinks, gulping.

“I… I don’t know, I—”

“You don’t have to,” you rush out, readjusting your position. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I just… I’d really like to see it, if you want to show me.”

His hand fidgets; he won’t look at you.

“I… I’m worried you’ll be disappointed.”

Oh. He must be small; that’s why he was so insecure about it.

“I don’t care what it looks like, Mo. I’ll like it because it’s you.” He looks up at you.

“I’m worried you won’t want anything to do with me once you see me.”

You stop touching yourself, sitting up and touching his hand gently.

“Mohammed, it’s okay. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to, but just know that I’ll be happy no matter what you look like because I like you as a person.”

He glances at you, then back at his crotch, sighing.

“Just… please don’t freak out or break up with me.”

“I won’t, I swear on my life.”

He sucks in his bottom lip, letting it go with a loud sigh. He reaches down to undo his belt, unzipping himself. You steel your nerves, forcing your face to be neutral, just in case he really was as small as you were imagining.

It’s fine, you thought. You’ve dated guys who were smaller than average before! He can make you cum regardless if he’s big or not; he loves you and will do whatever it takes to make you feel good. Just don’t freak out if he’s little. Don’t freak out, don’t freak out, don’t—

You blink when he releases himself.

“Oh my—”

You slap a hand over your mouth, trying to stay calm. He slumps a bit, trying to tuck himself away.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve never shown you. I’ll go, I—”

“Mo, wait!” He stops, looking up at you, defeated. “Can… can you take it out again?”

He sighs, doing as you ask, leaning back on his hands so you could see. You stare awkwardly, zipping your lips together, squeezing your legs shut.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says glumly. “I know it’s unrealistic to think that sex would be good with this size.”

“Mo, are you—”

“I’ve heard it before. My exes have complained. I know it’s annoying to deal with, so we don’t have to go forward if you don’t want to. I understand if you want to break up and just be friends, I just—”

“H-Hold on! Lemme think!”

He shuts his mouth, his hands grabbing his jeans anxiously. You swallow, bringing your hands to your chest as you stare at his cock.

“Are… are you hard?”

“No. How can I be hard when I’m nervous about my girlfriend hating my size?”

“I… I don’t hate it, I just…”

“Just what?”

“It’s…” You gulp, biting your lip. “Mo, it’s… it’s so big.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

You hesitantly kneel closer, getting a better look. God, he was huge. You’d only ever seen dicks like this in the form of dildos or in pornos with skinny actresses being fucked stupid. You didn’t ever think you would see one of this size in real life.

And it was turning you on.

Just looking at his cock was making you leak like a faucet. Fuck, your cunt was squeezing around nothing, aching to be filled, to be filled by him. His cock was a bit darker than his skin, the head uncut. His balls were massive; you couldn’t imagine how heavy they were. His dick must’ve been bigger than the circumference your fingers could make. Was he as thick as a soda can? You didn’t know, couldn’t tell when your horny brain only had one thing on its mind.

“Mo, it… I’ve never seen a dick this big before.”

“I didn’t think so…” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. “Look, if you want to break up, can you please just say it? I don’t know how long I can handle this torture…”

“Guy.” He glances at you. “I don’t want to break up.” You lean closer, putting your hand on his clothed thigh. “I’ve never wanted to fuck you more than I do right now.”

His eyes go wide.

“You… what?”

“I said, I’ve never wanted to—”

“I-I heard you, but… but why? Aren’t you freaked out? Aren’t you intimidated?”

“I mean, sure, it’s jarring at first but… I mean, I have a big dildo. It’s not like I couldn’t take you.”

“Wha—”

“Wait, I wonder how your sizes compare. Hold on, let me—”

“Wait!” He grabs your arm, keeping you planted on the couch. “You… you don’t want to break up with me? You’re not scared it’ll hurt? You’re not gonna call it an ‘elephant trunk’ or a ‘third leg’ or—”

“What? No! Are you kidding? Who talks like that?”

“I… I mean… I’ve been with girls in the past and most of them were too scared and even the ones who did try didn’t always like it and—”

“Stop.” You grab his hand with both of yours, holding it tenderly. “Do you care more about those past girls’ opinions, or do you care more about mine?”

“Y-Yours.”

“Good. Well, I’m telling you that I like it. I love it, in fact. I mean, god, I’m so excited right now that I wanna deep throat you but I know my mouth would barely be able to fit the head—”

“Woah, woah, woah.” He holds up his hands, breathing deep. “I—shit, I didn’t expect you to react like this—I still want to go slow, I—”

“Wait, did you want to go slow because you thought I wouldn’t like how big you are?” He pauses, looking over your face.

“Um… yeah…”

“Oh my god, get over here!”

You grab his face, smashing your lips against his. He gasps, giving you the opportunity to slide your tongue into his mouth. You start crawling into his lap, straddling his thighs, your hips plopping down on his cock. He inhales sharply, pulling away.

“Wait, no, I don’t—mmph!” Your lips are on his again, silencing him. He grunts, grabbing your shoulders and pushing you back. “Hold on!”

“Mo, please, I’m so horny for you right now.”

“I get that but—” He groans when you dart for his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses there. The sensation makes him moan, his hips bucking. Your hands travel over his chest, down his abs, towards—

“Wait!”

Suddenly, you’re flung onto your back, wrists pinned to the couch, his body looming over you. He’s panting, your chest is heaving, and he can’t stop himself from glancing at your tits.

“You—Jesus—you gotta calm down.”

“I can’t!” you whine, struggling under his hold. “I wanna fuck, like, now!”

“Y/N, this is ridiculous, why are you acting so—”

He stops when your hips lift and hit his cock, his voice breaking. He swallows, glancing up at you, seeing you stare right back at him, eyes wide, lips pouting.

“Mo, please, I’m so horny—”

“You’re acting crazy—”

“Well, how would you act if you saw the best pussy ever and wanted it?!”

“Like I am now!”

You’re taken aback. He sighs, hanging his head in defeat.

“I don’t want our first time together to be on a couch.”

“I…” You inhale, sighing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for acting crazy, I just… Jesus Christ, Mo, do you have any idea how badly I want to have sex with you?” He glances at you and you see his cock twitch out of the corner of your eye. You swallow. “I… I mean, you’re so attractive, and you made me cum so easily once already and… god, I just know it’s gonna feel good and I want it now.”

“Y/N…” He sighs, hanging his head again. “I’m not gonna fuck you here.”

“I… I know…”

“But…” He looks up at you slow, anxious. “But I don’t want to leave you like this.”

You furrow your brow as he brings your hands together in front of your chest, holding them together with one of his large hands. His now free hand moves between you, grabbing his cock. Your eyes widen as he moves his hips closer, bringing his cock to your pussy and resting the underside against your pussy lips. You inhale sharply, looking back up at him. He’s not looking at you, his lips tight as he focusing on moving his hips between your legs, rubbing his dick against your pussy.

“I’ll… give you this… but you gotta wait for the rest… okay?”

“O-Okay,” you reply, your voice small. You look back down in between the two of you, spreading your legs as wide as you can so he has better access to you. He grunts, licking over his lips, focused. “Can… can I touch you?” He glances up at you, unsure.

“Do you promise not to go crazy again?”

“I-I promise. Please, I just—I just wanna touch you.”

He sighs but nods, releasing your hands slowly. You move your hands to his biceps, holding on as his hips pick up in pace.

“Does… Does it feel good?” he asks, sounding unsure.

“I…” You bite your lip, looking up at him. “C-Can you spread me open, so it can touch my clit?”

“Oh! Y-Yeah, sure.”

He moves his hands over your thighs, inhaling deep when he reaches your pussy. He tucks his thumbs over your pussy lips, pulling them apart, letting his cock sink down to your soaked labia.

“O-Oh…” he mutters.

“N-Now you can move.” He nods, pulling back slightly before pushing forward, the head of his cock brushing your clit, making you keen. “Good, that’s it. That feels good.”

“Yeah? You like it?”

“Mm-hm. Want more.”

“I’m not fucking you.”

“I know that, but you can move a little faster, can’t you?”

He scoffs, shaking his head, but doing as you ask. His hips move forward faster, a little harder, putting more pressure on your clit. You moan softly, moving your hands to his shoulders.

“It feels good, Mo.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You squeeze his shoulders, massaging his neck.

“Can… Can you cum like this?”

“Mm-hm. I think so.”

“Fuck,” he hangs his head, hands moving to your thighs, pushing them back. “Look, I know it’s not ideal, but I promise I’ll get that hotel for next weekend and book a nice restaurant that has food you’ll like. I’ll treat you like a princess in and out of bed all night, okay?”

“Okay.” You sigh when he moves faster. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Of course, baby, of course.”

He leans down to kiss you, letting your lips mold languidly. You hold his head with both hands, opening your mouth to capture his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging on it when you pull yourself back. He moans, blinking when you release him and stare up at him with innocent doe eyes.

“You… you…” He huffs, moving his hips faster, making you gasp. He grabs the back of your knees, pushing your legs towards your chest, making you squeak as he thrusts faster. “You do this shit on purpose, don’t you?”

“Mo—”

“You’re just trying to rile me up so I’ll fuck you, but I won’t. Not on your fucking couch. Gonna get you the best bed and the best champagne and fuck you so good you won’t ever doubt yourself ever again.”

“Mo!”

“I’m gonna make you cum over and over, all night long, until you’re begging me to stop. But in the morning, I’m gonna do it all over again, and then I’m gonna do it in the shower, and on the balcony, and maybe even my car. And then I’ll fuck you on this stupid couch.”

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock!”

He chokes, his hips thrusting wildly until you squeal, nails digging into his shirt. At the same time, hot liquid sprays over your stomach, all the way up to your chest. His hips slow, still rubbing against your sensitive clit, making you whimper until he stops. He’s panting, clutching the couch, arms straight so as not to fall on you.

“Shit,” he curses, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do that.”

You look down at the cum covering you, pooling in your belly button and the fold of your stomach.

“I-It’s okay.”

“Fuck, it’s not. Do you have a towel or something?”

“I—”

“Never mind, I’ll just use my shirt.”

He sits up, grabbing his shirt behind his neck and pulling it off his head, revealing his chiseled physique. You stare at his body as he wipes the cum off of you, his face sour as he finishes.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, sitting up. He sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, dragging it down as he looks away.

“This isn’t how I imagined tonight going.”

“Well, how’d you imagine it?”

“I imagined seducing you properly and eating you out. I wanted you to cum on my face. I didn’t want to hump your pussy like some fucking teenager.”

“I mean, we could always still do that.” He scoffs, smiling at you.

“Don’t be greedy.” He sighs again, sitting back against the couch, holding a hand out to you. You take it and he helps you up to sit beside him. You crawl closer, kissing his cheek.

“I had fun.”

“Don’t say things just to try and make me feel better.”

“I’m not! That was really fun. And sexy. You felt how wet I was.” He grunts.

“I did. It was hard not to go further.”

“Well, we’ll do it next week, once you have everything prepared like you want. And then it’ll be perfect.” He looks at you, hopeful.

“You think so?”

“Yeah. It’ll be great, I just know it.” You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for a kiss. You give each other a few pecks before pulling away. He looks down at his shirt, huffing.

“I need to wash this.”

“You could always wash it here and just sleep over.” He arches his brow.

“You wouldn’t mind?"

“You’ve done it already. Plus, I like to cuddle properly after sexy stuff. You’d be doing me a favor.” He scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he smiles and wraps an arm around your waist, bringing you closer.

“Well, if you insist, how can I say no?”

[a-vibing-potato]

Ignoring how angsty they are, 5x3 and 5x4 of Supernatural are SO GOOD for me as a Castiel and Destiel supporter like oh my gosh

5x3:

Dean gets jumpscared by Cas in the mirror

The turn around and the fucking LOOK. OH MY GOD THE LOOK. Gay fuckers I swear. Dean looking Cas up and down and looking SPECIFICALLY AT HIS LIPS with his babygirl eyelashes and they're lowkey breathing each other's air and-

"Cas, we've talked about this. Personal space?" Like WHEN did you guys talk about this! WHEN did you have TIME

"My apologies" and the step back :(((( I'm just a slut for characters saying apologize/apologies instead of just sorry

Cas is so curious for Sam <3

"Give me one good reason why I should do this." UM, he literally rebelled for you? He was killed and died for you? He's the reason you got to see Sam right before he killed Lilith? He's the only way you got away from Raphael alive? Need I name more? You just owe him one dude.

"Because your Michael's vessel and no one will dare harm you." "Oh, so I'm your bullet shield." I mean, yeah, that too

"I need your help because you are the only one who'll help me. Please." BABY MY HEART SWEETIE

Dean leaning away from Cas' touch and Cas' confused look and Dean going "Whoa. Last time you zapped me someplace I didn't poop for a week. We're driving." yes please

(Also the excitement I had for Cas being passenger princess was UNREAL)

Cas' genuine belief that they can tell the truth and people will understand and believe them. Honey, I wish so much for you :(

DEAN HAVING A FAKE ID FOR CAS???? LIKE WHY??? HOW??? WHEN DID YOU HAVE THIS MADE??? BECAUSE CAS SEEMS SUPER CONFUSED LIKE HE DIDN'T POSE FOR AN ID PICTURE BUT THERE HAS TO BE AN ID PICTURE RIGHT??? HOW WHY WHAT WHEN WHERE-

The tender readjusting of Cas' trench coat and shirt collar to get him prepped for interviewing the sheriff <333

"Because that's how you become the President." Did I ever mention how much I love Dean?

Dean introducing himself as FBI and Cas being absolutely ZERO EMOTION OR DESIRE TO TALK OR DO ANYTHING

The ID being upside down

Dean flipping it right side up and saying that he's new <3

CAS LOOKING AT HIS OWN ID CURIOUSLY. BABY JUST WANTS TO KNOW HE'S SO SWEET AND PRECIOUS.

Cas sitting in peak dissociation until he blurts out that angels and demons are causing this. Like honey you haven't talked in ten minutes and showed no desire to do so, why now lol

"What did he say?" "Nothing." "Demons." *look at each other* "Nothing." "Demons."

Dean's pointed look at Cas, clearly telling him to shut up. "Anyway..."

"He's down at St. Pete's." "St. Pete's." Baby thinks he's being so helpful lol. You're doing great, sweetie <3

"Just an empty vessel." Dude that's literally still a human. Like that just makes me think of referring to all humans as empty vessels, because, I mean, they are all just potential vessels waiting to be filled.

"So is this what I'm looking at if Michael jumps in my bones?" and Cas' response being basically "Nope! It'll be worse :)"

"Where've you been?" "Jerusalem." Great, just normal Tuesday things lmao

"You keep saying we're gonna trap [Raphael]. Isn't that kinda like trapping a hurricane with a butterfly net?" and Cas' response being "Nope! It'll be worse :)" Part 2

"Do we have any chance of surviving this?" "You do." LIKE YOU DON'T??? (I FLIPPED MY SHIT WHEN HE SAID THIS)

"So odds are you're a dead man tomorrow." "Yes." AND YOU'RE JUST CHILL ABOUT IT??? YOU JUST DIED AREN'T YOU SCARED!

