stalker!dex watching you on a date with a different man, white hot rage burning in his chest that he can barely restrain. His fingers tap on the telescope, jaw clenched and eyes twitching. The guy was staring at your tits way too much, he thinks it’s extremely inappropriate behaviour. Despite the fact he’s outside your window every night.
Cut to half an hour later, you’re calling dex sobbing saying your date stood you up mid date and you really needed a ride home!!! :(((( If you weren’t so tipsy and sad, you would’ve noticed how abnormally quick he got here.
But you were just so relieved to see him!!! he’d ask what happened so soft and gentle, tucking your hair behind your ear. He went to the bathroom and never came back, you said in a flurry of sobs and pouting.
Dex had to bite back a grin, knowing your dates body was only a few meters away in a dark alley.
Johnny spending the night with you • fluff, he’s a big dork
Johnny loves space, Johnny loves you!!
you had just finished brushing your teeth, your nightgown swaying as you stepped out of the bathroom when you looked up and nearly gasped
“Johnny!” you beamed, pausing in the doorway of your bedroom
there he was leaning casually against your vanity, a small duffel bag slung over one shoulder, like he’d just walked in from the city. he looked so out of place yet perfectly right. black slacks, white tee clinging to his chest, his hair slightly tousled
without a second thought, you walked right up to him, throwing your arms around his waist. your cheek pressed into his chest as you breathed him in. your voice was muffled slightly when you asked “What are you doing here?”
his arm wrapped around your waist “Thought I’d spend the night” he said simply, his voice a little low. a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips
you pulled back just enough to look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. full nights with Johnny were usually rare, quick kisses and short goodbyes at the window. but this? a duffel bag meant he planned it
“Really?”
he gave a single nod. “Yeah baby. brought everything”
you smiled so wide your cheeks ached. your hands slid up his chest as you tiptoed, pressing a kiss to his cheek, lips warm against his skin. just as you pulled away, the strap of your nightgown slipped down your shoulder. Johnny’s hand caught it without even looking as he gently placed it back in place. his eyes stayed on your face, that doting little smirk on his lips like you were the only thing he ever wanted to look at
“Go on” he said “Head to bed. I’ll be there in a minute.”
you nodded instantly, smile still glued to your face as you turned toward the bed. your knees made soft dents in the mattress as you climbed onto it, the frills of your nightgown rising a little as you curled up on your side, watching as Johnny set his bag down and knelt beside it, fingers tugging the zipper open with a soft zzzip. you watched from your cozy perch on the bed, chin propped up on your hand. he pulled out a folded pair of soft pajama pants, dark blue ones, probably stolen straight from the baxter building laundry rotation and a plain gray tee, which he tossed aside
without much thought, he took off the white tee he’d worn over, revealing the lean, muscles of his chest and stomach. you gasped, instantly covering your eyes with both hands, though your fingers stayed just a little parted for a peek
“Johnny!” you squeaked
he laughed. “What? you act like you’ve never seen it before” he teased, tugging on his pajama pants as he stood there in the soft glow of your bedside lamp
“I haven’t in my room like this” you said flustered, peeking out from behind your hands. he just gave you a look
and soon enough, he flopped into the bed beside you with a long sigh, the mattress dipping with his weight. his skin was still a little cool from the night air, but he radiated that heat that only Johnny Storm could. he instantly reached over and wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you gently toward him. your cheek landed against his bare chest, and you nuzzled closer
for a while, it was just quiet. his fingers tracing circles into your back through your nightgown
then he spoke
“You know…” he murmured, voice softer now. you shifted just a bit to glance up at him, resting your chin on his chest. his blue eyes were on the ceiling, that faraway look in them
“I will dedicate the rest of my life to looking up at the stars” he said quietly “Every time I see ‘em I feel… small but like I matter. you know? like they remember me. like they’re up there waitin’.”
you didn’t say anything right away. just listened, because you knew how rare it was for him to speak like this, not as the human torch, not as a superhero but as Johnny. just Johnny.
you hummed softly, letting your hand move across his chest, drawing invisible shapes there. “They probably do remember you” you said dreamily “You were up there once.“
he smiled faintly at that “Yeah… but sometimes I think the stars weren’t the most beautiful thing I saw up there.”
your brows lifted, but you didn’t ask. he looked down at you, faint smile still on his lips, and brushed his knuckles along your cheek. you didn’t know if he meant you. but the way his heart beat beneath your cheek, it felt like he did.
Johnny’s voice drifted low and full of awe as he kept talking about space, little facts he probably didn’t even realize he’d memorized. “Did you know Jupiter’s moon might have a whole ocean beneath its icy surface?” he murmured, fingertips tracing lazy patterns over your arm. “An ocean just… hidden under miles of ice. can you imagine what’s living in there?”
you shook your head slowly, eyes closed, your cheek still resting on his chest
“and saturn’s rings?” he continued, eyes lit with childlike excitement “They’re mostly made of ice. just tiny frozen fragments spinning around at like thousands of miles per hour. but they look soft, like you could fall into ‘em.”
he raised his hands slightly, gesturing as he spoke, like trying to draw it out for you in the air. “And stars? they’re not all white or yellow like we see ‘em. some burn blue, really hot and some are red giants, burning out slow.”
you didn’t understand everything he was saying. not really. but you didn’t need to. you heard it in his voice how alive he felt talking about the stars, how much wonder lived inside him when he thought of the universe. it made space seem less cold, less terrifying, not empty, but endless
“And there’s just so much to discover still” he said finally, hands coming back down to wrap around you
you tilted your head a little, chin on his chest, voice quiet “Johnny… if you could… would you go back?”
his answer was almost immediate “Yeah.” he nodded once “Yeah, I would.”
you nodded too, slowly. you knew that. you’d always known. the stars had called him once and probably always would
but there was no jealousy in you, no fear of being left behind because you understood now. space was part of him, it wasn’t a threat, it was just a dream he hadn’t finished chasing
“I hope you do” you said softly and sincerely, your fingers curling around his side
he looked down at you, something flickering in his eyes. gratitude. that you didn’t ask him to stay put, that you let him dream
“You’ll be here when I get back, right?” he asked, brushing your hair back behind your ear
“Always” you whispered, smiling up at him
you didn’t know when he’d leave. or if that day would ever come… but if it did, if the stars called him back you knew you’d be there, waiting. always
and lying in his arms, with the soft cotton of his pajama pants brushing your bare leg, his warmth all around, you felt safe, and cherished.
