#why does topper still exist

[donatellawritings]

rafe x latina!reader who backs it up on him teeheheheee

i’m blushing :3

obnoxiously loud trap music blared through the speakers of topper’s house, the intense vibration of the bass, coupled with the multiple shots of tequila you’d taken earlier tantalizing you as your every inhibition ceased to exist in this very moment. your smudged and glossy mouth expanded into a drunken grin as you rolled your lace miniskirt-clad hips, your french manicured nails cascading over your the swells of your perky breasts, tracing the lining of your matching lace bandeau top, its hem neatly wedged underneath the plump curve of your boobs. a tipsy giggle left your lips as you grabbed ahold of kiara’s hand, swaying your hips side to side as you beckoned for her to dance with you.

your cousin had solely accompanied you with the intent to keep a watchful eye over you, she didn’t miss how rafe had kept his bright blue eyes on yours throughout the duration of the night — he’d been the one to invite you to the party, eager to see just how you let loose after your initial introduction just a few weeks prior. much to kiara’s distaste, you had accepted rafe’s invitation with a cheesy smile, of course flaunting your body in the skimpiest outfit you could find. you loved having an excuse to show yourself off like the doll you were, your face painted in glittery and smoky makeup, your wispy eyelashes perfectly curled, blown-out hair perfectly tousled, and swollen lips glossed in dior.

a dramatic gasp escaped your lips as the music continued to vibrate through the speakers, your doe eyes widened in excitement, “kie, s’my favorite song,” you slurred for about the tenth time in an hour, pulling your lips into a pout as you cousin forced a tight-lipped smile at you, “why don’t y’wanna dance with me?” you whined, dismissively rolling your eyes at kie as she parted her lips to spew a lame excuse. your glazed over eyes widened as a cool hand rested firmly against the exposed small of your back, a dopey smile pulling on your glossy lips as rafe came into your hazy line of vision.

flashing his million dollar smile at you, rafe kept the palm of his hand against your warm skin, leaving you a blushy and tipsy mess as he acknowledge kie’s presence with a curt nod of his head, before returning his attention to you as he tapped his ringed finger against your lower back, “what’s wrong, princess — a pretty girl like you, shouldn’t be pouting at a party,” he teased, bringing his bottle of beer to his pink lips as you bit down into the fat of your bottom lip with a coy shrug. rafe’s hand smoothly slid to rest on the curve of your hip as his staggering height leaned in closer to you, his warm breath hitting the shell of your ear, “y’can dance with me, if you want to, mama,” he spoke, loud enough the cut through the music, but low enough for only you to hear.

nodding your head, you rested your small hand on rafe’s flexed arm as you leaned up on the tips of your toes, “only if you let me finish that,” you pointed to his quarter-filled bottle, eager to fill yourself with some more liquid courage as rafe glanced at his bottle, a smirk playing on his lips as he nodded in agreeance, swallowing thickly, his tanned neck adorned by his gold chain that peeked from underneath the collar of his t-shirt.

suddenly, rafe’s hand gently grabbed ahold of your jaw as he angled your head back, a flustered sigh leaving his lips at the sight of you wet and inviting mouth, “stand still, a’ight?” he huffed, his lips parting as he poured the remaining beer from his bottle, straight into your mouth, his tongue sliding over his bottom lip as you held onto his waist, a victorious chuckle escaping your throat as you swallowed down the bitterly frigid liquid. “y’took that shit like a pro,” he praised, a dopey grin painted on his handsomely structured face as you brought your tipsy gaze to meet his, your glossy lips now shining from the stray drips of beer.

swinging an arm around the back of your neck, rafe pulled you in close, his lowly hung eyes meeting kiara’s displeased gaze as you stumbled into his side, “m’gonna take her to dance — i got her tonight,” he decided, craning his neck back to search your eyes for any signs of displeasure, his chest burning with pride as you wordlessly nodded, before excitedly grabbing his large hand and dragging him away from your strictly unamused cousin.

“i love you, kie — besitos!” you called out, quickly mouthing a ‘sorry’ to your cousin before dragging rafe to the nearest corner you could find, your bright eyes widening as you found a dark and secluded corner in the back of topper’s living room.

it only took a few seconds for rafe to spin you so that he leaned against the wall, his long legs spread as he snaked his toned arms around your front, pulling you flush against him. your eager pussy ached at the feeling of his bulge pressed against your ass, the thin lace material of your skirt failing to properly conceal you. this is what it feels like by banks began to hum through the speakers, a content hum vibrating through your supple lips as you slowly rolled your hips to match the rhythm of the song, your nose exhaling a content sigh as you rolled your hips harder against rafe’s clothed-erection.

“shit,” rafe sighs, running a hand over his shaven face as he watches the plush curve of your ass rub perfectly against the thick tip of his achingly hard cock. so much so, that he’d pulled up his shirt, exposing his hard stomach as he held the hem of his shirt between his sharp teeth. “y’so fuckin’ pretty,” he huffs, biting down into the fabric as you rolled your hips just a bit faster, a mischievous smile playing on your smeared and swollen mouth as you leaned the back of your head against rafe’s shoulder, pressing your ass harder against him.

if you continued this, rafe knew that he’d pathetically cum in his pants, placing his heavy hand on your hip in a failed effort to at least, pause your movements. “m’gonna cum, if you keep doin’ that,” he warned, his voice strained as he allowed the hem of his shirt to fall from between his teeth. rafe’s stomach tightened as you looked up at him through your wispy lashes, a bit back moan leaving your lips as you pressed firmly against rafe’s strained cock. shaking his head, rafe flipped the two of you, pushing you up against the wall, mushing his lips against yours in a greedy and sloppy kiss.

“been watchin’ you shake your little ass all night, mama,” he moaned, his breathing heavy as you hiked one of your legs around his waist, your acrylic nails scratching at the buzzed hair at the nape of his neck. rafe mindlessly rolled his hips into yours, his sensitive tip aching at the friction as you bit down into his bottom lip with a throaty moan.

there was a damaged part of you that got off on knowing that you were about to make rafe cameron cum right in his pants. yet, you couldn’t deny the delicious friction that came with his clothed cock pressing right against your wet panty-covered pussy. “keep going, papi, please,” you moaned, swallowing as rafe’s tongue slid flat against yours, his hand now cradling the back of your head as he pressed his forehead to yours, both of you still engrossed in your messy kiss as rafe rolls his hips into yours a few more times, letting out a strained moan into your mouth as you lowered your now jellylike leg.

rafe continued the kiss for a few more seconds as he came down from his high, his blown pupils meeting yours as the two of you shared a knowing laugh. “did me calling you papi, make you cum?” you asked sweetly, your bright eyes wide with anticipation as rafe playfully mushed your cheeks together with one hand, adjusting the hem of your ridden up skirt with the other.

“just don’t call anyone else that, y’understand?” he spoke sternly, thankful for the dark environment of topper’s house as he grabbed ahold of your waist, placing you to stand directly in front of him, concealing the sticky mess he’d left on the fabric of his khakis.

with a blushing smile, you nodded compliantly, “understood, papi.”

now donning a prideful smirk, rafe nods to himself, “m’gonna take you home with me,” he decided, his tone firm as you wordlessly agreed, rubbing your small hand against the warm and sticky patch that darkened rafe’s pants with a shit-eating grin on your face.

#anon #asks #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx #obx imagine #sweetheart!reader

[thecameronchronicles]

Midsummers

TW: Brief angst. Smut. Language.  DOM!Rafe.

SUMMARY: The night that was supposed to be the one you'd always dreamed of takes an unexpected, and erotic, turn, with an unexpected person. 

WORD COUNT: 2700

REQUESTED:

hiii i have a rafe request if you get the chance!! maybe a sarah’s friend reader who gets cheated on by jj, so sarah makes rafe ask her to midsummers and things get spicy!? love your writing💕🥰

Midsummers

You had spent the last two weeks barreling through boutique after boutique just to get the perfect dress for tonight. Where others would use tonight to display their riches through some ensemble or conversation about upcoming events within their lives, you had articulated every detail to raise your confidence enough to finally act on your crush. But as you stood before the mirror with Sarah's encouraging words swirling in your mind, you were blissfully unaware of the second set of eyes that had made note of you. Still a set of eyes wore the same Cameron name, but not the ones you expected. And ones you never noticed having observed you this way. Just as they always had. 

"Whoa!" Topper exclaimed as you emerged from within the rear of the Island Inn Resort where the annual Midsummers event was being held. 

"I just saw him..." Sarah explained as you looked at the small collective of pogues banding together once JJ happened to draw the attention of one of the security guards. But as you'd hoped to have finally had a chance to express your unwavering feelings for him, you watched him dote over Kiara. The way she stood up for him. The way he wrapped her into a spin as she left the scene had been enough to not only squander your feelings for him but also any possibility of him learning of why you'd spent so much time in an appearance you usually left decorated barely. 

"All pogues are idiots." Rafe's voice sent your hand to your cheeks to quickly brush away any  evidence of your heartache. 

"They shouldn't even be allowed on the property...broke so many glasses that Rose is going to have a conniption." You scoffed at this as you saw the beginning of this take hold as she was just in earshot to hear her rage against members of the help. 

"Drink?" He offered as you looked at the bottle he'd hijacked from behind the bar and considered the numb feeling it could offer. But much like a crush, you knew the risk and ride was not worth the hangover the next day. 

"I think I'll just go home..."

"What? No! At least not until you dance with me.'

"Rafe Cameron doesn't dance."

"He does right now." He stood, extending his hand as you led him towards the remainder of the guests before he pulled you back towards him. 

"For you." A soft sway began with the distant music supplying the perfect ambiance for what should have been a pristine romantic moment. But in your attempts to feel such things, you would be met with that dull ache of a broken heart. Yet, there existed a comfort in his arms. A safety. All because he was the friend you'd known and appreciated, even despite his flaws. The soft pattern of his heartbeat existed as a lullaby of sorts to your tired pain as you basked in it as long as you could. 

"Guys like JJ can't appreciate beautiful things..." Rafe explained as he'd pulled away from you just long enough to brush a hair from your cheek. 

"They just taint it...But...Can I ask you something?" You nodded, his soft eyes suddenly evading your own. 

