#dominant!rafe

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when losing a simple game of hide-and-seek turns outgoing, loyal, handsome rafe into reckless, obsessive, sexy rafe - my first venture into smut in a long while, so it’s a mere blurb, but here we go (18+, pain kink if u squint):

i knew rafe was a sore loser. i’d seen him fumble enough times to have gathered that, which only adds to his mounting displeasure at forfeiting the game of hide-and-seek because he couldn’t find me. two basically grown-ass adults and he couldn’t manage to check the closet? his loss, my gain — which is exactly what pissed him off so bad.

i had a feeling he’d be taking what’s his soon to balance it back out. let the real game begin, then.

“it’s not like i was hidden particularly well. no wonder treasure hunting was never your specialty.”

this earns me a growl that reverberates through the entirety of the cameron household, which, blissfully, is empty — leaving us to our own devices for the moment. rafe didn’t like what he couldn’t control, no matter how trivial, and we both knew we were playing with fire. we could burn the whole goddamn island to the ground and it still wouldn’t be enough for either of us.

“i told you i didn’t want to fucking play that childish-ass game,” he rants, pacing now. he’s one more snide comment away from either banging his head against the wall or banging me against the wall. i really can’t tell. but i do love finding out.

“i suggested a silly little game. no one forced you to suck at it.”

and there it is, folks! banged against the wall it is. “checkmate, bitch,” i think, smugly.

i try to hide my pleased reaction, but he catches it easily, and my nonchalance only fuels his frustration.

he grunts, stalking toward me. the soft fringe falling into his face somehow sharpens him, shows off his jagged edges that i’d learned to crave.

i stare up at him. his hands tremble with the force he’s holding back, his knuckles pressed white against the wall on either side of my head, pinning me where i stand. his pursed, pouty lips twitch into a sneer, and the light in his eyes is amused, accepting the challenge. the tension vibrates in the small space between us.

he rakes his gaze over me as i do the same, fingers clutching the collar of his button-down, bunched in the fine material. he looks so good like this. absolutely sinful. completely in control.

“you think i suck? you think i suck so fucking bad? i’ll show you who sucks, bitch. get on your knees.”

i mean, rude, but i’m not arguing. the risk was calculated but the prize is always worth it. i drop immediately.

he rewards my obedience with a soft hand on my cheek, running it across my features, mapping them out. his touch stops on my lips, caressing — then forcing them open. not that i resist much. embarrassing.

“that’s a good girl. open that pretty mouth for me — i’m tired of hearing you talk. but don’t mistake that for permission to be quiet,” he grits out through clenched teeth. “i’m going to remind you exactly just how good i am at the things that actually matter. i’m a proactive person, aren’t i? look at me. now.”

he smirks down at my open, waiting mouth before he slides in the tip, just enough to tease. i moan around it, flicking my tongue over the bead of precum. i look up, and he captures me with his eyes as he takes my mouth relentlessly now. the blue steel of his gaze, the taste of him on my tongue — it’s overwhelming. i whimper, and he groans, twisting his fist into my hair. a ring snags on a strand and it hurts. i can tell he meant for it to.

he’s so fucking huge and not at all gentle and soon he’s hitting the back of my throat at a steady rhythm, churning gaze latched onto mine. i’m lost in a storm, stuck somewhere between getting a rise out of him and submission.

“there is nowhere in this godforsaken mansion you could hide that i wouldn’t find you if it ends like this every time,” he groans, punctuating each word with a sharper thrust.

it’s messy. my eyes are watering, my throat burns. he only allows me to pop off long enough to catch a breath before shoving himself back in. in one of those rare moments, i take another risk — less calculated now that he’s bordering on feral.

“and yet you didn’t, and here we are,” i slur, tears running down my cheeks. i never gag though — i’m his good girl. except for when it came to my mouth, which even when occupied, was a repeated problem. a problem rafe always “takes care” of. he’s proactive, remember? the thought makes me snort.

