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pov. your ex boyfriend rafe finds out you’re on a date with a new guy… of course rafe being rafe, he shows up.

notes. hes so hot. okay hi hello pls read warnings before u read. ok thank u. ok bye. ok bye fr…noo stoop u go first, ooommg fineee ill go first

content warnings. ⸝⸝ manhandling, car sex, cussing, angry rafe, hate sex, angry sex, no proof read, arguing during sex, idk more they just argue, toxic, crazy ex, possibly cnc(?), rafe calls you a bitch, really rough sex

you know you’re in deep shit when rafe finds out you did shit he doesn’t like, so when your friends ratted you out that you were having fun with another guy at the beach.. he shows up.

he doesn’t let you know he knows though because you’ll avoid him.

“today was great, thank you for taking me out.” you smile, your hair blowing around in the wind. the man smiles, and nods. “of course.” the man replies. you smile at him and sigh. “well… i should get going, text me tomorrow okay?” you tell him, the man nodded and you both went different directions.

when getting to your car, you drop your keys on the ground accidentally. you bend over to get it, and head to your car door. while clicking the button to unlock your car, you hear footsteps behind you, and suddenly your back is being slammed against the car door.

you scream and his hand covers your mouth. “who the fuck were you just with?” he asks, your eyes looking up and meeting his. “none of your fucking business.” you bark back, your voice vibrating against his hands. he scoffs. “oh yeah? none of my business?” he asks.

“yeah.” you reply. “it is, when i’m fucking you every night you want me.” he replied, frustrated growls in his voice. you tried but you failed to control the eye roll you just gave him, he clocked it immediately. “what if i want better dick?” you said but you obviously didn’t mean it, he was amazing.

he scoffs. “all of this is about you wantin’ dick?” he questioned, his brows in a tight scowl. he then roughly moves you to the back seat door, opening it and undoing his belt quickly.

“fuckin’ slut wanted dick all along? unbelievable.” he comments, working his clothes off his body while throwing you roughly in the backseat. he gets in, closing the door behind him. “you’re such a fucking bitch sometimes,” he growled, grabbing your wrists when you tried to push him away.

“says the asshole who can’t keep his dick in his pants for five minutes,” you snapped back, voice dripping with attitude. you glared at him even as heat pooled between your legs. “get off me, rafe. i’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.” you say, you were obviously lying and he knew it. “yeah? that why your nipples are so fucking hard?” he smirked, yanking your top up roughly. you squirmed underneath him, bratty as ever.

“don’t touch me,” you hissed, even though you lifted your arms so he could pull the shirt over your head. “you think you can just drag me into my own backseat and i’ll spread my legs? you’re so fucking delusional.” you barked out. rafe laughed darkly, hands already working on your shorts, tugging them down your thighs along with your panties in one aggressive pull. “keep running that pretty mouth, baby. we both know you’re soaked right now.” he teased.

you kicked half heartedly as he stripped you, but the confined space made it useless. “fuck you. i hate you.” you say. “good,” he muttered in response, shoving your thighs apart. “i hate you too.”

he freed himself from his pants, thick and angry-hard, and pushed inside you in one brutal thrust. you gasped sharply, nails digging into his shoulders as he stretched you open. “shit—slow down, you dick,” you whined, still trying to sound bratty even while your walls clenched around him.

rafe gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he started fucking you hard, the car rocking with every angry snap of his hips. “shut the fuck up,” he growled against your lips. “you love this. love when i fuck the attitude right out of you.” he taunted. you moaned loudly despite yourself, legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded into you. “i still hate you,” you breathed, voice breaking with every thrust.

“yeah?” he smirked, slamming deeper. “say it again while you’re coming all over my cock.” he tells you, but you don’t. rafe gripped your jaw tighter, grabbing your attention. his hips snapping forward relentlessly, the sound of skin slapping filling the cramped backseat. “say it again then,” he taunted, voice low and mean. “tell me how much you fucking hate me while your pussy’s gripping me like a slut.” he says.

you tried to keep your bratty glare, even as your eyes fluttered and another moan slipped out. “i do hate you,” you spat, breath hitching hard with every deep thrust. “you’re such a toxic asshole, rafe. think you can just—fuck—use me whenever you want?” you say while slurring on your words.

he laughed breathlessly, pounding into you harder, the car shaking. one hand slid down to grip your thigh roughly, spreading you wider.

