#── my 2k celly

[goldsainz]

YOU BELONG WITH ME — one shot.

pairing: lando norris x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @racingtrack @saintslewis @leoramage @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @forza55 @goldenleclerc @ravisinghs-wife @ferrarirace @hobiismyhopeu @celestialpierre

request: “can i please request for a 📀 with lando and the song you belong with me :)”

NOTE: purely self-indulgent in the sense that lando pines for the reader😭 gotta live my love dreams through my fics. hope you all enjoy and pls don’t forget to reblog/comment it helps a lot (also love seeing what you think) 🫶

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yourusername missing the summer :(

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landonorris Missing you

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landonorris Cool pictures

ynfan1 yeah… still don’t like her bf😭

⤷ ynfan2 what? why?

⤷ ynfan1 gives off weird vibes also liked some lando hate comments pretty recently

landofan1 LANDO’S DELETED COMMENT

ynfan3 prettiest woman alive fr

landofan2 y/n ignoring lando hurts my soul

⤷ ynfan4 after that comment it makes sense

ynfan5 she’s everything and he’s just… there

ynfan6 I CAN’T DEAL WITH THE SILENCE BETWEEN HER AND LANDO

landofan3 bye her boyfriend doesn’t even like or comment🙄

⤷ landofan4 i’m convinced he doesn’t even like her

⤷ landofan3 lando WORSHIPS the lane she walks on and they’re not even together!!!!!

ynfan7 no hot girl summer, but she’s still a hot girl

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f1wags Y/N Y/L/N and her best friend have been spotted at the Abu Dhabi Grand Priz! This is her first public appearance in the F1 paddock since the Miami Grand prix.

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ynfan22 SHE IS GLOWING

ynfan23 oh she came to slay

landofan22 lando’s lucky charm is back🥹

⤷ ynfan24 AND WE ARE GLAD ABOUT THAT!!!

landofan23 praying that she’s there for lando🙏🙏

ynfan25 the dress is so stunning

ynfan26 we finally have y/n content😩

⤷ ynfan27 the drought has ended!!!!!

landofan24 NEED HER IN THE MCLAREN MOTORHOME OR HOSPITALITY‼️ I’M NOT PICKY

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yourusername better than the summer 🤍❄️

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landonorris I promise I take better pictures

⤷ yourusername we know. you have a whole account about it.

⤷ landonorris Is that complaining I hear?

⤷ yourusername nope 🫶

landofan31 WAR IS OVER!!!

ynfan31 i’ve waited a lifetime for this

ynfan32 THE SHADE IN THE CAPTION???

⤷ landofan32 BEST THING EVERRRRR

ynfan33 the difference in likes from her last post to this one is absurd😭

riabish Finallyyyyy

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ynfan34 mother is in her lover era

⤷ landofan33 i once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden like daylight ✨

ynfan35 i’m never getting over them!!!!!

[harlowhockeystick]

“you’re giving me those fuck eyes again” with matthew tkachuk please? congrats on 2k!!

contains: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI, fem reader, sexual language, annoying bf matthew | matthew tkachuk x reader | j's 2k celly (reqs closed)

"matthew, stop looking at me like that." you stated, pouring yourself a drink at the mini bar. you were determined to get through the night without having matthew pull you into a dark hallway or some closet.

every single time you've gone to any event where you've worn any sort of dress, or dressed nice for any occasion, mattew couldn't go more than two hours without doing something. at his cousins wedding he pulled you into the family bathroom to bend you over the counter, at a charity event he took you back out to the car early to have you on top of him in the backseat.

and now here you are, at your friends wedding, and he has been trying all night. but, all night, you've managed to slip out of his grip just in time. and he was getting irritable. "you're giving me those fuck me eyes again."

"well you're wearing the fuck me dress, again." he commented back, watching you mix two alcohols together that he knew made you loose. "please just gimme ten minutes- five minutes. then i'll be good til we get home."

you took a sip of your drink, looking up at him, batting your eyelashes, "no." then walked away.

but he followed after you, trying not to look like he was about to rip the dress off of you in front of everyone there. god he couldn't stand it, you looking so hot and not letting him do a single thing about it.

he made sure to catch you when you hadn't gotten around anyone yet, he didn't want anybody to hear what he wanted to do to you. although, he didn't mind them hearing while he was doing it.

"cmon baby, please? just...fuck you in this dress...you know what it does to me. you know how i feel when you wear it. you make me wanna get on my knees for you and stay there, and it makes me wanna just fuckin ruin you, baby." you inhaled deeply and kept eye contact. his eyes were getting darker and more desperate.

but like him, you liked to win. he had a hard time letting you do that.

"you can wait one more hour, can't you matty?"

[juneberrie]

CRYBABY ; send me a character & i'll make you a moodboard

aj

[wintfleur]

can we have a blurb of stella and her siblings when there younger, maybe stella getting hurt?

ꔫ broken bratz dolls and hello kitty band-aids

°. — pairings ( Estella Hughes oc! X siblings! Hughes brothers )

°. — details ( g; fluff, little bit of angst, siblings being siblings. w; mentions of blood and sibling fights, Stella being the cutest, Jack just having a emotional moment, Luke being Stella’s protector, and Quinn being a tired big brother. wc; 2k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( I love writing the Hughes sibling dynamic sm! Thank you for requesting, I really hope you guys enjoy this!! Please don’t be a silent reader, I love to hear your thoughts!! )

°. — ( Stella is 5, Luke is 6, Jack is 8, Quinn is 10 )

°. — ( feel free to send any requests of things you would like to see in this series, or if you just want to share some thoughts! I would absolutely love that! Please comment if you would like to be added to the tag list! )

au masterlist — you can find asks under #💌stellahughes!

It was a regular day for the four Hughes siblings. The two eldest brothers were dressed in their favorite jerseys and hockey gear as they practiced shooting. The youngest brother was playing with his dump trucks in the dirt, and Stella was playing in the grass with her bratz dolls, she was wearing a pink sundress that matched with her cloe doll. Her hair was a mess, she had asked Luke to try to recreate the ponytails one of her dolls had with her hair. 

“And Jack Hughes scores” Jack cheers after his goal, a big smile on his lips and even though Quinn was annoyed that he scored on him the older brother couldn't help but smile too as Jack celebrates. Stella paid no attention to her cheering brother as she moved from the grass to the driveway, looking for the missing guitar for her doll. Her eyes light up when she sees it laying in the middle of the driveway, it must have fallen out of her basket when she ran from Luke who was chasing her with a handful of dirt earlier. 

“Watch my sick celly” Jack shouts at Quinn, holding his stick out and spinning around. The grin on Jack's face from scoring quickly vanishes at the horrifying sound of the toe of his hockey stick smacking against something as he spins around. Stella was so caught up in her own imagination to notice her brother and his stick until it's too late. Jack’s eyes widen in fear as he watches Stella fall back on her butt, the doll in her hands falling and breaking. Her favorite doll. 