"Well. Last night on earth. What are your plans?" "I just thought I'd sit here quietly." Stop he's so real for that

"Booze, women?" AND CAS IS SO FLUSTERED POOR THING HE'S SO INNOCENT I CAN'T DEAN YOU'RE MAKING HIM UNCOMFORTABLE

"You have been with women before. Right? Or an angel, at least?" AND THE UNCOMFORTABLE NECK RUB LIKE NO WHY WOULD HE HAVE BEEN? WHEN WOULD HE HAVE DONE THAT? Dean Winchester, do you really think Cas would've done that?

"Look, I've never had occasion, okay?" Yeah, and that's totally fine baby like that fits your life story and character arc, no need to be embarrassed

"There are two things I know for certain. One, Bert and Ernie are gay. Two, you are not gonna die a virgin. Not on my watch. Let's go." aka the GAYEST sentence of all time. I wish the next scene was them fucking dirty on the mattress because oh my GOD, DEAN

POOR Cas in the strip club, he looks close to tears, probably shaking. Sweetheart... he does not belong here. The autism doesn't like the club and the gay doesn't like the women lol

"This is a den of iniquity. I should not be here." BABY not to mention being somewhat of an ex-ANGEL in a strip club. That's fucking rough.

POOR CAS chugging that beer like it's his lifeline. He's also probably never really drank too much if at all before, so a lot of firsts for baby.

His begging, pleading look to Dean when he's about to go with the stripper :(

THE SCREAM?? And Cas looking a little disheveled with his trench coat coming off his shoulder a little bit <3 but also poor babe, couldn't even get his JACKET off before he got pushed out of bed

NOT CAS USING THE GIRL'S DADDY ISSUES AS FOREPLAY

"This whole industry runs on absent fathers." STOP

This being the hardest Dean's laughed in years <333 (and that's the story of how Cas got banned from a strip club :))

Cas's Enochian chanting >>> plus "I'm here, Raphael. Come and get me, you little bastard." is this honey's first time cussing??? or am I just forgetting some other time? Just feels like something he doesn't do.

CAS CALLING RAPHAEL HIS LITTLE BITCH

Cas looks so fucking beautiful riding in the passenger seat like the princess he is <3

5x4:

Cas standing on the side of the road, talking to Dean on the phone but a car goes by

"What???? What?! I didn't- I didn't get that." one of my FAVORITE Cas moments I've seen so far (and this is counting ALLL the spoilers I've seen for like season 9+) because his entire voice changes!! He drops the deep voice AND the gravel and is all high-pitched and ADORABLE and it makes me wonder if the gravely deep voice IS his actual voice or if he just puts it on for show. My headcanon is he just puts it on to sound more powerful but BABE.

THE quote of all time "This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

"I'll be there immediately." "Whoa, I've got stuff I need to do!" "What stuff?" Cas is so ready to roll lmao

"I'll just wait here then." Poor baby :( Dean hung up on him :(

"Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" WHAT??????? WHAT?!?!?!? AFTER LAST EPISODE WHERE HE WAS SO EASILY FLUSTERED BY SEX??? ORGY??? MY BOY

"What are you, a hippie?" "I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me."

End!Cas IMMEDIATELY understanding and knowing what's up with Dean

My favorite part of the entire episode: His SMILE and his GIGGLING and oh my gosh he's just so HAPPY and sweetheart <333

"no dice"

"Are you stoned?" "Generally, yeah." (With giggling!)

(Talking about torturing people) "No, that's good. Classy." *End!Cas laughs* "What? I like past you." (ALSO forgot to mention but I LIVE for the vibes of End!Cas in his ratty-ish lowcut shirt and baggy pants and just laid back energy, and in this scene specifically adored him propping his legs up on the table :) like our 2009 Cas would never do that)

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" "Yes." "-Okay."

"Are you coming?" *End!Cas sighs* "Of course."

"He's coming." "-Okay." (Also one of my favorite things about End! Cas is every time he asks a question, End!Dean says some answer that End!Cas obviously thinks is wrong and kinda stupid, but End!Cas immediately just responds with okay before End!Dean has even hardly finished his sentence. He goes wherever his boyfriend goes <33)

Cas driving???? I mean, it's End!Cas but still. And taking pills ON THE ROAD?!

"It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe." Icon, honestly

"But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of— psshhew!—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months." he's so chill about it though, like I hate this for him but also relatable queen

"So you're human. Welcome to the club." "Thanks." (genuine)

"Why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for." Once again, ICON

"Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's, that's just how I roll." That is NOT how you roll but I love you

CAS SAVING DEAN FROM ZACHARIAH YES PLEASE

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas." "We had an appointment." (and Cas' genuine smile!!! He missed his boyfriend and couldn't wait for their date :))))

[technicallydangerousphantom]

This is so stupid, but I'm up late and do you guys think that any of grians allies in the life series have ever seen him interact with Scar and thought 'oh, there's a part of him that's never gonna be ours,'

[leviiackrman]

I just found out what happens to dabi at the end of mha. Don’t talk to me.

[connormoving]

i am going to try watching a show i never got 2 finish. not telling u what it is incase i actually am not able to

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe cameron x sweet virgin!reader

she told you she celibate but she told me I can nail her shit

cw: mdni 18+, virgin!reader but has some other experience, lowkey a freak tho, toxic rafe, corruption kink : >, size kink, first times, rafe goes a lil crazy, sweetie pie reader x insane yandere bf rafe is lowkey my favorite trope

~ 6k words

a/n: happy valentine’s day my loves <3 i didn’t read this over and i’m so sorry if there’s hella mistakes i will fix it later! this may or not be self-insert yes even that part

the trouble all began with sarah cameron and her big mouth. well really both of you were to blame, but you’d think she would be quieter when her older brother was lurking around. you were older than her by a few years, closer to his age than hers, not that it mattered though, rafe treated you like you were practically wheezie’s age. you didn’t let it sting you any more you had long gotten over trying to be seen as a woman in rafe cameron’s eyes. or maybe you just stopped watching him, he’s always noticed you but you felt out reach, until now. when he overhears his sister’s words he almost breaks the glass of water he’s holding.

“a virgin at 19 looking like you do is insane” sarah looked you up and down as you tried on the dress you’d bought together at the mall. you got shy at her words, you knew she wasn’t judging you but instead genuinely in disbelief that men weren’t throwing themselves at you. you had long mastered the art of looking unapproachable and uninterested after too many bad experiences.

“stoppp is it so hard to believe, you know how bad it’s been for me?” he really hopes no one sees him leaning against the wall next to his sister’s door, he’d look like such a weirdo. wheezie would never let him live this down, she’d barely held back on letting his little crush slip before. if sarah ever found out he’d be in another hell.

“fuck you’re right, if they can’t make you come what’s the point?” rafe winced at his sister’s words, willing away the temptation to gag. he was trying to focus on the fact that no guy had made you come before instead.

“you’re awful, but i’m done with men for a long time. im gonna focus on college and not waste time on them.” he relished in the twisted feeling that no one could touch you, even if the losers before had a chance they clearly couldn’t cut it.

“righttt being in a dorm filled with horny guys is gonna make that easier.” sarah deadpanned and you shoved her, seeing her point. you hadn’t thought about it like that.

“okay leave me alone i’ve been successful so far”

“oh my god speak of the devil, john b’s calling me over, can you cover for me? i’ll be back in like two hours max, promise.” you were a little disappointed she was leaving you but you knew how difficult it was for her to see him without someone covering for her. you nodded and pulled out your phone.

“fine but i’m ordering pizza,” rafe didn’t know if he should be terrified or elated that you two would be home alone for two hours. why did it have to be today that the rest of his family fucked off? was this divine intervention?

“save me a slice!” rafe could hear his sister rustling around, getting ready to go, so he did the same.

“you’re gonna be too busy eating di-“ rafe promptly ran off at that. he’d heard enough, his imagination would run wild with this new information.

it was half an hour later when, like clockwork, rafe made sure to be near the front door for the pizza delivery. he paid and tipped the guy, while you were making your way down at the sound of the doorbell. he hurries back upstairs, nearly running into you on the stairs. your eyes trace his pretty features and then land on the box in his hands, shock and horror cascading your face. rafe can’t believe that you look so good even now, you’re wearing a crop top with seemingly no bra underneath and high waisted sweatpants. to him you look like a model.

“hey! that’s my pizza” rafe laughs and continues up the stairs, you turn on your heel and follow him up. you’re kinda hangry and your pizza being held hostage is not helping your mood.

“i just paid for it so i don’t think so.” you both reach the top of the stairs but rafe isn’t stopping, he’s going to his room instead. this won’t do, he’ll lock the door and slam it in your face, you quickly move to stand in front of him blocking the path to his doorway. rafe thinks it’s cute that you think that would stop him, he feels a bit stir crazy over how small you look gazing up at him

“i’ll pay you back!” your hands shoot up against the doorframe, blocking entry even further. he wants to tease you a bit more but the idea of sharing a pizza in his room is way more tempting.

“nah it’s fine just let me have some.” you release your blockade and let him move past you, still with his-your pizza in his hold, following him mindlessly. if you were less hungry you would’ve realized eating pizza with your longtime crush and best friend’s brother in his room sitting on his bed was in fact not a great idea. but that fleeting concern is out the window when he opens the box and you climb onto his bed like it’s second nature. rafe does his best to stay concentrated on the present, it’s difficult when your shirt rides up and a sliver of your stomach is displayed, it looks so soft and untouched and he really isn’t hungry for pizza, he never was.

“i was gonna offer anyways for the record.” you say it while picking up a slice and rafe mirrors your action, laughing at your tone.

“yeah sure you were princess,” you ignore the way his voice sounds, the way he says your name, the way his room smells like him and it’s making your head spin.

rafe watches you eat transfixed when you lick the tips of your fingers, he can’t believe that he’s struggling to control himself over pizza but your words are ringing in his head.

“rafe do you have any napkins?” you hold up your greasy fingers and he nods his head dazedly, getting up to grab some for you and taking the pizza box off his bed with him. you move to get off then, looking around his room, you knew he wouldn’t appreciate if you snooped through his things so you just look at the pictures on the wall, the books he has. rafe finds you standing near his desk when he comes back, wordlessly handing you the napkins.

“i always forget you have a motorcycle.” your head motions towards the helmet resting on the surface of his desk.

“i don’t use it as much now.” he leaned back against the footboard of his bed, arms crossed against his chest as he watched you look at his stuff. he couldn’t figure out why you were still in his room, were you that curious?

“can i ride it? i’ve always wanted to try.” yeah rafe might just pass out now. you don’t even know what you’re doing to him, head cocked to the side looking at him so innocently he can barely hold back much longer.

“sure but i gotta teach you the basics so you don’t crash.” rafe is proud of himself for even stringing a sentence together in response. you notice a slight flush to his cheeks and ears.

“okay that’s fair.” you turn towards him, mirroring his form and leaning back against his desk. there’s a few feet between you but rafe thinks it would be so easy to lift you onto the mahogany and kiss you until you can’t breathe. his shorts feel so restrictive and he’s grateful he’s wearing black. he can’t hold back any longer, he has to know.

"is it true?" the words come out rushed, unsure of if they should even be said in the first place. but rafe’s not a quitter and he doesn’t shy away from anything really, even if the past few hours feel like a dream he would have in middle school.

"is what true?" your head does that thing again like a puppy and he nearly keels over, you’re too adorable for your own good. his gaze flits away for a second, he has to commit. your trusting expression and your airy tone make it all the more hard.

"no guy's made you come before?" you blink in shock twice before covering your face with your hands. this must be the most embarrassing moment of your life.

"ugh you heard that?"

"yeah you guys aren't exactly quiet" you might have to kill sarah cameron in her sleep, if she even comes back that is. you don’t know why you answer him, you could have just ran away but the magnetic pull of rafe cameron coaxes you to answer.

"yeah it's true" you sound defeated and rafe has to hold back a snicker, he watches you peer through your fingers at him, watching his expression.

"well i can rectify that..you know for the sake of mankind and all" there’s a smirk on his lips as he says the words that will haunt you forever. you’re sure he’s just messing with you and you huff a breath of disbelief. did he know about your little crush? you’d been hiding it so well for the past few years!

"don't tease me, rafe" you step away from his desk, moving to leave his room. even if it was just the two of you in the house you’d much rather sit in sarah’s room or watch the tv than be ridiculed.

"i'm not, it'd be a shame if a pretty girl like you gave up on men, especially for me." it’s almost as if someone dumped a bucket of cold water on your head when rafe cameron speaks. pretty girl the first time he’s called you anything that might suggest you’re not just his sister’s friend. the world spins on its axis and you try to grasp onto his words, try to understand that he might be genuine but you can’t. there’s still that voice of doubt telling you he’s just messing with you. rafe watches your expression go from shock to disappointment, you don’t believe him. he supposes it’s not that believable when he’s been purposefully avoiding you for a while. you must think he’s just messing with you, but he’s dead serious. he’ll just have to prove it.

“whatever rafe i don’t have time for your games.” you mumble it and leave his room, slamming the door a bit harder than you intended. the next few hours are torture. rafe cameron planted an insidious weed in your mind and it’s growing exponentially.

of course it’s not the first time you’ve imagined it, you’d often thought about what his long thick fingers would feel like. or how his biceps would feel under your hands if you held onto them for support. you’d fantasized about every part of him, even the tip of his nose. so the idea that it might just be within your reach had you spiraling. you took a cold shower, not that it helped, your underwear was still soaked after. no guy you’d been with had made you so wet, let alone before even touching you. it was as if the universe was testing you. a sick thrum in your body had found its way into your bones, vibrating with need and you paced in your best friend’s room thinking over all the consequences.

when you’d reached the conclusion that even if he was sincere it was still a bad idea, your phone pinged. a text from sarah that read: “i’m gonna be staying the night here, if you’re already asleep i’ll see you in the morning 🤍” with all your internal turmoil you hadn’t realized it was past the two hours she’d said. she would be out all night. you and rafe were home alone, all night. you swallowed down the lump in your throat, your heart pounding your chest. your feet were moving faster than your head, the pitter patter of your footsteps almost as fast as your heartbeat, and before you knew it you were in front of his door. you hesitated for a second breathing in deep once before knocking, the light was still on so you knew he was awake.

“yeah?” rafe did his best to hide the satisfaction he felt seeing you twitchy and shy in front of his door. you swallowed down again, looking up at him with as much confidence as you could. there was a few seconds of silence, he gave you the time you needed, looking down at you with bright inviting eyes.

“is your offer still on the table?” his face split into a grin, moving aside to let you in like you’d done before and with no hesitation you pushed past him. even the small graze of your shoulder against him set his skin ablaze. he was going to lose his mind.

“‘doesn’t really have an expiration date.” your mind was blanking at his every advance, you tried not to think about his words, you couldn’t afford to fall deeper for him.

“just don’t like tell anyone about this?” you murmured, watching him close the door behind you two and getting a bit nervous. if sarah found out you’d be in for hell. losing your virginity to your best friend’s brother wasn’t exactly a great conversation to have.

