#topper Thornton fluff

[fiction-is-life]

@witchwyfe I saw this photo on Austin North's Instagram and let me tell you my jaw dropped! It immediately me of this amazing piece of fluffy romance you wrote for me! It is now making me think of him insisting on bringing the teddy bear into the restaurant for their date, lol

Hey!!! I hope you are doing well!! Happy Almost Valentine’s day!! Could I get “could you have found a bigger teddy bear?!” and "forehead kisses" with Topper, please? You write him so well!! Thank you!! 💞

prompt - "could you have found a bigger teddy bear?" + forehead kisses

pairing - topper thornton x female reader

a/n - no stop bc i was literally hoping someone would request topper with the teddy bear thing bc it's so him :') thank u my luv

“Oh, my god.” You shake your head in disbelief when Topper pulls up in front of your house.

He’s beaming, rolling the window of the Jeep down to greet you with a kiss. His lips are soft against yours and you’re just starting to taste his strawberry chapstick when he pulls away with a grin.

“Hi Dovey.” He can’t seem to break his smile. “You ready to go?”

“Hm, yes.” You grin. “I wanna see where you’re taking me.”

“Bout another hour and you will.”

Topper Thornton is a romantic through and through. And he won’t deny it. And a gentleman. So, you’re surprised when he doesn’t jump out to open the door for you, like he literally always does. You’re not upset, just surprised.

And when you open the door, you realize why he wanted you to do it yourself; a massive teddy bear sits in the passenger seat, complete with a red bow around its neck.

“Oh my god,” You exclaim, feigning exasperation.

“Sorry baby, looks like there’s no room, you’re gonna have to sit in the back.”

“Top,” You pout cutely. “You didn’t have to. I, wow, could you have found a bigger teddy bear?”

“I did, but it wouldn’t fit in the car.”

You throw your head back, laughing, while your boyfriend quickly hops out of the car, relocating the teddy bear to the backseat, and shutting the door, just so he can open it again for you.

“You’re ridiculous.” You say, despite the smile you can’t keep off your face. “I love you.”

“You’re beautiful.” He presses his lips to your forehead. “I love you too.”

© witchwyfe 2023. absolutely no reposting, translating, or modifying, even with credit.

[strangelysamantha]

✧ smut. ❀ fluff. ☆ angst.

stranger things / the vampire diaries / youtubers

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ outer banks masterlist *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

↳ jj maybank… (27)

- jj’s reaction to you flinching ☆

♡ jj is shocked when he finds out you flinched because of him, and even worse when he realized you thought he would actually hit you.

- crumbled cookies ☆

♡ you decide it would be a good surprise to stop by jjs house quickly to drop off some of your homemade cookies, since you believe he isn’t feeling the best. then, unexpectedly jj's dad comes home with an unwelcoming embrace, which ruins the surprise.

- crumbled cookies pt 2 ☆

♡ after jj finds out his dad was the reason for your black eye, he had to confront him.

- seashells ❀

♡ jj sees you at the beach, but he’s too nervous to interact with you. you notice him behind you, and you invite him to join you. he’s excited to hang with you, as well as find beautiful shells hidden in the sand!

- waves of heat ❀

♡ wearing jjs shirt while on the hms pogue and him begging you to go swimming.

- you’re mine ❀

♡ at the beach a random tourist had something to say about you, and he touched you when you didn’t want him too. jealousy sends jj wild, and he’s pissed, but he can’t even act on it.

- hatred runs out ❀

♡ you are a kook, you were trying to befriend the pogues as they made you happier than you had been in months. the only downside, none of them were quite welcoming, besides jj.

- filled ✧

♡ jj smut where he has a size kink.

- scared for you ☆

♡ when a fight breaks out between you and jj, he can’t help but be petty and ignore you. this causes you to be left alone at a kegger.

- the deep end ☆

♡ jj somehow finds everything you do annoying to the point he criticizes everything you do. john b thinks of a plan that will ensure his two friends will befriend each other. it was working at first, until it wasn’t.

- forceful ☆

♡ barry continuously flirts and sexualizes you, and when jj finds out, it isn’t pretty.

- shorty ❀

♡ your boyfriend and the pogues love picking on you for your height.

- replaced chickens ☆

♡ after sarah replaced you and jj, the two of you were determined to confront john b. if you both could find the guts to do so.

- one sided hatred ❀

♡ when john b exposes that he isn’t too fond of you, jj takes total offense to that, annoyed john b could even think about you in a bad manner.

- embarrassed ☆

♡ you rant to an old friend, complaining that it is sometimes embarrassing to be with jj and he ends up finding out. but what he learns isn’t the truth, it is actually the farthest from it.

- hair “prank” ❀

♡ jj's lousy joke about shaving his hair off upsets you more than he expected it would.

- i’m making him watch ✧

♡ jj is jealous about a tourist hitting on you, he fucks you good to make sure you don´t forget why you are with him.

- scars ☆

♡ jj comes to you after a blow out with his father. you clean his bruises as well as clean his awful mindset he has on life.

- hair tech ❀

♡ your hair wasn’t looking the way you wanted, so jj offered to try and learn to fix it. with the newly learned hair techniques, came the exposure of feelings. having to avoid telling john b, he conveniently walks in during the worst time.

- mirror sex ✧

♡ jj fucks you while he makes you watch his reflection.

- nerves ❀

♡ jj is too nervous around you, he struggles to tell you how he really feels.

- wet dreams ✧

♡ jj and you cuddle after a fun day of swimming with your friends. once sleep takes over, jjs dream runs wild, and with you in his bed, how could he keep the naughty thoughts at bay?

- ruined reputation ☆

♡ “i don’t want to date someone who’s embarrassed to be seen with me jj.” jj is originally embarrassed for others to know that you two are dating. he fears what his friends would think. but is his reputation more important than him keeping you?

- wasted ☆

♡ “you were supposed to be my soulmate, but you threw it all away so you could screw some girl?” in which jj makes a grave mistake cheating on you.

- sweet dreams ✧

♡ jj fucks you while you are asleep.

- lies, lies, and more lies ☆

♡ after jj cheats on you, he can’t help but villainize himself by being rude to you and destroying any chance of redemption he had.

- panic attack ❀

♡ jj knows about your home life struggles, and he’ll always be on your side to help you.

…

↳ john b… (3)

- inexpressible feelings ❀

♡ drunk words are sober thoughts, are they not? john b drunkenly asks you on a date, since that’s the only time he has the guts to talk to you.

- struggling ❀

♡ john b is struggling, and he finds himself venting to you about his lost father.

- tripped ❀

♡ john b embarrasses himself in front of you and is trying to get past it.

…

↳ pope heyward… (5)

- small details ❀

♡ “i never thought you’d pay attention to me in that way.” when pope accidentally reveals to you, that he does indeed, pay attention to the little things you do.

- avoidable jealousy ❀

♡ pope mistakes the bond you have with jj as something more than friends. this influences him into becoming jealous of something that wasn't happening.

- deserve better ✧

♡ after kiara told you she openly plays with pope’s feelings, there’s only so much you can do before you blow up on her.

- hopeless romantic ❀

♡ you visit pope at work, as often as you can. you help him, listen to him, flirt with him, and match his energy. his feelings for you are undeniable.

- party moves ❀

♡ it’s a boring party until pope shows up, and the atmosphere makes it easy to express your true feelings.

…

↳ rafe cameron… (18)

- act like it, get treated like it ✧

♡ rafe cameron doing what he does best.

- patience can be rewarding ✧

♡ you were confused as to why rafe was being extra clingy today. whether he meant to do it on purpose, or he was unintentionally obsessing over you, you decided to make a deal with him. if he could leave you alone, and undistracted long enough for you to finish your project, then you’ll make him feel good.

- elderly advice ❀

♡ when you work at a golf course as a cart girl, you are happy because that means you’ll be seeing rafe more often. but there’s a downside when you realize that kelce and topper will see you more often as well, and with seeing them more often, you also get to hear their harsh words.

- bittersweet ☆

♡ you went to a local party by the beach when rafes unstable side peeked out. jj maybank finds you alone and decides to talk to you. rafe gets possessive and upset, thinking that jj was hitting on you.

- are you busy? ✧

♡ cockwarming rafe since he’s too busy to pay any attention to you, because he’s busy doing work for his father.

- crashing ☆

♡ rafe is waiting for you to meet him at figure 8, but he’ll be waiting awhile as you got in a tragic car accident, the other vehicle being driven by his father.

- malice compliments ❀

♡ rafe tries to flirt with you, but you believe it is malice and that he is pulling a lame prank on you.

- crystal clear ❀

♡ rafe cameron found out you were hiding crystals in his room, car, and pockets. he goes to topper to see if he knew what was going on, and after topper explained what it meant, he confronts you.

- shark bite ☆

♡ what was once a fun day on the beach filled with surfing, quickly became a bloody and painful nightmare.

- cheerleader ❀

♡ rafe was intrigued by you, he wanted to get to know you. he thought that task would be easy, but your distaste for him was apparent. despite the overwhelming amount of setbacks, he knew he would get you to crack.

- cheerleader two ✧

♡ the aftermath of rafe going to a football game for you and seeing you in a tight cheer outfit.

- wish you were sober ☆

♡ based on conan grays song, wish you were sober. in which watching after rafe becomes too tiring after he loses control again.

- surprise ❀

♡ throwing a surprise birthday party was definitely harder than you had expected, especially one for rafe.

- bonfire ☆

♡ rafe is overprotective of you at the bonfire and possessive!rafe doesn’t like the tourons staring at you.

