sysnopsis: rafe cameron never saw the need for something serious until he met y/n, and then he knew that he wanted her in anyway he could. y/n didn't do commitment after being burned one too many times, but when rafe cameron walks into her life again, that seems to be thrown out the window. will these two be a match made in hell or will forever be the sweest con?
author's note: sorry y'all this year of college has honestly kicked my ass so hard. this has been sitting my drafts for a second. i have at least one more chapter so that will be out maybe next week.
warnings . . . this is going to spoil it but i haaaave to… SMUT! MDNI!!! being on tinder is a warning of its own i hate that place, fingering…………..
word count . . . 2.1k
You can’t say you don’t want him in the same car as you, but you’re definitely surprised to see him. But if there’s one word to truly describe you, it's stubborn. Lena’s sitting in her booster seat, wrapped in her pinky hoodie and zip up, headphones in as she watches her favorite show on her iPad. And Pope is sitting right beside her, watching you.
“What is he doing here?” You turn to J, who’s driving the van.
“He is the adult for the trip.” J shrugs, “just hurry up and sit. We still have to pick Sammy up from her last class.”
You huff, turning your chin at Pope whose eyes have yet to leave you. And despite the tingle that runs through you, you have to stay strong. You move to the farthest seat in the back, tucking yourself into the corner.
Nicky is next. She’s still half asleep as she slides into the passenger seat, snoring the second she settles down. Sammy, despite it being so early in the morning, is beaming as the van door slides open. Lena tugs her headphones off immediately. “Sammy!” She giggles happily. And then, she turns to her uncle. “Uncle Pope, move.”
Nicky snorts out a laugh, now gouging down a hashbrown. J jumps in though, “manners, Lena.”
Lena huffs dramatically. A habit she’s only picked up on since you’ve been around her. “Please.” She mutters out. “Sammy promised to hold my hand when we go up the scary hills.”
You expect him to put up a fight. Because the only other spot is on the same cushion with you and you’ve decided that Andrew Cody hates you. So why would he want to sit next to you?
Your eyes widen as he easily slides out of his seat and crouches his way to the back. “W-wait!” You push forward, desperate to get this to stop. “Lena, baby, Sammy can’t do anything to help you. You need a strong man. Or… a man. He doesn’t even have to be strong.”
Lena gives you a bored expression, “that’s not very nice.” The furrow in the little girls thick brows makes you hesitate.
You sigh, “sorry.” You press yourself up against the side of the car as Pope plops down next to you.
“The hell are you doing?” He asks gruffly.
“What are you doing?” You huff, “sit at the corner.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I’m telling you to.”
“Why do I have to listen to you?”
“Pope, move.”
He’s childish, you’ve come to realize. Instead of scooching to the other side of the seat, he moves closer to you. “No.”
“Pope.” You groan loudly.
“Uncle pope,” Lena calls from her seat. She’s tapping away at her tablet with one hand as Sammy holds the other. “Are you being mean?”
“Yes.” “No.”
“They just like each other, mama.” Nicky chimes in, turning in her seat to grin at Lena. “You tease the people you like.”
“I do not like him.” You hope they believe you, since it’s a complete lie. But your friends know you better than you know yourself.
Lena laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world. “They do like each other! So gross!”
The drive is incredibly long. Your body was aching from the way you were pulling from him and you had to give in. His leg is nudging against yours, pressing harder at turns.
“Move.” You groan, nudging him away.
“No.” He nudges his knee against yours again.
“Pope…” you huff, glaring at him. “You’re being annoying.”
It’s his turn to huff, “you annoy me all the time.”
“I do not.”
“Do too.”
“Kids…” J chimes this time, “settle down.”
“Ain’t a kid.” You toss a napkin at him from the back seat.
Pope decides to keep going, “sure act like one.”
“Sure act like one.” You mock, deepening your voice.
“I don’t sound like that.”
You mock again, “I don’t sound like that.”
“Quit it.”
“Quit it.”
Sammy groans this time, “both of you shut up.”
Lena is out cold when you all get to Sammy’s family cabin. It’s nice, sleek. It doesn’t look like it belongs in the deep foliage, too modern. Her mother has expensive tastes though, so it’s not a surprise that there’s technology all throughout the place.
J and Pope argued for a minute about taking Lena in but J ultimately won, now heading in with the lolling girl in his arms. Nicky follows suit, already complaining about needing a shower and the bugs all around. Sammy chimes in about the high tech bug zappers her mother has in every room.
You’re stuck behind with your bags in your hand. “Hello?” You call out to Pope as he starts walking to the cabin. “Where are you going?”
