#say it louder for the bitches in the back

[lukola4evs]

you don’t have to like my opinions

I totally get not everyone sees things the way me and some of my homies do. That’s cool.

but y’all are desperate to prove your point by sending in anonymous asks to other more popular Lukola echo chambers that literally won’t acknowledge that A was in Rome.

y’all understand that sounds illogical right?

they want you to believe someone with a celeb bf is just a crazy stalker and recording shit from google and fucking with their phone to forward the time to mess with meta data to post instead of just believing she was there and a wm costar and her followed each other when they met.

And then we got Luke’s besties t+c tagging and uploading A to their stories and eoy wrap up on ig but we’re still supposed to believe she’s someone that won’t go away?!?!

and I’m not even mentioning the his and her Spain posts because some of the ultralulus can’t handle that (she didn’t rent out a room and recreate a towel on the floor in the exact manner to match)

none of that line of thinking is logical you guys. Usually the simplest answer is the right one.

just because we don’t believe lukola is happening now doesn’t mean it won’t ever.

tomdaya dated other people and found their way back to each other so it is possible.

but if you have an issue or want to know what I or some of the homies think just ask in the comments or in my asks.

you don’t have to talk shit on anonymous blogs about me.

[harmonyrae]

Crimson Tides

Synopsis: You love picking fights with Rafayel and he indulges you. But there’s a reason you avoid him when you’re on your period. Your emotions are louder and harder to control. And mood swings aren’t the only symptom you struggle with… But as infuriating as Rafayel can be, he knows exactly how to make you feel better.

Content Warnings: Mention of menstrual cycle, feminine products, blood/bleeding, explicit language, angst, fingering, before & after care, PiV, unprotected sex, cream pie, 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 5k Now Playing: Supernatural by Ariana Grande

The steady pounding of your feet on the treadmill was doing little to numb your mind. You knew working out would only make the tension in your shoulder, your back, your legs - basically everywhere - so much worse. However, the alternative was biting people’s heads off and that is looked down upon.

You’d been in the middle of a mission when your period started, rather suddenly actually. You keep track of it for the most part, but it’s never really followed a strict schedule. So when you got swiped at by a Foulwing, you assumed the blood on your legs was from a cut. When you found no injury, your stomach dropped and you raced to the locker room, your face beat red with embarrassment. 

No one made fun of you, this wasn’t high school. It’s happened to other female hunters and you’ve even helped them out, offering your jacket to cover up until they can get back to Headquarters to clean up. But you had been on this mission alone so you arrived covered in blood and everyone panicked. Jenna let you go home early. She swore it wasn’t because of your “accident” but rather a reward for a successful mission. You knew better. 

So here you are, working out in Rafayel’s home gym. You didn’t want to be alone, but you also didn’t want to be around anyone. Rafayel’s house was the perfect place to be today. He was on a nocturnal schedule thanks to a bout of artist’s block, so he was asleep and you’d be gone by the time he woke up. 

You cleaned up at Headquarters, caught a cab to Rafayel’s house and changed into some workout gear you keep in case you stay for a few days. You put your headphones on and blasted your “Badass Bitch” playlist in an attempt to drown out the bad vibes and moodiness. You turn up the speed on the treadmill before you are ready for the pace. You feel your legs shake with exhaustion, but keep pushing yourself. 

“Shit!”

You stumble and grab onto the safety handles, bumping your phone and sending it to the floor with a clang. The song in your headphones abruptly stops and you throw your head back with a groan. Great, now your phone’s broken. Just what you needed. But instead, another song began playing. You instantly recognized which playlist it was from and let out a breathy laugh. 

The sultry tone of a song from your “Hot & Steamy” playlist started. The lyrics about dirty thoughts and hands on bodies made your cheeks burn. Getting extra horny during your period wasn’t unusual but today you were so irritated, horny just wasn’t welcome to the party. Not that you could uninvite it now, you could tell by the sudden hypersensitivity of your nipples that “sexually frustrated” was your current state.

You yank the emergency cord and hop off the treadmill, scooping your phone off the floor. Your thumb hovers over the pause button. You’re about to change the playlist when you hear his laugh and his voice shout your name.

You turn to see Rafayel in the doorway and your stomach drops. He must have just rolled out of bed. Shit. His dusty purple tresses were fluffy and unkempt. His silk sleep pants hung low on his hips and he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Your clit throbs and you grit your teeth. 

“Hey cutie, didn’t expect you to stop by today.”

You yank your headphones out and pause your playlist. He was so cute and being so nice and you just wanted to keep your mouth shut because you knew you’d say something mean. With how you are feeling, even his kind words would irritate you. 

“You okay?”

He approaches you and extends a hand to touch your shoulder. You recoil and turn your back to him, walking to your duffel bag to tuck your phone inside.

“Fine. I’m fine. Just leaving.”

“Oooookay… You don’t have to go. We could order dinner?”

His voice was hesitant, but you could tell he was confused by your abrasive tone. He crosses his arms, never taking his eyes off of you. You zip up your bag and toss the strap over your shoulder.

“I don’t want dinner, I want to go home. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” 

You brush past him. You were in full on pout-and-stomp mode and it was painfully obvious. You will deny it until your last breath after the day you’ve had. Rafayel scoffs and follows you out of the gym and up the stairs to the main floor.

“Okay, something’s up with you. Why are you upset?”

You turn on your heel and face him, your hands clenched at your side. Turning around was a mistake, you can’t help but look down and gawk at his bare torso. His abs, the mole on his chest, that chest you just want to bite… No STOP. 

“I’m not upset.”

His smile turns into a smirk and he raises a brow. His eyes trail down your sweat slick body. Your workout shorts and bra are a little too tight with how bloated you’ve been all day. You’d hoped sweating would help with that, but now you just feel exposed. He tilts his head as he meets your eyes once more. 

“Puhlease, like I can’t tell when you’re moody.”

You cross your arms and plaster a sarcastic smile on your face.

“Oh I’m moody now? Am I just too emotional for you, Rafayel? I deal with your moody ass everyday and you can’t deal with me for a single day? Is this a ‘can dish it out but can’t take it’ situation?”