- unfortunate events ☆

♡ rafe cameron is so overprotective, but that doesn’t stop him from putting you in harm's way. after reckless driving lands you in the hospital, your relationship is on the rocks.

- exposed ❀

♡ rafe sees a text from topper, exposing your little crush on him. at first you try to play it off, but you gain enough confidence to tell rafe about your feelings.

- promise ❀

♡ with matching halloween pajamas, you and your boyfriend are ready for some spooky movies.

- leverage ☆

♡ when barry doesn’t get his money from rafe, he goes to the next best thing. you.

…

↳ topper thornton… (2)

- sugar daddy ❀

♡ topper takes you shopping, something he didn’t think he was actually going to enjoy doing.

- realizations hit hard ❀

♡ topper tries to set you up with kelce, but he soon realizes he doesn’t want you to be with kelce. he wants you to be with him.

…

↳ sarah cameron… (5)

- girl that you love ☆

♡ when you accidentally read the situation wrong, and you expose yourself for liking sarah in a more than friendly way, she is quick to turn you down. “i’m sorry i gave you the wrong impression.” sarah isn’t gay, and she definitely doesn’t like you that way.

- lucky woman ❀

♡ sarah cameron finds out you have a crush on a girl, unbeknownst to her, she is that special lady. you know you can’t tell sarah about how you feel since she’s dating john b, so you have to quickly think of a crush that you can expose to sarah.

- secretly in love ❀

♡ a secret relationship between you and sarah, what could possibly go wrong?

- sunset confessions ❀

♡ all it took was one boat ride to change everything. when sarah cameron decides to tell you about her undeniable feelings, while the two of you watch the sunset.

- girl that you love pt 2 ❀

♡ after humiliating yourself after your confession to sarah, you find yourself comforted by kiara.

…

↳ the pogues… (1)

- life jackets ❀

♡ since you don’t know how to swim, you have to wear a life jacket. the pogues think it’s the funniest thing ever.

…

[fiction-is-life]

A and B kiss while sitting together on a (surf)board. with topper! please and thank you <333

also, i came across that prompt on a prompt list on here. and it immediately made me think of topper for som reason!!😌

Surfing Lessons

Author’s Note: Thank you soooooo much for your patience in waiting for me to write this! I have had some major writer’s block lately, but I wanted to get something out before season 4 premiers! I hope this satisfies a little bit of your Topper cravings! And thank you for being such an amazing person!

Warnings: bratty sisters, the ocean, hurried writing (will probably go back to edit later), fluff

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“(Y/N)!!!!!  Please!!!!!!” your whiny little sister pleaded again.

You rolled your eyes and groaned.  “Oh my goodness, for the last time, I do not want to take surfing lessons with you!  You can go by yourself if that’s how you want to spend your vacation,” you replied, trying to tan on the beach before going into the water for a while.  

“But they are doing lessons right over there, and mom said you have to go with me!”  She stomped her foot, kicking up a little cloud of sand.  You looked past her to where you could see some older lifeguards helping kids balance correctly on the surfboards, and it looked harmless enough.  They weren’t even in the water.  No chance to fall and embarrass yourself.

You sighed, “Fine.” You marked the place in your book and placed it into your beach bag. “But you owe me one, Mackenzie.” 

“Yay!!!!! Thank you, (Y/N)!” she squealed as she took your hand and dragged you over to the lessons. 

As you arrived, rubbing the soreness from your arm, the older instructors turned to greet you both, smiles on their slightly wrinkled faces. “Ah, thank you for joining us! We hope you are ready to learn how to surf and stay safe while doing it!” the one said.

“Over here we have our 10-12 year old lessons,” the other instructor said to Mackenzie before looking at you. “And over there we have our teen lessons with Topper and JJ.” The man pointed to a spot much closer to the ocean where two teenage boys stood with their boards in hand. They saw the instructor pointing and waved, welcoming smiles on their faces - handsome faces it is worth noting. They looked very nice and you were sure they were excellent instructors, but their proximity to the actual ocean concerned you.

You turned back to the instructors who had already started to teach Mackenzie how to stand on the board. “I’m not so sure if I’m ready for those lessons yet; this is my first time surfing, so maybe I should stay here with Mackenzie,” you explained, an irrational fear sweeping over you.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, (Y/N). Go over there for your lessons; I bet you I’ll be over there soon enough cause I’m gonna be a natural.”

You huffed and rolled your eyes once again, annoyed that your little sister had called your bluff so easily. “Fine, I just wasn’t sure if you could handle being by yourself,” you stated before marching closer to the shore, your cheeks growing red as the two boys came into better focus. 

Very handsome indeed.

They were both blond, but the one with lighter hair flashed you a charismatic smile, mischief in his eyes. “Hi, I’m JJ, what’s your name?” he asks smoothly.

You smiled back shyly, “I’m (Y/N).”

JJ’s smile grew. “Where are you -”

“Hi, (Y/N), my name’s Topper, and I’ll be your instructor today.” The other boy cut off the lithe blond’s smooth talking. Both you and JJ’s heads snapped to look at Topper. Topper saw the anger in JJ’s eyes as he looked over your head and gave an innocent smile - too innocent. “What, J? You took the last student. And look, here comes another right now.” You all three turned to see a fourteen year old boy come loping down over the sand. Topper waved to JJ. “Have fun, man,” he said, a laugh barely suppressed in his voice.

As Topper turned to walk a little farther down the beach, you followed, taking the opportunity to ogle his physique. His golden tan made his rippling back muscles stand out in sharp relief. You almost got caught staring at the place between his lower back and upper thighs when he turned around on a dime. 

That smirk returned, his eyes sliding over you slowly. Guess you hadn’t been as sly as you thought. “Let’s get started,” that deep voice of his making you shiver, no longer nervous about the water.

~

“Alright, (Y/N), you have the basics down.” You felt the loss of Topper’s heat as he stepped back from helping you balance.  You turned toward him. “I think you are ready to go in the water, and just in time, too, there are some pretty great waves coming now.”

You looked at the waves rolling in; they didn’t look too big, but you were still scared you may fall. “I don’t know, Topper…” 

He smiled sincerely, his eyes warm and surprisingly understanding.  “Don’t worry, (Y/N), I’ll be right with you the whole time,” he reassured.

You bit your lip, finally nodding. “Okay, Topper, I trust you.”

The next thing you knew you were paddling on your board, Topper a few feet away on his own board, watching your technique and coaching you. 

“Alright, (Y/N), here comes a good wave, so get ready to stand on my count. 3….2….1….Now!”

You stood quickly, trying to remember to balance as the wave started to take you. You felt a moment of pure exhilaration - the water kissing your skin, Topper shouting triumphantly in the background - before the wave grew too strong for you, knocking you off balance. You shrieked as you fell off the board and under the wave. You tried to raise up so you could breathe, but the wave kept pushing you down, relentless. Your panic rose to a fever pitch before you felt a strong arm wrap around you, pulling you up. You clung to your savior, your hair stuck to your face and obscuring your view as he pulled you up onto his surfboard and into safety.

Warm hands pushed the hair out of your eyes as his other arm held you to his chest. You blinked the saltwater out of your eyes and smiled sheepishly at Topper. “Thank you for saving me, Topper,” you whispered. 

“I’m just glad you are okay…and that you need a few more lessons,” he intoned, leaning in slowly. 

“Yeah, I think I’ll need a lot more lessons,” you agree huskily, closing the small distance between you.

Your lips met and the kiss was all sunshine and summer. You could taste the saltiness on Topper’s lips from the water, and you smiled into the kiss as Topper’s arms pulled you in impossibly closer. One of your hands slipped into his hair, tugging on the slightly knotted ends from the breeze. You pulled away slowly after a moment, savoring the memory right there and then. You pecked Topper’s lips quickly once more, not knowing what to say as he took your hand in his tenderly.

He shook his head in disbelief, a smile lighting up his whole face. “I’m so glad I was quicker than JJ,” he exclaimed, kissing you again.

~

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୨୧ Series/Parters ୨୧

↳ nothing yet...

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[toppersbitch]

Hey!! I hope you are doing well!!! Is it possible for me to get "be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable." with Topper, please? Thank you so much in advance!!! 💞

Spin for Me // Topper Thornton x Reader

Summary: Midsummers was a disaster thanks to those damn Pouges, but Topper does his best to keep you happy

Word Count: 550

Warnings: swearing, tad bit of angst, nothing more this is just fluff

Prompt: "Be a doll and do a spin for me, won’t you? you just look so adorable."