“i’m not topper don’t worry.” you believed him, rafe despite his other faults, was always respectful.

“can i kiss you?” you nodded fervently, rafe held back a laugh at your enthusiasm. he walked up to you slowly as if giving you the chance to run and slid his hands from his hips to the curve of your waist. you stood on your tiptoes, your arms going around his neck and rafe couldn’t believe this was real. maybe if he pretended it was a dream he wouldn’t be so nervous. he’d have to do just that. one of his hands cupped your face, thumb stroking along your cheekbone and your eyelashes fluttered closed at the touch. he pressed a tentative kiss to your lips.

his lips felt soft and you breathed out in relief after, as if some sort of spell was lifted. rafe kissed you again, this time letting himself breathe you in. you felt so small and delicate in his hold, he wanted to take his time with you. you had other ideas. kissing rafe cameron felt even better than you’d imagined, when he pulled back you surged forward this time, biting his lower lip making him groan into your mouth. another chill of desire wracked your body at the sound and you tested the waters by licking the seem of his lips. rafe pulled you even closer and bent down to kiss you deeper. his mouth opened and his tongue met yours. you tasted so good to him he couldn’t stop himself from sucking on your tongue slightly, making you whine in his hold. the sound flipped a switch in his mind, he wanted more of the sound, he needed to hear you say his name in that airy desperate sound again. a string of saliva connected your lips and snapped off in the middle, your breathing was heavy and his was too. you caught your breath all the while looking up at him, he held your gaze. the furrow of your brows grew deeper the longer you looked.

“we don’t have to do anything else.” him asking for consent again drew in another crushing wave of arousal, you were a lost cause. okay maybe your standards were in hell. even his cologne was better than any other guy, something woodsy and heavy, mature, not like the shitty ones you’d had to smell before.

“no-no i want to,” he’d have to ask you later why you looked so mad after kissing him, right now he had too much else to do. you could only watch as he lifted you by the grip on your waist, your legs going around his hips in fear of falling. he’d done it so casually you couldn’t process it in time. rafe set you down gently on his mattress, his weight pressed into you and your legs tightened around him. he kissed you again, already missing the taste of your lips, and leaned back. you realized what he was about to do as he sat back on his knees.

“no i-can you just come up here?” you felt far too shy for him to eat you out and although rafe respected your wishes he was a bit disappointed. he’d just have to make sure there was a next time. there were other ways to taste you anyways. he followed your lead, leaning back over you and kissing you again, tongue and teeth clashing together in need. one of his hands moved from your waist up and under the hem of your shirt, traveling up slowly until he reached the fat of your breast. the feeling of his fingers on your nipple jolted your body. usually you didn’t get anything out of a guy touching your boobs but him you were arching into his touch, huffing into his mouth. rafe loved how sensitive you were, reacting to every touch of his. he massaged the tit in his hand, reveling in how you squirmed underneath him. if you kept moving you’d feel how painfully hard he was in his shorts.

after giving up on kissing you he peeled off your crop top, trailing kisses down your neck. he bit at the skin and sucked, surely littering your neck with hickies. you smelled so sweet to him and he couldn’t get enough, biting hard in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. you squeaked at the feeling, shocked at how pleasure blurred the lines of the pain you should be feeling. being marked by rafe was transcendental.

“look at you, so fucking pretty.” you met his gaze, his eyes raking down your chest and back to your face. the compliment made your head even cloudier, you’d let him do anything he wanted already, and it didn’t even scare you. his mouth trailed lower, biting at the tops of your breasts before latching onto your nipple and sucking, biting and laving over the sensitive nub with his tongue. you writhed under him, desperate for some friction between your legs. you huffed out a breath in frustration. he took his time bruising your chest with his marks. everyone should know who you belonged to. he leaned back to admire his work, his eyes finally meeting yours and seeing your waterline filled with unshed tears. god he was being so cruel, you just wanted to come and here he was doing as he pleased.

“rafe can i have your fingers please?” he was about to take pity on you anyway but the desperate sound of you begging was too delicious to give up. he looped his fingers through yours, hands intertwined against the silk sheets next to your shoulder.

“fuuckkk when you ask like that how can i say no?” his eyes nearly rolled back in his head from your voice, he might just come from it alone. “how d’ya want them?” he knew, of course he knew, he just wanted to hear you say it. your lips were swollen from his kisses and you still managed to look so innocent under him, he wanted to mark every inch of your body so no one could touch you again.

“you know!” you huffed out, a pout on your lips that he kissed away, you still looked at him with frustration. your underwear was practically sticking to you now, you felt so warm and uncomfortable between your legs, desperate for friction. you’d never felt like this before, completely wrecked with need, unable to think about anything besides addressing your desire.

“spell it out for me, i can’t think clearly right now.” he kissed under your ear coaxing you into submission, a purr curled through you at the feeling. his lips were featherlight against you, soft and adoring and you couldn’t remember why you were holding back.

“‘wan you to fuck me with them.” it was a small mumble, slipping past your lips but rafe caught it nevertheless. his free hand hooked into your pants and pulled them down, you kicked them off and let him settle back between your legs. at least being out of your pants gave your legs some reprieve but the cool air only illuminated how drenched your underwear was. rafe’s large hand skimmed past your breasts to your stomach and rested against your waistband. he looked to you for admission and you nodded your head. instead of dipping underneath the band he trailed downwards, over the flimsy material. the ghost of his touch near your clit had you jerking under him, your hands flying to his shoulders. two large fingers pressed against the fabric, right above your opening, his fingers felt moist and he clicked his tongue at the feeling.

“baby you soaked through your panties, whose got you so worked up?” you whined, a pretty throaty sound that you’d been holding in and he vowed to pull more from you. his fingers were skimming along your opening, teasing the fabric and not quite touching you. your legs wanted to close on his hand but your hips moved closer, trying to make him touch you.

“you!” you screamed out, eyes squeezed shut as he removed his hand completely. you’d start leaking through them if he didn’t do something soon.

“that’s right me, not those fucking losers, just me.” his free hand, closed around your chin making you open your eyes and meet his. he looked crazed, pupils blown and overshadowing the blue with hooded eyes and a satisfied grin curling his lips. when you met his gaze he finally dipped his fingers beneath the band and pressed his thumb against your clit. he found it with such ease your eyes rolled back into your skull, gasping at the feeling of finally being touched. “i got you baby,” your legs spread wider for him, pulling him into you as his fingers slid through your drooling folds all the while his thumb ground against you. his fingers were so much larger than yours you could feel him everywhere. he prodded your hole with his index finger, grunting at how tight you were. streams of arousal kept pouring out of you, you needed him to do something. you squirmed under him again and rafe acquiesced, shoving his finger in. you were so tight and warm around him, slippery and soft walls hugged him as he stretched you out with one finger alone. “f-fucking tight,” he was gonna start soiling his shorts from the way you felt around his finger alone. he fucked you slow and deep, feeling along your insides for your sensitivity. he knew as soon as he found it because you screamed his name, hands clutching his arms tightly.

“feels weird,” he let you get used to the feeling, his thumb grinding against your clit. you were already feeling close and he’d barely started.

“poor pussy probably never felt this good huh?” you whimpered at his words, he was being so filthy and usually it turned you off. nothing about rafe could do that at this point. you shook your head, affirming his suspicions and his middle finger circled your opening. he was gentler this time, moving his fingers in inch by inch until you stopped clamping down. the pressure of him stretching you wasn’t unbearable but you didn’t know how you’d ever take more than his fingers at this rate. he accurately hammered against that spot, out for blood, while his thumb circled your clit. you were dripping onto his hand, coating him with your juices and the squelch of his fingers fucking into you filled the room. the sounds were so obscene you tried blocking them out with your pathetic little whines but rafe was determined to hear your soppy cunt crying for him. it wasn’t long before you felt the encroaching of your release and he knew it he could feel it in the way you clenched around him and whined when his fingers pulled out completely. one more carress of the sensitive gummy spot inside you had you seeing white. your vision blurred as you shook in your release, holding his wrist so he’d stop his motions, shivers wracked your body as you came the hardest you ever had. your walls fluttered around him, more of your release dripping down your cunt and soaking the sheets below. he was sick enough to leave them like that for the night, you smelled so sweet and he bet you tasted even better.

his fingers dipped out of your underwear and your eyes opened to watch him, probably a mistake on your part because just the vision of rafe cameron licking his fingers clean and groaning at the taste made you ready to go again. his eyes rolled back in his head at the taste, his eyes ground shut at the sugary flavor coating his tongue and teeth. he really hoped you’d let him have more later because now that he’d had a taste he wanted the full meal. you shivered at the way he reacted, your whole body on high alert from your orgasm, but even as sensitive as you were you couldn’t help but be greedy.

“rafe, can we go further?” his heart might just give out, you look nervous even now after he’s already addicted. he moves back slightly, pulling his shirt over his head and your eyes are drawn to his chest.

“thought you’d never ask.” you’re not even trying to hide how you ogle him, seeing him at the beach is one thing but in front of you, when you can touch him is another. rafe watches you reach a hand out, slightly out of range and moves closer to you, letting you touch him. your smalls hands traverse the expanse of his shoulders, his pecs, and trace the outline of his abs. when they reach the tuft of hair above his waistband, rafe has to stop you. the tiny fleeting touches make him twitch in his pants. he moves your hand to rest against his shoulder, pulling your underwear all the way off and looking down at how he completely drowns your body out.

“fuckkk can’t believe im the lucky one who gets to break this little pussy in,” he kisses along your neck, hands squeezing your waist and marveling at how diminutive you feel. he can’t wait to be inside you, he wonders if you’ll even be able to take him.

“s-so dirty” his words are heating up your entire body and you’d feel embarrassed if you weren’t arching into him. rafe moves to pull down his shorts, waiting a beat before he does.

“you sure you want this?” while taking your virginity was something he could only dream about before he needed to be sure.

“yes i want it to be you, i trust you.” you say it as normally as you can.

“we can stop whenever you want, like i said ‘offer’s not gonna expire.” you hope you can take it up even after this, maybe not even once or twice. if he could make you feel like this why would you need anyone else? then he pulls his shorts off and you start to regret your decision.

“oh-is th-that gonna fit?” his cock sprung out and slapped against his stomach, long and thick and way too big for you. you could barely take his fingers this would never fit. it looked so angry white precum dribbling down stark against the flushed pink curling along the veins and curving with him to the right. you wouldn’t survive this.

“you’ll do your best right?” you nod enthusiastically, you wanted to take as much as you could. “good girl.” oh, you’d have to explore that later. you nearly moaned at him calling you that. rafe caught it though, he knew your reactions well by now. he lined it up over your stomach, seeing how far it would go and your eyes nearly bulged out of your head. your belly button was completely covered, not that it mattered he was halfway up your torso. rafe’s grip on your waist tightened, he’d ruin you for anyone else, stretch you out and mold you just for him. no one would feel as good as him and he nearly drooled at the sight.

despite how feral he felt, he made sure you were still wet enough for him to slip in, you were. his tip pressed against you, he let you drool onto him, juices swirling with his and making a sick plap plap plap sound as he tapped against you. he’s far wider than his fingers and you tried to relax. you motioned for him to come closer, his lips out of reach and you kissed him sweetly. when he could feel you relax he pushed in, instantly being shoved out. so tight he couldn’t even get the tip in. “fuuckkkk gonna have to marry you.” you don’t even process his words and he doesn’t really know he’s saying them out loud either. he tries again, pulling you slightly onto his length and you gasp at the stretch. you’re gripping him like a vice and it’s nearly uncomfortable but being inside you breaks something inside of him and he’s drooling into your mouth. you don’t even care you want more. “doin well angel-hah-taking me so well.”

the pain is an afterthought now, you want him to stretch you and fill you until you can’t breathe. you don’t know if you’ve wanted anything more in your life. so you do the unthinkable, you try moving down his length. rafe can’t be held responsible for his actions after that.

he gives into your silent plea, skewering you on his cock and pushing past your gooey rings of resistance until he’s halfway in. you held your breath the entire time as he curved into you, tip smearing precum along your walls as he molded you to him, his veins catching on your entrance and making you jolt at the feeling. you push at his chest, the pain making you scream his name as he lets you adjust. there’s tears trailing down your cheek that he licks away. he kisses you until the ache between your legs becomes distant, it’s salty and sloppy but it distracts you enough. rafe makes the mistake of looking down, sees the way you’re gaping for him and how it looks like he’s splitting you in half and he bottoms out. the snap of his hips against yours makes you moan, he’s filled you up now and you can feel him in your throat. you swear you feel him get bigger when you whine his name pathetically, his dick twitching inside you.

it’s too much and you try running from it, shoving up the length of the bed but rafe just pulls you back down. “t-too big hng can’t-“

“come on i thought you were-fuck-a big girl,” he groans into your ear, you shove against him once more and he slips out a few inches, just enough for you to relax. you can still feel him nestled against your cervix, he’s leaking into you and your thighs are coated in both of your arousal. you tap his shoulder for him to move again, pulling out until his tip is the only thing inside and then spearing all the way back in. the feeling makes you cross-eyed, his throbbing tip bumps along your sensitive spot until it nestles against you, as far high up as it can and you think you might be coming on every thrust because you’re so obscenely wet more slick just pours out of you every time. rafe knows it’s because there’s no space for anything but his cock and he can’t help but grin, watching your pussy engulf his length despite how small you are under him. every thrust sends your whole body upwards but his grip on you keeps you close, he’s almost fucking you back onto him.

“feels good hah,” you finally murmur into his neck, wrapping your legs around his hips so he can drill into you better. his thrusts are deep and slow, letting you get used to the feeling but you don’t think you like it like this. if he’s going to ruin you he might as well do it properly. “h-harder.” rafe moans your name at your request, his voice sounds so wrecked you clench down at the sound alone.

“turned this pussy into a slut, ‘couldn’t even take-hah-two fingers now look at you.” really he’s proud of you, proud that he made you like this. although he wants to tease you he can’t hold back much longer either and it’s your first time so he’s gonna be nice to you. rafe pulls out and slams back into you setting a faster rougher pace, your skin is slapping against each other and you think he might bruise your hips. your head is shoved up the length of his bed until it threatens to bump against the headboard, he puts his hand between you and the wood, his other hand holding onto the frame for support. your legs are being bent and pressed to the sides and the new angle makes him hit that spot with blaring accuracy. a sick ring of white forms at the base of his dick and his balls are slippery from your arousal. you still have a vice grip around him, something he won’t get used to but is definitely get addicted to. the room smells filthy and the sounds of you chanting his name combined with the squelch of your cunt is pornographic.

“gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?” your walls flutter at his words, like his permission has you ready to come. you come undone with one more thrust, your cunt is milking him as if coaxing him to come. “fuck fuck fuckkkk.” he pulls out just in time to come onto your stomach, shooting thick gooey ropes onto your soft skin. the white contrasts the blue and purple that is starting to bloom around your neck and tits.

you blearily watch it happen, disappointed he didn’t come inside, but warm and fuzzy from your release. there’s one thought nagging you though as you rest comfortably on his sticky soaked sheets. “it wasn’t a one time offer right?”