He turns, his own bags in his hand. “Inside?”
You wiggle your bag around. “What happened to chivalry?”
He glances at your bags and back at you, bored. “It died.”
“Pope.”
“Yeah?” He hums, uninterested.
“Help me.”
There’s a grin tugging at his lips, one he’s trying to fight as he turns back to you. “Where are your manners?”
“Pope!” You sigh, “really? I’m too pretty to do this.” But he’s not budging. “Fine. Please.”
That’s enough for him because he’s moving over to you, grabbing your bags with a triumphant smile, “good girl.”
You think about his words long after. You hate that you want him so badly. No matter what’s said or done, nothing pulls you from this aching need.
You wonder if he’s being intentional. From what you’ve gathered, he doesn’t have much female attention. Not because women don’t want him, you see the way eyes trail over him. But he’s awkward. You’re not sure if he even notices the way he’s lusted after.
He spends so much of his time acting like he doesn’t want you, when he makes a move that he is interested, you find yourself dissecting it for hours. It’s hard not to, especially when his softer acts are rare, in text or person.
“What are you doing?” The strong voice makes you jump in your spot.
You pull your hand out of the hot tub, the water dripping down your now cold arm. You turn to him, leaning against the tub. “Letting it warm up.” A pause. “Are you getting in?”
“No. I hate hot water.”
You roll your eyes, turning away from him. “Whatever.”
You don’t hear his feet shuffling away, so you know he’s still here. And you can feel him. Feel the way his eyes are on your backside.
“Whose shirt is that?” You’re wearing a huge t-shirt, practically a dress as it sits right beneath your knees, and the neck falls off your shoulder, showing off your collarbone.
The idea is immediate. You bite your lip to stop yourself from cackling and giving yourself away. You dip your hand back into the bubbling water, humming, “why?”
“It doesn’t look like it’s yours.”
You nod, “it isn’t.” You’re grinning, wanting to turn around and watch him. Watch the way his face twists in confusion. “Absolute truth?”
He hesitates but agrees. “Yes.”
The lie is easy as you turn to face him, face back to neutral. He doesn’t know that you’ve been celibate almost three years. He doesn’t need to know that the T-shirt is J’s which you stole from Nicky a while ago.
You shrug, continuing, “an old fling. Met him on Tinder.” You can’t tell what he’s feeling. You hate that you can’t because he always looks serious. Always looks stoic. “We went for drinks and ended up back at my place.”
“But you live with your parents.” He’s trying to get you to say more, that much you can tell.
“I’m not gross, Pope. I didn’t let him touch me until they were gone for the night.”
“Okay.” Is all he speaks.
You shrug, turning your back to him once more. You’re scolding yourself because of course it didn’t work. He’s not into you. He doesn’t want you. You’re the one who wants him. You’re the one who is chasing him. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
“What did he do to you?”
His question makes your breath hitch. Slowly, you turn around to face him again. You flinch softly at how close he is to you now, chest practically pressed up to yours. “I don’t think you want to—“
He doesn’t let you finish. His harsh tone cuts you off, “Tell me.”
“He…” you’re scrambling. Nothing is coming to mind because this isn’t remotely close to being true. There’s no other guy and there’s definitely no Tinder. You mumble out the first thing that comes to mind. “He fingered me.”
His body close to yours tells you a lot more than you’ve ever seen on him. His breathing is labored, chest rising and falling from what you’re assuming is jealousy. His hands are ghosting at your hips, scared to touch you. Now you know what you need to do.
“Didn’t let him fuck me, Pope.” He backs you up fully against the hot tub, nose trailing down your cheek, to your jaw, and to your neck. He inhales you. Smells the mixture of your faint perfume mixed with the light sheen of sweat from the heat emanating from the hot tub you’ve been hovering over. “Couldn’t let him.”
This solidifies what he wants— what he needs from you. His hands fall to your hips, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck. His rough hands slowly move from your hips and to your thighs, letting your t-shirt scrunch up as he desperately searches for your soft skin.
You can’t take a full breath. His hands are tugging at the bottom of your bathing suit beneath your shirt. You expect him to tug them off of you but that doesn’t come. He pulls it taut to the side of you, letting it sit awkwardly. But you can’t focus on that when a single finger pushes between your lips, letting the tip of him press at your bundle of nerves.
A soft gasp leaves you as he begins to rub circles at your clit. “Fuck…” you whimper softly, brows furrowing as the little waves of pleasure course through you.
Your hips grind into his hand, desperate for more from him. He adds another finger, and another. He’s moved his face from your neck, his intense eyes watching your face twist in pleasure. “Pope, I…” you whimper softly, letting your forehead fall to his shoulder.