"I overheard you and Sarah...all the shit you did for him tonight...and...I just...why him? I mean you could have any guy here...So...why some pogue who doesn't even notice it?"

"Because I don't want to be stuck, Rafe. I can see it in so many people here. The way they look deadpanned at everything and... they're miserable and it's terrifying. So I want a love, even for just the summer, that I can look back on and know it's possible...even if it hurts." 

"And you thought Maybank was that?"

"I hoped." Suddenly Rafe surprised you, a hand set on either cheek as his steps stopped. 

"What if someone felt the same about you? Maybe someone you didn't...notice?"

"Rafe?" His lips rushed against yours. 

He was a friend. He was your best friend's brother. But he was also always there when you needed him. He was a source of a smile when your cheeks were stained with tears. He was those arms you ran to when you had moments like this. Most of them having been founded on convenient timing or the fact Sarah was busy. But you'd never thought of him beyond those former titles. Because of what he was. Forbidden. A risk. And yet, the way he held you now, you would wage war against the world to keep his touch to you. 

His fingers were behaved at your hips but informing you of his need as he dug into the satin fabric beneath the curved fingertips. Once he was relieved to find your response to him, he used that grip to bring you harder into him. A tongue brushing your bottom lip sent your lips into a delicate part whereas your fingers became wrapped around the lapels of his suit, leading him even closer. 

"Rafe-" The breathless sound of his name led him to need more of you. All of you. But he was too impatient to guide you to any of the room of the hotel. Instead, he pulled you to the direction of the nearby wall where he could bask in your winded pattern of attempted breathing. 

"The first thing he should have done was told you how beautiful you look..." He explained while his hands moved down from your cheeks and to your hips, tracing over your breasts with a sinister grin that informed you that he knew his exact effect on you. 

"I watched you stand in front of that mirror fixing every hair...every line made in the dress as you checked yourself from every angle. All wanting to look perfect for someone who isn't deserving of seeing you in this dress...much less out of it..." Your cheeks flushed in crimson as your lips parted to speak. 

"I want to earn it. Even if it takes all night...I want to earn each and every one of those little moans and whimpers he'll never know..." Your eyes widened before he kissed you again. This time, one hand at your breast as the other lowered between your legs. A slit of your dress made this possible as you relaxed your stance, only to feel it then tighten from his touch. He teased your sex over your clothed clit before setting your leg at his hip. His thumb brushed the sight of your panties, possible from this angle and the fit of your dress. 

"You chose blue for him? Be honest." You nodded before he suddenly tore them from your hip. A gasp emerged behind illuminated yet lust blown eyes. 

"You wear red for me. Or you wear nothing." His hand took a form but cautious hold of your jaw. "If you choose nothing, you're giving every consent to let me touch you when I want. And I'll take it. Whenever. Wherever..." 

"Please..." Your cheeks became feverish from his words. The simple idea of him, in any context, was unbelievable. And yet, he was the salve to your raw wound. 

"You think I'd let anyone else see that face right now...let alone when you come? I don't think so...I've earned it...why do they get to enjoy it?"

"Please, Rafe...I'll be quiet." To this, his lips spread into a wide grin. 

"You don't understand. I want you to scream for me...only me." He led the hand to your face down to your hand before he collected your panties and brought you into the heart of the hotel. Guests who knew both of your families had attempted to stop you, but Rafe made an excuse you did care to note. 

"You got a room?" You asked as he pinned you against the door as it came open, the sound access granted by an electronic click making your heart skip in excitement. 

"The suite for the chair of the committee. It's Rose's niece's...but she's busy with Kelce...So tonight… it's ours and you're mine." He paused for a second. 

"If you want to be. You get one chance to walk away-" 

"I don't want to."

"I can't promise to be gentle..." You took a step closer to him, hands back on the lapels of his suit. 

"I don't want gentle. I want..."

"I'll give you everything you've ever wanted. All you have to do is say it." He explained. 

"You." He collected you into a tender kiss as your fingers were desperate to assess him. The stone torso beneath rose with humor validated from a smirk. 

"We have all night..."

"I need to feel you...all of you.." He grunted. 

"Take this dress off. Slowly." You bit your bottom lip as he pulled his cufflinks loose. Your eyes remained on his before he moved to you again. 

"I changed my mind, turn around." You obliged, now facing the bed as you felt him remove your zipper. Your breath hitched to the bare skin kissed by the backs of his knuckles. 

"He doesn't deserve to see you like this..." He explained as you turned to face him. 

"Jesus..." He released a deep exhale as you ran your hands at his naked torso. But as you tried to adore his physique as you allowed him, your wrists were bound. But only for a breath as he led you towards the bed. 

"You're so fucking beautiful. I could stare at you all night. But I've done that for the last five years...I think my patience should be rewarded." Before you could speak, you were taken to the bed until his weight pinned you beneath him. You were pulled to his desire, hands set over your head. 

"Don't move them unless it's to grip the sheets." You nodded as he began a trail of kisses from your jaw to your navel, taking a moment to appreciate each breast. 

"I didn't think you'd grip them quite yet...'

"But your hands feel so good..."

"I'm just getting started, baby..." He continued his descent until he came over your sex. His breath leaving you cold beneath as he smirked  to the way you groaned for him. The expression of necessity making him lick his lips. 

"You can be as loud as you want for me. Don't insult me by trying to be all ladylike..." He offered one final cast of the raise of his grin before his tongue came to your clit. 

"You already taste so good for me...all for me." You nodded as you reached for his hair, his body quickly returning your hands over your head. 

"You only pull when you're about to come...you're already so wet it's hard to tell." Your eyes rolled as he projected his ringed finger inside of you while his tongue returned to work. 

"Rafe!" You belted. 

"Mmm... you taste so good..." He retreated, pulling your legs wider as you fisted into the sheets above your head. 

"You really think Maybank would know how to make you grip those sheets like that?" 

"No!"

"Prove it...Say my name again. Just as desperately as before. Like you want him to hear you." As you agreed by doing exactly as he asked, he smirked into you as he built you to that orgasm. 

"How do you wanna come-"

"I don't care!" 

"I'm only going to be able to let you do it once before I need to. So tell me-"

"Right here! Don't stop!"

He teased a lick of his lips before nodding. His motions were slowed but thorough as he was a means to the way of your release. 

"Rafe!"

"You know what to do if you're close." Whimpering behind a bottom lip clenched by your teeth, you tugged tightly as his hair now disheveled by your grip. 

"Come on my face, baby..." He spoke quickly, returning to you once again as your hips were held down by his grip as you lost control in the waves made by your back. Arching and clenching, whimpering and pleading, all until you spilled over his grin. He looked at you with a wide grin. .

"Oh baby...you made such a big mess..." His smirk widened even further. 

"I want an even bigger one on my cock." He turned you to your stomach, kissing you in a rather awkward but adjusted bend, as you were taken upwards.

"This ass is almost perfect..." A slap made you yelp as his lips nearly reached his ears with pride. 

"Now it is. My handprint right here..." He rugged the assaulted skin. "Just as it should be." 

"You want my cock baby? How about we beg one more time for me? Yeah? Just one?" He almost latinized as you nodded. 

"Please, Rafe. I need you inside me..." 

"Then put me there..." He teased you with his naked cock, a motion you were too wrapped in your own bliss to notice he'd made. 

"Good girl. You know where it goes...slowly...I could come with how fucking wet and tight you already are..." You struggled to keep your moans compressed as you guided him into you. 

"Bring it back slowly baby..." He orchestrated you through his order as he guided your hair into his fist and pulled you to his chest. 

"You feel that right there?" He flexed his cock inside of you,making you shudder. .

"This is how it should always be. When it isn't in your mouth or hand..." 

"Rafe-" 

"But for right now...you're gonna prove I'm the one you're thinking of. So make me come...and maybe I'll let you just one more time..." 

"Ahhh..." You began to main as he brought you into a steady rhythm you were guided to upkeep.  Your eyes rolled to how deep and full he left you feeling the walls of your sex clenching to him just as gluttonous as his nails had been to you. 

"Fuck! You feel like heaven..." You moaned. "Faster..." You obliged, your body moving in slow strides to him, accelerating to this request. 

"Rafe please!"

"What are you begging for? If you want something, you can get it, baby...just ask..."

"Fuck me?"

"Like you mean it..."

"Fuck me, Rafe!"

"Here?" He asked, a harsh thrust stilling your movements as he continued to tease you. 

"Oh, you wanna come again? Isn't that a bit greedy?"

"I don't care...you feel so good...please..." 

"With a hand wrapped around your breast, he pulled you even closer to him. 

"You haven't even felt me here..." He explained while brushing your bottom lip. 

"Next time. I wanna feel you come inside me! Please!" You shook over him as he smirked. 

"Who am I to deny to my girl?" He began steady but unkind. Harsh thrusts led him pounding into you as the bed squeaked at mercy. Care and compassion were damned as you were taken to the crest of that second high and he was at the precipice of his first. 

"You feel so damn good, I could come inside you all night."

"Yes! Please!"

"Let's see how you handle one...you're already shaking for me baby..."

"I'm close!"

"No you're not." He explained until he began making small circles at your clit. 

"Now you are..." He smirked. This humor fading for pleasure as you felt him lead the charge to a mutual release. Perfect foreplay and timing had you calling out for one another in grunts and groans as he pulled you swiftly against his hips. 

"Tell me. Tell me whose fucking you like this."

"Rafe-!"

"Tell me whose cock owns your pussy whenever I wanna come."

"RAFE!"

"And tell me who you belong to from this moment on!" He cursed behind clenched teeth. 

"Rafe Cameron!" 

"I love how you say my name when you come." He breathed in finality, your orgasm prompting his own, as he pulled you back to his chest. Sweat connecting you as a trophy of such an example. 

"How about I make you say it again?" 

