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X-Men: First Class (2011) | Deadpool & Wolverine (2024)
They wanna fuck each other so badly
“A guy like you, it’s no fun if you don’t give in.”
Kinnporsche The Series was one of my favourite dramas of 2022 and I lost my mind over Pete and Vegas in particular. This show is buckwild and gorgeous and it was hard choosing a scene to paint first.
[Image description: A screenshot redraw of episode 12 of Kinnporsche. Vegas and Pete are in the minor family safehouse lit dramatically in purples, pinks and blues. They stand nose-to nose and Vegas holds the side of Pete’s face, thumb under his chin as he challenges him to make a move.]
quiet afternoon crush (ch 8) - the perfect plan
ryeji college au, idiots in love, slow burn, fluff & smut, yeji falls first ryujin falls harder | word count: 33.9k/????
Ryujin is curled up on the couch waiting, her face illuminated by her phone screen. She’s tied her hair up into a quick ponytail, and her oversized button down has slipped off one shoulder. Yeji stops in her tracks, entranced by the slope of Ryujin’s shoulder—interrupted only by the thin strap of her tank top—and the long line of her neck. She wonders how soft her skin is, wonders how it would feel to lean in, bite down. Would Ryujin gasp, sigh, push her away? Would she pull her closer? Yeji fists a hand in the front of her sweats. Her eyes rove across the line of Ryujin’s collarbone, up the column of her throat, lingering for a moment on her lips before continuing up up up. Their eyes meet. Ryujin’s are heavy, dark, and Yeji wonders how much her own gaze betrays, what desire might be lurking there. Because she feels it, a pool of heat that only grows as Ryujin continues to watch her.
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The fact that I'm only just seeing this now feels CRIMINAL
‘Blue Lily, Lily Blue’ an animation.
Overheard at the BAU
Henry: "You know dad, a lot of guys get left by their wifes-"
Will: "What are you talking about?"
Henry: "...are you seriously the only one who doesn't know?"
✿⋅ Oh, to be Alone with You ⋅✿
NSFW ⋆ 18+ ⋆ Minors DNI
Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 2.6k Descriptors: I try my best to write inclusively. Reader uses she/her pronouns and is mentioned in her physicality but not described in detail. If anything escaped me, please let me know! Sorry I couldn't make this more gender neutral, but since this fic is a gift to @naariel I thought I'd use her pronouns. Warnings: dirty daydreams, yearning, lusting after someone, male masturbation, dirty talk, fantasy of PiV sex within the daydream, bath sex, this is written from Halsin's POV
⋆⋅ Inspired by this insane artwork by @naariel ⋅⋆
Author's note: I've been pondering, rotating and marinating this artwork in my mind for WEEKS. It haunts me in the best possible way and I am so happy Naariel gave me permission to reference her art! If you are not already following her, you definitely should - her skill and talent are infinite.
Masterlist ⋆ If you prefer AO3
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Oh, to be Alone with You
Halsin sighs when he finally sits down, long limbs sprawling on the too-small chair that can barely contain him.
Chairs. What superfluous oddities, where a big tree stump might have sufficed. If one has to make them at all, why not at least make them comfortable? Why not sit in the meadows, why not find a place to lay where the sun has warmed a rock that has been washed and polished by the rain? But no, the rules of the city demand he be contained within four walls instead of roaming free, they demand he bathe in a wooden tub instead of out in the wilds, they demand he wear clothes and be polite to people even as they trample the Oak Father’s creations beneath their boots without even stopping to look and enjoy nature’s gifts.
Halsin shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose to stave off the oncoming headache. It has been a long day and he is so tired. A long week. A long few weeks, if he is being honest with himself. In all these centuries, times have been- well- rough, to say the least. But whatever haunts the Sword Coast now… it’s different. Bigger than the invasions of Goblins across the land, bigger than the Shadow druids, bigger even than the Shadow Curse that has occupied Halsin’s every waking hour for nigh on one hundred years.