“what’s so funny?” his voice is breathy, but firm. “sounds like you haven’t learned your lesson yet if you can still run that fucking mouth of yours. on all fours. don’t make me wait.”

he uses the fistful of hair to force me down. i hiss, and he grins wickedly, a crinkle of the eye. gorgeous.

i didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“you think i’m gorgeous, sweetheart? you want me to wreck your perfect little pussy for you, just like this?” he shoves me the rest of the way down. hard.

i wait to feel him pressed against me, but instead, i gasp. warm breath grazes the most sensitive part of my skin, and the position keeps me vulnerable, a feeling we both know he’s trying to chase away after his loss. it’s how he reclaims control. keeps me on my toes.

“oh, that’s still coming, princess,” he murmurs, velvety soft now. “but i don’t want you to forget how well i know you. how i give you what you need. i want to watch while i take you apart first. watch while i remind you of all the reasons that i never truly lose.”

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•The kiss

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┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

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CAN YOU PLEASE, PLEASE ON MY KNEES WRITE ABOUT BITCHY!READER X RAFE AND IT'S SMUT?? I FEEL LIKE YOU'LL DO IT JUSTICE!!! thank you

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WHATEVER SHE WANTS | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb) | x Bitchy!Kook!Female Reader

Content — 18+, power/dominance play, p in v, doggy style, orgasm denial, and dirty talks

Word Count — 2.2K

lıllılı Whatever She Wants by Bryson Tiller

You always wanted Rafe.

It's your right. Since you were a child, you demanded the best in everything—toys, clothes, boyfriends. They had to be perfect. Had to be yours. And yes, it may come off a little superficial but who cares? It's what you deserve, and it'll be hell if you don't get it.

Since the first look, when you caught Rafe lounging on a chair with his friends, tipping the rim of his beer onto his lips, while his eyes scanned over the room in an attractive lazy way, you knew you had to have him. It didn't help that you were competitive, and Rafe garnered attention with women. They flocked to him and begged for a minute of his time. It became a game to you, and that heightened your need.

Everything was calculated. The makeup you wore, the outfits you curated, the glances. You always timed your arrivals—when you knew Rafe would be watching the door—and marked your exits. You knew exactly what to wear—dresses that tantalizing exposes your ass, but only as a preview—and the cosmetic style he liked. Rafe's the type of man who believes he wants a bare-faced woman, but truly, he wants something natural that enhances your features.

You came with friends. You left alone. You drank enough to loosen your nerves and danced with the crowd, but not enough to make a fool of yourself. You knew your tolerance and knew Rafe didn't like a messy girl.

At least, in public.

You caught his gaze a couple of times, flashing a flirtatious smile over your shoulders, but never lingered longer than three seconds. Rafe can't know how easy he can have you, because Rafe, like most boys, loves a chase. You're not easy, you're spoiled. He had to come to you.

And he did.

Rafe tried to introduce himself on several occasions. On those nights when you're leaving early—as planned—Rafe would cut to the door to pay a parting remark. "You're leaving so soon?" he would ask, "Alone? Again?" He would add. You always told him it was because no one caught your eye, and Rafe took that as a personal challenge. He would then try to tell you his name, as if he were different, to which you nod—detached—as if it didn't matter.

It drove him insane.

Because you didn't offer the same courtesy. You kept him guessing. He had to finally ask around to learn your name, which he would use to tease you the next time he saw you. And he did. And you laughed. But you acted like you didn't care. Like all the trouble he went through didn't prove a thing. That's when Rafe knew he needed you.

Tonight's no different. Just as you're about to leave, Rafe catches you with another smooth pick-up line. You just giggle. He studies how your eyes crinkle with amusement, the curve of your lips painted in his favorite shade of lipstick, and the lithe tilt of your head to the side as you ask him with your gaze, is that the best you got?

It isn't. But Rafe's determined to get further with you tonight. He continues to talk, asking about which men disappointed you and the reasons for your constant disappearances from these parties. And, for once, you're answering his questions with little resistance. Perhaps, it's because of the amount of cheap wines you consumed, or maybe you—for once—are tired of the games and want it to come to a fruitful end. Because when Rafe finally asks to take you home, you don't say no.

The walk to his truck is brisk. His arm wrapped around your waist, directing your path, while his fingers trail over the backless cut of your dress, producing a buzzing feeling beneath your skin. He's whispering something in your ear, but all of it is incomprehensible as you revel in the feeling of his touch and his touch alone. The feeling of your game coming to a conclusion.