“yeah? keep talking shit, bitch. we both know you live for this dick. acting all high and mighty but you’re creaming all over me already.” he said.

you bit your lip, trying to stay defiant, but your voice cracked as he hit that spot inside you repeatedly. “shut up— you’re not even that good,” you lied, nails digging into his back. “i’ve had better. you’re just… fuck— rafe, slow down!”

he doesn’t. “bullshit,” he growled, slamming into you even rougher, making your head bump lightly against the door. “you’re struggling so fucking bad right now. can’t even keep up with me, can you? poor little brat’s getting fucked stupid.” he coos mockingly.

you whined loudly, legs trembling around his waist as you tried to match his pace but failed miserably. “i hate you so much,” you gasped, voice shaky and far less confident now. “you’re such a— ahh— fucking dickhead. think you’re so hot just because you have a big cock.” you say. rafe smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his forehead as he drove into you without mercy.

“keep lying to yourself, baby. your pussy’s fluttering like crazy. bet you’re gonna cum all over the guy you ‘hate’ any second now.” he responds with a laugh. “no i’m not,” you shot back weakly, trying to sound bratty but sounding desperate instead.

your body betrayed you completely, back arching as you clenched hard around him. “fuck you, rafe. i’m not— i’m not gonna…” you stammer, jaw going slack. “yeah you are,” he groaned, leaning down to bite your neck. “cum for me like the needy little whore you are. prove how much you hate me while you soak the backseat.” he taunts.

rafe kept fucking you hard, the car rocking violently with every brutal thrust. you were a moaning mess underneath him but still clinging to that bratty attitude, even as your voice shook. “is that all you got?” you sneered, trying to sound cocky despite how full you felt. “calling this a dick? it’s so fucking little, rafe. pathetic.”

he paused mid thrust, his eyes narrowing. “the fuck did you just say?”

you smirked up at him, breathing heavy, sweat sticking to your skin. “you heard me. your dick is little. the guy i was on a date with earlier? way bigger than you. he actually knows how to fuck a girl properly.” you tease. you didn’t fuck him, but he doesn’t know that.

rafe’s grip on your hips turned bruising as he slammed into you harder, almost punishingly. “you lyin’ little bitch,” he growled, pounding you so deep the car creaked. “keep talking shit. i know you’re full of it.” he responds. “am i?” you gasped, legs shaking around him as you fought to stay defiant. “he stretched me better than this. you’re barely hitting anything, rafe. sad little cock— fuck— can’t even make me cum.”

that set him off.

he grabbed your throat, not tight enough to hurt but enough to shut you up for a second, and started railing you mercilessly, hips snapping fast and rough. “keep moaning about his bigger dick while you’re creaming all over mine, you fuckin’ whore,” he snarled. “this ‘little’ cock is the one ruinin you right now.” he barks out

you tried to laugh mockingly but it came out as a broken whimper, your walls fluttering hard around him. “still… little,” you managed weakly, voice cracking as your orgasm built against your will. “he fucked me deeper… made me cum twice before you even—” rafe cut you off by slamming into you particularly hard, grinding against your clit with every thrust. “then why the fuck are you about to cum so hard on me, huh? say his name again. i dare you.” he warns.

your bratty act finally crumbled as the pleasure overwhelmed you. “rafe— fuck— i’m—” you cried out, body locking up as you came hard, soaking his cock and the backseat, thighs trembling violently around him. “that’s what i thought,” he groaned, hips stuttering. he laughs softly. “tight little pussy doesn’t lie.”

he fucked you through your orgasm before burying himself deep and cumming with a low, angry groan, filling you up in thick, hot spurts. his body tensed over yours, hips jerking as he drained himself completely inside you. you both panted heavily in the steamy car, his cock still twitching inside you as he stayed buried deep, glaring down at your flushed, fucked-out face.

