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one thing that bakugo loves is holding your face in his hands. it makes him laugh, a little cruel sound that makes you melt. his hands are rough, big, and very warm. it was humorous how safe you feel in the hands of someone who could strike you down at any second.

the thing isnt that your face is small, it's the comparison that turns you on. his hands are gigantic when he wraps fingers around your face. on top of that the pads of his fingers are little bit rough; you like so much you try to hide it. there's this feeling of closeness when he holds you like that, catious eyes gauging your reaction. it's only when bakugo teasingly comments on how much you enjoy him holding you like that that you let out a soft gasp.

"tch. you're into this, aren't you?" he mockingly asks you one time, and you shake your head while scouting closer to him, taking in his familiar scent. you wonder what this looks like, as you fall into bakugo lap. sure, you feel embarrassed, heating up as you look at him closely. his thumb is pressed a little firmer against your cheek, a bit possessive.

his smirk only sharpens when he notices it; the way you lean into his touch without thinking, the way your breath catches just a little. of course, in true fashion bakugo doesn’t say anything at first, just watches, eyes narrowed like he’s already figured you out.

his grip loosens for a second, like he’s about to pull away completely, testing you. bakugo's smirk only widens as he watches you squirm. it's one of the hottest things you've seen all day.

that’s when he clicks his tongue, annoyed but satisfied. “thought so.”

you shift, staring him steadily in the eyes, trying to stand your ground.

"thought what?" you spit out.

yes, he's your boyfriend, but there's charm in making him wonder things about you. mina always told you the secret to a lasting relationship was having an element of surprise.

bakugo gives you another look as his hands move away from your body. unable to bask in his body warmth, you glare at him, hands folded closely to your chest. you try to ignore the way he sharply glances at your chest. to anyone else, it would look like you were the grumpy one in the relationship.

then both of you are keenly staring at each other. you know he won't ask you to move closer until you say something, of course, bakugo is stubborn like that. but you want his hands on your face again, and you know.

you can see it in the way he watches you, patient, waiting for you like he’s already decided how this ends.

your jaw tightens, “ahh, fuck it. c’mere.”

almost immediately, his warm hands are placed on your waist, eyes teasingly shining as he pushes you into your lap.

sometimes bakugo always got what he wanted. you.

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oui oui

#truer words have never been spoken #stop i missed this #ughhhhhh #literally need to pin this bc this is my blog what can i say

just thinking about clark manhandling me 😵‍💫😵‍💫

the best part about dating clark kent is how can switch from treating you gently to manhandling you. one moment, he's gently cradling your face in his rough hand, and the next he's flipped you on your back, hands roaming under your shirt. you're moaning softly, straining to look back to see his face. his eyes are slightly closed, his lips, and the look on his face is so erotic, when you finally see it you almost come then and there. in his tight grasp, you feel completely safe, trying to inch even closer than he's got you.

it's a feeling that's incomplete without gazing at his hefty body. sometimes you wish he'd just lay over you, a weight that would relax you completely. sometimes you tell him to do that, whining so much that he takes you up on it, easing by being slightly levitating in the air to avoid hurting you, and applying just the right pressure on you.

but you love it the most when you get a rise out of him, and as you force his hand. when you first told him you wanted him to slap you during sex, he snapped at you.

"i'd never slap you."

when asking you were so in heat, you grabbed his hand, aiming it close to your face, subtly making the motion you wanted.

"please, please, please," you begged, your voice airy and soft, "it won't even hurt, i promise." then you teasingly touched his chest, with pleading eyes. the whisper echoed in the room as he brought you closer to him, practically on top of you again, as you squirmed, excited.

"no."

then he would get off you, leaving you aching. that was the end of it, but god, sometimes you wished he'd manhandle you more.

