#haven't been able to get it out of my head all day

[moonlight-fox]

I'm not an AO3 author. I had a few things up on ff.net way back in the days of "before AO3 was a thing" but most of the fiction I've written isn't on any such sites (mainly because the formatting for them is pretty specific and I'm not sure sites designed to host prose would work with it, though there are some prose works within them and stuff that bounces between prose and the more bespoke format, but also "a lot of my prose is original amateur fiction and I don't think AO3 allows that?" People sometimes indicate it does but whenever I look at the TOS it doesn't, though it also has a really weird boundary on what is and what isn't 'fanfic' to me so I'm just left unclear on some of my writing if it would be appropriate to AO3 or not so I just... Don't...)

What that ultimately means, though, is that for the majority of my writing? I'm yelling into barely more than a void. Back in the 2001-2004 period I used to joke about having an audience of 2. I haven't been able to make those jokes about my 2022-2024 stuff (but some might be bots) because NeoCities actually has something resembling analytics for free acounts in a way GeoCities did not. And I sometimes got feedback via the forum that was setup back in the day, and sometimes the person who was letting people know which of the 20 or so of us who were working in this nanogenre had updated that week did a bit of praise to try and entice others to read those things. And the amount of feedback I've gotten went down in the 2022-2024 stuff.

The attitude I sometimes see on the peripherary of "If you don't leave kudos or comments your writers will abandon you, fanfic authors rely on seretonin" is such a weird reason for writing to me, completely alien to my experience of putting my writing up online. If I was looking for external gratification I'd be doing literally anything else. I'm writing because I enjoy writing. My target audience is, and always will be, exactly one person - myself. If others happen to enjoy it, that's bonus.

And I just... Can't get my head around why you'd be putting in that much work - I've heard about AO3 author curses and how dedicated folk on there are to Maintaining A Schedule and having just come off of a one installment a week for schedule for 3 years (plus three weeks where I went one a day for, spread out throughout the project) - for anything else?

All in all, I can't help but wonder if AO3's comment and kudos system has accidentally gamified writing for some people, with all the drawbacks extrinsic rewards has to people otherwise intrinsicly motivated to do something.

(Though back on FF.net I did get a "This is the most disturbing thing I've ever read" comment on one of my works which... I don't know if it was intended as a compliment or not but it means I hit the tone I was aiming for for at least one person.)

[alotofpockets]

Stretching the truth | Laia Codina x Physio!Reader

5k celebration prompt: "You haven't kissed me all day."

A/n: thank you @valkyrie-00 @totaly-obsessed and @catasha from the woso writers server for your ideas on this one!

Woso masterlist | Words: 1.7k

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After not having to wake up early during winter break, your 7am alarm was rough. You turned it off and before you were even able to get out from under the covers, your girlfriend wrapped her arm around your body and pulled you closer. “Don’t go.” She said still half asleep.

You had spent the winter break in Spain with Laia’s family. She had been missing her family, so it was a no-brainer to go. Your family was out here, and who were you to say no to the nice and warm Spanish weather?

In Spain you had spent almost every single day of your trip with Laia by your side, so you weren’t surprised that she was now clinging onto you. “Back to work today, love. I have to go in early to set everything up.”

“Five more minutes?” Her sleepy voice begged. “Alright, five minutes, but not a minute more.” You knew that if you wouldn’t stop it at five, Laia would be able to keep you there for an hour if she wanted to.

After cuddling for a while longer, you told her you really had to go. You placed a soft kiss onto her lips, “I’ll see you soon.” 

The first day back for you meant starting off with a few meetings, and setting up your physio room. A few of the girls would come in to get assessed before training, while the other physios had appointments with the other girls. 

On your schedule were Vic, Lia, Laura, and Lina. The girls had been either injured or just coming back from their injuries. You had been working with them before the break as well, and wanted to make sure that the work they put in over break did their bodies well.

Vic came in for her assessment first, you chatted a bit while you checked off all the boxes, and declared her ready to start training with the team. She had been working hard towards her comeback, and you were happy to see the progress she had been able to make already. It wouldn’t be long now before she would be playing again, you knew it and knew it made her incredibly happy.

The next person that came into your office was Lina, she came to you with some struggles. She let you know that her calf wasn’t feeling great, so you checked it out. After assessing her calf and the rest of your checklist, you recommended her to come in after her gym session.

The next person you expected to walk in was Lia, but instead it was Laia who walked through the door. “What are you doing here? I thought you were with Emma today.”

Laia closed the door behind her and sat down on your physio table. “I was, but she wanted me to see you instead.” You furrowed your brows, “Why? Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just my ankle is bothering me a bit.” She said while putting her leg up. “Your ankle?” Her injury confused you, because she hadn’t mentioned anything during the break. 

“Yeah, my left ankle. I think I hurt it when I got out of the car, just a misstep.” You looked between her face and then the foot she put up. “Your left ankle is hurting, but you put up your right?”

Her eyes widened and it takes every ounce of power in you to stay professional and not start laughing. “Left? Did I say left? No no, I meant right. It- it’s the language barrier, I switched them up, accidentally.” 

With a shake of your head and a light chuckle, you say, “Alright, let’s take a look at your right ankle.” As you had expected, there wasn’t much you could find, just Laia dramatically flinching as if it was hurting. It was a good thing she didn’t go into acting, because it took everything in you to not just burst out laughing.

“It doesn’t look like much.” You said when you were done assessing her ankle. “But, let’s keep an eye on it. You’re all set to head to the gym.”

Laia jumps down from the bed like there was no problem with her ankle, confirming for you that it was nothing. “Thank you.” She says and steps closer to you, the twinkle in her eyes makes you take a step back instantly. “We’re at work.”

Your girlfriend’s shoulders slump down. “You’re right, I’ll see you later.” You don’t have time to feel bad, as the next player enters the room.

The morning was filled all the way until lunch break, which you spend in the dining hall with the rest of the staff and players. After break it was right back to work, some taping before you would spend some time with Vic on the pitch.

The only person that was scheduled to come in was Lina, but once again it was Laia who entered. “Oh hi. Is everything okay?” She nods, “Yeah, just a tight muscle in my calf and I wondered if you could help.”

You looked at your watch, about ten minutes before Lina would come in, so you told her to lay down. As Laia laid down on the physio table, you grabbed some massage oil and began working on her calf. You couldn’t deny how toned her muscles were, even if this was supposed to be professional. No wonder they made sure that Laia was usually seeing one of your coworkers and not you.

“Is this where it was feeling tight?” You asked, applying a little more pressure to a specific spot. “Mhm, yeah, right there.” She responded with a little too much satisfaction. Her tone made you chuckle. “What? You’re good at this.”

You rolled your eyes but kept working, your fingers kneading into her calf. "Feels more like you're enjoying this than actually needing help."

Laia turned around on the table and put her leg up, like you asked her to do. “You’re the best at giving massages, of course I would come to see you.”

You shook your head with a smile. “Hm sure, and the ankle this morning? Totally legitimate too?”

With the most horribly performance of an innocent face, Laia said “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Just as you were finishing up, Laia stretched her arms above her head, causing her shirt to ride up slightly, exposing her toned stomach slightly. You stopped talking mid-sentence, much to Laia’s delight. “Oh, was that distracting? Sorry.” She said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes jokingly, “You’re impossible.”

Before Laia could make a comeback, a knock on the door interrupted. It was Lina poking her head around the door, “Am I early?”

You looked at your watch quickly, “Right on time. Laia was just leaving.” She reluctantly hopped off the table. Giving you one last daring look, before closing the door behind her.

The team knew you and Laia were together, and you had become good friends with most of them because the two of you were dating, so it wasn’t weird when Lina raised her eyebrows at what just happened. “Something going on there?” She said with a knowing smile. “Just a very needy patient.” You joked back, before you told her to sit down, so you could tape her calf.

When you were done with taping, you headed into your office for a quick coffee break and filling out some papers for the work you had done today, before you would head out to the pitch with Vic.

“Hello!” A familiar voice said from your office door. You sighed and rolled your eyes lightly, while a smile tugged at your lips. “Laia, what is it this time?”

She stepped into your office and closed the door behind her with an innocent smile on her face. “I’ve been having trouble sleeping.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Sleeping? Why are you coming to me for that and not Emma?”

Laia sat down on the chair across from you, her face plastered with a serious look. “Well, it’s about positions.” Her wording catches you off guard, and you feel your cheeks heating up, “What?”

“You know,” she continued, “positions. I can’t seem to find the right one… to sleep comfortably.”

“Okay, that’s enough. What is with you today?” You lean back into your chair and move your hands through your hair. 

"You haven't kissed me all day." Laia said with a pout. And then every single unnecessary visit started to make sense. “Oh Laia, really? You’ve been hogging my patient time because you wanted a kiss?”

She shrugged nonchalantly, though the mischievous glint in her eyes betrayed her. “Can you blame me? We went from spending every minute together to barely seeing each other all day. I had to be creative.”

You had to give her credit, she had been creative. “You know there’s a time and place for that, right? Here? Not the place.” You chuckled.

Her pout deepened as she leaned forward, resting her elbows on your desk. “But you love me, so you’ll forgive me, right?”

You sighed dramatically, though the grin tugging at your lips gave you away. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Impossible to resist,” she said back instantly. Oh she was good, you thought while shaking your head. 

“Fine. One kiss. But only so I can actually do my job for the rest of the day.” You gave in. Laia’s face lit up and she was on her feet instantly. “Deal!”