Rafayel goes through a myriad of emotions, his expression changing every few seconds. He was surprised, confused, hurt, irritated and finally angry. He steps closer and crosses his arms, that signature pout finding its way to his face. 

“I can ‘take it’ just fine, but at least when I am moody I have a reason to be. You’re yelling at me for what? What did I fucking do this time?”

Your chest hurt with how irrational this whole conversation was. You weren’t angry at him, you were angry with yourself - or rather, your body. Maybe you were a tiny bit angry with him, because he looked so damn sexy when he was angry. There’s a reason you liked picking fights with him. Usually he knew when you were picking a fight and would play along. But today, this was just ridiculous and you knew it. 

“You have a ‘reason’ huh? What ‘reasons’ are those? It’s raining, you can’t find your paintbrush in the nightmare mess you never take time to clean up, or maybe Thomas is doing his job asking you to do yours?”

Low blow. You bit your tongue, too little too late. His eyes widened and he glared at you, the purple sparkle in his eyes darkening. He took a step toward you and you backed away, not letting your face reflect the slight panic you felt. You knew exactly what he was doing. You had a habit of running away during fights, to “cool off”, but this was a huge issue for Rafayel. So you made a deal with him, you told him to back you into a corner when an argument broke out. It would force you to be an adult and discuss the issue rather than run away because it was easier. As long as he gave you enough space to breathe, you wouldn't run away.

You wanted to turn and run for the door, but Rafayel had successfully backed you into a corner. You could crawl over the couch or shove him, but you knew better. He would just keep coming after you. You keep your arms crossed and lean against the wall. His cologne overwhelms your senses and you clench your thighs. He smells so fucking good. 

He lifts his hands and places them on the walls beside your shoulders and you let out a breath. The darkness fades from Rafayel’s eyes as he scans your face and watches you breathe. He steps closer to you, your chest brushing against his making you shiver. 

“Is this a real argument or not?”

You turn your head and look away, but his hand takes hold of your chin and he turns you to face him. His thumb brushes against your jaw as he settles his hand on the side of your neck. Your eyes drop to his lips, those plump rosy lips…

“Cause if this is a real argument we need to talk. But if it’s not, I need you to tell me what made you want to pick a fight.” 

You roll your eyes and try to pull your face away from his hand. He doesn’t let you escape, instead he moves closer, pinning you to the wall. Your chest heaves and your heartbeat pounds against your ribcage. Your arms are still crossed, so they are pinned against your stomach. 

“Please?”

His tone softens and you let out a sigh. You can feel your cheeks heating up, the flush spreading down your neck and chest. 

“My period started on a mission today. I had blood all over myself in the office. Jenna sent me home early. And now I am cramping and horny and irritated.”

The words spill out of your mouth and you prepare yourself for part two of your argument because if he dares to smile, you are tearing into him. Instead he continues to stroke your jaw with his thumb. His other hand reaches up to take the strap of your duffel bag, he pulls it off your shoulder and drops it on the floor. 

“I’m sorry.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek and before you can stop it, you are letting out a strangled sob. Rafayel pulls you into a hug, one hand holding your head against his shoulder gently petting your hair. Your body shakes. You weren’t even that upset - more frustrated and disappointed but you couldn’t stop the thunderstorm in your head. 

“I’m sorry I said those things, I didn’t… I am so frustrated and I just… I was…”

Rafayel shushes you, which you’d normally find annoying, but today you are grateful. You didn’t want to talk, talking made things worse. Or rather, you talking made things worse. 

You feel Rafayel press a kiss to your temple and you finally push against him to pull your arms free to wrap around him. He holds you for who knows how long, his hand petting your hair or massaging your lower back. When you pull away from him, he holds your face, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. 

“Let’s get you into a hot bath. Should help the cramping, yea?”

You nod weakly and let him guide you to the master bathroom. He motions for you to undress while he turns on the water in the large clawfoot tub by the bay window overlooking the ocean. The window is cracked so you can hear the crashing of the waves. The sun’s setting and the sky is painted a bright orange and red. The bathroom had a warm glow and you felt your shoulders relax.

As you peeled off your sweaty shorts, you suddenly felt very self-conscious. You had to remove your tampon and what if you leaked? You shuffle sideways to the toilet, worried Rafayel would turn around. Of course he does, he strolls to the sink and crouches to pull out the bath salts from the cabinet below. He faces you, his expression neutral. 

“Ugh.. could you… umm… turn around?”

Rafayel squints and puts the salts on the counter to put his hands on his hips. 

“Why?”

His tone was indignant, he kept his eyes trained on you. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to cover your stomach. He approaches you now, his brow knitted together.

“I just... I have to… I have to remove my tampon and I… You know I can set up the bath myself.”

He lifts his hands to rub your arms. He smiles sweetly. 

“Okay, go ahead. And I know you can, but if I’m joining you I should at least do my part.”

You mumble incoherently trying to argue, but you are silenced with a kiss. Rafayel holds your face, his lips pressed against yours slowly inching them apart. His tongue dips into your mouth and a moan slips past your lips. His tongue dances with yours and his hands dip to hold your neck, caressing your shoulders and then wrapping around your back to start unhooking your bra. You place your hands on his chest.

“I’m bleeding… we can’t…”

He lifts his pointer finger to your lips. He starts kissing your jaw, your neck, down your shoulder. Every point of contact makes you shudder.

“We can. You said you were feeling…”

He hums as he nips at your earlobe, making your moan louder than you expected. 

“I can help with that. I want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good.”

You stop pushing against him and he resumes unhooking your bra. He tugs the straps down your arms and drops your bra to the floor. Your sensitive nipples press against his chest and you feel your pussy clench. He lets you go and backs up, you lean towards him, chasing his warmth. He chuckles, holding you steady.

“Do what you need to do and I’ll finish getting the bath ready. Bubbles or no bubbles?”

You laugh and tug the hair tie out of your hair, letting your hair fall down your back. 

“Do you have any more of the Cherry Blossom Oat Milk stuff? It smelled really good.”

Rafayel nods and crouches to get the bottle. You turn to face the toilet and take a deep breath before removing your underwear and tugging your tampon free. You wrap and toss the tampon in the small trash can by the toilet. You were bleeding heavier today, which explains the - wait, when did he put a trash can by the toilet?