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Standing around the Midsummer's event was the most boring part; your boyfriend was off goofing around with Kelce and Rafe, nowhere in sight. Random strangers and acquaintances would muddle around, engaging in dull conversations about your life plans.However, you looked forward to dancing with Topper. You looked forward to the slow songs, holding on tight to him while swaying back and forth. JJ ran right past you, his tray of drinks splashing onto you as he took a step forward, eyeing the tray of food. "What the fuck?" you mumbled, rolling your eyes. This night was just getting worse and worse. Wine soaked through your white dress—where the hell was Topper? You just wanted to go home. You stormed into the girl's bathroom, dabbing a wet napkin over the stains. It was a total loss. You pushed open the door, grabbed your phone from your purse, and prepared to text Topper. He stepped out of the men's locker room. "Hey, what's going on?" He was looking at your face, not noticing the huge stain on your dress. "Let's go dancing!" He reached out his hand for you to take. "No, I want to go home, Top." You tried to keep your tone even as his gaze settled on the stain. "Oh, it’s really not that bad." "It’s bad. Can you please just take me home?" You didn't let him finish. You turned on your heel and began walking to the front doors and out to Topper's car. He was trailing behind you like a lost puppy. He ran ahead, opening your door for you. The drive back to his house was silent, with no music, no humorous road rage, no nothing. You said nothing as you went inside and showered; you weren’t fuming anymore. You’d had time to rationalize your feelings. Midsummer was stupid anyway, and it happened every year. "Hey Top," you saw him sitting in his bed on his phone, "I’m sorry I snapped at you; I was just so frustrated with what happened and I’m sorry." "Wait, what happened?" He sat up, pulling you to sit next to him. "JJ fucking knocked a tray of drinks into me," you rolled your eyes as you finished. "Oh, I’m so going to get back at him for that," Topper stood abruptly, "that’s fucking bullshit." "Top," you said, grabbing his arm, "that's not even the issue." "Then what?" "I just really wanted to dance with you," you pouted. "I’m sorry, baby, I should've paid more attention to you." He kneeled in front of you on the bed, held your hand, and said, "Let's dance right now." He stood, pulling up classical music through the house speakers. "No, Topper, I'm only in a towel," he shrugged, looking you up and down. You shook your head intently; there was no way in hell you would dance in a bath towel. "Come on, baby, be a doll, and do a spin for me, won’t you?" He stretched out his hand and pulled you up. He spun you around and said, "Oh, you just look so adorable." He pulled you back into himself, wrapping his arms around your waist and squeezing you. You lifted your arms around his neck, both of your heads resting on the other's shoulder. You placed a hand on the back of his head, playing with his soft hair as he swayed you two back and forth.

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This was such a cute little prompt to write! I hope you and everyone else enjoys <3

[mrsstarkey1]

let’s just forget pt. 2 - topper thornton

SUMMARY: small part 2 for let’s just forget

WORD COUNT: 0.5k

WARNINGS: none

you walked into your house, a smile playing on your lips. after you and topper... well, you know, he’d walked you back to your house, saying goodbye on your porch. but not before asking you on a date. you were thrown off guard, but said yes of course.

you slipped off your sandals, sand spilling from them. you walked your living room, stopping at the sight of all of your friends sitting on your couch.

“jesus, what are you guys doing in my house?”

“we just came by to see if you were here. where were you?” kie asked, looking at you suspiciously.

“oh I was just...” you mentally cursed yourself for not being able to come up with an excuse. “out.”

kie walked up to you gasping when she saw your hair, “y/n, why is there sand in your hair?” everyone’s head snapped in your direction, and you grabbed kie’s hand, pulling her out of the room.

“okay, listen...”

“you did not seriously do it on the beach, did you?” she said, loudly. and you shushed her.

“well...”

“oh my god. who?” you scratched the top of your head nervously, staying silent. “y/n, who was it?” she pressed.

you ran your fingers through your hair, “topper,” you mumbled, looking at the floor.

“topper?” she literally yelled, and you brought your hand to your face, watching all of the others enter the room.

“okay, well this is fantastic.” you said, not meeting the eyes of any of your friends.

“tell me we didn’t hear that right.” john b said, looking like he was going to be sick.

“no, no you heard it right.” you muttered.

“why, y/n? just, why?” pope spoke for the first time.

you threw your hands up, “okay, I was... upset. about something. and he was upset about something, and we were both at the beach and, well. things just escalated. and I will not put up with being judged for it.” they all looked at each other slowly, wondering who was going to say something.

“okay, no judgement here.” jj finally said, and you looked at him, surprised at his words.

“really?”

“yeah. I think you’re free to make your own decisions, even if they do seem like those of a mental person,” you shot him a look. “anyway, I see no problem with it.”

“thank you, jj.” you clapped your hands together, “all right, now that that’s over, I’m gonna go to bed.” you walked to your stairs. “thanks for stopping by.”

and you left them all standing in your dining room, still trying to process the information.

you honestly couldn’t care less what they’d thought about topper, because you felt something for him. even though you weren’t sure exactly what it was yet.

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[katsu28]

Hey, Kait, congrats on 1K!! You deserve it so much!!! Can I have a 🍭 from prompt list 6, #23 "the stoic one - somehow managing to evoke a laughing fit in the baby" with Topper Thornton, please? Thank you so much in advance!!!

thank you love, i appreciate you so much!! so sorry this took so long but i hope you enjoyy <3

dad!topper thornton x reader, 1k, parental guilt (not sure if that needs a warning but just in case lol)

There weren’t very many times when Topper felt like a complete failure as a father. And even that wasn’t much, considering he’d only been a father for a little over six months, but he’d never felt as inadequate as he did right now. Gracie had been screaming, crying, bawling her eyes out for the past hour, and despite trying anything and everything he knew how to do, he couldn’t get her to stop. 

He’d never been so happy to hear the front door open in his life, because it meant you were home from the grocery store and could finally help him out of the rut he’d dug himself into. 

You appeared in the doorway seconds later, his beautiful, gorgeous savior and resident Gracie whisperer. “Oh boy,” You chuckled sympathetically, setting the bags of groceries down on the far end of the counter before coming to kiss Topper’s cheek. “Someone’s having a rough time right now, aren’t they?” Topper knew you were talking about Gracie, but he couldn’t help but feel that your words also applied to him. 

“She won’t stop crying, sweetheart, I don’t know what to do anymore,” He said miserably, dragging a heavy hand down his face. He felt guilty even though he knew he didn’t have to be, because you always took the challenges of parenthood in stride, never once complaining or expressing frustration when things took a turn. And here he was, not even able to get his baby girl to stop crying.

Your lips pressed into a thoughtful line, and you squeezed his bicep reassuringly before letting your feet take you to one of the kitchen drawers, which you rummaged around in for a few seconds before procuring something you kept hidden behind your back so Topper couldn’t see it. 

The object you presented to Gracie was something he never would’ve expected. A spoon. A small, white, seemingly normal plastic spoon. Topper’s eyebrows furrowed, but Gracie halted in her hiccuped sobbing instantly, reaching out for the spoon eagerly with the beginnings of a two-toothed smile on her face. You tapped it against her nose one time, then once on each cheek, and she burst into laughter, high pitched, gurgly baby giggles echoing through the room. 

“Hi, my Gracie girl,” You cooed, bumping the spoon against her hands, her feet, her knees, all while she shook with laughter. “You’re a giggly little thing now, aren’t you? Yeah, you’re feeling better, huh?” Gracie gurgled in response, grabbing for the spoon with a renewed sense of purpose, seeming like she’d already forgotten that she’d just been bawling her eyes out mere seconds ago. 

“I rocked you, I showed you around the house, I sang to you, I let you chew on my fingers and pull at my hair and snot all over my shirt, and you’re mesmerized by a spoon?” Topper asked, gawking at Gracie incredulously.

Not understanding a word he said, she only continued to laugh and squeal with each light tap of the spoon on her body, wiggling around in her baby seat on the counter excitedly. Those laughs got even louder, squeals even more gleeful when she managed to grab the spoon out of your hand, waving it around without aim and grinning profusely the whole time. 

You clocked in on the defeated look on his face when you glanced over at him, pressing a kiss to the top of your daughter’s head before padding back over to slide your arms around his waist. 

“Hey, I know that look,” You hummed, smoothing your thumb over the crease between his eyebrows. It disappeared at your touch, but Topper still felt disheartened. What kind of father was he if a spoon could console her, but he couldn’t?

As if you’d read his mind, you brushed the hair that had fallen over his eyes away from his face, bringing your hand around to cup his jaw, and looking him right in the eyes. “You’re a good dad, Top. A great one. Don’t let this make you think anything otherwise.” Topper’s shoulder sagged, head dropping into the crook of your neck defeatedly as his palms splayed over the small of your back. “Gracie loves you, honey, you know she does. She’s just…adjusting. Y’know, teething, growing. Discovering she has feet. Baby stuff.” 

“I know. I know that, but I just—I can’t help but feel that I’m doing everything wrong.” 

“You’re not.” You replied firmly, pressing your forehead against his. He tried for a weak smile, but it ended up looking more like a grimace. “I mean it. You’re not doing anything wrong, okay? Being a parent is hard, but you’re doing your best and that’s all that matters.” 

“How do you always know what to say to me?” Topper sighed, leaning in to kiss you tenderly. You merely hummed in response, opting to kiss him back instead of using actual words. 

“Da-da.” 

Topper’s head whipped towards Gracie, then back to you, then back to her, eyes wide in disbelief. 

“Did she just—” 

“I think she just said—” 

“Da-da!” There it was again, clear as day, accompanied by another giggle and wave of the spoon. 

“Is that—did she just say her first word?” He breathed, brows furrowing. 

You smiled warmly at him, internally thanking your daughter for choosing the exact right moment to lift her dad’s spirits. “I think she did.”  

Topper hurried over to the counter, scooping Gracie out of her seat and cradling her in his arms carefully, all while peppering kisses all over her face as he brought her back over to you. She laughed joyously, burrowing in closer against Topper’s chest as close as possible. 

“First word at six months, that’s my smart girl!” He cheered, smiling so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. “Oh man, I gotta go tell Kelce! I bet his kid can’t even sit up yet!” 

“Topper,” You chided, aiming a pointed look at him. "it’s not a competition.” 

“No, I know, sweetheart, I was just joking.” Topper sighed good-naturedly, looping one arm around your waist to bring you in closer to him and Gracie. “But if it was, Gracie would totally be winning.”

[rafetopia]

𝐓𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧

“𝐈’𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐮𝐲. 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲.”