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[soliloquent-stark]

this is a bit all over the place, don't mind me. and don't keep reading if you dislike gooey stuff.

as you might know from the lovely asks i was sent (thank you, everyone 💗) it was my birthday yesterday. and unfortunately, as it often happens, some things didn't go so well. i won't go into details, but it was tough, and it sucked to cry on my birthday more than usual (teenage trauma throwback, am i rite) though i admit it was really handy to have a cake to absorb all the tears right up. 🤭

but good things happened, too! and almost all of them had one common denominator: k! (typing it out like this is so silly. she has a name. but for all intents and purposes, she's simply ✨k✨).

without even getting into the actual gifts that my fiancée got me this year—which are as always perfect and thoughtful and useful and just magic—or the cake, or the flowers, or anything else, i wanted to specifically showcase the marvel related stuff that put such a smile on my face:

yes, that balloon gave me heart attacks whenever i walked into the room. yes, i pretended to hate cringy cowboy seb then ended up giggling and blushing every time i looked at him. yes, the spiderman gift bag is from the children's section and we've gifted it back and forth at various occasions for over a year now.

also a superfamily celebration:

i loved feeling like a four year old little boy with my spiderman cake topper <3.

and i obviously won't share the rest of what she wrote, but the card included some sweet quotes i genuinely was so moved by, then i realised they sounded familiar, then i realised it's from my hedgehog fic (which was a gift to her, so honestly we're just throwing the same quotes back and forth pretending it's about steve and tony. it was never about steve and tony).

quoting my own writing back to me?? hello?? queen behaviour right there. also peak moment for me.

(side note, that's not even all the marvel stuff i got from her this birthday. i didn't include any gifts in this post. also, i wish there was a way to show everyone just how many marvel things we own (including fanmade posters, stickers, zines etc. support creators if you can. ❤️) and how much that shocks some people who visit us because it doesn't seem like it goes with the sapphic-grandma core we got going on. oh well, it does now.)

it would be impossible to list why k is the best person in the world without writing actual novels (believe me, i have tried and it was very long) and sharing way too much about her story. but just trust me when i say she is the best friend you could ever have, and she makes me feel so loved and appreciated every single day, which makes special occasions even harder because how do you even top that? well, she still manages to. every time. 🥺

i guess the point of this was to share some appreciation and further my k propaganda, because i can see all the effort and care she lovingly puts into everything she does for other people, and to let everyone know just how much of an angel she is. i don't care if it's corny. and if you've ever seen a comment written by whinysteve, or read her excited tags on a reblog, or directly talked to her, or simply perceived her existence in any form, you already know she's the fucking best. it's not an act, it's all real. should get my shit together and finally wife her up. 🥹

tl;dr: she makes any moment better by just being there; and when she sets her mind to it, you will feel the power of her kindness. at the end of day, to be loved is to be seen. and she's got the world record for best vision. ❤️‍🩹

#getting personal on main sorry folks ✌🏻️ #did i just make my birthday post all about her? yes and what of it #i am a simple girl. i see whinysteve and i fall in love

[septembersghost]

is it morally acceptable to send bcs asks in this day and age? because I am still haunted by fun and games -> waterworks kim. like her breakup was empathetic and loving but then we are punished with a scene where she looks directly at the camera and says “he is not a good person”. Feel like it was to increase the “dramatic twist” of his confession (same vibes as a workaholic finally showing up to his son’s baseball game at the end of a movie)

if it is morally unacceptable, then i encourage the sin.

you know what haunts me about this? probably repeating myself or saying things i've already expressed to you, but it reads as such a specifically female narrative punishment, such a glaring swerve for her characterization - the need to make her prostrate, make her surrender everything she has, cherishes, and has accomplished, but that isn't enough. she has to become the moral equivocator, thrust into a world that is suddenly stark black and white (this symbolism was not subtle), taken from her wonderfully fascinating complicity in a world of thoughtful, graded color into the sole person who knows the true man behind the facade, loves and abets him, and then must rebuke and renounce him in order to begin the purging of her trangressions.

she also has to serve as the catalyst for his final descent, a decision that, instead of being the slow transformation it once was, a persona worn as a suit, becomes a melodramatic gunshot into gaudy hollowed existence due to her abandonment/absence. it's the contrary of so much of what they built, so much of why she was unique and had agency of her own, she dissolves into a symbol behind the existence of saul, the bottle topper at the back of a drawer. nearly silent, exiled, stripped of true identity and achievement. (don't get me started on florida man, nobody wants to hear me lose it over that again.)

it's just a discomfiting choice for this amazing character - a woman who, two episodes prior, pointed a gun at a total stranger if it meant saving this man. who used her intellect and tenacity so consistently. who knew and saw and accepted him wholly. it's not that she shouldn't face consequences, like it's not that jimmy shouldn't (despite my extreme dislike of the implications of how that played out too), it's the WAY it was executed. it's inorganic to everything we knew to be true - because it does serve that final dramatic twist more than it serves these characters and their relationship that we knew and loved so well.

#sorry but it's always going to frustrate me #you're so right em #saulwexler #letterbox #bcs

[stedebonnit]

Ok i rewatched the trailer and I'm also looking at something Vico said at that convention about how the hardest episode for them to film (or most intense, something like that) was episode 2.

So, here's my poorly formed theory.

Episode 1 is lovelorn Stede and the establishment of Ed the wedding crasher Teach.

Episode 2, Stede is really good at tracking Ed down. Izzy has taken notice and is desperately trying to get Ed away from Stede because Izzy gets off to prefers kraken Ed

Usually, Ed is more astute and would notice the people trailing him, but whenever he isn't crashing weddings he's doing arts and crafts with wedding toppers so he's reeeally taking a backseat to captaining.

This is also why they sail head first into a storm, because Ed, who can usually predict the weather with near perfect accuracy, isn't bothering, and Izzy, as established, is a shit sailor and doesn't know the meaning of the clouds.

So, they're in a storm, a scene that I imagine was quite physically and emotionally intense to film (hence Vico saying it was intense, maybe there's even a moment of Jim thinking they won't see Olu again).

Ed is tuned out, but not as much as Izzy might think. He knew the storm was coming, at least within the last day, and he's already sick and tired of being the kraken.

So, he has a plan. They're sailing near the shore, and even in a storm, Ed is a strong swimmer. Or maybe he doesn't care much whether he makes it safely to land or not.

Either way, he's gotten everyone tied up against the ship and sailing her through the storm, he's not needed anymore, and if he were to mysteriously disappear during the storm, well, they'd all think he was dead. Whether he actually is isnt the point anymore.

The point is he doesn't have to be Blackbeard. He can be set free. He can live or die as Ed, and that's all he can ask for.

They hit a wave and Ed jumps ship, and washes up on the shore like we see in the trailer.

Izzy, for all his stupidity, doesn't believe that Blackbeard could fall off a ship in a storm. He underestimates Ed at every turn, but this time he doesn't believe it, not when believing it means he's lost his new favourite toy.

So, he let's Stede catch up with him. He decides it's time to make nice. Stede's tracked them down no matter how hard Izzy tried to drop him. They have the entire english navy after them and fucking Bonnet is the only one who made any headway in finding them.

Why?

Well, the truth is that its because Stede knows Ed, and Izzy isn't as good at losing people as he thinks, but that's for another day.

So, Izzy recruits Stede, he insists Ed isnt dead, but he's left, and Izzy needs him back. He asks if Stede has any leads on where Ed could be, and promises that he'll put up with Stede Bonnet's bizzare way of doing things if it means he can get Ed back.

Now, of course, Izzy doesn't actually plan to let this happen. The second that they find Ed he'll discreetly kill Stede and pretend like they never met. He'll do what he does best and take credit for things he hasn't done. But again, thats for another time.

The point is, Izzy asks Stede where Ed could possibly be going, and Stede has one answer.

China.

And, of course, the moment Ed does wash up on that shore very much not dead, his thoughts go to exactly the same place. He realizes that, though his heart is broken, he would still rather be free and be Ed alone than spend another day as the kraken, and if Stede wouldn't come with him to China then he can damn well do it alone.

This brings us to what we see so much of in the trailer, the unlikely duo of Stede and Izzy both equally pretending not to despise one another as they sail under a common goal. Stede, who still doesnt like Izzy but is happy to work with him if it means he can forget Izzy exists the second he's back with Ed. And Izzy, who does in fact fully intend to murder and discreetly dispose of Stede the second Ed is in his sight.

Shennanigans ensue, and that brings us to episode 3 or 4.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd theories #ofmd s2 theory #ofmd speculation #d speaks #mine #fully ready to be wrong but this hit me like a truck and was too fully formed not to post

[skratchytheclown]

Question: from what I understand in your au, Topper never actually "died." He was just... Experimented upon and deformed. Rango's body got combined with magic, attempting to create life out of fire surrounding him...(?) And Hariet just drowned.

So, why is it that Hariet isn't "dead?" Unless there's more to her story? What is making her body "act alive?"

And also, since Emar isn't really Rango (same vessel but new person in control) then... where is Rango's soul/consciousness? Gone? In the afterlife?

I think you are understanding the AU quite well!

I will eventually reveal more details about the broodals, and how they got into their current "states", but I can still give you some (hopefully) basic answers to your questions.

Unlike Rango, there was an attempt to revive Hariet directly. From what we've seen in the games, revival magic does indeed exist (not talking about 1-ups. Those don't revive people in this au, they just revitalize them.) Only Kamek is able to use revival magic correctly, and even his power is limited.

Rango is still "tethered" to Emar, somehow. This is why his new "host" takes on some of his traits, such as his accent and left-handedness. It is used like a blueprint, of sorts.

Feel free to ask more questions if you are confused about something!

[cosmermaid]

I watched Beauty and the Beast Enchanted Christmas with my friends last night and my absolute disdain for this movie came flooding back in full force so I need to rant about it.

Let me just start off by saying when I was a kid, I was not critical of any media I consumed. Either I liked all of it and thought it was good, or I just wasn't into it, thought it was boring, and stopped watching it.

Enchanted Christmas was the first and only movie I ever watched while I was still a kid that I decided was bad, and I felt gross after seeing it all the way through. I was six years old, and did not rewatch it again until now.

Because the Beast is an actual domestic abuser throughout this entire movie.

The whole premise is that the Beast was apparently cursed and transformed on Christmas day, so Christmas is a huge trigger for him and he wants to ban it entirely from the castle so he doesn't forget. Even though Belle and the rest of the castle staff want Christmas. Even though the rest of the castle staff were also cursed on Christmas, the Beast's pain is apparently the only pain that matters.