“Raf?”

Rafayel sits on the edge of the tub, pouring a generous amount of bath milk and salts into the steaming water. He looks over to you.

“When did you put a trash can by the toilet?”

He returns his focus to the bath, dipping his arm in to swirl the water and make the bubbles foam. He rises to place the bottles by the sink. 

“Well last month I noticed the trash can under the sink was pretty full with your… products? Is that the best word to use? Anyway, I kept thinking how uncomfortable it must be for you to have to bring it over here, open the cabinet, throw it away… I just thought it might help?” 

Tears well up in your eyes. Rafayel can be silly and careless at times, but he can be the most thoughtful person too. It was such a small gesture, but it warmed your heart. 

“It does, yea… thank you.” 

His smile lit up the room, he was so proud of himself. You giggled before standing to walk to the tub. You usually took at least one bath during your period, opting for showers on the daily since it was faster. But when you could settle into a bath you never had any leakage, the water pressure gave you a blissful soak. But you had never shared a bath when you were on your period. You couldn’t deny the anxiety that was building in your chest.

“I can literally see you overthinking something. Spill it.”

Rafayel’s voice brings you back. You wrap your arms around yourself, shifting uncomfortably. 

“I’ve never had a bath with someone when I’m… ya know…”

“So I’m your first? Kinky.” 

You swat at his arm as he approaches. You didn’t even realize he had removed his sleep pants, his cock on full display now. You gasp and avert your eyes. Like you’ve never seen it before… You feel his hand on your back, he closes the distance between you to take your hand and help you into the tub. You step into the water, bubbles swirling around your legs. You slowly sink down and let the water surround you, the warmth instantly soothing your tight muscles. You shift to the center of the tub and Rafayel steps in behind you. He sits down and immediately wraps his arms around your waist to pull you to him. You rest your head against his chest and settle your arms along his legs. 

You close your eyes and try your best to relax, but you can feel the rigidity of your shoulders. You let out a frustrated sigh, your eyes flying open to stare at the ceiling. You feel Rafayel’s chest rumble with laughter against your back. His hands lower and he begins massaging your lower stomach, initially causing you to twitch. He kisses your temple and whispers soothingly into your ear.

“I have you, beautiful. Just breathe.”

You close your eyes again and take a deep breath through your nose. His hands melt away the tension and the cramps slowly fade. As your breathing steadies, your senses come to life. The cherry blossom bubble bath, the sea breeze just outside the window, the intoxicating scent of Rafayel’s cologne, his chest pressed against your back slowly rising and falling, his heartbeat syncing with yours. You run your hands down his arms. He lowers his head to place soft kisses to your neck.

This quiet moment, safe in Rafayel’s arms, stirs up a tidal wave of emotions. Your period always makes you more reflective. He fights with you when you need tension. He holds you when you need comfort. He kisses you when you need passion. He fucks you when you need, well, to feel everything at once. 

Just thinking about his body tangled with yours makes your clit throb and your heartbeat quickens. Rafayel feels it and his kisses become more intense. He sucks at the skin under your ear and whispers your name in that voice that makes your knees weak. 

His hands drift lower and he rubs the inside of your thighs, carefully spreading them open. He takes his time rubbing your lower stomach and thighs, making sure you are relaxed.

“Rafayel, I –”

He shushes you again. Your anxiety swirls, but as soon as his fingers find your swollen clit every muscle in your body unravels. You let out a shaky breath and lift your hands out of the water to grip the sides of the tub. He continues tracing circles, every nerve sparking, your thighs drifting further apart as your pussy clenches around nothing. 

His fingers finally reach down to dip into your needy pussy. You let out a quiet yelp, not used to the sensation. Your pussy is tender, raw, bloody, but so so sensitive. His fingers slide in with ease, he drags them in and out while his palm rubs against your clit. His other hand cups your breast and he rolls your nipple between his fingers. Your back arches and a moan echoes through the bathroom.

“My beautiful girl...” 

You turn your head to look at him, he rests his forehead against yours. You bring your hand to the side of his face, his fingers pumping faster making your stomach twist. Your brain is reeling, emotions clouding your judgement. His lips lock onto yours and you sigh, opening your mouth inviting him to go deeper. 

You can’t stop your hips from rolling forward against his hand. His movements slow when he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. He reluctantly breaks the kiss and nudges your cheek with his nose.

“Do you want more?”

You feel something snap inside of you, desperation isn’t the right word to describe how badly you need him. You pull his hands away from you and sit up in the tub suddenly, causing water to splash out onto the tile floor. Rafayel looks at you, his brows raised in confusion. You turn and sit up on your knees, your hands reaching around Rafayel to hold onto the edge of the tub behind his head. His expression shifts from confusion to recognition, a sly smile tugging at his lips. He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub allowing you to position yourself however you like.

You straddle him, your thighs squeeze between the tub and his hips. You feel his cock press against your stomach and you groan. Rafayel’s hands finally move and settle on your hips, pulling you closer to him. Your body falls forward, your chest pressing against his. He runs his hands up and down your back, his eyes scan your face searching for any sign of discomfort.

“Raf…”

A mix of embarrassment and desire stops you. Your cheeks flush and your knuckles turn white from gripping the edge of the tub so tightly. You turn to hide your face, but Rafayel’s hand catches your chin. 

“Close your eyes.”

You look at him, dumbfounded by his request, but you do as you’re told. With your eyes closed you focus on your breathing, enjoying the sweet scent of the air. You feel his hands rub your hips, gently lifting you to sit up on your knees fully. His lips brush across your chest, nipping at your collarbone and dipping to capture a nipple. He sucks softly, running his tongue over the sensitive peak. 

His fingers continue to stroke you, dragging a finger from your pussy to your clit and back. You rest your cheek against his head, squeezing your eyes shut. You want to look, to see his lips around your nipple, his fingers exploring your pussy. But you keep them closed, for now. 

You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance and you gasp. Rafayel releases your nipple and reaches up to grab the nape of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. He kisses you like he’s drowning and you’re the oxygen he is so desperate for. You start to lower your hips, enjoying the pressure and gentle stretch as you take him inch by inch. 