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬

life of the party (smut) -> 18+

after Topper found out he got cheated on, he turns to the one person, he knows will be able to cheer him up

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

perfect match (fluff & smut) by @lyndys

[cameronsprincess]

Topper Thornton Masterlist

smut = ☆ angst = ❀ fluff = ♡

one shots:

moodboards:

[fiction-is-life]

So adorable!!

ೃ⁀➷ flowers - topper thornton ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

pairings: topper thornton x fem!reader

warnings: highschool!au

a/n: have fun reading <3

you had the biggest crush on topper since the start of high school. you would always swoon over him when your father would bring you to the golf course, and the topper was there too, along with rafe and kelce.

valentine's day was approaching and all the taken boys at school were asking their partners to be their valentine and you couldn't help but feel sad that you, once again, didn't have a valentine to celebrate with.

you were heading to your locker to grab the books you needed for your next class.

once at your locker, you put in your combination and opened the locker door. as you did so, a small pink paper fell out of it and onto the floor.

you crouched down to grab it while looking around to see if anyone was trying to see your reaction to whatever the paper said.

you opened the paper and you were able to see the words "will you be my valentine? - t.t"

no- it couldn't be... surely there must be someone else with the same initials as your best friend.

and on cue, the guy himself appeared next to you with the biggest grim on his face.

"so? what do you say?" he asks

you were still in shock and could only nod in response.

you guys made dinner plans for 7PM that same night where he would pick you up from your parent's house at 6:15 since the restaurant wasn't far away.

you made sure to wear your cutest dress and applied some light makeup for the occasion.

your mother was quicker than you at the door when it rang. topper stood at the doorway with a bouquet in hand. he handed her a rose before being invited in by your mother.

"y/n should come down soon" she says as you make your way out of your room and start walking down the stairs.

topper catches your eye as you make your way down and you watch as he looks back at you in adoration.

"wow" is the only thing that topper is able to let out as you walk up to him with a smile.

you blush as you hear his words before letting out a small laugh.

"well these are for you" he says and presents the bouquet of flowers to you

"aw they're beautiful, top!" you say and reach out to them before taking a wiff of the flowers.

a few moments later, topper speaks up.

"well shall we get going?" he asks you with a small smile

you nod back and hand the bouquet to your mother to place in a vase.

you headed to the restaurant with your date but you couldn't help the small voice in the back of your head think that this was still a platonic date.

however, that night your friendship blossomed into something more as you both confessed your feelings towards one another.

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[whytheylosttheirminds]

Don't Call Me Kid - Chapter 8 (part one)

(Rafe Cameron x Reader series, 4.1k words)

series summary: You'd had a crush on Rafe Cameron since you were six years old, but he friend zoned you at every turn. Once shy and insecure, you found new confidence and self-love after high school. When your high school friends go on a reunion beach trip, Rafe finally sees what he lost, but he isn't going to give you up without a fight.

tropes: unrequited crush, glow up, she fell first/he fell harder

series content: some angst, eventual fluff, slow burn, tomfoolery and shenanigans, drinking, fem!reader has occasional insecurity and body image issues

⇢ series masterlist

additional chapter cw! suggestive moments, mature readers only

Carter could hear his car approaching before it even came into view.

She had been grounded for two weeks, caught out with Topper on his granddad’s boat past curfew, and she had never been more bored in her life. Slumped back on the couch, she dipped her hand in the bag to grab another chip, pausing mid-bite when she heard the familiar hum of Rafe’s truck engine growl down the street.

“Oh fuck no,” she hopped off the couch, a trail of crumbs in her wake as she jogged to the front door. 

Though she knew you were away for the afternoon, your mom taking you to tour a local college on the mainland, she instinctively double checked that your car was still gone. She was thankful you weren’t here to see him in his oversized ego-mobile zipping down your street like he owned it.

You’d been devastated all week, crying yourself to sleep in the wake of seeing Rafe kiss Cassie Bryant. Nothing made Carter angrier than knowing you were hurt and not being able to do anything about it. 

She couldn’t believe his nerve to show up here. He’d been texting to you all week, clearly not taking your lack of response for the answer that it was. You were finally finding the strength to stay away from him, and she was not about to let that unravel.

She stood on the front porch, closing the door firmly behind her, arms crossed and stance wide like she was prepared to defend her castle. Really, she was prepared to defend you.

Rafe parallel parked on the street, some misogynistic country song blaring from his subwoofers. Carter rolled her eyes at the way his massive truck took up enough space for two cars, always claiming what wasn’t his, taking and taking and giving nothing in return.

Closing the driver’s door with a bang, Rafe hopped down from his truck and strolled toward the house, stopping short in the front walk when he noticed Carter glaring out at him.

“You have some fucking nerve, Cameron,” she spat at him.

“I’m not here for you,” he glared back.

“Well no one else in this house wants to talk to your ass right now so you can go ahead and turn right back around.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, “I just wanna know why she wasn’t at my game today.”

“Uh-oh,” she tilted her head in mock-sympathy, “did ya lose?”

He clenched his jaw, an angry huff of air flaring his nostrils, “yeah, we lost.”

“Good.”

“Can you just let me in?” He started moving toward the front steps, but she didn’t move from her spot blocking the door. “I need to talk to her and she’s not answering my texts.”

“Do you think that’s an accident?” She scoffed. “Take a hint.”

“Okay, what’s your fucking problem, Carter?” He snapped the sentence off with a bite of her name.

“You’re my problem, Rafe,” she bit right back.

“What the fuck did I do? Why isn’t your sister answering my calls?”

“I dunno, maybe you should ask Cassie Bryant,” her hands uncrossed and rested on her hips.

Rafe stepped back, head dropping back in exasperation as he rolled his eyes at the sky.

“That’s what this is about? Cassie and I are just hooking up, what’s the big deal?”

“You mean besides the fact that Cassie’s made my sister’s life hell since they were in the same Kindergarten class?” She threw at him. “Or that you’ve been dragging my sister along since she was six years old just to ditch her for some wannabe Addison Rae tiktok flop?”

“God, you’re always so fucking dramatic, it isn’t even like that,” he gestured toward the window of your bedroom, still assuming you were up there somewhere avoiding him, “your sister knows we’re cool.”

“You’re not cool, Rafe. You’re an idiot,” she told him with a pitying shake of her head. 

Rafe turned her words over in his head, finally stopping long enough to consider the possibility that he’d done more damage than he initially thought.

“Is she really mad at me?” He mumbled, tucking his hands into his pockets.

Carter sighed, “No. She’s not mad at you. She’s never mad at you, that’s the problem. You don’t make her mad, you make her sad. All you ever do is make her sad.”

Shoulders falling, Rafe looked past Carter with a vacant stare. He looked so confused and distraught she almost felt bad for him. Almost. 

“I didn’t mean to make her sad,” he mumbled, almost at a whisper.

Carter scanned him with narrowed eyes, trying to decide if his penance was sincere. He looked down at his shoes, digging the tip of one into the stony walkway.

“How do I fix it?”

Carter started to think maybe he was sincere after all, but she still wasn’t sure he was in any place to be asking for advice.

“I don’t know if you can,” she told him.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he said hopefully, trying to console himself. “She’ll come around.”

He looked at Carter like he was actually expecting her to agree.

“And then what, Rafe?” She tilted her head, genuinely curious about the answer. “What’s the end game here? You’ll just make her sad for a few more months and then go off to school and…what?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged defensively. “I haven’t thought about it.”

“Exactly. You don’t think things through. That’s always been your problem,” she informed him, “you just do what you want and pay no attention to how it affects other people. If you really cared about her, you wouldn’t keep putting her through the same shit over and over.”

“I do care about her,” he mumbled, her words beginning to penetrate his carefully constructed antagonistic armor.

“I wish I could believe that,” she shook her head sadly, “I wish she could believe that. At least when she did, she wasn’t crying herself to sleep every night.”

Sour regret burned in his throat at the thought of your tears dripping onto your pillowcase, some unfamiliar heartache he didn’t understand. 

“Maybe you could convince her that I do,” he offered, “she listens to you.”

“Why would I do that?” Carter snapped.

“Because then she wouldn’t be so sad,” his voice was so feeble it was like he was shrinking right before her eyes, his tall, intimidating frame so small and inadequate under the towering shadow of his guilt.

“Tell you what Rafe,” she began, “I’ll try and convince her that you care about her if you can look me in the eyes and tell me with your whole chest that you won’t hurt her anymore, that you won’t use her to your advantage, or drop off the face of the earth for weeks not answering her texts, or kiss other girls right in front of her face. That you’ll fight for her and put her before your own selfish bullshit. Can you make that promise?”

He wrung his hands, mindlessly adjusting the ring on his right forefinger, jaw clenched as he tried to will forth a convincing enough yes. He couldn’t do it.

“That’s what I thought,” Carter said. “If you can’t fight for her, then…”

“What?” He asked desperately, hoping she’d offer him some olive branch shaped way out of the  shame engulfing his chest.

“Then I am asking you- begging you really - to let her go. Stop texting, stop coming by the house, stop making promises you’re not gonna keep. Please. If not for me, then for her.”

“Do you think that’s what she wants?” He asked.

“No. But I think it’s what she needs,” she said, knowing it would kill you if you knew she was doing this, but believing with her whole heart that it was right.

Rafe rarely thought about the future. The farthest his mind went was the next few minutes in front of him. It was his fatal flaw, acting for the moment and not for the moment after, or the version of himself that would face the consequences of his poor choices. Yet, in this moment, he had the keen sense that his next move would be a pivotal one, the gravity of it making his feet feel heavy on the stone pathway. He could stay, he could argue, scream your name until you came out and talked to him. But then what? Would he have the courage to follow through? Was he enough of a man to handle the weight of your expectation?