Quinn and Luke's eyes are immediately drawn to the loud sound of the smack and their eyes widen at the sight of their little sister on the ground of the driveway and Jack standing in front of her with his hockey stick in the air. The three brothers watch as blood starts to drip down from her quivering lip and down her now red chin, her big brown eyes are immediately filled with tears that quickly roll down her face. She silently cried for a few seconds as she was still in shock, but her brothers watched as she brought her dirty hands to cover her bloody lip, loud sobs leaving her body. It happened so fast. 

Quinn immediately skated to her side, dropping down to his knees and trying to pry her dirty hands from her face. He muttered reassuring words to Stella, trying to convince her to move her hands so he could see but she just cried harder. Quinn looked at Jack who still stood there in shock, there was so much blood coming from her lip and dripping down her face and onto her pink dress, Quinn shouted at Jack to go get mom. 

Jack quickly nodded and dropped his stick, turning around and quickly skating towards the front door. Luke, who was watching the scene with a look of fear, turns into a look of anger as he drops his toy truck and rushes to his feet, a sound of surprise and pain leaving Jack's lips when he's jumped on from behind. Jack lets out a cry of pain when he feels his chin get cut on the driveway at the impact. 

“Get off me” Jack screeches at Luke, a shout of pain follows when Luke tugs on Jack's hair, his knee digging into his back. Quinn looks at his brothers in disbelief, yelling at them to stop. Luke, who was angry at Jack for hurting Stella, doesn't stop his attack. Stella starts to sob louder, absentmindedly leaning against Quinn as Jack and Luke continue to shout at each other. Quinn tries to calm Stella but he himself was getting overwhelmed, thankfully the shouts of Jack and Luke got the attention of their mother who was getting ready to start on dinner. 

 “What is going on here” Ellen shouted as she rushed out of the house, she left her children alone for 5 minutes to preheat the oven and she's welcomed back with a brawl. Ellen moves to her two youngest sons and pulls an angry Luke off a crying jack. “Luke, get off your brother now!” 

“Mom!” Quinn shouts her name to get her attention. Ellen looks away from her sons and a worried gasp leaves her lips at the sight of her bleeding and crying daughter. She rushes over to her only daughter; she didn't hear Stella's cries over her son's shouts. “It's okay, let me see” Ellen coos as she pulls Stella's hands from her face, Ellen holds in her wince at the sight and moves her hands under Stella's armpits to pick her up and bring her to her chest. 

“Inside you two, i expect a good explanation on what happened” Ellen scolds her two youngest boys as she rushes a still crying stella into the house. Quinn helps Jack up from the ground while a glaring Luke follows after Stella and their mom, Jack pushes Quinn's hand off him and quickly wipes off his tears before shouting at Quinn. “I’m a terrible brother! Luke and Stella hate me!”  

“They don't hate you” Quinn starts but before he could finish comforting his brother, Jack quickly skates off into the open garage, jack pressing on the button to close the garage behind him. Quinn sighs and takes off his skates before entering the house through the front door, he knows jack would need a moment to himself, he was an emotional boy. 

Quinn hears the sound of Stella's crying as he walks into the kitchen. Stella was sitting on the counter with Luke by her side, holding her hand while their mom stood in front of her and tried to clean the blood off her face so she could clean the cut and bandage it. Stella's eyes go to Quinn, and she immediately cries out for her big brother “Quinny it hurts.” 

“I know but moms gonna fix it all up and it won't hurt anymore” Quinn spoke softly as he moved to his mother's side, holding onto Stella's other hand. Stella squeezes her brother's hand tightly when Ellen starts to clean the cut. Stella sniffles and blinks away her tears “Promise?” 

“I promise” Quinn promises, softly squeezing her hand back. Ellen smiles proudly at her eldest child, before pulling out Stella's favorite band aids. Jack quietly walked into the kitchen, and he felt even more guilty as he watched his mom fix up Stella's lip and chin. He honestly didn't mean to hurt her, he would never! Jack makes eye contact with Luke who is already glaring at him. Yeah, he felt really guilty. 

Jim was not expecting this sight when he walked into the living room after he got home from work. It was oddly quiet in the house, and that was rare.  His four children were sitting side by side on the couch, Luke sat at the end of the couch with his arms crossed and a glare on his face. Sitting to his left was Stella, she was now in a new dress and her chin and lip was decorated with her favorite hello kitty band aids. 

On Stella's other side was Quinn who was holding her hand as she rested her head on his shoulder. Then there was Jack who sat on the other side of Quinn, his arms were crossed as well as he angrily looked down at his socks. Jack, who looked up once his dad walked into the living room could be seen with a pink hello kitty band aid on his chin. 

“What's going on here?” Jim asked his wife and children, moving to stand by his wife's side. Ellen was standing in front of their children, just finished questioning their kids about what had occurred outside. Ellen greeted her husband with a smile and crossed her arms as she looked back at her kids “Why don't you guys tell your father what happened, hmm.” 

None of the kids spoke up, Quinn sat there as still as a statue as Stella snuggled closer to him and hid her face in his shoulder. Luke kept on giving Jack the side eye with a glare on his face and Jack refused to look up from his dinosaur patterned sock covered feet. Ellen sighed and tilted her head to look at her husband, telling him what had happened between their children. 

“Luke, why did you hit your brother?” Jim questioned his youngest son, crossing his arms as well. It wasn't like Luke to start fights with his siblings, especially physical ones. Jack rolled his eyes while Quinn turned his head to look at his youngest brother, curious on what he was going to say. Luke sent jack an accusatory glare before looking up at his parents “He made stella cry and break her doll.” 

Jack's jaw and fists clench as he listens to Luke retell the story of him hitting Stella with his stick, he felt tears of anger form in his eyes the more Luke talked. Jack couldn't hold it in anymore, he jumped to his feet and shouted out emotionally “It was an accident” Jack continued to speak loudly as fresh tears rolled down his face, his fists clenched at his side “I didn't mean to hurt you stella! I’m really sorry, and I’m sorry i broke your doll ⸺ I’ll sell all my toys and get you a new one!” 

Luke and Quinn’s eyes widened at their brother's outburst, and Luke started to feel guilty as he watched his older brother break down. Ellen moved to step towards Jack so she could comfort her son, her heart hurting at the sight of him crying so hard. But before Ellen could reach out to pull Jack into her arms, someone beat her to it. 

The rest of the family watched as Stella tried her best to wrap her arms around Jack's waist, resting her chin on Jack's chest and looking up at him with her brown doe eyes. Jack was quick to hug her back tightly as she spoke in her soft voice “It’s okay jacky i know you didn't mean to, please don't cry.” 