You feel his legs lift, his knees bend and your body shifts forcing him to fully sink into you. You throw your head back and moan his name, he places open mouth kisses down your neck grunting as he moves you with his legs. He drops his hands to your hips again and lifts you before dropping you down again. 

Your eyes fly open and you look down to where your bodies are joined. But before you can fully see Rafayel wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer. Your cheek is pressed against his, his warm breath tickling your ear. He returns his hands to your hips and guides them to grind against him. 

“I said… close your eyes…”

“But…”

“No arguing. Pick a fight with me later… right now…”

He guides your arms around his shoulders to drape over the edge of the tub, his face tucked into the crook of your neck. His hips start pulsing upwards before he lifts your hips to grind and drop, over and over and over…

“You’re going to cum… as many times as you want…”

You close your eyes and grab onto your elbows, locking Rafayel’s head in place. You press your lips against his ear and moan his name. You feel his cock twitch inside you and his hips jerk, driving himself deeper. His fingertips dig into your hips as he lifts you.

“There you go.”

His voice makes your heart flutter, somehow he has mastered the perfect combination of sexy and smooth. You might fight for control over silly things, but in the bedroom it’s just natural and you never fight for dominance. Sometimes you’re in control, sometimes he is. And tonight, you needed him to talk you through it and fuck the moodiness right out of you. 

He grabs your ass and shifts your hips, flattening your stomach against his, the new angle driving his cock right into that spot that leaves you gasping for air. You lift a hand to grab a fistful of his hair and press his mouth into your shoulder. He takes advantage of this and marks the skin of your shoulder and neck to filth. You’ll have to wear a scarf for a week with how harshly he sucks and nibbles at your skin. You start rocking your hips, matching his pace, the bath water sloshing back and forth, some splashing over the edge. 

His fingers find your clit and your hips stall, the pressure was just right and you could feel your pussy clench tight. Rafayel feels it too, he presses his forehead against your shoulder now, steadying himself. 

“That’s it, my treasure, give it to me. Come on, let go.”

He pinches your clit and you scream his name. Your hands fly out to grip the sides of the tub as you lift yourself off of him only to slam back down, feeling as if you’re splitting yourself in half on his cock. With you taking over the movements, Rafayel lifts his other hand to squeeze your breast and lifts it to his mouth to suckle your tender nipple. His moans vibrate across your chest and push you right over the edge.

You feel yourself fall apart, thighs shaking, clit throbbing, tits bouncing, hands aching as they grip the slick porcelain. You don’t stop bouncing, trying to prolong this bliss for as long as you can. You let your head fall back as you whimper Rafayel’s name like a prayer. He releases your nipple with a wet pop before setting his head back against the edge of the tub.

The warmth of his release takes you by surprise, you can’t help but grind harder as you listen to him whine and grunt. You finally look down at him, strands of his hair stick to his forehead, his cheeks rosy, his lips swollen, his eyes closed - he looks so pretty when he cums. His bliss makes you cum again, you didn’t even realize how quickly you had spiraled. The suddenness of your second orgasm knocks the wind out of you and you collapse onto Rafayel. He opens his eyes and steadies you, forcing his hips to move despite being overstimulated. 

“You’re so goddamn beautiful, you ride me so well. My beautiful girl…”

You feel tears stream down your face and you gasp. You wrap your arms around Rafayel so tightly you feel his body shake as he laughs softly.

“I’m not going anywhere, I have you. That’s it.”

And you stay like that for a while. Even after the highs of your orgasms fade. You hold onto him, his hands rubbing your back, his cock still buried inside you. When you finally lean back, he kisses your nose and smiles.

“Let’s hop in the shower, yea? Then I’ll make us dinner.”

Your mind starts to clear and you glance down at the water. The pink tint is too dark to be the bubble bath. Your eyes widen in horror and you feel your emotions start to bubble over. Rafayel catches on quickly and reaches for the towel hanging on the rack next to the tub. He covers your face with it, you wince and grab onto his wrists.

“What are you doing?!”

“Don’t look.”

You tug the towel away from your face and look down at him.

“I’m sorry I made such a –”

Before you can finish your statement, the towel is being forced back over your face. 

“Nope, nah, not allowed, can’t hear you, la la la la la!”

You grumble into the towel and slap at his chest. You giggle despite your embarrassment. 

“Rafayel!”

“I’m going to help you get in the shower. I’ll drain the tub and join you in a second. No arguments, remember?”

“Fine, but I can’t breathe!” 

He pulls the towel away and you gasp for air. He lifts a hand to cover your eyes, letting you catch your breath before he wraps an arm around you and lifts you. He helps you stand and step carefully out of the tub. You trudge across the bathroom to the shower and feel the warm water cascade down your back. Rafayel removes his hand and kisses your cheek. You watch him walk back to the tub. You don’t focus on the tub - you couldn’t if you wanted to with his ass right fucking there. 

He joins you and helps you wash your hair, running his fingers through and massaging your scalp. You lean back against him and enjoy his tender touches as he washes you. You return the favor and laugh as he complains about shampoo dripping down his face. He wraps a towel around you and leaves for a minute to find one of your sleep sets. After you both are dressed, you join him in the kitchen while he cooks. You eat a giant bowl of shrimp fried rice and curl up on the couch with Rafayel to watch your comfort movie. 

You lie on top of Rafayel, your head on his chest, a blanket tucked around you both. Your eyelids feel heavy, but you can’t fall asleep yet. You look up at him, his face highlighted by the glow of the moon. He feels your movement and looks down to meet your gaze. 

“What’s wrong?”

You smile and rub your hand up his chest to caress his cheek. You take a deep breath, letting the air empty from your lungs slowly. He nuzzles into your hand, placing a kiss on your palm.

“Nothing. I… Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For tonight.”

He chuckles and leans forward to place a kiss to the crown of your head.

“You don’t have to thank me for that. I should be thanking you!”

You press your face into his chest and giggle. This man. 

“I hate you.”

“Liar, you love me.”

You close your eyes and feel the steady rise and fall of Rafayel’s chest, his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. The faintest hint of cherry blossoms drifts through the air. 

“I do. I really do.”