“no fucking way, i’m never letting you go.” rafe looks at you like you’re crazy, he’s ready to propose. there’s no way in hell he’s making this a one night stand. after all he’s broken you in, now it’s the fun part.

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[goaskangel]

riding buff gojo raw >_^

satoru just loves how soft you feel on his clothed body. your chubby mellow thighs snug against his own as you lean him up against the headboard. your hips digging to the bottom of his torso when you push to kiss him soo lovingly. 

kissing him like he’ll disappear if you let his face go. and satoru kisses you back with more love. a couple worshipping each other passionately. after a few pecks just for good measure, he admires you carefully. fixing the turned strap of your thin tank top and sides of your creased panties, “so beautiful, angel.” 

you squeeze his thick, hard bicep as he strokes your neck with one hand and holds your hip in the other.

kissing his soft wrist, “let me ride you, ‘toru.” 

“mmm,” he hums, “go ahead, baby.” 

like routine, you sit back just behind his bulge and tug down on his pants, tossing them. your mouth going dry at the sight of his cock tightly snug under his boxers, which are later thrown to the same pile. he naturally grabs a large condom from the nightstand, tearing it open with his teeth before rolling it down his length.

although curious, he distracts himself from watching you tie your hair up out of your face. only stopping after he’s completed it down, watching how you back up some more to lean down to his thighs. 

you kiss the pale skin around his now plump base, pecking at the white hairs below his navel. you continue this act of sudden calm. peppering your love around your favorite, keeping your eyes on his covered cock, licking teasingly at the latex. gojo feels himself throb at your tranquility, your patience making him feel dazed.

“what’s up with you, baby? so eager before –” his amused smile dropping lightly when you look back up at him. he recognizes that ruttish desire behind your eyes, your wide gaze conveying so much more. 

you tongue at the loose tip of the condom, sliding your tongue down to the base ring. opening your mouth just a little more, revealing your teeth and biting carefully. you keep the eye contact, enjoying how hypnotized the big guy looked. you peel it back off and throw it down to the pile of clothes. the pile of things keeping him away from you. before he can call any objections, you move closer to him, “know you wan’ it, ‘toru.” 

sultry, so sensual he thinks as you discard your other restrictions. soft top and pretty bra gone. you keep a steady hold on his shoulders as he holds his now raw cock up for you to sink down on. 

“you bratty girl, could’ve just told me you wanted to feel me from the in–side,” his head sexily throws back as he lets out a loud groan. your cunt fluttering against the new feeling of skin to skin, his sticky tip pushing through your tight, hot walls. 

“but you just had to pull off a little show, huh?” he gathers his composure and dominance, his big hands finding their way to the fat of your hips as you sit with him bottomed out inside. 

“i‘m sorry, ‘toru.” your little apology meaning nothing when you cry out moans as you move up and down and up and down on his lap. 

“huh, shit, guess it’s fine, pretty. feels s’fucking good. lucky you’re cute.” 

you slowly lose stamina but keep humping down against him, keeping yourself caved into his neck. breathing heavily into his sweaty neck before whining softly into his ear. your noises make him twitch and pulse inside you. your bounces regain power after feeling a thick vein rub against your sweet spot, which also happens to be gojo’s most sensitive part. quickly, you move to chase your high, the burning sensation of being so so so close so fast sends you blabbering. 

“gonna come, satoru, i’m gonna c–ome…!” your pretty fingers dig into his neck and back, leaving red marks that he can’t focus on,

“mhhm, gonna come too, baby, keep going. ohmygod ‘m never gonna fuck you with that stupid shit again, jus’ raw from now, yeah? feel this pretty pussy on my cock.”  how could he have gone so long without feeling you? really feeling you? having your moans ring in his ears and your pretty soft body squished on his strong, lean one was already so perfect. but having your bare cunt squeeze and hug his cock sent him to the edge, literally. 

his hard grip bruises your waist as he shoots out a thick heavy load right against your cervix. he swears he heard you mumble thank you’s as you come around him. the fuzzy warmth from his cum and dizziness from your intense orgasm overwhelms you and you lean up against him to lay on him. satoru kisses your sweet scented hair, deciding he’s throwing out every rubber in the house!

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[5sospenguinqueen]

Tantrums | Lewis Hamilton x Reader

Summary: After 10 years together, Lewis keeps pushing back the date on when “forever” can start. Realising that forever applies to her job and not their relationship, she makes it clear that she’s had enough. 

Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 32. angst, heavy on the angst. 

Requested: @madelynn-sienna (sorry it took so long. i didn’t think i was gonna do it ngl to you because i don’t really write for lewis)

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yn_ln when he feels bad that he’s on the other side of the world for your birthday 

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lewishamilton happy birthday, love. i’m so sorry i’m in australia and not with you but i promise i will make it up to you when i’m home. roscoe promised me he’d spend the day spoiling you 

→ roscoelovescoco yes i’s did’s 

user1 oh to be loved the way y/n is loved by lewis 

user2 no one makes me feel as single as lewis and y/n do 

carmenmmundt @/georgerussell63 take notes

→ yn_ln you tell him, hun

→ georgerussell63 i buy you flowers all the time! 

f1 we’re sorry that a race fell on your birthday. we’ll ask the fia to fix the calendar next year so this doesn’t happen again

mercedesamgf1 we’d give him back if we could. happy birthday, yn

georgerussell63 hang on a second. you’ve not left us yet. that’s not the right car

→ charles_leclerc that’s the perfect car 

→ yn_ln i didn’t buy the car. i just jumped behind the wheel

user3 not me hoping she’d be getting a ring for her birthday 

→ user4 we’ve been waiting for this for the past 8 birthdays

→ user5 it’s been 10 years. we were expecting two rings and a few kids by now

→ user6 i mean, he just bought her a sports car. not very kid friendly 

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lewishamilton happy 10 years to the love of my life. every moment with you is an adventure i never want to end

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yn_ln forever with you ❤️ mainly because i can’t be bothered to train some new guy to photos that good of me

mercedesamgf1 can’t believe it’s been 10 years already. it feels like only yesterday yn was making her paddock debut. here’s to another 10 

→ user7 not mercedes commenting like they’re a part of this relationship 

→ user8 well he’s been with yn almost as long as he’s been with mercedes so they practically are at this point 

user9 my favourite f1 couple

user10 i love their rich money vibes

roscoelovescoco happy’s anniversary’s mum and’s dad 

→ yn_ln my precious boy 

→ user11 now she needs a real baby 

danielriccairdo i can’t believe she’s managed to put up with you for ten years 😂 huge love to you both

→ yn_ln ngl, it’s been tough

→ lewishamilton i’m taking the ferrari back 

user12 wedding and baby when? 

georgerussell63 happy 10 year anniversary. yn is my favourite part of you being my teammate 

→ carmenmmundt can we keep her when you go to ferrari?

→ charles_leclerc no. it’s my turn now 

→ lewishamilton i think you’re all forgetting that she’s mine 

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mercedesamgf1 GET IN THERE, LEWIS 🏆🥇 LEWIS HAMILTON IS YOUR BRITISH GRAND PRIX WINNER 

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yn_ln my love. i honestly have not stopped crying since you crossed that line. i’m so proud of you. you deserved this and proved to everyone why you’re a motorsport legend

→ lewishamilton couldn't do it without your support 🩷

→ mercedesamgf1 it’s true. the mechanics were uncomfortable when they realised they couldn't just keep giving her tissues

georgerussell63 you deserve it, mate

valterribottas well done champ

user1 can’t believe he won silverstone the same weekend he celebrated 10 years with yn 

→ user2 she’s always been his good luck charm. he performs so well when she’s watching

→ user3 they’re the dream team together 

user4 the fact that yn is the only one he responded to

user5 she’s getting it good tonight

skysportsf1 posted a new interview

user6 oh no, lewis…

user7 lewis, she was asking what was next for you and yn, relationship wise

user8 oh, that’s not quite

user9 i hope yn doesn’t see this otherwise i fear lewis might be in the doghouse tonight 

→ user10 i hope she does see it so that she knows he’s not thinking of her future in the same way 

user11 i always thought lewis loved yn as much as yn loved lewis but now i’m not sure

user12 it’s the fact that the poor interviewer looked upset at his answer as well. like she hoped for better

→ user13 we all hoped for better 

user14 it’s the fact that she’s always talked about wanting kids and getting married but has always said they’re waiting until lewis is ready

→ user15 the fact that every year passes and he never indicates that he’s ready for any of it though 

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user1 lewis still follows yn

→ user2 and still has all of his photos up, including their anniversary post 

→ user1 i’m hoping this means he’s in denial and is still trying to win her back

user3 i can’t believe this is real. she went all the way back and deleted everything related to him in 10 years. even edited posts to delete slides he was in

→ user4 dedicated queen

user5 just fell to my knees in walmart

user6 i’m devastated but i also hope this means she finds a man who will be prepared to give her the life she wants 

→ user7 well, more fool her for staying this long

→ user6 not really. ever think she wanted those things because she wanted them with lewis

→ user8 don’t break my heart like this please  

replies to @/WeDon'tThink

user9 okay but your pen was on fire when you wrote that 

user10 he literally had the best weekend of his life with a 10yr anniversary, winning silverstone and then clearly messed it all up somehow in the end 

user11 if sir lewis hamilton can’t even do right, what hope do the rest of us have in finding a decent man

→ user12 no because they looked just as in love as they did 10 years ago and he still fumbled

user13 i saw rumours it was because he gave her an ultimatum and she didn’t take the path he wanted 

→ user14 what do you mean?

→ user13 apparently “close sources” said that he told her if she wanted kids, she couldn't have him and so she left 

→ user14 wtf!!! good on her for dumping his ass

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calvinklein @/yn_ln is stunning in calvin klein underwear. shop the collection now 

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yn_ln oh okay. i look goooood 

→ alexandrasaintmleux i would let you take me home

→ carmenmmundt me too

→ georgerussell63 excuse me, i don’t agree with this

user1 aha, nico we see you 

→ user2 and fernando

landonorris oh so he fumbled bad 

→ oscarpiastri they’re going to take your social media off you again

user3 is this her version of a revenge dress?

→ user4 more like undress

user5 not sure why you wouldn’t want to marry and give a baby to a woman like that 

→ user6 okay, ew

user7 can we appreciate how she’s handled this with class. instead of speaking out against lewis, she’s been booked and busy and flitting about europe on modelling jobs 

→ user8 just further proof that he managed to lose the best woman ever 

roscoelovescoco you’s look’s nice, mum

→ user9 i know lewis hires someone to run this account but what are the odds that he’s actually behind it now so he can stalk yn 

yn_ln please can we all focus on the clothes and support how hot i look by buying some! 

→ danielricciardo don’t even have tits but you convinced me to buy a bra

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lewishamilton mixed feelings about today. obviously happy for a win but very disappointing for george and the team missing out on a 1-2

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georgerussell63 we put up a good fight today

user1 not really a deserved win though, is it

user2 you fumbled yn and now you’re fumbling wins. you only got this because merc screwed over george 

roscoelovescoco well’s done’s dad

user3 see what happens when you play a good woman, you get a dirty win

user4 man needs to act his age. can’t believe at the grand age of 39, he strung along a girl who loved him more than anything for 10 years

→ user5 destroyed my faith in men for real 

user6 robbed a win from george like you robbed 10 years from yn 

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I wrote this out and was really proud of it and then when I was adding the other driver’s versions on, I realised it was the same principal as Daniel’s so I’m so sorry for the repeated plot

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MDNI

Working at a restaurant with 141! (Part 1)

Let's get this out of the way, the restaurant fucking sucks. Don't even know how it's still open. The food is terrible. The owner is an incompetent drunk who's never there. You got referred to the job from a friend of a friend. You did an interview with the head chef/manager, John. He hired you because you were hot.

"The fuckin ass on that one, huh?"

Just like any man that works in a restaurant, they're all horny fucks who love to tease you. You'd run back to the kitchen and ask to tweak an order. Price would wink and say:

"Next time it's gonna cost ya."

When it gets slow (which was all the time), you'd sit in the back and chat about how they met and what they did with their lives. They all get paid under the table for various reasons. Johnny takes smoke breaks with you, sometimes Price joins. Gaz pours shots for everyone after "busy" nights (busy meaning there was an hour where there were two tables to serve instead of one). Ghost... well he's strictly work. Sometimes he engages in banter with the guys, but he only acknowledges you when needed.

Your first month flies by, you basically get paid to sit around and talk with the most charming men on the planet, and Simon.

"He'll warm up eventually. Just gotta loosen 'em up, just like any tight ass."

Soap smirked as he leaned against a counter while everyone was wrapping up for the night.

"Don't you have dishes to put away?"

Ghost snapped while wiping down his station. At least he was nice to look at.

You and Gaz would roll up the forks and knives talking about bullshit, knees touching. Soap and you would light each others smokes by touching one lit end to the unlit one, all while still holding the cigarettes in your mouths (he called it a cigarette kiss). Price would constantly make food for you:

"Gotta plump you up 'fore it starts getting cold, yeah?"

He'd look you up and down while sliding you a basket of fries. And Simon? Cold as ever. Even when he started driving you to and from work because your car broke down. He drove like a madman, but it was totally silent. You made the mistake of reaching for the radio once, he gave a admonitory grunt and you snatched your hand away.

As time went on, you got comfortable with everyone and they got comfortable with you. It started with suggestive jokes.

"Simon's just straightforward, doesn't beat around the bush."

Price said one day while prepping vegetables with Ghost.

"What are you talking about? He beats around the bush all the time Price, you know that."

Soap walked by with a shit eating grin while he was carrying a bucket of dishes to the back. Uproar from the guys. Ghost storms off following Johnny, knife in hand. You want to stop him, but Gaz places a hand on your shoulder.

"Best not to do that, just let 'em settle that amongst themselves."

Johnny comes back disheveled, wearing a different shirt. Simon is stone faced as usual as he goes back to prep. It only got worse after that.

You'd watch as the boys messed with each other more; pats on the back, that turns to squeezes on the shoulders, that turned to slaps on the ass.

"They're just handsy," you think to yourself.

Eye contact that lingers for a second too long.

"They're just close friends," you think to yourself.

Compliments that boarder on harassment.

"They're just joking around," you think to yourself.

Then you entered the walk-in freezer, only to make direct eye contact with Johnny as he has Kyle's dick down his throat.

"Oh, uh-huh..." you think to yourself.

You didn't look at their faces for a week, they acted as if nothing happened. Then, the flirting only got worse.

"Behind!"

Price would yell while grinding up against Simon's ass when passing behind him.

"Yes, Chef."

He'd respond while he continued cooking, unfazed. They seemingly shared clothes: the younger guys preferred to don John and Simon's apparel all the time. You stopped going into the walk-in for a while, you figured you'd give Gaz and Soap some privacy (although they didn't seem to mind an audience). Christ, was everyone fucking everyone here?