Quinn nudged Luke's shoulder causing the youngest brother to give him an annoyed look. Quinn mouthed at Luke to apologize to Jack, Luke huffed before he got off the couch and moved over to his brother and sister, Quinn rolling his eyes at Luke's dramatics. Luke lets out a loud groan and opens his mouth to complain when Jack pulls him into joining their hug but closes his mouth at the look Stella gave him before she turned her head to Quinn, her eyes begging him to join their group hug. 

Quinn shakes his head no, but he lets out a defeated sigh and stands up once Stella pulls out her signature move of her puppy dog eyes and quivering lip. Stella smiles triumphantly and pulls her eldest brother into the hug, smiling happily at the feeling of her and Jack being smushed into the middle of the hug. 

“So, you and Luke don't hate me?” Jack asks but it comes out muffled since his face was being smushed into Quinn's chest. Stella giggles and luke shakes his head, luke mumbles “I don't hate you jack, but you said to beat up anyone who makes stell cry” Stella moves her head from luke’s chest and gives jack a toothy smile “I don't hate you jacky, but you have to get me a new dress too!” 

Ellen smiles and leans against her husband's side, the parents watching as their kids continue to hug and listen as Stella excitedly talks about the new pink dress she wanted. Ellen kisses Jim’s cheek and whispers “C’mon let's go finish up dinner” the parents leave the living room, but none of the kids notice, they were too caught up in their new conversation. 

Jim and Ellen finished making the family their dinner as they listened to their children talk and laugh from the living room, grateful to be raising such good children.

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[outerbankies]

“it’s late, come back to bed.”

PROMPT CELLY GO BRRRRRRRRR. thank u for requesting this one (forever ago) bestie!!!! 💓🤩👯‍♀️

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new light: space and time

rafe x reader, part of the 2k prompt celly for new light (masterlist if ur not up on NL). we’re back in the present!

A stubborn knot about the size of a fist had settled into place at the top of Rafe’s spine slowly over the last few weeks, right in between his often-taught shoulder blades.

He guesses it was during the late nights like these that it began to form, when he’s hunched over his sketching table in the garage lit only by the warm lightbulb in the work lamp over his head—drawing and erasing and scrapping to start over again and again. Or when he’s on his laptop tinkering with his website or any of the platforms he uses for invoicing and processing orders, easily his least favorite part of all of this, until his eyes are irritated and red.

Though it’s certainly not made better by the other half of his day, where he’s hunched over or crouching under his projects as he brings them to life, doubting himself the entire time, twisting himself into weird angles just to make sure everything holds and looks how he pictured it. But at least he likes that part.

A hand, holding a warmth that Rafe can feel through the cotton of his long-sleeve t-shirt, settles directly into place over that knot at the top of his spine, and he feels himself take a deep, steadying breath as he leans back into your touch.

“What’s this, baby, the built-ins?” you ask, your voice softer in these midnight hours.

“Yeah,” Rafe sighs, immediately rubbing his hands into his eyes, his knuckles turning his vision bleary momentarily. “For Beau’s friend.”

“Mmm,” you hum, slightly digging the heel of your palm into his back. Rafe lets out a groan. “There?”

“Right there,” he confirms, letting his head drop back gratefully, accepting a few sleepy kisses once he goes.

You place your other hand on his shoulder for some leverage, leaning over him to peer at his catastrophe of a workstation. “I thought you’d already gone over the sketches with them?”

“I did,” he says. “But they go in tomorrow.”

“Right,” you nod, scrutinizing them again, looking to see if they’d changed at all. “I remember.”

“So I’m just making sure—” Rafe stops momentarily, letting out a hiss. “Careful, baby.”

The pressure on his back eases immediately, and you take to rubbing your hand across the span of his shoulders instead. “Sorry. What were you saying?”

“I’m just making sure I have everything down,” he continues, leaning forward again. “I wanna know my stuff before I head in.”

“What if I quiz you? On measurements and colors and finishes and—”

“I appreciate the enthusiasm,” he interjects, his smile rivaling yours when you finally settle into his lap like he’d been angling for you to since he heard the garage door open and knew he’d be getting that reprieve from the mess inside his head. “But it doesn’t really work like that, sweetheart.”

You roll your eyes, snaking your arms around his neck anyway, the pads of your fingers rubbing circular motions into his trouble spot again. “Then how else can I get you to come back to bed?”

Guilt settles into Rafe’s stomach like a rock, the soreness in his back momentarily forgotten as he sees the plea in your eyes. “I swear I’ll be up soon.”

“Rafe, it’s late.”

“Coming from you,” he retorts, virtually no bite behind his words. Because as Rafe had left Beau’s company months ago and only since then become more entrenched in his new job, in starting his own business, you’d seamlessly settled in at your job at the publishing house, not overworking yourself nearly as much as the two of you used to argue about. Still more than Rafe would ever prefer, naturally, but he’s not sure he has room to talk anymore.

“We’re turning into perfect little Figure 8 capitalists right on schedule, aren’t we?” you say, wiggling around in his lap in a way he isn’t convinced isn’t a punishment for abandoning his side of the bed a few hours ago.

You lean forward, grabbing one of the pencils Rafe had discarded and tapping it on your chin while he checks his watch, feeling his eyes widen.

“God, I’m turning into my dad.”

“No you’re not,” you laugh, still leaning out of his reach as you seem to start writing something in one the margins. You pause, pointing the pencil at the long-cold cup of coffee next to his pencil cup. “Unless there’s secretly liquor in your decaf over there. You know decaf still has caffeine in it, right?”

At Rafe’s silence, you turn to him with your eyebrows raised, the pencil dropping out of your hand and clattering onto the table.

“Like… trace amounts, right?” he asks sheepishly.

“My sweet, sweet boy,” you sigh, running your fingers through the hair on top of Rafe’s head that’s really beginning to need a cut.

“Probably need it,” he shrugs. “I’ll only be up a little while longer though. Promise.”

“You’re really worried about this one, aren’t you?” you ask him softly, some of the mirth fading in your eyes as you trace a finger around the shell of his ear.

“It’s Beau’s friend, baby, I… these guys could have anyone working on their houses. And Beau was really good to me about quitting. I just wanna nail this one and be done with it,” Rafe admits.

He doesn’t tack on the bit about how this feels like one of his first big tests; his first custom, built-in piece period, outside of the ones he’s made for his most forgiving audience, his sisters and you. Because it’s one thing to make a piece for a friend of a friend of a friend, or even to sell one in a store where someone can see it and touch it and decide that they hate it before they have to commit. But it’s another to have someone counting on him to deliver exactly what they envision, let alone someone who could be Rafe’s foot in the door to a wealth of opportunities. He wants to be done with it at this point, sure, but he doesn’t want it to be the end of this road.