And, just as you're about to reach the car, Rafe slams you into the side of the vehicle with a searing kiss.

His mouth catches yours and everything feels perfect. As if the buildup leading to this precise moment had been worth it, and every needy emotion rises to the top. His hand travels down the length of your body, to your hips, pulling you closer, and needing to eliminate all the space and wait you made him do.

Rafe's movements are swift and controlled. One of his hands props open the backdoor of his car, pushing you inside, and laying you against his leather seats. All without breaking the kiss.

"You don't know how long I wanted this, wanted you," Rafe blubbers between wet kisses. "Seeing you at every party, in these tiny dresses, not being able to touch," he rasps, bundling the hem of your dress into a tight fist. "Tell me you wear them for me."

"And if I did?" You say with a moan, tipping your head back to grant him access to your neck. "Did you like them?"

"Of course I did," he murmurs against the curve of your neck, the vibration of his words sending heat straight to your core. "You dressing up for me like my own perfect doll."

You want to retort that it's him who's in the palm of your hand, but Rafe sucks on a sensitive spot, causing your eyes to roll back and a whimper to escape your lips instead. He grabs your wrists with one hand, throwing them over his shoulder as he pulls you flush against his chest.

"So pretty, so fucking untouchable," Rafe kisses down the length of your throat, his fingers collecting the spaghetti straps of your dress before sliding it down the slope of your shoulders. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

His words snap you out of your haze. And while Rafe continues to expose more of your body, lamenting each reveal of flesh with a kiss, you withdraw enough to grab his attention.

"You're not fucking me in a car."

"What?" Rafe breaths, unable to snap out of the trace you had him in. Delirious with want, his mind warped around the idea of you being so close to attainable, that all rational manners left his system. He tries to kiss you again, to resume the moment, but you pull enough to send him a deadly glare, pouty and spoiled.

"Rafe, take me somewhere nice or we're not fucking at all."

He can't believe what he's hearing. He can't believe he's contemplating it. But Rafe doesn't understand that you have it all planned out to result in a perfect moment. You won't let it be disrupted just because Rafe can't drive the extra mile to take you somewhere nice. You'd rather leave him with blue balls.

"Are you serious?" He asks slowly, his eyes drawn to your swollen lips, the little pout, and the desperation to have them back on his. Sure, Rafe's had girls who wanted something more than a casual fling. He had them ask him for a better spot, but he never obliged. He never cared. But you're different. He wants you, and it's been a hell of a chase to get you here. He'll be damned if he lets it slip away because of a pretentious standard.

"Does it look like I'm joking?" You cross your arms over your chest, pushing your breasts further up. He nearly groans at the sight. "We're not having sex here."

"The nearest place has to be at least a fifteen-minute drive," Rafe argues. And it makes you upset, brows pinched together. "We can just—"

"I don't care," you snap. "Take me somewhere nice or I'm leaving."

You're serious. He sees it on your face. Rafe can't risk that, despite wanting to protest, because he knows he if he messes this up, he won't have another chance. Swearing under his breath, he drags himself out of the backseat and into the driver's side, pulling the car out of the parking lot.

Dangerously, Rafe speeds down the road, while you're sitting in the backseat with a self-satisfied demeanor, fixing your makeup through the rearview mirror. Occasionally, Rafe spares a glance through the same reflection, connecting with your gaze, and while there's subtle bitterness coiled in his chest, he recognizes the bigger prize at hand.

And what he can do with it.

Because, despite your bratty attitude, Rafe is a person who wants control. You want perfection. You two can have both.

That's how you find yourself in a newly-booked penthouse suite at one of the bougie hotels in Kildare, your head digging into the soft comforter of the bed, your ass in the air, as Rafe drills into you from behind.

When you reached the room, everything moved frantically. Rafe slammed you against the nearest wall to kiss you again—needing your lips, needing your taste—while his hands roamed over your dress and pulled down your cleavage, revealing your tits. Your hands wandered down his pants, unbuttoning them hurriedly, needily, and he assisted you by pulling them off alongside his boxers. His cock was big, slightly red with a pearly bead of pre-cum that rolls off the tip. And you could tell by the look on Rafe's face that he wanted you to suck it.

