doyouloveme-really

[doyouloveme-really]

Lost my shayla oh my god my heart is actually hurting 😪

I feel like I’m kinda going crazy 🥹

[doyouloveme-really]

Why are there just random guys with their dicks out on my time line ?

[doyouloveme-really]

I just had sex for like 2 hours straight and now I’m pretty sure I have to use my mum’s wheelchair 😗

Gonna write a story about it soon 😚

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 8 of pure (probably poorly written) smut. No seriously.. it’s just smut.

The moment Rafe parked the car, the air inside felt charged, heavy with unspoken desires that had been simmering for too long. You barely had time to catch your breath before he was on you again, his hands reaching out to pull you into another hungry kiss. His mouth claimed yours with an urgency that sent shivers down your spine, his lips rough and demanding as they moved against yours.

You responded just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him back with everything you had, pouring all your frustration, your longing, into the connection between you. Rafe’s hands were everywhere—one gripping your waist, the other sliding up under your shirt to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple and making you gasp into his mouth.

The sound seemed to drive him wild. He groaned, deep and primal, and broke the kiss only to start trailing his lips down your neck. His hot breath against your skin made you arch into him, your body aching for more of his touch. You could feel the roughness of his stubble as he nipped and sucked at your throat, each kiss leaving behind a mark that would bloom into a deep bruise by morning.

“Rafe,” you breathed out, your voice trembling with need. Your fingers found their way to the hem of his shirt, tugging it up until he pulled away just long enough to yank it off over his head. You ran your hands over the hard planes of his chest, your nails scratching lightly over his skin, drawing another low growl from him.

He looked at you with dark, hooded eyes, his gaze flicking down to your chest before his hands were there, tugging your shirt off with a roughness that only made you want him more. The cool air hit your bare skin, but the warmth of Rafe’s touch chased away any chill. He leaned in, his lips closing around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make you gasp.

“Rafe,” you moaned, your back arching as pleasure shot through you. He switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention while his hand slipped between your thighs, pressing against the damp fabric of your panties.

“So wet for me,” he muttered against your skin, his voice thick with desire. His fingers rubbed you through the fabric, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through your core.

You whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more. Rafe didn’t need to be told twice. He slid your panties aside and plunged his fingers inside you, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing slow, torturous circles that made you see stars.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, your head falling back against the seat as your fingers dug into his shoulders, scratching down his back hard enough to leave marks.

Rafe groaned at the sensation, his fingers moving faster inside you, curling just right to hit that spot that made you cry out. He leaned in, his teeth grazing your earlobe as he whispered, “You’re mine, Y/N. No one else gets to touch you like this.”

His words sent a thrill through you, the possessiveness in his voice only adding to the fire building inside you. “Rafe,” you moaned, feeling the coil of pleasure tightening in your core, ready to snap.

He didn’t let up, his fingers working you with a skill that made your mind go blank, the only thing you could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. It wasn’t long before you were coming undone, your pussy clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashed over you, making you cry out his name.

But Rafe wasn’t done. As you were still coming down from your high, he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan of appreciation. The sight made your breath catch, your body already craving more despite the fact that you were still trembling from your release.

“Fuck, you taste so good,”

He spread your thighs, settling between them as he kissed his way down your body, taking his time, savoring every inch of you. His mouth was on your stomach, your hips, the inside of your thighs, and then finally, finally, he was where you needed him most.

He didn’t waste any time, his mouth latching onto your clit, sucking and licking until you were a moaning mess beneath him. Your fingers found his hair, tugging him closer as he devoured you, his tongue flicking and teasing until you were on the brink of another orgasm.

"Rafe, oh God," you whimpered, your hips bucking against his mouth as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

"Cum for me," he murmured against you, the vibrations sending you over the edge once again. You cried out his name, your body shaking as the pleasure consumed you, every nerve ending on fire.

He didn't stop, not until you were begging him to, your body too sensitive to take any more. When he finally pulled away, you were a panting mess, completely spent. He growled, his voice rough as he grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap, his erection pressing against you through his jeans.

His hands were all over you, touching, squeezing, leaving bruises on your hips and thighs as he ground you down against him, the friction making you moan into his mouth.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and full of need. “You’re going to come again,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And again. Until you can’t even remember why you were mad at me.”

You shivered at his words, your breath hitching as you nodded, unable to form words. Rafe’s hand slipped between your thighs again, his fingers finding your swollen clit and rubbing in slow, teasing circles that made your head fall back with a whimper.

“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “I want to see your face when you cum for me.”

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost too much, but you couldn’t get enough of it, couldn’t get enough of him. Your fingers dug into his back, your nails leaving red trails down his skin as you held on for dear life.

“Rafe, please,” you begged, not even sure what you were asking for. All you knew was that you needed more, needed him to push you over the edge again.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Cum for me, baby. Show me who you belong to.”

That was all it took. Your Third orgasm hit you like a freight train, your whole body shaking as you cried out his name, your walls clenching around nothing as you came harder than before.

Rafe groaned, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he held you close, his mouth on your neck, marking you up even more as he rode out your orgasm with you. When you finally came down, you were a trembling, breathless mess, slumped against him as he held you close, his fingers still gently stroking your sensitive clit, drawing out every last bit of pleasure he could.

You thought for a second, he was done. Thought he had finished completely and utterly devouring you. He wasn’t. He lifted your chin, making you look at him, his eyes filled with satisfaction as he took in the sight of you, thoroughly ruined and marked by him. “You’re mine,” he repeated, his voice low and possessive.

You nodded, too dazed to argue, and he smiled—a dangerous, satisfied smile that made your stomach flip. He leaned in, pressing his lips to your neck, kissing each of the bruises he’d left behind. “Everyone’s going to know it, too,” he murmured against your skin. “No one’s going to doubt who you belong to.”

Rafe placed you back in the seat, his lips finding yours in a bruising kiss as he lined himself up with your entrance. You could feel how hard he was, the tip of him pressing against you, and you were suddenly desperate to feel him inside you.