“Exactly,” you say, shrugging. “They could have anyone. And I love you, Rafe, but I mean literally anyone else. But your designs are good. Really good. And your craftsmanship is impeccable. They want you.”

He feels his cheeks heating up, and knows it’s showing based on the twinkle in your eye. “You’re an expert in furniture and carpentry now, are you?”

“I am, because I’ve now lived in two Pinterest-level apartments without ever having to hire a contractor. And I’m a picky bitch,” you say, laughing around the last bit.

“You are not,” Rafe laughs. “And half of that is your decorating. Maybe 70, 75%.”

“Your modestly will never not exhaust me,” you declare, smacking one last kiss onto his lips before standing up. “You’re gonna be fine tomorrow, alright? But you’ve got to get some sleep.”

“Ten minutes?” he pleads.

“I will generously give you ten seconds instead. It’s your lucky day,” you say, shuffling toward the doorway back into the house, where two curious dogs await your return.

“Thanks,” he answers sarcastically, before standing to check everything over one last time. These guys could have anyone, he tells himself. They chose him.

He’s gathering his pencils to deposit back into the cup, just about to reach over his head and turn off his work lamp for the night when he sees it, what you’d been scribbling into the margin on one of his designs: you got this RC. hurry home!

At just the same moment that he’s he’s tracing over your loopy “y” and the heart you’d finished your note off with, you call out his name from the doorway, his family waiting for him.

You give him a saccharine-sweet smile, your arms crossed over your chest. “I wasn’t asking.”

[thatsdemko]

Here I aaam. Can I get “i did a number on your back. sorry about that.” With Charles (of course)? 🩷🩷

pains - c.leclerc

pairings: Charles leclerc x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw ideas mentioned

a/n: of course indeed😌 my 2k celly is still ongoing!

when he sits up in bed, crawling to the edge, is when you notice the intense red lines that scatter his back. from his shoulder blades, to the middle lower and up, the red lines make you grimace.

he doesn’t notice the pain until the hot droplets of water from the shower sink into the wounds. that’s when he notices the aftermath of last night.

“amour, think you can rub this on my back?” he comes in with a tube of pain ointment that you happily agree to do so.

he sits back to you now, whining and pouting over the pain you gave him, “I did a number on your back, sorry about that.” you chuckle at your markings before kissing a clean piece of his skin.

“yeah no kidding, what am I going to say when admin wants me to take my shirt off?”

“is admin really asking you that question, Charles?”

[thef1diary]

Hey, I’m Di

she/her, 19

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[cobrakaisb]

hey, i'm a new follower, and I'm requesting 🃏 with Rutger, a fluff about him coming home after the world juniors.

congrats on 2k!

hey!! welcome to the club

keep requesting for the celly!!

spending weeks apart from your boyfriend was hard, but it was even harder to be in separate countries. however, he was finally home, sporting a gold medal nonetheless. you were both feeling the separation, never able to catch each other on the phone; he’d call when you were working and you while he was sleeping. so, it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he showed up at your dorm upon returning to school.

“i’ll get the door,” you announce, twisting the handle to reveal your smiley boyfriend. “we got the gold baby!” he shouts, pulling you into his arms. it’s when you move to kiss his neck that you notice he’s wearing said medal. you pull back, giggling as your arms wrap around his neck. “i’m so proud of you lovey. so insanely proud,” you say, just staring at him. he has this dopey grin on his face, and you know he’s going to be bragging about this for weeks. “just glad to have you by my side. knew you were supporting me the whole time, made everything easier,” he confesses, resting his forehead against yours.

you can feel yourself blushing from his sweet words. “god i love you,” you whisper, placing a quick kiss on his lips. rutger opens his mouth to respond, but he’s cut off by the voice of your roommate, “it’s been two minutes and you guys are already being sappy. at least give a girl a warning next time.”

[cherrycola27]

Other Uses

This was inspired by this ask for my 2k celly!

Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI

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You remember the day you met Robert Floyd. You'd just come to California to help open a new branch of your law firm, and you were celebrating a job well done with some of your friends at a Navy bar one of them knew.

You'd immediately spotted him, a wallflower amongst his friend group. He was shy, quiet, and reserved. Just your type. Most people would think that someone like you, a cut throat lawyer who'd been compared to Hades more times than you cared to count, would be drawn to someone loud and in your face.

But just how Hades longed for a breath of spring in Persephone, you desired someone to complete you. Reel you in and bring you back to earth when you became too much.

And that's exactly what Robby did. You'll never forget the look on his face when you confirmed that you were, in fact, talking to him. You spent all night getting to know him. Two days later, he was taking you on a date.

You were now three months into your relationship, and Robby's birthday was approaching. You planned to take him out of town and get a nice hotel suite and hopefully cross that final line in your relationship.

You had suspected that Bob didn't have much experience in the bedroom. What you hadn't expected was for him to almost shamefully admit to you that he was a virgin after the two of you had been making out on your couch and he'd cum in his pants.

You took his face in your hands and told him that there was nothing to be ashamed of, and whenever he was ready, you would cross that line together.

These past two weeks, Bob had been getting bolder when he kissed you. Touching you, pulling your hair, trying to dominate the kiss. You knew that he was ready.

This weekend, the two of you would be alone, and Robby would be all yours, to kiss, to love, to corrupt, to enjoy.

You were giddy the whole drive to La Jolla. You sat in the passenger seat of Bob's truck singing along to a playlist you'd made just for the occasion.

You were beaming when you checked in the hotel, and you were practically bouncing up and down in the elevator and down the hallway to your room. As soon you slid the key into the lock, you were practically dragging your Bob into the room.

He quickly rolled in the luggage and took in the suite.

"Wow, Honeybee, this is amazing. There is only one problem." He said as he faced you.

"What? What's wrong?" You asked him, slightly panicked.

"There is only one bed. Where are we both going to sleep?" He asked you. You threw your head back and chuckled. "We are going to share. We are a couple." You reminded him.

"Right." He said as a blush crept across his cheeks. "Well, it does look pretty comfortable. We should be able to sleep pretty well on it." He says. You can't help but laugh at your clueless boyfriend.

"Oh, Robby, there are so many more things that we can use it for other than sleeping. How about I show you." You purred into his ear as you lead him further into the hotel room.

Bob swallowed thickly as you pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed. You kissed him a few times before stepping back and pulling your sundress over your head.

Bob's eyes went wide as you revealed a black lace bodysuit with some tasteful cutouts. He swallowed thickly as you sank to your knees in front of him. You made quick work of his belt, and when you tapped his hips, he lifted them so you could bring his jeans and boxers down in one fluid motion.

His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen. You licked your lips as you looked at it. He was long and thick and girthy, with pretty veins wrapping around it. The tip was flushed, the same shade of pink that spread across his cheeks.

"Has anyone ever given you a blow job, Robby?" You asked him as you peered up at him through your lashes.