But you told him, "I don't do blowjobs."

So fucking pretentious.

It didn't matter. He hauled you over to the king-sized bed and pushed you onto the mattress. You landed with a soft thump, while Rafe hauled you up to your ass, pushing up your dress, until it became nothing but a bundle around your waist. His movements were urgent, and he wanted—no, needed—to be inside you because a bratty girl was going to be a great fuck.

And he was right.

You're perfect. The way you wrap around him, the way he sinks inside you. He doesn't know if it's because of the delirium of wanting you so desperately, of chasing you for so long—but he never had better pussy. And it doesn't help that your moans are sweet, breathy, and loud—begging him to go faster.

"Such a pretentious brat," Rafe grabs your throat, hauling you upwards till your spine rest on his chest, airway constricted by his harsh grip. "Making me wait this fucking long."

"R—Rafe," you mewl, eyes rolling to the back of your skull at the way he's angling his cock deep into your cervix, bullying the sensitive spot over and over again until you're seeing stars.

"Had to get the princess treatment, did you?" He murmurs hotly into your ear, nibbling a spot on your neck as you rest the back of your head on his shoulder. His thrusts grow more erratic. "Had to make me earn you, didn't you?"

"You weren't going to fuck me in a car," you persist, and despite how cockdrunk you became, and how much of an attitude you're willing to sacrifice to feel good, you were still adamant about receiving what you deemed enough. He respected that. "I'm not one of your whores."

"But I'm fucking you like my own personal slut. Is that any better?" He bites the lobe of your ear, and his other hand wanders up to grab a handful of your breast, squeezing the fat before rolling your perked nipple between his fingers. You moan louder. "What does that make you?"

You can't seem to answer him, can't seem to find your senses. The words Rafe uses are vulgar, but there’s still no regrets about this entire thing. Rafe wanted you so badly, that he was willing to spend hundreds of dollars on a hotel he probably won't even stay the night in. All because you demanded it.

You win.

"Shut up," you stammer, your stomach tightening. "Shut up and just fuck me, Rafe."

Rafe grins. The hand playing with your tits slips between your thighs to assist, finding your clit easily as he rubs it with his thumb in sync with his thrusts. Breathy moans escape you as you arch into his palm, while he pistons deeper inside of you, bottoming out.

"You sound so pretty, doll," Rafe murmurs against your heated skin, "Come on, take my fucking cock."

Everything’s so dirty. The way he handles you, the way your wetness drips down your thighs, the way his words breathe onto your skin and tighten your core. But you love it. You do, but you're not willing to give in so easily. No matter how good it feels. No matter how much he feels like a prize.

"You don't deserve me." You whisper with a mewl, body tightening with the familiar wave of your undoing.

Yet, Rafe merely grins.

"But you're sucking in my cock like you need me," Rafe taunts, pleasure coursing through his body at the way your walls grip him in a vice. The way your words spark challenge and invitation. He knows, despite your spoiled attitude and pretentious demands, he'll do anything to get another chance like this. "Now, behave like a good girl or you're not coming tonight."

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[sweetlolita666]

Dilf!rafe and size kink

TW; squirting, size kink, manhandaling, dominance, use of daddy, anal penetration ,vaginal penetration, breeding kink, chocking, hair pulling , over stimulation ,praising kink,degradation kink etc

You were laying on top of Rafe, all spread out, with you back to his chest and your legs bent outwards while he pounded his thick cock into your already abused and swollen pussy “d-daddy! Please I c-can’t- no more!” you managed to cry out, but that only made rafe slap your clit and grip your hair harder, pulling your head back, making your back arch even more, you were completely stretched out for rafe to use “shut up, look how well your tiny pussy is taking my cock” a white ring of cream appeared at the bottom of his dick from your three earlier orgasms “such a whore for daddy, just a tight hole for me to use” he moaned out gripping your throat harder.

All you saw were black specks as your eyes rolled at the back of your head and you gripped his forearm that was chocking you harder “fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum” you screamed out, your voice hoarse from fucking for hours straight, your legs shaking and clit pulsating.

