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Summary â If having a fairytale love story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, drama, marriage in crisis, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to divorce.
Navigation â Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12
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Summary â If having a fairytale love story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to... divorce?
Navigation â Part 09 | Part 10 | Part 11
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hi. hello. this has been sitting in my drafts for far too long & i finally finished it ! also havenât written anything in a while (as u guys know) so this was v fun + pls pls let me know ur thoughts i love reading them !!!
if this is not ur cup of tea, scroll & read something else xx
previous parts on my masterlist
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âI feel like youâre always with Rafe these days...should I be worried? I mean, what do you guys even do?âÂ
Sarahâs voice makes Y/N step out of her closet, holding a pair of shorts to pull over her bikini bottoms.
âWhat do you mean? We justâŠyou know, hang out,â she swallows, nervous all of a sudden.
âHang out? With Rafe? Heâs so weird, Iâve never understood why you even bother with him, especially when you could be spending time with your favorite sister instead,â the blonde girl teases with a playful raise of her brows.
âOh, you mean Wheezie?â
Sarahâs face falls. âUgh, youâre so annoying, never mind.â
âI mean, youâre the one whoâs always running around with John B and his friends, I barely see you around the house anymore.â Y/N tries to reason while trying to locate her towel in the messy room.Â
âOkay fine, youâre not wrong, but seriously, whatâre you doing today? We should do something together?âÂ
âWell, uh, we were actually thinking about going to the beach with Rafe.âÂ
âOf course you were,â Sarah gives her another look. It makes her hesitate before she grabs the pale yellow beach towel and stuffs it in her bag, looking up at her sister with a roll of her eyes. An attempt to play it off.Â
âAre his friends coming?â Sarah continues, face scrunching up in disgust. Sheâs never liked those snobby assholes, and sheâs fairly certain that the only reason Y/N tolerates them is because of Rafe. In fact, Y/N tolerates a lot of things because of their brother. For some reason, the manâs got her wrapped around his finger, and Sarahâs determined to get to the bottom of it.Â
âNo, sâgonna be just the two of us,â Y/N answers while gathering her hair up and away from her face.
âSee? Thatâs exactly what I mean. What do the two of you even do on a beach?â Sarahâs tone is almost accusatory, as if the idea of anyone wanting to spend time alone with Rafe seems completely unfathomable.Â
âWell, um, what do you do with John B on a beach?â
âJohn Bâs my boyfriend?â Sarahâs brows crease.Â
âRight, sorry, bad example, uhâŠI just meant thatâwe just, you knowâŠswim ân eat ice cream and stuff,â her cheeks burn, trying her best to tiptoe around the subject because she already feels guilty enough even looking at her brother the wrong way around others. She doesnât need Sarah of all people interrogating her about it.Â
âRafe doesnât even like those things,â she argues nonetheless, unconvinced.Â
âYes, he does.âÂ
âIâve literally never seen him eat ice cream before.âÂ
âCause you never hang out with him,â she tries to reason, feeling oddly defensive all of a sudden. God forbid she wants to spend the entire Saturday afternoon with her brother; soaking up the sun with warm sand under her feet and a cold can cooling her fingertips. Her defensiveness has certainly nothing to do with the dirty feeling in the bottom of her belly whenever she does anything with Rafe, even if most days what they do is completely innocentâat least on her end.Â
And all these questions about Rafe are forcing her brain to push uncomfortable memories to the surface, memories sheâs stuffed into a box with a lockâmemories of the times heâs crossed the line of what siblings should and shouldnât do together. Memories of his taste in her mouth.Â
âWhatever, mâbored, do you guys mind if I join?â
And what is she supposed to say?
No, sheâd rather spend time with their brother alone because with other people around she feels borderline sick with the regret that coats every single detail sheâs mulled over in her head more times than she can count? Because for some reason, sheâs still drawn to him, still wants to spend time with him as if heâs not a terrible, selfish person whoâs somehow managed to taint her with this grimy, soiled secret that sheâs now as much a part of as him?Â
Yeah, that wouldnât go too well, now would it?