In fact he's so triggered by Christmas that he had his castle decorator, who was cursed to become a Christmas tree angel topper locked away in a box in the fucking attic this entire time? Belle, Chip and Lumiere had to sneak up there to go see her? Angelique did nothing wrong, but she basically got sealed away because of what she was cursed to turn into. And the whole experience left her feeling bitter and hopeless, and the movie just frames it like she's being needlessly pessimistic and needs to get over it.

And honestly, like, the movie doesn't even try to hide the fact that the Beast is a blatant abuser. Everyone's lines about it are just so realistic when it comes to regularly dealing with somebody who is prone to taking their rage out on others.

Belle: "I don't know why I bother. Now he's worse than ever." Belle: "Why is the Beast such a grump? Chip: "I dunno. He's always like that."

Beast: Yes, and I’m hideous. Lumiere: (softly) Not to mention ill-tempered.

Angelique: "Hmph! I refuse to hope for it any more. I will not be disappointed again."

Like, all of the dialogue about him is about how he's a miserable ass, how he forbids shit left and right, and how they all have to avoid pissing him off. The entire conflict is fueled by the Beast, and how he might react if any of the other characters try to find some joy in their situation.

And my god does he take all of his anger out on Belle. He's a bit snappy with his staff, but Belle is the shiny new resident punching bag. She tried teaching him about the Yule Log tradition, and his response was to get in her face and scream at her.

"You made a Christmas wish last year! Is this what you wished for!?"

My guy. Her current situation is entirely your fault. The Beast snatches things out of her hands, gets in her face and screams at her in retaliation for his own fucking actions.

Does anyone else recognize this? Have you ever had somebody try to rip you to shreds for trying to find light and joy in your situation, or daring to wish for better? Maybe some of you haven't, but a lot of people probably do.

This isn't even touching on the scene where the Beast throws Belle into the dungeon after she falls into an icy river. This is the part where the Beast crosses the line from being an asshole to being completely unforgivable.

Belle ends up going out into the woods to find a Christmas Tree because even though the Beast is being an absolute ass about Christmas, the rest of the staff including Chip, a literal child, are excited about it.

The Beast in response to all this destroys all of the decorations the castle staff had set up together (while Angelique is still on the table, but at no point during this movie does the Beast even acknowledge she exists) and chases after Belle. He finds her just after an accident where she fell into a frozen river, and while she is still fading in and out of consciousness, he just... locks her in the dungeon.

Beast: You said you'd never leave. Belle: I wasn't trying to leave. I just wanted to make you happy. Beast: You broke your word. And for that you will rot in this dungeon forever.

This part permanently soured the Beast for me as a character from childhood. Like... the movie explicitly shows Belle in a bad state after nearly drowning in icy water, and struggling to stay awake. They go as far as to animate that she is struggling to even SEE him.

His actions at this point could have killed her. Also, Chip, Cogsworth, Lumiere, and Fife were all out in the wilderness with her. Why is BELLE the only one he's punishing? Why is the only one capable of dying of hypothermia being locked in the dungeon!? Where's her coat that she had in the last scene? Why isn't she being kept warm!?

I see people defending this too, like "This is still early in his character arc!" No, this is scorched earth. This completely ruins their relationship. There isn't a fucking library on the planet that makes up for this.

This entire movie has been Belle trying to reach the Beast and show him kindness, and this is what she gets in return. The Beast does absolutely nothing for her in this movie to reciprocate the effort, only going as far as to let her out of the dungeon and apologize when he remembers she made a Christmas present for him. He doesn't return the favor, and instead outsources her gift to the movie's villain, Forte.

I think this is the only movie that absolutely disgusted me from an early age to this degree. I remember the entire time feeling sad and hopeless for Belle, that the movie just wants me to accept that the Beast can do this to her with no repercussions. Even the ending when they supposedly made up had me feeling sour, because it never acknowledged that the Beast did anything wrong. It just zooms in on his eyes while he asks "Can you forgive me?" and gives them a sparkle effect and that's that. He's going to love bomb her with "the best Christmas she's always wanted" and the whole leaving her to rot thing is never addressed again.

Anyways, Beauty and the Beast content outside of the original film always manages to just waste any potential the characters have, and reduce the main romance to an abusive dynamic. This movie COULD have been the Beast putting in effort to win Belle over, or make up for the fact that this is a Christmas she'll spend away from her father because of him. But instead the burden is put on Belle and she gets brutalized for her efforts.

Thanks.

I hate it.

#beauty and the beast enchanted christmas #rant

[thekoopalingsandstuffs]

the the broodals have accents?

Yes! All of them were in the foster care system for a while during childhood and moved around a lot, so they all picked up on different accents when they were still little

Topper has a New York accent. (New York and real world locations don't exist in this AU, though, so it's actually a "New Donk City accent") Additionally, he does a lot of Italian hand gestures. When he gets more frustrated or just talks too fast for whatever reason, it becomes near impossible to understand what he's saying

Spewart also kinda has an NDC accent, but it is barely detectable. You can only hear it when he says super specific words. (Coffee->Cyah-fee, Third->Thoid, Regardless->Ruh-gawdless, Other->Otha, Quarters->Kaw-tuhs)

Outside of those few words, Spewart's accent is not noticeable at all. He insists that he doesn't have one, and you'd probably agree with him. That's why when those particular words slip out, people are super caught off-guard

Rango has a strong southern drawl (AKA a Sarasaland accent) He also talks quite loud. That's mostly because Sarasalandian people are very exaggerative and noisy (I mean, just look at Princess Daisy) so he adapted that part of the dialect, too

Hariet has the northern/midwestern accent (Beanbean Kingdom accent {The Beanbean Kingdom is mostly French-speaking, but some areas speak English. It sounds very Canadian. Hariet has almost a Canadian accent, but "lighter"})

With the northern/midwestern accent, the 'ah' and 'eh' sound are pronounced as 'ay.' (Bag->Bayg, Egg->Ayg) And 'Sh,' 'Oh,' and 'Ooh' are extra emphasized. Speech in general also sounds very... Nasally

#broodals

[sun-undone]

You definitely reminded me of some key points in season 3 that I definitely didn’t consider.

The château being burned down by topper seal the deal of him becoming an enemy. It would be EXTREMELY hard to see topper having a redemption story after that with some corny BS line like “ hey John b no hard feelings with the château, right?”💀💀💀

But just a warning 👀 if you hear Sarah’s voice starting off a epsiode with a reflective monologue of confusion and indecisiveness, then You know what’s coming 😂 let’s see if the pates intentionally screw us over with her character growth.

I agree with Jarah B being the stable couple as the other couples are still fresh and have some more exploring to do with their dynamic. I would love to see a bond created between JJ and Mike maybe closer to the end of season 4 to show Mike he can be the guy for kie and mike should give him a chance just like he was given one before he got accepted into the kooks.. we’ll seeeeee

NOWWWW

MR COUNTRY CLUB HIMSELF

Mark my words if Rafe does not become a Pogue by the end of season 4 he will die sacrificing his life for them with his final words laying in Sarah’s arms saying

“ I finally did something right”

( if I am completely wrong just forget I ever existed 🤣🤣)

LETS BE HONEST Ward created a monster with rafe. But rafe mistakes EAT HIM UP ALIVE which is why he is heavy on drugs. I still remember him crying because Barry didn’t have any coke for him one day and he freaked out. Rafe is a lunatic but not a serial killer. Which is why he went back to save Ward after putting a hit man on him. Rafe wants real acceptance! His problem is he always tries to fix his mistakes last minute.

Rafe isn’t a kook because of the luxury lifestyle. He’s a kook because of power and validation. Unlike topper who is a silver spoon fed kid with no siblings. Just a spoiled single child.

If the JJ and rafe fight happens. I think it’s early in the season. I don’t think they’ll make it a big ordeal. I feel like the Pogue gang will have bigger fish to fry by the end of the season if they’re on a new treasure hunt.

OK, please rip my response to shreds with your thoughts, I’m all ears.

Look at what this stupid little boat show has done to us 🥲

oooooh okay this is such an interesting topic, Rafe is such an interesting character to begin with, so i think his storyline in s4 is the one i'm most curious about. especially since we got nothing from him in the s3 finale for whatever dumb reason.

this is a very complex conversation to have, but to start, i don't think i want a redemption for Rafe! and i think they kind of closed the door on him sacrificing himself for the pogues or Sarah in particular by having Ward do it in season 3. i truly don't know how far they're gonna go with him seeking revenge on the pogues for Ward's death, or what they plan on doing with his character after this season, but whatever it is, i just don't see him turning a new leaf by the end of it. the ending for Rafe i'd most like to see is him going to jail and losing all of his assets and possessions, including Tannyhill, so Pope can snatch it up and make it a museum that tells the true story of Denmark Tanny. but i'm getting ahead of myself, let's talk about the really juicy stuff

do Rafe's actions eat him up anymore? i definitely agree that in the first 2 seasons, he was an absolute wreck trying to hold himself together with coke and by desperately seeking Ward's validation to keep himself occupied. but what about in season 3? he has that scene with Kie in episode 2 where he tries to paint himself as the victim for killing Peterkin, and i think that his denial truly runs that deep at this point. through spinning the story in his own mind, he's convinced himself that he did the right thing so he doesn't have to feel all the complicated emotions that we saw him feeling at the end of season 1 and even into season 2 in the aftermath of the murder. but in terms of Sarah, he does actually get emotional when he explains that he knows it was wrong, which is incredibly interesting to me. he clearly hasn't done the same mental gymnastics in trying to defend himself for that, so i could definitely see him genuinely feeling remorseful, which opens up that same incredibly complex dynamic that he and Sarah have had for a while now. there's a part of him that will always resent her for being Ward's favorite for so long, but now we can see that there is real guilt about trying to kill her. i think that scene really captures the pure instability of Rafe's mental state that still exists in some capacity, mainly in terms of Sarah, which we unfortunately don't see a ton of moving forward in the season since he barely has any scenes with the pogues. in general, he actually seems pretty confident and secure, maybe the best we've ever seen him, in terms of his mental and emotional state. so is the guilt really bothering him that much? the coke doesn't seem to be a coping mechanism for him like it had been before, like he was constantly using for the majority of season 2. but we just didn't see him struggling with his past actions in season 3, it was much more about his present and especially his future.

