Posessive!rafe Leaving Bimbo!reader Alone All Day Because He Had Errands To Run So She Hangs Out With

posessive!rafe leaving bimbo!reader alone all day because he had errands to run so she hangs out with topper and later tells rafe all of the fun things they did together not knowing that after, he's decided she's never being left alone ever again and she'll come with him everywhere.

her hands clap together with excitement now, and she spins in her seat on the couch, glee twinkling in her eyes. "oh! and then we went swimming! his mom had a few extra bathing suits that she let me borrow, and there was one - oh rafe it was so cute!" she gasps. "she said it was when from she was younger, but it was this tiny little thing, and it was pink!"

he's hiding his scowl behind the guise of his palm, nodding along. "yeah, yeah, you love pink."

she nods, squirming with exaltation in her spot. "yeah! and.. and it was a little small, but that's okay, because we weren't swimming for long.. because then he took me on a ride with his jet.. jet.. what's it called?"

"jet ski?" he nearly grumbles, sitting back further in his seat beside you. "thought i told you those things were dangerous, baby. don't want you just getting on with anyone."

she nods. "i held on tight, don't worry. just like you showed me."

rafe nearly coughs, then, sitting up straighter. "yeah.. baby, how do you feel about going on my errands with me from now on? you'll get to wear all those pretty dresses i bought you, huh? i think that's a good idea."

Was reading some Omegaverse works today and I understand it's not everyone's cup of tea.

But it lead to another thought to what is Konig was a wolf or dog hybrid and had his sweet little bunny pet and got to knot them, filling them, claiming them.

I HAD A THOT LIKE THIS BEFORE OMG ILY !! it was after i found out that tomcats have toothed cocks so that it hurts when the female cats try to get free. it kinda latches to their cervixes until they’re impregnated. i think. i’m pretty sure. i’m not a cat. i wish i was. i mean, imagine your mate having a toothed cock. aren’t cats’ tongues toothed too? OMG IMAGINE KÖNIG EATING YOUR PUSSY WITH HIS TOOTHED TONGUE. actually ouch never mind. anyway.

DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT! NON-CON, hybrid!könig, knotting, bloating, public, interspecies (?), rough sex.

my hybrid!könig is like super hybrid. he’s got a knot but is also notched too. i’m filthy sorry 😖

you sniffle and whimper, scraping at the forest floor whilst the serrated prongs of his prick embed into the walls of your cunt — severing if you squirm and wiggle too much. he’s panting above you, claws slicing into the softness of your narrow hips. it’s not like he has to hold you in place; his fanged cock and its convexed head already keeps you skewered in place so he can focus on filling you with his pups :3

you’re crying. blubbering, even. garbling on agonised moans. his cock is knotted, the bulbous head locking into your tight canal so he can pump you full. and you can’t ignore that the way he’s stretched you wide open feels good — splitting you in half on his meaty girth. it’s the way it splinters your insides that makes you wish he’ll let you go, something you’ve pleaded for since he first wrestled you to the ground and stabbed you full.

he growls behind you, nails drawing blood from your flesh when his raw seed pumps into your uterus. he should release you now. groom you with his tongue until you’re clean of his semen and no longer bleeding from your hole. but he doesn’t.

he keeps rutting against your rear, no doubt slicing your poor cunny to shreds whilst his knot hammers into your gummy spot. you’re choking on staggered breaths — laboured from how winded you feel. he’s ramming into you, plunging his potent cum deep into your womb where he’s already bred you.

your stomach starts to swell, your cunt leaking around his dick from being so flooded with his product. you can’t possibly consume much more of him, but his heavy balls still spew their load within you — cock still fastened to the clamp of your cunt :((

I’ve been think about baby daddy chad meeks him and reader asf and are low key toxic😭 always fighting and getting jealous of each other Chad with Tara and reader with one of her male friends but they have the most sweet and precious baby boy😕 he’s about 1-2 and it’s his birthday party and Chad has reader in the bathroom eating her out they have a lot of pent up tension and he’s like “I’m sick of your fucking attitude shut yo and take it.” Omggg

"we getting in the habit of leaving our son outside with other people to watch him?" your ankles dangle against his back as he buries himself further between your thighs, lapping angrily at the puffy lips that quiver under his mouth.

chad groans there, and the reverberations have your thighs clamping down around the male's head keeping him anchored as you grind harder against his tongue. "don't you ever just shut the fuck up?" he gripes before suckling your clit between his lips, dragging his teeth over the overstimulated bud before releasing it with a pop. "sick of your fucking attitude already."

your fingers grip at his curls, head falling back against the wall-to-wall mirror of the bathroom you both spent way too much money on, breath catching in the back of your throat. "make me cum and i'll think about it, asshole." your words carry spite but they're twinged with a grateful lilt that catches on his ears.

he beams up from between your legs, tongue teasing at your gummy walls. "i love you.." you sigh contentedly.