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âDid we seriously have to bring her?â Rafe complains after five minutes of silence, seemingly incapable of holding in his dissatisfaction for any longer than that.Â
âYou know I can hear you, right?â Sarah scoffs from the backseat of his truck.Â
âYeah, I do,â a self-satisfied smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth when he stops at a red light.Â
âIf it makes you feel any better, I wanted to spend time with Y/N, not you,â she rolls her eyes, clearly regretting this already.Â
âHey, sânot my fault she likes me more,â he argues, eyes flitting over to the rearview mirror to lock eyes with the blonde.Â
âNo she doesnât.âÂ
âNo? Then why does sheââ
âI like both of you equally, okay?â Y/N chimes in from the passenger seat, not wanting to hear the end of that sentence. She briefly wonders why she thought itâd be a good idea to have the both of them stuck in a confined space together.Â
Then, Rafeâs leaning over to whisper something in her ear, so quiet Sarah canât quite catch it. It makes her tilt her head in curiosity nonetheless, especially when Y/N tells him to shut up before playfully pushing him away, seemingly embarrassed. However, neither of them seem to be able to contain their airy giggles afterwards, which confuses her to no end because sheâs never seen Rafe laugh like that. Â
âWhatâs so funny?â Sarah questions while attempting to analyze their interaction with furrowed brows.Â
âNothing.â Rafe clears his throat, quickly dismissing her while Y/N pretends she didnât hear her while rifling through her beach bag.Â
âWell, it was clearly something ifââ
âOh shit, I forgot my sunglasses,â Y/Nâs voice interrupts her.Â
âSâfine, take mine,â Rafeâs gaze flits over her face before taking off the Ray-Bans perched on his nose, making Sarah huff because at this point, she thinks theyâre trying to make her feel like a third wheel on purpose.Â
Y/N takes them with a grateful smile and a soft thanks, and heâs about to rest his palm on the expanse of her thigh before he remembers Sarah in the backseat, opting to grip the steering wheel with both hands instead.Â
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Despite the tension coated in annoyance, the three of them manage to spend a few hours soaking up the balmy summer day and the lukewarm water without a single fight. The sun bathes them in its golden warmth and their ocean-soaked limbs are sprawled out on their beach towels without a care in the worldâuntil Rafeâs friends show up. And not much later, Sarahâs friends.Â
Then itâs all loud laughter and excited screams. Splashes of bodies hitting the water and empty beer bottles littering the sand. Their little bubble of peace thoroughly destroyed.Â
The musicâs too loud and the alcohol fizzing in Y/Nâs veins makes her trip over her own feet as she flounders around with her thoughts messy. Maybe partaking in a drunken never have I ever wasnât her brightest idea. And apparently somewhere along the way sheâs lost sight of both of her siblings.
âDonât be such a bitch.âÂ
She recognizes the voice a few feet away. Rafe. And as she stumbles closer to him, she finds him standing in front of Sarah. Her brows furrow.
âHey, donât talk to her like that,â she nearly trips and falls face first into the sand, if not for Rafeâs hold on her waist. He smells of sunscreen. The one he only agreed to wear once sheâd promised to put it on him.Â
âShe started it,â he scoffs, eyes bloodshot and wide while he glares at Sarah.
âStarted what?â Y/N turns to face her sister, who seems equally irritated.Â
âNothing, donât worry about it,â Sarah huffs.Â
âOkay,â sheâs far too wasted to do anything more, so she drops it, opting to pull Sarah into her arms instead, squeezing her tightly.