“Not yet” Rafe drilled his thick pipe into your hole harder, hitting that spongy spot at the end of you cunt repeatedly, “please, please daddy, use me” you moaned out desperately wanting him to break you.

Suddenly he pulled out of you making you turn your head at him with cum on your face from him face-fucking you before and tears in your eyes, “what are you d-doing, d-daddy please” a hiccup escaped your lips as you pleaded for him to fuck you “don’t worry baby, I just wanna feel all your holes” he grinned as you winded your eyes. Lifting your ass and arching your back more he stuffed his cock into your tight ass hole. The pain mixed with pleasure, had your eyes rolling at the back of your head once again, as a high pitched moan escaped your pouted lips “oh my fucking god, that’s it daddy, fuck me” at that Rafe started aggressively pumping you full of his cock inside your ass .

“fuck, gripping me so nice” your tits bounced up and down at his rapid pace as you chocked out moans while sobbing “your dick is so good daddy!” You sobbed more, lightheaded from his pipe drilling inside of you, feeling him inside your guts.

Suddenly a scream escaped your mouth as his fingers settled on your swollen clit and grunting loudly Rafe started rubbing on your red bud. Rafe moaned out as he abused your hole and rubbed faster your clit, high pitched broken moans coming from you on top of him “fuck don’t s-stop, I’m gonna cum!”

You screamed out as fireworks exploded in your vision, your pussy gripping him like a vice as he hissed and finally your belly snapped and you screamed out as clear liquid drenched your thighs and his cock. Moaning he rode you through your high as he pumped your ass full of his cum “fuckkk, let me pump you full of my cum” you whined “please daddy need your cum” your hole milked him dry as you slumped against him, body shaking.

“such a good girl”

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[chanelsweetx]

s2!rafe x maybank!reader where she’s the little sister of jj & they end up fucking in a bathroom at a kook party. the pogues catch them & rafe is not even trying to denie it cause that was the best pussy he ever had🤭🎀

bathroom

rafe cameron

you and your brothers friends stumble into the kind of fancy party you know you don’t belong at. do you care? not even for a second.

everyone scatters in different directions, john b. looking way too sharp in a black suit, sarah looking nice as well locked into a heated argument with kelce, pope heading straight for the drinks, and your brother jj, with kiara heading for the beer pong table, ready to dominate.

youu on the other hand, pull down your black tight dress so your boobs softly spill out, revealing more cleavage. your head turns to the sound of toppers laugh. you see rafe, a smirk planted on his sexy face. he’s wearing an all black suit, he chuckles as he removes his suit jacket, placing it on the chair next to him. you’d be lying if if it didn’t make your panties wet.

“hey rafe,” you step in between him and topper. topper gets the message and steps away sending rafe a wink. “hey baby,” he murmurs placing his hands on your hips. “where’s your brother?” he asks pulling you in so you’re pressed against him. you glance up at him considering he’s towering over you. “playing beer pong.” you smirk knowing that the beer pong table is far from where you and rafe stand. he leans down softly connecting your lips. the kiss is needy and wet. your hand moves to behind his neck, tugging at his hair. he groans into your mouth muttering, “jump.” as his hands slide behind your thighs. you jump up, your legs wrapping around his waist. he removes his lips from yours as he quickly walks you two over to the bathroom.

once you reach your destination, race places you on the counter, flicking on the warm lights. you tug his tie aggressively reconnecting your lips. his lips are soft and warm, the kiss full of need, considering you two hadn’t had sex in weeks due to your brother being around. “fuck, missed you so much baby.” he groans against your lips. you whimper into his lips as you feel his hardness press against your core. “need you so bad rafey,” you cry out.

he traces his lips down your neck surely leaving marks. his lips then make there way to your cleavage. you squirm under his touch. rafe then moves to where you need him the most, his head moving slightly under your dress. you hear him suck in a breath as he makes eye contact with your core. “all for me?” he asks, pressing his thumb against the material of your drenched black thong. “yes rafe! please, i need you” he smirks placing a soft kiss over your panties, you whimper softly. his fingers hook around your underwear pulling them down. he stuffs them into his suit pocket. “such a pretty pussy,” he compliments making you moan, feeling your arousal cover your thighs.