Johnny looked down at you, brushing his lips against your forehead “We exist under the same stars, you know” he said softly
and then he started talking again quiet, dreamy words tumbling out of him in the kind of ramble only you ever got to hear
“You’re my whole world” he murmured “you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. and I’ve seen a supernova. but it doesn’t even touch you.”
his hand found yours beneath the covers, his thumb gently brushing your knuckles
“Sometimes I think loving you feels like flyin’ through space. just floating, endless. like the universe itself” he paused, glancing down at you
you were so still, curled into him, your breathing soft and steady. he smiled faintly, pressing another kiss to your temple
“I love you” he whispered
but you didn’t answer. somewhere along the way, in that sweet lull of his voice, talking about stars, and you, and everything in between, you’d fallen asleep. safe in his arms, your fingers still curled loosely around his
he chuckled softly under his breath “of course you’d fall asleep on my big romantic moment.”
he said it full of adoration. the kind that filled up his chest so full it almost hurt
you didn’t need to say it back but he knew.
because you were the only thing in the universe he looked at the way he looked at the stars. and maybe that was the most romantic thing of all.
you, his girl, were dreaming sweet and warm beside him. dreaming of galaxies maybe, of moons and planets and love
Johnny held you tighter, his cheek resting on your hair as he whispered one last thing
“I’ll bring you the stars baby. all of ‘em. just say the word.”
she blinks at him slowly, curled up on the edge of his bed in her tights and cardigan, mascara smudged at the corners of her eyes.
“why?”
“because you said you were tired ten minutes ago, and you haven’t moved since.”
she yawns, rubbing her cheek with the back of her hand. “i was going to.”
he crouches in front of her, lifting the hem of her cardigan to pull it over her head. she raises her arms, sleepy and slow, letting him tug it off gently.
“you could help instead of bossing me around,” she mumbles.
“i am helping, baby.”
he grabs the oversized t-shirt from the foot of the bed--one of his--and pulls it over her head without asking. she doesn’t complain. she leans into him slightly, warm and soft, her hair falling forward as she wriggles into the shirt.
he smooths her hair back, quick and practiced, and brushes a few strands behind her ear.
“lie down,” he says, voice lower now. “i’ll take your tights off.”
“that’s very forward,” she mutters, but she’s already sliding down into the sheets.
he rolls his eyes “you say that like i haven’t already seen you here, just like this.”
“that was different,” she says, letting her eyes close as he pulls the blanket up over her. “i wasn’t wearing tights then.”
“not the part i noticed.”
she hums, content, and tucks herself into the pillow.
he dims the lamp and slips into bed a minute later, cigarette low between his lips, one hand trailing along her back, the other holding a book steady across his legs.
the backyard of the jacobs house looked like something out of a magazine. soft white string lights hung from the fence, glowing against the warm summer night while expensive flower arrangements sat on every table in pale pink vases. there was a giant banner stretched across the patio that read congratulations graduate! in gold lettering, and a towering cake covered in buttercream roses sitting near the kitchen doors.
it was excessive.
completely over the top.
which was exactly why nate had done it.
she stood near the center of the backyard with flushed cheeks and glossy lips, her white graduation dress puffing out around her thighs every time she spun. tiny pearls decorated the neckline and sleeves, matching the little cross necklace resting against her chest. her curled hair bounced as she laughed with her friends, holding a pink drink in one hand while the other pressed against her stomach from laughing too hard.
nate watched her from across the yard.
he leaned against the outdoor bar beside mckay and a couple other guys, a beer bottle dangling loosely between his fingers. he looked relaxed from a distance. calm. casual.
he wasn't.
his eyes tracked her every movement like a predator watching prey.
she looked too pretty tonight.
that was the problem.
everyone noticed it too.
his mom had spent the last thirty minutes practically crying over how beautiful she looked. even a few of the older women at the party kept pulling her aside to tell her how sweet she was, how polite, how refreshing she was compared to girls their age now.
nate loved hearing it.
loved when people admired her.
because she was his.
"you gonna stare at her all night?" mckay asked with a laugh.
nate took a slow sip of his beer. "probably."
mckay snorted. "you're insane."
maybe he was.
because every time she smiled at someone else, something ugly twisted in his chest.
she suddenly looked over toward him like she could feel his eyes on her. the second she spotted him, her entire face softened. a shy little smile spread across her lips before she waved sweetly.
nate's jaw unclenched instantly.
he lifted two fingers toward her lazily.
she blushed.
actually blushed.
fuck.
mckay noticed it too. "dude, she's obsessed with you."
nate smirked faintly. "i know."
the music changed to something louder, more upbeat, and her friends immediately started dragging her toward the middle of the patio to dance. she squealed softly, trying to resist, but eventually gave in with a laugh.
nate watched the entire thing.
watched her sway her hips innocently.
watched her hair fall over her shoulders.
watched the hem of her dress ride slightly higher every time she moved.
he shouldn't have felt possessive over something so harmless.
but he did.
because other people were watching now too.
he noticed the lingering stares from guys walking past the fence. noticed the way one of the college boys from town kept glancing her over while pretending not to.
nate's grip tightened around the bottle.
she was oblivious to it all.
that was what made her dangerous.
she still saw the world like it was good.
she still smiled at strangers.
still said thank you, still hugged people too long, still looked at everyone with those soft eyes like they deserved kindness.
nate knew better.
he knew exactly what men thought when they looked at girls like her.
he was one of those men.
his eyes stayed locked on her until she finally escaped the dance circle, laughing breathlessly while fixing her curls. she headed toward the drink table alone.
big mistake.
nate saw the guy approaching her before she did.
tall. blond. probably around her age.
the guy smiled the second she looked up at him.
and she smiled back politely.
nate went completely still.
"oh boy," mckay muttered quietly.
the guy said something that made her laugh softly. she tucked hair behind her ear, looking shy.
nate could feel heat crawling up the back of his neck.
the conversation kept going.
too long.
way too fucking long.
the guy leaned closer.
nate was moving before he even realized it.
he crossed the yard quickly, shoulders tense, expression unreadable. people moved aside instinctively when they noticed him coming.
she spotted him first.
her entire face brightened immediately. "nate."
the word soothed something in him for half a second.
then he looked at the guy.
"who's this?" nate asked calmly.
too calmly.
the guy straightened slightly. "uh, i'm derek."
nate stared at him.
derek shifted uncomfortably under the silence.
she looked between them innocently, clearly sensing tension now. "he was just congratulating me."
"yeah?" nate asked, eyes still on derek. "that all?"
derek laughed nervously. "man, relax."
wrong answer.
nate stepped closer. not enough to make a scene. just enough.
"you flirting with my girlfriend?"
she immediately touched nate's arm gently. "nate..."
derek raised both hands slightly. "i didn't know she had a boyfriend."
nate almost laughed at that.
because the giant fucking graduation party he paid for should have been clue enough.
instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist possessively, pulling her flush against his chest. she let out a tiny surprised noise but melted against him instantly.
"now you know," nate said.
derek muttered another apology before walking off awkwardly.
the second he disappeared into the crowd, she looked up at nate with wide eyes.
"that was mean," she whispered.
"he wanted you."
she blinked. "he was just talking."
nate looked down at her for a long moment.
she genuinely believed that.
christ.
his hand slid tighter around her waist. "you're too nice."
her cheeks turned pink at his tone. "i can't help it."
he stared at her mouth.
soft gloss.
pretty lips.
all his.
something dark and possessive settled deeper in his chest.
because tonight had made him realize something terrifying.
she was eighteen now.
beautiful.
sweet.
the kind of girl people wanted to keep.
eventually, some guy was going to try harder than derek.
eventually, someone would offer her things nate couldn't.
a softer life.
a safer life.
someone who wasn't completely fucking rotten underneath.
the thought alone made him sick.