"Rafe, please," you begged, your hands gripping his shoulders as you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

He groaned, his resolve breaking as he pushed into you slowly, inch by inch, filling you completely. The stretch was intense, but the feeling of him inside you was everything you had been craving. He stilled for a moment, giving you time to adjust, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he muttered, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. "So fucking tight."

You couldn't speak, could barely breathe as he began to move, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back in, setting a slow, torturous pace. The feeling of him inside you, stretching you, filling you, was overwhelming, and you could feel another orgasm building with every thrust.

"Rafe," you moaned, your nails digging into his back as you arched into him, needing more, needing everything he had to give.

He growled, his pace quickening as he grabbed your hips, pulling you closer, deeper, harder. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the car, mixing with your moans and his grunts as he fucked you like a man possessed.

The tension was building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside you until you thought you might break. Your nails raked down his back, leaving angry red marks as you gasped for air, your vision blurring.

"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice rough as he thrust into you harder, deeper, hitting that spot that made you see stars. "Cum for me, baby."

That was all it took. You shattered around him, your body convulsing as the most intense orgasm ripped through you, leaving you a trembling mess beneath him. You screamed his name, your nails digging in as you held on for dear life, your mind going blank with pleasure.

Rafe wasn't far behind, the sight of you falling apart beneath him too much to handle. With a few more hard thrusts, he was cumming inside you, his body tensing as he groaned your name, his grip on your hips tightening as he rode out his own orgasm.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of you, both of you panting, completely spent. He didn’t move for a long moment, just holding you close, his body still inside you as you both tried to catch your breath.

Eventually, he pulled out of you, rolling over to lie beside you, pulling you into his arms. He held you close, his fingers brushing through your hair as he kissed the top of your head, both of you basking in the afterglow.

You could feel the marks he had left on your neck, could already imagine the bruises that would be there tomorrow, visible for everyone to see. But you didn’t care. Let them see. Let them know that you were his.

Because in that moment, there was no denying it. You were his, completely and utterly, and you didn’t want it any other way.

Caught up in the haste and heat of everything, you and Rafe were completely oblivious to the consistent buzzing of your phone.

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 7.

You’d been avoiding Rafe for the past week. It wasn’t easy, given the constant proximity of your social circles, but you had managed to put some distance between you. Every time he tried to catch your eye, you made sure your expression was unreadable. When his fingers brushed against yours, you pulled away subtly, as if the contact meant nothing. Conversations were kept to a minimum, curt and impersonal, just enough to keep up appearances.

It wasn’t just about avoiding him physically; you’d also been drowning out the thoughts of him with distractions. Nights out with your friends became more frequent, and your drinking habits grew bolder. The alcohol numbed the nagging ache in your chest, making it easier to push Rafe to the back of your mind, if only temporarily.

Tonight was no different. You were out with Kie, JJ, and the rest of the group, laughing loudly as you downed another shot. The bass from the music thudded in your chest, and the neon lights of the club cast a dizzying glow over everything. It was easier to let loose here, surrounded by the noise and the chaos, pretending that nothing else mattered.

But even in the midst of the crowd, you could feel his presence. You glanced up, and there he was, leaning against the bar with a few of his friends, his eyes locked on you. Rafe was watching you, his gaze intense and unyielding, and for a split second, your heart faltered. But you quickly looked away, pretending not to notice, your face carefully blank.

You tried to lose yourself in the conversation with JJ, who was regaling you with some ridiculous story, but the words barely registered. The weight of Rafe’s stare was heavy on your skin, and you could feel the tension building, like a storm waiting to break.

Minutes passed, maybe longer. You weren’t keeping track. The alcohol was making you fuzzy, loosening your inhibitions and making you bolder than usual. But the more you tried to ignore him, the more impossible it became. Finally, you could take it no longer. You excused yourself from the group, telling them you needed some air, and headed out of the crowded club, hoping the cool night air would clear your head.

But the moment you stepped outside, Rafe was there, waiting for you. He had left his friends without a word, his focus solely on you. The look on his face was a mix of frustration and something darker, something possessive.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he demanded, his voice low and rough as he approached you.

You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to steady yourself, both from the alcohol and the way his presence made your heart race. “I haven’t been avoiding you,” you lied, the words sounding weak even to your own ears.

Rafe wasn’t buying it. He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you. “Don’t bullshit me, Y/N. You’ve barely said two words to me all week. Every time I try to talk to you, you shut me out.”

“What do you expect, Rafe?” you shot back, finally letting some of the frustration you’d been holding in slip through. “You made it pretty clear where we stand. So why should I pretend everything’s fine?”

He stared at you, his jaw clenched. “You’re out here, drinking and flirting with every guy who gives you attention, and you think that’s fine?” His voice was tight with anger, but beneath it, you could hear the jealousy that fueled his words.

“Fuck you Rafe. Why do you even care?” you challenged, stepping closer, refusing to back down. The alcohol made you bold, made you push back harder than you normally would. “You have no right to say anything about what I do or who I’m with. You’re with my sister, remember?”

“That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you,” he bit out, the words slipping out before he could stop them.

You paused, the intensity of his confession throwing you off balance. You had expected more anger, more coldness, but not this. Not the raw honesty in his voice.

“Then why?” you asked, your voice quieter now, the fight leaving you. “Why do you keep pushing me away, huh? Why is it that every time I try to take what we have one step further, you keep me at arm’s length?”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “Because I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, his voice rough. “You make me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling. I’ve been trying to do the right thing, but it’s fucking killing me to see you with other guys.”

You stared at him, your heart pounding in your chest. There was so much you wanted to say, so many things you’d kept bottled up. But instead, you acted on impulse. Before you could overthink it, you grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down to you, and pressed your lips to his.