“still gonna tell me his dick was bigger?” he muttered, smirking. “yeah..” you say, and he rolls his eyes.

you both panted hard in the steamy backseat, bodies slick with sweat. rafe was still buried inside you, his cock softening slightly as he tried to catch his breath. you smirked up at him weakly, even though your legs were still shaking.

he thought the dialogue was over but you weren’t done messing with him. “that all you got, cameron?” you breathed out, voice hoarse but still full of attitude. “came so fast like a little bitch. told you your dick is pathetic. my date from earlier would’ve lasted way longer.” you sigh.

rafe’s eyes darkened as he stared down at you. “watch your fucking mouth,” he warned, voice low and dangerous. “i just fucked you stupid and you’re still running it?” he mentions. you let out a weak, bratty laugh, clenching around his cock on purpose. “or what? gonna cry because i said your dick is little again? newsflash, rafe — it is. he was thicker and longer. made me cum so much harder than your sad little thrusts ever could.” you tease, digging your own grave.

that was it for him.

rafe pulled out of you suddenly, making you whine at the emptiness, only to flip you over roughly onto your stomach. he pushed your face against the leather seat and slammed back into you in one brutal thrust.

“you never fucking learn, do you?” he growled, starting to fuck you hard again, hips snapping against your ass. you gasped sharply, fingers scrambling against the seat. “rafe— fuck— wait—”

“nah, you wanted to keep talking shit,” he snarled, pounding into you mercilessly. “so keep talking. tell me again how much bigger his dick was while i’m balls deep in this sloppy pussy.” he says while you tried to keep up the attitude but the overstimulation hit you fast. tears started spilling down your cheeks as he railed you without mercy, his cock hitting so deep it made your toes curl.

“i— i still hate you,” you sobbed, voice breaking pathetically. “you’re still… little—” you couldn’t talk. rafe laughed darkly, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back so he could see your tear-streaked face. “aww, look at you,” he mocked, hips never slowing. “crying already? where’s all that big talk now, princess? thought you were such a tough brat. now you’re sobbing on my ‘little’ cock like a helpless whore.”

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears rolling down your face as another orgasm built against your will. “rafe… too much—” you gasp. “too much?” he taunted, slamming into you even harder. “cry harder, baby. this is what you get for running that fucking mouth. gonna keep fucking you until the only thing you can say is sorry.” he said.

rafe yanked your hair harder, forcing your back to arch as he railed you from behind, his hips slamming against your ass with zero mercy. “still crying like a fucking baby,” he laughed cruelly, voice dripping with contempt. “look at you. big tough brat in the front, sobbing all over my cock in the back. pathetic.” he says.

you choked on a sob, tears streaming down your face and soaking the leather seat, but you refused to break completely.

“i’m not— fuck— i’m not saying sorry,” you gasped out, voice shaky and wrecked. “you’re still a piece of shit, rafe. still have a little dick—” mid sentence he slapped your ass hard, the sound cracking through the car, then gripped your hips bruisingly as he fucked you even deeper.

“oh you’re not sorry?” he mocked, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, his breath hot against your ear. “good. i don’t want your fake apology anyway. i want you to cry harder while i ruin this sloppy cunt.” he said.

you whimpered loudly, fresh tears spilling as the overstimulation made your whole body shake. “rafe— it hurts—” he didn’t even give you a chance to speak to him. “shut the fuck up,” he growled, pounding into you faster.

“you don’t get to whine after talking all that shit about your date’s bigger dick. you don’t get to cry and act innocent now. this is what you fucking deserve.” he responds, he reached around and slapped your clit lightly, making you jolt and sob louder.

“go on then,” he taunted, voice mean and low. “tell me again how much bigger he is. tell me while you’re leaking all over my ‘little’ cock and crying like a bitch. i love watching you fall apart and still refuse to say sorry.”