rafe comes back up to your face placing a kiss on your lips. you smile leaning in to kiss hos neck. your hands trace down to undo his tie and shirt. your lips come back up to his lips, ghosting your hands over his bulge, he moans into your mouth. you then undo the button and zipper of his pants. he then lifts you up flipping you over so you can see the both of you in the mirror. he then pulls down his pants kicking them off his feet leaving him in only his boxers. he unzips the back of your dress and pulling it down leaving you in your matching black lace bra. rafe groans, quickly pulling down his calvin klein boxers, his hard length slapping against his stomach. “ready baby?” he smirks, gripping your hips tightly. you nod aggressively, he chuckles. he slides his cock in between your lips before pushing himself into you. “rafe!” you gasp. he then starts thrusting into you. his length is the perfect size, hitting the spot inside you perfectly with every thrust. he groans behind you “so tight baby, i missed this pussy so much” his grip on your hips growing even tighter being sure to leave a bruise tomorrow. you moan loudly looking at his face of pleasure in the mirror in front of you. he kisses the crown of your head thrusting faster into you,“cum rafe!” you warn, barely able to form a sentence. “me too sweetheart.” he groans. the knot in your stomach then snaps, covering rafes dick in your cum. you then feel him spill deep inside of you.

he pulls out of you softly flipping you over. “you okay baby?” he asks his, eyes full of concern. “never better,” you smile. he places a soft kiss on your lips, rafe smiles back at you, pulling up his boxers and pants. he then picks up your dress off the floor, helping you put it back on.

you both jump at the sound of pounding on the bathroom door as rafe zips your dress. “the fuck do you want,” rafe yells placing a kiss on your cheek. he swings open the door, still shirtless. “rafe cameron you bastard!” you hear the voice of your brother jj. “jayj! calm down.” you interfere. but jj doesn’t care he continues screaming. “baby go find kie, i’ll deal with him.” he offers you a smile. you give him an are you sure? look, he nods.

a punch is then thrown at rafe,

“worth it.”

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[nottsangel]

cockwarming w rafe but he gives in before reader does?

“just sit still, a’ight? don’t wanna get you all needy f’me right away.“ rafe winks at you, holding your hips firmly to prevent you from moving, seeing who can stay still the longest. you feel so fucking tight around him— the way you’re squeezing him could make him cum instantly, but his ego forces him to put on his best poker face while his blue eyes stare at you intensely.

“you talking to yourself, pretty boy?” you taunt, making him chuckle at your confidence, accepting the challenge as he sits relaxed with you on his lap, knowing he’s going to win regardless. his hands move from your hips to behind his head as he leans backwards with the cockiest smile on his face, gazing up at you.

“i can feel you dripping down my legs, princess, making a fucking mess everywhere, shit.” rafe chuckles before slapping your ass, determined to get you to move first.

“yeah? imagine how good it would feel to thrust up into me right now, im so fucking wet for you.” you whisper the last part as you move your head closer to his ear, causing goosebumps to form all over his body as he feels your hot breath on his skin. he groans as you place soft kisses all over his neck, lightly sucking on his skin, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots are.

“i can feel you so fucking deep inside of me, rafe.” you murmur as you slowly lick from his collarbone to his ear while letting out breathy moans. “don’t… don’t say shit like that.”

he’s so close— so close to pounding into you right there and then. he gradually starts to lose control, his hands moving back to your hips, gripping the skin so firmly that it’s going to leave bruises for days. you continue teasing him, leaving love bites all over his neck and collarbone before gripping his jaw and kissing him passionately, tongues fighting for dominance as he moans into your mouth.

“fuck it.” rafe snaps, forcefully pulling you from his lap and bending you over on the couch, your head pushed into the cushions as he slips back inside of you in one quick thrust and sets an unrelenting pace right away. “i… i win.” you manage to say in between thrusts as he pounds into you, the tip of his cock continuously hitting your cervix. “yeah? we’ll see who’s winning when you can’t fucking walk tomorrow.”