The kiss was fierce, born out of frustration and longing. Rafe responded immediately, his hands gripping your waist as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. It was like a dam breaking, all the tension and desire that had been building between you flooding out in that one moment.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily, the air between you charged with electricity. You looked up at him, your eyes searching his, and for once, there was no hesitation.

“Take me somewhere,” you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with need.

Rafe didn’t need to be told twice. He grabbed your hand, leading you away from the club, his grip firm and unyielding. Neither of you spoke as he led you to his car, the silence between you thick with anticipation. He opened the passenger door for you, and you slid inside, your heart racing with what was about to happen.

The drive was a blur. You weren’t even sure where he was taking you, but it didn’t matter. All you knew was that this moment had been a long time coming, and there was no turning back now.

Rafe parked the car in a secluded spot, away from prying eyes. As soon as the engine was off, he turned to you, his eyes dark with desire. Without a word, he reached for you, pulling you into another kiss, his hands already roaming over your body as you fumbled to do the same.

This wasn’t like the stolen kisses and touches from before. This was raw, urgent, and filled with a desperation that neither of you could deny. It was messy and intense, but it felt like everything you had been holding back had finally found an outlet.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you locked eyes with him, the reality of what you were doing settling in. But for the first time, there was no guilt, no hesitation. Just the overwhelming need to be with him, no matter the consequences.

Rafe cupped your face in his hands, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he looked at you with a mixture of regret and longing. “Y/N, I—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off, pressing your finger to his lips. “Just be with me tonight.”

He nodded, his expression softening as he pulled you into his arms, holding you close. The rest of the world faded away, leaving just the two of you in that moment, finally giving in to everything you had been denying for so long.

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 6. Things get heated between Rafe and the reader. And I don’t mean the good way.

The night was warm, the sky lit with a blanket of stars as you and your friends gathered on the beach. It was one of those perfect summer evenings that felt like it could go on forever, with the bonfire crackling, music playing softly in the background, and the air filled with laughter. You, Kie, JJ, John B, and Pope had been out here for hours, soaking up the night and the freedom that came with it. Your sister and Rafe had joined later, bringing with them a cooler full of drinks that only added to the night’s festivities.

As the evening wore on, the alcohol began to take effect. You found yourself growing more relaxed, the usual tension that came with being around Rafe and your sister dulled by the buzz in your veins. JJ, always the life of the party, was in rare form tonight, his infectious energy pulling you in as the two of you began joking and bantering more than usual.

“Come on, Y/N, you’ve got to admit I’m the best at this,” JJ teased, flashing you one of his signature grins as he took a swig from his beer. The two of you were in the middle of a playful argument about something ridiculous, but the details were lost in the haze of the night.

“Oh please, JJ,” you shot back, giving him a mock glare. “You’re good at a lot of things, but not everything.”

“Oh, really? Name one thing I’m not good at,” he challenged, stepping closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

You pretended to think for a moment, tapping your chin dramatically before leaning in and whispering, “Keeping your mouth shut.”

The group around you burst out laughing, and JJ clutched his chest as if you had wounded him. “You wound me, Y/N,” he said, though his grin never wavered.

It was all in good fun, but as the night progressed and the drinks flowed, the flirting between you and JJ became more pronounced. It started with little things—his hand brushing against yours as you passed him a drink, your laughter lingering a bit too long after one of his jokes, and the way he leaned in close to talk, his breath warm on your skin.

You were aware of Rafe’s eyes on you, watching from across the bonfire where he sat with your sister, but you tried to ignore it. You’d spent too long trying not to look in their direction, trying not to think about the way they looked together, the way he smiled at her, touched her, like she was the only girl in the world. But tonight, with JJ’s attention focused solely on you, it was easier to push those thoughts aside and just enjoy the moment.

Rafe’s expression darkened as the night went on, his jaw clenched as he watched you and JJ. He leaned over to your sister, his voice low but his words carrying enough for you to catch.

“Aren’t you going to do something about that?” he asked, nodding in your direction.

Your sister glanced over, her eyes slightly glazed from the alcohol, and shrugged. “They’re just having fun, Rafe. It’s not a big deal.”

"They're all over each other. They're practically dry-humping." The disdain in his voice didn't go unnoticed, but your sister had drunk enough by now that she simply dismissed him with a wave of her hand.

Rafe’s frown deepened, but he didn’t say anything more, instead turning his attention back to the fire. You caught the exchange out of the corner of your eye, but you didn’t let it bother you. If your sister didn’t care, then why should you?

But as the night wore on, and your sister grew more intoxicated, Rafe’s gaze became harder to ignore. Finally, when she was past the point of coherent conversation and laughing about with Kie, you felt a hand on your wrist, pulling you away from the group. You stumbled slightly, the alcohol making you less coordinated than usual, and found yourself face-to-face with Rafe, his expression thunderous.

“Come with me,” he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

“What? Why?” you asked, but he didn’t answer, simply pulling you away from the group and into the shadows, out of sight from the others. The rush of adrenaline sobered you slightly as you followed him, your heart pounding in your chest.

He didn’t stop until you were far enough away from the bonfire that the others wouldn’t hear. The crashing waves filled the silence between you, the only witnesses to the tension that was about to boil over.

“What the hell was that?” Rafe demanded, finally turning to face you. His grip on your wrist tightened, and you could see the anger simmering in his eyes.

“What was what?” you shot back, yanking your hand out of his grasp. “I was just having fun. Why do you care?”

“You know why,” he growled, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “You shouldn’t be flirting with JJ.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, defiance rising in you. “Why not? He’s my friend, Rafe. We were just joking around.”

“It didn’t look like just joking around,” he retorted, his voice dripping with jealousy. “You shouldn’t be doing that with him.”

“Why? Because you don’t want me to? That’s not fair, Rafe,” you snapped, frustration bubbling over. “I’ve had to watch you with my sister all night, every night, and I’m supposed to just pretend like it doesn’t kill me?”

His expression softened slightly at your words, but his jaw remained clenched. “That’s different, Y/N.”