“i won’t,” you cried, stubborn even as your voice cracked and broke. “i’m not sorry— i hate you— you’re such a fucking asshole—” you continue to say, which made him laugh, slamming into you so hard the whole car shook. “that’s my girl. keep crying and keep lying. makes me want to fuck you even meaner.” he stated.

rafe kept pounding into you relentlessly from behind, his cock driving deep with every angry thrust while you sobbed into the seat. “still not sorry?” he growled, yanking your hair harder. “cry all you want, princess. i’m not stopping until this pussy gives out.” he says to you.

your body was shaking uncontrollably, thighs soaked, tears pouring down your face. the pleasure was too much, building fast and violent despite how mean he was being. “rafe— fuck— i can’t—” you choked out between sobs, still trying to hold onto your attitude. “i’m not saying sorry… you’re still a dick—” you say, laughing a bit.

he laughed, slapping your ass again as he railed you even harder. “yeah? then cum for me, you stubborn little whore. cum all over the ‘little dick’ you hate so much.” he tells you.

your walls clenched hard around him, the pressure snapping. you came violently, crying out loud as your orgasm crashed through you. your whole body tensed and trembled, pussy gushing around his cock while fresh tears streamed down your cheeks.

“ohhh fuck— rafe—” you sobbed, voice completely broken as waves of pleasure ripped through you. your legs shook wildly, back arching, unable to control the way you spasmed and leaked all over him. rafe didn’t slow down for a second, fucking you straight through your orgasm with a mean smirk on his face. “that’s fucking pathetic,” he mocked, voice dripping with satisfaction.

“look at you crying and creaming all over me while you still refuse to apologize. such a stubborn little brat. your pussy is honest even if your mouth isn’t.” he told you.

like a bird in the heart, like a sparrow

unfortunately, i have seen this with my own eyes.

the hair in the chest and that happy trail

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sweet girl - 141 being obsessed with you

the nickname had started with simon first. passing you in the hallway, hand falling on your lower back as he squeezed past you, greeting you with a good morning and “s’cuse me sweetheart, just gettin’ past”

he’d say it when catching you working out in the gym, complimenting you on your form with a hidden “nice form, sweet girl, keep those legs apart”. somehow he’d find his way behind you, pressing his body against you. you never knew how he ended up there.

then it spread to soap, with a little more enthusiasm. greeting you in the hallways, calling the name out loud enough to get the attention of everyone. “what’s our sweet girl been up ta’?”, “anything new goin’ on, sweet girl?”

you couldn’t lie, it turned you the fuck on. especially when simon said it with his low voice, creeping up behind you and rasping it in your ear. soap almost made a humiliation ritual out of it, causing you to run to a private area to play with yourself— thinking of the two having their way with you, all while calling you “sweet girl”.

it was even worse when gaz got to it. he spoke it with such love, smiling with that natural charm he had. “hey there, sweet girl,” smirking as usual. during gun training one day he had your panties soaked from all the praising and pet-names. and you think he knew it.

price catching on is the cherry on the fucking cake. he just knows how to use it in a way that his boy’s don’t. “what’re ya’ doin’ there sweet girl?” “sure you can handle all that?” “need some help there, sweet thing?”

it got so bad you knew it had to be a running joke! something they were all in on. but it wasn’t, you really just were their sweet girl <3

His hair looks perfect like thisssss.

Khabib Nurmagomedov fanfic

Genre: Angst

CW: Death, sui*ide, loss of baby, mentions of infidelity..

A gloomy winter morning hung over the family home. Khabib was sure that no one, apart from the children, was sleeping last night, at least not completely sober. He watched as the black night, without a single star, turned into gray clouds, with occasional blue seeping through them.

A specific kind of grief could be felt in a room where family pictures were laid down so that the face of the deceased could not be seen. Khabib remembers protesting his mother's determination to cover mirrors in the bedroom, believing it to be wrong and superstitious. The same mirror that his now dead wife used to twirl in front of, in her new dresses, and the other on her dressing table, where she would take off the gold in the evening and leave it in a velvet box in the corner of the table. It's still open. A ring with red rubies shone through; it was her mother's engagement ring, which she wore every day, except yesterday; yesterday she was bare of gold.