but for season 4, i'm definitely expecting a return to the more unstable side of Rafe as he plots revenge. who will he target in particular? who does he think is most responsible? will he choose to leave the other pogues out of the crossfire? if he gets the chance to kill Sarah again, would he take it? if he really was remorseful at the beginning of season 3, has that been overtaken by rage by the beginning of season 4? the year and a half time jump makes this much trickier cause maybe he's been trying to keep his mind off of it and do his own thing and resist the urge to get revenge but when he hears about the pogues getting recognition for their findings, it sends him off the deep end again? or has he been stewing the entire time? has the time given his rage the chance to simmer down a bit or has it only boiled over into something worse? now that he has the blessing of his father, which is the only thing he's ever really wanted, what are his motivations? how will he shift his way of thinking now that there's no more Ward to aspire to or to spite, and how will his mental state fare now that he believes that the pogues have taken away any opportunity he might've had to mend his relationship with his father?

there's truly so many things to consider and countless different avenues that his path could take, and i really do not know what is most likely at this point!! Drew hasn't even gotten to set yet so there's absolutely no bts to speculate about either. personally, i love Rafe as a character and i don't wanna see him killed off, and like i said before, although he expresses remorse in 3x02, i'm not sure if it's gonna be enough moving forward. i've always been interested in his character and have never shied away from the fact that Ward absolutely aided in fucking him up for life, BUT i just don't know if Rafe himself thinks he needs redeeming. and i especially don't know if he'll be thinking in that way in the aftermath of Ward's death.

but really, who knows???? i'm voting squarely against a redemption or any kind of sacrifice, but god, i am so so so intrigued to see where the pates take him.

this was really fun to think about and i could probably ramble on for way way way longer, but this is long enough already!!! thanks for sparking up the discussion! ☺️

#if anyone else has any thoughts feel free to keep the conversation going! #there really is so much to talk about and consider when it comes to rafe's character #sorry if this is all over the place i tried my best to make it as cohesive and understandable as possible #obx

[deductionalstudy]

Quote which is well-known but still underused

" PATIENCE IS ALWAYS THE KEY "

For students preparing for competitive exams and are facing issues ( especially if you are a beginner ) remember that whatever you're studying is something which people give up on easily , it is an exam that most people fail , hence it is damn obvious it is TOUGH , so if you really want to Ace , keep going , and don't compare yourself with the toppers or those genius students they just have a better speed and might be more talented than you in this field or maybe they are more experienced and have practiced more questions and yes Natural/God Gifted TALENT does exist . Keep practicing questions , and if you get the wrong answer , still keep going , coz experience does teach you things , questions do not always start with ' How ' but they also start with ' Why ' ' Where ' etc . Exactly ! Every question is different and your APPROACH to it should be different too , even though they are from the same topic / chapter . So , you just need to patient and with time you will improve and be faster , better than your pastself .

Keep studying ! Take care !

#study tips #study movitation #procrastination #study problems #motivationalquotes #jeeexam #studyblr #study aesthetic

[taire-the-disaster-gay]

From Under The Cork Tree is the best Fall Out Boy album (Here’s why under the cut)

So basically From Under the Cork Tree came out in May of 2005 and is FOB’s second studio album (and in my opinion the best album to ever exist) featuring such iconic songs as “Sugar We’re Going Down” and “Dance Dance”, but it also features 11 more of the best songs to hit the American charts Most of the songs have bonkers long titles like “Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued” (which was actually originally named “My Name Is David Ruffin And These Are The Temptations” but FOB’s lawyers made them change it so they didn’t get sued) and “I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth”, and other such bops

My favorite currently is "Of All the Gin Joints in All the World" has this sweet guitar riff but it also has my very favorite vocal riffs on the album, as well as "We're making out inside crashed cars, and sleeping through all the memories" and "Oh, the way your makeup stains my pillowcase, like I'll never be the same" which are some of the most poetic yet totally emo song lyrics I know, and is all around a very nice bop 12/10

“I’ve Got a Dark Alley and a Bad Idea That Says You Should Shut Your Mouth” I talked about a lot yesterday so I won’t go on and on about it but “I’m hopelessly hopeful you’re just hopeful enough” is one of the hardest lyrics I’ve ever heard and I’ll take that to my grave (Ba dum tsh)

“Dance, Dance” and “Sugar, We’re Going Down” are both bops in their own respect, and I see why they’re chart toppers, but personally I’m kind of Danced and Sugared out, but they still hold a very special place in my heart

“A Little Less ‘Sixteen Candles’ a Litte More ‘Touch Me’” has a super banging chorus, and my favorite line to sing in the song and one of my favorite on the album is “You can make all the moves, you can aim all the spotlights, you can get all the signs and the moAHns just right” and then it slams into the chorus and I fucking adore every ounce of it

“Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year” was my anthem last year (Fitting seeing as I was a sophomore) and it very much encompasses the experience I had my sophomore year, and “Cause I swear I’d burn this city down to show you the light” was the height of poetic lyricism when I heard it for the first time (Still is honestly)

“Champagne For My Real Friends, Real Pain For My Sham Friends” is yet another lyrical wonder, because the rhyme scheme does NOT look like it should work and yet?? It does?? “You steer in a rear-view mirror, make my head swim I'll keep you warm and won't ask you where you've been With your backless black dress soaked to the skin When it's said and done, they're all scrambling And we're friends, we're friends Just because we move units” like none of that should rhyme and yet?! Like I literally am in love with it

“XO” and “Nobody Puts Baby in the Corner” are both good but not the first that come to mind when I think of FUCT, “XO” has “To hands between legs to ‘whatever it takes’ to drinks at the club to the bar to the keys to your car” which just fucks extremely, and “Nobody Puts Baby..” is an absolute bop, it just fucks so hard?? Like you just gotta listen to it I can’t explain it in words it’s so good

“Get Busy Living or Get Busy Dying” is so emo it’s not even funny, but it’s kinda kitch in that way, and I truly adore it, “I know this hurts, it was meant to (it was meant toOoOoO) your secrets out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one, and it’s mind over you, don’t, don’t matter” goes SO fucking hard

“I Slept With Someone in Fall Out Boy and All I Got Was This Stupid Song Written About Me” goes SUPER hard when you’re angry about the way your ex boyfriend’s mom treated you, and “Douse yourself in cheap perfume, it’s so fitting (so fitting) of the way you are, can’t cover it up (can’t cover it up)” is gonna be on my headstone, it speaks to every single fibre of my being in a way I can’t explain

“Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song So We Wouldn’t Get Sued” is a great example of Patrick Stump’s terrible diction in the sense that had I not googled the lyrics I would have no idea what he’s saying, but when you Google it the song makes so much sense and fucks so hard

“7 Minutes in Heaven (Avatan Halen)” is one we listened to yesterday and it speaks to my bones in such a way, I talked about it a bunch yesterday but like it is quite literally one of those songs that makes every ounce of my body ready to scram cry fight fuck laugh dance smile and so on

So yeah I love this album with my whole body

#fall out boy #fob #FOB #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #joe trohman #from under the cork tree #I love this album so much #emo #early emo #2005

[praseodykemium]

2:48 am 6 April 2024

tonight I ate a huge block of chocolate and I felt like killing myself. I'm not suicidal. My right thigh really aches where I sometimes cut it months ago. And now while writing, I feel like shitting myself because my stomach does this surrendering thing when I feel any strong emotions. I'm not even sure what emotion it is this time.

Sometimes I cry out of nowhere. The tears just come I am not in control of them. They are usually preceded by some screeching from me. I don't know why I do that either. I hurt my close ones doing that and I don't like it.

I don't have any friends I can talk to. Well I was talking to a friend in the evening (11pm) and the discussion kinda upset me (made me feel like a worthless creature who should cease from existence), and so I watched 6 episodes of Fleabag and related and laughed and felt a lot of things but mainly- "what am I doing with my life? Have I no ambition? I should be studying for an exam next year and not enjoying something" <— that (the last two sentences) was actually from the discussion with the friend.

She said we are all born equally smart. Some just work harder than others. And she compared me and meghna (who is ofcourse better than me despite me besting her in most of our school exams in 12th. She was a topper in 11th and I was not. I'm glad in a way that everyone remembers that. I really hated expectations. But yeah that kinda stung. It wasn't the main hit, far from it). She said that her parents and loads of other doctors work REAAALLY HARD and ARE PERRRRFECTLY HEALTHY (when I told her that over pressuring yourself with work is gonna bring a cerebral stroke and you'll die early and not get to enjoy any of your money and respect and freedom.)

SO THEN IN MY HEAD, MY STUPID MIND TWISTED THST SENTENCE AND MADE IT INTO "OH I CALLED YOUR BLUFF. YOURE JUST OVERREACTING. CEREBRAL STROKES ARE A MYTH BECAUSE OHHHHHH LOOK ST ME BOASTING MY SUPER FIT AND HEALTHY AND ALIVE PARENTS WHO WORK ALL DAY!!!!!" (I hope that everyone she thought of in that list of perfectly healthy and alive workaholics STAY HEALTHY AND WELL AND ALIVE. MAY SHE NEVER FIND OUT THAT BITTER BITTER BLOW THAT CHANGES YOUR PERCEPTION OF THE WORLD. MAY SHE NEVER LOSE HER PARENTS YOUNG. GOD BLESS EVERYONE SHE THOUGHT OF AND MORE 🛐)

BUT FUCK YOU VERSHA FOR SAYING THAT because unknowingly you touched a nerve I didn't even know I still had alive. FUCK ME. God I hate everything. I really relate to fleabag rn even though I have no qualifications other than my dad dying to feel relatable to her saying "I feel like crying. All the time."