âI missed you so much,â she mumbles into the soft strands of her hair.Â
âItâs been like ten minutes,â she laughs, hugging her closer nonetheless.Â
âTen minutes too long,â she argues, unwilling to let go.Â
âOkay, I love you too, but youâre really drunk and I think we should go home,â Sarah runs her fingers through her hair and the action is so comforting sheâd agree to anything that came out of her mouth.Â
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âBut thereâs no space for me to sit,â a faint pout dusts over her lips as she looks around the crammed space of Topperâs car and then to her brother, comfortably sprawled out on the backseat. They wouldâve taken Rafeâs truck but heâd somehow managed to lose his keys at the party, and heâs far too wasted to focus on the road anyway.Â
âSâfine, you can sit right here,â he says, big hands pawing at her hips, tugging her down onto his lap without so much as a warning.Â
âRay,â she squeaks out when the warm palm of his hand slips under her shirt nextâsplaying over the expanse of her stomach as if theyâre the only people here.Â
âWhat?â he mumbles against the skin of her neck. âScared theyâre gonna find out about the shit you let me do to you?âÂ
âRafe, youâre drunk.âÂ
âAnd youâre soft,â he groans, wet mouth grazing her collarbone with every word.Â
She attempts to stand on her feet once more but the car is already moving under them, keeping her glued to her spot while Rafe adjusts his position. And then she feels it. The hard ridge in his pants.Â
She lets out a shaky breath.Â
âRafe, mâseriousâŠstop,â she whispers the last word, grabbing for his wrist when his mindless fingertips begin toying with the damp fabric of her bikini top. It makes her tense, quickly looking around the crowded space of the car. However, by some miracle everyone else seems to be either too wasted or too into their loud conversations to pay any mind to what Rafe is doing.Â
âIt was supposed to be just you ân me today,â his voice is muffled against the skin of her neck.Â
âHuh?âÂ
âWas looking forward to it and you jusâ had to bring Sarah and ruin it,â his tone is accusatory, frustrated. He sounds almost upset.Â
Her inhale is wobbly when she feels the flat of his tongue on the side of her neck, leaving a wet trail that he follows with his lips. Â
âMâsorry,â her soft whisper is breathy, and she doesnât even realize sheâs tilted her head towards him before her hazy gaze zeroes in on his eyes when he licks her neck again. And it feels so good she thinks she might melt. No. It feels wrong.Â
âYou taste like salt water,â the corners of his mouth tug up and in her drunken state, brain all fuzzy and gooey, she canât help but smile back; her hesitation evaporating like cotton candy into water.Â
âYeah?âÂ
He hums against her shoulder, the low noise getting swallowed up by the chatter around them.Â
Momentarily, she wonders where Sarah disappeared to, but then she sees her on the passenger seat, making out with John B. Sheâs moaning against his mouth with her eyes closed, hands in his hair and chest pressed up against him. And momentarily, sheâs caught in a trance, stuck staring at her sister grinding on her boyfriend; movements clumsy from the alcohol and hair knotted from the water.Â
Huh. She wonders what it would feel like to make out with Rafeâwonders what it would feel like to make out with Rafe while Sarah watches.Â
Fuck. Whatâs wrong with her?
Her mind is buzzing, whirring with disgusting thoughts she canât seem to shake off, and the ache between her thighs only seems to be growing, at this point itâs almost unbearable. She doesnât even realize sheâs been rubbing herself against Rafeâinadvertently mimicking Sarahâs movementsâuntil his fingers are digging into her hips in a warning, halting her movements.Â
âGonna cum in my pants if you keep doinâ that,â he murmurs.
But without the friction thereâs only the uncomfortable throbbing and she lets out a whine because she wants it to stop.Â
âShit, you that horny?âÂ
She nods against his shoulder, somewhere along the way having leaned back and rested her heavy head against him. Sheâs so out of it she doesnât seem to notice when he fumbles with the button of her shorts; eyes fluttering shut because itâs the only way the harsh pounding in her brain feels better.
Itâs why she doesnât register that his hand is in her bikini bottoms before she feels itâhis middle and forefinger rubbing her, the wetness there making them slide against the spot that throbs.
Somewhere in the very back of her mind alarm bells go off, but his big fingers and the pressure that keeps building with every passing second makes it impossible to concentrate on anything else.Â
Her hips begin to move up and down against his hand while mindlessly chasing the release she can already feel building after all the time sheâs already spent humping him through their clothes.Â
âYou know how easy itâd be to stuff you full of my dick right now?â Rafe grunts, her movements making her butt rub against him.Â
And thatâs all it takes. Her entire body tenses as he tugs, tugs, tugs until she snaps, limbs weightless as she trembles against his chest, skin vibrating and everything disappearing around her. For a moment, thereâs nothing but overwhelming pleasure, nothing but overpowering electricity.Â
And then she hears a gravelly moan behind her and clumsy hands drag her closer, pulling her down firmer against his dick before he stills, shaking underneath her weight and whimpering against her shoulder, biting down on the skin there without even realizing heâs doing it. Â
And then suddenly, her mind clears, all the grime and dirt clogging it flushing out and leaving behind something else. Something that feels an awful lot like guilt. Shame. Embarrassment.
The fuzzy haze she was lost in mere moments ago vanishes into thin air and just like that, she can think clearly again.
Summary â If having a fairytale love story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to... divorce?
Navigation â Part 06 | Part 07 | Part 08
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Summary â If having a fairytale love story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to... divorce?
Navigation â Part 04 | Part 05 | Part 06
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âË⥠DEAN LOVES YOUR NEW NIPPLE PIERCINGS êŁà§
Getting your nipples pierced was a last minute decision.