You were taking a smoke break with Price when he leaned back on the railing and adjusted himself, it wasn't really adjusting himself as it was more him gripping his thick dick and looking directly into your eyes. You nearly choked as he smiled.

Ghost threw you a hoodie when he dropped you off one night. It started raining before you got home and you were complaining about just getting your hair done. You tried to give it back but he refused to take it.

"Keep it. I don't care about that one anyways."

He shrugged. You'd wear the oversized hoodie to bed, the smell was comforting. Smoky, dusty, boozy, like Javanese vetiver. It smelled like a grown man. Delicious. Accidentally wore it to work one day when you were in a rush getting ready. That started a trend for the rest of them to get you to wear their clothes. It less of a trend and more of a competition honestly. They'd "accidentally" spill drinks or food on you.

"No worries, I've got an extra shirt in my car!"

They'd have a wide, cheeky smile plastered on their faces while giving you their shirt. Of course, they wouldn't take them back either; so you had a growing collection of huge shirts that you'd wear around your apartment. Eventually, you had to go back to the walk-in. Thankfully, there were no exhibitionists present. You were reaching to grab some ketchup when the door opened. You and Johnny stared at each other for a long moment.

"Need help getting that, bonnie?"

Before you could respond he was reaching over you, pressing his chest on your back. He handed you the bottle while his dick grew hard on your ass. He was breathing hard in your ear, waiting for your reaction. You pushed back on him and that's all he needed, he gripped your hips and grinded into you. Even through your jeans you could feel his dick twitch when you moaned. It was a hot minute of panting while he pulled you back onto him desperately, like he was trying to fuck you right through the denim. The door handle clicked. You both froze, staring at the entryway.

"Johnny?"

Gaz's head popped in. Your face got hot while he stared back and forth at the two of you. One thing led to another, and your pants are around your ankles while Johnny is face first in your wet folds. Kyle is standing behind you, fucking your thighs and leaving sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Pretty doll, how long have ye bin waiting fur this, huh?"

Soap looked up at you with so much adoration, like he was servicing a goddess.

"Gonna cum Johnn-"

Gaz whimpered and bit your shoulder to muffle his groans as he came right between your thighs and cunt. Soap cleaned up the mess greedily, savouring the taste of both your juices. He didn't stop eating you out until you finished. Gaz held you up while your knees buckled when you came undone. Gentlemen they are, pulled up your pants for you and wiped the smeared lipgloss from your face. You stumbled out of the freezer, walking past the kitchen. Price's eyes crinkled as he saw you head out onto the floor.

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"You shouldn't do that in there. It's unsanitary. And a health code violation."

Simon looked straight ahead as he weaved between cars. You opened your mouth, but no words came to mind, so you just nodded. Your leg bounced nervously. He grabbed your thigh, stopping the movement. His hand stayed there until you were in front of your place. You stared at him, his brown eyes boring into you.

"G'night."

He pulled his hand away, placing both of them on the steering wheel. You walked into your apartment, dizzy with confusion. "What the fuck is going on?"

[itneverendshere]

LOVED YOU AT YOUR WORST - r.c series - EIGHT

pairings: ex!sweethearts; rafe x thornton!reader; rafe x sofia. chapter warnings: mentions of pregnancy; abortion.

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Topper prided himself in keeping out of people’s business.

He hadn’t noticed anything was off with you on his own, he wouldn’t have; he didn’t do the whole “emotional radar” thing.

But Rafe had practically cornered him, demanding he figure out what was going on with you.

You were his cousin, after all. 

That didn’t stop the way his stomach twisted from thinking about lying to you, or how every part of him had always silently rooted for you and Rafe. He’d loved seeing you two together. You were a mess most days, for years, sure, but it was the kind of mess that made sense in a way, and Topper couldn’t help but admire it.

You were like fire and gasoline.

But that was before the break-up, before everything got fucked.

Now, you were just… distant. He never knew how to approach you without feeling like he was crossing a line, but the way you’d passed out on Rafe at the beach had him worrying in a way that was more personal than he wanted to admit.

He wasn’t a thinker, not really, he liked simple things: good waves, cold beer, and not getting roped into drama.

But there he was, standing outside your door with Korean fried chicken. He didn’t do feelings, and he didn’t do heavy conversations. Rafe owed him big for this. The conversation had been good, even when you started talking about Sarah and Ruthie. 

Topper was all in—laughing along, throwing in a dumb joke here and there, the usual. It felt nice, like when you were kids, sneaking your dad’s beers and pretending you weren’t gonna get caught.

But then he had to go and ruin it by asking if you were okay.

You went all stiff, then weirdly far away, laughing it off like he’d just asked you to explain calculus or something. You mumbled something about being fine and then bolted to the bathroom before he could even follow up with his usual Topper-brand wisdom.

He sat there, feeling uncomfortable, which wasn’t a thing he usually did. You were acting off, and it was messing with him more than he wanted to admit.

Finally, he decided he needed to move, so he got up to grab some water. Except, as he walked past the counter, his hip caught a pile of your mail, and an envelope went sliding to the floor.

“Crap,” he muttered, crouching to grab it. It was just some random envelope, but there was a phone number written on the front in messy blue ink.

Topper didn’t think about it—because thinking wasn’t really his strong suit—he just whipped out his phone and typed it in. Curiosity, man. It got him every time.

He hit call. He wasn’t trying to snoop or anything. It was just one of those things you do on autopilot, right? Call a number just to see who answers? Except this time, someone did answer.

The phone rang. Once. Twice. Then:

“Women’s Health Center, how can I help you?”

His brain short-circuited, full-on panic mode. He stared at the phone like it had grown a second screen, then frantically hit the hang-up button just as the bathroom door creaked open.

You were back.

Topper, sweating for no reason, slapped the envelope back on the counter like it was about to explode and turned to you with a smile that definitely didn’t match his pounding heart.

He got out of there as soon as possible, as he drove to meet Rafe, the whole thing was still playing on a loop in his head. That phone number, the voice on the other end of the line, the way you’d acted when he’d asked if you were okay—he couldn’t stop trying to force the pieces into place.

Something was going on, he wasn't sure what, and he wasn’t exactly the guy you went to for deep insights, but he felt something was up.

When he pulled into Tanyhill, he spotted Rafe leaning against his truck, scrolling through his phone with that permanent scowl he seemed to have these days. He barely had the car in park before Rafe was pushing off the truck and heading his way.

He climbed out, doing his best to act normal—which, for him, meant cracking the same goofy grin he always did. His mind was still spinning with a dozen half-formed thoughts about that phone call, that clinic, and how the the fuck he might fit into all of it. 

The only thing he knew for sure was that Rafe knowing could be catastrophic. Like, meteor-hits-earth catastrophic.

“You gotta chill,” Topper said, slamming his car door shut and giving Rafe a once-over. “Why do you look like you’re about to punch somebody?”

Rafe just glared, shoving his phone in his pocket. “What’d you find out?”

He blinked, thrown by how fast he cut to the point. “Nice to see you, too. Second, what makes you think I found out anything?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Top. Did you figure it out or not?”

“Yeah, I figured it out,” Topper shot back, crossing his arms. “But why the hell did you make me go through all this work if you already know what’s going on?”

Rafe shrugged, leaning back against the truck like this was all just some casual conversation. “Didn’t think you’d actually get it, to be honest.”

“Bro, I’m not that stupid. How did you get to the bottom of this shit? I’m still confused as fuck over here.”

Rafe’s mouth twitched like he was deciding whether to smirk or yell, hesettled on neither. “She passed out on me, remember?”

“So?” Topper shot back, frowning. “I’ve seen you pass out for, like, way less.”

“It wasn’t the same. It wasn’t a hangover or heat stroke, it was different. And she’s been weird lately, avoiding everyone.” Rafe leaned back against his truck, arms crossed, talking fast. “The hospital did blood work.”

Topper, who’d been zoning out halfway through his little doctor act, suddenly perked up.

“Wow,” he mused, dragging the word out. “Okay. So, how’d you take the news? I mean, shit, you look pretty calm for once. Didn’t think that was in your wheelhouse."

Rafe frowned, his sharp blue eyes narrowing, the crease between his brows deepening like it always did when he thought someone was wasting his time. 

"The fuck are you talking about?”

Topper shrugged like this was totally normal. “I just expected you to, like…freak out or somethin'. Throw a punch, maybe.”

“Throw a punch about what?” Rafe snapped.

“About—” Topper paused, squinting at Rafe like he was trying to solve a puzzle. “Wait. What are you supposed to do?”

Rafe’s hand twitched toward his jaw, fingers brushing over the stubble there, a telltale sign that he was gearing up to lose patience. He didn’t wait for Topper to answer before shaking his head, the movement quick and irritated. 

“Don’t do that, man,” he added, pointing a finger “I’ll help her figure it out. What else can I do?”

Topper tilted his head, genuinely impressed. “Damn. You really matured, huh? I mean, good for you.”

“Top, what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Rafe demanded, his tone sharp now like he was finally catching on to the fact that they weren’t on the same page.

Topper blinked, “I’m just saying you’re handling it better than I thought. Especially since she’s not—uh, showing yet.”

“Not showing what?”

“…The bump?”

He immediately realized he’d said the wrong thing, or maybe the right thing, but in the wrong tone, with the wrong level of context, and—okay, maybe he should just stop talking. 

Abort mission, abort mission. Topper immediately wanted to crawl into a hole. Dude, shut up, shut up, shut up.

“What the fuck?” Rafe’s voice cracked; his eyes blazing as he stepped closer. “What bump?!”

His laugh fizzled out under Rafe’s glare, it was starting to feel less like “concerned ex-boyfriend” and more like “interrogating cop.” He felt a bead of sweat slide down the back of his neck. 

Cool. Stay cool.

“Wait,” Topper held his hands up, trying to physically stop the situation from spiraling. “What do you think is wrong with her?”

His brain was spinning in a way it wasn’t built for. He was a simple guy—he liked clear problems and easy fixes. But this? This was a category-five disaster, and he was stuck right in the middle of it.

Rafe let out a sharp breath through his nose, dragging a hand through his hair, the small strands sticking up in every direction.

“I think she’s got a fucking infection! Why the hell would I think she’s pregnant?”

Topper hesitated, glancing toward the house like maybe Sarah or Wheezie might miraculously appear to save him. No such luck.

“Well fucking shit,” Topper blurted, the words tumbling out in a rush. His heart was pounding, and he was pretty sure he’d just signed his death warrant. “I—I didn’t say she’s pregnant, okay? I found this number, and it was for a women’s health center, and—fuck, man, I’m dead. I’m so dead.”

Rafe grabbed him by the collar, yanking him close. “Start talking. Now.”

“I wasn’t snooping, okay? It just—happened. I wasn’t trying to get in her business, but—”

“But what?” Rafe barked. His other hand twitched at his side, curling into a fist before flexing out again, a warning of how close Topper was to eating pavement, but Rafe wasn’t the one he feared right now.

You were going to kill him.

He could already picture the look on your face when you found out—those cold, furious eyes, the way your voice would drop, he was officially dead meat. He gulped, his mouth dry as his brain scrambled for something—anything—that wouldn’t get him killed or disowned.

“You better explain what the fuck you mean by ‘happened,’” Rafe growled, his grip tightening, giving Topper’s collar a shake, just enough to make his point clear.

Topper was done, leaving nothing but pure panic and the faint, distant sound of his voice saying things he definitely shouldn’t. 

“I called the number!” Topper yelped. “I didn’t even mean to, it was—dude, she’s gonna kill me, and I mean that literally. She will.”

“Not if I kill you first,” Rafe shoved him back, his grip finally loosening, his face unreadable now, which was somehow worse than when he’d looked ready to punch him. “You’re telling me you think she’s pregnant? And you didn’t remember to tell me sooner?”

“I didn’t!” Topper said quickly, panic bubbling over. “It’s not like she’s gonna tell me this kind of stuff.”

“Did she say anything to you? Anything about seeing a doctor or being sick?”

Topper shook his head so fast it made him dizzy. “I asked if she was okay, but she just brushed it off and changed the subject.”

The silence that followed was thick and suffocating, both of them staring each other down.

“No, no way. She’s probably… I don’t fucking know, changing her pill or something.”

Topper raised an eyebrow. “Changing her pill?”

“Yeah,” Rafe said quickly, “Or—what else do they do there? Those check-up things. Maybe she’s getting one of those.”

“Uh-huh,” Topper replied, not convinced but also not dumb enough to call him out on it outright. “Sure. Just a… routine check-up?”

“Exactly,” Rafe agreed a little too loud, his tone almost defensive as he started circling again, his hands gesturing wildly. “They don’t just deal with… y'know. They do all kinds of shit. Tests, prescriptions, all that stuff. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Topper scratched the back of his neck, his expression caught between agreement and unease. “I mean, yeah, they do other stuff… but don’t you think—”

“I don’t think anything, there’s nothing to think about. She’s fine. She’s—she’s fine.” He stopped pacing, standing rigid with his hands on his hips, glaring at the ground like it had personally offended him.

“Okay,” Topper started, his tone cautious. “I get that you don’t want to jump to conclusions, but—”

“I’m not jumping to conclusions!” Rafe barked, spinning around “You’re the one making it into something it’s not! She’s not—she wouldn’t—she hasn’t told me anything,” He muttered finally, “And if she’s hiding this… from me…”

He’d never seen Rafe like this—angry, yeah, but there was something else there, either way, it wasn’t good. His glare burned into him, but for the first time, there was hesitation behind it. He wasn’t just mad—he was scared. Topper couldn’t decide if that made him feel better or worse. 

“Holy shit,” Rafe muttered, gripping the side of his truck for balance. His vision going fuzzy as his heart raced like he’d just sprinted a mile. “Holy shit, what if—what if she is?”

“Dude, breathe,” Topper said, stepping closer cautiously like Rafe was a live grenade. “You don’t even—”

“Even if—if—she was, how the hell would that even—” He cut himself off, his face twisting like he couldn’t decide whether to finish the thought or abandon it entirely.

Topper didn’t need him to finish, he understood exactly what Rafe was thinking. The timeline, the breakup, the way everything had gone down between you.

Rafe’s breath hitched as he let go of the truck and paced a few steps, his hands on his hips, muttering under his breath. “No. No way. It’s not—she’d tell me, right? She’d fucking tell me.”

Images started flashing through his mind in rapid succession, each one more ridiculous and unhinged than the last. You, standing in some clinic, staring at a test with a blank expression. You, trying to figure out how to tell Rafe.

You, holding a baby—Rafe’s baby—in your arms.

“This doesn’t make any sense. We were careful. She’s just stressed, girls go through shit. Hormones or whatever. Right?”

“You’re asking me? I barely passed bio. I’m not exactly a walking textbook on—” He stopped himself, seeing the look on Rafe’s face. “I don’t know what’s going on with her, okay? But if this is what I think it is, you gotta handle it right. Don’t screw it up more than it already is.”

“And if I don’t handle it right?”

Topper forced a shaky grin, even as his stomach twisted in knots.

“Then I guess I’ll see you in hell, man. Because she’s gonna kill us both.”