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clark kent is the type of guy who stares you in the eyes, deep in thought, when he's inside you.

clark kent is the type of guy who blushes when you give him a compliment, but ironically says the filthiest thing when he's pulsing inside of you.

clark kent is the type of guy your friends fawn over, as you gush over him, in awe that this kind of man exists.

clark kent is the type of guy to get you flowers on every date, chocolates on your period, and kiss your forehead before he says goodbye.

clark kent is the type of guy you have to force to tell you what he's thinking when you first start dating, only to get a stammered response where he refuses to answer. even though you know the whole time he’s just thinking about you.

if anything its safe to say clark kent is your type of guy.

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psss....inbox is open !

when clark kent touches your pussy for the first time, he can't help but say "oh, you have a little kitty, don’t you?" it's the teasing tone that he has that makes you to grind on him more and the fact that you know he isn’t really talking about some cat—he’s talking about how his hand is stuffed in your pants, stroking your wet pussy.

you're blushing so hard as he's murmuring in your ear, talking about how 'you're so cute flustered,' and you can't help but gasp shyly into his shoulder, pushing your hips close to him, wanting more.

and then to make matters worse, clark's lifting you up on the table and all of a sudden, you’re dizzy, like an animal in heat as clark's repeating the same words he once told you on that fateful day, his hands skillfully tracing your puffy, weeping clit as he murmurs, "i’ll take care of that, huh? would that be okay?"

but this time, you know he means them for a completely different reason.

authors note: this is a smutty version of clark kent saves a kitten !! i hope this drabble makes sense 😓

you hate it when you blubber all over clarks cock. your spit bubbles up, and you can't stop yourself from choking all over him, a lightheaded feeling washing over you. your previous boyfriends always told you that in order to satisfy a man, you need to take them as a whole, but clarks so kind he doesn't care. you're young, and not that experienced, so he cooes as you shly shuffle closer to take him fully. you always start with tentative kisses and soft licks that make him groan with pleasure

the best part is staring up at him, and seeing that sweet look on clarks face. it makes you want to give him everything as you watch his eyebrows furrow as he lets out deep sighs. you lick his cock slowly, and he guides you even deeper, a soft smile on his face.

"yea, yea, keep going baby," he murmurs, the rough pads of his fingers on your face supporting you to continue. you cough, before taking it deeper. there's this feeling at the bottom of your stomach, an ache, and you just continue to suck, drool dripping from your mouth.

authors note: first time lowkey writing smut. dont be mean yall. ps. send me reqs for clark kent <3

clark kent was strange.

but what made things worse was that you were just that sniffling intern, the one people whispered meanly about. you meant well, but sometimes came off a little sheltered, like a soft girl that cried over the coffee order in the morning, the color of the clouds, and the shade of her lip gloss. and sadly enough for your reputation, you were a nepo baby. your dad knew perry somehow, and he whisked you away from your los angeles paradise to metropolis where all you did was gape at the feet of people that would always be better than you.

you knew people at work hated you. but you still put up with it because couldn’t help but admire the way lois was always put together, the way perry was stern but so well-meaning. he was the one who helped you out at the end and, frankly, it wasn’t that you were stupid. it was that you were too kind. a bit stupidly so.

and this reminder haunted you every day. take it—on the way to work, you saw a small kitty lying there abandoned. her little scruffy brown eyes were watery. you didn’t want to wait a second before picking her up and smothering her in your arms. a tribute to your naivety was that you believed you could save anything, and even that little scruffy kitty was okay for you to bring to work if it meant you were making sure she got love and care.

anyway, it wasn’t as if anyone had ever said no to you.

so you shuffled into work and whispered “hi” to clark kent, who nodded his head back at you. he was always extremely nice to you… and you might have had some suspicion if you’d had any peace of mind—but you didn’t. you believed that everyone was nice to you because you were nice to them. you were naive, soft, and a dream for anyone who wanted to manipulate you in the slightest.

so, when you sat down at your desk, you quickly pulled the cat from your pocket into the black jumper you had on. it was one of your favorites, a jumper that under normal circumstances would never have a chance to get ruined, but the cat meant more to you.

it broke your heart even more as the kitten mewled, flailing her legs. her paws were a soft shade of pink that you couldn’t help but coo over softly. but you had to be careful, because from the corner of your eye you could see someone watching you.

it was kent. he seemed to nod, shifting a little in his chair before getting back to work. but there was this knowing glint in his eyes that you couldn’t shake off. the people around you bustled, a cup of coffee here, the shuttering of laptops, papers and pens there. finally, perry snapped.