"dance with me," he said suddenly.
her eyes widened slightly. "really?"
nate hated dancing.
everyone knew that.
he brushed hair away from her face. "yeah."
she smiled so brightly it almost hurt to look at.
"okay."
he led her toward the center of the patio just as the music shifted slower. her hands settled carefully against his shoulders while his rested on her waist.
she fit there perfectly.
like she belonged there.
her eyes stayed fixed on him the entire time they moved slowly beneath the lights.
"thank you for all this," she whispered after a minute. "you didn't have to do so much."
"wanted to."
"it's too expensive."
nate shrugged. "you deserve it."
her expression softened instantly.
fuck.
she looked at him like he was good.
like he was capable of goodness.
that was the worst part.
her fingers played lightly with the back of his neck. "my mom loves you, you know."
he almost smirked. "yeah?"
"she said no one's ever cared for me the way you do."
something twisted sharply in his chest again.
because he did care for her.
probably more than he'd ever cared about anyone.
it just wasn't healthy.
her head rested against his chest carefully. "this is my favorite night ever."
nate looked down at her silently.
mine too, he almost said.
instead, his eyes drifted across the yard again.
people were still looking at her.
watching her.
wanting her.
and for the first time in his life, nate felt something close to fear.
real fear.
because if he didn't lock this down somehow,
someone could take her away from him.
and nate jacobs wasn't built to lose things he loved.
the conversation started three weeks after graduation.
it happened on a sunday morning while rain tapped softly against the windows of nate’s bedroom. she sat cross legged in the middle of his bed wearing one of his t shirts and pale pink shorts, flipping through an old magazine while waiting for him to come back upstairs.
she looked soft.
comfortable.
domestic.
nate leaned against the doorway for a second just watching her.
his girl.
his future wife.
the future mother of his kids.
the thought had started creeping into his mind after the graduation party and it refused to leave. every time he saw her holding someone’s baby at church. every time she smiled shyly when talking about wanting a family “one day.” every time she folded his clothes while humming quietly under her breath like she already belonged in his home.
he wanted more.
wanted permanence.
wanted something that tied her to him forever.
she looked up when she noticed him staring. immediately, she smiled. “why are you looking at me like that?”
nate walked over slowly before sitting beside her on the bed. “can’t look at my girlfriend?”
her cheeks pinked instantly.
always so easy.
“you’re being weird.”
“am i?”
“mhm.”
he reached over, brushing his thumb against her thigh lazily. “you’d look good pregnant.”
the words came out casually.
too casually.
she blinked at him.
then her entire face went crimson.
“nate.”
he smirked slightly at her reaction. “what?”
she stared down at the magazine in her lap like it had suddenly become fascinating. “you can’t just say things like that.”
“why not?”
“because it’s embarrassing.”
“is it?”
she looked even more flustered now. “yes.”
nate leaned back against the headboard, watching her carefully. “i’m serious though.”
she glanced up slowly. “about what?”
“having kids.”
her lips parted slightly.
for a second, she just stared at him.
nate could practically see the gears turning in her head.
because she was old fashioned enough to take conversations like this seriously. to her, talking about babies meant marriage. commitment. forever.
which was exactly why he brought it up.
she swallowed softly. “you mean someday?”
nate shrugged. “maybe sooner.”
silence.
rain continued hitting the windows while her fingers twisted nervously in the blanket.
“i don’t know,” she admitted quietly.
nate studied her face. “you don’t know if you want kids?”
“no.” she looked horrified immediately. “i do want them.”
his chest loosened slightly.
“just not right now,” she finished softly.
there it was.
nate kept his expression neutral even though irritation sparked hot beneath his skin.
“why not?”
she looked surprised by the question. “because i’m eighteen.”
“and?”
“and that’s really young.”
“my mom had aaron young.”
she frowned slightly. “your family is also kind of insane.”
that actually made him laugh quietly.
she relaxed a little after hearing it.
“i just…” she hesitated. “i wanna get married first.”
nate tilted his head slightly. “you think i wouldn’t marry you?”
“that’s not what i meant.”
“then what did you mean?”
she chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek before answering. “i always pictured things a certain way.”
“what way?”
her voice softened. “being married first. having a house. maybe being a little older.”
nate watched her carefully.
she looked almost embarrassed admitting it.
like she worried he’d think her dreams were stupid.
instead, he reached over and tucked hair behind her ear gently. “you’d be a good mom.”
her eyes widened slightly at the sincerity in his voice.
“nate…”
“you would.”
she melted a little under the praise. he could always tell when it happened. her shoulders relaxed. her eyes got softer.
she loved approval.
especially from him.
“i’d wanna do it right,” she whispered.
nate’s jaw tightened slightly.
because in her mind, this wasn’t right.
him wanting her pregnant now sounded reckless to her.
impulsive.
she didn’t understand what it was actually about.
it wasn’t just babies.
it was security.
ownership.
love twisted into obsession so deeply that sometimes he couldn’t separate one from the other anymore.
he imagined her swollen with his kid constantly now.
imagined a ring on her finger.
imagined everyone knowing she belonged to him.
his hand slid onto her thigh again slowly. “you know i’d take care of you.”
“I know.”
“you’d never have to worry about anything.”
she smiled faintly. “i know that too.”
“then what’s stopping you?”
she looked down again.
“i’m scared.”
that caught him off guard slightly.
his expression softened despite himself. “of what?”
“messing everything up.”
he frowned. “you wouldn’t.”
“babies are huge responsibilities.” she laughed nervously. “i still forget to switch my laundry sometimes.”
nate didn’t smile.
because all he heard was no.
another no.
she noticed his silence immediately. “please don’t be upset.”
“i’m not upset.”
she gave him a look that clearly said liar.
nate sighed quietly before pulling her into his lap. she came willingly, curling against his chest while his hands settled around her waist.
“i just don’t get why waiting matters so much.”
“because it changes your whole life.”
“maybe i want that.”
she tilted her head slightly to look at him. “right now?”
“yeah.”
she stared at him carefully.
“you’re serious.”
“obviously.”
she went quiet again.
nate could practically feel her heartbeat against his chest.
“sometimes,” she admitted softly, “i think about it too.”
his grip tightened instantly.
“yeah?”
she nodded shyly.
“like when?”
her cheeks burned red immediately. “nate.”
“tell me.”
she hid her face against his shoulder. “sometimes at church when i see little families.”
fuck.
he closed his eyes briefly.
“or when your mom talks about grandkids.” her voice got quieter. “or when you hold babies.”
nate smirked faintly. “didn’t know you paid attention to that.”
“i pay attention to everything you do.”
that shouldn’t have affected him as much as it did.
his fingers slid underneath the hem of her shirt absentmindedly, tracing soft skin.