Earlier that day, you went with Allie to get her navel pierced. She was so excited, talking about all the piercings she would love to have but isnât sure about. Which led to her saying, âYou would look absolutely fucking amazing with your nipples pierced. I bet Dean would have a field day with it, too.â
She kept babbling, saying stuff like, âNot that Iâm suggesting it for him. Only for yourself, obvi. And me and Han, I know she would agree.â
You laughed it off, saying it was cool but not your thing.
Until you were inside the piercing shop.
The girl at the counter asked what the two of you needed, saying for a piercing it would be around a ten minute wait. Allie told the girl what she wanted, but before she wrote it down you butted in.
âUm, actuallyâI wanted to get my nipples pierced, can we do that today too?â
The worker responded politely, âof course!â before writing your information down.
Allie whipped her head around to face you as you walked away from the counter, her curls swaying. âReally? I thought you werenât into the ideaâŠâ She squealed, excitement clearly coursing through her body.
You shook your head, hoping she didnât see through your false confidence when you replied, âI mean, why not? Itâs cute.â
When you got home later that day, Dean was already cozying up in your bed. He knew youâd be out with Allie for a while but youâd told him he could be there if he wanted to. You didnât really think heâd take the offer.
âOh! Hi,â you mumbled as you walked in the door, your brain hyperaware of your new piercings. Youâd been so consumed by the thought of the piercings themselves that youâd forgotten that Dean was going to see them, probably very soon.
Youâd also forgotten how sensitive theyâd be.
âHey, baby,â his voice was muffled from being beneath a big pile of your blankets and stuffed animals, âHave fun with Allie?â
The way you paused mindlessly before answering with a soft, âYeah,â was Deanâs first red flag. The second was how stiff you were standing as you walked around the room, putting your purse away and taking off your shoes.
He sat up, moving the little bunny stuffy he got you for Valentineâs day.
When you finally met his eyes, your guard was up immediately. His bright blue eyes were narrowed and his lips were pressed in a pout. âOkay.â
âOkay?â
âOkay. Tell me what happened.â
Laughing, you sat on the empty side of the bed. âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
Dean rolled onto his stomach, taking up the empty space and revealing his shirtless torso. âYouâre acting weird. I want my girlfriend back, please.â
You rolled your eyes, running your hand over his hair soothingly.
âOkay,â you cleared your throat, trying to push down your racing thoughts. What if he hates it? What if he has to pretend to like it? What ifââI have something to tell you.â
His playful smile dropped, worry taking over his features. âYeah?â
Dragging a hand over your face, you let out a heavy breath. âI got my nipples pierced,â you mumbled against your palm.
There was a beat of silence before Dean said, âWhat was that?â
âDean.â
âI really couldnât hear you, baby,â He laughed, his hands coming up to wrap around your wrists and pull your hands away from your face. âCan you repeat it? Please?â
Groaning, you repeated louder, âI got my nipples pierced.â
There was another silent beat, but Deanâs eyes had an unmistakable fire in them. The corner of his lips quirked up, his eyes dropping to your chest and back up.
âWhat?â
âI am not repeating myself again, Di Laurentis.â
âNo, no. I justâWow,â he blew out a breath, his chest rising and falling more dramatically than before. âCan I see?â
Thatâs how you ended up here, with Deanâs hands resting on your hips and his legs open wide for you to stand between. Your shirt was in a pile on the floor, the cool air making your nipples hard and even more of a view for Dean.
âWow. You lookâŠâ he trailed off, his gaze never straying from your tits. His hand reached up, aiming for your new piercings, until you stopped his hand.
âCanât touch. Yâgotta be careful with âem.â
Your boyfriend dragged out a low groan, dropping his head to your stomachâmaking sure to avoid hitting your sensitive piercings. âYouâre already killing me, and now I canât even touch you? What am I being punished for?â
You scoffed, âYouâre not being punished, you big baby. And if youâre expecting me to wait until my piercings are fully healed for you to touch me at all, Iâm offended.â
His head snapped up at that, his eyes telling you everything you need to know. That and the very clear boner heâs sporting through his sweats. âI just gotta avoid the tits for a little? Thatâs all? No surprise piercing down there that I need to know about?â
You shook your head, recognizing the undeniable heat in his voice, âEverything else is still on the table.â
The entire night felt like it was just Dean complimenting you. He said something at every point.