“hey guys, c’mon—no more chit-chatting! get to work,” perry yelled, and you nodded, shaking your head before looking down at the tasks on your table.

somehow, you found yourself looking at kent a few times. you couldn’t shake the feeling he had noticed the animal you had your lap . you gave him a small tentative look—before your kitten started loudly meowing. you saw people glance around, and before you knew it, clark was right next to you.

you let out a deep breath before facing him. you had a sweet look on your face, hoping you could deceive him.

“um. ah, so this is a funny story but i think…” clark winced as you looked at him, doe eyes blinking. you tried your best to hold the kitten tightly. you had to take care of her, you thought.

“…you have a little kitty, don’t you?” he whispered.

you looked at him, faux-shocked. “no. what gives that off?”

and then you stared at clark, who was pointing at your cat. she had crawled out of the comfort of your sweater, angrily looking around, fur bristling. you closed your eyes, hoping that maybe he’d disappear. your heart broke more and more as her distressed meows rang louder.

“how about… i take care of that? huh, would that be okay?” kent murmured, and you gave a soft nod. it was then that he moved closer, and it was almost comical how large his hands looked when he scooped up the little thing. you winced—before realizing the kitten was purring, rubbing her shabby head against clark’s arm. he looked guilt-stricken, a soft look in his eyes. for once, he didn’t look lost but somewhat in place. as if saving things was his thing. but you brushed that off as you looked at him with seriousness.

your eyebrows furrowed, and you chewed on your lip. “okay, but… you have to give her back to me at the end of the day.”

he nodded, before gently placing the cat in his bag and pretending the two of you had never talked.

funnily enough, by the end of the day clark quietly placed the cat back into your arms. he looked a bit sheepish doing it, but you grinned up at him.

“thank you, kent.”

“call me clark.”

you pursed your lips, letting yourself say his name out loud. his name felt soft on your lips, and it felt rather intimate given the way he was looking at you, but you still whispered it out.

“thank you… clark.”

and then clark screwed his eyes shut and gave you a quick smile. “yeah, no problem. see you tomorrow.” and you couldn’t help but keep your eyes on the huge man who seemed to have an abundantly bigger heart.

authors note: um so yeah im here. idk if anyone still wants to read my writing. cool if u do...but i think im love with superman. bye! ily... also heres some smut about this interaction when yall get together: https://www.tumblr.com/cute-sucker/795292440868339712/continuation-of-post-1-just-a-thought-clark?source=share

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note: inspired by @lionasvault diner!jj x deer!reader ! <3

short masterlist: part two here, part three here, part four here, part five here, part six here !

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being a single mother with a rafe camerons child was never easy.

the little girl hung on your shoulder giggling as she held onto you, and you tried to hide the squeezing pain that you felt in your heart. she knew nothing about her situation completely obvious.

you were a kook. all through, the short bikinis, strutting upon everything you owned, winning pageants, and academic awards. it was your life. you were a soccer player on the side of it all, a crazy defender. you had enjoyed your life, knowing that you were going to marry someone.

rafe.

that's who the person was going to be. the sweet boy who gave you roses on your anniversary, telling you was better than any kook girl he had met. and it was all fun and games, sneaking away to be with someone older, someone bad, someone playful and someone who treated you "well." it helped that he was kook too, smug about his place in the world, and a callous hand dragging you across to show you around at parties.