“Hey, hey,” his free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look back up at him. “Don’t look away from me.”
And that’s all you need to listen to his command. His eyes won’t leave yours. You’re embarrassed. Embarrassed with how vulnerable this feels, having him watch you.
You almost cry when his fingers stop the motion at your clit, but you’re quickly shut up when his hand slides a little ways down and a single finger pops into you. You try to hide your face against him again but he doesn’t allow you to. The grip on your chin tightens, fingers spreading to your cheeks, lips puckered out, and keeping you still as he pumps the single finger inside of you.
You can’t speak. You’re a whimpering mess as he adds another finger. And another. You’re riding his hand desperately, completely flushed and flustered by his utmost attention. He’s captivated by you; by the way your face twists and turns in absolute pleasure, the way you’re rutting into him with a desperate need.
“Are you going to cum?” If this were anything else, you’d cackle at the serious way he speaks those words but you can’t talk. You nod wildly, hips stuttering. He’s smug. You’ve never seen him look so smug before. So damn proud of himself at the way he’s got you.
You’ve never cum so hard in your life because he refuses to let you look away. Your eyes have to be on him as your orgasm crashes over you, spasming around his fingers as your hips stutter and slow.
The grip on your face turns soft, thumb caressing your cheek. Your chest is rising and falling, catching your breath. You choke softly when his face moves closer into yours. His nose nudges yours, lips ghosting your softly painted ones. You close your eyes, lifting your chin softly to try and meet his lips. He doesn’t let them, instead, he’s pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.
You’re sure you could have taken more from him but Sammy’s familiar voice is heard. “I can’t find the shorts I bought!” She calls out your name. She’s getting closer.
Pope pulls away from you, tugging your shirt back down your legs, hiding your body again. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t even look at you as he walks out of the room, rushing past Sammy as she makes her way onto the back patio. She watches him curiously before turning back to you. “The hell is his issue?”
Your eyes are wide, “oh my god, Sammy. He just fucking fingered me.”
☆ ☆ ☆ authors note . . . hey… hey… what yall doing… okay deadass honest opinion. tnd and ino is my first “real” smut and it’s not my forte AT ALL so i hope you all love it hehehehe (this is also not edited… bear with me)
warnings . . . curse words, lewd convo, Baz being a bad father as usual, reader standing on business? maybe?, ppd, cheating, daddy issues
☆ ☆ ☆ authors note . . . im working on my reqs for my celebration and its soooo fun i love the ideas yall have given me :P also wrote this at work like usual so IGNORE any mistakes mwah mwah
warnings . . . lewd jokes, mentions of blowjobs, you know the typical but nothing crazy haha
Dramatic is what you are. It’s been told to you most of your life. Dramatic with your emotions. With how you need people. With how you help people.
So, when Lena Blackwell mentioned wanting a Nee-doh, you made a clear cut plan to get it for her. Only, there’s none. Every Target is empty. Every Walmart is empty. Every Barnes and Nobles. Every Staples. Every CVS. Every Walgreens. Every fucking chain store? Out. You’ve been driving around for hours at this point and you’re pissed.
Texting Pope was a last minute decision. There’s not much he can do, but Sammy’s in class, Nicky and J are out of town enjoying a couples weekend. And you need someone with you at all times, especially when this exasperated.
“What happened?” Pope is jumping out of the driver's seat and rushing to you.
You’re grinning at his frantic manner. At the way his eyes scour your face, looking for a single sign of discomfort in you. You. Pope Cody is worried about you. His hands are on your face inspecting you.
“People are vultures.” He’s confused at your words.
“What?”
You sigh, “I’ve been driving for hours and gas prices are insane right now, Pope!”
He pulls away from you, lightly shoving your face from him. “So nothing's wrong?”
“Hey,” you glare up at him, “we need to go to Encinitas to—“
“We?” He’s upset. Your smile falls as you take a step closer to him.
“Why are you angry? I just said I needed you—“
“I thought you were hurt.”
“Pope, you’re cool and all and I really want to fuck but if I were hurt, I wouldn’t call you.” You let the words settle and the guilt at the way his jaw clenches and how he turns from you, makes you feel worse. “Not like that. I know you’d help me. I’m just saying… I love going to the hospital for any little scrape. If I were hurt I would go—“
“To me.” He interrupts you. Still, he’s not looking at you. His eyes are on the ground, his hands gripping onto the car door of his passenger seat. “You come to me.”
“Or I can go to-“
“Me.”
You laugh, “no, I can go to—“
“Me.”