“How?” you demanded, your voice rising despite your attempt to keep it quiet. “How is it different? You get to be with her, but I can’t even joke around with my friends?”

Rafe ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. “Because I can’t stand seeing you with him like that,” he admitted, his voice raw. “You’re mine, Y/N, even if I can’t show it.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. You stared at him, your emotions a tangled mess of anger, hurt, and the twisted affection you couldn’t shake. “I’m not yours, Rafe. You made your choice.”

The silence stretched between you, the truth of your words hanging in the air. Rafe’s eyes searched yours, his anger fading into something more conflicted. But you didn’t wait for him to respond. You couldn’t stand to be near him anymore, not when he was the source of so much of your pain.

“Forget it,” you muttered, turning on your heel and walking away, your heart pounding with every step. Rafe didn’t try to stop you this time, and you didn’t look back.

As you rejoined the group, forcing a smile JJ handed you another drink, his eyebrows furrowed together in what seemed to be confusion. You take it, giving him a tight lipped smile and hoped he wouldn’t question your previous whereabouts. Thankfully he didn’t. But you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering back to yours and Rafes argument. Even after everything that’s happened between you two, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted. The unspoken tension that had always simmered beneath the surface had finally boiled over, and you weren’t sure how, or if, you could ever go back to the way things were before.

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[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 5 I think? Smut. Ive read it over and over for mistakes but I can be quite illiterate under the influence, so don’t @ me. I also repeat a lot of words.. I should deffo invest in a thesaurus. Gonna love you and leave you now. Enjoy.

The dynamics between you and Rafe became increasingly complicated after that night in the kitchen. The secrecy and the thrill of sneaking around were intoxicating, yet the guilt and the confusion often left you feeling like you were walking a tightrope. You were afraid that one day your sister would find out and all hell would break loose. Rafe's behaviour didn’t help. It was a mix of blatant disregard and hidden intensity, depending on who was around.

Whenever your sister was present, Rafe acted as if you were invisible. He was the perfect boyfriend, attentive and charming, never giving a hint of the forbidden moments you shared. It was as if he could flip a switch, turning off any indication of his feelings for you. This facade was maddening, the distance between you growing wider in public while the private moments became even more intense.

But when your sister left the room or was otherwise occupied, Rafe's demeanor would shift. It was in those stolen moments that he revealed his true feelings, albeit in a way that was possessive and almost territorial. You could tell he longed for you by the way he would find ways to touch you, seemingly innocent gestures that carried a heavy weight of meaning. A hand brushing against yours as you passed him a drink, his fingers lingering a bit too long on your wrist, or a light touch on your back as he moved behind you.

One afternoon, you found yourself alone with Rafe in the living room while your sister was out running errands. Your mother was in the garden, engrossed in her work, leaving the two of you in a dangerous bubble of privacy. Rafe sat next to you on the couch, closer than he needed to be. The air was thick with unspoken tension, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you tried to focus on the television.

Out of nowhere, you felt his hand slip under the blanket that was draped over your lap. Your breath hitched as his fingers found their way to your thigh, his touch light but purposeful. He moved his hand higher, tracing slow circles on your inner thigh, his fingers inching closer to the heat between your legs. The sensation was electric, a slow build of pleasure that made you bite your lip to stifle a gasp.

Rafe's eyes flicked towards the door, ensuring no one was watching, before his fingers finally reached your center. He didn't waste any time, pressing his fingers against your clit through your panties, his touch firm and insistent. The pressure sent a jolt of pleasure through you, and you had to fight to keep your breathing steady, your hands gripping the edge of the couch.

He leaned in, his lips close to your ear. "Quiet," he whispered, his voice a husky murmur. "We don't want anyone to hear, do we?"

“What are you doing? Are you crazy? What if so-“ He cuts off your desperate plea before you could finish.

“We won’t. Just focus on me yeah? You can do that for me. Can’t you?”

You shook your head, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and arousal. The forbidden nature of his touch, the risk of being caught, only heightened the intensity of the moment. Rafe's fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, his gaze fixed on your face, watching your reactions with a smug smile.

You could feel the pleasure building, a tight coil of heat in your stomach. Every stroke of his fingers sent another wave of sensation through you, making it harder to keep quiet. Just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, he leaned in again, his breath hot against your skin.

"Cum for me," he whispered, his voice laced with command. "And then, I want you to put your fingers in my mouth."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you obeyed, slipping your hand into your panties. The feel of your slick folds under your fingers was almost too much, the combination of Rafe's touch and your own pushing you over the edge. You circled your clit in tandem with his movements, the sensation overwhelming.

As the orgasm washed over you, you bit down on your lip to stifle your moans, your body trembling with the intensity of it. Rafe's fingers didn't stop, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you were panting, your body spent. When you finally pulled your hand away, Rafe caught your wrist, guiding your fingers to his mouth.

He held your gaze as he sucked your fingers clean, his eyes dark with something you couldn't quite name. It was a possessive act, a silent declaration that you were his, and the thrill of it made your heart race. The intimacy of the moment, combined with the lingering pleasure, left you breathless and reeling.

But as soon as the moment ended, the curtain dropped again. The sound of the front door opening signaled your sister's return, and Rafe pulled away, his expression instantly shifting to one of casual indifference. He leaned back, as if nothing had happened, leaving you to struggle with the aftershocks of what had just occurred.

Your sister walked in, none the wiser, chatting about her day as Rafe nodded along, his demeanor completely normal. It was as if a switch had flipped, and he was back to being the perfect, attentive boyfriend, leaving you feeling cold and confused. The sharp contrast between his private passion and public detachment was jarring, and it left you feeling more isolated than ever.

In the days that followed, the pattern continued. In public, Rafe was distant, barely acknowledging you beyond what was necessary. But in private, he was a different person—intense and utterly consuming. He would text you, calling you over when no one else was around, pulling you into hidden corners for stolen kisses and whispered promises. He would touch you with a hunger that ruined his cool exterior, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

Yet, every time he left, he would slip back into his role, leaving you wondering where you stood. The push and pull was exhausting, the emotional whiplash making it hard to think clearly. You knew this was wrong, knew you were playing with fire, but the moments of passion, the way Rafe made you feel, kept you coming back for more.