At least, Thaniel and Oliver have been reunited, some life returning to the lands as it always should have been. A victory, chased for so long, tasting sweet only for a moment before the stale urgency of the matter at hand had seeped back into Halsin’s mind: Mindflayers infecting innocents, magic-infused tadpoles, an Elder Brain… There are too many battles to be fought, and not one of them to be won.
Halsin presses his lips together and tries to banish the dark thoughts from his mind. There are some good things that have come out of this: They have not lost a fight yet, and his newfound companions are… stimulating, to say the least. Fighting alongside them has been a joy and a privilege - watching their blades sear, their magic erupt, their arrows pierce their targets as the bear Halsin rips through flesh and bone. The fighting is necessary, and his companions are more skilled than he could have ever wished for. This day may have been hard, but it was successful nonetheless, and now he is here, freshly bathed and ready to find some rest for the night. If only it could be under the stars, far outside the city walls, he would almost call himself happy. Instead, he must bed down alone, encased by too many walls and a too-small bed frame.
Halsin misses the smell of grass that has not been trampled by hundreds of boot-clad feet, he misses the feeling of bark against his fur, he misses his wildshape and trodding through calm forests instead of bloodied battlefields. He misses air that is crisp and clean and doesn't smell of artificially molten metals. He misses the Grove, he misses Thaniel and he misses the woods. The city has been forsaken by Silvanus, and even if this place is a small oasis of nature, it is not the same as being out among the Oak Father’s creations.
He cracks his neck, his hair tickling his collarbones. Halsin curses quietly to himself, pushing a curl behind his ear. He needs to cut his hair - it’s getting too long. And he needs to braid it again, his plaits are all out of sorts. It might be a hassle to do it without a mirror- but maybe he could ask-
No.
Shaking his head as if to will the thought away, he slumps into the discomfort of the chair a little more.
No, he shouldn't ask her anything. Nothing that would involve her hands on him, at least. Certainly not her fingers buried in his hair, tugging softly, her voice gently commanding that he tilt his head a different way. He can’t ask for that. It would only lead to him asking for more:
More of her hands on him, more of her skin against his, more than innocent touches and whispered goodnights across the campfire. He would ask for everything: To bury himself inside her until the world fades away, to devour her until she is slick with sweat from the pleasure he brings her. To be the keeper of her heart, just as he yearns for her to be the keeper of his.
Halsin can feel the familiar tightness in his back as the golden shimmer of his wildshape travels up to his shoulder blades. One thought of her, and already the bear stirs.
He remembers everything that happened today, even as he tries so hard to think of something else:
He remembers the way she smells, of sweet berries, blood and leather. He remembers her looking up at him, as her fingers clutch her weapon tightly. He remembers the fire in her eyes after the slaughter, the glow in her cheeks when she turned around to look at him and found only the bear. He remembers how she smiled at him, even after all that violence, a smile like the sinking sun, bloodied and red, but more beautiful than he could ever have dreamed up.
And as the day progressed: Her arm bumping into his, her head tilting up when she asked him a question and wanted to read his expression. How her hands slipped around him to reach for some food at the campfire earlier when they rested. Her sweet breath on his face and a mumbled excuse when she walked into him, still drowsy with sleep. And all Halsin wanted to do was pull her into his lap and bury his nose in the crook of her neck and forget about the world, forget about everyone watching, and have her, right then, in that moment. Have her all to himself, make her his very own. To feel her around him, to show her the depth of his affection, the desperation of his desire, the magnitude of his commitment.
All he wanted in that moment - all he still wants - is to touch her, to feel her in ways that he cannot ask for because he is scared she will not want the same thing he does. Halsin wants to lick the sweat off her skin, he wants to be buried between her thighs whenever they can steal away, even for a few minutes, he wants her taste on his tongue when he fights, and to wrap himself around her when they sleep.
The force of his own thoughts makes Halsin shudder, glowing desire stirring deep in his belly.