“Pope! Stop!” You laugh, smacking his arm. “I’ll go when I—“
“Always.”
“Pope!” You groan, “let me ta—“
“No.”
“Pope!”
He opens the car door some more. “Get in. I’ll drive us.”
You pinch his side as you move past him and into his car, his hands pushing yours away and slamming the door shut. You don’t flinch, sitting back in content as he climbs into his truck. “Where to?”
You pull your phone out, “I called this target and they said they only had a few left and I offered to blow the guy if he saved me one.”
“You did what?”
You snort out a laugh, “I’m kidding, Pope. I begged and he said he can only save me one.”
“You joke too much about sex.” He puts the car in reverse, immediately driving you to that location. It’s quite a drive, especially since you’re about to hit peak traffic but you know it’s worth it for Lena.
It’s quiet as he drives. An awkward quiet. This is the longest time you’ve ever spent with him, especially since the last incident. And you weren’t lying when you said he makes you shy. He’s so handsome and so grown. In the way you always like your men, their age showing around their eyes.
They’re stuck on the highway when you decide to speak, “j told me it’s your birthday soon.”
“J needs to mind his business.”
“J is amazing. Why are you so mean to him?”
He doesn’t respond. You sigh, shrugging. “Doesn’t matter. What do you want?”
He turns to you, eyebrows furrowed with that familiar scowl of his. “What?”
“For your birthday gift. What do you want?”
He shakes his head with a roll of his eyes, shoving your face softly again. “I don’t need a gift.”
“Oh, you’re getting a gift.” You smack his hand away from you. “Whether it’s money or a candle or my body or a card—“
“You need to watch what you’re saying.” He scolds.
“Fine. Not a card.” You quip, lightly smacking his arm when you see he’s not lightening up. “Chill, Pope. I kid, I kid. I do want to get you something though. I know you’re a clean freak—“
“Am not.”
“And you’re a boxer, right? Or maybe I can turn you into a gamer. Buy you a switch so we can visit each other's islands on Animal Crossing.”
“Do not,” he stops, releasing a shaky breath. “Spend your money on me.”
“I want to. With the two jobs and my financial aid I have quite a b—“
“It’s not right.”
The conversation is annoying you, watching him carefully as he starts driving again. “What does that even mean? I want to buy you something.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” He snaps.
“Oh.” You sit in silence for a moment, nodding as you slump back into the seat. You’re embarrassed now. Of course he doesn’t want anything from you. You’re a nuisance to him. There are moments when you feel you’re finally making way into his heart but it’s times like these that you realize it’s not doing much of anything.
You see that his hands are tight around his steering wheel. He doesn’t look comfortable. And you feel the guilt weighing on you again. “I can just do—“
“I need to be buying you stuff.”
His interruption makes your breath catch. “W-what?”
He shakes his head, sighing. “What do you mean ‘what’?” He pulls the visor down when he notices you’re squinting from the sun in your eyes. “Just shut up.”
You’re bursting into laughter. “Oh my god! Are you… are you a misogynist?”
He sputters, “what? Am I… am I a? No!”
You’re wheezing, holding your stomach as you’re doubling over in laughter. “Oh my god! You’re… that’s your thing. You like taking care of people! Pope, that is sooooo sweet!” You squeal in awe. “Pope, do you want to take care of me? Does that turn you on?”
“Shut up.” He seethes as you keep going.
Getting to the store is fast, you rush inside, slipping in your slides. You get to the return checkout, “hello? Hello! Hi, hi, honey. I called earlier about the—“
The lady in the vest sighs, “the Nee-Doh’s?”
You nod with a polite smile, “yes. Those things.”
She eyes you wearily, “is it for a child?”
Your eyebrows furrow, “uhm… yes. It’s a toy, right?”
“Yeah… adults keep buying them.” She reaches beneath the counter and she pulls dozens of boxes of the toys.
Your eyes light up in wonder. “Oh my god. He saved me the dumplings too? I love him.” Him being the worker you spoke to on the phone.
“Love who?” Pope is finally walking into the store, standing behind you, looking over at the countless squishies. “Those things are ugly.”
You try to elbow him but he easily grabs your arm, settling you down. You turn back to the cashier. “Can I buy them all? The heart of a young girl depends on this.”
The girl seems to mull it over. “Sure. I don’t care. Just make it quick, I'm off in five.”
You leave the store with a bag full of the popular toys that Lena’s been telling you about.
“I can’t believe you just spent two hundred on toys.” Pope scoffs from behind you.
You shrug easily, “it’s for Lena.”
He hums as he opens the car door for you, letting you slip in. “You really do care for her?”