Tag List (comment if you wanna be added!): @trishiepo0 @not-so-quite-human @kitsunetori @babyx91 @libriomancer @lilyadora @crowskitten22

AN: For the Rafayel girlies who love to argue with our pouty fish. And who feel self-conscious, intensely frustrated & in need of the sweetest words of encouragement during that time of the month. Thanks for reading! (Also, please use protection if you engage in sex on your period! Safety for your partner is a priority!!)

[lolitastories]

Ocean blue

Rafe Cameron

As I stood one step behind Rafe and our daughter, I felt like their bodyguard. He always wanted to have her in his arms. He didn’t feel the need to use her stroller, so it always stayed in the trunk. He would look back every so often to make sure I was close by but most importantly, he made sure to catch every moment, expression, or action from our daughter. “Don’t get her too close to the glass” I warned. But just as I said it he squatted down with her close enough to touch the glass. He grins back at me before turning to see our daughter so fazed with the creature in front of her. I step back taking a seat on the wooden bench and just watch those two.

“Can you imagine them living amongst dinosaurs?” My head snaps to my right as a man takes the seat beside me. “Of course they developed over the years but it's incredible to think of how far back they go.”

“And now you have them here” I plainly point towards the glass. “Living behind a glass where people pay to come and see them.” The guy laughs shaking his head.

“If you think they deserve better, why come see them?”

“Call me a hypocrite,” I smile. “I like to think these places are made up of animals we have helped. Maybe that small turtle was saved and would never be able survive out there in the wild.”

“A nice way to see things,” He lets out a sigh. “But still pessimistic?”

“Oh yes” I laugh. “It’s second nature to me. People can be so deceiving that it's easier to never truly put your trust on someone.”

“Talking from experience?” I turn my head to look at him. My smile turned into a bit of a frown. His mood shifted really quickly, noticing my change. “You seem like a person who believes in second chances?”

“I believe things can be made right, but I also believe a person should know their value. Trust should be sacred. If you decide to trust someone it could either make you noble or a fool for falling for the same trick twice.”

“And you don’t want to make that mistake twice because you’re scared of the pain?” I shake my head letting out a quick laugh. “In my books it doesn’t make you a fool to trust again, it simply means you are a human with a big heart.”

“Guess we just differ in opinions.” He smiles nodding along.

“We should meet up to see if that is true, maybe in a couple of years it will be the same?” I look over feeling my smile die down. I take a deep breath ready to respond when someone cuts me off.

“I think not.” Our heads turn to see Rafe standing there. “Our daughter wants to visit the shop.” His eyes rolled over to mine. Dead expression on his face.

“I don’t mean to cause any trouble-”

“Then walk away.” I gasp at Rafe's response. I was about to grab his hand and pull him away when he turned towards me and handed over our daughter. As I adjusted her in my arms I am faced with his back.

“I-” I see the man stretch to the side with pleading eyes to look at me but of course Rafe blocks him. He moves forward with each hand grabbing a fist full of the man's collar.

“Look dude. I am trying to have a nice day with my family and you are ruining it. You are some creepy guy who comes to places like these alone to what? Pry on women hoping they give you some attention?”

“Rafe stop.” I demanded placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Look man I just saw her sitting there and she looked a bit down,” What? I looked down? People said I have a resting bitch face but I didn’t know it made me look depressed, what the fuck.

“Your mistake.” Rafe continues. “Now that I am here you can move along and bother someone else, this one is mine.” He lets him go with a little shove. I stay quiet knowing and hoping it won’t escalate. The man fixes his shirt and with a last glance towards me he walks away.

“Seriously?” I say watching Rafe walk to where I was standing. “You didn’t have to do all of that.” He doesn’t respond. He simply takes a hold of my hand and begins to drag me somewhere. “Rafe,” I say a little louder trying to get his attention. He swiftly dragged us between the crowd until we stopped in front of the family bathroom.

“In.” He opened the door and motioned for me to get in but I just stood there. I raised one brow thinking how crazy he was acting and childish. “Can you please get in?” I rolled my eyes and got in. I shake away the small grin knowing it wasn’t the time to acknowledge his cute plea. I wait for him to close the door and lock it. “I heard you two talking.”

“Rafe you know I wouldn’t-”

“I wasn’t talking about him.” He stays put in the doorway. I search his eyes for any clue, until it hits me. “Are you ever going to trust me?” His voice was almost a whisper. “You don’t say it but I know the reason for you breaking up with me and putting me on trial to be in our daughter's life was because of my past.” I was left speechless. My cheeks were burning and my bones were aching to just touch him. I saw how pain flashed in his eyes but I couldn’t find the words. “You would have hated who I was back then and who’s to say I won’t go back to being that person again. My father was a bad man but I loved him.” His last word made his voice crack. “I don’t want her to live through that and hate me,” His head falls down but I notice a small tear rolling down his cheek. “I don’t want to live knowing you always have a foot out the door.” That's when he broke down into a cry.

“Rafe,” I swallowed the pain in my throat and walked over to him. I grabbed his hand and led him to the single couch in the room. “Look at me Rafe.” I kneel in front of him. I lifted his chin a bit to search for his eyes. Once I saw his eyes focus on me I moved our daughter to his lap. “I can’t tell you that it didn’t play a part in my decision because it did.” His chest was breathing heavily. “But it didn’t make me stop trusting you, ever.” Both of my hands were holding his cheeks making sure he didn’t look away. I move my thumbs to clear up the remainder of his tears. “Baby I fell in love with the man you became after so much pain. You did that on your own before we met and after seeing you become a father, I know you won’t ever do anything to make her and I hate you.”

“But you don’t even look at me the same.” I grinned hearing his childlike whine. I move closer between his legs.

“I don’t look at you the same because you keep changing on me for the better.” I begin to smile bigger. “I fell in love with a 20 year old boy who was building a life for himself. Then again as a 24 year old man who became the father to our little girl. Now I have a chance to see what kind of person you will become as we grow older together but trust me, the only change you see in my eyes is how my love just keeps getting bigger and bigger for you.” I lift my head giving him a quick kiss. “Those blue eyes have become my favorite blues to see.”

“Not the ocean?” He says quietly.