It was a dangerous game, one that you both seemed intent on playing, despite the risks. And as you continued to fall deeper into the rabbit hole, you couldn't help but wonder how long you could keep it up before everything came crashing down around you.

[doyouloveme-really]

I hate myself and idk how stop it

[doyouloveme-really]

I was drunk and agreed to wfst happened. Eve n messaged them and flirted with then so why do I continue to feel this way ? Why do I want my mother to watch grand army in hope she realises I’m not ok like I say I am

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 4. Smut. Don’t get excited. I’m shit at writing smut. I’ll get better tho. So allow me.

It had been a long, exhausting day at work. From rude customers, to your colleagues being purposefully incompetent— you were just ready to go home and finally relax. You had finally washed up and settled on the couch, a glass of wine in hand, letting the warm liquid ease away the day’s stress. Your mum was out, leaving you with the rare opportunity to enjoy some quiet time. As you sipped your wine, the world felt pleasantly fuzzy, a soft buzz settling in your limbs. You were in your favorite pajamas—comfortable shorts and a tank top—perfect for a night of relaxation.

The buzz of your phone pulled you from your thoughts. It was a message from Rafe. Your heart did a little flip as you read his words, his familiar tone playful yet carrying the idea of something more. He mentioned being out with friends, hinting at the chaos of his night. Feeling a bit braver than usual thanks to the wine, you replied, the conversation flowing easily between you two.

As the texts continued, the flirtation became more evident. Rafe teased you about not being the spontaneous type, saying you'd never show up somewhere on a whim. The challenge was clear, and whether it was the wine or something deeper pushing you, you felt the urge to prove him wrong.

"Come pick me up," you typed quickly, your fingers dancing over the screen. "I'm not afraid to be spontaneous."

His response was immediate. "On my way. Don't chicken out."

Your heart raced as you set your phone aside and grabbed your keys. You glanced in the mirror, seeing your reflection in the dim light. The tank top and shorts were casual, almost too casual, but something about the simplicity felt right. As you slipped on a pair of flip-flops and hurried outside, the cool night air hit your skin, making you shiver with anticipation.

Rafe's car was parked at the curb, engine idling. You spotted him in the driver's seat, leaning back casually, his expression unreadable in the shadowy interior. With a deep breath, you walked over and opened the door, slipping into the passenger seat.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice warm but laced with that familiar edge of mischief. His eyes roamed over your outfit, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Nice pajamas."

You rolled your eyes playfully, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "Shut up," you muttered, but the teasing had its usual effect, making you relax.

He handed you a joint, already lit, and you hesitated for a moment before taking a hit. The smoke curled into your lungs, mixing with the wine buzz to create a heady, relaxed sensation. You passed it back to him, watching as he took a long drag, the orange glow illuminating his features.

For a while, you sat in companionable silence, passing the joint back and forth, the sound of soft music playing in the background. It was one of those rare moments where everything felt easy, the barriers between you dissolving in the haze of smoke and the gentle rhythm of the night.

Eventually, the conversation drifted back to the elephant in the room—the undeniable tension that had been simmering between you. You talked about the times he’d paid you too much attention, the secret touches, and the moments that blurred the lines of what was acceptable. There was a raw honesty in the air, fueled by the alcohol and the weed, that made it easier to voice things usually left unsaid.

"You know this can't go on," you said, though your voice lacked conviction. It was hard to focus on the reasons why this was wrong when he was sitting so close, his presence overwhelming.

Rafe's eyes darkened, a serious look replacing his usual playful demeanor. "I know," he admitted, his voice low. "But I can't stop thinking about you."

His confession sent a shiver down your spine. It was the first time he’d been so open about his feelings, and it made your heart race. You reached out, your hand hesitating before resting on his arm.

"Then why do you keep pushing me away?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Rafe looked at you, his gaze intense. "Because I don't want to mess things up. I love your sister, I don’t want to hurt her, but I can't keep pretending I don’t feel some type of way for you."

The air between you crackled with tension. It was a line that had been crossed long ago, but now, with the words out in the open, it felt like there was no going back. Before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in, closing the distance between you. The kiss was tentative at first, a testing of waters, but then it deepened, fueled by months of pent-up emotion.

Rafe cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle yet possessive. The kiss was everything you had imagined and more, a mixture of softness and urgency that left you breathless. Your hands found their way to his hair, pulling him closer as you lost yourself in the moment.

The car seemed too small, too confining for the intensity of what you were feeling. Breaking the kiss, Rafe leaned back, his breathing heavy. He looked at you, eyes filled with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice rough with emotion.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the storm of feelings inside you. It was reckless, and you knew it. But at that moment, all you wanted was him.

Rafe reached over, pulling you into his lap. The move was sudden, making you gasp as you straddled him. His hands slid under your tank top, fingers skimming over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the hard planes of his chest beneath your palms, the rapid beat of his heart mirroring your own.

His hand grabbed the back of your neck as you kissed again. You rocked slightly on his lap, just enough to feel how hard he was beneath you. If you wasn’t sure how much he wanted you before, you were now. And as he brought his hand down to slide inside your shorts, it felt as though the world outside the car disappeared. There was only the sensation of his lips on yours, his hands circling you through your panties, and the intoxicating feeling of being wanted. It was a heady mix, the forbidden nature of your relationship making every touch, every kiss, feel more intense.

“Rafe… please.” The desperation in your voice didn’t go unnoticed.

“Please what Y/N?” He hummed enjoying the way he could feel you pulsating.

“Please, just… just make me feel good.” Rafe wasted no time in moving your shorts to the side, immediately feeling just how ready you were.

“So wet. This all for me baby?” You bite you lip, eyes closed, practically clawing at his shoulders.