“then what’s the problem?” he murmured.
she pulled back enough to look at him. “thinking about something isn’t the same as being ready.”
there it was again.
logic.
hesitation.
fear.
nate hated it.
because he knew she’d be happy eventually. he knew she’d love being a mom. she was born for it honestly. soft spoken, nurturing, gentle.
she just needed help getting there.
“you know,” he said carefully, “there’s never really a perfect time.”
she narrowed her eyes slightly. “are you trying to manipulate me?”
he smiled lazily. “is it working?”
she rolled her eyes, but laughed softly anyway.
cute.
too cute.
“no,” she answered. “and before you ask again, my answer is still no right now.”
nate’s smile faded slightly.
she noticed immediately.
“baby…”
“it’s fine.”
“don’t do that.”
“do what?”
“get all quiet.”
he looked away toward the rain streaking down the windows.
she touched his face gently, turning him back toward her. “i love you.”
the irritation inside him softened instantly.
because she always did that.
always knew exactly what to say to keep him from slipping completely.
“i love you too,” he muttered.
she smiled softly before kissing him once.
sweet.
slow.
trusting.
nate kissed her back harder than he meant to, one hand gripping her waist tightly enough to make her gasp softly against his mouth.
his mind kept replaying one thing over and over.
not right now.
not right now.
not right now.
but eventually.
eventually she wanted the same things he did.
she just needed time.
and nate jacobs had never been particularly good at waiting.
nate became obsessed with her cycle slowly.
at first, it barely registered as something intentional.
just small things.
little questions asked casually while she curled against him in bed or stood beside him in the kitchen making coffee in one of his shirts.
“you feeling okay?”
“mhm.”
“still cramping?”
“a little.”
he’d nod like it was normal conversation, but later that night he’d remember the exact date she said it.
then came the reminders.
“did you take your pill?”
she’d glance up from her phone. “yes.”
“when?”
“this morning.”
“you sure?”
she would laugh softly every time. “yes, nate.”
she thought he was being protective.
careful.
responsible.
in reality, he was tracking everything.
her periods.
her moods.
the days she got emotional easier.
the days she got clingier.
the days she ovulated.
it got bad after she accidentally left her birth control pack at his house one weekend.
nate sat alone in his bathroom staring down at the tiny pink pills in his hand while the shower ran downstairs.
he could hear her singing faintly.
sweet and airy and completely unaware.
his jaw tightened.
all he could think about was the way she looked at babies.
the way she talked about someday.
someday.
someday.
he hated that word now.
because someday meant she still thought there was a possibility she’d leave.
maybe not intentionally.
but people left.
people changed.
shit happened.
nate needed something permanent.
something irreversible.
before he could think too hard about it, he popped one of the pills out of the pack and dropped it into the sink.
he stared at it for a long second.
then another.
his pulse pounded heavily in his ears.
this was insane.
actually insane.
he knew that.
normal people didn’t do this.
normal people didn’t tamper with their girlfriends birth control because they were terrified of losing them.
but nate had stopped pretending he was normal years ago.
he washed the pill down the drain.
when she came upstairs afterward wrapped in a fluffy towel, cheeks pink from the steam, he acted completely normal.
“you seen my pills?” she asked while rubbing moisturizer onto her face.
“on the counter.”
“thank you, baby.”
she smiled at him.
trusted him.
and nate felt almost sick from how easy it was.
after that, it escalated.
one missed pill became two.
then three.
never enough to make her suspicious.
just enough.
he researched constantly now too.
ovulation windows.
fertility rates.
the effectiveness of birth control when doses were missed.
he learned more about her body than she probably knew herself.
and then came the condoms.
that part made his hands shake the first time.
she was asleep in his bed downstairs after church, curled up beneath his blankets wearing one of those modest floral dresses she loved. he’d kissed her to sleep after lunch while rain played softly outside.
nate sat alone in the bathroom with a condom wrapper in his hand.
his expression was blank.
cold.
focused.
he poked tiny holes through the latex carefully before putting it back exactly how it was.
methodical.
controlled.
the entire time, he told himself the same thing over and over.
she’ll forgive you eventually.
because she loved him.
because once there was a baby involved, she’d have to stay.
because deep down, this was what she wanted too.
wasn’t it?
she wanted marriage.
wanted babies.
wanted a family.
he was just speeding things up.
that justification became easier to believe every day.
especially when she acted so perfect all the time.
one afternoon, she sat on the bathroom counter while curling her hair, talking absentmindedly about a family she’d seen at church.
“they had four little girls,” she said dreamily. “all of them had matching bows.”
nate stood between her knees listening carefully.
“four?” he asked.
she nodded with a smile. “it was cute.”
“you want that many?”
her face immediately turned pink. “nate.”
“what?”
“you’re impossible.”
he smirked faintly while his hands settled on her thighs. “answer the question.”
she tried focusing on her curling iron instead of him. “maybe.”
“maybe?”
“i don’t know.” she laughed shyly. “i want a lot.”
his chest tightened possessively.
mine.
all he could think was mine.
“you’d look pretty carrying my kid,” he murmured.
she nearly burned herself with the curling iron. “stop saying stuff like that.”
“why?”
“because it makes me nervous.”
“good nervous?”
she bit her lip.
that was answer enough.
nate leaned forward, kissing her slowly while she melted against him instantly.
it almost made him feel guilty sometimes.
almost.
because she loved him so openly.
so purely.
she had no idea what he was doing behind her back.
no idea he watched her calendar more closely than she did.
no idea he counted days silently in his head after they had sex.
no idea he checked the trash obsessively every month once her period week approached.
it consumed him completely.
when her next cycle finally arrived, nate nearly snapped.
he noticed her mood first.
then the cramps.
then the blood.
she frowned apologetically when she came out of the bathroom one morning. “i got my period.”
nate kept his expression neutral.
“okay.”
she blinked slightly, probably noticing the lack of reaction.
usually he babied her during her period. bought her snacks. rubbed her stomach. acted sweet.
this time, disappointment sat like poison in his chest.
another month wasted.
another fucking failure.
“you okay?” she asked softly.
he forced himself to nod. “yeah.”
but he wasn’t.
that night, after she fell asleep beside him, nate laid awake staring at the ceiling.
his mind raced endlessly.
maybe he needed to be more careful.
more consistent.
he couldn’t leave it up to chance anymore.
because now that the idea existed in his head, it had rooted itself there permanently.
he wanted her pregnant.
desperately.
violently.
completely.
the thought followed him everywhere now.
at the gym.
during class.
while driving.
he’d see mothers holding babies at grocery stores and immediately picture her.
picture a ring on her finger.
picture her swollen with his child while everyone knew exactly who she belonged to.
his obsession got worse the next month.
by then, he knew her schedule perfectly.
he knew exactly when she was most fertile.
and when that week finally came around, nate became almost impossible to escape.
he kept her in his bed constantly.
hands on her constantly. sweet talking her until she blushed and climbed willingly into his lap every single time.