school ended on a good note for you, and you headed to university, with high dreams and a cute boyfriend at that. sure he was brooding, sure he was mean, sure he dropped notes about you not needing a higher education because you were wife material. but your parents had told you to go and be independent.

so that's what you were doing. now, escaping from his clutches, a six-month-old baby girl gurgled at you as you tried to ignore the unfamiliarity of the whole new place you had rented. it was a cute town you thought, the little painted signs, and you found yourself staring at the flat. your landlord's little painted key felt warm in your hand, and you found yourself tearing up.

finally, you set down your small brown suitcase, willing yourself to be stronger. willing yourself to look at the bright side of things, the fact that the apartment had 1 room for the two of you, and the fact that the sink had pretty roses on it, and the fact that you were finally free.

you gazed back at your baby, her sleepy smile, as her eyes blinked and when it found a familiar face - gurgled with happiness. you felt as if your heart was going to burst with happiness, and with that, you decided that you should explore the town

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the town was better than you thought it would be, there was a small ballet studio across the street, meek book stands nearby, and a farmers market that sold you the ripest strawberries known to mankind. so yes, when you saw those strawberries you bought a carton. immediately your baby girl made grabby grabby hands, and you smiled down at her, brushing a curl of hair away from her face.

"what, baby? you want one too?" you cooed, before giving her a red strawberry. she squealed before taking a big bite out of it, mushing it in her claw hands, giving you an inquisitory look. you sighed, and continued to push the stroller.

jj's diner.

that's what it read on bright rusty red letters, it was colored a gorgeous gray, and the glass windows showed a homely setting. grandparents sat with one other, sipping on coffees, you watched kids take big bites out of syrapy pancakes and stripes of bacon. this was a scene to beyond, and you couldn't help but yearn for it, as you opened the door of the diner.

a sweet smell wafted by, as if fresh blueberry muffins had just been made. it felt like home, like a safe space, and before you knew it you were dragging in your stroller, and sitting down near the window. finally you found yourself smiling with joy as you looked down at the laminated plastic menu.

"i'm jj, what can i get 'cha?" a gruff voice muttered, and you pursed your lips before looking up. it was a guy with dirty blonde hair, a backward hat, and white tee with what looked like mustard to you? "c'mon mama, i don't got all the time in the world."

he looked at you pointly as if annoyed. the name 'jj,' seemed to flash in your mind. that was the diner's name? this was his diner, wasn't it. clearly they were short on staff.

you flushed quickly, and you picked up your menu, "yeah i'll take the pancakes? extra syrup, and maybe some..." you crinkled your nose before looking at your baby girl who had a menu in her mouth, giving you a gumless smile "can i have mashed banana?"

he looked baffled, chuckling while putting a hand on his hip, "mashed bananas? i don't serve that." once again you felt like an idiot stammering out your words. finally it was as if he looked at you properly, your creased clothes and messy hair. you had been up all night worrying about this move.

he shook his head, and then swiped a hand to pick up the menus, "yeah. it's alright. mashed bananas and pancakes. got it." and somehow when he gave you that half smile you felt your heart lift up.

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by the end of the trip to the diner, you had gotten up to clean your hands asking a kind lady to look after your baby for a second - and when you came back jj was sitting next to your baby cooing.

he gave you a confused look when you came back, as your baby chewed on his finger, giving a delighted shriek. you found yourself trying to figure out what was happening.

"she yours?" he asked, and you gave him a quick nod before trying to pull her into your arms. you avoided his gaze. you didn't want him to say anything about it. after all, you had enough people judging you.

instead you zoned on your baby who gave a final cry before letting you pick her up. she still reached her chubby arms for jj's, eyes welling up as if she was going to cry.

you sighed, "really sorry about this. i know it's not okay."

jj looked at you again, reaching for his hat before waving his hand to console you, "nah. i don't mind."

you gave him a tightlipped smile, and then put your baby in your stroller to head out, "thanks for everything."

"don't mention it."

somehow you felt as if you had made a friend.