Rafe’s hands went to his hips, his thumb brushing the edge of his pocket as he stared past Topper, he was trying to work out an equation that wasn’t adding up.

“She hasn’t said a word to me,” Rafe muttered, “Not at the hospital, not since. And you think…” He trailed off, dragging a hand over his face. 

Topper shifted on his feet, resisting the urge to bolt to the other side of the world.

“I guess, but I swear, it wasn’t on purpose.”

Rafe shot him a look, his brows knitting together, and Topper felt like he was under a microscope. “You called a random number. How does that ‘just happen’?”

He huffed, throwing his hands up. “I was grabbing some water, and her mail fell, and there was this number—I didn’t think! I just… acted.” He groaned, his head falling back as he stared at the sky. “I didn’t mean to put two and two together, but what was I supposed to do? You’re the one who made me go digging in the first place!”

“You really think that’s what’s going on?” Rafe asked finally, his voice quieter.

“You said she’s acting weird, and then there was that number, and…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Do you even understand what this means? If she’s—if there’s a—” He broke off, “I’d have to—Jesus Christ, what would I even do? I’m not—God.”

His hands gripped the edge of the truck bed so hard his knuckles turned white, the veins in his arms standing out as he glared at the ground like it had personally offended him.

“If she didn’t tell me—” His voice was low, quiet in a way that made Topper wince because he knew what came next.

“Maybe just... ask her?”

 “Ask her?” he repeated, his voice disbelieving.

“Yeah, you know,” Topper said, gesturing vaguely. “Talk to her? Maybe find out what’s going on instead of losing your shit over worst-case scenarios?”

Rafe shook his head, “No. If she wanted me to know, she’d tell me. She’s... she’s dealing with her own stuff. It’s not my place to push.”

 “Since when do you not push?”

“Since now,” Rafe snapped, though even he didn’t sound convinced.

“Rafe—”

“No, seriously,” Rafe interrupted, his voice rising now, the tight restraint unraveling with every word. “If she’s—if she’s going through this, if she’s pregnant, and she didn’t tell me?” He let out a bitter chuckle, “What the fuck does that say? About me.”

Topper opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it again. This felt like a minefield, and if anyone was good at stepping on the wrong spot, it was him.

Rafe pushed off the truck, he couldn’t physically stay still. His eyes were burning as he raked a hand through his buzzed hair.

“I was—fuck. She thinks what? That I wouldn’t show up for this. She didn’t tell me because she doesn’t think I deserve to know.”

“That’s not true,” Topper said quickly, stepping closer, but Rafe’s empty laugh stopped him.

“Isn’t it?” Rafe’s voice was hollow now, all the fire drained out of him, turning his head slightly, just enough for Topper to see his throat working as he swallowed hard. “What the hell have I ever done to make her think I’d be there? That I’d—” He broke off. “Shit. I wouldn’t blame her. I can't even fucking blame her.”

“You still care about her, right?” Topper pressed, knowing he didn’t have to ask to know the answer.

Rafe’s head snapped up, “She’s the only thing I’ve ever cared about.”

He nodded slowly, “Then prove it.”

The envelope sat exactly where you’d left it, the faintest corner of folded. You froze for a second, your pulse quickening.

No. No way.

It was fine. Fine.

The number wasn’t even labeled—just digits scrawled hastily, you hadn’t touched it in days. Still, you couldn’t stop the tiny seed of panic attaching itself to your chest. There was absolutely no way Topper could’ve seen it, let alone put two and two together.

You exhaled slowly, placing it back on the counter.

He didn’t see it. He couldn’t have seen it.

Then why had he acted so… off? The pale face, the sudden excuse, the jittery energy—it was all so unlike him.

You shook your head, trying to push the thought away, a million things could’ve set him off. 

Maybe Ruthie had texted him something awful, or maybe he’d remembered he had to pick up his dry cleaning before the shop closed. Knowing Topper, it was probably something stupid and unrelated to you entirely.

Still, the nagging lingered as you cleaned up the counter and threw away the napkins. You glanced at the envelope one last time, then slid it into a drawer and shut it firmly. Whatever was going on with your cousin, it couldn’t have anything to do with that. It was impossible. And yet…

You sighed, rubbing your temples. 

“Pregnancy brain,” you muttered to yourself. “Making me paranoid over nothing.”

Of course that didn’t stop your heart from jumping every time the drawer creaked, or when you saw anything even remotely similar to that envelope’s color lying around the house for the entire night. Not that he’d ask, of course—Topper wasn’t the confrontational type, especially not with you. But he noticed things. And when he noticed, he worried.

The next morning you sank onto the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest. Topper was close, but he wasn’t like Sarah. She had been able to look you in the eye and say, You know I’m here, right? and mean it without any strings attached. Topper, though…

Your fingers itched toward your phone, even though it was stupid to call her so early over this. Still, you needed someone to remind you that you weren’t losing it, that Topper’s weirdness had nothing to do with anything serious.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you found Sarah’s number, pressing the call button. She picked up on the second ring, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You could picture her, sitting in her car or probably stretched out somewhere in Poguelandia with her feet propped up on a table, looking concerned.

“Nothing’s wrong. I just…” You trailed off, fiddling with the edge of a pillow. 

“Topper’s been acting strange. And I think I’m just overthinking it, but it’s making me crazy.”

She made a sound between a hum and a laugh. “So the Topper panic spiral. That’s what we’re dealing with?”

“Basically,” you muttered, trying to keep your tone light. “But this time… He was here last night, and I thought he saw this random piece of paper I had with, you know. A number on it.” You took a shaky breath, embarrassed for how paranoid you sounded. “But he couldn’t have, right? I mean, it was buried under five other things.”

“Okay,” Sarah said slowly, clearly choosing her words. “First, let’s just say that if he did see anything, which he probably didn’t, he wouldn’t assume the worst. He’s your cousin; he knows you don’t tell him everything, and he respects that. Right?”

“Yeah… I guess.” You chewed your lip, feeling a little stupid for even calling her.  “But what if he does put it together, Sarah? I don’t know if I’m ready for that.”

“He won’t,” she reassured, like she could see right through your anxiety. “And you don’t need to feel bad for wanting to keep this private. You’re allowed to handle it however you need to. You’re not doing anything wrong.”

You exhaled, the knot in your chest loosening a little. She always knew how to talk you down, "Okay,” you murmured, and a shaky laugh slipped out. “Maybe I'm being paranoid.”

“Pregnancy brain,” she teased, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You hung up feeling marginally better.

Sarah had a way of calming you down, but the uneasiness stayed with you, the way it always did when you couldn’t fully explain something.

But the relief was fleeting, by lunchtime, the nagging voice in your head was back. Topper wasn’t malicious, but he did have a habit of talking without thinking, and the last thing you needed was for this to get out before you were ready. Not only was this a huge scandal, but it was your business.

You busied yourself with small tasks—folding laundry, wiping down the counters, pretending that everything was fine. It wasn’t until almost noon that your phone rang. The hospital’s number flashed on the screen, and your stomach dropped.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Miss Thornton?” the voice on the other end asked politely, too polite for comfort.

“This is she."

“This is Linda from the hospital. I’m calling about your recent bloodwork. We had a bit of an issue with our system, and unfortunately, there was a delay in getting back to you. We also lost some patient information temporarily—”

“Wait, what?” you interrupted, not liking where this was going, “What do you mean you lost information?”

“Oh, nothing to worry about,” Linda said quickly, as if that would make you feel better. “We managed to recover most of it, but in the meantime, we had to rely on emergency contact information to reach out. Dr. Harris called yours last night.”

Your breath caught. “Called... my emergency contact?”

“Yes.”

“Sarah Cameron? She didn’t tell me someone called.”

“She’s not listed as your emergency contact in our system, Rafe Cameron is. It might be an older record?”

Fuck.

Your heart was in your throat. “What... what did he tell him?”

“He only left a generic message asking for you to follow up about your bloodwork. Nothing specific.”

“Nothing specific,” you repeated, more to yourself than to her. Relief and panic warred within you. If Rafe knew, he’d already be there, the night before, demanding answers. Right?

“We need you to come back in. It’s possible you may have an infection, and we need to run a few more tests.”

You didn’t even hear the rest of her explanation.

Your fingers felt numb as you mumbled something that vaguely resembled agreement and hung up.

Infection, that was what she’d said. That was all it was. Not… not anything else. If it were anything else, they wouldn’t have just called—they’d have told Rafe.

“Stop,” you muttered aloud, shaking your head. “Stop spiraling.”

But your brain wouldn’t listen.

“Generic message,” Linda had said, but did it sound generic? What did he think when he got it? Had he laughed it off, or was he running his stupid pristine bedroom, piecing together clues you hadn’t even realized you’d left?

You didn’t want to text Sarah again.

You could imagine her smirking, “I told you, he’s not going to magically grow psychic overnight.” Yeah, sure, but this was Rafe.

He didn’t need magic. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on Sarah’s voice in your head. “You’re not doing anything wrong.”

Except it didn’t feel like that. You hadn’t thought about Rafe as your emergency contact in months, hadn’t needed to. 

You sank into the couch, hugging your knees to your chest.

“This is so stupid,” you muttered, but your voice didn’t make it feel any less real. You weren’t even sure what you were spiraling over anymore. The envelope? The hospital? The baby?

“Okay,” you said out loud. “Okay, it’s fine. Everything’s fine.”

The sound of your voice didn’t even convince you. Your brain wouldn’t stop jumping from one thing to the next, spinning every scenario you didn’t want to think about. 

What if he did know? If that was enough to set him off, to make him call someone, pull some strings...Shit, what if he did show up, and you had to explain why you were dodging everyone and keeping things from him and—stop. 

Stop. 

You were doing it again. The spiraling. The pregnancy brain Sarah teased you about like it was some sort of cute quirk, but wasn’t cute.

You sat up straight, squeezing the couch pillow so hard you thought it might burst. Breathe. Just breathe, you’d made it this far without imploding.

You glanced toward the drawer again, the one with the envelope. You should’ve burned it, shredded it first. No, you had to keep it—just in case. But just in case of what? Just in case you needed more reasons to feel like a lunatic.

Oh my god. What if Topper saw the stupid number, and then Rafe got the hospital call, and then—bam—suddenly, they had the whole damn thing figured out?

You could feel it already—the panic. You liked to think they were both too stupid for their own good, but they were also observant. Rafe, that bastard always knew how to put things together faster than anyone. 

What if—what if it’s that simple for them? What if they both saw it, and then they were just sitting there, having some stupid-ass conversation, connecting dots you didn’t even realize were dots?

No. Stop. Stop thinking like that.

You were getting carried away, jumping to conclusions like some manic soap opera character. You weren’t that girl. Not really. But the thought of them talking—Topper with his concern and Rafe with his overbearing intensity.

Your fingers tapped a frantic rhythm against the pillow. The idea of him figuring it out? Oh, that made your skin crawl. Not because he’d be cruel—no, that wasn’t his style. He’d just be so… himself.

Overwhelming, determined to “fix” things for you, even when you didn’t ask for it. 

You groaned, dropping the pillow and standing abruptly, like the movement might kill the growing dread. No, you told yourself firmly.

You weren’t spiraling over things that hadn’t even happened yet.

But the voice in your head, the one that always sounded a little too much like Rafe, had other plans: What if it’s already too late?

You paced the living room, arms crossed tightly over your chest. This was ridiculous, you were ridiculous. Nothing had happened, nothing was going to happen. The number wasn’t even that suspicious, it could’ve been anything.

You groaned again, flopping onto the couch like the dramatic mess you were currently embodying. Rafe had probably gotten the hospital call, rolled his eyes without a second thought, too busy with his new precious life.

Your stomach churned, and you pressed your hands against it instinctively. It wasn’t showing yet—thank god—but you couldn’t help the way your mind spiraled back to it, to all the ways this could go wrong.

You grabbed your car keys without thinking, maybe it would clear your head. A drive—that’s what you needed. Get out of the house, and put some distance between you and the stupid envelope, the phone calls, all of it. You turned the knob, yanked the door open—

—and froze.

Rafe’s hand was raised mid-air, clearly about to knock. You didn’t even try to hide the way your breath hitched. 

Oh, no. No, no, no.

Standing there on the porch like he hadn’t just derailed your entire plan. As if it was still perfectly normal for him to show up unannounced, one hand shoved into his pocket and the other gripping his phone, his head tilted in a maddeningly familiar way.

His hand hovered uncertainly on the doorframe as you stepped back, your arms folding protectively over your chest. He didn’t push past you, didn’t move his weight forward—just stood there.

He glanced down at the spare key still in his hand, turning it over like he was considering whether he even had the right to use it. “They called me last night.”

Okay, he was just here because of the hospital, a coincidence, that’s all it was.

“And? You could’ve ignored it.”

His hand flexed at his side like he didn’t know what to do with it. “I thought something might be wrong.”

“It’s not.” Your voice was clipped, cold. “They called the wrong number. End of story.”

He didn’t rise to the bait.

“I thought—” He cut himself off, exhaling sharply. “I thought you were sick.”

“Like I said, it was a mix-up.”

His jaw ticked. That tiny muscle in his cheek twitched, the one that always flared when he was suspicious.

“Funny, they didn’t sound mixed up when they said your name,” he drawled, his tone probing. “Wanna try again?”

“Mind your fucking business,” Your voice was defensive, and you hated the crackle of guilt in your chest when he flinched. “I don’t need you to pretend to care. Why are you even here?” you snapped, taking a step back. The space between you felt vulnerable. “Don’t you have someone else to worry about?"

You felt cornered with every second he stood there.

“We need to talk.”

Maybe if you acted calm, like nothing was wrong, he’d stop looking at you like that. Vulnerability wasn’t something you were good at, he’d already taken too much. He always took too much.

“I don’t owe you shit. Not explanations, not answers, nothing. Leave.”

He didn’t. Of course, he didn’t.

Rafe didn’t know how to let shit go, not when it came to you, he didn’t back away.

“You’re right,” he said, surprising you. “You don’t, but I’m not leaving until we talk.”

The way he said, it wasn’t even a threat. It was worse than that. It was calm, resolute, like he’d already decided, and nothing you said or did could change it. 

That scared you more than anything.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you hissed, “Whatever you think you know, you don’t.”

He arched an eyebrow, his eyes flicking to the edge of the couch where your phone still sat, “You sure about that?”

“God, you’re always like this. Always overstepping, always assuming—”

“I know."

All the noise in your head—your spiraling thoughts, your excuses, your endless denials—went silent, except for the way your heart thudded in your chest, so fast, it hurt. He hadn’t raised his voice, but those two words hit you like a kick to your chest.

No, he couldn’t—he didn’t, he was bluffing, he had to be. Air caught in your throat, and for a moment, you thought you might choke on it. He didn’t move, didn’t repeat himself. He couldn’t know.

Your tongue went dry. 

“What are you talking about?” You couldn’t breathe. It felt like someone was squeezing your chest. You shook your head again, more violently this time, stepping back, “You don’t know shit.”