"you just saying that now that my tongue is all the way in your pussy?" his thumb pulls back the hood of your clit so he can give the muscle his attention once more. "is that the answer, then, hm? give this sweet pussy some attention and you'll quit the attitude?"

you groan, thighs quivering with the threat of an fast-coming orgassm. "just say it back, asshole. i know you feel it."

he grumbles something, licking rapidly over the bundle of nerves. "i love you too.. even if you are a bit of a priss."

König and reader stoned breeding!! But like (if you have the time ofc) sitting on his lap and sharing a blunt, while his hands slowly get more and more touchy all over your soft sensitive body! Or taking edibles beforehand and them hitting when he enters you!!

Accidentally he mentions breeding you and you lock your legs around him in instinct! Which only gets him going more!

(Am I 🍃 at the time of writing? Maybe)

EDDIES EDDIES ‼️ being 🍃 when writing is the only way !!

mdni. cannabis, edibles, high sex, raw sex, breeding.

you pass the joint to him, allowing him to finish the rest as you puff out a cloud of the herbal drug. your boyfriend chuckles, fingers that are so much longer and thicker grazing yours when he takes it, positioning it between a pair of slightly chapped lips. (parched from the acidic juices of your pussy where he’s spent most of the night thus far.)

“mein lieb, i think we have a problem.” he inhales from what remains of the roll-up, potent and dizzying. an intoxicating fog fills the room, a haze settling over the bed. you’ve been fucking and smoking all night — you’re both so drunk on sex and cannabis that you couldn’t walk in a straight line if you tried. you can’t walk anyway, he was a bit too rough :((

he taps the burnt-down butt into the ceramic ashtray that had once sat precariously on the bed — three used filters already in it, surrounded by ash. it’s already fallen off the bed thanks to the number y’all did on the bed frame, ash stains and a fourth stub on the floor beside it. “it’s chipped.” you pout, fingertip coasting over the crack in the ashtray. “i made this myself.” you wince when the sharp corner pierces your skin and könig chuckles, lifting it to his mouth to suck it clean. “i was wondering why it has a hand-drawn penis on it, schatz. it is not very big, nein?”

“i did it before i met you.” you chuckle, shuffling onto his lap between beefy, outstretched legs. you pull your slender digit from his mouth, before licking your tongue in its place, tasting the metallic tang of your blood on his. “i’ll make a new one and draw yours on it.” he laughs at that, deep and hearty. “the ashtray will have to be much bigger then, little liebling.” you nod in agreement, smirking against his lips.

you sit up on your knees, straddling his mighty thighs. “baby… i wanna try something. just say no if it’s too much.” his blue eyes narrow at you, fair-haired brows knitting together. “please, lieb. not a strap-on. i do the fucking.” you gasp at the crude assumption, slapping his chest playfully. “oh my god, no! i’m steering clear of your ass, mister.” he hmphs with relief. “gut. so what is it?”

you smile, teetering over to open the drawer of your bedside table. his hands glue themselves to your bent hips, covering the red handprints and fingertip-shaped bruises that already mark them. you swallow a moan when he starts to grind your sticky cunt over his semi, one of its veins massaging your sore clit. bastard hasn’t been flaccid since he first pinned you to the mattress however many hours ago.

when you lean back up, you’ve got two powdery small cubes in your palm — one pink and the other yellow. könig frowns, slowing his movements of manually rocking your hips against his length. “candy?” he presumes, voice unimpressed and dare you say disappointed. you’ve got a devilish look on your face, lips tugging upward as if by invisible string. “sorta.” you say, ghosting your tongue over his bottom lip — tracing the raised skin of a scar that stretches to his jaw. “they’re pebbibles!” your excitement confuses him and his eyes dip to the sweets in your hand.