#diner!jj x deer!reader #jj maybank prompt

fading-in-to-you

women supporting women means supporting trans women too btw.

hanasnx

rafe’s saying “that’s that wifey shit” about you

#thats right

rafeandonlyrafe

well 🧍‍♀️ as a reminder this blog is NOT a safe space for trump supporters but it IS a safe place for women, queers, trans ppl, people of color, undocumented people, and any marginalized group.

#speak your truth!!!!

cute-sucker

MUST'VE BEEN THE WIND— IN WHICH you lose your memory after a fatal car accident—only to wake up and find out that the kook king, rafe cameron is your husband. [series]

PROLOGUE—♡

"ms. cameron."

white lights.

"she'll be regaining consciousness in a few minutes, don't worry about that folks. look at that!"

loud voices.

lights blurred in front of you, as you tried to wiggle your toes. there was something about those blinding white and blue lights that made your heart pace. your hands were clammy, and you felt your throat close up. your tongue felt like sandpaper as you tried to whisper something. nothing seemed right, the way that the place smelled all off as you tried to move.

"ms. cameron?"

you coughed finally peeling open your eyes and looking around the place. shit, where were you? the blue signs and the doctors gave a dead giveaway. you were at the hospital, but what messed with you the most was why you were there. the last memory you had was—hell, you couldn't remember anything. your head hurt, as you coughed. bleary eyed, you tried to get up only to have warm hands push you down again.

"calm down, ms. cameron. we need you to calm down."

you scrunched your nose, before gasping in more air, "get off me. get the hell off me!" then you heard a bemused laugh, as you tried to get up. a sharp nudge at your side knocked you down. you sucked in more air, as you held a hand to your hip. your whole body hurt so much, you could barely take it.

finally, you opened your eyes properly. your hands materialised in front of you, "what's going on?" you croaked, as you tried to push the people away. at last, you saw the doctor look at you with triumph in his eyes. he seemed to quickly control his emotions before coughing into his elbow.

"we'll do a few tests now, mr. cameron," the doctor muttered, "just to be on the safe side. after all it's been a while she's been conscious. it would be best if you left the room for now."

it was then you noticed the man at your side. his buzzed cut, and harsh brown eyes. there was something cold and hungry in his eyes as he looked at you, a terse smile on his face. you shivered trying to stay away from him. you couldn't get caught up in this, god no, after all everything in your body told you there was something wrong about the man in front of you.

he finally stopped looking at you before putting a hand on the doctors shoulder, "i'd like to stay. i'm sure my wife would appreciate it." you gasped before starting to cough again.

the doctor nodded stiffly before getting back to you, "can you hear me? if you can hear me, please squeeze my hand." his voice is coarse, and you nodd, and squeeze his hand. he makes a low noise of understanding, marking something on his chart.

"could you tell me your name?"

you whisper your name, voice scratchy. at this, the doctor gives you a slight look of interest before looking back at mr. cameron. you used your maidan name instead of the one given to you before you got "married." god, you could use some water.

"well, we'll take this with baby steps," the doctor muttered before giving you a sharp nod and gesturing to mr. cameron, "i will leave the two of you alone for now. we have a few things to run by before you can leave ms. cameron."

you were left alone with him for the first time.

"i don't know who you are mr. cameron, but you have to leave me alone. i'm not ms. cameron," you spat out, weakly moving away from him. mr. cameron gave you a proper look. you saw the way that his jaw clenched, before he moved closer to you, caressing your cheek.

" i won't be taking this behaviour," then his voice became sugary sweet, but you could hear the bite in it, "you're my wife. act like it."