Took your pants off? âGorgeous.â Came on his fingers? âSo fucking hot.â Finished on his face? âDelicious.â
He would not stop.
Even when he was buried to the hilt inside you, while you were squirming from the pleasure and milking his cock dry, he felt like he had to keep praising you. âYouâre so pretty, baby. I fucking loveâHoly shitâI love your nipples. I love your nipple piercings. So fucking sexy, baby.â
The man literally begged you to go on top. He said he âwanted to have your pretty tits up close and bouncing in his face if he couldnât even touch them.â
You agreed, expecting to have to take control. Not expecting to have him fucking up into you, hitting you at a new angle that made your back arch and your entire body shake. Your eyes were teary and clamped shut, moans spilling out of your mouth faster than you could feel them coming.
âThat feel good, sweetheart?â The cocky bastard asked you with a devilish grin on his face. âLooks like it from down here.â
Your hand cupped over his mouth, your way of telling him to shut up without having to speak. He kissed your palm and grabbed your hand, lacing his fingers through yours.
The new angle you took to reach his mouth made your clit rub against his solid body, adding extra pleasure that made you squeeze around him. âOh my god. Dean.â
Dean groaned at the sound of your shaky voice gasping his name, the feeling of your tight pussy around him and your nails digging into his biceps bringing him closer to his release.
âIâm close,â his deep voice rasped in your ear, his hands gripping your hips as he continued plowing into you. You threw your head back with your body, Deanâs fingers promptly coming to toy with your clit, working you over the edge.
âDeanââ
âI know, baby. Ride it out fâme,â he cooed, continuing his thrusts until you pushed on his chest to stop him.
You slowly pulled off, careful not to overstimulate your very sensitive cunt. Flopping over on your back, Dean was quick to roll on his side to look at you. He didnât say anything more, just stared until you turned away in embarrassment.
Summary â If having a fairytale love story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to... divorce?
Navigation â Part 03 | Part 04 | Part 05
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Pairing â F1 Driver!Rafe x High School Sweetheart!(F)Reader
Summary â Before Rafe became known as one of the best drivers on the circuit, he was your secret. Until his popularity skyrocketed, his name plastered on every billboard, and he became one of the most eligible bachelors in F1. Leaving you behind to indulge in the notoriety of the sport, you and Rafe ceased all forms of contact. Years passed, and he hasn't stopped thinking about you: his first love, his high school sweetheart, the only person to believe in him. When new management takes over his team, he's afraid their new strategy could undermine his position in the cutthroat league. But in an unexpected twist of fate, the new leadership included you. Returning back to him. With a ring on your finger. Engaged to his boss.
Content â formula one au, high school sweethearts to strangers to lovers (or...), love triangle, om/ow drama
Navigation â Part 09 | Part 10 | Part 11
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Summary â If having a fairytale love story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to... divorce?
Navigation â Part 02 | Part 03 | Part 04
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Summary â If having a fairy tale story guaranteed a happy ending, then, uh, why are you and Rafe getting a divorce?
Content â angst, hurt/comfort, brother's best friend, childhood friends to high school sweethearts to lovers to... divorce?
Navigation â Part 01 | Part 02 | Part 03
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Summary â Falling in love is easy, but what happens after?
Navigation â Part 01 | Part 02
Zya's Post Notes: hello! i am back? idk, i got mad at the argentina v england match so now i'm here. anyways! angst city is back!!! this was very much inspired by a tiktok by @/kelbithomas.
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â ÖčÂ Ë DEAN DI LAURENTIS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND á±ș㠀㠀  àšà±żÂ
heâs such a nickname abuser. âpretty girlâ and âsweetheartâ are his go-to, but sometimes he switches to more cheesier terms of endearment to call you in front of other people just to embarrass youâpookie, munchkin, shnookums? yes! and hes loud about it too! this is my official statement that in another universe dean would pair extremely well with a shy, quiet reader. heâd love pulling her out of her comfort zone with his silly antics.
as his girlfriend, youâre entitled to receive random pecks and kisses all the time. iâm talking all the time. if youâre watching a movie together and heâs feeling a little neglected, heâll grab your arm and kiss the entire length of it, not missing an inch, until you cuddle him. if youâre standing in line for something, heâll be reading instructions while leaving kisses on your temple and in your hair. if youâre hanging out with friends and youâre on the couch while heâs sitting between your legs, heâll be kissing your thighs the whole time until you gently kick him to stop.