She walked to the other side of your desk and waited for you to stand up to wrap her arms around your waist and give you a loving kiss. Laia was trying to deepen the kiss, so you reluctantly stepped back. “Not the place.” You warned.

Laia pulled away with a smirk. “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”

“Out. Go train or do something productive. I’ve got actual work to do.” Your girlfriend grinned, clearly pleased with herself. “Alright. I’ll behave.” She walked towards the door, before she closed it behind her she looked back and added “For now.”

You were left in the room shaking your head in amusement. She was really something. But you loved her dearly and could not wait to get home.

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[fanged-fanfics]

☆ But The Night, He Calls Me — Bruce "Batman" Wayne x GN Civilian!Reader Fic ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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It was hard to imagine a time where anything noteworthy in Gotham didn't happen during a dark and stormy night. The city was a pretty big pull for raincoulds, low hanging fog, and a general morose look. But above all else, it was your home, though you didn't prefer to walk out at night these days. With the notoriously shoddy work of the GCPD and crime rates almost triple as high compared to the neighboring cities, you didn't exactly feel the wet concrete and dark alley corners beckoning you anytime soon.

The roof, however, was a different matter. Your roof— or, well, the roof to the apartment complex you lived at— became a frequent spot to the one man who could ever make a dent in Gotham City crime. The very same man you could see perched on the edge of the parapet right now. You approached slowly, taking careful steps as to not make a sound. After painfully long moments of inching, you were almost close enough to reach out. You shuffled just a bit more, preparing to make yourself known-

"Go back inside" the dark figure cut in, low gravelly voice clear and familiar. You sighed deeply, giving up and moving to step up to the vigilante's side "How do you always do that?". "I'm a detective, it's my job" the Batman said flatly. You leaned against the parapet he was standing atop "It's uncanny is what it is. After all these months you'd think I'd be able to get the drop on you at least once". "Villains who have been chasing me since the beginning of my career haven't managed it either, don't be too discouraged" Batman replied.

You chuckled a little, looking over the edge of the roof. The crime fighter's dry humor was a reason the two of you got along so well. After meeting by chance a few times, it became a more regular occurrence to meet up like this. Sometimes you'd get to see him spring into action, or maybe even return from a fight. But tonight, it seems, was uneventful. "Slow day?" You asked. "There's never a slow day in Gotham," Batman responded "You just need to know where to find the action". You couldn't help but snort a little at the claim "Okay, tough guy, so why haven't you set off yet?". "There's no point to a stakeout if you jump in before the crook" Batman said, and you gave a thoughtful nod in reply.

"You should really go back inside" the caped crusader spoke up "It's late. You've got work, I'm sure". "Got the day off, actually, detective" You responded "And I can't sleep knowing there's a bat on my roof". That got a faint hum from the dark knight, the closest you got to an amused reaction from him. The wind picked up from the just-passed storm, bringing a chill that bit your cheeks and clung to your clothes in one large wave. You couldn't help but shiver, tugging your jacket tighter around your pajamas.

Batman kept his gaze on the streets below, watching as puddles rippled with the last few drops from the sky and lamps flickered from lack of care. He was in tune with every foot of concrete road, attuned to any and every movement. The only thing that pulled his attention was when feeling his long billowing cape being tugged. His head looked over, seeing you wrapping the inky black fabric around your shoulders. "What- what are you doing" Batman asked, mildly confused. "It's not really fair that you're the only one that gets to wrap up in this thing" you said, scooting closer to him for more coverage.

"I do that to cloak myself" Batman countered, sliding off the parapet to be standing on the top of the roof beside you. "Right. And I'm using it to warm myself" you said casually, shuffling to his side. You honestly expected him to give some gruff, witty comment and snatch the cape back. If it were any other situation, with any other person, maybe he would have. But instead, he just looked back to the streets, using an arm to hold out more of the martial for you. You smiled, tucking fully into his side and now being fully wrapped up. "Better?" Batman asked, avoiding looking down at you. You nodded, leaning on his shoulder "A lot, yeah. Thanks, Bats"

Batman gave a short 'hm' in response, going back to being silent. But he kept an arm around your lower back, keeping you held close to his frame. As much as he was trying to avoid it, it did poor things to his heart to see you shivering in the cold because of him. He very briefly placed his chin atop your head, using his free hand to tap your shoulder. "Ten minutes. Then you're going back to bed"

"Fine, fine" you said, nuzzling up to him a bit more "Ten minutes". Batman hesitated a little, before allowing himself to wrap his arms around you fully. He gave you a brief but strong embrace, letting you soak up his warmth just for now. He could spare ten mintues. It's not like any villain could outrun him for long, anyways.

[maddiebrj]

Guilt Weighs Upon Your Shoulders

COZETTE RAMBLINGS UNDER THE CUT:

I have not been able to get Cozette out of my head for well over a month now. I haven't hyper fixated this much on character in a good while. Cozette is just....so interesting to me for some reason.

I've always liked her as I found her bond with Connie to be really sweet, and she felt like this wise and caring woman. And yes, while I do understand that the twist of her being Zokket is predictable( I speculated to myself that she might have something to do with him), the thing I like about it isn't because of how surprising the reveal was, but rather the layer of depth that it adds to Cozette's character that I wasn't really expecting. And it's depth that I really wish got expended upon in the game. At first, I didn't think too much of it; we now know where Cozette was all this time. But then I saw how she acted after we freed her from Reclusa's control...and then after that, I started to think about her for more than 5 minutes and realized just how sad, confusing, and messed up Cozette's situation actually is.

I..I so wish we got to learn more about Cozette throughout the game because no matter how underutilized she is, I just can't help but feel bad for her. She got corrupted in organizing the destruction of the world she loves and is supposed to protect. Separating friends and families, kidnapping people and forcing them to work in factories, spreading glolm and further separating others. All to aid the rebirth of being that wants to destroy all worlds. And she just has to live with all of that. That definitely did something to her mentally.

I can't help but think of all that. And on top of all THAT, I just feel like this was a misoppurtunity for some good and interesting character interactions. I want to know what all the Concordians think of her besides Connie and Patriarc ( who is another character that I wish got explored more), I want to know how she views the Zok troops and those memos she wrote while in the Zokket persona, I WANT HER TO INTERACT WITH EXTENSION CORPS AT LEAST ONCE.

I want to know... what exactly made Cozette fall to Reclusa's grasp in the first place. Connie asks a good question to the Great Conductor: If Cozette really was controlled by someone else, why is she taking this so personally? And while I bet it has to do with what I listed earlier, the Great Conductor mentions that it has to do with her being taken advantage of a weakness she has and I'm sitting there thinking, "Oh okay, interesting...care to elaborate on that????." From there I tried to find something, ANYTHING on what that weakness might be and just...nothing. Those Grampy turnips that give some lore tidbits on some of the major characters? They say nothing about her. Her one sidequest involves her making a decision that you can't stop her from making and comes to regret. To this day, I am still trying to figure out what that weakness is. I do have some theories.

Overall, I have this feeling that Cozette isn't entirely and that her story in this game isn't complete. It feels like the writers introduced this interesting concept but weren't able to expand fully on it. I can only assume they didn't as they realized how complicated of a situation it is, and it would probably draw too much attention away from the main threat, which is Reclusa. Which, do not get it twisted, Reclusa. Is. AWESOME. But I am left with a bunch of questions.

Tldr: Cozette is very interesting. I wish her character got explored a lot more.

(Oh boy, sorry, this was so long. I wanted to talk about Cozette for a while. Please don't take this as me hating on the game. I just care so much about Cozette :))

[dulc3vida]

sangria

pope heyward x lamb!reader

3rd installment! the one where sarah cameron gets lamb drunk at midsummers. def needs to be revised but i took too long on it so bleh

@starfxkrinc this one's for u moonybabe, it was meant for moonyday but i got caught up. here it is tho, enjoy!!

pope is your boyfriend now.

he hasn't asked you and you haven't asked him but you've been spending a lot of time together doing things that couples do. it would be wrong to assume he's not your boyfriend. at least that's how it worked in your young, inexperienced mind.

you were serious about pope. he was smart, handsome, funny, and he came from a good family in your eyes. the heywards never missed a sunday service, ever since your father came into town and all the other churches had to be shut down for development. you had no doubt your parents would love him the way you did when they met him. you could hear the church bells ringing.

maybe if pope hadn't made your mind all fuzzy with love and orgasms, you would have noticed sooner that your father was trying to set you up with rafe cameron.

it started the day after your dinner with pope. your parents came home from their anniversary trip and invited you to dinner with the camerons. you liked the camerons. wheezie always made you laugh when you talked to her. sarah was always kind to you and incredibly gorgeous. ward and rose were the picture of marital bliss but you rarely ever saw the eldest cameron. rafe. you knew who he was, you had heard stories about him that deterred you from socializing with him or his friends.

and now he was sitting across from you, staring into your soul.

that is, when you could work up the courage to look in his direction. you could feel your ears turning red under the intensity of his gaze.

"your dress is really pretty." wheezie spoke from besides you. she was insistent on sitting next to you as she always was whenever your two families got together.

"thank you. you look beautiful, wheezie." you smiled at her. the younger girl was starting to grow into that uncanny cameron beauty.

"she's really growing into a mature young woman, isn't she?" ward cameron spoke from across the table.

"ew dad." wheezie scrunched her nose in disgust.

"what?" ward looked to rose who shrugged and sipped her wine.