Its been 3 years and I still haven't gotten over my drunk brother (cousin) molesting me at 15. Because we were really close at a point in time (YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP). AND I TRUSTED HIM MORE THAN ANYONE. I AM STILL NOT OVER IT.

i feel I was hypersexual from as long as I can remember. I had this repeating dream-vision-imagination thing that I am in a hospital lying with my lower body uncovered naked and the doctor calling in my super older than me ( when I was 15 he was 23 or something and the younger one was probably 21) cousin brothers— to come and stare at my genitals. I have had this dream thingy since as long as I can remember. It was often repeating in my head. I do not know why. I was assaulted YEARS later by the both of them on multiple separate occasions but that foreshadowing was thoroughly confusing and unasked for and really fucked up my childhood.

I have been masturbating since as long as I can remember as well. I don't know what's wrong with me. But I'm terrified of men. And I am terrified of being penetrated. I would rather die a virgin honestly. But I'm also really fucking horny all the time. But I really really really do not want anybody to touch my naked body ever.

whenever somebody invades (accidentally or otherwise) my personal space, I have this passive surrendering feeling wash over me like a drug. Like I know that I hate it, I'm aware of me hating someone doing that but it's just that twisted horny part of me or something else maybe i don't know that forces me to remain stationary like a soldier called to attention. I let the intrusive hand finger thigh do whatever the fuck it wants to do and I stay completely still. It's not supposed to be this way. I'm a strong (not really), adult (19 in June this year), aware (vividly aware of articles and awareness videos, Wikipedia and RAIIN articles about every sexual assault terminology, their after effects, mental disorders, percentages, everything) woman with a brown belt in karate. I should do better than this. But my STUPID FUCKING TWISTED MINDED BODY REFUSES TO SEE REASON AND FOLLOW THROUGH WITH MOVING AWAY. SO YEAH FUCK ME I GUESS IM NOT GONNA GIVD CONSENT BUT I CAN JUST STAND HERE AND BE A REALLY GOOD WANKING MATERIAL FOR YOU.

I have to sleep it's 3:27 am now. And I really hate Martin (Claire's i.e. fleabag's sister's husband) from Fleabag.

I think fleabag's therapist scene brought this rant on. And my right thigh really fucking hurts.

#tw rant #a proper rant fucking finally #yeah I already feel vindictive and sleepy at the same time #see no matter WHAT happens— the discussion in my brain ALWAYS ends up with sexu-al as-sault #so yeah #tw sui ideation #tw self h4rm #tw sa vent #tw sa #tw sa mention #tw assault #tw inc*st #tw vent #fleabag #did I miss anything? #Oh yeah #tw parental death #tw academic competition #I think there should be a tw for that cause that is in a round-a-bout way what triggered this godforsaken rant #I've said everything lurking in my head for once in my life #I feel better #(P.s. also my period came unbelievably early.—> 2.5 weeks cycle #all because I did a bit of yoga and slight workout last night at 1 am #I think it's both a good and a bad thing in it's own ways #a bad thing because it's a statement for my declining reproductive health (not that I care much if I grow infertile #I'm not gonna give birth to anyone and I'm definitely against getting penetrated by anyone as well) #The good thing is that I won't (hopefully) have my period during the two upcoming trips to the Mountains with the family. #I really hate upsetting people esp my family members in any way and they do get upset when I scream like a desparate insane person at them. #ok one more then #tw infertility

[oilgroove]

One look around you can probably show that dietary supplements are failing masses

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[kaleandivy]

Bed Room Furniture Ideas

Say you have an economy climate dimension bed locksmith-a helpinghand. Well, if you buy Golden State King comforter covers and also a comforter cover, then the bedding will certainly be able to hang off the side of the bed, eliminating the need for a bedspread like a bedspread does. This is why Golden State King quilts as well as bedding are the perfect complement to a king size bed.

Well, as the name suggests, we can mention that this bed pillow is actually suitable for a queen. It is still in fact the largest type of bed pillow, certainly similar to the king-size bed pillow. Yes, it is an Olympic queen as well as it is 6 inches larger than a standard queen-size bed.

You could reduce the king as well as try a dimensional pillow to working size, however using a split structure. On the west coast, you can look for a much shorter but larger variant called the Golden State King, which measures 84 by 72 inches.

What usually happens is that people get a new bed, and try to fit it into the existing furnishings of the bed area. Of course, the same problem can arise in an area where the new home furnishings with a king-size bed doesn't fit the space because of the elevated size of the bed.

This is a unique choice. I make sure that you can begin to see that this choice still allows you to get a deluxe without the high cost of king-size bed dimensions, which are different that any person will certainly appreciate.

An extremely initial point to do is look at a queen-size bed, which is much better and also can make a distinction. What happens when your companion keeps pushing you out of bed, however there are several other alternatives.

Considering that it is a type of frame that completely supports the pillow, a system frame is an excellent alternative to various other bed layouts. They can furthermore consist of built-in storage cabinets that provide adequate storage space under the bed.

A total size pillow cover can provide the extra comfort you need for a total size pillow. It recovers a lot better when you think about buying one made of shape-remembering foam. This is probably the most effective product for a bed mattress or mattress topper, and if you buy one, you can save money on buying a complete memory foam bed pillow.

You will certainly have to choose how your bed space will look with the bed in it, as the bed can take up an extremely large area. You will certainly have a beautiful area that can accent your king size bed, if you wish.

Well, if you buy gold size comforter covers and a comforter cover, then the bedding will certainly be able to hang off the side of the bed, getting rid of the bedspread, just like a blanket does. Usually, it happens that people get a new bed and also try to match it with the existing furnishings of the bed space. An extremely initial point to do is to look at a queen-size bed, which is much better and also can make a distinction. A full-size bed cushion overlay can provide the extra comfort you need for a total cushion. You will certainly have to choose exactly how your bed space will appear with the bed in it, as the bed can live in a very large room.

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#king bed #king size headboards #leather beds

[rafescoke]

Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High ; Rafe Cameron

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Request: The second one I was hoping could be a Rafe x reader based on the song why’d you only call me when you’re high by arctic monkeys. Maybe something along the lines of rafe only calling and giving the reader attention when he wants to hook up. Finally, the reader gets tired of it their feelings known.

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: Reader finds herself thinking about a certain boy more than what they had agreed on

Warnings: Hella angst, mentions of sex, masterbating, substance, cursing, toxic relationship

A/N: I’ve been updating a new fic every single day and the amount of love you guys are returning is beyond amazing. I love you so much, thank you for all of your kind words <3

p.s, again, my request box is always open. drop in any ideas and i’ll present to you my best :)

p.p.s, does anyone know why i can’t tag some users? im going crazy.

“I was thinking. . .” Rafe trailed, drawing invisible circles against her soft skin. She hummed in response, her eyes closed, feeling so relaxed under the silk bedsheet wrapping around her body.

“We should do this often.”

“Is twice a day isn’t enough for you?” she asked, hiding her smile. She felt him shift, placing his arms around her waist and pulling her close against him. She giggled lightly, feeling him behind her, but she was too tired to do anything.

“We should try doing it every minute,” he simply replied, smelling into her scent. She smelt like vanilla and caramel, just the way he likes it. “Is this the perfume I bought?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, feeling so peaceful she could sleep if he hadn’t pulled her closer against his hardening member. She groaned, trying to scoot forward by an inch, but was stopped by his fingers gripping her hips.

“I’m sore.”

“I know,” he replied casually, still brushing against her bottom. Before he could do anything else she turned, now facing him. She looked at his handsome face, his blue eyes and his soft lips. Her thumb grazed over his top lip, and Rafe swore he could fuck her anytime soon if she kept doing that.

“Are you not tired?” she asked, now cupping his face. He stared into her eyes, feeling himself getting lost in them before giving her a smile.

“No.”

“You’re mental,” she sighed, but she failed to contain her laugh after. She giggled, still cupping his face, and she has never felt so calm and relax before. Just them two, on top of a bed in some cheap motel, sometimes hearing the couple staying on top of them screaming at each other.

“Are you?” he continued, tilting his head into her hands. She smiled when he closed his eyes, enjoying the warmth radiating from her. He loves it. He feels at peace.

(Y/N) sighed, loving yet also hating these kind of moments where she knew they would be acting like strangers after, in front of everyone else. She remembered the exact day after she had had sex with him for the first time, and how he acted so cold afterwards.

“Hey,” (Y/N) smiled, standing beside his form as he squinted his eyes against the bright sunlight to inspect his goal. He didn’t reply, swinging his golf club upwards and hit the golf ball. (Y/N) watched as it flew and landed near the goal, and expressed a smile.

“You’re good.”

“Huh?” he looked up to her, as if just noticed her existence. (Y/N) felt a pang of hurt across her heart, especially when he had just whispered so many love words into her ear the night before.

“I said you’re good.”

“Oh, thanks,” he muttered, already making his way back to where his friends were. Clearly not satisfied, she followed him suit, watching as his friends cheered for him. Rafe groaned even harder, and turned to look at her before they got too close to his friends.

“What are you fucking doing here?” he scolded, his eyes staring at a space beside her. (Y/N) raised a brow, being caught off guard, but she tried to play it cool.

“I’m a member of this country club too, Rafe,” she replied, scoffing. “You’re an asshole, do you know that? Are we not going to talk about last ni-”

“Shut up,” he grunted, looking backwards to check on his friends before pulling her a few distance away. “Look, I was on drugs last night. That was not me. Let it go, okay?”

(Y/N) has never experienced that kind of disrespect, and she swore she hated Rafe Cameron so bad that when she got home, she cried against her pillows until the night sky greeted her. 

She thought about the many other guys who tried to be with her, but she had pushed them all away for a certain rich boy living 6 houses away from her. The fact that her parents are good friends with Ward and Rose Cameron doesn’t make it any easier, not when she is forced to see him every single Saturday night for ‘barbecue night’.

“What are you thinking?” he suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She sighed, suddenly scooting away from him. He watched as she turned away, but he didn’t put much thoughts into it.

“I can still smell the weed from you,” she suddenly said, and Rafe let out a laugh. He rubbed his eyes, hating the fact that they are going to repeat the same topic they have fought countless of times before, especially after sex and they had both came down from the high.

“Don’t start, (Y/N), fuck,” he sighed, covering his face with his large hands. He watched as she scooted further, wrapping the covers around her body. “Can you please just lay right next to me?”