he takes the yellow one, examining it between his thumb and forefinger. “these are not circular. pebbles are round.” you roll your eyes at his pedantic approach. “it’s a play on words.” your hand — so small in comparison — takes gentle hold of his wrist. your fingers are too short to wrap around it entirely. “they’re boiled gummies.” you tell him, eyes widening when he shrugs and pops it onto his tongue. you stop him, hooking your finger into his mouth like a mother fishing a plastic, choke-hazardous toy from her infant. “which contain canna-oil.”

he just stares at you dumbly, probably offended that you’d snatched the sweet from his watering mouth. you’re hungry too, these munchies are hitting pretty hard, but you need him to know what he’s getting into. he’s never consumed the drug like this before — only ever smoked it. you knew someone once who reacted badly to an edible. “like, cannabis oil, babe.” his eyes light up with understanding then, and he plucks the gummy back. “ah, i see. so why did you do that?”

“i need you to know the risks—” but he pops it into his mouth, chewing it just once before gulping it down. you sit there dumbfounded, mouth agape with your own edible still in the cup of your hand. könig smiles, dangerous. you know that look; you see it every time he fucks his cock into your tight hole. he takes it from your fingers and lifts his hand to place the crystallised cube on your tongue, then gently closes your limp jaw. “go on, my little sonnenschein. let’s have fun, ja?”

you huff out a giggle, surprised. you weren’t expecting him to be so into trying something new. it took you a while to convince him to try a blunt; you thought dust would collect on your shelves by the time you got him to test an eddy. “you’re so sexy.” you snort, chuckling away like a tipsy teenager. he grins lazily and lopsided, eyes half-shut and reddened. “on your back, bärchen.”

you roll off him, legs spreading instinctively so he can position himself between them. you’re so wet from his dick already, a little looser thanks to the impossible stretch of his width. immediately, his mouth is on yours, pulling your lips apart with his teeth before curling his tongue with yours. you can taste the fruitiness of the edibles when your saliva mixes, lips smacking and nipping in a slobbery clash of teeth and groans.

you feel his purplish cockhead pushing at your entrance and he doesn’t even have to try because with a small twitch of his hips, he’s halfway inside, sliding in with lewd ease. for once you’re thankful for his previous force, he’s opened your cunt up so well already, the dregs of your combined cum acting as lubricant. you garble around his tongue as it fucks your mouth, muffling your moans. your high intensifies significantly as soon as he’s balls-deep, the candies choosing the perfect time to manipulate the inebriated senses of your neural waves.

he doesn’t waste time, thrusting his mushroom-tip against the spongy entrance to your cervix without pulling out. your mouth falls open, gaping at the sensation of him fucking into you without retracting a single inch and you glance between your sweaty bodies, your vision slightly doubled as you watch the base of him hammer against your hole over and over. his slick bush of curls brushes against your swollen, exhausted clit every time and you swoon, head thudding against the pillows. “könig~! s’good, fuck-” you’re a mess, babbling like a teething baby whilst the mountainous man above you drills his cock into the silky roof of your cunt.

“Scheiße.” he croaks, overstimulated and strangely sensitive already. “those were not aphrodisiacs, nein? i cannot keep going much— much longer.” you shake your head, nails clawing at his back and toes curling as he continues to pump you full of his dick. “no, just— stronger than what you’re used to.. ah!” your legs lock around his middle, feet unable to touch behind the large stature of his back. könig starts to shake, hips stuttering and muscles spasming.

“mein gott.” he stutters, balls slapping against the underside of your arse cheeks and he feels an abnormal tingling in said region. he feels alien, almost. “lieb, you’ll have to… mmf- let go now.” he knows he can’t hold back, his cock screaming at him to release his hot cum into your eager uterus. you’re not ready for a family, not yet. but you cling tighter, fingers biting into his skin. “no, baby.” you whisper, broken and choked. “give me a baby. please, könig. y’know you wanna.”

oh god, he’s so close. eyes scrunched up and teeth gritted.