Ultimately, he knew the right thing was to stay and fight, but the easy thing would be to just go.

So, as he almost always did, Rafe made the easy choice.

“Okay,” he nodded to Carter. “I’ll let her go.”

“Thank you,” she said, voice shaking with the fear that if you knew what she just convinced him to do, you’d never forgive her. 

“I’m not doing it for you,” he made sure she knew before turning and climbing back into his truck.

Once in the driver’s seat, he pulled out his phone, looking at your name in his contacts. Like his fingers were moving without his mind’s permission, he deleted you. It didn’t matter really, he thought, he’d remember your number on his deathbed. He’d remember it all, and he’d hate himself forever for driving away.

Carter stayed on the porch, watching him go, praying desperately that you’d never find out she was the reason he left.

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“We’re gonna have to go back eventually,” you said.

Rafe sat behind you in the sand, holding you with his chin resting easy on your shoulder as you took in the sprawling pink sunrise together. 

“Says who?” He countered.

You smiled, craning your neck to look up at him. His eyelids were heavy, purple under the eyes from the exhaustion of being awake all night.

“You’re falling asleep,” you noticed.

“Yeah because some girl kept me up all night, begging me to take her to the beach and kiss her,” he joked.

“Excuse me, sir, this was your idea!” You sat up and stretched, your words making him laugh despite his immediate discomfort at the loss of your body in his arms. “What time is it anyway?”

“I dunno,” he shrugged, “my phone’s in the car.”

“Mine too,” you chuckled, “I hope Carter’s okay. She was looking rough before we left.”

He had half a mind to propose the two of you never leave the beach, but he could hear the genuine concern under your lighthearted words. He stood from the sand and dusted himself off, reaching out a hand to pull you to your feet. You took it with a smile, lingering for a moment as you stood, your hand in his, taking one last look around the beach, searching for some kind of landmark.

“What are you looking for?” He asked.

“I just want to remember exactly where we were,” you explained.

“Why, you wanna recreate it?” He smiled softly at you.

“Oh, I plan to recreate it many times,” you wink at him.

It took all his strength to leave that spot and head back to the car, back to the house full of people who weren’t you, back to reality.

“I can drive,” he suggested, planning to take the slowest route possible, and actually follow the speed limit for the first time in his life.

As soon as he started the car up, your CD started blasting through the speakers. You laughed at each other, the catalyst of this whole encounter feeling like it was days ago. The time on the car radio told you it’d only been about two hours. You lifted your phone but the screen remained black.

“Shit, it’s dead,” you told him, opening the glovebox and digging around for a charger.

While you were distracted, Rafe lifted his own phone from the cupholder he’d left it in. His screen did light up, displaying a slew of frantic texts from Topper and Kelce. He winced, wishing he hadn’t looked. He didn’t read the texts, not wanting whatever nonsense they were bothering him with to pop the blissful bubble wrapped around the two of you. He knew he shouldn’t start off your new…whatever this was…by lying to you, but he needed to stay in this happy place just a little longer.

“Mine’s dead too,” he lied, flipping the phone over in the cup holder to hide the screen.

“Of course Carter doesn’t have a charger,” you sighed, “she has like twenty hair ties and lipglosses, but no charger. Classic.”

“I know my way back,” he shrugged, “we’ll be good.”

Rafe put the car in reverse, backing out of the little side road with his arm on the seat next to your head. You watched the way he turned in his seat to look out the back window, neck muscles flexing with the stretch and his big hand manipulating the steering wheel with ease. 

For the first time in the sixteen years you’d known him, you didn’t try to hide your gaze as you took him in. The same attraction that used to make you feel skittish and ashamed now settled over you peacefully, like an icy winter finally melting into a warm, bright spring. You looked at him all you wanted, noting every detail, taking mental photographs of every inch of his skin.

You’d always thought he was cute - actually, no, you always thought he was hot as fuck - but now for the first time, you allowed yourself to look long enough to notice how beautiful he was. Pins and needles burst out all over your body as you realized how badly you needed to kiss him again.

Rafe could feel your eyes on him as he drove, choosing not to say anything and risk you looking away. He felt at home in your gaze, happier than he could ever remember being.

Inhibitions left back on the beach, you fearlessly reached out toward him, hand grazing gently over his jaw. You loved the ticklish little stubble that had grown there in just a few days without shaving. You smiled as you thought about the boy who could barely grow peach fuzz, now a man, strong and solid under your fingertips. Something warm and electric buzzed in your stomach, and you knew Rafe could feel it too, his skin heating under your tender touch.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, keeping his eyes on the road but leaning slightly into your hand to encourage you to keep touching him.

“Nothing,” you smiled, “I’ve just never gotten to look at you this long.”

“Is it making you change your mind?” He smirked, clearly not worried about the answer, his confidence making him impossibly sexier.

“Just the opposite,” you confirmed, “I think you’re always gonna have to drive from now on.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well now that I’ve gotten a good look I don’t think I could keep my eyes on the road. I always had the hardest time not looking over at you.”

Rafe grinned wide as your hand slipped from his jaw to the back of his head, fingers lacing in his soft hair, scratching his scalp lovingly. There was no rhyme or reason to your movements, but you didn’t care, you just needed your hands on him. He didn’t seem to mind, head leaning back into your palm to let you know he needed you as much as you needed him.

“I know you did,” he said.

“How?” You asked.

“Because I could never keep myself from looking over at you,” he confessed.

A kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttered their way through your chest. Now you were certain- you’d never been more attracted to anyone as you were to him in this moment.

Rafe took your silent smile as a good sign, “did I get another A with that line?”

Your hand slid slowly down to his shoulder, over the ridges and ripples of his arms, flexing under your soft touch, until you found his hand, pulling it into your own. 

“Gold stars, baby,” you smiled.

Rafe’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, the air in the car becoming thicker by the second as he shifted in his seat. You beamed at him, realizing with a flurry of excitement - you had Rafe Cameron flustered.

“You like when I call you baby?” You purred, eager to see how far you could push it.

His grip tightened around your hand, “you can’t say shit like that to me when I’m driving.”

You could feel the dam breaking. You needed him. Now.

“Then pull over.”

He finally took his eyes off the road for a second at that, looking over at you for confirmation; are you serious? You gave him a steely, lustful look in return; as a heart attack.

Rafe practically popped a tire turning the wheel hard and pulling the car down a side street, driving until he found a little secluded enclave by the beach, a perfectly private spot. He threw the car in park, making you laugh at the jolt it gave with his urgency. He didn’t waste a second, reaching both hands over to grab your face and pull your lips to his.

You sighed into his mouth, no hesitancy holding you back from slipping your tongue between his lips. He pulled away just long enough to grit out a raspy, “come here,” before throwing his seatbelt off.

You unbuckled your own, holding tight to his shoulders as you swung your leg over the console and climbed, somewhat awkwardly, into his lap. Your head fell back in laughter as your butt accidentally pressed the horn, the sound blasting through the quiet morning air. Rafe laughed too, easing your slight embarrassment as he reached down to slide the seat back.

Once you had more room, you pulled back to get a better look at him. He looked up at you with wide blue eyes, so gentle and kind in the way they took you in. Rafe reached up and brushed your hair over your shoulder, taking a deep breath as his hands grazed your shoulder.

“Hey,” he whispered to fill the silence.

You cracked the slightest smile, unable to repress your amusement.

“What?” He puzzled.

“I just didn’t imagine you to be so…sweet like this,” you explained, though you hated how the words sounded coming out of your mouth, afraid it would sound like a criticism and cause him to withdraw.

“Only for you,” he said.

“Uh oh,” you teased, hands laying flat over his chest as you leaned forward, relieved you hadn’t ruined the moment after all, “is big bad Rafe Cameron going weak for me?”

“He always has been,” he nodded, his dimples creasing his cheeks with his sheepish smile.

You slid your hands up to either side of his face, thumbs dipping into his dimples. You’d always wanted to do that. You couldn’t believe that after all that waiting and longing, you really could just lean forward and kiss him if you wanted to. 

So you did, like you were trying to prove to yourself that this was actually real. The second your lips met his, you could tell he was thinking the same exact thing.

Rafe’s hands gripped your hips as he sat up off the seat just slightly to meet your mouth fervently. You bent over him, your hair falling in a curtain around his face. His hands felt so good, so right, warm and strong against you. You smiled into the kiss as you could feel them sliding so slowly, reverently, over your curves, until they found a home on your lower back, bringing you forward to rest fully against him. It was the same gentle control he had taken on the jetski, and it was addictive.

He was hard, you could feel him firm beneath you, and your head flooded with lustful thoughts. You rolled your body just slightly against him, but he felt every second of it, his hands sliding lower until he was kneading the flesh of your ass. Breathless, you paused, forehead against, another roll of your body as you pressed into him.

“Do you want me to stop?” He breathed, chest rising and falling with heavy pants.

“No, don’t, I’ve wanted this for so long,” it came out more desperate than you planned, but you didn’t care, you needed him to know.

“Me too, kid, you have no idea,” he smiled.

Your nose scrunched, pulling back to look at him with narrow eyes, “kid? Really?”

“Well you don’t like when I call you baby, so…”

“That is not what I said,” you laughed, “I said don’t say things you don’t mean. You can call me whatever you want, as long as you mean it”

“In that case…” he leaned in again, hands on either side of your face as his lips met yours before pulling away to meet your eyes as he said, “hey baby.”

You melted into him, his hands cradling your head the only thing keeping you grounded to the planet. He littered your face and jaw with slow, deliberate kisses, working his way toward your neck as he whispered more sweet pet names into your skin.