"anyways..." sarah spoke from her place across from wheezie. "i think i'm gonna head out, toppers picking me up." she stood up and kissed ward on the cheek, lipgloss glistening on his cheek.

"okay, be safe baby."

you wished you could go with her, you missed pope. he had been busy with treasure hunting all day, he hadn't even checked in with you.

"that girl..." rose took a big gulp of the rest of her glass of wine and you saw your mother raise her brows in silent judgement. you could always feel your mother's judgement and you can already imagine what the conversation on the ride home would sound like.

"so i hear rafe is at chapel hill. it's my lambie's first choice." your father spoke up.

"oh really?" ward asked, looking at you.

"yeah, something close to home. easy to come back whenever she feels like it. good churches in town because i know she won't make it to every service here." your father spoke for you. between him talking about you and rafe staring holes into you, you just wanted to disappear.

"i think chapel hill will be a great school for the little lamb. she'll fit right in." rafe commented, finally looking away from you to look at your father. they exchanged a look between each other that you weren't able to read.

"rafe is my legacy, where did you all go?"

"loyola." your father answered "my beautiful wife graduated from UCLA."

"you wouldn't want to go to one of your parents schools?" rafe turned his attention back to you.

you were about to open your mouth to speak when your mother chimed in for you. "she likes it here. our lamb is very... impressionable. she wouldn't do well so far away from us."

rafe nodded as your mother spoke. "mhm... and what do you think about that, lambie?" he spoke your name and laced it with ridicule. it was clear to everyone that he was mocking you.

"rafe." ward warned, shooting his son a look who only raised his hands in surrender and stood up.

"i think i'm gonna head out now too. have a good night." rafe deadpanned and walked out.

"sorry about him."

and that was that. the rest of the night was boring, you couldn't wait to get home and call pope.

your father wasn't bothered by rafe's temperament as he was motivated by forces unknown to you. he was also certain you would be able to shepherd him into the light. your mother was just as much in the dark as you but she felt the same and even liked the eldest cameron for you. she was already picking out dresses and venues, barely remembering that it would be you marrying the cameron boy one day, not her.

the second time you were cornered was when you were with your mother at the country club. the two of you played tennis every now and then. you were a decent player but you always choked under pressure. you couldn't help it, you weren't competitive like your parents. if you thought you weren't going to win, you often gave up half way and there was nothing wrong with that. you were just choosing your battles.

you were itching for the day to go by quickly. pope was working, doing grocery deliveries for his dad, and he said that he wanted to see you when he was done so he can take you out. you weren't sure where he would take you but he said his dad would let him borrow their truck so you were excited to ride in a car with your boyfriend like a normal girl.

your mom was about to serve the ball when she seen someone walking up behind you. her entire demeanor changed. "rafe!" your mother called out and waved him over to your court. your stomach dropped and you didn't dare turn around.

"ma'am." rafe greeted politely, turning on the charm around your mother. all the camerons just had that quality about them, but especially rafe. it was a charisma that bordered on frightening.

"no need for all that, call me dolores." your mother all but ran to the net to offer her hand to him.

"dolores." rafe repeated, giving her hand a kiss. he then turned to you. "lamb." he offered his hand and you reluctantly put yours in his. he rose it to his mouth and you basically yanked your hand away once he had pressed a kiss to it.

"hi rafe." you held your hands behind your back, feeling small in his presence and under his gaze. you had already forgotten about the awkward interaction at dinner but him staring you down brought it all back.

"i'm gonna grab us some water, let you kids catch up a little." your mother said, shooting rafe an encouraging look which you didn't catch because you were too busy asking God why your mom would leave you alone with rafe cameron of all people. he's never looked at you twice until yesterday and now that he's looking at you there's a look in his eyes that makes you uncomfortable.

and he just stood there for a moment, staring at you. not saying anything. you wish you knew what was going on in his head and at the same time you were glad you didn't. "i didn't know you play tennis." you nodded with a tight lipped smile on your face. "you any good?"

"not really." you looked at the floor beneath you, twirling your racket around in front of you.

rafe smiled but it wasn't the same one as he gave your mother. this one said that he knew something you didn't. "i know, i saw you playing." his comment threw you off and it was written on your face. "i can get you a teacher or something."

"oh no, that's okay." you shook your head.

"it's not okay." rafe took a step closer and you instinctively took a step back. he noticed your reaction and it amused him. "i can't let god's favorite embarrass herself like that." his tone was demeaning. rafe scared you. he seemed nice and charming enough but it was his eyes. you had never seen him enough before to notice it but his eyes were intense, deep, and calculating. he looked at you like he was trying to figure out what to do with you. you wished you could go back to before he even cared that you were alive. "yknow you never have anything to say when i'm around but you're always yapping with sarah and wheezie. what's up with that?"

your face burned in embarrassment and your lips were parted like you wanted to say something but no words managed to escape. rafe rose his brows and looked at you expectantly. your right hand rose to play with your cross necklace. thankfully, your mom came back with the water before rafe could say anything else. "thank you." you took the water and drank it, stepping closer to her side.

"we were just about to get lunch, rafe, would you like to join us?"

"i would love to dolores, but i actually have some business to attend to. we should have lunch together sometime though." he spoke the last sentence directly to you before waving a friendly goodbye and walking off.

"you're blushing." your mother mused and laced her arm through yours, walking towards the locker rooms while you wondered what had just happened and hoped it wouldn't happen again.

your phone buzzed and when you looked at it, it was a text from pope:

'i have to raincheck today, i'm sorry :('

you asked if he was okay and there was no response. you made sure to keep him in your prayers and ask the lord to watch over him and protect him.

the third time was after you had picked up your dress for midsummers from the boutique. you went with some of the girls from church who also had their dresses altered. you came home, immediately going upstairs to put the dress on, excited to show it to your parents.

little did you know rafe cameron came over to have lunch with your parents while you were out to talk business.

you saw him when you were halfway down the stairs and you stopped dead in your tracks. why did he keep showing up?

"don't keep us waiting." your mom said. "let's see it." your dad sat on the couch.

taking a breath, you descended the rest of the stairs and stopped in the middle of the room. 3 sets of eyes on you made you feel exposed. your mother looked at you in adoration, your father was analyzing the fit, and rafe was devouring you whole.

"it's a little revealing." your father examined you closely in your blue silk dress. "turn around." you had done this routine with your father ever since your body started developing at 11 years old. he would inspect you from all angles, making sure no one would get the wrong idea just by looking at you. rafe took note of this kind of obedience.

"yes, i do think it needs a little scarf or something she can wear around her shoulders. i'll find something." your mother made a mental note to find the accessory.

"you look beautiful." rafe commented, standing up and walking towards you. he was towering over you and you felt your heart pounding against your chest. it wasn't like how it was with pope. pope made your heart race and flutter and feel so full while rafe put the fear of god in you.

he offered his hand to you and once again, you stepped away from him.

"i should change." you rushed up stairs again, hearing bits and pieces of your mother saying how sweet you and him looked together.

"dear, i thought you were going to talk to her." your father looked at your mother, a disappointed look fixing itself on his face. between you and her, the pastor didn't know what to do. if his girls didn't get it together he was going to lose everything.

"i tried but you know how she is around these topics. maybe we raised her too well, the girl doesn't even think about boys. it's impossible to talk to her about it." your mother responded looking between her disappointed husband and the man she would have married if she were 20 years younger. "i'm sorry rafe, she doesn't mean to make you feel so... unwanted."

"no, no. s'alright. she needs time." rafe nodded. "she'll come around. she's a good girl."

"she is, i promise." your dad offered his hand to rafe and they shook hands, an unspoken, unholy deal being made.

you waited upstairs as long as you could without seeming suspicious. thankfully, rafe was saying his goodbyes to your parents. "rafe's leaving sweetie. come say goodbye." your mom beckoned you over and you stood as close as possible to your dad.

"bye, rafe."

"bye, lamb. i'll pick you up tomorrow around 5?" he asked. your confusion was written all over your face and you looked to your father as he spoke for you.

"she'll be ready."

"i'll see you tomorrow then." rafe turned his charm on again and smiled at you, waving a goodbye before walking away.

"what a nice young, man." your mom commented, before noticing the look of worry on your face. "you should feel lucky that we matched you up with someone like rafe cameron."

that's all it took for you to start rushing back up the stairs into your bedroom. it finally clicked in your head that your parents wanted to see you and rafe together. they didn't care how you felt, in fact you should be lucky. but you didn't feel lucky. you felt like you were being punished. while rafe had that cameron charm, you could also see it wasn't genuine and natural like sarah. rafe only turned it on when he wanted something. this time he wanted you and you can't remember the last time a cameron didn't get what they want.

you went through the motions of dinner, silently nodding as you listened to your mother ramble on and on about color coordination and rafes powder blue suit and how you should do your hair, among other things. you knew there was no getting out of this one. your parents talked about rafe as if he were a saint.

finally, you were able to shower the day off, however no matter how much you scrubbed your skin you couldn't get that dirty feeling off of you.

'pope?'

...

...

...

'yeah?'

'i miss you, can you come over?'

'i don't know

what about your parents?'

'its fine, they're going to sleep right now.

we can sit on my dad's boat.'

...

...

'i'll be there

give me like an hour'

'okay. be safe.'

it took him closer to an hour and a half, which left you plenty of time to ask forgiveness for leaving the house without permission. "i'm sorry i'm late, i got caught up in some... stuff." pope spoke as he approached you on the dock.