he finds a random mic and sings you cheesy love songs when youâre having bad days, and him being so bad at it makes you laugh. dean makes it his mission not to stop until youâre laughing your ribs off and feeling better. sometimes it ends with him pulling you in to dance, or just holding you in his arms. those cuddles are your favorite because thereâs so much love and safety in them. heâs genuinely the only person who can lighten your mood immediately with his stupid jokes, stupid kisses, and stupid big arms.
heâs a sniffer, and he would die and come back for the scent of your body. he perks up immediately, gorgeous green eyes finding yours the second he smells that coconut and vanilla scent in a packed room. he has a dramatic habit of randomly sniffing all over you and pretending like heâs high off it. it doesnât matter if youâre alone or with other people. if youâre laying down together or hugging, his nose is immediately buried in your hair.
he cherishes your routines together. morning routines where he lets you shower first while he stays in bed for a couple extra minutes, then he goes after, and you brush your teeth together while he gets dressed and fixes his hair, and you do the same in front of the counter youâve definitely used for more than just getting ready. eating breakfast together. post-dinner walks where he tangles your hands together. cooking dinner on friday nightsâwell, you do most of the cooking while he cleans and does basic prep, because if heâs in charge, youâre definitely eating burnt food. and the nightly gossip sessions, both of you with face masks on, leaning on your elbows facing each other. he makes you smile so much with all the locker room gossip your cheeks hurt, and you tell him campus rumors while he lets out theatric gasps.
besides physical touch and quality time, his love language is definitely gift giving. mention one thing one time, and boomâyou have it next day or for a special occasion. he never runs out of gift ideas. it ranges from material things to more meaningful ones, like love letters he gets embarrassed about giving you.
to conclude, dean would be an amazing boyfriend. heâd be loyal and fully devoted to you. in his eyes, you would be the girl for him.
i was feeling nostalgic & went through my old drafts from over a year ago & apparently forgot to post this so here u go!
if this is not ur cup of tea, scroll & read something else xx
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âMâreally tired.â her voice is small and the gloomy look in her eye tells him all he needs to know. He doesnât ask questions like âwhat happened?â or âwhatâs wrong?â because he knows herâknows that whenever sheâs feeling like this she just wants someone to be gentle with her, someone to hold her, which is exactly what he does.Â
His arms are tight around her waist (despite her nonexistent efforts of drawing away in the first place) when he walks backwards until the edge of her bed touches the backs of his knees. The mattress creaks under his weight as he tugs at her arm, forcing her weak form to tumble on top of him. And heâs so warm she just wants to crawl inside his clothes and stay there forever, wishing the lullaby of his heartbeat could put her to sleep so eternal sheâd never have to wake up from it.Â
And thereâs no need for words, no need to open their mouths to talk about something neither of them want to when his hand finds the back of her headâsoftly tugging at her roots to make her look up at him. And for a moment, he simply stares into her blurry eyes with something akin to concern, which never fails to confuse her because itâs rare Rafe feels that way towards anyone but himself.Â
However, she doesnât question it too much when his thumbs swipe over the delicate skin under her eyes, catching the salty beads before stroking the now wet pads over her cheeks. And she canât help but lean into his touch, a faint hum leaving her throat when his fingers trail lower; thumbing over her lips absentmindedly before grazing over the bottom one.Â
âRayâŠâ her complaint is muted when he lets the pad of his thumb push past the seam of her mouth and rest on her tongue. It feels wet and warm and it makes him smile.
âWhat?â he questions with a low drawl, eyes fixed on the view of his digit disappearing past her lips. And when she doesnât showcase any further resistance, he begins to rub lazy circles over the flat of her tongue, dragging another whine from the back of her throat because sheâs not a dumb baby and she does not need to suck on her brotherâs thumb like a fucking pacifier in order to feel better. Â
But for whatever reason, she seems to find some semblance of comfort in it; feels the awful week sheâs had already beginning to fade from her consciousness, the edges blurring and sinking into oblivion with every passing moment she lets him invade her mouth. And maybe thatâs the reason she doesnât pull awayâmerely slobbers over the digit and lets her heavy lids fall shut. After all, heâs so warm and sheâs so exhausted.