"N—no." He stuttered out. A wicked smile spread across your red lips before you leaned forward and licked the vein that ran from the base to the tip.

And long groan left his lips as you did so. Determined to see what other sounds you could draw from him, you kitten licked the head, lapping up beads of precum before taking the tip between your lips.

You bobbed your head further down his length, swallowing around him once you reached the neat thatch of hair at his base.

His hips bucked involuntarily, causing you to gag. You moaned at the sensation, hoping he would do it again, but Bob was too polite. You grabbed one of his white knuckled hands and placed it on the back of your head. His fingers tangled in your hair, but he was still frozen as you pleasured him.

You pulled off of him completely and told him, "Robby, you can be a little rough with me. I want you to fuck my face. Okay?" He sucked in a breath and nodded.

You resumed your work, and soon, his hips were bucking into your mouth, and both of his hands tangled in your hair. Bob couldn't stop the cries of pleasure from leaving his mouth as you worked him faster and faster.

"Honeybee, I'm gonna—" but Bob didn't have time to finish his warning before he was shooting thick, hot ropes of his salty cum down your throat.

You swallowed and pulled off of him before sticking out your tongue and showing him that you'd taken all of his release. He looked at you mystified.

"Did you like that, Robby?" You asked him innocently.

"I fucking loved it, Honeybee." He growled as he pulled you into his lap. You moan. Bob rarely cursed, and hearing is pretty mouth say something filthy just did it for you. You quickly whipped his shirt off before he brought your lips together.

His hands roamed all over you body. Eagerly taking in the lace number you were wearing.

"Can I— can I taste you?" Bob asked. This time, you were the one caught off guard shaking your head.

Bob manhandled you on your back as you nestled against the pillows.

He took his time kissing down your body. Your gasps and moans and words of praise spurred him on. He spread your legs wide before settling between your thighs.

"Have you ever done this, Robby?" You ask him. "I tried with my last girlfriend, but I didn't know what I was doing, and she didn't like it." He admits sheepishly.

"It's okay, baby. I'll help you. I'll teach you to eat pussy like a king, but only for me." You smirk at him. He blushes, and you give him the go-ahead. He peppers a few kisses along your thighs before pulling the crotch of the bodysuit to the side.

He placed a few kisses along your glistening cunt before tentatively licking a broad swipe over your folds.

You let out a high-pitched whine. Bob looks up and checks for reassurances before continuing.

He licks your folds over and over before deciding to try something he saw in a porno. He uses his thumbs to open your folds before spitting directly on your clit and sucking it into his mouth.

"Fuck, Robby!" You cry as you arch off the bed. "Was that bad?" He asks you with a panicked look.

"No, fuck, do it again baby." You tell him. Bob smirks at you before repeating the action.

You card your fingers through his hair to help guide him, but soon, Bob has your legs shaking as he buries his face in your sopping cunt.

You're teetering on the edge of an orgasm, slightly afraid he won't get you there when Bob surprises you and sinks two of his thick fingers inside you and strokes your walls.

You can tell he's looking for your g-spot. Once he finds it. Like a good WSO, he zeros in on it and drags his calloused finger tips along it over and over again.

You grind your core against his face and grip his hair tighter before arching of the bed and crying out his name as you cum.

Bob emerges from your thighs with a dopey grin on his face.

"Where did you learn to do that?" You pant out.

"I watched some porn, and I may or may not have asked Phoenix for some pointers." He tells you. "Remind me to send her a fruit basket as a thank you." You chuckle as Bob slides up the bed to join you.

The two of you kisses for what seems like hours. "If you don't want to do anything else today, we can stop." You tell him. "I want to. I'm just—can you be on top? Please." He asks.

"Of course, Robby. Can you help me take this off?" You gesture to your bodysuit.

Bob nods eagrly as he tries to undo the laces of it. He fumbles with them as he hands shake with excitement before he accidentally rips the garment. A look of fear flashes across his face.

You laugh before telling him it's okay. He finishes ripping the entire thing off. You help him lay down on the bed before straddling his waist.

"Wait! Do we need protection?" Bob asks you.

"I'm clean, and I have an IUD. Are you comfortable without it?" You ask him. "Yes. Please. I want to feel you." Bob groans. You smile at him before rubbing your slick folds across the underside of his length.

He grips the sheets for dear life when you take his length into your hand before slowly sinking down on him. Even with his fingers helping to prep you, it's still a stretch. Bob is easily the biggest man you've ever been with.

Once you're fully seated on him, his hands come to your hips as both of you adjust.

You start our nice and slow with your pace. Gauging his reaction the whole time. Once you find a rhythm that has him a panting, mewling mess underneath you, you speed up and ride him with earnest. His grip on your hips tightens as you throw your head back.

"You look so pretty under me, Robby, like a fucking dream." You praise him. He's a sight to behold. A blush spreading from his chest to the tips of his ears, glasses slightly askew, his brow knit, his mouth open and pretty sounds falling from it.

"Honeybee, baby." He groans out. "Yes?" You ask him.

"Can I— can I be on top now? Please?" Bob grits out.

You both whine when you still your hips. Bob sits up but moves a little too fast, causing the two of you to topple over. You land on your back with a oof. Bob's forehead accidentally bangs into yours, and you both laugh.

"Sorry." He mumbles. You reassure him that it's fine. He gives you a kiss on the lips before leaning back on his haunches.

Bob makes a few experimental thrusts before settling on wrapping both of your legs around his slim hips and pushing into your deeply. You can tell his trying to find your g-spot again because he is desperate to make you cum again.

He knows the moment he finds it because you're clawing at his back. He drags the fat head of his cock against it over and over again.

With each stroke, it feels like the tip kisses your cervix with how deep he is. You frantically claw at him and cry out his name over and over again.

"Robby! So close. Please!" You beg him. The truth is Bob is close, too. He's trying to hold out for you. One of his hands leaves its spot beside your head and he brings his thumb to your neglected clit.

"Me too, Bee. You feel so fukcing good." He pants out.

He draws tight circles on it, praying it is enough to get you there. His thrusts become sloppy as he loses his pace and hips stutter.

Bob can't fight it anymore and he cums deep inside of you, crying out your name. Your walls clench around him as his release triggers your own finish. They flutter around his cock as the milk him dry.

Bob collapses on top of you and buries his head in the crook of your neck.

You run your hands through his hair and sooth him with whispered praises as he comes down from his high. He's trembling in your arms.

The two of you stay like that until Bob can form real words.

"That was amazing, Bee. God, I love you. Thank you for being patient with me." Bob says as he kisses your nose a lips.

"Of course, Robby. It was wonderful. I love you too. Now, why don't we get a hot shower, and then we can cuddle." You say. Bob's face falls and he looks a little disappointed.