#thinking about this...#rafe cameron prompts

cute-sucker

. ˚｡⋆୨୧˚GENTLE AND QUIET NIGHTS WITH BOXER!RAFE WERE ALL YOU EVER NEEDED. ever since he told you not to come visit him down at the ring, you would wait patiently by the bed staring at the clock. you knew exactly when he was going to come, and when he did you were going to patch him up, you were going to give him small kisses in his lap and then after that, you were going to bed. it was your ritual. in your little nightie, kicking your feet on the bed you waited patiently. but you couldn't help if sometimes you got a little tired, and closed an eye for a few minutes.

until you heard a small creak. it was enough to stir you awake, and you jumped to your feet. swaying just a little (you were so tired), you saw rafe. he was a little bloodied as he closed the door. you watched him and observed the way he jammed the door shut, quietly swearing when it didn't close properly. it was here that he noticed you were watching. suddenly, your giant turned softer, treading closer to you.

"hey baby. you didn't need to stay awake," rafe muttered, and you leaned into his warmth as his rough hand caressed your face, "awh, look at ya."

you drowsily smiled at him, motioning him to sit down on the bed. then he laughed at how sleepy you looked, but listened to your demands.

here you pulled him close, as you climbed into his lap. your voice was a scratchy whisper as if you were letting him into a secret, "i stayed up because i wanted to," then you turned a bit shy tilting away from him, "for you i'll stay awake every night."

"oh damn. way too sweet for me," rafe mumbled into your shoulder and you giggled, pursing your lips.

now this was your favorite part; you would patch him up, gently touching his scrapes and asking if he's okay. rafe would always tell you the other guy looked worse and you'd laugh. then with you, warm and supple in his arms he would tell you how it went. by the end of the night, you'd be pressed tightly in his arms, hearing his heartbeat. and always by the end of the night, rafe would tuck you into bed, swearing that you needed more sleep. and always by the end of the night, two of you would be entwined together, almost as if the two of you were melded together.

as if the two of you were made for each other.

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#tehehe #i always come back to this and giggle #it even sounds like him!!

JJ MAYBANK WAS A MENACE. this you knew, but you also knew that he was failing. god, were his grades in the dirt! but the minute you were told you had to tutor him, you had raised your eyebrows and thought to yourself, 'it couldn't be that bad."

but it was bad. it was so bad, because half of the time you couldn't pay attention to tutoring him properly...see, now this all made sense. jj, being the pogue he was, (dirty-minded, a bit silly, and very very hot,) went all out at a party, down any girl's pants, and at the end kinda sleazy. there wasn't any time you hadn't seen him glued to another girl. all you did to boys like that was snap your gum, and roll your eyes. the worst thing that could ever happen to them was if they didn't get what they wanted.

lord knew that their egos were larger than anything else. but, you decided that for the tutoring session, you were going to put that aside. you were going to go in their with a fresh new set of eyes. maybe he was struggling? maybe he really did want to get better at school.

unfortunately you were wrong, because thirty minutes into the session he'd lured you into a tight corridor. you went from math to kissing each other in the library. you knew you would regret it, obviously, you knew you were going to regret you did anything with jj. you also knew that he thought he knew you better than you did yourself.

however, at the moment you have better things to be worried about.

"fuck. i always thought you were hot," jj panted, a smirk on his face, "but god, this makes you hotter." his eyes were alight with humour, and while you did scoff at him—the feeling of his hands on your waist? you did nothing about it.

"you're disgusting," you spat, "does everything you do have to be related to a fetish?"

jj laughed, the sound vibrating in his chest. you were so close to him, you could feel that small movement as well as the soft way his hands were holding you.

"yet here we are," he murmured softly, hands trailing down from your shoulders to your hips. you couldn't help but gasp softly, before trying to stop yourself from blushing. really, what worked was remembering what a dick jj maybank really was.

you rolled your eyes. "oh, fuck off," you glared at him, finally having the guts to push him away. your hands feel weak, almost as if you don't want to do it. the truth is, you do like him. you like the way he's all or nothing, and the way he laughs, and you especially like the way he kisses. and you can't help but lean in for another kiss.

oh well.

cute-sucker

arh i want cowbow rafe :(((( he's so mean and demeaning but you take it bc he's so hot

note: i love this so much, and this is 100% rafe x pup, change my mind!!!