"it's okay- pope, are you okay?" you asked when the moonlight hit his face and you saw dried blood, shadowy bruises and a busted lip on his face. the sight made your stomach churn. "what happened?"

pope took a deep breath like he was going to tell you and then he stopped. how could he explain to you that rafe cameron beat his ass so he sunk toppers boat which resulted in another beating, without seeming like a bad person. "treasure hunting. no big deal."

you could feel that he was holding something back but you didn't press it. "do you wanna go inside? i can clean you up if you want."

"it's fine." pope leaned away from your hands that were reaching to touch your face.

"okay." you could feel his bad mood and your anxiousness swirling inside your chest and you just didn't know what to do. "how is the treasure hunt going?"

popes expression told it all. "it's over. it's gone."

"i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault." he sighed out, following you onto your fathers boat. "it was a longshot anyways. shouldn't have got my hopes up."

you couldn't help but feel like you should have prayed more for him and his friends. he told you how much he wanted this to come through and within 3 days it's gone. "maybe it's for the better? it was really dangerous anyways. i know you really wanted it but... god has a plan and this was all part of it. something better will come along, i know it."

pope only laughed bitterly. "yeah. right." he shook his head and you felt helpless. for what seemed like the first time of the night, he looked at you and read the emotions in your expression. he saw the helpless little lamb who didn't know what to do or say besides god. you had been sheltered enough to never know a godless world. a world where shit goes sideways all the time for no fucking reason at all. "you know, i'm sorry. i should go."

your eyes widened and you grabbed his hand suddenly. "what? why?"

he pulled his hand away as soon as you took it. "i'm just not in the best mood and i know you mean well, i just can't hear that right now."

"hear what?"

"that god has a plan and everything's gonna work out. that might be easy for you to believe because everything has worked out for you but it's different for me." pope felt himself getting worked up and irritated with the kind, wealthy, generous, religious freak who was worming her way into his life. and all of a sudden his cuts were burning, he could feel the seam of his socks, and there was a low ringing in his ear.

"pope, i know things are hard right now but-"

"no, you don't know." he finally snapped. "your life has been handed to you on a silver platter. me and my friends have to work for everything we have and want to have. the gold could have set me and my family for life. i'll never get another opportunity like that again. so don't sit there and tell me everything's gonna be alright when it's not." pope raised his voice at you, standing up and walking away from you. "what do you even want with me anyways?"

"pope-"

"no, actually. you're texting me all the time and inviting me over and doing things with me that you say you haven't done before." your cheeks burned under the accusation. he was looking at you with his inquisitive eyes, like you were a math problem he was trying to solve. "what do you want from me?"

"i thought you liked me. i thought you were my boyfriend." your eyes were brimming with tears. you knew he was upset but you didn't understand why he was being so mean.

"i never asked you to be my girlfriend." pope couldn't hold back anymore. all the frustration from the gold, toppers boat, and tonight that had been building up in him exploded onto you. "you sought me out. you cornered me in your dad's church, you invited me here. i never asked for this."

the heart shaped, rose tinted glasses that you've had on had shattered. a sob tore through your chest and you ran away from pope, leaving him on your dad's boat feeling like the biggest asshole in the world.

---

you woke up with no motivation to get out of bed. the new, deluded dream world you created in your head with pope at your side was crushed with one conversation. you didn't want to see him. you felt embarrassed. he was right. you went after him. you created your own reality where he was your boyfriend. you never asked him and he never asked you. you kept thinking how stupid, naive and inexperienced you were as you rotted the morning away in your bed.

meanwhile, pope was in the exact same boat.

he had left your house a good 5 minutes after bursting your bubble. he felt like shit. he knew you didn't deserve the way he had talked to you. pope's a man of science. your religious optimism and faith had got under his skin and irritated him to the point of lashing out at you. he never wanted to do that. he lied in his bed, staring at the ceiling while feeling sick to his stomach.

"you still in bed? come on, get up." heyward yanked the sheet off of pope. "get a move on, rich people ain't gonna feed themselves."

"i'll get up right now, pops."

"now, pope." heyward closed the door behind him and it took pope a second before he peeled himself out of bed. between jj in jail, the failed royal merchant, and him breaking your heart, pope didn't know what to do with himself for the first time in his life. usually, talking to jj and hearing a risky and deluded plan would bring him back to earth but now he didn't even have that. jj was in jail for him. john b had went dark. kie was at her house on figure 8 getting ready for midsummers. you were probably never going to speak to him again. he was alone.

you finally got up when your mother tore your sheets off of you. you went through the motions of getting ready. slowly but surely, your apathy turned into a pit in your stomach that threatened to swallow you whole. as your mother clothed you like a doll, you recited a prayer to saint anthony asking for him to help you find your faith again.

you almost didn't recognize yourself when you saw your reflection in the mirror. your mom had done a little more makeup than she would usually let you wear for special occasions. she had even put a red lipstick on you. "you look beautiful, honey. all grown up. here, keep this in your purse. you might need it." your mom handed you a compact and the lipstick. "let's get your hair out of these rollers, rafe should be here soon."

why did she have to say his name? you tucked the items into your little clutch that was sitting on the counter. your mom began letting your hair down, using hairspray and a comb to get it just right. "i remember doing this when i was your age. of course, i didn't have my mother to help me. i had to do it all on my own."

"thank you mom. i wouldn't know what to do if i didn't have you." you responded, almost on command as if it was a programmed response.

"i know." dolores strokes your hair. "listen mija, we need to talk about rafe. he is a man and men have certain... needs." she explained, pinning a few pieces away from your face. "as a woman, you need to fulfill those needs." you wanted to throw up and it was written all over your face. "i know we have had the talk already and we raised you to save yourself for your future husband but... a man like rafe might have certain expectations. i just want you to know that you and rafe have your father and my full support. nothing you could ever do would change that." she explained and you somehow managed to decipher the message she was sending.

it's okay to have premarital sex as long as it's with rafe cameron.

"anyways, that's... it." she fluffed your hair over your shoulders and you looked at yourself in the mirror. "you're perfect." her tone was adoring but her gaze was calculating.

"thank you, mom." you managed a half smile and stood up. "i'm going to go get my little scarf." you walked into your room, shutting the door and pressing your back against it with a sigh.

your mirror sat across the room, scarf draped over it. you looked at yourself from this angle and you saw yourself as you were. the naive little lamb trying to disguise herself as a wolf. you wished pope was around, though you didn't know why. he probably couldn't help much but when you had him, the world seemed so much brighter. anything seemed possible. now that he was gone, you couldn't find a reason to hope.

"mami! rafe's here! come down!" your mom called to you. you plucked the scarf off your mirror and descended the stairs to your most certain doom.

-----

pope had anticipated seeing you at midsummers. your family were prominent members of the island club as soon as you touched down in the OBX, whereas most people had to wait years and years to even be considered. your mother even began organizing the annual cotillion. your father had bought a plot of land to expand the golf course. he simply didn't anticipate seeing you hanging off rafe cameron's arm.

how does that even happen?

rafe cameron didn't go to church. rafe cameron was a raging cokehead that terrorized his friends for years. a raging cokehead that had just given him two beatings. you didn't know but if you did would you still have come here with him?

you had been in a catatonic state since he picked you up and it was beginning to scare rafe. rafe didn't mind that his dad arranged the situation. it helped his reputation ever since the whole drunk and disorderly conduct scenario when he was away at school. rafe also liked the idea of owning you, and being able to turn you into the perfect woman for him. one that he could easily do whatever he wanted with because you would never leave. marriage is sacred and divorce doesn't exist in your dad's church. still, it unnerved him how you were barely reacting to anything around you. you were shy and closed off before but tonight the lights were on but nobody's home. it wasn't cute anymore, it was weird. "hey, i'm gonna grab us drinks. what do you want?" you turned your gaze to rafe and shrugged your shoulders. rafe only nodded and turned to go to the bar.

you were all alone in the crowd and finally able to breathe. you just needed to be patient and this would all be over soon. your parents never stayed out past 10pm. they would be taking you home in mere hours. you could do it.

"hey, girl." sarah cameron grabbed your arm and began walking in the opposite direction of rafe, topper and kelce. "why didn't you tell me you were coming with my brother?"

"i didn't even know..." you managed to mutter. she continued walking towards a table hidden between all the surrounding bodies.

"wanna drink?" she offered a cup to you and you nodded, taking the straw between your lips and drinking. one the liquid hit your tastebuds you cringed.

"is this alcohol?"

"yeah, scarlet was able to sneak some of the sangria. it's okay with you right?" sarah asked. she reminded you of eve. a beautiful temptation. you were going to bite the apple.

"yes." sarah looked at you and smiled. she was definitely curious about you. the pastor's daughter that john b said pope was messing around with. the same girl who was here at midsummers with her brother and drinking with her.

"good." sarah smiled at you, drinking from the cup while it was still in your hand. she watched you drink a bit more and get adjusted to the taste.

and then she grabbed your hand and began dragging you to the dance floor. "i love this song." she held your hands and danced with you. "you know, you never really go out. i know you're religious and everything but even the other church kids come to parties."

"i'm not much of a party person." the alcohol was making you a little more loose as you were awkwardly swaying with sarah to the sound of some 2010 pop hit.

you were grateful for sarah whisking you away with her. topper and rafe had managed to entertain themselves once they accepted the both of you were staying at each others side. you two had the mutual understanding that you were both avoiding the guys you were supposed to be with. it made it easier to let yourself succumb to the effects of the sangria.