“you’re clingy lately,” she giggled one night while he kissed down her throat.
“that a problem?”
“no.”
never no.
always soft.
always yielding.
his fingers slid beneath her shirt while he looked up at her flushed face.
“good girl.”
she shivered instantly at the praise.
nate’s jaw tightened.
he loved how responsive she was to him.
how eager she was to please.
it made deceiving her terrifyingly easy.
later that night, while she slept soundly against his chest, nate glanced toward the bathroom trash can.
inside sat another empty birth control packet.
three more pills missing this month.
his arm tightened around her waist possessively.
this had to work eventually.
it had to.
because nate had already crossed too many lines to turn back now.
three weeks later, nate noticed the change before she did.
it started with little things.
tiny things.
things nobody else would’ve paid attention to.
she got tired easier.
she started falling asleep against him during movies, curled into his side while he played absentmindedly with her hair. she complained quietly about headaches. one morning she gagged brushing her teeth and blamed it on toothpaste.
nate noticed everything.
every single fucking thing.
and with every new symptom, excitement curled tighter in his chest.
he tried not to get ahead of himself at first.
tried not to think about it too much.
but then she missed her period.
two days late.
then four.
by day six, nate could barely focus on anything else.
she sat cross legged on his bathroom counter that morning in one of her little pink pajama sets, looking down at the tracking app on her phone with a small crease between her brows.
“that’s weird,” she murmured.
nate leaned casually against the sink beside her. “what?”
“my period’s late.”
he forced himself not to react too quickly.
“stress maybe?”
“maybe.” she chewed on her lip softly. “it’s never usually this late though.”
his pulse thudded hard.
she looked nervous.
really nervous.
and for one split second, guilt punched sharply through his chest.
because she had no idea.
none.
she trusted him completely.
“you’ve been emotional lately too,” he said carefully.
her eyes widened slightly. “you noticed?”
of course he noticed.
he noticed everything about her.
“yeah.”
she looked embarrassed immediately. “i cried over a tiktok yesterday.”
nate almost smiled.
“what was it about?”
“a dog.”
he let out a quiet laugh and stepped between her knees, resting his hands on her thighs. “that’s not exactly unusual for you.”
“mean.”
she pouted softly, but it disappeared quickly.
her expression turned uncertain again.
“you don’t think i’m…” she lowered her voice. “pregnant?”
nate stared at her face carefully.
she looked terrified.
not horrified exactly.
just overwhelmed.
he reached up and brushed hair away from her cheek gently. “i don’t know.”
that was the truth technically.
he didn’t know.
but he hoped.
god, he hoped.
she looked down at her hands in her lap. “i’m probably overthinking.”
“maybe.”
“i mean, i take my birth control.”
the words nearly made him tense.
instead, he just nodded calmly.
“yeah.”
she sighed shakily. “it would be bad timing.”
bad timing.
nate hated hearing that.
because suddenly all he could think was there would never be good timing for her. she’d always find another excuse to wait. another reason to put it off.
school.
marriage.
money.
fear.
he couldn’t let her keep pushing it further away forever.
his thumbs rubbed soothing circles against her thighs. “if you were pregnant, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.”
her eyes lifted to his immediately.
“you say that because you’re not the one carrying it.”
“i’d still be there.”
“I know.” her voice softened instantly. “i know you would.”
that blind trust almost made him sick again.
almost.
she looked down at her stomach unconsciously.
nate noticed. his chest tightened violently.
“what if i’m not ready?” she whispered.
he stepped closer automatically. “you’d be okay.”
“how do you know?”
because i’d make sure you never had another choice.
the thought flashed through his head so fast it nearly startled him.
nate swallowed hard before answering carefully. “because you’re stronger than you think.”
her eyes got glossy unexpectedly.
hormones.
he noticed those too.
“baby,” he murmured softly.
she shook her head quickly. “sorry. i’ve just been emotional.”
he pulled her against him immediately, wrapping his arms tightly around her waist while she buried her face in his chest.
“you don’t gotta apologize.”
she clung to him harder than usual.
another sign.
nate closed his eyes briefly while holding her.
this was happening.
it had to be.
later that night, she laid sprawled across his bed in one of his hoodies while scrolling through google searches on her phone.
nate watched from beside her carefully.
“what are you reading?”
she groaned dramatically before tossing the phone onto her chest. “everything.”
“everything?”
“symptoms. forums. horror stories.” she looked at him nervously. “there’s so many scary things online.”
he reached over and pulled the phone away gently before tossing it onto the nightstand.
“stop freaking yourself out.”
“easy for you to say.”
“come here.”
she moved into his arms instantly.
always so willing with him.
nate pressed a kiss against the top of her head while she curled into his chest.
“you really think i could be pregnant?” she asked quietly.
he kept his tone neutral. “maybe.”
silence settled for a moment.
then, very softly, “would you be happy?”
nate looked down at her immediately.
she sounded vulnerable asking it.
uncertain.
he touched her jaw gently until she looked up at him.
“yeah,” he answered honestly. “i would.”
her lips parted slightly.
“really?”
“obviously.”
“even right now?”
“especially right now.”
her cheeks turned pink.
nate could practically see her trying to picture it.
a baby.
their baby.
his hand slid down slowly to rest against her stomach through the fabric of the hoodie.
the gesture made her visibly tense.
not negatively.
just emotionally.
“nate…”
he kept his palm there carefully. possessively.
“you’d look cute pregnant.”
she let out a shaky laugh. “you’re weirdly into this.”
if only she knew.
instead of answering, he kissed her softly until she relaxed again.
that night, after she finally fell asleep beside him, nate stayed awake staring at the ceiling.
his hand remained spread across her stomach the entire time.
he couldn’t stop thinking about it now.
what she’d look like carrying his kid.
what she’d sound like calling him while panicking over cravings or appointments or morning sickness.
what it would feel like knowing she was permanently tied to him forever.
for the first time in weeks, nate felt calm.
hopeful even.
because deep down, he already knew.
she was pregnant.
the pregnancy test sat unopened on the bathroom counter for almost twenty minutes before she finally worked up the courage to touch it.
she stood in front of the sink twisting her fingers together anxiously while nate leaned against the doorway watching her.
“you wanna wait a little longer?” he asked softly.
she shook her head immediately. “no, because then i’ll just keep panicking.”
nate stepped closer slowly. “okay.”
her eyes dropped back to the box. clearblue. digital.
pregnant or not pregnant.
simple.
life changing.
she let out a nervous breath. “i’m scared.”
he reached for her hand instantly, intertwining their fingers. “i know.”
she looked up at him with wide eyes. “what if it’s positive?”
nate forced himself to keep his expression calm.
worried.
supportive.
not ecstatic.
“then we figure it out.”
her throat bobbed softly when she swallowed. “together?”
“obviously together.”
she looked close to tears already.
fuck.
for a split second, guilt crawled up his spine again.
because she genuinely believed this happened accidentally.
she believed they were standing here equally confused.
nate brushed his thumb across the back of her hand gently. “you wanna take it here or at the doctor?”
she looked relieved at the second option immediately. “doctor.”