"Oh." He whispers. "Robby. What's wrong?" You ask.

"I was just hoping we could do it again. There were a few more positions I wanted to try." He grins.

You laugh and smile at him. "Okay, birthday boy. But let's pace ourselves. We have all weekend." You tell him.

Bob grins and reaches for you. It's a good thing that you didn't make any other plans for the two of you because neither of you leaves that suite for the entire weekend.

I wrote this for my "Dagger Deities Extravaganza" shout out to @withahappyrefrain for sending in the ask for this! The like to all the other blurbs can be found here

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[ervotica]

𝗯𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗶'𝘀 𝟮𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗲𝘀𝘁 !

thank you angels for 2k! i appreciate every single one of you more than you'll ever know <3 to celebrate, i present to you the kink wheel! simply spin the wheel and you will be assigned a kink. pick a character (or a couple) and feel free to add any context/anything else you would like to see, pop it in my inbox and i'll write a drabble!

characters included; rafe cameron, poly!rafebarry x reader, jj maybank, topper thornton, poly!rafetopper x reader, cato hadley, felix catton, oliver quick, loki laufeyson, coriolanus snow

keeping the character list short for this one to try and prevent myself from burning out! (like i did on my 1k celly) but have fun with it, and if you have any questions feel free to ask :)

tagging a few mutuals (please rb for reach!); @rafetopia @rafescokenostril @rafesmuse @rafeysbafey @rafesthroatbaby @rvfecamerons @wife-of-all-dilfs @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @chrrymunson @cinnamoncunt @targaryenvampireslayer @oncasette @oceandriveab @pxgeturner @ajokeformur-ray @anglbby444 @sociorafe @shellxrls @drudyslut @drewstarkeyslut @venuslore @sadfury @gplol @kissitbttr @lyndys @lovetrt @vampieteeth @blondbrat @morwap @moremaybank @murdrdocs @mysticmunson

[silverstonesainz-archive]

CARLOS AND MARRIED LIFE??? like give me all the little details!!

does he clean up after himself? does he squeeze the toothpaste from the middle? does he spill water every time he leaves the shower? does he take your makeup off for you when you're tired? does he even know how?

this sent me over the deep end. let me get into all the niche little domestic details:

he loves calling you his wife. the moment he said i do, you were always esposa. mi bella esposa. another favorite is amor de mi vida.

he always tried to help around the house. he tries to take turns with you when cooking meals. you had a little system. if you cook, he does the dishes, and if he cooks then you do the dishes.

he always tried to be organized, but he was always on the move he tended to leave a pile of clothes and other miscellaneous items right before he had to leave for race weekends. they were especially bad right before triple headers.

carlos buys two colognes at all time. one for him to take on the road, and one for you to keep at home. 'in case you miss me esposa.'

he also kept you in the loop as far as his schedule for the weekend goes. and his hispanic blood makes him nosy by nature so he also kept you in the loop with any paddock drama

carlos is a fairly private person when it comes to your relationship, but every now and again he'd love to just drop in the 'my wife' card in an interview or something of the sort.

he squeezes toothpaste from the bottom of the tube now. he used to do it from the middle but you would get so annoyed about it so he adjusted. he even rolls the bottom up when it empties out.

before bed, he always sets a glass of water by your bed for when you wake up in the middle of the night feeling parched.

he planned dedicated movie nights between race weekends, where you guys would agree on one movie you havent seen and watch it together. and if he was on a triple header, you both would make time to watch one together over facetime.

he reads more books now, and he loves sending you passages and quotes that remind him of you, or if its something he finds interesting, or something he knows you would find interesting.

he buys you a magnet from every place he visits. its a weird little collection you had, but he loved to help you add on to it.

he loved doing saturday cleaning with you. always saturday, never sunday, because you reserved sundays for relaxing and lounging around. he would put on your favorite playlist and he would help you clean.

carlos loves to shower with you, and not even in a sexual way. he just enjoys your company, enjoys the way your tiny hands feel against his scalp when you rub in his shampoo.

but yes, he also loves shower sex.

carlos doesn't have your skin care routine memorized, but he knows that eye cream, moisturizer, and a lip mask are important. he also knows that the tall bottle that reads cleanser is what to use to take off your makeup.

carlos loves playing with your hair, and even learned how to braid. he does it for fun, never fully committing and tying it off. he just likes to play with it.

carlos loves to take pictures and send it to you. whether its an awkward selfie on the plane, or of the view from his hotel room, he always texted you one. 'look at the view esposa!' 'te echo de menos :(' 'wish you were here mi bella esposa'

and at the end of the day, no matter where he was he always reminded you how much he loves you. he could be right next to you or in a completely different continent, he never failed to tell you. 'te amo mucho.'

all i want. all i need.

d's 2k celly

[goldsainz]

WHEN YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW — one shot.

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

MASTERLIST.

taglist: @lorarri @lpab @noncannonships @lunnnix @elliegrey2803 @schumacheer @saintslewis @leoramage @ellswilliams @toomuchdelusion @anthonykatebridgerton @enhacolor @gulabjamoon @woweewoowa @forza55

summary: you’ve slowly consumed charles’s thoughts, and he doesn’t mind it.

request: “can i request ✒️ ❛ you’re my family too. ❜ + charles ?? thx in advanced hehe <3” by @ssainzz

warnings: pure fluff

NOTE: i was listening to margaret by lana while writing this and i just though it was so perfect for this fic. trying to get back into writing after a pretty uninspiring (and quite rough) few weeks. hope you enjoy bc i sure enjoyed writing this!

[ word count: 748 ]

Charles adores his job. He loves the sound of the engine, standing on the podium, seeing all the excitement the fans have to give and he adores travelling the world. He would never complain about the amazing things he is doing, but if there is one thing he has learned to cherish even more than all of that, it is you.

You’ve become an integral part of his days. Whether it’s waking up next to you or calling you to check in, he knows you’ve become home to him. When people ask him how his family is doing, he never fails to mention how you are doing.

He can’t help but admire you every time you walk by him, you’re a ray of sunshine in his life; at least that’s what everyone tells him. He hasn’t heard the end of it since he revealed you were his girlfriend, from his teammate to the fans, they can all see how much you’ve brightened his soul.

“Charles?” You softly say, snapping him out of the daydream he was in.

He glances up at you, watching as you move around the room. You’re packing your suitcase, clothes thrown around the room, you’ve most certainly overpacked for the race weekend. But Charles won’t tell you. He’s tried before and it’s a lost cause.

“Hm?”

“Do you think I should take the maroon or vermillion?” You muse, grabbing two different types of dresses and placing them against each other.

Charles furrows his brows, he glances between the dresses and tries to make a decision. But if he’s honest, he doesn’t know what the difference really is. The cuts of the dress are practically identical, and the length is the same in his eyes.