“feels so good, könig. please, please please.” you’re pleading with him and lord knows how much he loves it when you beg for it. he falters, hips snapping wildly into yours. your room is humid, thick with the smell of sex and skin-on-skin. he crumples on top of you, a heap of mass as he breeds you thoroughly. his cum is so warm as it shoots through your cervix, painting your insides and claiming you completely.

you can smell it drooling from you — sweet and rich. you’re still milking him, drenching his cock with your climax as he still rolls against you slowly and clumsily. your hands glide up to stroke his hair and the short ones that grow down his neck — damp and sparse. “jesus.” you breathe, chest heaving and legs trembling. his tired laughter rumbles, vibrating against you. “we mustn’t say a word, meine liebe.” he lifts his head to gaze down at you and you hold his face in your hands, looking up at him quizzically. “about what to who?”

“to our child about how they were conceived.”

please more Zach Justiceee 🙏🙏 maybe some smut or fluff

Summary: Zach picks on you about a rumor your ex is starting and you’ve had enough.

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, Zach being Zach, rumor about reader, mentions of bad relationship, unprotected slightly rough sex, choking, hair pulling, oral (m rec), biting, scratching, filth

Word Count: 2.1k | not edited

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You sat down on the bench, glancing over at Tara, “Did you hear what Andrew is saying about me?” Tara shakes her head, moving in closer, “No, what’s he doing now?”

“So I get on-“ you point to Alyssa, “You should know this, too.” She gets up, laughing as she walks over, “What’d he do, girl?”

“I had this weird feeling to get on Instagram and check my DM’s right?” You ask and they both nod, “So I do, and I have this message from a girl and-“

You pull your phone out, going to the messages, “Here.” You let them read the messages between the two of you and both of their mouths drop.

You laugh, “Uh huh. He’s fucking telling people I was boring in bed, like I promise I’m not.”

“Oh I believe it.” Tara tilts her head, “I’ve thought about it. You don’t look like someone who would be boring in bed.”

“Tara Yummy, usually I have people take me to dinner before they talk to me like that.” You laugh and look over, laughing harder when you see Zach and Jared standing there.

“What the fuck did we just walk into? I’m not complaining, but this is a professional place. Invite us next time.” Zach rolls his eyes and you roll yours back, “I was just telling my friends the latest gossip with my asshole of an ex.”

“Everything alright?” Jared asks and Zach stares at you until you answer, “Yeah, yeah. He’s just, um. Spreading a rumor around that I’m boring in bed.”

“What the fuck? That’s ridiculous.” Jared shakes his head and Zach raises his brows, “Well are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You smirk at him and he tilts his head, “Shouldn’t started the I’m full of myself rumor about you instead.”

“Hey now, don’t be mean. She’s going through a hard time right now.” Alyssa says to Zach and Tara agrees, “Yeah, what would you do if someone said you sucked in bed?”

“That.. would never happen to me? So I can’t answer that.” Zach shrugs sitting down and Jared laughs, mocking Zach, “Someone should have started the I’m so full of myself rumor.. Zach.” He laughs, “How have you not been cancelled, yet?”

Zach shrugs, putting on his headphones and you all follow along.

——

The second Zach found out about the rumor going around, you knew he wasn’t going to let it go.

Every so often, he’ll make a comment about you being boring, or say something you know is related to the said rumor.

You gave it a few days, laughed it off, until you got this bright idea. You weren’t sure if Zach would go for it, considering the timing of your planned delivery would be sure to have him on the spot.

Or so you thought.

You’re in the middle of the podcast, and surprising Zach hasn’t said anything. You decided to wait for him to make a joke, but little did you know, that would go perfectly with your original plan.

“Listen, sweetheart. I know you’re boring and all, but could you at least try and contribute something to today’s show?” Zach stares at you and you slowly look over at him,

“If you really want to know, why don’t you just say that?”

And Zach knew exactly what you meant, staring at you for a few seconds, trying to read your face on whether or not you’re serious. You raise your brows, “I’m serious. If you’re going to run your mouth to me, you might as well know if what you’re saying is actually correct or not, right?”

You had Zach, speechless for a few seconds, including everything else in the room. He didn’t know what to do but other than fight fire with fire, “Alright.” He stands up as he takes his headphones off, “Prove to me just how boring in bed you really are.”

You purse your lips as you slowly take yours off, “You didn’t have to announce it like that, asshole.” You roll your eyes and stand up.