“okay.”
“i don’t trust myself to do it right.”
he almost smiled. “pretty sure peeing on a stick isn’t that complicated.”
she frowned at him weakly. “not funny.”
“little funny.”
she rolled her eyes, but her grip tightened around his hand.
an hour later, they sat in the waiting room of an obgyn office across town.
the place smelled aggressively clean.
like disinfectant and baby powder somehow mixed together.
soft instrumental music played quietly overhead while pregnant women filled most of the seats around them. one woman flipped through a parenting magazine while rubbing her huge stomach absentmindedly. another couple sat in the corner whispering excitedly over ultrasound pictures.
she noticed all of it too.
nate could tell.
she sat tucked against his side nervously, cardigan pulled tightly around herself while her knee bounced anxiously.
“baby,” he murmured quietly.
she looked up immediately.
“relax.”
“I can’t.”
“you’re shaking.”
“because i’m nervous.”
he slid his hand over her bouncing knee until it stopped moving. “whatever happens, you’ll be okay.”
she stared down at their hands for a second.
“i didn’t think this would happen so fast.”
nate’s jaw tightened slightly.
“yeah.”
she leaned against his shoulder more heavily. “do you think people will judge me?”
the question caught him off guard.
“for what?”
“if i’m pregnant.”
his expression hardened instantly. “who gives a fuck?”
she gave him a small look. “nate.”
“seriously.”
“people at church will definitely talk.”
he hated hearing that.
hated that she cared so much about disappointing people.
“they’ll get over it.”
“easy for you to say.”
nate tilted his head slightly. “you think i’d let anybody disrespect you?”
she softened immediately.
always.
“no.”
“exactly.”
before she could answer, a nurse appeared in the doorway holding a clipboard.
she called her name gently.
the color immediately drained from her face.
nate stood with her, keeping a hand against her lower back while they followed the nurse through the hallway.
the exam room felt freezing cold.
she perched nervously on the edge of the paper covered exam table while answering questions in a quiet voice.
date of last period.
symptoms.
medications.
birth control.
nate stayed silent through most of it, arms folded tightly across his chest while the nurse typed everything into the computer.
“and you’re sexually active?” the nurse asked casually.
her face turned bright red instantly. “yes.”
nate almost smirked.
cute.
the nurse nodded without caring. “okay, we’ll do a urine sample first.”
she looked horrified.
“right now?”
“mhm.”
the nurse handed her a tiny plastic cup.
she stared at it like it personally offended her.
once the nurse stepped out, she looked at nate helplessly. “this is humiliating.”
he stepped closer, resting his hands on her hips gently. “you’ll survive.”
“I hate this.”
“i know.”
“don’t laugh at me.”
“trying not to.”
she smacked his chest lightly before disappearing into the bathroom attached to the exam room.
the second the door shut, nate’s composure cracked slightly.
his pulse hammered violently now.
this was it.
after weeks of obsessing.
planning.
waiting.
he stared at the ultrasound machine sitting quietly in the corner of the room and felt something almost dizzying rush through him.
a baby.
his baby.
their baby.
the bathroom door opened again.
she emerged looking mortified while carefully handing the cup over once the nurse returned.
then came waiting.
the worst fucking part.
she sat beside nate on the exam table twisting her fingers together while he rubbed circles into her thigh absentmindedly.
“you okay?” he asked quietly.
“no.”
“wanna talk?”
“not really.”
he nodded once.
a few minutes later, the doctor finally entered.
middle aged woman. calm voice. warm smile.
she greeted them before sitting down on the rolling stool with a chart in her hand.
nate noticed the exact second she looked up.
the exact second she smiled slightly wider.
positive.
his entire body went still.
“well,” the doctor said gently, “your test came back positive.”
silence.
complete silence.
she blinked once.
then twice.
“positive?” she whispered.
the doctor nodded kindly. “you’re pregnant.”
her face lost all color.
nate immediately wrapped an arm around her waist when she swayed slightly.
“okay,” she breathed out shakily.
the doctor kept talking.
something about estimating weeks.
prenatal vitamins.
scheduling ultrasounds.
nate barely heard any of it.
because all he could focus on was her.
pregnant.
she sat frozen beside him staring down at her lap while the reality settled over her slowly.
his baby was inside her right now.
fuck.
nate had never felt anything like this before.
possessiveness.
pride.
relief.
obsession.
all of it twisted together so violently he thought it might split him open.
“do you have any questions?” the doctor asked gently.
she looked up slowly. “um…”
her eyes filled suddenly.
“i don’t know.”
the doctor softened immediately. “that’s normal.”
nate tightened his arm around her protectively while she tried not to cry.
“is everything okay?” she asked quietly. “like… healthy?”
“everything seems perfectly normal so far.”
she nodded shakily.
nate kissed the side of her head carefully while she leaned into him automatically.
the doctor handed over paperwork before explaining the next steps. more appointments. bloodwork. ultrasounds.
it all sounded terrifyingly permanent.
good.
by the time they finally walked back outside into the parking lot, the sun had started setting.
she stopped beside nate’s truck looking completely overwhelmed.
he watched her carefully.
“baby?”
she looked up at him slowly.
and then she burst into tears.
she cried the entire drive home.
quietly at first.
just soft sniffles while she stared out the passenger window with her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
then harder.
full body shaking sobs she kept trying to apologize for between breaths.
“i’m sorry,” she whispered brokenly, wiping uselessly at her face. “i don’t know why i’m crying so much.”
nate kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested heavily on her thigh.
“stop apologizing.”
she shook her head miserably. “i can’t help it.”
he knew.
hormones already.
the thought almost made something darkly satisfied settle inside him.
but looking at her like this still twisted painfully in his chest.
because despite everything, he hated seeing her upset.
even when he caused it.
by the time they pulled into his driveway, her eyes were swollen pink and glossy. she sat frozen in the passenger seat for a second after he turned the truck off.
nate looked over at her carefully. “you wanna go inside?”
she let out a shaky breath. “i don’t know.”
“baby.”
“everything feels weird.”
he understood that.
because everything had changed now.
there was no undoing this.
nate got out first before walking around to her side. he opened the door and held his hand out silently.
she stared at it for a second before taking it.
her fingers were freezing.
inside, the house was quiet.
his mom was still at work and aaron wasn’t home, leaving the entire downstairs empty except for the ticking kitchen clock and the rain starting again outside.
she immediately curled into the corner of the couch like she was trying to make herself smaller.
nate stood in front of her for a second, studying her face.
“talk to me.”
she laughed weakly through another sniffle. “what am i even supposed to say?”
“whatever you’re thinking.”
her eyes dropped to her stomach instinctively.
that simple movement made something possessive flare violently in nate’s chest again.
mine.
“i’m pregnant,” she whispered like she still couldn’t believe it.
nate sat beside her slowly. “yeah.”
fresh tears filled her eyes immediately.
“i’m only eighteen.”