“The maroon?” He says doubtfully. You screw up your nose at his decision, apparently not being what you wanted to hear.

You look at the dress Charles picked once more, and with a shrug you throw it onto the ever-growing pile of clothes in your suitcase.

“I was thinking that for your family dinner we should bring something, right?” You ask him, organising some of the mess you’ve made.

“Our family dinner,” He tells you, a soft smile resting on his lips.

“Huh?” You manage to say, dropping the clothes you were folding onto the bed he’s resting on.

“You said that it was my family dinner, but it’s ours.”

“Oh,” You exhale, taking notice of the deep sentiment behind his words.

It takes you slightly by surprise, it’s not unlike Charles to be sweet, to reassure you with words when things get hard. But this time it is almost out of nowhere. You didn’t really mean anything by your words, yet it seems they touched him in a way you’re not even sure how to describe. The one thing you do know though, is that at the end of the day, he comes home to you. Because home is wherever you are, and that is bigger than anything else.

“You’re family to me, chérie.” He says after the smallest beat of silence.

“You’re my family too.” He doesn’t waste a second in getting up from the bed and kisses you grabbing the nape of your neck and pulling you into the kiss like he won’t ever get to do so again.

There is a pause in time. While his lips are on yours, it seems like everything just stops. Leaving you to breathe in the moment, cherish the feeling.

When you pull away from the kiss, the crinkles in Charles’s eyes from the soft smile he gives you melts all your insides. You’d be a fool not to give him the same sentiment back, and so you do.

“You’ve got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.” He whispers, his hand caressing the side of your face.

“And you’ve got the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.” You say back, admiring the depth of the green in them.

Though neither of you say it, too lost in the moment, it is evident that the love between you is sparkling. And you know, you just know, that Charles is the one for you; just like he knows you were made for him.

If there’s anything you know, it is that he is your family. That he is the one you love. The one you’d come home to every day and never be bored of it. Because monotony with Charles is impossible, and if there ever is, you’d still want it.

[harlowhockeystick]

hiii, congrats!! could I pls get a matthew tkachuk with fluff #2?

💐 blurb request

contains: fluff, first few date vibes | matthew tkachuk x reader | j's 2k celly

"you've really never been to a rink?" matthew asked, turning toward you with a shocked look on his face. he laughed, taking a drink of his water he held in his had.

this was only your fourth date with matthew and you were still getting to know one another. this date he planned to take you downtown to walk through the farmers market, hit all the shops and his favorite lunch spots since moving to florida.

"nope, never. they're not the most common thing where i'm from, i think the closest one to me was two towns over." he laughed and shook his head. "what? hey i bet you've never been to a...uh...i dunno, a run down surf shop on the beach?"

"no, i haven't." he answered, "what are you doing this afternoon?" you turned to look at him in the sudden change in conversation, but answered that you had no plans. "good, cause we're going to the rink. i mean, this is just unbelievable." matthew said in a joking tone.

later, he used his credentials to get you into the practice rink that is free to use for players at any time. he gave you a short tour of the facility, showing you the locker room, training room, and the players lounge. he grabbed his pair of skates and then a hoodie from above his locker stall, "here, you'll need this once we get out to the ice."

confused, you took off your bag and put the hoodie over your shirt. he glanced up at you while lacing his skates, his heart skipping a beat at how his hoodie drowned you, making you look like that was the only clothing item you had on. he made a mental note to give you one of his own soon.

when he stood up you were shocked at how much taller he was with the skates on, adding an almost four inches to his already six foot two stature. you made a mental note to wear shoes that made you taller around him next time.

opening the door with his code, he walked with you into the rink and then onto the ice. he opened the gate to then get on the ice and then realized you didn't follow him. turning around, standing on the ice he smiled at you, "you gonna come out and join me?"

you giggled, "did you forget the part earlier where i said i haven't been to a rink? i'm gonna bust my ass if i get on there," you laughed as you spoke and matthew skated toward you, reaching out his hand to help you on the ice. you had on tennis shoes, which to be fair, you could have been wearing worse shoes. "your hands are warm, it's really cold in here."

"well we are in a room that's like, fifty percent ice, so." you playfully smacked him on the shoulder. he held your hands as he guided you out onto the ice. the entire time you were looking down at your shoes and his skates, praying that you wouldn't fall on your face.

"hey, just look at me," matthew sensed your anxiousness and pulled your gaze off the ice and up to his, "don't worry. i got you if you fall, though, i might laugh."

you rolled your eyes, lightly laughing. "you know, you're pretty good at planning dates. you can plan the next one."

[oncasette]

congrats on 2k! <3 can i request johnny lawrence w/ the song prompt "girl you really got a hold on me. so this isn’t just puppy love" for your 2k celly?

you were sick of this. of bandaging up your boyfriend because he couldn’t keep his head cool. because he just had to keep getting into fights, both in and out of the dojo.

“i swear this is the last time i’m doing this,” you gruff as you apply your third set of bandaids to his knuckles in the last two weeks.

“you say that every time,” he says. and you can see the way his lips quirk up, every so slightly, as if he knows you’d slap it off of him if he let his smirk win over.

“i mean it this time, johnny,” you say as you slam your first aid kit shut.

“i mean it this time, johnny,” you say as you slam your first aid kit shut.

“i mean it this time, johnny,” you say as you slam your first aid kit shut.

“it’s not my fault larusso is so punchable,” he says. he leans back against the toilet from where he’s perched on the closed lid. you’re knelt in front of him, knees knocking against the cold tile.

“you know, i’m getting real tired of you beating up that poor kid. for what? because he kissed your ex-girlfriend?” you scoff. “it’s pathetic.”

“don’t call me pathetic,” his hand finds your wrist, but there’s no strength in his grip. you could easily break free of him if you tried hard enough. “i don’t keep fighting larusso because of ali and you know it.”

“yeah? because i’m starting to think that’s all it is.”

“you don’t know anything—”

“i know enough—”

“yeah, we’ll why don’t you go and run off with him like he wants, huh? the way i think you’re secretly wanting to, the way ali did,” he nearly growls. his chest heaves as he drops his hand to his knee, leaving you to stand in the space between his thighs.

“johnny,” you say softly.

“that’s what you want, isn’t it? that’s what everyone wants. to leave me in the dust,” he says.

“johnny, no,” you say again, bringing your own hands down to rest on his shoulders. “look at me please.”

he does. he’d burn the world down if you asked him to.

“i want you,” you say. “i want you.”

“i want you, too,” he rasps. “more than anything.”

join my celly!