“I want to sleep,” she replied, and bit her lips before she could express any tears. Rafe sighed, groaning, and sat up straight, resting on the edge of the bed before reaching for his jeans discarded on the corner of the room.

“I’m leaving,” he said, and (Y/N) heard the metal bar of his belt clanking against his jeans button. “Since you wanna act like a bitch again.”

“You’re an asshole,” she replied, still not looking at him. A tear rolled down her cheeks before she could stop herself, and she quickly wiped them away.

“Whatever,” he said, and she heard the door slammed shut. She cursed, unable to stop her tears now that she was alone. The banter between the husband and wife from the room above filled the silence as (Y/N) sobbed against the pillow and she thought about how it resembled her and Rafe’s relationship so much.

He would call her when he’s under the influence, whispering sweet-nothings through the phone, saying how much he’s missing her and longing for her forehead kisses. The fight they had before the phone call will immediately evaporate into thin air, and (Y/N) will make her way to wherever Rafe is. Sometimes they’ll do it in the car in a secluded alley or sometimes in the cheap motel at Chapel Hill. 

But then it was the moments after their brief meeting that had her all moody and depress throughout the week; how he would ignore her, pretending not to see her and forcing himself to say ‘hi’ during their family barbecue.

(Y/N) never thought of herself as someone who’s prone to being in a sneaky relationship, but if that what it takes to be with Rafe Cameron, she was willing to be in one.

It had been a week since the incidence, and Rafe hadn’t call her to meet or anything of the sort. (Y/N) frowned when she thought of this, because the longest fight they had before only lasted for 2 days before he rang her up, asking to meet up. 

(Y/N) shook her head, sipping on her martini before setting it on the side of the swimming pool. She dived into the water, trying to get the heat from the scorching sun off of her, and resurfaced seconds after, her wet hair falling down her shoulders.

“(Y/N), where’s dad?” Topper appeared, squatting in front of her as she took another sip on the martini. Her eyes fell to the figure behind her brother, and she almost choked on the liquid.

“Um, I don’t know,” (Y/N) replied, staring at Rafe Cameron as he took out his phone to check on his messages, ignoring her like always. She rolled her eyes at this, knowing that there were no new texts and he was just trying to act like she wasn’t there. She dived into the water again and swam to the other side, away from Rafe and his negative energy.

If Rafe knew she was going to be in the swimming pool, he would have made an excuse to Topper, perhaps saying how he has to take Wheezie to the clinic for an appointment. (Y/N) was almost never home every time he hang out with Topper, so he thought he was safe. But there she was; in the most tempting bikini, swimming and constantly sipping on a martini.

Rafe sat right next to Topper, watching her back from the corners of his eyes as she gazed at the view in front of her. She was laying on her arms, lazily humming to a rock song Rafe plays every time he’s driving.

He jolted when Topper touched his hand. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Topper laughed, “I said, do you wanna eat?”

“I’m okay,” he mumbled, closing his eyes and thinking about good she looked in that bikini. He made a mental note to guess the brand to purchase more of that sort for her. 

“Okay, I’m going in to get myself some food. Are you sure you don’t want any food?” Topper asked, sitting on the edge of the seat. Rafe nodded, his eyes still closed, and heard him walking towards the sliding door into the kitchen.

“Why are you ignoring me?” 

Rafe opened his eyes, and to his satisfaction, the girl with the (H/C) locks stared at him with her face rested against her arms. His breath hitched, seeing how beautiful she was with the chlorine water dripping from her face, down to her neck, continuing to her che-

“God, you’re a fucking asshole,” she suddenly said, and Rafe had to shook his head from the involuntary thought that appeared in his mind. He groaned, watching as she dived in the water again, and almost catching a glimpse of her bottom. He smiled.

“Are you still a bitch?” he asked when she resurfaced, crossing his arms. “Because if you are, I don’t feel like fucking you right here and right now.”

(Y/N) halted her movements as she tried her best not to look at the smirking boy, and instead staring into the swimming pool as if there was something interesting in it. Rafe laughed, knowing exactly the impact of his words towards her, and thought about wanting to have a little more fun with her.

“I’m asking, baby,” he said softly, and her eyes landed on his. “Are you still a bitch?”

“I brought cookies!” Topper suddenly yelled, appearing from the sliding door and walking towards them with a bright smile. Rafe cursed, laying his back against the seat again and pretending to close his eyes while (Y/N) dived underwater, trying to hide her red face. He was glad when Topper handed him a cookie, talking about wanting to surf tomorrow - so oblivious towards the sexual tension between him and his own twin.

“What do you think?” Topper asked, munching on the cookies all the while trying to see Rafe’s reaction. Rafe nodded, muttering his agreement, but under his sunglasses, he was watching (Y/N) and she too, was watching him.

“Can I have a cookie, Tops?” (Y/N) suddenly interrupted, and without looking at her, Topper gave her a thumbs up sign. (Y/N) smiled, pulling herself up from the pool and Rafe almost had a heart attack from the sight of her curves donning the bikini and the water dripping off of her.

She walked towards them, hair swept to her left shoulder, and Rafe’s gaze followed her fingers as she grabbed a cookie and immediately putting it in her mouth. He watched as she closed her eyes, enjoying the sweet taste, all the while sitting under the glowing sun that highlighted her features even more.

He could feel himself getting harder.

“Well,” (Y/N) suddenly said, and Rafe had realized he was too busy looking at her to realize that she was already conversing with Topper. “I’ll go. Is Rafe coming too?” 

Both of the siblings’ attention fell towards him, and Rafe found himself clearing his throat before he spoke.

“I’m sorry, where are we?”

“Man, are you sure you’re okay?” Topper asked, removing his sunglasses to look at him clearly. “Do you need water?”

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Rafe quickly added, “Can I, um, go up to your room? I think I need a nap.”

“Yeah, okay,” Topper replied, not thinking much of it. They had been spending so much time under the sun during the summer, he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them got sick. “I’ll go upstairs in a second.”

He muttered a thanks, quickly making his way to the top of the house, where Topper stayed. He groaned, feeling himself getting harder, and hating the fact that she was most probably liking the way he was reacting. 

He locked the door of the bathroom he has been using since the first day he became friends with Topper, watching himself in the mirror. He closed his eyes while he tried to picture her in his mind, his fingers trying their best to untie the knot of the band of his swimming shorts.

He held himself in the palm of his hands as he pictured her again, this time with her under him. He started sliding his palm over his hardened member, his other hand safely placed on the sink for balance. He thought of the way she’ll bounce on him when she rides him, and bit his lips before he could let out any sounds.

Fuck. 

He hated how easy she’ll make him hard and how she has him wrapped around her finger. It was true how they would only do the unholy thing when he was under the influence or they were both under the influence, but he couldn’t deny the unsettling feeling in his stomach every time he saw her.

“Fuck,” he expressed, his grip on the sink tightening. His movements became faster as he tried to picture her mouth and around him, and felt his end coming. He left a string of curses as he finally released himself, watching the shot dripping off the sides of the sink. He grunted, having to do more work, and grabbed himself the white tissues before wiping his mess.

. . .

“Hey.”

“Hey, Rafe,” (Y/N) said, trying to maintain her normal tone. She bit her lips at the sound of his heavy breathing, missing his voice and also his handsome face. She longed to have his face in her hands again, staring at each other’s eyes and kissing each other’s lips right after.

“Can you come over?” he asked, his voice slurring. “No, I mean, can I pick you up?” The sound of laughter and booming music could be heard behind him, giving out his location. (Y/N) sighed, knowing the exact request behind the words, and looked at her wall to check on the time.

“It’s 12 a.m., my mom won’t allow me to go out.”

“Sneak out, then,” Rafe replied, and he said something to his friends before focusing back on her. “Please? I missed you.”

(Y/N) sighed, knowing exactly her problem.

This.

“Okay,” she replied, leaning over her mattress to close her laptop now that she had new plans for the night. “What time are you picking me up?”

“I can’t drive right now,” he said, suddenly realizing how sloshed he was. “Can you come and pick me up, please?”

She sighed again, but she had missed him so much. Him and his touches. His and his words.

Him.

“Okay, send me your location, okay? I’ll pick you up.”

(Y/N) thought about how she couldn’t do it anymore. Not when she has spent most of her life trying to make him love her. He had been friends with her brother since forever, but yet he never seemed to settle on her. She heard about the amount of girls he dated and how she tried to become like them, but after a while, she grew bored of it. She was tired of running after someone who doesn’t want to be caught.

Until the night at the party, where they had been smoking and doing coke and god knows what else. (Y/N) had watched him from the corners of her eyes, liking how attractive he looked under the party lights. He was in a black shirt, his hair messily parted, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips.

“Thornton, do you know how perfect your smile is?” he asked, leaning towards her. (Y/N) giggled, her back against the wall as she stared into his eyes. 

“You’re mistaking me for my brother, Rafe?” she asked, with that smile again. Rafe licked his lips, looking down to hers before leaning closer to whisper into her ear.

“I’ve got to confess, (Y/N),” he whispered, sending shivers down to her spine. “You’re the hottest sibling.”

When she woke up the next day, laying right next to Rafe Cameron, she had to pinch herself a few times to make sure that she was living in reality, but when she tried to approach him that evening on the golf course, it was like nothing happened that night.

It scarred her until he rang her up again, six days after. 

“Rafe,” (Y/N) sighed, leaning over to open the passenger’s door from her seat, seeing how drunk he was. Rafe giggled, getting himself in before shutting the door and staring at her. He leaned towards her and placed a sloppy kiss against her cheeks, down to her neck and stopped directly before her chest.

“Just park in the back,” he ordered, placing his palm on the upper side of her thigh, too close to her heat. She bit her lips as she turned her steering wheel, entering the back alley of the club. Soon after he had texted her his location, she sneaked out through her brother’s porch and stole his car, driving straight towards Rafe.

She turned the ignition off and looked at him, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt slowly, groaning when he missed one button. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hand away, her face expressing into anger.

“Don’t pull this shit again, fuck,” Rafe sighed, throwing his head back against the seat and covering his face with his hands. (Y/N) caught a glimpse of a gold ring, and noticed how it looked so similar to hers hanging around her neck.