"jj?" you heard sarah say as she span you around and into someone.

"sorry mr. dunleavy." you muttered, clearing your throat and gaining the tiniest bit of composure.

"i got a note from, uh, vlad." jj held a note between his fingers. when your vision managed to focus, you noticed the bruises on jj's face.

"from vlad?" sarah asked, a smile spreading across her face.

"yeah."

"okay."

"just read the note." jj turned around and walked away as you and sarah looked at the note. in the background, your date began harassing jj.

"i gotta go." sarah breathed out and you nodded.

"go, go." you encouraged, turning to jj. you needed to save him. "rafe!" you called out and his eyes snapped in your direction. it was a complete jekyll and hyde. you were emotionless and using your scarf as a defense mechanism and now the scarf was discarded and your strap was falling off your shoulders. "come dance with me. please?" he couldn't refuse. not when your skin was flushed and dewy. he could tell you had been drinking and that intrigued him even more. the little lamb was straying from the light, without his own influence.

rafe came over to you and jj managed to evade his friends. your heart began thumping behind your chest again. you had almost forgotten how imposing rafe's presence was until his frame was shadowing yours. "where's your scarf?" he asked, trailing his hand up your arm to adjust your strap back on your shoulders.

"mm..." you shrugged.

"gettin' all shy on me again?" he pulled you in closer by the waist and you gasped. "thought you wanted to dance?" you couldn't say anything. you could only rest your head on his chest and wait for the song to be over. when you opened your eyes and peered across the room, you met pope's eyes.

your heart sank. he was looking at you with disappointment all over his face and suddenly you felt dirty. you wanted rafe to get off of you. you felt like you needed to walk through a fiery hellscape to pay for what you've done.

"i need the bathroom." you pushed yourself off of rafe and stumbled your way towards the bathrooms.

pope followed from a distance.

you locked yourself in a stall and soon after, pope was making sure you were alone before locking the door and waiting for you to be done.

when you came out, you were reasonably startled by his presence. "pope." all your feelings about him were rushing back to you. you missed him, but you were mad at him. you couldn't shake all the things he had said to you. you also felt guilty. you showed up the next day with a date.

the silence weighed heavy between you two. "you look nice." pope was analyzing you from head to toe. there was something that was slightly off about you.

"thanks."

"rafe cameron, huh?"

"my parents." you responded quickly, ready to explain yourself. "they arranged this without telling me. i had no idea."

"is this what you were trying to tell me last night?" he asked and you nodded. another silence fell over you two. "i'm sorry for blowing up at you. i had no right."

"i forgive you, pope." you stepped closer to him. "i miss you."

"i miss you too." he breathed out, stepping closer to you.

"i just... i think now... i don't think we can be together right now." the alcohol was now making you emotional and your eyes were welling with tears.

"what's wrong?" pope furrowed his brows.

"my parents want me to be with rafe cameron and i don't really have much of an option. they won't listen to me. i'm stuck with him."

pope was never quick to anger but his blood was boiling at this point. rafe fucking cameron just had to take everything from him, didn't he? it wasn't enough to be the son of the richest man on the island who had everything he ever wanted. he had to have you too. and of course your parents would support the union. it was like everything was going sideways for him and he never had a chance to try to get it straight again.

"i'm not gonna let that happen." pope took your hands. "rafe doesn't deserve you. none of them do. i don't."

"pope..." you whispered, feeling your heart skip a beat. it wasn't like how it was with rafe. you felt safe with pope.

"shhh... you're the closest to heaven i'll ever get to." pope held your face with one of his hands, letting it trail down the side of your neck. his hands found your shoulders and then went down to your waist. with every touch he was making you clean again. "i won't let them desanctify you."

pope's intellect was one of the most attractive things about him and his words had you whimpering. "kiss me" and he complied, taking your lips in a deep, slow kiss. it was sweet like honey, his tongue massaging yours as you let yourself go limp in his grasp. he repositioned you, pressing you against a counter and then lifting you up to sit on it. from this position, between your legs, the two of you began rutting your hips together.

you were gasping and arching in reaction to every touch. pope slid the straps of your dress down your shoulders, revealing your already hardened nipples to the air conditioned atmosphere. kissing down your neck, pope took one of your nipples in his mouth and used his tongue to play with it. he was enjoying the reward of your airy moans as he ravished your breasts with opened mouth kisses.

"pope, i need you." you placed your hand on his head, stroking his hair. "please?" you opened your legs even wider for him, bunching your dress up to reveal the wet splotch on your white cotton panties.

"fuck." pope breathed. it was all for him. "are you sure?"

"i need you right now or i'm gonna melt." you whined and pressed yourself against him, making him groan. pope pulled his pants down just enough to reveal his cock. the tip was already glistening with precum and the thought of having it inside you sent another gush of arousal to soak your panties. pope was lost in you once again. it was like once you started teasing and begging, he couldn't help himself. not when you made noises everytime he grazed a finger against you. it was like a chemical reaction. the two of you were bound to bond together like this.

he pulled your panties to the side and licked his lips at the mess between your legs. a sticky, wet mess glistening all over your pussy lips. he tapped the head of his cock against your clit, making you twitch. "pope, please... please, please..."

when you begged like that, he couldn't help but comply. his cock found it's place between your lips and he marveled at the sight. gone was any thought of the party happening outside. it was only him and you.

he coated himself in your wetness before pressing the tip against your entrance. it was a tight fit but once he successfully breached your hymen and was fully nestled inside you, you managed to open your eyes and look at him. tears had streamed down your face leaving faint trails of mascara. looking into his eyes you nodded, giving pope permission to move. he pulled out of you slowly, pushing back in at the same speed. you were gripping onto the counter, watching as he continued these slow and precise strokes.

pope was in heaven. it was taking everything in him to not finish early. he continued to give you long and deep strokes. the both of you watched his cock sliding in and out of you, getting wetter with each stroke.

"oh god..." you moaned out, eyes fixed at where you and pope were joined together. "ohhhh..." the tears kept streaming. you had never felt this good in life. the stretch was unbelievable but you welcomed it. "more..." you leaned up, pressing kisses to his neck.

his next thrusts were shorter and harder. you wrapped your arms around his neck and began pushing your hips against his. the sound of your wet skin slapping against his filled the empty bathroom. he was groaning in your ear, hands under your ass helping you meet his thrusts. "oh fuck..." that word never sounded as good as it did coming from pope's lips. you kissed him and the two of you were swallowing each others moans.

and then he flipped you. pope bent you over the counter and you were faced with your reflection. you looked a mess. your hair was frizzing up from the sweat you had been working up. most of your makeup was in tact but streaks of your tears had marred the face your mother spent time crafting.

it didn't take long for that thought to be filled by pope as he gripped your hips and pressed into you from a new angle. your eyes rolled back and pope watched your expression in the mirror. with every thrust, you looked so angelic. as if your entire existence was consumed by pleasure. your lips were parted, red and swollen from all the kisses he had given you. you were letting out these cute little short moans with each thrust.

KNOCK

KNOCK

KNOCK

pope freezes inside you. your eyes snap open. there is a brief silence before there is another three knocks on the door.

"is that you little lamb?" rafe's voice comes from the other side of the door.

you meet pope's gaze in the mirror and he nods at you. "y-yeah..." you shakily spit out.

"you okay in there?" he asks, tone condescending. "look, i know you had a couple drinks. i'm not gonna tell on you-"

"rafe, i'm not feeling good." you spoke, just wanting him to leave. you were twitching around pope and he wasn't helping considering he gave you a sharp thrust that made you gasp.

"you want some help? i know a thing or two." rafe tried opening the door, the handle jiggling with the attempt.

"no!" you answered as pope began to find his rhythm again.

"okay... do you want me to get sarah?"

"nooooo..." you trailed off into a moan which didn't make rafe think too much. "i'll be fine." you struggled to get the words out while pope set a punishing pace.

"okay, well i gotta go. just make sure you're fine to get a ride home with your parents. don't need them thinking i'm a bad influence." rafe said.

popes fingers found your clit and you struggled to hold it together. "ok-aaaayyyy..." your face was pressed against the counter as pope dug your little pussy out.

"goodnight lambie."

you tried to listen to the sound of his footsteps descending as pope pounded your cunt raw and aching for release.

"please..." you were begging again and it made pope feel godly. like he was the only one who could fill this need for you.

"anything." he answered. "whatever you want." his fingers flicked your clit with more speed as his thrusts became sloppier and sloppier.

everything was silent.

your orgasm tore through you. surely, you were making noise but you couldn't hear it. your pussy pulsed rapidly around pope's cock and you could only feel a wave of heat lighting your body on fire as pope continued to thrust until he finished inside you.

you stayed connected like that for a while. pope pressed gentle kisses to your back. he pulled out from you with a pop. his cum began to trickle out of you and he leaned down to lick it up. you whined weakly as he feverishly cleaned you with his mouth. when he was done, he pulled your panties back into place and adjusted your dress on your body before tucking himself away. he hugged you from behind. "you mean a lot to me. thank you." he whispered into your hair. "i want you to be my girlfriend."

"i want you to be my boyfriend." you leaned back against his chest.

"i promise, i'll fix all of this." he let you go, grabbing some tissue and helping you fix your makeup. you only prayed to god he was right. pope kissed you hard before he left. he had research to do. he was going to get to the bottom of the camerons and your family's relationship.

you spent the last 30 minutes of the night with a tired, dazed, and blissful expression on your face. your parents gave the credit to rafe.