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he would be the meanest at his house parties.

it might be because he rarely has them...and he would be so demeaning because he knew you could take it as well. your legs thrown over his waist, as he carried you to tannyhill before the two of you get ready for the party.

he's speak so softly to you and you'd completely crumble to his hold, nodding your head at his claims of being a good girl for him - for the evening. he'd be holding you up, as you bounced around hoping that he would speak gently to you. he'd play with you, rough and tough. you would take it though, and promise him all those things.

however.... at the party, you'd get drunk while trying to put on his cowboy boots. he would get so pissed at you whenever you tried to turn into a "cow girl," because he knew it meant you trying to do a cartwheel in those scanty little shorts and flash all of his friends in the process.

instead he'd keep a heavy hand on your waist, as you grinned up to him, slobbering all over his white tee, and trying to tell him that you really really loved him. you'd be scooting all over his lap, trying to get closer so you could pepper kisses on his face. this he would hate the most because he had to act like a 'tough guy,' but the minute that you tried to whisper in his ear, he would groan and try not to kiss you. you'd get more impatient yk, because you loved him so much.

at a certain point of this party you would just hop on his lap, dainty and blinking up to him. lets be honest you'd try to bite his arm, and then promptly fall asleep. all the guys would make fun of him, and lets be honest a grumpy rafe with you sprawled all over his lap was a sight to see.

at this point, he would tell everyone that he was going to come back to drag you to bed, shoving your jaw open to make you swallow the pill, as you moaned about how mean he was. he's annoyed at this point, because all of his friends saw how misbehaved you were, and we all know that rafe thinks it reflects how whipped he is for you. he can hear their whispers saying how dumb he was for letting his girl run wild.

he's tell you to shut up, hand snaking around your shoulders, "shut up before i make you shut up." he'd spit out, and then tuck you into bed at gently as he could trying not to look at the way your eyes welled up with tears, as you pouted at him, trembling at you held out to the sheets of the bed. and after that he'd get back down to the party, listening to the guys joke around.

at one point he would let out a deep breath, knowing you were safe and sound in your bed. but of course, of course you came back down later on at the night. this time you were in your scanty pyjamas, where he was 100% sure you were not wearing panties as he huffed when you came down. you'd almost slipped on your way down, whimpering for rafe.

the minute you saw him, you jumped into his arms, as he clenched his jaw. "what is it?" he tried to say gently but it came out so roughly, you shivered. "what is it?"

"didn't like sleeping alone. i can't take it. there was this guy in our bed," you whimpered out, "he was watching me, i swear rafe. it was so scary and he was petting my head."

that caught his attention, turning around to check who was there. "what the fuck did you say?" he hisses out, before you flinch, and step away from him. "what did he look like?" you close your eyes, and shook your head, confused.

"don't know who he was, i got out of bed and ran. think he was wearing a brown shirt, and the cowboy hat"

at this point rafe is about to burst a vien as he closes his eyes. "alright, how about we end this party 'yea?" he murmured, and pushes your trembling figure into his hands, possessively placing his hand on that small part of your back.

by the end of the night, the two of you are huddled in bed, as you sleepily drool in his tight embrace. he can't help but feel confused at your previous statement, thinking about the creep in your bed. suddenly your small hand reaches out to touch his stubble, and he looks down at you pawing at his chest. you let out a small yelp, giving him a sweet drowsy smile.

"rafe, i wanna tell you a secret," you whisper, before pushing up in the bed to reach his ear. rafe groans before lowering himself, muttering something under his breath. you giggle softly, before giving him a little kiss on his neck.

"there was no one rafe. i lied. just wanted you in bed, and those awful people to go away. 'm sorry" you whisper painstakingly, "don't be mad please."

somehow he isn't mad, and instead he gently tells you to shut your eyes, and go to sleep.

he'll deal with your bratty behavior later.

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