“I can’t do this anymore,” she said, filling the silence. Rafe let out a shrill laugh, still closing his eyes.

“Still a bitch, I guess.”

“This is the problem, Rafe!” she groaned, causing Rafe to look at her fully in the face when he noticed her increasing volume. “What are we?”

“What do you want to hear?” he simply said, staring at her with empty eyes. He licked his lips, “No, seriously. Tell me the answer, and I’ll say it.”

How cold could he be?

“Rafe, do you see how you’re treating me?” she asked, and she could feel her tears threatening to fall. “Do you realize the difference between sober Rafe and intoxicated Rafe?”

Of course he knew. He just chose to ignore it.

“I can’t do this right now,” Rafe said, putting his hands up in defeat. “Can we just fuck, get over whatever fight we’re having right now, and live our best lives the next day? Can we do that?”

He turned to look at her, and noticed her glassy eyes. He sighed, trying to cup her face, but she flinched at his touch.

“You make me feel like a whore,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “One second you love me, the next second you’re spitting on me.”

He just had the worst night of his life; having a fight with Ward about his business, bumping onto the pogues, catching Sarah and John B. . . and now this?

“You think too much,” he said, but his heartbeat was quickening. He stole a glance at her and watched as she stared at him with empty eyes. “I’m sober now. You know what, (Y/N)? You’re right. I can’t even look at you when I’m not under the influence.”

He turned to open the door, getting out while buttoning his shirt back, not wanting to look at her. He couldn’t stand it, he knew he’ll be too broken if he sees her cry over him. He didn’t know what to do; he panicked, never preparing for this exact moment where he knew she will ask about the state of their relationship.

He watched as she sped away from the alley, her engine roaring against the silence of that particular Friday night, where his day had been nothing but miserable. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to contain his feelings, but before he knew it, he had kicked on the empty beer can on the side of the road, watching its movement as it hit the opposite wall and fell into the trash can.

He laughed at the strange occurrence, his tears slowly rolling down his cheeks and made his way back to the club.

If there’s one thing he’s so sure about himself; Rafe Cameron hates himself more than anyone else in the world.

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𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘙𝘢𝘧𝘦 𝘊𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵,𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧?(𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺),𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭(𝘧𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨),𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨,𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘹,𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬

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Rafe couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you lit up the room dancing around to whatever song happened to be on. A mai tai in hand as you were singing your heart out. Your little sparkly-black dress hanging on your hips in just the right way. The way he could see your nipples just barely poking though the sleek fabric.

His ring-clad hand clenched around his glass after taking a sip, the burning liquid sliding down his throat.

"Got a little crush Rafe? Get in line, shes got half the island lusting after her," Topper said.

"Who said I was waiting in line?" Rafe's glass was slammed onto the kitchen island, and he made his way towards the living room. The bodies that had gathered around you were easily pushed aside by Rafe.

"100 bucks says he doesn't get it," Kelce laughed.

"100 says he does," Topper smirked back. The two boys shook on it.

His arm snaked around the back of your waist as he pulled you into dance. Rafe nudged his knee in between your thighs as you both moved about.

Why the fuck is Rafe Cameron dancing with me? You couldn't figure out why in the hell he was doing this. He used to bully you on the playground as children, even pushed you off the monkey bars, which just so happened to leave a nice scar on your knee. It only lasted up until high school, from there he pretended you didn't exist. This is the first time he's acknowledged you in nearly 4 years. Not that you could complain, he was an asshole.

But right now, as his head leaned into your ear, nothing had ever felt better. Rafe's fingers had started making their way lower onto your hips, giving a light squeeze once he felt your pelvis bone.

Apparently thats all it took to get you turned on. Because now the way his thigh was moving in between yours had caused a developing wetness between yours legs. The feel of his lips lightly tracing along your ear and neck felt heavenly. The slow grinding of his hands into your hips pulling you closer toward his.

"What do you say y/n? Down to get out of here?" He whispered into your ear.

A slight nod of your head was all he needed. Rafe grabbed your hand and began to pull you inconspicuously out of the crowd. The heat in the room didn't exactly help the growing ache in your abdomen. He led you up the stairs into one of the many abandoned rooms. His hand not letting go for a single second.

You were pushed into the room and right after he locked the door. His eyes were staring at you in that little dress, the one he deemed his new favorite. Your mind wandered further and further into what was about to happen. But you still hadn't turned around to see the man standing behind you.

"We don't have to, you know. You can always back out." His tone quiet and unsure.

Slowly, you turned around and finally met his eyes. Silent for just a moment before making your decision.

"I want too, Rafe." The words slipped out, you were surprised by your own confidence.

That was all he needed before rushing towards you, grasping onto your cheeks, and Rafe Cameron was kissing you.

His lips on yours sent tingles radiating throughout your body. It was aggressive yet gentle, like he'd been craving this but didn't want to fuck it up. You latched one of your hands into his hair, the other rested on his chest. Both of your gasps filling the sound of the room.

You could feel his heart pounding in his chest as you kissed, surely yours was pounding too. Rafe wrapped his arm behind your waist and pulled you in closer, your legs interlaced with one another. His hips were grinding into yours now, and you felt the growing bulge hiding underneath his pants. It only fueled the ache between your legs as you ground onto his thigh with greater need.

Rafe had began squatting down close to your level, wrapping his hands around the back of your thighs.

"Jump." And you did.

Now you had your legs wrapped around him as he carried you to the bed. You were at the perfect spot to grind onto his clothed cock. Wanting nothing more than for him to appease the ache of your pussy. You let out a gasp as he threw you one onto the bed, the loss of contact between your hips had you squirming for more.

His large frame climbed overtop of you and he rubbed his bulge into you. The kisses slowly moved from your mouth down to your neck and then clavicle. Your hands tugged on the hemline of his shirt, he could take a hint. Rafe grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it off in one swift motion, leaving his broad chest on full display.

"I think this needs to come off," Rafe whispered into your ear. He tugged at the fabric of your dress before sliding his hands underneath it and pulling it off of your body, discarding it somewhere in the room.

"Fuck, Rafe." You whimpered.

His mouth reattached to your neck as his fingers played with your nipples. He thanked god you had decided not to wear a bra. As Rafe's mouth traveled further down in between your breasts, his hands moved lower as well. One of them tracing little circles below your navel, the other brushing along your inner thigh, closer and closer to the spot you wanted most.

"Tell me what you want y/n," he said.

"Rafe, fuck, I need more, please, I need more," you panted out.

"As you wish, baby, And with that his mouth latched onto one of your breasts and a finger slid back and forth between your wet folds. You moaned as he finally massaged circles around your clit, but it wasn't enough. Your hands were grasping onto the bed sheets as his head moved down your stomach, leaving small kisses along the way.

Deciding he needed some attention too, your hand traced along his belt, reaching just slightly lower to feel what you desired most. It was hard and massive, his cock was begging to be pleasured. You moved your hand as much as you could along his length, as much as the barrier of fabric would allow, until he was too far out of reach.

Rafe got up off the bed. He slid your black-lace panties down your legs before placing them in his pocket, a trophy, if you will, before crawling back overtop of you.

It was agonizingly slow, the descent of his mouth to your pussy, like he was treasuring every moment of this bliss. Until finally his mouth connected with your center, and you let out a gasp. He was still teasing of course, his tongue gently swiping in circles around your clit.

"So wet for me baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk out of this room." Rafe groaned into your pussy.

"Holy shit Rafe, I'mm begging," you nearly shouted, unaware of the loudness in your voice. Your hands were tangled in his hair, pushing his head down into your pussy.

"Quiet, baby, the others will hear," he said, his tongue swiping up and down your little cunt.

You had no idea what he meant, but it didn't matter as he plunged two fingers deep into your pussy. They moved back and forth, over and over again, rubbing that special spot that was sure to make you cum. He wouldn't let up, the speed of his fingers increasing with every breath you took, as you were desperate for release.

Rafe covered your mouth with his free hand as you squirmed under him. The ache was still there and your wetness was mixing with his saliva.

"Please Rafe, just fuck me already," you pleaded.

"Tell me how good it feels baby, how do my finger feel?"

He stopped all of the stimulation, leaving you completely on edge. Removing his pants and boxers, letting his erection spring free on his abdomen. And boy was he big, know it made sense why every girl was dying to fuck Rafe Cameron. The rumors of his previous hookups made every teenage girl on the island lust after him. Hopefully he knew how to use his assets. He crawled back over top of you, not breaking eye-contact.

"Remember what I said y/n? There's always an out."

"I don't want out," you said into his ear after pulling him closer.

You spread your legs as much as he could, and he lined the tip of his cock up with your pussy.

"I've wanted this for so long y/n," he said before plunging his cock into your aching cunt.

"Oh fuck Rafe," you moaned, finally something to appease your begging pussy.

“shit y/n, better than I imagined, so fucking tight,“ he groaned.

He slowly started thrust back and forth into your cunt, bottoming out every single time, you could feel him in your guts.

“Faster Rafe, please,“ your breathing had become erratic as your body accepted his pounding into you.

His pace was slowing increasing with every breath he took. He was going nearly as fast as he could, in and out, in and out, pounding into you relentlessly.

"Rafe, harder, please, I need you so bad, fuck Rafe," you could barely control your moans anymore. The room was filled with moans and heat, the bed shaking with every thrust.

"God, you feel so fucking good y/n, I can't tell you how long I've waited for this." Rafe started pounding harder and harder into you, your wetness getting all over his hips. The pressure of his pumping pushed you closer to the edge.

"Fuck Rafe, I need to come,"

"Beg for it baby, beg me," he said, continuing his relentless fucking.

"Please Rafe, please let me cum, I need you to cum in me."

"Want me to cum in you baby?"

"God, fuck yes Rafe, cum in me please," he made one final thrust, bottoming out in you as he came in your pussy, pushing you over the edge and releasing yourself all over his cock..

"Fucking christ y/n, so good, cum for me baby," Rafe said as he pulled out of you, his cum leaking from your used cunt. His body collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing in-sync, the tension finally gone.

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A/N: yeah im sorry if this was ass thank u and goodnight im logging off

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