“Beautiful,” with a kiss to your jaw, “angel,” with a kiss to your neck, just below your ear, “my girl,” with a kiss to your collarbone, lingering to suck on the skin right at the base of your neck, marking you lightly.

Your whole body pulled him in tighter, dizzy with the ecstasy of having him like this. Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging just hard enough to tell him how good he was making you feel. You couldn’t resist but push down into his hardness, muscles tense as his lips tickled the sensitive skin around the collar of your shirt.

“Rafe…” you sighed out as he continued to suck lip shaped marks into you, his hands kneading your ass, arms strong around you like he alone was the one keeping you tethered to the earth.

He pulled away from you just far enough to look you in the eyes, his pupils blown out. There was a kind of darkness in his eyes, sending excitement, and maybe even a touch of fear, shooting through your body. You wondered what would happen if he dropped the gentleness and really seized control, longing to be the one to send him to that place.

“Are you?” He whispered. Hunger, lust, and some more vulnerable third thing laced the deep tenor of his voice as his eyes searched yours, “are you my girl?”

His brows were furrowed so tight with intensity, you worried he was gonna give himself a headache. 

You ran your thumb over the scrunched skin on his forehead, smoothing it out, gentle but firm. You continued to run your fingers over his face, both to put him at ease and to buy yourself time, the answer to his question stuck somewhere in your chest, unwilling or unable to make its way to your tongue.

“I…” you started, the worry growing back on his face at the sound of your hesitation.

Before you could finish the thought, a loud DING! rang out through the quiet car, making you both jump.

“I thought you said your phone was dead?” You questioned, more edge to your tone than you’d meant, frustration over the interruption seeping into your words.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, “I just wanted more time with you.”

“It’s okay,” you said, a bit non-committal in your forgiveness. “Who is it?”

Rafe sighed as he retrieved his phone from the cupholder, reading the most recent message.

“It’s Top,” he answered, “he’s saying we should get back to the house but won’t say why. So dramatic.”

You chuckled softly, relief washing through Rafe at the return of your smile.

“We should probably go then,” you said, “if for no other reason than I’m nosy and want to know what’s going on.”

He nodded slowly, hands reluctantly letting you go “we’ll come back to this, though, right?”

You knew he meant more than just the kiss and your intimate position in Carter’s front seat. He meant this; the big ‘What Are We?’

Never in a million years would you have guessed that he’d be the one posing the question, or that you’d have this hard of a time coming up with the answer.

(Chapter 8: part two)

a/n: entering my 'posting what's ready when it's ready and not caring about word count' era, welcome!!

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[strangelysamantha]

IM BACK 🌸ANON

did you miss me??

hehehehe 🤍

can i request a topper story with a female reader… the plot being topper trying to get you with kelce, but right when you were about to go on a date with kelce, (which you didnt really want to do, you only did it to help/ make topper happy) topper realizes he is madly in love with you?

realizations hit hard ❀

topper thornton x fem!reader.

warnings: swearing, cute fluff!

words: 450.

summary: topper tries to set you up with kelce, but he soon realizes he doesn’t want you to be with kelce. he wants you to be with him.

request? yea!!

a/n: love this idea, thanks for the request!! like comment and reblog if you enjoyed, i love feedback. follow me for more stories, and check out my masterlist! love you all <3

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“kelce? are you kidding me? why him?” you question topper. he only smirks at you in response. “yeah, why not? kelce! you guys would be cute together!” he grins, causing you to frown. “does kelce even know that you are trying to set him up with me?” topper scratches the back of his neck, “what he doesn’t know won’t kill him…” you roll your eyes at his response.

topper sways back and fourth on his feet, awaiting a clever response from you, the smirk still hanging on his lips. you shake your head, but ultimately give in. “fine, i’ll go on a date with him, only because you are so pushy with it.” topper laughed, but his throat went dry. he didn’t realize what he had just done. his mind went blank, before rushed images of you and kelce flooded his mind. he didn’t even think about the fact this could actually lead to somewhere, and could become a permanent thing.

the room went silent, and your scratch the back of your neck. “let me know what he says.” you begin to walk out, but topper reaches for you. “actually…” he hesitates, as if trying to find an excuse. “i forgot but kelce is actually already talking to someone.” you nod, not feeling too sad. you figured it would have been weird since you see kelce as a brother. you shrug, “oh alright.” you laugh lightly and start to feel awkward. topper is unreadable, and the energy in the room has shifted. you swiftly leave the room, reaching for your phone.

you unlock it, then you hear footsteps behind you. “look,” you turned to face topper, his face flushed. “maybe i regret asking you to go out with kelce?” you shrug, “don’t worry. it’s not a big deal. i promise.” he looked the other way, taking a noticeable breath, before locking eyes with you again. “it made me realize something.” you tilt your head, not following. “what did you realize?” you question. he grabs your hands, your shocked because you’ve never seen topper so soft. he usually has a cold demeanor, and is always making comments or cracking jokes.

“since going on a date with kelce is out of the picture,” he smiles softly. “would you want to go on a date with me?” your heart speeds up, caught off guard. you stumble on your words, slightly stuttering, “yea, i would love too.” he pulls you in a hug, already bombarding you with the date idea. “we can go golfing, or even hang out the lake. or-.” you quickly intervene, “any of those sounds great! i’m sure anything you plan will be fun and romantic.” he grins, “just you wait.”

[fiction-is-life]

hi! congratulations on 800 followers <333 i was wondering if i could get lying together in comfortable silence, maybe they’re cuddled up together, either way they’re both mutually enjoying the other’s company with topper. please and thank you!

Cuddles and Competition

Author's Note: Hi, and thank you!! You are always so supportive!! Also, I am soooo sorry I am only now getting to this request! I just completed my hardest year in school and I had no time to write. I wanted to put this out for your birthday but I missed that, so it will be a belated gift, I guess! I hope you enjoy it, love!! 💞

Warnings: none really?

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“Topper! Meet me in the kitchen. Now!” Dr. Cynthia Thornton called out to her son through the in-home PA system.  You were busy chopping onions for the soup you were making per that lady’s request. You just kept your head down; when she was in a mood it was best just to let your employer run her course.

Topper slowly made his way into the kitchen, a bored look on his face. Cynthia rolled her eyes as she looked up from her phone at him.  “Topper, stand up straight, how many times must I tell you?”

Topper straightened his spine, but his frown didn’t disappear. “Is that why you called me down here?” he intoned, a smirk now playing at the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t be cheeky,” she snapped.  This was typical of every mother-son interaction between the two.  “I have to attend a work event tonight, but I don’t want any funny business.  Rafe and Kelce are not to be here, and absolutely no girls allowed,” she explained while putting her earrings in and fixing the 24K gold bracelet at her wrist.

Topper smirked fully now - his mother had really been getting on his nerves lately with college application deadlines looming over his head.  “What about (Y/N)?  She’s a girl.  And she’s here.”  You could hear the laughter in his voice, and you had to turn away on the pretense of going to the sink so that Dr. Thornton couldn’t see you laugh as well.

Cynthia rolled her eyes.  “She doesn’t count; I would expect you to have more respect for yourself than that.”  That wiped the smirk off of your face.  “I will be home by midnight, and you are responsible for driving (Y/N) home.”  With no further words, Dr. Thornton left the house.

You both waited in silence for the front door to click shut and the roar of her sports car starting to sound a few seconds later.  Once it did, Topper turned towards you slowly, a serious expression on his face.  “So…pizza or Chinese?”

You grinned from ear to ear.  “Both!  Let me throw this soup in the fridge and then I can get Netflix all queued up.”

“Sounds good, sweet thing,” Topper replied, already ordering your usual on door dash.  

Within thirty minutes you were on the couch debating who the best baker on The Great British Bake Off was for that week between mouthfuls of the Outer Banks’ finest late-night cuisine.  The only light in the room came from the living room’s tv and the reflection of the moon and stars off of the Thornton’s pool that was visible from the windows.  

“How do they all mess up something so simple as that for a technical?  Half of them were inedible!”

“Topper, I would love to see you try to make that dessert and come up with something better than the person who took last place,” you teased.

He looked at you with incredulousness written all over his face, but you could see the smile he was holding back with all of his might.  “I could absolutely bake something passable,” he stated, fully believing his words.

“Maybe if you had a full, detailed recipe, but not the paired down version the contestants are given.  I love you, but I would not eat anything you baked without a full recipe - and maybe some youtube tutorials,” you laughed, making him break and join in your mirth before he turned “serious” once more.

“I could absolutely bake something to that standard.” He continued as he started to stand up, “In fact, let’s go into the kitchen and have a little competition of our -” he was cut off by a fast-moving piece of orange chicken hurtling into his mouth.  You giggled once more as he made a show of chewing the chicken you had used to shut him up.

“Seeing as food particles are defying gravity, I guess we can save our baking competition for another day.  To protect myself, I just want to hang out with you and make fun of their accents.  You can be my shield if any pepperoni starts flying,” Topper pulled you practically on top of him as he said this, making you shake your head and laugh, highly amused at his antics.

You didn’t say much else for the rest of the show, just breathing in his scent and basking in his presence.  You had almost fallen asleep from Topper lightly massaging your back as he held you to him when you heard his voice rumble to life after a heavy sigh. 

“I can’t wait to beat you in our baking competition, love.  I can just imagine your face when I pull something out of the oven that absolutely crushes yours.”

You pushed yourself off of his chest at this, his arms falling down to your waist.  “Alright, smarty pants, let's bake something and see who would actually win,” you retorted; he had finally played your competitive streak to his advantage, and now you fully wanted to crush him with your baking prowess.