“Mhm. All for you.” You rock against his hand wanting- needing more.

When he finally sinks his fingers into you, you exhale a breathy moan. Squeezing around his digits. He continues to move his fingers in and out, his thumb ever so slightly teasing your clit.

“I’m so close.” He withdraws his fingers leaving you feeling empty and eager.

“Lift yourself up for a second princess.” You immediately do as you’re told. Thighs shaking, and somewhat squirming. He fiddles with the buttons on his jeans, and before you know it you see his cock spring free against his belly. You pulsate at the sight of him. He pulls you back in for a kiss, his other hand on your hip, pulling you closer.

“You sure you want this?” You can tell by his tone that he hoped you’d say yes. You nod.

“No, tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”

“Fuck.. rafe- I want you.. I want you so much it hurts.” He taps his cock on your pussy a couple times before slowly easing himself into you. Your eyes squeeze shut from how stretched you feel around him.

“Doing so good for me baby. You can take more can’t you?”

“Yes.yes.yes.” Your words are fast and mumbled. And when he does eventually bury himself in you completely, you’re barley coherent.

He fucks you hard and deep. You want to tell him- beg him to be gentle. But that was never rafes thing. He fucks like the person he is. Rough and relentless. All those months of pent up frustration, lust and anger, you could feel it all in this moment. You could feel his want and need every time he pushed into you. His thumb rubs at your clit continuously and you can feel yourself getting closer.

You seize up letting out a prolonged cry. Your Pussy squeezing him. His thrusts speed up at the sound of you cumming. Feeling you tighten around him.

Time seemed to blur, the lines between right and wrong fading into the background as you lost yourself in Rafe's touch. The night air filled with soft gasps and whispered names, the car becoming a cocoon of secrecy and desire.

When it was over, you lay against his chest, your breathing still ragged. The weight of what you had done settled over you, mingling with the satisfaction of finally giving in to what you both had been denying for so long.

Rafe ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle. "We shouldn't have done that," he said quietly, though there was no regret in his voice.

You nodded, agreeing with him. But as you lay there, tangled up in him, you couldn't bring yourself to care. For now, you were content to live in the moment, ignoring the consequences that loomed just outside the foggy windows of the car.

You knew things would be complicated going forward, that the line between you would be harder to maintain. But at that moment, as you lay wrapped in each other's arms, it felt worth it. The uncertainty, the secrecy, all of it was worth the feeling of being with him, if only for a fleeting moment.

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 3 not quite smut but deffo getting there.

You guys I honestly have no idea where this is going. It’s barley planned out. I’m just posting chapters atp.

Later that week, the tension between you and Rafe simmered just beneath the surface, an unspoken promise of something forbidden. The atmosphere at home was deceptively normal, with your mom bustling around and your sister blissfully unaware of the secret that hung between you and Rafe. He was over more often, always with your sister, and each visit felt like walking a tightrope, the balance between caution and desire becoming increasingly difficult to maintain.

It was during one of these visits, when your sister had stepped out to run errands with your mom, that the air seemed to crackle with unspoken anticipation. You and Rafe were alone in the living room, the TV playing some mindless show that neither of you were really watching. The silence was heavy, filled with everything that wasn't being said.

Rafe sat on the couch, seemingly engrossed in his phone, while you tried to focus on the book in your lap. But you could feel his gaze on you, a smoldering heat that made it hard to breathe. You shifted in your seat, glancing up to find him staring at you, his eyes dark and intense. There was something dangerous in that look, something that made your heart race and your stomach flip.

He set his phone down and stood up, stretching lazily. "I'm getting something to drink," he said, his voice casual, but his eyes never leaving yours. "Want anything?"

You shook your head, unable to find your voice. He nodded and walked past you, but as he did, his hand brushed against your arm, lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. The touch was subtle, yet it sent a shockwave through you, a reminder of the line you'd crossed and how easily it could happen again.

A few minutes later, he returned with a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table. He sat back down, closer to you this time, the proximity setting your nerves on edge. The show continued to play in the background, a distant murmur that barely registered as you tried to keep your focus on anything but him.

Suddenly, he leaned over, his arm brushing against yours. "Mind if I change the channel?" he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper. You nodded, your throat tight, and watched as he reached for the remote. But instead of picking it up, his hand moved to your knee, squeezing gently.

Your breath hitched, and you looked at him, wide-eyed. He didn't move, his hand warm and firm on your skin, his gaze locked onto yours. "Rafe, what are you doing?" you whispered, your voice barely audible, a mix of fear and excitement.

He didn't answer immediately, his eyes searching your face. Then, slowly, his hand began to slide up your thigh, the movement deliberate and controlled. You could feel your pulse quickening, your body reacting to his touch even as your mind screamed at you to stop.

"We can't," you managed to say, your voice trembling. “They’ll.. they’ll be back soon."

He smirked, his hand stilling for a moment before continuing its ascent. "They’re not here now," he murmured, his voice dark and seductive. His hand reached the hem of your shorts, slipping beneath the fabric to rest on your bare skin. The sensation was intoxicating, his touch setting your skin on fire. “It’s just us.”

You knew you should pull away, should put an end to this before it went too far. But the way he looked at you, the way his touch made you feel, it was impossible to resist. Your breath caught as his fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, inching closer to your core.

Before you knew it, your own hand was moving, seemingly of its own accord, reaching out to rest on his chest. His skin was warm beneath your fingers, his heartbeat steady and strong. He watched you, his eyes dark with desire, and then he took your hand, guiding it lower.

You hesitated, a final moment of resistance, but Rafe's grip was firm, his eyes burning with an intensity that left you breathless. He placed your hand over the growing bulge in his pants, pressing it against him. You could feel him, hard and eager, the heat of him seeping through the fabric.

The reality of the situation hit you like a tidal wave, the wrongness of it all mixing with the heady rush of excitement. You looked up at him, your eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You drive me crazy, you know that?"