“No, ocean blue doesn’t even come close.” He nods softly before fixing his down posture. “Are you okay?” He flickered his eyes down towards me as he nodded. But when I tried to get up with one hand he kept me from standing up. He leans forward and as I try to pull away but his free hand moves from my shoulder to the back of my head.

“You need to be more careful when talking to strangers,” What am I, 10?. “I held back because our daughter was nearby, but don’t go making friends with strangers, especially men.” I roll my eyes as I let out a chuckle. “You two are mine to protect.” I move forward resting my forehead against his.

“She is ours to protect,” I say challengingly. His piercing eyes don’t change showing how he was not amused with my answer. “I won’t do it again.” I groaned, pulling away from him. “Can I get up now? My knees are killing me”

“I don’t know why. You have always been good on your knees.” I scoff pushing him away.

“You're an idiot.” I hear him laugh as I pick myself up. “Now let's go because there is an otter plushie that has my name on it.” I hear the couch creek as he stands and walks over to the door. I turn around to face Rafe, one hand on the handle behind my back as he stares down at me. “I love you so much.” I whisper quietly and slowly. His eyes move to my right and then the left a couple of times. “Don’t forget it.” I simply state. I turn and push the door open but his hand grips mine and pulls it close. His face right beside me ear,

“Woman if I didn’t have my daughter in my arms right now I would fuck you against this very door. Don’t go saying things like that when I can’t do anything about it.” He takes a step back allowing me to focus back on opening the door. I tried to swallow but my mouth was left dry. Of course Rafe was enjoying it. He wrapped his free arm around my neck and led us to the shop with a grin on his face.

“Fuck the store” I stop in my tracks. Shivers were literally circulating around my body.

“What?” Is he stupid?

“We can come tomorrow to get her a stuffed animal. Let's go home. She needs to nap.” I didn’t care how desperate I looked or sounded. I needed Rafe. These people should be grateful I have enough self restraint to hold myself back but it wouldn’t be for long.

“What about the otter-?”

“Fuck the otter Rafe.” I looked around a little embarrassed as I spoke a little too loudly. I walked closer making sure no one was going to hear me. “I am giving you a chance to go home and fuck me Rafe.” His eyes widened. “You can fuck me until you put another baby in me. I need you,” I look up with pleading eyes hoping to get him on the same page.

“Yes ma’am.” And with Rafe, it didn’t take much.

[slut4christopherr]

— WE ARE OVER —

C.S

warnings: crying, swearing, breakup, arguing, yelling, cheating

if i missed any, lmk!!

summary: everything seemed perfect, until that one night you and chris break up after 2 years due to him cheating, read to find out more

a/n: writing this from experience/what happened to me with my ex, i have gotten away from him & i have a new bf now of 1 and a half years!! have an amazing time reading, any requests are taken!!

not proofread!!

chris talking = orange

matt talking = blue

nick talking = purple

you talking = white

me and chris were lay in bed, watching tiktoks, his arm lazily draped around my shoulder, im wearing his fresh love hoodie which hadn’t been released yet.

i felt happy, my head nuzzling into his shoulder as his thumb scrolls to another video, making us laugh as it was matt as a child

suddenly.

his phone buzzes, i look up at the notification, seeing a message pop up

sophia🩷

i had so much fun last night, literally can’t walk lol!! x

my heart stopped, fell to my stomach and rotted in that moment

my ears rang, a high pitched sound, my stomach felt sick

chris instantly looks at me, throwing his phone against the mattress

“babe, let me explain-“

i refuse to make eye contact with him and stand up

chris reaches to grab my wrist to pull me back down but i pull my arm away from him

“don’t fucking touch me christopher.”

his face drops, we usually only call eachother nicknames like

“baby, babe, love, ma”

but him being called his full name made his heart drop even lower than it was

i walk out of the room, seeing nick and matt and nick sat on the couch in the living room, watching a movie

chris walks out after me, leaning against the wall

nick and matt look up at me, then chris, then back to me

“hey, you okay?”

i just stand there, skin pale, tears swelling up my eyes

“babe-“

i turn to look at him

“shut the FUCK UP!”

my voice echoed off the walls, the tears streaming down my cheeks as i look away from chris and sit on the arm of the couch, feeling physically sick

matt looks at chris

“what the fuck did you do bro”

chris stammers

“i-i- babe, please, please hear me out.”

matt repeats himself, his voice louder than before

“what the fuck did you do chris?!”

i refuse to make eye contact with chris, looking at the floor

i say with a low voice, barely above a whisper

“explain yourself.”

chris sighs

“look, it was a mistake, we were drunk, i only want you baby-“

chris tries to grab my hand but i push him away

“oh so ‘drunk’ is your excuse?! newsflash!! that’s the oldest trick in the book chris! you wanted to fuck her, just because i didn’t want to because i had been working all fucking-“

my words get cut off as more emotions hit me, tears staining my cheeks & neck

matt and nicks faces drop, realising what had happened

“dude, that’s fucked”

chris rolls his eyes

“will you shut the fuck up matt?!”

matt throws back at him

“no i won’t ’shut the fuck up’ because you know she loves you, with EVERYTHING!!”

his voice raises higher and higher

“and you go and fuck another bitch like she was nothing to you??! i’m fucking disappointed”

i look at chris

“we are fucking over chris. OVER!”

chris’ face has guilt and regret written all over it

“baby, you don’t mean tha-“

i cut him off

“oh yeah i do”

matt grabs my shoulder in a comforting way

chris holds back tears

“so you wanna fucking break up? i’m sorry you didn’t touch me when i was horny as fuck, my dick was sore!!!”

i scoff

“you could of jerked off chris?! not go fuck a whole other girl?! what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

matt chimes in

“Chris ive heard you jacking it a few times, what’s the problem with yesterday?”

i cut matt off

“also, thought you were drunk? or was you feeling like that much of a fucking whore?!”

chris stares at me

“look, it’s not like your any better?! your never here your always working at that shitty job?! what do you expect me to do! you come home, sleep, i wake up, your at work?!”

anger bubbles up inside of me, is he fucking kidding?!