He just leaned in and kissed the determined look on your face and practically tackled you back into his arms.  Your pout broke as he peppered kisses all over your face before settling his head onto your stomach.  “I’m just kidding, love, we both know you would destroy me in any competition except for surfing,” his smooth voice soothed your ruffled feathers, but you couldn’t help but tease him once more.

“I would destroy you in a surfing competition too, Top, don’t deny it.”

His blue eyes caught yours from his relaxed position.  “You have never surfed a day in your life, (Y/N/N),” he stated.

“And you’ve never baked, Top,” you grinned.

“Touche.” He placed a kiss on the exposed skin of your tummy before you both turned your attention back to the tv with smiles on your faces.  You stayed like that until way past the time you should have left, tempting fate that Dr. Thornton may come back and see you, but neither of you cared.  You just enjoyed spending the rare moments you had alone with each other too much to give up a single second.  It was only then when all your troubles seemed far enough away that you could truly live.

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[fiction-is-life]

I love this so much!! Slow, sweet sex with Topper is the best!!!

{ Interlacing } your fingers during it with Topper Thornton. (I mean cause who else would I pick 😂)

Soft & Loving

Warnings: cursing, smut, soft sex, fluffy sex.

Pairings: Topper Thornton x Female Kook Reader

Summary: In which Topper and Y/N decide to have soft sex late at night.

Author's Note: tysm for the request! 💖

Blurb Event

© Honeybear-Yammy 2023, please do not steal, translate, copy, or transfer my work.

You gasped and moaned out softly as you felt Topper slowly push himself inside of you. You back arched off of the bed slightly when he did so. After he gave you a moment to adjust he began to slowly thrust into you. You cupped his face softly before gently pulling him down to you to kiss him lovingly.

He kissed you back in the same manner before pulling back and putting his face in your neck. You moaned out softly as Topper continued to slowly thrust his cock into you. "I- fuck Top.." You moaned out softly as he continued to fuck you slowly. After he kissed your neck for a bit while he fucked you, he pulled away from your neck and he interlaced his fingers with yours, holding your hands by your head as he continued to fuck into you at a slow pace.

You rested your head back on the soft pillow behind you and moaned out as he continued to fuck you. The feeling of Topper fucking you so slowly like this was fucking euphoric. You could feel every curve and vein of his cock with him fucking you at this pace and angle. He leaned down and kissed you as he made love to you.

After a few minutes you could feel that familiar knot tightening in the bottom of your stomach and you knew that you were about to cum any second now. You clenched around Topper's hardened cock, signaling to him that you were about to cum. "Mm.. come on baby. Cum for me, princess." He said as he leaned down and used his tongue to slowly lick a long strip up your neck.

With that your eyes rolled back, your legs began to tremble and you moaned out Topper's name as your orgasm washed over you. He thrusted into you a few more times before coming himself, shooting his load deep inside of you, painting your walls white. Topper slowed to a stop as you began to catch your breath. You smiled up at him and he smiled back before leaning down and kissing you softly.

He slowly pulled out of you before laying down beside you. You smiled and crawled over to him and snuggled up into his side. Topper smiled and kissed your head before pulling the blankets on the two of you and wrapping his arms around your body. "Mm.. I love you so much, Y/N." He said with a smile. You giggled tiredly. "I love you too, Top." You said with a weak smile. After you and Topper had been snuggling together, you both fell asleep together with you curled up in his arms.

Author's Note: tysm for reading!

[greengoblinswifey]

In His Arms

pairings— topper thornton x kook!reader, rafe cameron x kook!reader

summary— when Topper places a bet to win you over just to sleep with you, you’re crushed after finding out the truth. in the midst of your heartbreak, you end up in the unexpected arms of your enemy, Rafe, who’s ready to prove he’s the one who truly cares.

warnings— angst, enemies to lovers, topper being an asshole per usual, heartbreak, fingering, oral( f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, possessive!rafe, fluff.

Rafe Cameron had always been a thorn in your side. From day one, it seemed like his favorite pastime was finding every possible way to get under your skin. “Nice shirt. Did you get it at a thrift store?” he’d sneer, a smug grin tugging at his lips. You rolled your eyes, firing back, “Careful, Rafe. Your insecurities are showing. And no, it’s vintage Chanel, you can’t afford it.”

His laugh was low and dark. “Keep telling yourself that, princess.”

But Topper was different. At first, you’d thought he might be the same as Rafe, but he surprised you with small, genuine gestures that made you feel seen. Over a few months, his attention turned to actual dates, and soon, he had you believing maybe he was genuinely interested. He’d take you to dinner, text you first, and make you feel like the center of his world.

Little did you know, behind his sweet smiles and warm texts, Topper’s interest wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. It had all started as a dare from Kelce, get the famously “cold-hearted” kook to fall for him. But the more time you spent with him, the less you cared about the rumors, until one day, Rafe overheard Topper boasting about his plans.

Rafe cornered him at a party, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re really going through with this?” he asked, a flicker of something unrecognizable in his eyes.

“Relax, man. It’s just a bet. After I get to fuck her, I’ll be done,” Topper smirked, shrugging.

Rafe’s jaw clenched. “She thinks you actually like her.”

Topper laughed, shaking his head. “I think you’re the one getting worked up over this, Rafe. Didn’t realize you cared so much.”

Rafe scoffed, but a knot formed in his stomach. As much as he hated to admit it, something about this bothered him. More than it should. He didn’t know what to do so as usual he snorted his worries away. Getting high made him forget.

On a date at a high end restaurant, Topper’s gaze was warm, his hand gently brushing your cheek. “You’re stunning, you know that?” he whispered, his smile making your heart race. For once, you felt seen. The weeks of getting to know him had softened your defenses, and as much as you resisted, you were falling.

“I’ll be right back,” you said, excusing yourself to the bathroom. But as you turned the corner, you collided right into Rafe. He smirked, the usual teasing gleam in his eye. “Careful, wouldn’t want to break a heel on your way back to, oh, wait, is that Topper you’re here with?”

Rolling your eyes, you snapped back, “Yes, not that it’s any of your business.”

For once, he didn’t have a comeback ready. His face shifted, momentarily speechless, and before he could say anything else, you turned and headed back, brushing off his attempt to stop you. Watching you walk away, Rafe’s jaw tightened as he wrestled with thoughts he’d rather ignore.

Later, at Kelce’s party, Topper’s arm was securely around your waist with you in his lap as you both laughed and drank. The warmth of his body against yours, the way he looked at you, and his gentle kisses made you forget everything else. He leaned in, his voice low, “Maybe we should take things to the next level tonight, yeah? I wanna fuck you.”

Your heart skipped a beat, his hands tracing along your inner thigh. “Sure, we can do it tonight. After the party.” His grin widened, and you felt a surge of excitement. Tonight was going to be special.

You excused yourself from Topper’s lap and slipped into the kitchen for a drink, Rafe was there, his face unreadable. He looked at you, and this time, there was no hint of a smirk. “So...you and Topper. You finally…?”

You glared at him. "That’s low, even for you, Rafe."

He shook his head. “You’re making a mistake. It’s just a bet to him.”

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you’re the one who has a problem, Rafe. What, jealous I’m not with you instead?”

He scoffed, looking you in the eyes. “You’re so caught up in yourself that you can’t tell when someone doesn’t care, and when someone actually does. Get your head out your ass.”

You scoffed, dismissing his words. In the bathroom, you touched up, telling yourself it was just Rafe being Rafe—always looking for a way to throw you off.

As you walked back out, you caught the end of a conversation between Topper and Kelce. “She actually likes me,” Topper laughed, voice laced with cockiness. “Tonight, I’m gonna win this bet, fuck her, leave her and finally shut down her little ice queen act.”

Every word struck you like a slap. Rafe’s eyes met yours across the room as the reality hit, and as the other Kooks chuckled, you turned and ran.

Topper’s voice called after you frantically, but Rafe was the only one who followed.

Rafe caught up to you just as you stumbled outside, and you could feel his presence before he even spoke. He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “Don’t. Just don’t say anything, Rafe.”

He nodded, surprisingly quiet. “I’m not here to say I told you so,” he murmured.

For the first time, he saw you as you really were, vulnerable, your walls lowered. His own heart twisted as he saw a tear slip down your cheek, and he felt an unfamiliar ache. You hugged yourself, looking utterly lost, and before he could stop himself, he stepped forward, hesitantly wrapping his arms around you, almost as if asking for permission.

You didn’t pull away. Instead, you melted into him, and he began to rub your back gently, his hand moving up to stroke your hair. “It’s okay,” he whispered, “You’re wasting tears on someone who doesn’t deserve them.”

You pulled back, attempting to hide your tear-streaked face, but he brushed your cheek softly with his thumb, wiping the tears away. You took a shaky breath. “I feel so stupid,” you whispered. “I should have seen it.”

Rafe shook his head, his voice low. “Topper’s the idiot here. Not you.”

On the drive home, Topper’s texts kept buzzing through your phone, his apologies and pleas for you to listen just making it worse. Rafe glanced over. “You don’t have to read those, you know.”

When you reached your parents’ mansion, Rafe turned to you. “I don’t think you should be alone tonight. Let me come in, just to make sure you’re okay.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not going to do anything drastic, Cameron.”

A ghost of a smile flickered across his face, but he followed you inside and up to your room. He sat on the edge of your bed, and you found yourself collapsing next to him, leaning into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around you, holding you close.