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could respond, he captured your lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. His hand moved from your thigh to the back of your neck, holding you in place as his mouth moved over yours. The kiss was urgent, filled with a hunger that matched your own, and you couldn't help but respond in kind, your hand tightening over him, feeling the hard length of him beneath your fingers.

Rafe groaned into your mouth, the sound vibrating through you, making you ache with need. He pulled back, his eyes dark and smoldering as he looked at you. "We can't keep doing this," he said, his voice husky and breathless. "But I can't stay away from you."

You nodded, swallowing hard. "I know," you whispered, your voice shaking. "But we have to be careful."

He nodded, his hand still resting on your neck, his thumb stroking your skin. "No one can know," he said, his tone serious. "Not your sister, not anyone."

You agreed, the weight of the secret heavy on your shoulders. "I understand," you said softly. "This... it can't happen again."

He looked at you for a long moment, his eyes searching yours. Then, with a reluctant sigh, he pulled away, putting some distance between you. The loss of his touch was immediate, a cold emptiness settling in its place.

But even as he moved away, you could still feel the heat of his touch, the memory of his lips on yours, and you knew that it wouldn't be the last time. The pull between you was too strong, the temptation too great. And as much as you tried to convince yourself that it was wrong, that it couldn't continue, a part of you couldn't wait for the next time you'd find yourselves alone, the next time you'd cross the line again.

As Rafe stood up, adjusting his clothes, you felt a pang of guilt and a rush of anticipation. He looked at you, a small, almost regretful smile on his lips. "Be careful," he said, his voice low and serious. "We can't let this get out of hand."

You nodded, watching as he walked to the door. The room felt colder without him, the reality of what had just happened settling over you like a heavy blanket. As he left, closing the door behind him, you knew that things had changed between you, the boundaries blurred beyond recognition. And no matter how much you tried to deny it, you couldn't help but wonder when you'd find yourselves in the same situation again, unable to resist the forbidden allure of each other

How was it?

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Part 2 because no one asked and I just wanted to. It’s a wee bit short tho.

Imagine him looking at you like that. 🤭🤭 instant fanny flutters.

The days following your encounter with Rafe were a mix of anxiety and anticipation. Every time you thought about what had happened, a wave of guilt and shame washed over you, followed by an undeniable thrill. Every time the door would knock you’d feel your heart beat, your legs getting jelly and your mouth instantly dry just at the mere thought of him coming back for seconds or even worse, your sister coming to confront you. The reality of the situation was harsh—you had crossed a line, and there was no going back. Rafe was your sister’s boyfriend, and the secret you now shared was a dangerous one.

Rafe didn't reach out, and you didn't expect him to. He had a reputation to maintain, a girlfriend to keep, and a life that didn't include sneaking around with her sister. Yet, a part of you wondered if he thought about it as much as you did, if he replayed the moments in his head, just like you.

A week later, Rafe showed up at your house with your sister. It was a casual visit, nothing more than an afternoon hangout. Your mom was busy in the kitchen, your sister engrossed in her phone, and you were left to navigate the awkwardness of seeing Rafe again in such close quarters. You told yourself to act natural, to pretend that nothing had happened, but the moment he walked in, you felt the air in the room shift.

Rafe was different—cooler, more distant. He barely glanced in your direction, focusing his attention solely on your sister. It was as if he had flipped a switch, turning off whatever had ignited between you two. The cold shoulder stung more than you expected, leaving you feeling foolish for thinking he might acknowledge what had happened.

The tension was palpable, a thick undercurrent that ran beneath the surface of casual conversation and forced laughter. Your sister seemed oblivious, chattering away about some drama at work, while Rafe nodded along, his eyes avoiding yours. Every now and then, you caught him stealing glances, his expression unreadable, but he quickly looked away whenever you met his gaze.

It was a strange dance, this avoidance, a careful game of not getting caught. You tried to focus on anything but him, but it was impossible not to feel the weight of his presence, the memory of his touch still fresh in your mind.

The first time your mom left the room, Rafe found an opportunity. It was brief—a mere flicker of time—but enough to remind you of the reality you'd both created. As you passed by him, he reached out, his hand brushing against your hip, pulling you closer for just a second. The contact sent a jolt through you, your skin burning where he touched. You glanced up, startled, but he had already stepped back, his face an imp.

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I the problem?

Rafe x reader. Sisters boyfriend. don’t read if you don’t wanna. Kinda based on reality, so not too much on the characters 🤨

Rafe Cameron had been a constant presence in your life ever since he started dating your sister just more than a year ago. They made an interesting couple to say the least. Rafe had that whole somewhat bad boy turned good with a slight edge to him persona going on. Whereas your sister was the perfect princess of outerbanks. Charming and elegant. A girl who could never do wrong in peoples eyes. They seemed to balance each other out in a way that surprised everyone, including you. And while you had always been friendly with Rafe, the dynamic between you was different, charged with an undercurrent that was hard to ignore.

From the beginning, Rafe had been unusually attentive to you. Whether it was offering to help with something around the house or simply making sure you were included in plans, his behavior often bordered on protective, even possessive. It was subtle, but you couldn't help noticing the way his eyes lingered on you, the way he seemed to gravitate towards you in a room, always finding excuses to talk to you or just be near you.

You tried to dismiss it as him being friendly, chalking it up to the fact that he was trying to get along with his girlfriend's family. But deep down, there was a part of you that thrilled at his attention, a part of you that wondered if there was something more to his actions.

One afternoon, your sister asked Rafe to drop her off at work. It was a routine errand, one they often shared, but as they left, you noticed that Rafe had forgotten his wallet on the kitchen counter. Deciding to do the courteous thing, you picked it up, planning to text him later. However, the opportunity presented itself sooner than expected.

Rafe returned alone, a few hours after dropping off your sister, knocking on your door. You opened it to find him leaning casually against the frame, his usual cocky smile playing on his lips. "Hey, I think I left something here," he said, his voice smooth and confident.

You nodded, holding up the wallet. "You did. Here you go."