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being pregnant with rafeâs baby meant being treated like a princess from sun up to sun down, the man not allowing you to do a single thing that may cause any kind of physical strain. unfortunately that meant no cooking or baking since it made you stand up for long periods of timeâ it really didnât, but that was rafeâs claim. if you wanted to do any of those things you had to do it while he was gone at work, and even though youâd hear a never ending lecture about it later, rafe still enjoyed your surprise dinners you made for him throughout the week. tonight, however, you realized rafe would be pretty much eating by himself. despite making this very dish for him hundreds of times, you still managed to mess up and accidentally under buy everything needed to feed you both.
instead of buying two steaks, you only bought one. instead of making a fair amount of mashed potatoes, you made just enough for rafe to have a second serving the way he always did. you didnât think about yourself once while you were out shopping for tonightâs meal. âgod, iâm such an idiot!â you whispered to yourself once you put together rafeâs plate. glancing to see what was left on the stovetop, you laughed. of course, you could leave it up to your pregnancy brain to not think clearly of all days. before you could dwell on your mistake for too long, the sound of the front door opening made you snap out of your thoughts. âit smells good in here!â rafe strolled into the kitchen, his eyes growing wide as he immediately zeroed in on the plate waiting for him at his spot at the table.
wrapping his arms around your waist, you leaned into his kiss as he softly rubbed your belly. âyou look gorgeous as always.â you smiled, your eyes fluttering closed as you breathed in his scent. âi missed you.â you hugged his arm, your lips pressing another peck to his chin. rafe hummed, muttering a âi missed you, tooâ before he placed his keys down on the counter. âeverythingâs ready!â you chirped, âgo ahead and sit down, iâll come back with my plate right now.â rafe nodded, making his way to the dining room. panicking, you tried your best to serve yourself a little bit of everything you made, your plate still looking empty and void of food even though you packed all that you could without taking from rafeâs portion.
all hopes of rafe not noticing your poor excuse of a âplateâ was deemed useless as soon as he gave you a double take as you were taking a seat. âwhat the hell is that?â he looked up at you, a mix of confusion and concern lacing his tone. âiâm not that hungry, iââ rafe was shaking his head immediately, his eyes traveling over to the kitchen. âbaby, whereâs the rest of your food? it looks like you got free samples on a plate and called it a day.â you sighed, your eyes watering as you reached for your plate that was now in rafeâs hands. âi justâ ugh, i feel so dumb!â you pulled your plate back, âwhen i went grocery shopping for dinner earlier, i didnât account for myself on accident and i only bought enough food for just you to eat, so obviously now there isnât enough and i hate losing my train of thoughtââ
before you could keep rambling on, rafe was already cutting his steak in half to place on your plate, in which you tried to deny but it was no use. âhere,â he scooped his mashed potatoes next, and then it was the corn and his favorite bacon wrapped asparagus, âi canât rest or even be remotely comfortable unless i know youâre in perfect condition.â rafe stood up, kissing the crown of your head. âdonât you worry, baby, iâm gonna have whatever is left over and if iâm still hungry iâll just order something. itâs no big deal.â he reassured you, kneeling down so he was eye level with you. âi didnât want you to get takeout though, this dinner was for you!â you sniffled. âyou do a lot for me already, sweetheart, please donât let this upset you.â rafe pleaded, genuinely stressing at the sight of you shedding tears.
âi just wanted to do something niceââ you hiccuped, âbut nooo, i just have to forget something all the time!â rafe shushed you, his hands enveloping your own as he let you bury your face in the curve of his neck. âi think youâre being way too hard on yourself,â he thumbed your chin, âit was an honest mistake, babe, i promise you itâs not a big deal. the guys treated me to lunch earlier, i was eating the snacks you packed for me throughout the day, now this. iâm not starving, okay?â you finally met his gaze, your teary eyes tugging at his heartstrings. âyou swear?â you sat up straight, picking up your fork. âi promise. now, please help me feel better by just digging into your food, yeah?â
may i present stoner!pope whoâs obsessed with seeing readers lip gloss all over the blunt đ€«đ€
⥠WARNINGS : pretty weird age gap (reader is ideally 19-20, and pope is in his 40âs. if this isnât your thing pls keep scrolling), flirting, heavy petting, suggestive language
pope was never fond of deran and craig throwing parties at smurfâs house, mainly because he believed one should never bring pleasure to a place where business was conductedâ or at least thatâs what he believed before he saw you sitting by yourself on the couch in the living room. you were babysitting a smirnoff you had yet to take a swig from, your facial expression morphing into one of boredom as you watched the pool party festivities happen from behind the glass window. he stared you down before making his presence known, his eyes running down the swells of your breasts, to the plushness of your thighs, your baby pink bikini surely engraving itself into his mind as one of his favorite sights to have beheld.