For a moment, neither of you could quite believe it, you, in Rafe Cameron’s arms, and Rafe, holding you like you were something fragile, something he needed to protect. The silence settled over you both, emotions filling the space in a way words couldn’t before you started sobbing again.

Rafe’s chest tightened with anger as each soft sob left your lips, his urge to protect you growing stronger by the second. He couldn’t bear to see you like this, broken by someone he’d thought was his friend. Steeling himself, he abruptly went to the bathroom, grabbing a damp rag, and returned to gently wipe your tear-streaked cheeks. You gazed up at him with wide, vulnerable eyes, but his focus was on making sure every tear was gone, trying to wash away the hurt you’d been through.

Without thinking, he murmured, “You’re beautiful.” Your breath hitched, and though you didn’t respond, the emotions between you both hung heavy in the air. Slowly, you climbed onto his lap, closing the gap between you as your lips met his, first softly, then with a rough, growing passion that surprised you both. You could feel his need, his care, and in that moment, every lingering hurt seemed to fade. But as you pulled back, reality crept back in, a flicker of fear crossing your face.

“Rafe...was part of the bet for you to…?”

His face fell, and he held your cheeks, meeting your gaze with a sincerity that surprised even him. “I would never do that to you. I’m not a monster.” His voice was soft but firm, hurt at the very thought. “Topper’s an idiot for what he did, and I’ll make sure he regrets it. I’m sorry you ever had to go through that.”

Your fingers traced along his jawline, a silent acknowledgment, and before either of you knew it, you leaned in again, your kiss deepening. You slipped out of your crop top, and his breath hitched, seeing your bare breasts in front of him for the first time, realizing just how much had changed between you in that one night.

Rafe took in your beauty, his voice barely above a whisper as he asked if he could touch you. With a soft nod, you felt his hands reach for your tits, gentle yet filled with a yearning that matched your own. His lips found your skin, leaving a trail of kisses as his hands roamed, exploring with a careful reverence. You grasped at his buzzed hair, arching into his touch, and he responded by holding you even closer.

“Rafe,” you pleaded, not even sure what you were begging for as you felt his lips and tongue fiddle with your nipples and pleasure surge through your body.

“What is it baby? What do you want me to do?” he inquired, in between nibbling on your tits.

“I- just help me forget, please.”

He complied, willing to do anything to take away your hurt. He lifted and laid you gently on the bed, going between your long legs and slowly taking off your shorts and the lacy thong underneath.

“Wow,” he gasped, “prettiest fucking pussy i’ve ever seen. So fucking glad he didn’t get to take this off you tonight.” You giggled, smiling for the first time after everything happened, a part of you was glad too.

He grabbed under your thighs, making your legs sit on his shoulders before he delved into the exquisite cuisine before him that was your wet core. “You taste amazing sweetheart,” he said, slipping a finger inside your tight hole.

“God, I can barely get a finger in, how’s my dick gonna fit?” Rafe was only your second sexual experience, probably one of the reasons Topper wanted you so bad. To feel like he conquered you in some way even if he wasn’t the one to take your virginity.

The asshole was knocked out of your mind when Rafe’s efforts sped up and all that could be heard were the sound of your pussy wet and squelching and your own moans, praising him.

“That feels so good, you make me feel so good.”

“Never thought I’d hear those words princess, I could get used to it.” That stupid smirk was back on his face and this time, you welcomed it.

He continued sucking and flicking your clit with his tongue before slipping in another finger making you feel full and writhe in the feeling of your g spot being constantly toyed with.

“I can feel this tight pussy clenching around my fingers, let go for me baby, it’s okay, I want you to cum on my tongue.”

You complied with his request, your hands grasping the little hair he had as he held you down and continued eating your pussy through your high. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your head became foggy and all you could think about was how good he made you feel.

After you came down from your high, he kissed you from your pussy, to your stomach, up your chest, your cheeks, your lips then to your forehead, muttering praises in between.

“So beautiful.”

“You did so good for me.”

“Only I can make you feel this good.”

He removed the remnants of his undergarments and you bit your lip seeing the large package he owned.

“Huge ego but you have the package to match,” you said, almost in disbelief.

“What can I say.” He pumped his cock a few times, spreading the pre cum on his glistening head before hovering above you, his eyes on yours as he used it to rub all over your entrance. You moaned his name as he teased you, wrapping your legs around him so you could feel him inside you. You needed him.

Rafe’s gaze lingered on you, a mix of softness and intensity as he moved closer, brushing his lips across your neck, his breath warm against your skin. In a low voice, he murmured, “I should’ve done this a long time ago.” Each word sent a shiver through you, his hands tracing along your sides with a careful yet undeniable eagerness, as if he was finally allowing himself to experience something he’d been holding back.

He took his time inside you, eyes locked with yours, watching every reaction, every flicker of feeling that crossed your face. “You’re perfect, made just for me,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with sincerity. His kisses trailed along your neck and shoulders, and his touch grew bolder, each one drawing soft, involuntary moans from you.

Your hands found his shoulders as you arched into him, your breaths mingling as you lost yourself in the intensity between you. He moved slowly at first, unhurried, each motion deliberate, giving you time to adjust, to feel every moment as his hold on you tightened. When you whispered, barely louder than a breath, asking him to “go deeper”, his control wavered, and a new depth of intensity overtook him. His grip on you tightened as his movements deepened, and his eyes darkened with a desire that matched your own.

Soft praises slipped from him in between breaths, the words laced with emotion as he murmured, “You feel incredible, don’t want this to end.” You didn’t want it to end either. His voice wove through the moment, filling every space with warmth and reassurance, grounding you as much as it set your heart racing. Each whispered word made you feel seen, safe, protected, and deeply wanted.

The world seemed to fall away as he held you, every touch, every kiss echoing the intensity of his words. In that shared silence, it was clear, this wasn’t just a fleeting moment. Rafe had wanted this, wanted you, and now, with you in his arms, he was finally where he wanted to be.

He held you tightly, his voice a soothing murmur against your skin as he encouraged, “Cum baby, I know you want to, don’t worry, I’ve got you.” As you surrendered, a wave of warmth and release washed over you, his name slipping from your lips in soft, whispers. He continued to hold you close, his movements slowing as he whispered gentle praises, his touch filled with tenderness you didn’t know Rafe Cameron had within him.

As he watched you catch your breath, his gaze softened, pride flickering in his expression as he murmured, “You took me so well, love.” Even though he could see the tiredness in your eyes, the spark in his hadn’t dimmed. With a gentle shift, he turned you onto your stomach, drawing your ass up to him. His hand found yours, fingers lacing together, as he moved again, each touch and whisper reassuring you that he wasn’t done cherishing you yet.

Rafe’s hands settled firmly around your waist, pulling your ass flush against him as he fucked you. Holding you close, he thrusted slowly at first, ensuring you felt every sensation, every gentle movement. His words filled the quiet between breaths, “You’re perfect, my good girl,” he murmured. When you let out a soft gasp, he grinned, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. “Look at you,” he said, his voice low. “Completely mine.”

You felt him lean closer, his lips beside your ear as he whispered, “Need you to cum again for me.” His hand drifted to your waist, holding you steady as you lost yourself in the rhythm. When you hesitated, telling him you couldn’t cum again, he tilted chin to the side so you could look back at him, “You can do it. For me.” His words were all the encouragement you needed, and as you gave in, his own quiet groans echoed with yours.

In the final moments, he pulled you back against his chest, his hand finding yours as he intertwined your fingers, grounding you in the moment. And when he softly said, “I’m never letting you go,” you knew it was more than just words, it was a promise.

His voice became a low, possessive whisper against your ear. “I’m going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine,” he murmured, each word sending a thrill through you. “Topper will see, you were always mine.”

His grip on your waist tightened as he guided you, his movements growing more deliberate. With a quiet groan, he leaned down, brushing his lips along your neck as he whispered, “I’m going to make you mine in every way, fill you up and get you fucking pregnant, make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt your breath hitch, your heart pounding as his words echoed in your mind. “Rafe,” you gasped and he met your gaze, his expression both tender and fierce.

With a quiet laugh, he pressed you down gently, his hands warm and steady as he continued, “Shhh, just take my cum, take my babies deep inside your pussy.” His words were intoxicating and his own breaths grew heavier as he moved closer. And in that moment, he promised, “You’re my future and that baby that’s gonna grow inside you will be too.”

His thrusts grew more frantic as he was determined to make sure your pussy swallowed every drop of his warm cum. You moaned each other’s name as you felt him fill you up, halting as he was deep inside you, making sure all the ropes of his cum went nowhere else. “Taking my cum so well baby, you’re gonna be so fucking sexy pregnant, you’re mine now, all mine.”

You hummed in content as he fell beside you and pulled you close. He quickly slipped out of bed bringing a damp towel as he cleaned your body and you reached out just wanting him to hold you.

“Thank you Rafe,” you whispered finally breaking the comfortable silence.

His voice softened, his hand resting on your cheek as he brushed a thumb gently along your skin. “You don’t have to thank me,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours with a tender intensity. “You’re mine now, and you’re going to be mine forever.” He wrapped you closer, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. “With our baby growing inside you, I’ll take care of you like you deserve.”

His gaze didn’t falter, full of a love he could hardly keep hidden now, and you felt yourself relax into his embrace, feeling safe and cared for. His words wrapped around you like a promise, his lips brushing softly against your forehead as he held you. There was something so certain in the way he looked at you, and in that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.

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Topper Thornton Masterlist

Those Stars (angst + fluff)

Sick (fluff)

Naughty (smut and maybe a little fluff) 

Super Rich Kids (fluff)

Slowly (angst and smut)

Spin For Me (little angst and fluff)