“to put food on the fucking table chris?! without me working you’d be on your ass!”

chris grabs his shoes, phone and car keys

“just don’t talk to me.”

that was the last straw

“oh so your the one leaving now? proving you don’t give a fuck!!”

chris slips his shoe on and sighs

“your the only person i truly care about y/n”

his voice was low and shaky

i didn’t even realise he’d said that because of how quiet he’d said it

“if your gonna walk out of my life, i’d rather you do it, right fucking now, and go fuck sophia whilst your at it”

chris’ emotions pour over him, tears streaming down his face

“have an amazing life y/n, i hope you find the right guy for you one day, clearly, i’m not him”

he walks out of the door, slamming it behind him

no more late night tiktoks

no more fresh love hoodies

no more sweet kisses

no more bubble baths with him

no more chris

a/n: this was litreally made in 10 mins i’m so sorry it’s so bad but i hate reliving that day �� but sophia if ur seeing this n you know who tf u are, his dick wasn’t enough pleasure anyway, my bf now has an amazing cock, anyways , enough trauma dumping, hope you guys enjoyed!!

with lots of love & fat boobs — mia!!❄️

taglist: @mattscoquette @mattsmedusa @mattsstarlet @mattslipgloss @mattsmyhomie @chr1sslvtt @christmastreecake @chrisprettybaby @chrissturniolodailysluts @chrisweetheart @chris-hallelujah @sturnshood @sturniololuv08 @sturniolosweets-deactivated2025 @sturniolospumpkin @mattsbendystraws

[somecluelessidiot]

Random Marauders Era Incorrect Quotes

Regulus: I am a wall of steel. Nothing gets past my defenses. I do not cry!! I feel no emotions. A rock, I tell you!

Sirius: Shut up, you're a baby.

Regulus, tearing up thinking about how he has his brother back: You're right, I'm a baby.

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James: Hey, do you think I could fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth?

Lily: You're a hazard to society.

Sirius: And a coward. Do twenty.

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James: If you want Peter, you have to get through us!

Regulus: Except for me.

James: Except for him.

Regulus: I don't care what happens.

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Sirius: I'm about to do something stupid.

Remus: You're always doing something stupid. How is this any different?

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Marlene: I think instead of saying 'man up', we should say 'fortify'. That way, it sounds cooler, and you're not a gender role conformist.

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Lily: There's nothing worse than people using big words incorrectly to try and sound smart.

James: I photosynthesize with this.

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Peter: *screams*

Sirius: *screams louder to establish he's better*

Remus: Should we do something?

James: Nah, I want to see who wins this.

---

Regulus: Sorry I'm late. I was doing things.

Sirius, dishevelled: HE PUSHED ME DOWN THE FUCKING STAIRS.

---

Remus: I feel weirdly hung up on my werewolf bite for something that happened years ago.

Sirius, casually sipping a glass of chocolate milk: Yeah, that's the trauma.

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Regulus: I think James is secretly poisoning me.

Pandora: Really? Why?

Regulus: Whenever I'm near him, my heart rate picks up and I start to sweat.

Pandora: He's not poisoning you. That means you like him.

Regulus:

Regulus: That bitch.

---

James: Oh, hey.

Regulus, internally: There he is. He's here. My favourite person in the world, the light of my life.

Regulus, out loud: What the FUCK do you want?

[bxllxebxtch]

Beg For It~

warning: smut, wlw, sub!billie, begging, cursing, slight fighting, pet names

You and Billie where roommates in college, You both hated each other and would always fight. What about now?

Oct. 19th. 2024.

~9:30 p.m.~

You both are fighting again, like usual. "Give me my fucking laptop motherfucker!" you yelled as you glared at Billie from across the room. "No!" she yelled back and sticked out her tongue like a kid. "You're so fucking immature" You scorned her, scoffing then giving up and going in your bedroom slamming the door. God she was infuriating, always getting on your nerves when you try to relax. 1 Hour passed and you're in your room listening to music but after a little while you take off your headphones and your brows furrowed as you hear something like muffled whimpering. You pressed your head against the wall that separated your bedroom from hers. You hear heavy panting and soft whimpering "What the fuck is she doing..." you whispered to yourself. Your heart raced as you hear the whimpering growing a little louder by the second "Mmhp...p-please" you hear her slutty begging.

"Is this bitch fucking herself.." you grinned and bit your lip. Her moans grew louder as you could hear her muffling it in a pillow "F-Fuck..." she whimpered as you squeezed your legs shut as you listened. You hear her moan loudly, panting indicating that her orgasm hit her. "woah..." you whispered as your hand gripped your top "I wonder who you were thinking about" You thought to yourself.

Oct. 20th. 2024

~6:02 a.m.~

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt someone shaking you awake "Wake up dumbass" you hear Billie's voice. "what the fuck do you want.." "we have class in 2 hours, hurry the fuck up" You groan as she explains that you both have class, you sit up and push your hair out your face and stretch revealing a sliver of your stomach, you could see Billie's stare but smirk and pretend you don't. "H-Hurry up... and put on proper clothes.." she mumbles then leaves you in the room. You grin as you watch her hips sway, as she walks away.

~7:10 a.m.~

You both are walking to class and soon depart from each other going to your friends. You cant help but notice her small glances at you while you talk to your friends. You smirk to yourself know that, that little 'solo' session she had last night was because of you.

~5:00 p.m~

You both are relaxing in the couch, you on one end she's on the other on her phone. "I'm gonna go shower" she says as she gets up to leave to bathe. As she leaves you smirk with a mischievous plot, your eyes shinning with mischief. A few minutes past and Billie exits the bathroom in her towel, water droplets shining on her smooth skin, she pauses as she sees you leaned up against the wall watch her up and down. "G-Get out! what do you want?!" she stutters, her face red "Oh don't worry darling, i wont bite...atleast not yet" you grin as you slowly walk towards her, you tone dripping with lust and malice. She blushes and slowly backs up into a wall getting pinned to the wall.

a/n : CLIFF HANGER GUYS!!

[queenofbaws]

Hiii, if you don’t mind can you do an UD swap au? (Like Emily=Josh, Chris=Jess, Ashley=Mike, Matt=Sam)

He couldn't think. He couldn't think. Oh God, over the sound of them screaming, the saws whirring, his heart pounding, good Christ Almighty, he couldn't think!