[lucy90712]

Telling family

Gavi: 

It has been a couple weeks since I had my first ultrasound but we are yet to tell Pablo's family. Just a few days after the ultrasound once I had wrapped my head around it all I called my parents and told them. I didn't expect them to be over the moon as I know Pablo and I are young but they were a lot more angry than I thought. They lectured me for most of the phone call about how irresponsible I'd been and how I'd regret things in years to come so I haven't spoken to them since. After their reaction I've been way too scared to tell Pablo's parents, he wants to tell them naturally but I've made him wait and wait because I'm just so scared of what they are going to think. 

Now though I can't wait anymore as Pablo's family have invited us both to dinner and we agreed that the next time we saw them in person would be the time we tell them. Pablo promised me that he'd take the lead in the conversation which makes me feel a bit better but still I feel so incredibly anxious. I get on really well with Pablo's parents and I don't want to ruin that especially with the lack of support from my own parents. I can understand why they wouldn't be happy about the news because having a baby is going to affect Pablo's career and he has such a bright future ahead of him that I might be ruining. I know that it takes two to make a baby but I can't help but feel responsible for this situation and anything that comes from it including our parents reactions. 

Pablo drove us to dinner which was at a nice restaurant in a quiet part of town meaning there wasn't many people around to create any distraction from the situation. We had a lovely dinner but I couldn't eat much in part due to sickness but mostly due to nerves. Once everyone had finished eating a conversation was started about what had been going on since we all last saw each other. That's when Pablo squeezed my hand under the table to tell me that he was going to make the announcement. 

"Actually y/n and I have an announcement we are expecting" Pablo announced 

"That's brilliant I'm so happy for you two" Pablo's mum said 

"You aren't mad?" Pablo asked taking the words right out of my mouth 

"No of course not it's your life not ours plus we know you two will make great parents" Pablo's dad said 

"Thank you your support means a lot" I managed to say despite the shock of how well the conversation had gone down 

Pedri: 

Pretty much ever since we found out Pedri has been desperate to tell his family about the new addition. The only thing that has stopped him is the fact that he wanted to tell his parents in person. They were supposed to be coming over for a few days this week but a few things happened so now they aren't able to come and Pedri is devastated. I told him that we can wait until they can make it out here to tell them but he still wants to find a way because he doesn't want them to miss out on much more of my pregnancy. It has been a difficult dilemma for him and I've tried to help but ultimately it's his decision as to what he wants to do I will just be there whether he decides. 

This morning Pedri woke me up all excited telling me that today is the day we tell his family which had me very confused. He explained that he invited Fer over this afternoon and he plans to FaceTime his parents so that they can all find out at the same time. Then he showed me the little onesie he got made that he was going to give his parents but instead he's going to give to Fer and get him to show his parents through FaceTime. He was so excited and had a smile to match which was so infectious that I couldn't help but smile too at how cute it is the Pedri is so excited. His family means so much to him and I know he wants our announcement to be perfect but no matter what happens it will be perfect. 

Fer came round right on time but Pedri acted as if he was hours late as he rushed Fer into the living room and set up his phone before running off to get the onesie which he'd put in a box. Fer was laughing at his brother but he let him do his thing and listened when he was told to wait to open the box. Pedri FaceTimed his parents who were happy to see all of us together and wanted to chat but Pedri was preoccupied. 

"Ok you can open the box now but make sure you show mum and dad too" Pedri instructed 

"What is this" Fer said pulling out the onesie so that the writing on it was facing the phone 

"Are you two joking?" Pedri's mum asked

"No we aren't" I said 

"Congratulations I wish we could be there to hug you both but we will come over soon" she said 

"I'm still confused" Fer said 

"Turn it round you dumbass" Pedri said 

"Oh my god congratulations both of you" Fer said giving both of us a hug 

Jude: 

Jude has been nervous to tell his family not because he thinks they won't be supportive but because they know he didn't want kids and he doesn't want them to get the wrong impression. He is so worried that his family will think that I'm baby trapping him but I'm not worried about that because I know once we explain that this baby is a happy accident they will be super supportive. It is this reason that Jude hasn't wanted to tell his family the news over the phone so now that he has a break and we are going back home for a few days he doesn't have any excuse. Seeing as it's his family I have left him to decide how he wants to tell them but I told him if he wants me to do or say anything he just has to tell me. 

Throughout the flight Jude was so nervous he was tapping his foot and playing with the rings on my fingers which he only does when he's deep in thought. I really want to be able to support him more but there's not much I can do as we won't know what's going to happen until we tell them plus I don't have the same fears he does so I don't know how he's feeling. I do think it's sweet that he's so worried about what his parents might think of me when we tell them because he doesn't want them to resent me in any way. If he wasn't so caring he wouldn't be this nervous which I guess in this scenario has its pros and cons. 

Once we finally arrived it was late and I was very tired so we went straight to Jude's parents place as that's where we are staying. Even though it was late they all stayed up for us and greeted us at the door which was really nice. As it was late I expected Jude to wait until tomorrow to tell his parents or find a better time but as I made my way to the stairs he gave me a look and I knew he was just going to say it. 

"Y/n and I are expecting" he just kind of blurted out 

"Oh wow congratulations" Jude's dad said 

"I know I said I didn't want kids and I know what you are thinking but it's not y/n's fault we both made a mistake but I'm actually really excited to be a dad" Jude explained 

"We would never think anything like that I'm just glad you two are happy that's the main thing" Jude mum said 

"Congrats bro I can't wait to be the fun uncle" Jobe laughed 

Joao: 

Joao has been so excited to surprise his family with the news he hasn't stopped talking about all the different ways he could do it. He has been looking on Pinterest most nights to come up with ideas which I never thought I'd see as he used to make fun of me for looking on Pinterest for inspiration. After much consideration he made his mind up on what he wanted to do so we ordered the stuff we would need and made sure it would arrive in time for his family coming to visit. 

Today is the day that Joao's family are due to arrive so Joao dragged me out of bed far too early so we could assemble the idea he came up with. There was a lot of layers to Joao's plan he had a box and he wanted to created different layers with different things on them. On the bottom we put a picture from the ultrasound we got then going up we added other things that were slightly baby related but not too obvious so it wasn't completely given away at the start. Once it was done he was so excited to give it to them but I told him to at least wait until they are sat down  after getting here as we don't want to overwhelm them at the door. He knew he would be able to hold back to he told me to give him a signal when I thought the time was right. 

When it was time Joao went to the airport to pick everyone up leaving me at home. I was fully prepared for him to have given everything away on the drive but he hadn't although he did look like he was about to burst from anticipation. I made everyone a drink before we all sat down and got to catch up, to begin with it was just sort of small talk but then the conversation moved to things that were hard for me to answer truthfully without making it obvious that I am pregnant. That is when I gave Joao the signal so he excused himself and came back with the box which he gave to his mum but made sure everyone else could see it too. I wasn't nervous until they actually started looking through the box which is when a bit of anxiety kicked in as to what their reactions would be. By the time they got to the last layer of the box my heart rate was through the roof.

"Oh my god you aren't joking right you are actually expecting" Joao's mum exclaimed 

"No we aren't joking y/n is actually pregnant" Joao said 

"Thats amazing congratulations" Joao's dad said 

"How are feeling y/n have you been doing ok?" Joao's mum asked 

"I'm fine just the usual symptoms but nothing too bad so far" I said 

"If you need anything just give us a call and we will do our best to help" she said 

Ruben: 

Ruben couldn't hold off on telling his parents so they found out a few weeks ago not long after we did. His brother however doesn't know and everyone has been keeping it a secret from him so Ruben can tell him in a fun way. His brother has been there for us through the months and months of negative tests and really helped Ruben not get down about it so Ruben decided he needed to do something special to tell his brother that he will finally be an uncle. While Ruben has been thinking about how he wants to surprise his brother I've been finding it really hard not to say anything as Ruben's brother is around a lot and my pregnancy is quite often on my mind. Trying to cover up when I'm feeling sick or tried has been difficult but I've done it for Ruben as I don't want to be the one to ruin the surprise. 

Last night Ruben told me he was finally ready to tell his brother which is great timing as he is supposed to be coming for dinner tonight. Ruben had training this morning so he sent me out to get a few things for him which I happily did. As soon as Ruben was back he got on with his plan which he hasn't told me so I just watched as he stuck a design onto a t shirt he made me get. Once he was done he showed me that he had made a t shirt for his brother that had uncle Ivan written on the back of it. He was so happy with himself and I must say it was a good idea one that his brother will definitely like. 

Ruben made dinner as I wasn't feeling well enough to be stood up cooking for too long but I did greet his brother and sat with him until dinner was done and we could all eat together. After dinner Ruben went and grabbed the t shirt which was folded to hide what was written on it and handed it to his brother. As he unfolded it he read what was on the back and I could see his smile grow and he went straight to hug Ruben before he hugged me too.

"Congratulations both of you I'm so happy for you" Ivan said 

"Thanks for your support until now we wouldn't be in this position if it wasn't for you telling me it will come when the time is right" Ruben said 

"You don't need to thank me I'm just glad you've finally got what you've been wishing for" Ivan said 

[thisistoomuchworkforausername]

Gushing about Tetro Pink for However Many Words

Spoilers below cut

In the lead up to chapter 4 I started re-watching Tetro from the beginning, to refresh myself on the sheer amount of content after the Great Okazaki Crashout of 25 and look for hints of her inevitable descent sprinkled along the way; and let me just say, Von Babbit's ability to foreshadow is impeccable and hits harder for me than that truck hit Celeste.