“Wait.” Tara waves her hands, “Is that.. is this actually happening?” She looks around at everyone, confused out of her mind, “What is happening!?”

“I think so.” Jared laughs while nodding, “How did this.. what the fuck?” Alyssa chimes in, “Are you guys really going to fuck?”

You shrug as you laugh, “May as well put these rumors to bed one way or anything right?” Alyssa laughs, “Oh my God. Okay. Yep. There you go Tara.”

You walk past Zach, looking back at him, “You coming or what, Justice?”

“If I’m not back in half an hour, call the police.” Zach smirks and turns around, “Shouldn’t be more than that right?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug, walking towards the steps. Zach watches you all the way up, following behind you. He wasn’t sure why you were doing this, the only reason you can think of is because you thought he would say no.

But your plan is backfiring, in the best way possible?

“Right this way.” Zach motions into his room and you smirk as you walk by him, “Wow.” You look around, “A lot cleaner than I thought it would be.”

He rolls his eyes, closing the door, “Y/n. What are you doing?”

You walk over to him, laying your hands on his chest, “Well, I’m here to prove that I’m not boring. What?” You look up at him, “You chickening out? Wanna not and just say we did?”

He licks his lips, shaking his head, “Not even close.”

He pulls you in by the waist, lips crashing onto yours as your hands slide up his chest and up to tangle in his hair.

He groans lowly as you gently bite down on his lip and tug before letting go. He moves to kiss down your neck and you let out a moan as he bites.

You guide him backwards to the bed, pushing him to sit back once he’s there. He’s caught off guard by your sudden dominating demeanor, but it quickly turns him on.

His lips are parted as he watches you straddle his lap, hands slowly move to your hips as you push him to lay back, “Are you bored?” You kiss down his neck as you push his shirt up and he lets out a sigh as you drag your nails down his skin.

“Mm, I’ll let you know when we get to the good part.” He bites his lip and raises his brows, earning a smirk from you as you move down his lap.

Your lips connect with the skin of his abdomen, down to where his jeans start. You glance up at him and he’s watching you eagerly, lifting his hips after you unbutton them.

You pull them down and he kicks them off as you lay a hand on his already hard cock. He leans up on his elbows, head tilting as you give him a squeeze, “Don’t tease.”

“Why not.” You slip your fingers into the band of his boxers and pull them down, “Maybe I like seeing how you react to being teased.”

You don’t give him time to react as you lean down, gripping his cock as you run your tongue along the underside.

“Jesus Christ.” He breathes out, whimpering slightly as you run your tongue along the head of his cock, “C’mon, baby.” He groans as he bucks his hips up, “Please don’t tease me.”

“You’re so hot when you beg.” You smirk, pushing your head down onto him with a gag and his hand flies to the back of your head, “That’s it, shit.”

He groans, gripping the blanket on his bed with his free hand, “That’s it, sweetheart.” He watches with his jaw clack, “You’re so fucking good at this.”

You lift your head, looking up at him, “Since when do you swear?”

He shakes his head, pulling you up, “We can talk about that later.” Your lips are smashed into his and you lean forward, one arm out to hold up your weight as the other moves down to steady his cock.

You sink down onto him, both of you moaning loudly as his hand presses your hips down further, “Oh my god, y/n. Baby.”

Your stomach flutters at his words, “Fuck, Zach. You feel so good.” Your voice is a whimper, “Be rough with me.”

You drag his hand up your body, clenching around his cock as you feel his hand tighten around your neck.

“You’re a nasty little whore, aren’t you.” His grip tightens as you smile at his words, “Only for the right person.”

You bite your lip, groaning out as you lift your hips and sink back down. Zach’s grip tightens on your throat, causing you to squeak out.

Your eyes roll back as you plant your hands on his chest, using him as support as you continue to bounce your hips. Zach pulls you towards him, lips planting on yours as he rolls you over, his thrusts picking up rather quickly.

Your back arches off the bed, legs wrapping around his waist. You reach up, tapping his wrist and he lets go, leaning in to kiss over where his hand had just been, “Good?”

You nod, “Oh yeah.” You smile, pulling him in by his neck to kiss him, “How’s your bored level now?” You moan quietly as he kisses back your jaw, stopping at your ear, “Considering you’re more of a whore then I originally knew you were..”

You moan out quietly as he nips the skin just below your ear, “No one else is touching this pussy ever again.”