“I think I do.” His voice was quiet, and that made it worse, it wasn’t cold or angry; it wasn’t even accusing. He didn’t sound like he wanted to be right, he just sounded tired.

You prayed to come up with something—anything—to deflect, to deny, to keep the truth buried where it belonged. 

“You’re delusional,” you took another step back, putting more space between you and the man who had always known you too well.

He just shook his head, “You don’t have to lie to me, you’re scared, you’re not even trying to hide it.”

It was the way he stared with those stupid blue eyes, he was peeling back your layers. He always did that, made you feel like he could see something in you that you weren’t ready to acknowledge.

“Oh, fuck off.” You threw your hands up. “You don’t know shit about what I’m feeling. You’ve got no right to—I’m not lying.”

It still hurt how much you missed him, hurt to even look at him.

“Don’t pull this cryptic bullshit with me, if you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

The thing you’d been running from, denying, hiding, you simply stared at him, trying to decide if there was any way to lie your way out of this.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You tried to laugh, but it came out strangled, desperate. “T-That’s insane. You’ve lost your mind.”

Rafe wasn’t gloating or triumphant—he just looked… resigned, he’d pieced it together before he showed up.

“Don’t do that. Don’t lie to me, not about this.”

You wanted to scream, to shove him, to do anything that would make him stop looking at you like he cared. Like he knew you. Because if you stopped long enough to think about it, you knew it was over.

He’d already seen it.

“I mean it, Rafe.” Your hand tightened on the door, nails digging into the wood. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

God, this was so fucked. You wanted him gone, but wanted him here, needed him to leave you alone, but at the same time, you hated that he could just leave.

“Tell me I’m wrong.”

You thought about what he’d do if he knew—really knew. Not just the vague sense he had now, but the details. Would he try to stop you? 

Your lip quivered, and you hated yourself for it. “You’re wrong.”

You stared at him, at the way his shoulders hunched slightly, his usual confidence worn down. You hated him for being calm for once in his fucking life, for being here, for not letting this slide when it was none of his fucking business.

“Am I?”

Your hands clenched tighter, nails biting into your palms. “Why? Why do you even care? It’s not like you—”

“Because it’s mine.”

Your breath hitched again, and this time, you couldn’t hide it. You wanted to deny it, to throw something—hell, anything—back at him to make him shut the fuck up. But your throat felt like it had shut off entirely, and your mind had gone blank.

“I—” you stammered, shaking your head violently, “No. You don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re—”

“Hey, hey, just—just stop,” he said, his voice careful, as if he was trying not to spook you. “I’m not—Jesus, I’m not here to fight with you, okay? I’m not here to make this harder.”

Your chest heaved, a bitter laugh escaping before you could stop it. He was too late—late to care, late to help, late to fix anything. Five days, that’s all you had to get through.

Five days until you didn’t have to think about it anymore. 

This is the right choice, you told yourself for the hundredth time. You couldn’t bring a baby into this mess.

“You’re doing a hell of a job at that.”

“I just want to help. If you let me—”

“No,” you interrupted, grabbing the edge of the door. “I’m fixing it.”

“Fixing—?” Rafe’s brow furrowed, his confusion almost comical He started to step forward, but you stopped him with a resentful glare that made him stop. “What does that even mean?”

“It means you can take your fake concern and shove it up your ass.”

His brow furrowed. “It’s not fake—” His face twisted in confusion, mouth opening like he was about to argue, but you didn’t give him the chance, slamming the door in his face, so hard the frame rattled.

“Of course. Of course, it’s mine,” you muttered to yourself, mocking his stupid, self-righteous tone.

You leaned back against the door, sliding to the floor, arms crossed over your knees as your brain whirred like it was trying to kill you.

It wasn’t like you had a choice.

Technically, you did, but what were you supposed to do? Keep it and become a tragic sob story? The words almost felt like you’d ripped them out of someone else’s mouth, right or wrong didn’t even matter anymore. There wasn’t space in your life for this—for him, for a baby, for any of it.

A muffled knock sounded from the front door—tentative, like he was giving you a moment.

“Go away,” you yelled, your voice hoarse.

“Open the door.”

Your thoughts taunted you with memories and possibilities you didn’t want to entertain. The way Rafe had looked at you—like he knew—it was unbearable.

How had he put it together? Maybe you'd slip up in tiny ways, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow. You hated yourself for being so careless, despised him even more for being so fucking relentless.

You wiped your cheeks roughly, not realizing you’d started crying until your sleeve came back damp.

“Please, just open the door. We can talk—just talk, okay?

“No,” you muttered to the empty room. “No, I’m not doing this.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, leaning your head back against the door and pressing your hands over your ears to block him out. 

“Don’t shut me out like this,” he begged. “I can’t—fuck, I can’t stand it when you do this. Just open the door. Five minutes, that’s all I’m asking.”

He had a key. If he wanted to, he could let himself in at any moment, but he didn’t, that wasn’t the Rafe you were used to.

Before, he'd have barged right in, shouted until your ears bled, and demanded answers. He would’ve tried to fix it or destroy it, maybe both. 

You hated that he still acted like he cared, that he was trying to be so fucking reasonable now, when just a few months ago, he would’ve lost it, broken through any barrier to get what he wanted.

This was worse, this Rafe was wearing you down.

Another hushed plea made it through the door, but all you could think was how thin the wood felt, how it barely drowned the sound of his voice. A new door might be better, something heavier, more solid, that could drown out everything—the desperation, the crack in his voice.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, and you bit hard on the inside of your cheek to keep them from falling. 

“I know you’re scared,” he continued, “And I know you think I’ll screw this up—God knows I probably will. But please don’t keep me in the dark. Just tell me what’s going on.”

You pictured flipping through hardware store catalogs, weighing your options: oak? steel? soundproofing foam?

“Please,” Rafe whispered, and the rawness in his voice scraped against you like nails on a chalkboard. You tilted your head back against the door, willing yourself not to cry again. 

Steel doors don’t warp as easily as wood.

You swallowed hard, your body aching as you fought the sob threatening to escape. He didn’t deserve this—didn’t deserve to sound so wrecked over you. He'd done this to himself.

Your fingers twitched against the door handle, the temptation to open it curling around you, but instead, you thought about bolts.

Deadbolts, a second lock could work, something he couldn’t get through even if he had the key.

His voice wavered again, you thought he might start crying, too, yet all you did was glance at the base of the door. A better seal would muffle the noise more. Maybe weatherstripping? That could help.

You pressed your hands tighter over your ears, as though it would help. It didn’t. Nothing would—not until you replaced the lock, the door, the memory of him standing there and breaking himself open for you.

God, you really needed a new door—and a new heart.

One that didn’t twist at the sound of his voice, that didn’t flinch every time he called your name like it was a prayer. A heart that didn’t feel for him, you told yourself, over and over, like a mantra. If you could just stop the way your chest tightened at his pleas, stop the ache in your ribs when he said he couldn’t let this go.

You wanted steel walls, that could keep everything out—his voice, his touch, the memories of all the good parts of him that had kept you hanging on for so long. Because of this heart? It was useless, too soft, too easily swayed, still willing to believe him, even when you knew better.

“Please, just talk to me,” Rafe begged. You bit your lip hard enough to taste blood.

You couldn’t help but wonder if this calmness came from Sofia.

Perhaps she was the reason he’d changed, maybe she had somehow made him different, had softened the sharp edges of the guy you used to know. She was calm, collected—nothing like you. It hurt like a bitch, the thought that someone else could make him this patient. You wondered if she’d taught him how to handle his emotions, how to be this way—he’d learned some secret he never bothered to share with you.

You couldn't let yourself go there, couldn't let the bitterness of that thought settle in your mind for too long.

“Talk to me.”

No. Not this time.

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[oikarma]

how you get the girl | pt.1

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: everyone knows you as the "girl timothee chalamet made out w at coachella" until he's with kylie. so you're picking up the pieces of your heart until a certain f1 driver steps in and puts it back together

a/n: got stuck on my franco fic so here's another lando smau for you cuties <3

part one / part two

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deuxmoi A little birdie told us that Timothée Chalamet's Coachella hook-up might have been a little more serious than we thought...

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user1 genuinely tweaking out

user2 no cause who is she

user3 timothee baby come home the kids miss you

user4 Like how serious are we talking deuxmoi

user5 are we sure that's him in the third pic

user6 i'd know those anal beads ANYWHERE user7 lmao she looks so fed up with him

user8 she looks so fake...

user9 she's def had work done user10 how much you wanna bet he's going to go after a kardashian next?

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deuxmoi After months of speculation, Kylie and Timothée seem to have hard-launched.

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user1 bop bop bop

user2 how long is this gonna last?

user3 is it just me or does she genuinely look happy with him

user4 ignore the haters they're just jealous

user5 what does clubchalamet have to say about this

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yourinstagram bet you can't tell my soul is black

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lilyzneimer what's cooking, good looking?

yourinstagram do you want my audition to be the next cassie lilyzneimer no getting a new man crush would destroy you

princejoeybreeze okay emo

yourinstagram okay ego

hattiepiastri you want to practice that spiderman upside down kiss

yourinstagram might get it wrong the first time...might need to do it a few times...you know? oscarpiastri can you stop flirting with my sister hattiepiastri i like it actually oscar will you stop ruining my chance at true love

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f1 Some fashion icons spotted in the paddock today!

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user1 alexxx 😍

user2 who's the girl with alex is it the same one in p2?

user3 i think its the same girl she just took her blazer off prob undid her hair too cause it was super hot user4 no idea

user5 lily mi amor!

user6 icons that's RIGHT the 2nd fit be eating so hard

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yourinstagram thanks piastris!! had so much fun being pampered

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hattiepiastri miss you x

yourinstagram get well soon baby

lilyzneimer you should come with me to osc's races more often

yourinstagram i wish...my broke ass could never

oscarpiastri You're welcome

yourinstagram !! hattiepiastri he's such a bot

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lando went out tonight x

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user1 looking cute, lando

user2 oh he's so huggable

yourinstagram it's all "manners" until you get the chicken tenders

lando hey they were yummy okay you weren't very demure either user3 WAIT GUYS ITS THE PADDOCK GIRL user4 the coachella girl?? user5 dang she sure gets around user6 what's she doing with lando

user7 why not on lando.jpg

user8 well it's a polaroid genius

oscarpiastri How come you never use utensils when you eat with me

lando i don't need to be classy around you osc oscarpiastri Hm. user9 oscar piastri are you jealous

user10 what is kylie doing in the likes??

user11 well she and lewis are friends maybe he introduced her to lando user12 liking your man's ex's new bf(?)'s post is wild

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a/n: hellooo here's a new lando fic for you guys <3 timothee may be appearing in the future and things may get a little dramatic so i hope you enjoyed reading pt1

[lymtw]

Drunken Lover

Toji can never shut up about you when his friends get him drunk. It's the one topic that never fails to be discussed when his friends manage to drag him away from your warm security for a night. Once the amount of alcohol he drank starts to hit and his overly chatty side is lured out, he spends the entire time talking about you, and the others just kind of listen to his ramblings and remain utterly shocked by how smitten he is. He talks so much about you, like he's trying to make up for the time he isn't spending with you.

It's always, "Shh... listen, shut the fuck up. Listen, listen, she smells so fucking good. Like she's fresh out the shower all the time" and "God... she purrs like a little kitten when I take her to bed" and "She's out of my league, but i'm not gonna fuck up the chance she gave me".

If it weren't for Shiu taking his phone, he would constantly be trying to reach you. Sometimes you're the one who calls when it gets late, just to see how things are going, and Shiu's always the one who picks up before he hands you over to Toji.

"Hey, Shiu! How is everything?"

"It's going pretty well, aside from Toji being a drunk mess." He scouts the area in search of your boyfriend and spots him next to another friend. Toji's all starry-eyed as he talks the poor man's ear off about you. "Wanna talk to him? He's been talking about you nonstop and it's starting to make the other guys jealous."

You giggle. "Sure. Let me talk to my idiot."

You can hear the commotion as well as the faint sound of Shiu alerting Toji of you being on the other end of the line.

"Heyyy, baby. You miss me? You need me?" You can hear the smile on his face. He's pacing back and forth as he waits for your voice to come back on the line.

The sound of Toji's voice makes your heart beat a little faster. It sounds like he made good use of his night out.

"You know I do, baby. Be safe, alright? Have Shiu send you home in a cab when you're ready to go and text me when you get home."

"I love you, ma. I fucking love you. I don't wanna be here anymore." He sighs, heavily. "Can I just go home, already? I've been trapped here for like five days now."

"I love you, Toji, and it hasn't been five days. More like five hours, but yeah, you can head home if you're done. Put Shiu back on the phone."

"No." He simply says, as he continues to pace around the crowded bar. "I miss you so much. I don't wanna see anyone else, anymore."

"Okay, baby. Tell Shiu you're ready to go. I'll see you tomorrow."

"I love you," he says once more before putting the phone down, leaving you to do the hanging up.

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"Shiu, i'm leaving. I'm ready to go, man. She said okay and I... Well, I wanna go see her."

"You're not going over there like this," Shiu responds. "She's not gonna be able to handle you alone, right now. I'll call you a cab and you're going straight home."

He was so wrong about that last part. Toji got in the cab, and Shiu told the driver his address. He wouldn't ever find out about how Toji ended up redirecting the cab to your place.

"Psst, hey. I'll give you another ten bucks if you turn around and go to this address."

Without hesitation, the man accepted the money and dropped Toji off at your apartment. He slowly made his way to your front door, ringing the doorbell and knocking right after to make sure you hear him.

You put down the dish rag you were using to dry dishes and headed to the door. You looked through the peephole and as soon as you see Toji standing on your doorstep, you gasp. Your brows furrow in confusion as you continue to stare at him for couple more seconds, just to make sure it's actually him and not some random, sketchy man.

"Babyyy... Open. Your boyfriend is here." He knocks again, his fist like a mallet on your door.

"Toji, shh. Stop," you say, voice low. You quickly pull him into your apartment, dismissing his laugh as you shut and lock the door when you both make it in.

"Oh, baby." He smiles as you approach him again. "Baby, baby." He pulls you into an overly tight embrace and sways you side to side, effortlessly. You smell a mixture of alcohol and cologne on his shirt. "My pretty girl. Fuck, I missed you and your body." He buries his face into the crook of your neck and allows his hands to settle on your lower back. You hear him take a whiff of your scent before carrying on with his rambling. "I didn't even wanna be there..." he mumbles. "...but they stole me away and I-" He hums in confusion when he realizes you aren't reciprocating the hug and pulls your arms around him before putting his hands on your lower back again. "I'm just gonna say no next time. Those drinks were disgusting."

Normally, you reciprocating his affection wouldn't be an issue, but you're still stuck on how he's there, standing a couple feet from your kitchen and not at his place. You can hear his quiet, labored breaths beside your ear. His looming frame and the tightness of his arms around you bring a lot more reality to the situation.

"Let's get you ready for bed, okay?" You say to the giant who threatens to tip you over. You gently tug at his arms for him to release you and create some distance.