So. Fine. Okay. Critical thought was out for now - it wouldn't be the first time. Changing tack, Mike did what he did best and simply acted, ignoring the lever and the finger-creased photographs set out beside it to throw himself at the pane of plexiglass separating him from the girls. Once, twice, bang, bang! And each time he bounced back, his shoulders bruised just as badly as his ego, and -

"Miiiiiiike!"

"Are you fucking kidding me, Michael?! You're going to let me die?! ME?!"

He had to keep moving.

The pitch of their screaming only got louder as the saw came closer, buzzing menacingly on its track, and...what if he just...didn't pick? Would it pick for him? Would it - no, he reminded himself, nonono, the voice had warned him that it was one or both, one or both, one or both, so if he didn't do something soon...

There! A door, half-shrouded in shadow. Bracing himself against a nearby workbench, he reared back to kick the lock the way he'd seen done in a million movies, and -

Thud.

Not the lock, that, but his fucking ankle, and holy shit how did it look so easy in movies?!

But that was it. All of his options. There was no way he was getting into the trap room himself, and, even if he did, what was his plan then? Step in front of the saw himself? Hoist Emily and Jessica up past the point where it would get them? This was it. This was where he had to act - and fast.

He couldn't put weight on his ankle now. Fantastic. He hobbled back over to the lever, steeling himself for what came next. The choice was hard - impossible - but if it came down to one or both (one or both, one or fucking both), then he guessed he knew how it had to be. Without raising his eyes to the glass again, he grabbed the lever. He chose.

The saw shifted on its track.

The screaming in the room beyond took on an entirely different tone. Emily swore. She cursed. She begged, pleaded, wept. She thrashed. And then...then she was quiet, save for the horrible wet sounds of her body being torn, her blood rushing out where her voice had failed.

The shed was silent, save for Jess's muted sobs; save for Mike's ragged breathing. Then, from that door in the shadows, there came a click, a low woosh, and it swung open on its hinges as if by magic.

He wished he could say he ran in, the picture of heroics. He didn't, though. He moved slowly, his ankle hurt and his heart torn, and God help him, as he staggered onto the killing floor, he couldn't tell which scared him more - the prospect of looking at Emily's ruined corpse or meeting Jessica's eyes.

As it turned out, he wouldn't have to choose.

No sooner had he approached, his hands shaking as he reached for Jess's bonds, Emily's head popped up, her gaze terribly aware for someone who, uh, had been sliced in half just a second ago.

"Are you shitting me, Michael?" she deadpanned, her voice flat and her face contorted. In a flash, she'd pulled her head out from...wait, was that some sort of staging screen?! She pulled her head out, walking around the blood and guts splattered on the unfinished shed floor, and...and...and she was fine! Whole and unhurt and alive, and...pissed the fuck off. "Are you...shitting me?!" she repeated, hands on her hips.

Which was when Jess began to laugh. "Told you he'd pick me," she smirked, her voice a sharp, self-satisfied singsong. "Maybe this can be a lesson! We'll call it 'What Happens When You're A Massive Bitch 101.' Now someone let me down, oh my God, it is fuh-reezing out here!"

Mike sat down. Put his head in his hands.

So it was gonna be that kind of night.

[respectthepetty]

Watching The Stand-In finale and these are the messages parents need to hear!

Having a queer child isn't unnatural or a failure, but not loving your kids because of it is unnatural and a failure.

The homily is giving today!

[lonestar-badash]

^ me behind the camera with my daughter this morning; figured I’d say it louder for the bitches in the back here too

[fourquartertoast]

"Say it louder for the people in the back"

Bitches. Call them bitches like they're supposed to be.

[lukola4evs]

So the side characters are still in play. 😎

But for the love that is all holy…..

Stop saying A and Luke aren’t in Rome together today!

Anyone who has this fucking take is fucking nuts.

Kick Rocks crazies!

Nothings changed. Status quo is status quoing.

At least Luke looks sexy in Rome!

@janegoped

[its-stayville-forever]

Nah cause if BBC called Straykids the "Next Generation Leaders" then idk what more you need to hear antis 😮‍💨💪💪

They quite literally have one of the ten biggest albums in the world, how much more are you gonna deny it 😋

[lunapegasus]

METAMY 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥 🔥

FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[lurkerviolin]

📢 No one “likes” abortion, just like no one “likes” cancer treatments or smoke detectors. It would be peachy if we lived in bodies that didn’t get cancer and houses that didn’t catch on fire, but we don’t.

Sometimes when I see posts about abortion my mind flashes back to the time when I was like 14 and there was this bullshit book i was reading for a class (christian homeschool co-op) (red state) (baby high schooler in process of developing my own opinions about things)

and there was this website associated with the book, and I found this article describing an event organized by Feminists in some Liberal Blue State that was like a celebration of abortion rights or something.

The article described how the women made baby-shaped cookies and laughed as they broke them into pieces to "symbolize" abortion and there was like this table set up where attendees were invited to write down reasons abortion was important

and. and the article said. that one of the reasons written down was

(this is the part that is BRANDED into my neurons)

"My vagina is too pretty for a baby to crawl out"

[sharonisthebettercarter]

y'all...

if you haven't yet (and have read the boys comics first of course), def read "dear becky".

it's perfect. it's just fuckin' perfect. that's all i can say... OOH~! i wanna say moar! it hurts so goddamn much but it's a good bittersweet hurt.

also lovely to get full confirmation that kripke is a superfan of the source material and ennis' work~<3

very reassuring and show's he's an open minded person willing to listen and learn with good media literacy, but also means he set out to adapt the story proper from the very beginning<3<3<3! and boi, it has shown from the very beginning but it just gets me all the more excited<3

butt~ if you have any wonder of what he's going for with butcher--motives, self view, goals, even spoilers--this might help clear it up... leik a LOT actually lol

comics butcher and show butcher are actually a lot more alike than people want to admit (def looks like kripke is going for making him as accurate as he can tho)

plus i'm always a sucker for moar big bobbi<3<3<3 she is literally the BEST<3!

[bite-sized-devil]

Me working on my requests: ☺️😁

Also me working on my requests: 🥺😬

Freaking out in real time fam 🌻