As he reached out to take it, your fingers brushed, and you felt a familiar spark, that strange, electric tension that always seemed to hover between you. He held onto the wallet a moment longer than necessary, his eyes locking onto yours, a flicker of something intense passing between you.

"Thanks," he said, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone. "You're always looking out for me."

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, but your heart was racing. "Just being helpful."

There was a moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words. Rafe glanced towards his car, parked just outside, then back at you. "Want to come outside for a bit? I could use some company."

You hesitated, knowing you should probably say no, but curiosity and that nagging, unspoken tension pushed you to nod. "Sure, why not?"

You followed him out to the car, where he leaned against the hood, looking down at you with a lazy grin. There was something different in his eyes, a darker, more intent focus that made your stomach flip. You leaned beside him, the warm metal of the car contrasting with the cool breeze, your heart thudding in your chest.

For a while, you just talked, the conversation flowing easily. But as it progressed, the air between you grew thicker, charged with an undeniable tension. He edged closer, his body language subtly but unmistakably shifting, until he was standing almost flush against you. His hand reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I've always enjoyed our little chats."

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. "Yeah, they're... nice."

He chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "You know what else is nice?"

Before you could respond, Rafe's hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. It was sudden, but not entirely unexpected. His lips were soft but demanding, his kiss full of a hunger that mirrored the tension that had been building between you for months. For a brief moment, you were stunned, your mind racing with a thousand thoughts, the foremost being the realization that this was your sister's boyfriend.

But that thought was quickly drowned out by the sensation of Rafe's kiss, the way his hand cupped your face, holding you close. Your own hands found their way to his chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath his shirt, and before you knew it, you were kissing him back with equal fervor.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavily, his eyes dark with desire. "Get in the car," he ordered, his voice rough.

You hesitated for a split second, but the pull of the moment was too strong. You found yourself moving to the passenger side, slipping into the seat. Rafe followed, shutting the door behind him and leaning over you, his hands quickly finding your thighs.

"Rafe, we shouldn't..." you began, your voice trembling with both fear and excitement.

But he silenced you with another kiss, deeper this time, his hands roaming up your legs, pushing your dress higher. "I know," he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with want. "But I can't stop."

His hands slid higher, and you gasped as his fingers brushed against your inner thighs. The heat between you was palpable, the car's small space making everything feel even more intense. Rafe's touch was insistent, his kisses growing more desperate, and before you knew it, you were pulling him closer, your own hands roaming over his body.

He shifted, pushing the seat back to give himself more room, and you knew where this was heading. Part of you screamed to stop, to think about the consequences, but the other part—the part that had always wondered what it would be like to have Rafe's full attention—was louder.

Rafe unbuttoned his jeans, and you hesitated, your breath catching. He looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "You don't have to," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle.

But you shook your head, the adrenaline and desire coursing through you too strong to ignore. "I want to," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

With a slow, deliberate motion, you leaned over, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for him. Rafe's breath hitched, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders as you began. The car was filled with the sound of his breathing, heavy and labored, mixing with your own rapid heartbeat.

It was intense, every movement, every sound amplified in the enclosed space. Rafe's fingers tightened on your shoulders, and you felt the tension in his body coil tighter. You knew this was a line you couldn't uncross, a boundary well and truly shattered, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just you and him, a tangle of forbidden desire and the thrill of the moment.

When it was over, the car was silent except for your shared heavy breathing. Rafe leaned back, his eyes closed, a look of both satisfaction and something deeper—perhaps regret—on his face. You sat up, your heart still racing, the reality of what had just happened beginning to sink in.

Rafe looked at you, his expression softening. "You okay?" he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you. "Yeah," you whispered, your voice barely steady. "I'm okay."

But as you sat there, the weight of what had just happened pressing down on you, you couldn't shake the feeling that things would never be the same again. The line between you and Rafe had been crossed, the boundary shattered, and as much as you both tried to ignore it, there was no going back.

Rafe reached out, his fingers brushing your cheek gently. "We can't tell anyone," he said, his voice tinged with an edge of panic. "This stays between us."

You nodded, agreeing silently. There was no need to voice the obvious; what had happened was a betrayal, a secret that could tear your world apart if it ever came to light. But even as you nodded, a part of you wondered if it was even possible to keep something this intense, this significant, hidden forever.

Rafe leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of emotions.

You pulled back, your eyes meeting his. "Me too," you said, the words heavy with the weight of everything unsaid.

As you both gathered yourselves in the heavy silence, the enormity of your actions settled over you like a suffocating blanket. You knew things would be different now, that this secret would hang between you, altering the course of your interactions forever. And yet, despite the fear and the guilt, there was a small part of you that felt strangely exhilarated, a part that wondered what would happen next. With a heavy heart you exit the car.

Not proof read so don’t come for me. Love ya.

[doyouloveme-really]

I’m fine. Yeah. Aside from the not sleeping, the jumpiness-constant overwhelming, crushing fear that something terrible is about to happen.

It’s called hypervigilance. The persistent feeling of being under threat.

It’s not just a feeling though. It’s like it’s a panic attack. You know? Like I can’t even breathe.

Like you’re drowning?

Yeah.

So, if you’re drowning. And you’re trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment. What if you choose not to open your mouth? To not let the water in?

You do anyway. It’s a reflex.

But if you hold off, until that reflex kicks in-you have more time right?

Not much time.

But more time to fight your way to the surface.

I guess.

More time to be rescued.

More time to be in agonising pain. I mean, did you forget about the part where you feel like your head’s exploding?

If it’s about survival, isn’t a little.. agony worth it?

I mean what if it just gets worse? What if it’s agony now and then, it’s just hell later on?

Then think about something Winston Churchill once said. If you’re going through hell, keep going.

[doyouloveme-really]

Everything falls apart and I end up alone.

[doyouloveme-really]

I don’t know who I am anymore.

[doyouloveme-really]

Am I making you feel sick?