“you’re almost nineteen.”
she gave him an incredulous look through her tears. “that does not help.”
nate almost smiled despite the situation.
almost.
she wiped at her face again before whispering, “my parents are gonna freak out.”
“they’ll survive.”
“my mom’s literally gonna cry.”
“she cries over everything.”
that pulled a tiny laugh out of her.
good.
nate shifted closer carefully until her legs draped across his lap automatically. he rested one hand on her calf while the other brushed hair away from her wet cheeks.
“look at me.”
she did.
god, she looked scared.
he hated it.
“you’re not alone in this.”
“I know.”
“i mean it.”
more tears slipped down her face. “i know you mean it.”
and she did know.
that was the problem.
nate might’ve been manipulative and cruel and completely fucked in the head sometimes, but she never doubted that he loved her.
never.
she leaned into his touch instinctively. “are you scared?”
he considered lying.
instead, “a little.”
“really?”
“yeah.”
she looked weirdly relieved hearing that.
like she needed him to admit this wasn’t completely easy.
nate rubbed his thumb beneath her eye gently. “mostly because you’re upset.”
her lips trembled. “i didn’t wanna disappoint everyone.”
his jaw tightened immediately.
“you didn’t.”
“i did.”
“to who?”
“people at church. my family. everybody.” she looked down again. “they’re all gonna think i’m stupid.”
anger sparked hot in his chest instantly.
“you care way too much what other people think.”
“because it matters.”
“not more than this.”
she went quiet.
nate’s eyes drifted downward slowly.
to her stomach.
still flat.
still tiny.
but carrying his child.
the realization still felt unreal.
she noticed where he was looking and immediately wrapped her arms around herself again nervously.
“this feels scary,” she admitted.
“what part?”
“all of it.”
nate leaned back slightly against the couch while keeping her legs over his lap.
“you wanna know what i think?”
she nodded weakly.
“I think you’re gonna be really fucking good at this.”
her eyes softened instantly.
“nate…”
“you are.”
“how would you know?”
“because you’re already good at taking care of people.”
she looked down shyly at that.
“you take care of me all the time.”
a faint pink flush crept into her cheeks despite the tears.
“that’s different.”
“not really.”
he meant it too.
she was nurturing without even realizing it.
always checking on him.
always fixing little things.
always making sure he ate, slept, calmed down.
softness came naturally to her.
nate moved closer until he could pull her fully into his lap. she curled against his chest immediately, face hidden in his neck while his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
protective. possessive. complete.
“what if i’m a bad mom?” she whispered suddenly.
the question startled him.
he pulled back just enough to look at her. “where the fuck is that coming from?”
she shrugged helplessly. “i don’t know.”
“you’d never be bad at it.”
“you can’t know that.”
“i do know that.”
she looked unconvinced.
nate’s hands slid up her back slowly. “you know what kind of moms are bad?”
she blinked at him.
“selfish ones. cruel ones. people who don’t care.” his jaw tightened briefly. “that’s not you.”
her expression softened painfully.
because she knew exactly who he was thinking about.
his mom.
maybe even his dad too.
she touched his face gently. “you’d be a good dad.”
the words hit him harder than expected.
nate actually looked away for a second.
because he wasn’t sure he believed that.
obsessed?
yes.
protective?
absolutely.
good?
he didn’t know.
she noticed the hesitation immediately.
“hey.” her voice softened. “you would.”
he stared at her silently. she always saw the best version of him, even when it didn’t exist.
“you already take care of me,” she continued quietly. “and you love really hard.”
if only she knew how true that was.
his hand slid down instinctively until it rested against her stomach again.
this time she didn’t tense.
she just looked nervous.
emotional.
“there’s really a baby in there,” she whispered.
nate’s chest tightened almost painfully.
“yeah.”
her fingers slowly covered his hand.
small.
warm.
trusting.
“that’s crazy.”
“little bit.”
she laughed softly through her tears before suddenly crying again.
nate sighed quietly. “c’mere.”
he held her while she cried against his chest for nearly twenty minutes straight.
about her parents, about being scared, about labor hurting, about stretch marks, about not knowing what to do.
nate listened to every single fear patiently while rubbing her back and kissing her hair.
and the entire time, beneath all the concern and comfort and reassurance, one thought repeated endlessly inside his head.
she was his now. completely and utterly his.
tags: @sharkgirlie29
a/n: i only proofread this once so sorry in advance 😭
— ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ — the salty air and the rhythmic hum of the tires against the road were usually enough to lull you into a peaceful sleep after a long day at the beach, but today every pebble seemed to keep you wide awake and restless. harry glanced over, his eyes meeting yours briefly before returning to the road. he’d already asked you three times what was wrong, and each time you’d offered nothing but a shrug with your crossed arms and a pout. “i know you didn’t wanna go home babydoll but it’s gettin’ late.” his voice soft but warning. you whined, turning your back to him in the passenger seat. harry sighed, a sound just audible enough to let you know his patience was wearing thin. “just try to relax, yeah? we both had a long day.” but relaxing was the last thing on your mind.
with each mile your behavior seemed to worsen. you sighed louder, whined more, and tossed and turned in your seat. finally harry spoke again, his voice dangerously low. “alright, that’s it.” he pulled into a field in the middle of nowhere. “back.” he said undoing his seatbelt, your eyebrows furrowing confused. “get in the back.” his eyes darkened and his voice hardened.
you undid your seatbelt and climbed in the back with a lump in your throat. you knew you had pushed him too far, and now you were going to suffer the consequences. he sat besides you in the back and examined your face as you stared at him like a deer in headlights. he bent you over his lap and you knew what was next. you laid across his lap and let out a sniffle. “don’t cry now babydoll, i haven’t even started.” he pulled your shorts down. “you tease me all day at the beach wearing this.. and then act like a damn brat on the way home.” he tsked pulling down your bikini bottoms. “so wet f’me already and i haven’t even touched you.” you whined and put your head in your hands shyly. “count.” harry said as he started spanking you hard, rough, mean.
by the time he got to five you had tears in your eyes. “look at me babydoll.” he sighed. “are you gonna be a good girl now?” you nodded violently as he wiped your tears. “that’s my girl” he praised as he kissed your forehead softly.
loud trap music boomed through the speakers, bass echoing through the air of tannyhill as rafe adjusted his hips, throwing his head back with a shit-eating grin, his nostril dusted with a remanence of the finely cut coke that once laid neatly lined up on the coffee table beside his titanium amex card. running a hand through his stringy strands, rafe lets out a relaxed huff as he straightens himself out, bringing his intoxicated gaze to the flimsy wad of cash that rested in his free hand.
you were a bit skittish about trying coke for the first time, let alone purchasing it on your own, so having to do it in the midst of a party left you all shy and timid.
everything about you screamed fabulosity — you always wore the finest of vintage designer clothes, your shiny hair remained in a bouncy bombshell blowout — perfectly trimmed layers framing your face just right, your acrylic nails remained long, the tapered edges sharp and glazed with a glittery polish. you weren’t all that spunky, as some would say, but you packed quite the attitude, if you didn’t get your way. you were doused in the shiniest of jewelry, your fingers covered in dainty diamond bands. and every accessory you owned, just so happened to be a variation of a soft powder pink! i mean, you absolutely loved pink! to the point where even the reusable straw that sat at the bottom of your birkin had to be pink. your volume set of lash extensions always remained filled in and perfectly curled, your filled lips always swelled from the shimmery plumping gloss that you smeared on them every fifteen minutes or so.
so, seeing a dainty little thing like you approaching the coffee table left rafe a bit taken aback, “um, excuse me,” you called out, suddenly too aware of just how high the slits of your baby pink ruffle tube dress sat. forcing a smile, you squirm just a bit at the strong gaze of the young man who sat before you, a joint sat behind his ear as he cocks his head to the side, “i, uh — can i buy some c—” you began, immediately silenced as he looks up at you through lowly hung eyes and a slightly opened mouth.