You dig your nails into his shoulders, “Yeah, who says?” You bite down on your lip, keeping your eyes on his as he leans up. He smirks as your brows furrow with pleasure and you whimper, “Fuck, Zach, keep going.”

He rests his forehead against yours, “I say, and I think you want that, too.” He thrusts harder into you, groaning out as he plants his lips on yours.

“You’re the worst.” You smirk, gasping as you feel your orgasm teetering right on the edge of consuming every inch of your body.

“You’ll love me someday.” He kisses your forehead, “Now cum for me, baby.” He slides a hand down, snaking it under your leg so he can lift it up, the new angle sending you right into orbit.

You cling to Zach, eyes rolling back and he reaches up, gripping your face with his hand, “Mm, eyes on me while I fuck you through it.” (I just want you to know that I had to pause for a moment because wow)

You moan out as you lock eyes with him, clenching his cock repeatedly as he guides you through your high, “Good girl.”

He bites his lip as his thumb brushes over yours, and he gasps when they part and his thumb is taken between them, “Oh, baby.” Zach’s brows furrow as you swirl your tongue around it, which also earns a groan, “I’m not done with you.”

You tilt your head back, letting his thumb go from your grasp, “I was hoping you weren’t.” You pull him in, kissing him as you feel his hips stutter.

You press your hands to his chest, pushing him up, “stand up.”

He’s up immediately, hand pumping his cock as he watches you move down to the floor - on your knees for him.

You lean up, taking over working his cock with your mouth on the tip and hand pumping the rest. His hand is on the back of your head, eyes glued to watching you worship his cock until he cums.

His hips buck, hand holding your head down until his cock twitches the last out. You suck him clean before leaning back, looking up at him with a smile.

He shakes his head, chest rising and falling at a slightly fast rate, “Did I fuck you better than that asshole?” You stand up, “One hundred percent. I didn’t have to fake it with you.”

Zach lets out a laugh, “You faked it with him?”

You nod, “He was the boring one in bed, wouldn’t ever tie me up or anything fun.”

“Tie you up? Like..” he holds his wrists together and you bite down on your lip, tilting your head as you slowly spin around, “I was thinking more along the lines of..”

You turn around, back towards him as you put your hands behind you back. Wrists together as you bed over slightly, and you feel Zach’s hand hold your wrists there as the other moves up to turn your chin towards him, “I have a tie, and they can finish the show without us. All you gotta do is say-“

“Yes.”

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Okay I think I love this one. Please tell me what you think. I love you all so much thank you for reading! 🖤

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Just iimagine Topper breaking the news to the pogues that youve been effing rafe this whole time during his rant before the pogues get on the plane

you're nestled into the spot on the plane's stairs right next to pope, knee bouncing anxiously against the metal step while sarah and john b speak with an angry topper who's sporting a nasty bruise that rings his right eye. your ears have been stuffed with metaphorical content, their shared, angry diction muffled as it passes through your ear drums. that is, until you hear your name spoken.

topper's pointing an angry finger in your direction, the digit wavering in his trembling rage, lips curled into a snarl. "oh and you," he scoffs. "you wanna talk about lies? how about you tell them, huh? since we're all sharing our fucking secrets?"

your heart thuds in your chest before it plummets into the pit of your belly, disintegrating in the churning stomach bile that seems to lick up your abdomen and set your entire body aflame. "me? i.. i don't know what you're talking about."

you swallow the growing lump in the pit of your throat while pope shifts next to you to properly get a good look at you, brows knitting with confusion. "you're not going to tell them?" topper seethes, looking past the two figures in front of him to find your diverting gaze. "i will then."

your lips part, heart wailing in your ears. "topper-"

"this little princess," he points once more. "this little princess is fucking your brother, sarah." when sarah stumbles over her words, baffled, topper continues. "yup, she's been in rafe's pants so much that she might as well be part of the cameron family."

pope immediately rises, and you follow suit, scrambling up from the steps and onto the hot tarmac. "is that true?" sarah whispers, a horrible mess of defeat and betrayal sopping from her words like thick magma. "are you.. with my brother?"

you wrestle with your hands, cheeks a furnace while perspiration begins to dot at your hairline. "listen.. i uh.. i have a really good explanation for this. just hear me out."