[old-lorarri]

꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐋𝐎𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ 𝟐𝐊 ˚₊· ꒱꒱

welcome to the lorrari 2k celly!!! in absolute shock rn that I have hit this milestone and before I get too sappy I would just like to say thank you so so much to each and every one of you ily you all .so as you lot know I am on I will answer all of these there or after I get back <3 ─ request as much as you want

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[outerbankies]

hi bestie! congrats! could i request — “hey, i think it’s time to go to bed.” ?? thank you❤️

thank you!!! and thanks for sending this prompt! the first one of the 2k celly 🎉🎉🎉

new light: give up — rafe cameron

new light masterlist

summary: a weekend away with all of rafe’s friends gets off to a sleepy start.

warnings: alcohol

It was a weekend you’d been looking forward to for a while.

Yours and Rafe’s schedules had finally lined up with the rest of his friends from college, and everyone went in on a rental in Nashville for a long weekend. Margot came in from the Outer Banks, and Kelce was just over in Texas so he made the trip over, too. Topper couldn’t get out of his school commitments, and you were already ready to drag Rafe into a million different stores until you could source a good souvenir for him.

The rental house was cute—the owner had really leaned into the Music City theme, and you were charmed by the decor. 

Sawyer and Cody had been first in this morning, and you and Rafe arrived to them already tipsy while they fought over one of several empty bedrooms in the house. Everyone else had trickled in later, Margot and then Kelce, with Graham and Nora rounding out the group soon after. 

Catching up and settling in over drinking games had rolled straight into a pregame, and the general consensus permeating the room was that everyone was ready to get the night started and make plenty of bad decisions.

“We’re out the door by 10, alright?” Cody says sternly. 

Everyone standing around the kitchen island nods dutifully, knowing he’ll make good on his promise of leaving people behind. 

“Yes sir,” Kelce jokes. You smile tiredly at their antics, loving seeing all of the friends you love together in one room, fitting together seamlessly.

Rafe taps your hip from where you’d been leaning over the island, that last shot of ’42 going straight to your head. “C’mon. Let’s go get ready.”

“Lead the way.”

You follow Rafe down to the lower level, to the room you’d both decided was furthest away from the chaos while still having a private bathroom. 

He beelines for his suitcase, where it sits unfolded in the corner, while you make your way to the bed with your makeup bag, hiding a barely stifled yawn once his back is turned. But once you sit down on the bed, you lean back into the headboard, shutting your eyes momentarily.

“Hey.” 

You crack one eye open, your cheeks heating up when you realize you’ve been caught. “M’sorry. Do you think I can power nap and still get ready in an hour? I have an outfit visualized in my head.” 

“Not a chance in hell. You’re gonna change it four times,” Rafe laughs, pulling his shirt up over his head where he’s kneeling in front of his bag. He turns to you, his eyes softening. “You’re tired, sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“Thought we’d have more downtime today,” you admit. “Not sure why, knowing your friends.” 

Rafe drops the shirt he’d been holding, standing and making his way over to you. 

“Bad move on your part,” he says, crawling up the bed and over your body, kissing you on the forehead before he sits to your side, grabbing your hand in both of his.

You smile, bringing his hand up to your lips, batting your eyelashes with great effort due to your heavy eyelids. “Could you go back upstairs for a RedBull?”

“Baby,” Rafe coos. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”

You blink, perking up in your surprise at his suggestion. “What? It’s the first night, we have to go out.”

“Says who?” Rafe shrugs. 

“Says everyone upstairs who’ll drag me out of here kicking and screaming,” you deadpan. 

“I’ll fight ‘em,” he says seriously.

“Rafe,” you laugh, pushing him with a hand to his chest. “I just have to rally.”

You make no move to do such, and time continues ticking down. You aren’t testing him, because you know you’d get him off your back with a minuscule pout. You didn’t even have to do that, and he was already suggesting you stay back. An outcome for the night you hadn’t even realized you wanted until you sealed yourselves off in your room, the first quiet moment to yourselves all day. 

“Okay,” Rafe says, moving your makeup bag from your lap to the side table next to the bed. “Or, hear me out, you could change out of your jeans and go brush your teeth.”

It’s a sudden thought so enticing, but you know you can’t fold yet. 

“It’s the first night,” you reemphasize, moving the bag back into your lap. “I just have to get going—I’ll order an espresso martini at the first place.”

“No one’s gonna give you shit,” Rafe says, moving the bag out of your reach again. “They’ll understand.”

“Okay, but Margot doesn’t know Nora that well, and I’ll feel bad if—”

“Kelce can handle Margot,” Rafe reminds you stubbornly.

You sigh, engaging in a quick staring contest. You both can’t help but start smiling the minute you lock eyes, and you have the urge to push him again, but you fight it.

“If I didn’t go,” you finally suggest, immediately regretting it when Rafe smiles again like he’s victorious, pink lips pulled up in smug satisfaction as his hand strokes over your knee. “If. Would you make sure they don’t do anything they’ll regret? That goes for all of them, honestly.”

The smug look fades as his eyebrows furrow. “Babe, I’m not going either.”

“Rafe,” you protest. 

“Y/n,” he counters. “I don’t wanna go.”

“You don’t wanna go? Or you don’t wanna leave me?”

He cocks his head to the side. “Not mutually exclusive.”

“I’m not that girlfriend,” you remind him. “You should go.”

“I’m that boyfriend,” he says. “I’m not going.”

“But you haven’t seen your boys in forever,” you protest, your last defense.

Rafe smiles, squeezing your knee. “Trust me, I’ve had enough of them in the last 12 hours.” 

You look at his face a little more, noticing his under eyes are a bit darker than you’d taken notice of, that his voice was dipping into that lower timbre he only got before dawn and after dusk. He hadn’t even had that much to drink today from what you remember, so you know it wasn’t that. It hits you then that he’d probably been pushing himself to go out just for you—what you thought you’d been doing for your friends. The surge of fondness is quickly overtaken by the need to make it right—to make sure he’s really sure.

But Rafe zeroes in on it and kisses your next argument off of your lips, pulling himself back over you and off of the bed. He forgoes the button up he’d been fiddling with earlier, pulling out a pair of sweatpants instead and slipping them up to his hips, tossing a worn t-shirt in your general direction. “Are we done here? I’m gonna go up and break the news.”

You finally feel yourself fully relax into the bed, knowing you’re done half-heartedly arguing and he’s done graciously entertaining it. “They’re gonna call us lame.”

“Oh, we are. I’ll bring us some snacks, too.”

You laugh, beckoning him closer with a finger as you stand again. You lean up to wrap your arms around him, feeling your tired body lose even more steam as he squeezes you tight, your eyes finding his. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he says, surprised like he even needs to say it to you, like there’s ever a stray second where you don’t know that as truth. He presses a kiss into the side of your head, only letting you go after a while. “Get in bed.”

You give him a mock salute, turning to grab your cosmetics bag off of the table again to take into the bathroom with you. Rafe raises his eyebrows. “My skincare is in here. Promise.” 

He points at you accusingly as he swings the door open. “I’m holding you to that.”