“y’even old enough to be here, kid?” rafe questions smugly, stealing a quick glance at your nipples that poked through the thing fabric of your dress, money still in-hand as he flicks his eyes back up to meet your shy gaze, “can’t talk now, huh? well, i don’t sell to little girls,” he adds, his pink lips remaining parted as he continues to silently sift through the countless wrinkled dollar bills that sat in his hold.
pursing your sticky swollen lips into a pout, you lightly stomp your miu miu kitten heel into the flooring of the patio, your doe eyes silently pleading with your godbrother who stood leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes knowingly, “yo, country club she’s a’ight — only a line though — s’my godsister,” your godbrother barry tuts at the young man, motioning towards you with a nod.
now still, you watch as the blue eyed man quickly flits a glance between you and barry, a chuckle of disbelief leaving his mouth as he tongues the inside of his cheek, before straightening his posture, “shit — yeah man, let me cut one up for her,” he smiles, carelessly leaving the stack of wilted bills to his side as barry motions for you to take a seat.
“eek! thank you barry, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you shriek excitedly, rushing to swing your arms around your unamused godbrother’s neck as he stiffly pats your back with pursed lips.
“yeah, yeah — one line, don’t get used to this shit either, a’ight?” barry pulls away, pointing a scolding finger at you.
feverishly nodding, you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, all peppy and anxious as you politely take a seat beside rafe, “this is my first time,” you breathe out with a coy laugh as rafe nods wordlessly, carefully pouring a small pile of coke on the glass table.
carefully slicing into the white mound with his credit card, rafe glances over at you, “yeah? m’surprised barry even allowed you to come here, pretty girls like you shouldn’t be around this, hm?” he questions, sliding his tongue over his lips and he meticulously cuts the coke into three tight lines.
“i just — i wanted to try it, just one time—” you began.
“in your pretty mouth or up your nose?” rafe sighs, leaving you wide eyed and dumbfounded. you were entirely new to this kind of thing — you were always taught that drugs were icky.
parting your lips, you shrug, your glassy eyes darting all around for your godbrother who was nowhere to be found. nervously flipping your hair over your shoulder, you watch as rafe snorts a line clean off of the glass surface, rolling his shoulders back as he swipes his nostril clean of any residue.
“i don’t kn—”
bringing a strong hand to clamp around the back of your neck, rafe smiles, his pupils blown to hell as he carefully looks you over — he could ruin you so easily, but he wouldn’t … not yet, at least.
“open your mouth, kid,” he speaks sternly, stringy strands of fringe covering his eyes as you nod obediently, parting your swollen lips, “atta girl, now this s’gonna be the first and last time y’do this shit, so enjoy it, yeah?” he decides, bringing his hand to lightly grin your chin as two fingers on his free hand gather some of the coke that rested on the table.
forcing your eyes shut, you whimper as rafe’s thick fingers slide underneath your top lip, gently smearing the powder across your gums, “gross,” you whine, your small hand latching on to rafe’s wrist as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, his eyes carefully watching the way your pupils slowly expand.
privy to the way your eyes glaze over, rafe nudges your jaw with a rough knuckle, “gotta keep those pretty eyes open, kid — s’alot the first time but y’can take it,” he tuts, earning a slow nod from you as he makes the bold decision cup a hand under your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks and ever so gently kneading into the soft skin with his fingers, “better not catch y’doin this shit after today, either — y’got that?” he questions, his bright blue eyes narrowed as you lick over your suddenly dry lips.
“i won’t!” you squeak.
“good, because now y—”
“country club, y’better back the fuck up off my godsister, before i knock y’rich boy ass out,” barry warns, causing rafe to flinch slightly as you gaze up at barry with wet eyes, your heart racing in your chest, “c’mon babydoll, m’takin you home,” barry whistles, your eyes quickly darting to rafe with parted swollen lips as you sent him an apologetic pout.
jumping to stand on your mule-clad feet, you take a steadying breath before sending a perky wave towards rafe, “bye!” you chirp, spinning to follow barry, your dress blowing up to give rafe the quickest peek at the hot pink thong that clung to your plump ass.
rafe was going to get himself killed messing around with you, but fuck, it would be so worth it.
Babydoll is softness made tangible - someone who lives wrapped in blush tones and gentle quiet.
Her world smells faintly of vanilla and clean linen, all warm lamplight and gold-dusted evenings.
She loves pretty things the way some people love music: instinctively, reverently.
Lace dresses hang neatly in a wardrobe curated in pinks, creams, and florals, each piece chosen because it feels like comfort, like home.
She moves through life slowly, tenderly - cradling sleepy bunnies, collecting plush companions that sit side by side like they keep each other company when her room is empty.
Her space is a sanctuary: a vintage vanity cluttered with flowers and trinkets, mirrors reflecting soft light, a bed always perfectly made but clearly lived in.
Even the smallest details matter to her - heart-shaped cookies frosted with care, petals arranged just right, ribbons never rushed into place.
Babydoll is gentle but intentional, sweet without being fragile. There’s a quiet devotion in the way she curates her surroundings, like she’s building a world that feels safe to exist in. Everything she touches becomes softer, warmer - proof that tenderness can be a way of living, not just a mood.
Babydoll who when she first met her Stevie she was a shy little thing.
She started out quiet in bed, Stevie noticed how she would bite her lips raw to keep herself from making a peep. And safe to stay he did not appreciate it.
"baby, stop biting your lip. wanna hear you pretty girl.. don't hide from me."
Babydoll who's truly a very needy girl.
who'll pull at her man's sleeve, tugging till he gives her what she wants.
Babydoll and Steve who fuck like bunnies.
Babydoll who secretly wants her Stevie to tie her up.
Babydoll who loses her v - card to Stevie.
Babydoll who relishes in that soft floaty feeling she gets when her man makes her cum.
Babydoll who squirted on Stevie once and was so embarrassed at her body's betrayal. ((her man loved it and plans on making her do it over and over and over again.))
Babydoll who silently hopes one day Stevie won't pull out and just fill her up, who hopes that he'll fuck a baby into her.
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