You take his hand and guide him to the bathroom first, where both of you do your nightly routines of brushing your teeth and washing your faces. He made a mess with the water when it came to washing the cleanser off his face, but you paid no mind to it as you grabbed a towel and dried it up.

You walked out of the bathroom and Toji was hot on your trail, toothbrush still in his mouth as he followed you into the kitchen. "I'm just grabbing some water. It'll just take a quick second." You smile as he continues to sluggishly brush his teeth. He pauses to respond.

"Why do you wanna leave me so bad? You didn't tell me you were leaving the bathroom. You were just gonna go and leave me alone in there?" he says, slightly muffled by the toothpaste that fills his mouth.

You laugh when some of the foam falls to the floor.

"Okay, okay. Let's go back to the bathroom together, then."

"You can't leave me on the couch," he says, out of nowhere, more suds falling onto the floor. You push him a little so that by the time he reaches the bathroom, at least some toothpaste remains in his mouth.

He dips his head and spits out the foam into the sink, rinsing his mouth after. You have to go back and tidy things up, like the cloud he didn't make sure was washed away before stepping away from the sink, and the bubbly spume that spilled out of his mouth in the kitchen and the hallway.

He's following you again, like a lost puppy because you didn't comment on what he said about not wanting to stay on the couch. He's quiet because you're quiet. You're not saying anything because you're focused on wiping up the cleaning spray and toothpaste mixture on the floor with a paper towel, and he's leaning against the wall, silently watching, feeling like you're mad at him.

You stand up straight and make your way to the trashcan before washing your hands. "Let's go, Toji," you say. He's looking at you like a scolded dog, reaching his hand out for you to hold. In his mind, if you take it, you can't be too mad at him. His chest feels so much lighter when your soft palm meets his. The heaviness is replaced with a racing heart as you take him to the room with you. You're not leading him to the couch like he thought you were going to.

"You're letting me sleep next to you?" He asks, watching as you put up a couple more pillows for him to use.

"Since when do you sleep on the couch? You know I need you here with me whenever you sleep over." You turn around and pinch his cheek, stepping behind him to creak the door shut.

"Yeah? You like when I stay in your bed?" His voice goes low with the question. His hands go to your waist and he's walking you backwards towards your bed. "Well I like staying in your bed too, mama." He lays you down, your head cradled by his hand before he slides it out of the way for your pillow to take its place. He grins as he takes up all the space between your legs, his hands taking their position on your waist again. He takes your lips in his, the minty flavor of his mouth seeping into your taste buds. It's a short lived moment, because the second his hands try to tug your shorts down, you put a stop to everything, your own hands pulling your shorts back up.

"Mm..." you hum, releasing his lips with a quiet smack. "N-No, Toji. Not like this."

"No?" He repeats, a small crease of confusion between his brows as he pulls his hands away from your hips. "Okay," he complies, quickly diverting the situation by resting his whole body down on you. His chin rests on your chest and he just looks up at you with the most loving expression. You have to try not to laugh when you notice he isn't blinking.

You gently scratch the back of his head, threading your fingers through his hair. "What?" You ask, a soft smile following the question.

"I don't know," he says, sighing with that same adoring gaze still fixated on you. "I can't explain the way I see you." Not having the sufficiently accurate words to describe how you are depicted in his eyes is a strange, void-like feeling for someone who could talk about you for days on end.

You just hum at the declaration. His mind isn't exactly operating at one hundred percent, so you won't judge him for his inability to think of ways to describe you.

He lowers his gaze and buries his face in your warm chest. You can feel him kissing you through the thin material of your tank top. "Love you," he mumbles. "You mad at me?" He asks, not pausing his kisses as he waits for your answer.

"No, baby. There's nothing to be mad about." You smooth down his hair when you're done playing with it and rest your hands on his shoulders.

"Just wanted to see you." His warm breath filters through your shirt. "Shiu told me no, but I didn't care. I just had to see you, and now... i'm here." He inhales and lets out the breath slowly. "And I don't wanna go home." As if he's scared he'll be denied of you again, his arms go under your back, and he effectively molds his body into yours.

"You could've let me know over the phone rather than giving me a heart attack. You know you're always welcome here, my love." You rub soothing circles into his back with one hand, and the other goes to the back of his head again.

"Surprise," he says, lacking so much enthusiasm that it even makes him chuckle. He pushes his face further into your chest and lets out a sigh that reveals his tiredness. "Mm... you're gonna put me to sleep if you keep doing that."

You laugh, slowing your movements until your hands are just flat in their positions.

"No, ma," he groans, frustrated by the lack of your soothing touch on him. "Do it again, please. Feels good." He turns his head so that the side of his face rests on your chest.

It's impossible to deny him, especially when he asked so nicely. You like being able to help him relax this way. Never mind the lack of feeling in your legs from his weight and the minimal movement you've been allowed. You just can't seem to find it in yourself to whine about your position when the sound of him rhythmically breathing through his nose takes over the silence of the room. You tilt your head slightly to get a look at his face and as you suspected, he's out. His eyes are shut and he's motionless, save for the slight rise and fall of his shoulders and back as he breathes.

A kiss to the top of his head was your show of making peace with having him as your weighted blanket and human teddy bear for the night.

Shiu said you wouldn't be able to handle a drunk Toji all alone, yet there you have him, piled on and drooling on you like he's getting the best sleep.

[wyniepooh]

Loving him was never enough

you don’t have what logan needs, but he still takes all that he can.

Cage fighter!logan x reader. Mentions of violence. Porn with a little bit of plot. mdni; 18+

thinking about being logan’s plaything in his cage fighting days.

It’s not uncommon for the fighters to have a girl around their arms as they enter the ring, and though Logan usually resists against the fan girls who clamour around him in a frenzy, he figures a sweet thing like you could only do him some good.

Not only does it piss the other fighters off, (they hate to see the king of the cage also have a pretty girl like you beside him) turns out, you’re not half bad for company either.

You’re an anxious little thing, brows furrowed and eyes teary before every match. Logan doesn’t bother telling you that he’ll be fine, that he’s going to win guaranteed, that his punch is as hard as metal. Literally.

He hates to admit it, but he finds it endearing, the way you’re so worried for him. through his nonchalant front, he still wipes away your tears with his large hands before every match and reassures you, cooing, “I’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

When logan gets in the ring, the fight goes exactly as he expects it to go. The other guy is destroyed before logan even shows his true strength. In a spiteful and humiliating position, the fallen guy comments something like, “I’ll fuck your pretty girlfriend dumb.”

Logan hears, of course, and though the guy is already bleeding and sprawled over the mat on the ground in a pathetic display, and though logan definitely didn’t consider you his girlfriend, he throws the announcer to the side and pounces. Through gritted teeth and a bleeding forehead, he catches your eye, shaking his head lightly before knocking the other guy out.

You wait for him in the small public washroom afterwords, arms crossed and pouting. As Logan approaches the door and sees your stiff pacing around the room, he knows you’re mad. And he knows it won’t stay that way.

“‘was so worried, logan,” you practically run towards him, “why’d you have to go after him like that? he could’ve really hurt you.”

He scoffs and flashes you the fresh wad of cash. “Hurt me? Please.”

He stays still for as long as he can bear while you dab at the wound on his head with your sleeve, silently hoping you wouldn’t notice the red cut slowly healing by itself. When you try to touch his face, to run a finger down his cheek and his stubble, he grabs your wrist harshly to stop you.

You’re confused, confused as to why he allows you to trail along to his every fight and wipes your tears with such a gentle hand, but refuses to let you in. He doesn’t give you much time to think, though, because as soon as you part your lips to speak, he’s picking you up from under your arms and sitting you down on the cold sink counter.

there’s an aggressive desperation behind his kiss, probably produced by the adrenaline of the recent fight and triggered by the soft whine he heard from you when his teeth knocked against yours. His hand reaches down between your legs and drags your panties to the side, and before long, you’re biting his shoulder and mumbling, “‘gonna cum, logan, please, let me cum.”

He does, drawing out your short orgasm with a few more pumps of his fingers and a graze over your clit. When he’s done, you’re practically already numb, head limp on his shoulder as you hear the metal clinking of his belt.

“You want this?” He asks, holding your head up by your chin as he tilts his head and raises his brows. “You want me?”

You nod feverishly, half-lidded eyes flickering as you breathe, “yes, logan. need you.” Your head falls back against the mirror, and he looks down with a grin at the sight in front of him.

he hooks his arms around your knees to bring you closer before you take him to the hilt in one go, burying a mewl into his shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist. The first thrust burns, always does, but only he can make you forget the pain in an instant. Soon, your hands are tangled in his hair, his beard is rubbing against your neck, and you’re begging, “please, lo, need it so bad. “ Logan fucks exactly like how he fights, thrusting into you so sharply your ass is sliding back on the metal counter with each movement of his hips.

He’s done this enough times to know what makes you whine and dig your fingernails into his back, but he still demands, every time, “that feel good, baby? you like that?” Of course, you don’t have to answer for him to know that it does, that it does feel good, so incredibly good, and that he’s hitting all the right spots in the body only he knows so well.

You aren’t the only one filling the room with lewd noises. Logan is panting too, the echoes of his each and every grunt reflecting off of every corner in the room and into your ear. It only makes your cheeks flush hotter, only encourages your hips to move more eagerly to match his pace.

It’s always when he’s just about there that Logan pulls back and looks down at where the two of you are connected, slowing down his strokes to slowly watch his bulging cock sink deep into your slopping cunt.

It’s the only opportunity with logan that you get to really look at him, to see the raw expression of euphoria on his face, teeth bared and mouth open. Some strands of previously gelled hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes rolling back with each press of his pelvis. Your eyes trace the sweat on his shoulder, the hair on his chest peaking from behind his white wife-beater, and the vein on his stomach that connects to the one on his dick.

You gaze flickers back at his face, and you extend a hand to guide his head towards you. He tries to turn away, as usual, and you hate that you know he’s holding back; limiting the noises he’s making, the pace he’s taking.

“Just use me, Logan. I know you want to,” you plead against his lips, inhaling a gasp as you press your lips onto his. You expect him to pull away, to push your head to the side and focus on finishing the other task at hand, but this time, he only pulls you closer, one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. He doesn’t give you much time to be shocked before he resumes his previous pace, drilling into you with the same vigor, albeit a bit more sloppy than before.

Logan pulls back to catch his breath, and at the same time, you clench tightly around him. A low groan escapes him, a noise so animalistic and fervent that you reach your high right then and there, shrieking as your legs begin to shake.

He’s close too, you can feel it in his breathing, so you let him fuck you beyond your orgasm, even if it’s getting to be too much and you’re losing your thoughts by the second.

“nobody— ah— fucks my girlfriend,” he suddenly growls, lifting you up from under your arms and shoving you against the tiled wall. He squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to look into his hazel gaze as he spits, “n-nobody fucks you like I do.”

He plummets into you deep, leaning his lips in and making you swallow one last groan of his before you feel his warm release fill your insides.

When he’s done, Logan is supporting all your weight, your limp arms splayed around his sweaty back. You whimper at the emptiness as he pulls out, feeling his cum languidly drip down your inner thighs.

You’re too exhausted to realize what he just said, to react to what he just referred to you as, and as the fog of pleasure slowly unclouds Logan’s head, he’s glad he fucked you stupid enough to forget.

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a/n: anyone else feel like they’re incapable of writing good smut? Hey Google how many other synonyms could there possibly be of the word ‘thrust’?

[producedbysohyun]

Shark Week

Squid game x reader hcs

Summary: How the people in squid game would react to you being on your period (all separate)

Includes: Thanos, Se-mi, Dae-ho, Myung-gi, Jun-ho, Hyun-ju (non!squid game au)

Warnings: We are pretending for this one they aren’t all in major debt 🤗, a little suggestive on thanos’s part, If you’re scared of periods don’t read I guess?? 😭

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a/n: this goes out to all my people who have to deal with periods! We are in this together 😔✊

Thanos

Ya you’re out of luck with this one 😔

Probably the worst person to have with you during your period

Definitely trys to rap his way into making you feel better but just fails miserably

“I know another way to make you feel better 😏”

“No”

“Ok 😞” *walks off with yet again another failed attempt*

If you asked him to go out and by you pads he would probably come back with those small cotton pads for your face

I mean he’s trying 😭

The type to ask “are you on your period” whenever you’re in a bad mood and is met with a slap every time

Doesn’t know what else to do so he probably just goes even more broke buying a bunch of food for you

(“With what money” we all yell in unison 🗣️)

Tolerates watching your “stupid” shows that you like just to make you happy but ends up being really interested

Se-mi

One of the best people to have with you

Deals with her period really well so she doesn’t really understand your pain but she gets the other things

Cuddles you all day!!

Literally turns into your slave

I feel like she would tease you about something and then accidentally make you cry because you’re overly sensitive

She feels so bad and you better believe she’s gonna watch what she says for the remainder of your period

You guys watch shows all day and just eat junk food

*stares at you dying in pain* “is it that bad?”

*starts crying*

“What- nooo baby I’m sorry” *queue her kissing all over your face*

I’m in love with her

Dae-ho

*sigh* I love him

Dude has four sisters so you are in luck

He definitely knows what to do

Gives you so much cuddles

He’s probably extra clingy to you during this time but if you tell him you want space he definitely respects it

If you’re having cramps he’ll give you tummy rubs 😔

I need him so bad wjdvjwwjwdjwkwj

Lowkey gets a bit freaked out when you start having mood swings

So he’s definitely careful with what he says not that he could ever hurt your feelings anyways

Is there to comfort you when you start crying over dumb stuff and NEVER makes fun of you for it

Gets you all your favorite snacks!!!

Ugh I need him

Myung-gi

Lowkey avoids you at first

Confused pt.2

He gets the hang of it pretty quickly tho

“Are you on your period” pt.2

Slapped pt.2

Poor boy didn’t even mean it in a bad way he was just genuinely curious 😞

Secretly looks up what to do

You guys binge watch shows together the whole day while cuddling

Try’s not giggle if you start crying over the show

And if you see him laughing it only makes you cry more

“No no Jagiya I’m sorrrryyy”

*Kisses your face till you stop crying*

Besides the laughing part he’s not a terrible person to have 👍

Jun-ho

Gives you your space

Kinda just lets you do your own thing but if you specifically need something he’ll do it for you

He’s up for giving you cuddles but you gotta ask him cause he doesn’t wanna do anything to upset you :(

Weirdly calm about the whole thing

Sends you texts asking how you’re feeling throughout the day as he can’t be there with you the whole time due to his job

Very very patient when you have mood swings

Buys you food pt.3

Overall not too bad

Hyun-ju

She definitely knows what to do

Very educated

Cuddles pt.4!!!!!!

Does everything she possible can to make you feel better cause she hates seeing you in pain

If somebody upsets you she will personally go and deal with them herself girl doesn’t play around

Constantly checks up on you asking if there’s anything she can do

Literally never makes you cry

She’s so gentle with you 🙁

10/10 person to have when your on your period

a/n: I hope you guys enjoyed! This was a lot of fun to make!!