Spoilers. I'm not going to be able to do Von's writing justice, if you haven't watched Tetro Pink PLEASE do.

When I say I blood ran cold when KITCHEN TALK popped up, with Sasaki and Isono casually hanging out while Sasaki cooked, I mean it. I'd completely forgotten that this happened, even during the chapter 1 trial on my original watch through. I thought the twist that Sasaki was the killer was good and all, but I didn't really see why Isono would've been in the kitchen to begin with other that than the plot demanded it. This episode is easily forgettable in hindsight, overshadowed by the insanity of the larger uploads like CONFESSION GAME and the investigation itself, and to be clear, that's not a bad thing, because it makes rewatches even richer when you see hints that weren't seen as hints at the time woven into the story so seamlessly. And it's that attention to detail that only grows over the following chapters.

Before this, during Harada's interview, a moment that I found odd originally took on a whole new meaning after Chiba's death. When asked what he'd change about himself if he could, Harada only says that he makes bad choices, and somberly remarks that he wishes he didn't. Up to this point Harada has been one of the kindest, gentlest students, and so this perceived flaw is a little out of character seeming, but intriguing none the less. Still a miss-able moment that only rears its ugly head when TRIAL of the HANGED comes around and we see his poor decision making on full display.

Don't even get me started on Okazaki's interview, when she goes on the rant about one's sense of morality being different than another's. Once again, felt out of place at the time, but it was the first thing I remembered after the curtain closed on Chapter 3 as I tried to wrap my mind around Okazaki's villain complex.

And then there's RESTURANT. The fact that this wholesome, friendship building episode was one giant red flag about Kamimura's leftovers is incredible and hurts terribly.

This is why I caution people against voicing such dramatic hate when the chapter is still ongoing. Constructive critique is natural and vital to the creative process, but remember that each chapter does not begin with a body and end with an execution. We have six in universe days of build up between each murder, give or take, and Von and Co. use each day to build up story beats that WE can only recognize and appreciate in hindsight. This goes for other Fanganronpa's too. Be kind to one another. I don't want to see what happened to Von during chapter 3 happen again.

Okay that got heavy really quick. But back on topic, there's plenty of moments I left out in this rambling or haven't noticed, so please, if ya'll catch anything during rewatches let me know! The smallest details in the early chapters could be the key to solving later chapters, after all : )

[joellesolo]

Onyx Storm spoilers

Xaden: Yes, the table is broken. Now, what do you need? Ridoc: You two totally broke it, didn't you? Like that armoire no one was supposed to notice getting hauled out of her room during first year? Mira: The what?

[kyouka-supremacy]

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[adozentothedawn]

This entire scene is so absurd to me. Don't get me wrong, I love it, I am so into it, but honestly this part in particular makes it feel like he's an innocent country girl who I've accidentally impregnated and now he's demanding I marry him to avoid the stigma of a baby out of wedlock. If his sister wasn't dead he'd make her threaten me with a shotgun into properly branding him to save her baby brother's honor.

[burningcomputerpersona]

local enby shocked to realize that taking their prescribed medication actually works and they can do stuff now

[quailxcrossing]

wanna hear about my cringe oc dream last night (you have no choice)

[longing4yesterday]

just one of those nights

[poguehearted77]

Winter's Chance

Summary: It's Rafe's turn to have your son for the weekend, but it seems the weather wants you to spend the holidays together.

--Finally some Baby Daddy Rafe

With delicate rubs to your son's tummy, you desperately tried to get him to calm down with soft pleads and overeager soothing. He'd been fussing all day, so much that you'd called the doctor to make sure everything was okay.

They simply reassured you that it may just be a prolonged stage of fussiness. Most babies grow out of it around 4 months which is exactly where Max had just reached a few weeks ago.

Just when he was finally beginning to calm for a moment your ears are filled with the chime of your doorbell. Max picks up his crying as if he had never stopped. Your eyes roll, already knowing who is on the other side of the door.

You gently scooped him up to rest over your shoulder on top of the little binkie you tend to have thrown over your shoulder at all times for moments like this. He was cute, but the spit-up was never pretty and you were always prepared.

Opening the door from a distance you weren't expecting to see Rafe step in partially covered in snow. It distracted you momentarily before Max's cries cut through the shock.

"I know, I know." You whine, gently rocking him, backing away from the cold air that swept against your feet. "Hurry up, and close the door." His eyes roll, "Hello to you too." He closes the door and stomps off the snow from his boots before stepping out of them and hanging up his jacket.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing? This is just a pick-up, then you can have fun trying to calm him down at your place." Rafe stands still, his thumb gesturing to the door behind him, "You haven't seen the news, have you? They're closing the roads, so we're snowed in. The only reason I made it here is because of the suspension on my truck."

Your face turns sour and Max continues to cry.

"So why did you come in the first place if you knew you wouldn't be able to make it back?" He ignores your question for the most part, "Relax, baby. As excited as you are to see me, I didn't come for you. I came for my son. There he is," Rafe's expression lights up as he reaches for Max and takes him out of your hold.

"Rafe you can't just take him and expect him to calm-"

For the first time in seven hours, silence consumes the room. No more screams and tearful cries. "You've got to be fucking with me," You don't say it loudly, but Rafe still hears.

"Guess he was just missin' his daddy, huh? Isn't that right, Max?" Rafe's tone is playful as he pokes at Max's tummy which elicits tiny giggles and the brightest smile you'd seen all day.

You walk away, headed towards the kitchen. Not sure why you were moving so fast, Rafe was hot on your heels. "It's not your fault, it's probably just been a long day-" He finally shuts the fuck up with his smug remarks when he hears a soft cry, "Y/n," Your name rolls off his tongue, tender and sweet. "Baby, what's wrong?" Effortlessly, he supports Max with one hand while he reaches to turn you so you're facing him.

Your eyes are filled with tears, lips quivering ever so slightly and he knows what's coming. He's seen you like this more times than he can count. He takes you under his arm, your cheek pressed to his chest and you break down, muttering into the fabric of his hoodie.

He comforts you with a big hand rubbing your back, soothing you the way he learned from those parenting books that he swear he never read. "It's so hard, Rafe." Is all you manage to say through broken cries for the first five minutes before you're pushing off him, expression more angry than upset? "He was crying all day, and the second you walk in, he's perfectly fine."

Rafe's lips frown, puzzled. "And that's a bad thing?--"

"Yes! Why do you get to be Superman?!" Earlier, the sound of a pin drop would disturb Max from calming, but now even your exclamations left him unfazed, as long as he was in Rafe's arms he was unbothered.

As a matter of fact, with a second glance, you notice he'd actually fallen asleep. Just Perfect. Another win for Superman.

He chuckles, leading you both to have a seat on the couch. Your son sleeping soundly in his father's hold. "Well, I think I've got the abs for it." His shit-eating grin spreads across his lips.

"You try carrying a baby in your stomach for nine months, and you tell me if you still have abs after." Subtly, his tongue wets his lips at the memory, "All I remember is how good you looked pregnant. Shit, wanna do it again?" You'd never wanted to hurt someone so badly.

"You're lucky you're holding my son." He scoffs, leaning in slightly as if to speak away from the baby. "I seem to remember the two of us going half on the conception, and a few times after that." You air-swat him and stand, making your way for the stairs. "I'm going to take a nap."

The hours flew by as you finally had your first uninterrupted nap in what felt like years. By the time you woke up, the sun was long gone, and there was a thick layer of fresh snow sitting on your window pane. You headed downstairs and stopped at the bottom of the steps to appreciate the view.

Nothing melted you quite like the sight of Rafe taking care of Max. You hated to admit it, but he was a good dad. A really good one. Hot, too. Rafe held the bottle to Max's lips, murmuring some undistinguishable babbles with a soft smile. Surely speaking a language only the two of them can understand.

"I hope you warmed the bottle before you gave it to him." You say, and he finally notices you standing by the stairs, stalking your way over and sitting beside him.He ignores you, knowing that you're just trying to get under his skin. "You look well rested." He remarks and you sigh with a soft nod. "Yeah, I am actually." He grins to himself, "Must be a miracle to sleep well on that cheap-ass mattress you got up there."

"Sorry, we can't all have premium mattresses." Rafe pulls the bottle back once he realizes Max has had his fill. "Y'know my money is your money right? I give you ten thousand a month but everything I have is yours, too." Standing him up on his lap first, Rafe holds the baby over his shoulder, gently patting his back.

"Well, I don't need to live in a fifteen thousand sq ft house to be happy unlike you." He shakes his head slowly, his gaze falls on you, somber. "I seem happy to you? I don't give a shit how big my place is. It's always going to be empty without you two in it... " He trails off, alluding there's more to come.

"Rafe.. What are you saying?"

"Move in with me, again." Your head shakes before you sputter profuse denials, "No, Rafe, we can't we tried that before remember? We don't get along. Technically, we're not even together." The conversation is briefly interrupted by a small gurgled burp on Max's behalf.

Rafe leans down to place a drowsy Max in his rocker in front of the couch before sitting back up. "Things were different then, we were eighteen. I can't do the back-and-forth anymore. Don't you wanna wake up in the morning, see that Max is taken care of and I'm making you breakfast, then we go back to bed and I take care of you? Huh?" He hums, his voice igniting sparks along the length of your neck as he nosed along it.