You nod, looking up at that face of his you absolutely adore. You’re smiling so prettily at him, “yeah. Of course I do. She’s impossible not to love.”
It’s quick. You almost think you’ve imagined it. The way his lips press to your forehead. It’s not long. He pulls away quickly, getting into his seat. “Shut up.” You don’t dare say anything.
authors note . . . unedited and a late update hehehe
warnings . . . typical curse words, lewd language, talks of a blowjob, cheater baz, small mentions of child abuse because lying to them about the other parent is 😒😒😒, baz being a creep, reader lying again
☆ ☆ ☆ authors note . . . i can not stress enough… this is a huge AU 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 pls don’t read this and say this isn’t accurate… I know it’s not… im making it up 😭😭😭😭
summary: april fool's aka john shen's second favorite holiday dawns again at PTMC and the annual prankfest continues.
warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, typical crack fic, slight bullying of frank langdon and james ogilvie, shen is reader's evil twin, roommates with santos & whitaker trope, jack abbot x reader yum!
a/n: this was sitting in my drafts whooopsies, i've had to stay off of my pitt socials because i'm getting spoilers :'( but!!! i've managed to stay clear today somehow! in other news, my town flooded so that's been fun while i've been home lol!!!! i'm so excited for tomorrow i can hardly wait. enjoy baddies!
synopsis: it’s been 3 weeks since you settled the tension between yourself and jack — a cutesy chapter for some comedic relief and fluff before it (potentially) goes downhill again!
c/w; use of pet names; fluffy fluff; terrible attempt at comedy; jack abbot x reader (not dating — but not just friends); short-ish chapter; filler but provides context for how reader & jacks relationship is developing; reader standing her ground; f!reader (she/her pronouns); suggestive comments; TIMES ON THE MESSAGES DONT MATCH - THIS IS 3 WEEKS AFTER LAST CHAPTER & DURING DAY SHIFT
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A/N: guys i was lowk gonna drop this whole smau and delete my account because my bsfs hunted me down and found this fic yesterday i lob them but the fear….the fear. ALSO. TAGLIST IS CLOSED BC I DIDNT REALISE U COULD ONLY HAVE 50 PEOPLE 💔 ANYONE WHO ASKED ON THE LAST CHAPTER & I SAID YES TO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT REALISE…sorry for this filler im wracking my brain on how to progress
summary : a few posts of being samira's soon to be wife.
all pictures are from pinterest <3 likes and comments are appreciated. please request, if you like, for any other character or actors of the pitt.
note : It's a short one but i really wanted to publish this since a lot of people liked the first one <33 plus i'm still sad about supriya not returning to the pitt for season 3.
masterlist /part one
♫ SO EASY (TO FALL IN LOVE) - OLIVIA DEAN
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samiramohan the rest of our lives!💍🥂✨
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yourinstagram i love you so much, future wifee
samiramohan mrs. mohan ❤️❤️❤️
danaevans you are glowing ❤️
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kimmytate i need more pictures of the gorgeous diamond ring 😉
princessdela i second this!!
perlahalawi i need you to be flaunting that thing, samira
samiramohan 😈
langdon.f happy for the two of you
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cassiemckay this is what dream are made of
yourinstagram it truly is
samiramohan 🥰
melking congratulations again! 🥳
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baranalhashimi aw congratulations, samira!
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johnshen can you save me a piece of that cake?
jackabbot congratulations !
yourinstagram tone it down 🤨
trinitysantos 😭😭
♫ LADY LADY - OLIVIA DEAN
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yourinstagram the art of changing, loving and finding peace. 🤍
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samiramohan passionately in love with your eyes and smile 🤍🥺
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vic.javadi white looks good on the two of you😉
yourinstagram 😉😉
danaevans you can tell by the way you smile ♥️
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cassiemckay your smile is the cutest thing
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yourinstagram 🥺
emmynolan bride eraaa 💍🕊️𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒
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kimmytate i love when two hot people are going to get married
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baranalhashimi 🥂💍❤️
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samiramohan wedding prep 💐🤍🫧
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yourinstagram you're that girl, you've been it. 🫦
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yourinstagram my wife is so HOT
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samiramohan ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
baranalhashimi THE RING 😍
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samiramohan never getting over it !!!!
kimmytate i can't wait to see your wedding dress <3
samiramohan i cry every time i put it on
kimmytate awww
princessdela obsessed with your ring!!
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yourinstagram hehe 🥰
samiramohan thank you to my wife
just a little something meanwhile i work on stable for now! lmk if i should continue this trope :) also i got to see the finale of the pitt yesterday…so so good.