pope didnât have a thing for feet, considering anything broadly perceived as unsanitary didnât pique his interest, but after eyeing your white pedicured toes in your wedged sandals? he could make an exception. crossing one leg over the other, pope knew he couldnât help himself as soon as the imprint of your folds showed through the flimsy material of your bikiniâ his gaze darkening before clearing his throat and drawing your attention. embarrassingly, you had jumped in surprise when you heard pope in the kitchen, his shadowy figure making your heart race as he stalked towards you. âthe partyâs outside.â you watched as he leaned against the wall frame, a tight black t-shirt hugging his body to perfection.
straightening up, you smoothed your hair over your shoulder. âsorry, i hope iâm not intrudingâ!â you were just about to get up before pope stepped down into the den, a whiskey glass in his hand as he motioned for you to stay where you were sitting. taking a seat not too far away from you, you suddenly felt exposed as popeâs eyes ran down your oiled legs, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before he took the neatly rolled blunt from behind his ear and held it up in offering. âi wonât lecture you on the dangers of being a pretty girl and welcoming yourself inside a strangerâs house if you spark this with me.â your skin burned hot at his words, your acrylic nails digging nervously into your palms.
âyou think iâm pretty?â pope smiled, knowing he reeled you in right where he wanted you. he hoped youâd entertain him for a while, maybe even give him a little peck on his cheek if he asked nicely. âi do. youâre the prettiest thing thatâs been in this house in a really long time.â you studied the man sitting in front of you, deciding that his lap looked rather empty as he manspreaded before you. holding his stare, you slowly uncrossed your legs, catching the way his eyes drifted down to the apex of your thighs. âyou live here?â pope offered his hand, your palm finding his as you stood up and walked over to him. guiding you to sit on one side of his lap, your knees stayed tucked in between his legsâ his rough palm resting on the soft curve of your ass.
taking the lighter out of his pocket, pope handed it over to you, motioning for you to light the end of the blunt that currently sat in between his fingers. you watched as the light illuminated his face in orange flickers, the scene being enough to get your stomach erupting in a fit of butterflies. he was even more handsome up close, the curly tufts of his hair more noticeable than before. blowing the smoke away from your face, he hummed deeply. ânot really, i just stay here from time to time.â pope shrugged, his eyes zeroing in on your glossy lips. âthat means craig and deran are your brothers?â you looked up, the clouds of smoke lingering heavily in the dark space. not taking his eyes off of your face, he nodded.
â..so that makes you???â realizing you were asking for his name, pope cleared his throat, snapping out of his trance. âandrew.â he replied curtly, his cock stirring in his pants at the sight of you bringing the blunt up to your lips. âandrew? aww, i like that.â pope loved the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue, his mind running wild with the possibilities of you saying his name in a different context. âhow do you know deran and craig?â he couldnât hold back the bite in his tone, jealousy suddenly coursing through his veins at the fact that he wasnât the one to meet you first. âthey came up to me and my friend on the beach yesterday, âinvited us over,â you smiled sweetly, âparties arenât really my thing, but my friend really wanted to come. she has a crush.â
pope nodded, his curiosity getting the best of him with his next question. âdo you have a crush on one of them too?â you studied his face, shrugging. âtheyâre cute,â you whispered, feeling against the stubble on his cheek, ânot my type though. i like men who are more.. mature.â pope felt his chest bloom with pride, the blunt now being passed back to him. just as he was going to take a drag, a small glimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention. looking down at where your lips had just been, pope felt a carnal-like desire once he saw the leftover remnants of your lipgloss adorning the cigar wrap. it was your own personal mark, and something about it just drove him crazy.
âthatâs cute.â he held the blunt up for you to see. âwhat lipgloss is that?â you couldnât help but giggle, the sound like music to popeâs ears. âwhy? do you want some?â you teased, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip. the action was more intimate than pope anticipated, his jaw clenching as you shifted your weight in his lap. the soft strokes against your skin turned more rough, his hands working your flesh as your smile dropped. âno,â he leaned in, âi just wonder what it would look like smudged against something else.â your breath hitched in your throat, a wave of both excitement and anxiety washing over you. as much as popeâs age intimidated you, the urge to be on your knees for him overpowered everything else.
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