"Rafe.." your voice is shaky, feeling the heat from the discussion.

"Whadd'ya say, hm?" You reflect, having Rafe stay with you today, in just a few short hours you'd been able to take a break, he held you when you cried like he always did. You'd hardly even fought. Though that was no surprise, the two of you fought considerably less ever since Max came into the picture.

"Okay, yes." You can feel the lines from his smile stretch against your jaw just before he begins to pepper kisses on your cheek. "Y'know, we made the world's cutest baby ever right?" You smile, both your gazes focused on the little one before you.

"He's got your eyes, for sure." Rafe states and you giggle, "You're just saying that because they're brown." He sits up straight, heartfully disagreeing. "I'm not. They're the same eyes that I fell in love with when I first laid my eyes on you, and the same ones that humbled me when they looked up at me for the first time in the NICU."

His words were touching. You're seeing a whole new side of him. Not the usually hot-headed and impulsive man you were used to. This one was sweeter, softer, and more sincere.

You reeled him in for the first kiss, his lips soft as they pressed against yours, his hands confidently holding you at your waist. "Ah, I see you're taking me up on my previous offer. Let's go for a girl this time, yeah?" He grins, and you pinch him.

[quantum1mmortality]

The crew & using toys on their S/O in bed please with a cherry on top??

First time writing the whole crew kinda nervous 🤭🤭 I'm not writing Swansea tho I will NOT be writing nsfw of a married man

Tw/cw; Afab!reader, winners love winning in Anyas hcs (use of the term pillow princess), jorkinit jumpscare

Not proofread

Curly

I'm actually not sure if he'd be into toys

I've literally only written for Curly so I'd say I'm a Curly expert, and I just don't think he'd be into toys

He'd use a vibrator on you every now and then, but he'd just use it to tease you and make you beg for him.

He'd probably use cock rings. I am a firm believer Curly would use cock rings. Not all the time, but if he's had a really stressful day at work, he's wanting an extra hard hitting orgasm.

Omg not a toy but APHRODISIACS!!! This man would go crazy for some aphrodisiacs, whether he's taking it or you are.

Now I wanna write a wedding night one shot with Curly and aphrodisiacs thanks a lot anon 😔😔😔 I've got enough shit to write already

Anya

I don't care what any of you say this woman is a pillow princess

YOU'D be using toys on HER

She'd also be a cryer but that's not the point

She'd have a drawer dedicated to sex toys. She's trying to get into med school, she's CONSTANTLY stressed, how else is she supposed to release some of that stress? Don't judge her.

She wouldn't be into straps or dildos, she'd be into shit that vibrates. Vibrators obviously, rose toys, anything that stimulates the clit honestly

I lied she is into dildos this woman is a sucker for a RABBIT!!! Like I said, if it vibrates, she wants it.

Her favorite combo is the rose toy/vibrator + pussy licking. She cums so fast, then gets embarrassed, then begs for more. Praise her a bunch and she'll be able to go a few more rounds

BONUS CONTENT!!; she has a Christina and Princess Albertina, no further comments

Daisuke

Oh yeah, he's using toys.

He has a tongue piercing and sometimes he'll swap it out for a bar that vibrates but y'all aren't ready for that convo

He's gonna use the basic toys, nothing we haven't gone over yet. Vibrators, rose toys, cock rings, ect. He's just trying to figure out what he likes for right now, and he likes all of them

In missionary, he'd hold either a vibrator or rose up to your clit while he fucks you. Kind of uncomfortable as a position, but if it gets you off, it's worth it to him.

Not sure if this is considered a toy but he'd be interested in sounding. He's definitely had you try it on him once or twice, and he never lasts for more than a minute 😭 poor boy

He's just trying new things out. He's new to having a committed relationship, so anything you'd be into, he'd be willing to try. He'd let you peg him if you wanted, but don't ask me to write that.

My pegging days are over

Jonathan

The kinkiest cunt that ever cursed this god forsaken ship

Toys are a must have for him. On you, not him. He only likes using them on you, because it gives him a sense of power over you.

He'd be one of those assholes that would put a bluetooth vibrator in your panties and wait till you're in public to turn it on the highest setting. Like an asshole

Jizzdaddy would have a lot of toys. He'd have one of those robotic dildo setups that like.. idk does the thrusting how the fuck do I explain this????

You guys get what I mean if you've ever been on a porn site you've seen one

Anyway, he'd have one of those setups and watch it fuck you. Ass up, head down, grasping at whatever you could since HIS sadistic ass turned it up to the highest speed.

Eventually hed get pissed off and fuck you himself, claiming that you love the toy more than you love him 😔 the allegations are true but he doesn't have to know that

He'd also use plugs on you. In public, too. He doesn't care. If you humiliate yourself, that's your fault, not his.

vibrators are used during sex, nothing new. But it's the same situation as before. Claiming you love the toy more than him, so he stops using it.

Sometimes he'll just give in though and decide he doesn't care, and wants to tease you more than anything. Highest speed it can go, or the slowest. No in-between. He'll have you begging one way or another.

Chat I hate writing rough characters someone request ooc soft Joshua hcs so I can write him like I do Curly 🙏🙏🙏

A/N; Anya makes me wanna kiss girls

[moremaybank]

EDIBLE , jj maybank

── KINKTOBER: OVERSTIM. + DACRYPHILIA

"touchin' on my body, i can't help but feel impeccable." ─ flo milli, edible.

jj maybank x bratty!reader

(18+) unprotected sex, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mean!jj, mentions of breeding (barely)

you mouth off, and your favourite pogue puts you in your place. with ease.

KINKTOBER , OBX MASTERLIST

your legs quivered terribly at the work jj had been doing on you. he impaled you with his thick cock, over and over like he was desperate to steal the air from your lungs. you tried to crawl away, just a little bit to escape the overstimulation. but you should've known not to.

"where d'you think you're goin', huh? you're gonna take this fuckin' cock." his hand surges his hand through your hair, gripping it harshly and jerking your head up. "actin' like this ain't what you got on your knees 'n begged me for."

the hand he had clinging to your hip held you tighter, thick fingertips and blunt nails biting into your skin. his hips seemed to work harder, like a well-oiled machine as he speared his cock deeper inside of you. he made you take every single inch, each thrust landing him balls deep inside the cunt that never failed to fit nice and snug around him like a glove. he grunted at you as he fucked you, muttering how this kind of hard fucking was what you deserved for pissing him off.

just like you always did.

no matter how much you two got on each other's nerves, you'd always fucked it out like champions. you crawled back to each other every time, despite the difference in status. that's just how things were.

you mouthed off, and your favourite pogue put you in your place. with ease.

a single hand of yours flew backward, pressing against the upper part of his pelvis. your nails scratched at his skin pleadingly in an effort to get him to take it easy on you. it was so damn good, but it was so damn much. you weren't sure how much longer you'd be lucid or even able to breathe with how deep he was pressing into you.

"nah, nah, nah. don’t run from this," he chided, smacking your hand away. in a flash, he was pulling you up by the hair and curling his arm around your throat. he used his chokehold on you to bring your back flush to his chest, all while maintaining the unforgiving drilling he was giving you. "always talkin’ shit, runnin’ that pretty mouth." his other arm snaked around your hips, calloused fingertips finding your clit and prodding at it harshly. "tellin' me i don’t fuck you hard enough. like you haven't had dick in days. now, look at you. can't even handle me."

"please, daddy! c-can't take it!" you gasped your words out, like you could barely pull yourself together to beg for mercy. jj fucking loved it.

but he keeps his act up, scoffing like you'd just insulted him. "you think a please, daddy'll work on me?" his lips brushed against the shell of your ear, and his arm tightened around your neck. "'m sorry. y'got me all wrong, princess."

he slammed you back down against your mattress, your cheek smushed into the high thread-count sheets. you could feel his hand pressing down on the back of your head, asserting dominance while his other hand pulled you back to meet his thrusts. he was primal and downright mean with the way he was fucking you, and though your skin was buzzing, you wouldn't have it, or him, any other way.

you started to cry, tears breaking free from the border of your waterlines and flowing down your cheeks. they sank into the cotton bedding, and your sobs dide against it as well. you were bawling out a weak and tortured daddy as best as you could, but to jj, it just sounded like babbling.

good, he thought. just how he liked you.

"look at those tears. cryin' like it'll make me stop 'n be nice." the laugh he let out next was almost psychopathic. but it was so fucking hot, you were losing your mind. "you're jus' makin' me wanna nut in you."

you looked at him from your peripheral vision. his sharktooth necklace bounced against his sternum with each movement. his teeth were nearly engraved into his bottom lip. those signature blue eyes were trained solely on you. on how fucked out you were beneath him.

"yeah. that's it. cry for it, baby. cry for it," he gritted out with a clenched jaw. "'member earlier? you were sayin' i was scared to lose you? think you're scared of losin' me, sweetheart. scared of losin' this good dick, right?"

you hiccuped almost miserably, fingers roaming the mattress until they found chunks of your comforter to hold onto. "gonna cum! 'm gonna cum!"

"yeah...know you are. this pussy always cums for me, like that's its job. such a good fuckin' pussy."

you clenched around him, sucking him in tighter. your walls trembled, and he knew he had you right where he wanted you.

"the only reason i keep comin’ back is 'cause she loves me so damn much."