Her tongue in his mouth, his hands on her skin: How soft she would be against him. How wonderful to hear her voice break when she cries out for him, how she would taste if he could lick her off his fingers, the honey of her thighs, the salt of her sweat. He would give anything to know the expression on her face when she is lost to mindless bliss- he would give everything to know that he is the cause of it.
A low moan escapes his throat then, and Halsin presses his lips together when his mind returns from memory and sweet imagination to this house in the midst of a bustling city. This is not nature, where he can do what pleases him when it pleases him. No, the city - ‘civilisation’ as they call it - comes with rules, expectations, limitations.
He is in someone else’s home, exhausted from the day, the blood barely washed off his skin. And yet, all he can think about is… her. All he can feel is the constriction of his clothing, the confinement of leather where he longs to be touched. He wants to shed like the bear sheds his fur after the winter, he wants to feel free again.
Halsin hums, breathing deeply, willing away the golden sparks of his wildshape that dance along his fingertips. He listens intently, fingers dancing across his thighs, drumming an impatient rhythm.
Nothing in the house stirs. Maybe they are all gone still, running their errands, finding bath houses, visiting old friends and merchants they used to know before they return here for a long night’s rest. Maybe Halsin can have a small pocket of time to himself. Time to dream himself away, to give in to the desire he has harboured for so long.
Maybe… he could use this opportunity to release some of that tension that has settled deep in his belly. Refocus his attention. Maybe it’ll be for the best- not to think of her constantly anymore, not of her smell, or the colour of her eyes, of the way her fingers linger on his for a moment too long whenever they touch, or how much he wished they could have bathed together when he sank into the tub earlier that night.
The city has many downsides, but baths are one of the few things to enjoy. Hot springs are wonderful, but few and far between. Nature provides: The bear does not mind the coldness of a stream in the woods, or the iciness of a mountain lake. But there is nothing like a steaming bath to help prevent the sore ache that settles in his bones after a fight.
If only it was acceptable to ask her if she would join him. If only it had been her hands washing dirt and grime and blood from his skin, brushing his hair, kneading tired muscles, her hands much smaller than his, but strong and determined. Loving.
Halsin lets his head fall back, spine cracking as he settles in the small, uncomfortable chair, spreading his legs to cup his hardening cock. He closes his eyes and tries to imagine it…
She glistens in the dim light, thin streams of water trickling down her skin when she emerges from the bath, her lashes stuck together as she beams at him.
“Mhh, we should have done this ages ago!”
“I could not agree more, my heart.” Halsin loves seeing her like this. She looks happy, like she has not a care in the world.
She crawls up into his lap, settling on him, her thighs bracketing his. Her hands run across his chest, lathering him in soap that smells of lavender and thyme. Halsin’s heart is beating in his throat when she leans in to kiss his collarbone, her lips soft, her hair smelling of smoke and flowers as it always does.
Desire surges inside him, crackling like lightning in his veins, and he sends the bear away, far away. This is a moment he wants for himself: Skin against skin, tongues exploring, hands intertwined. This is no place for fangs and claws, not tonight. Halsin unlaces his trousers with steady fingers, though even those few seconds seem unbearable to him. When his hand finally wraps around his cock, he breathes a sigh of relief, only to feel dissatisfied moments after. He wants her hands, her eyes on him, her voice dripping with lust. For now, his imagination will have to do.
He dreams himself back to the bath, thinking of all he could have had, if he had only had the courage to ask.
Her skin is burning hot against his, her fingers leave a flaming trail wherever she touches him.
“Is this alright, my love?” Her voice is full of concern and affection, as it always is when she asks about his comfort and well-being.
“More than alright.” Halsin’s breaths grow shaky when she moves her hips, shallowly grinding down against him. “Gods, I want to-”
“Mhhm?” There is a curious twinkle in her eye. “What is it you want? Tell me. I’m sure I could make your dreams come true.”
Halsin shifts when the wooden backing of the chair digs into his back as he bucks his hips, fucking into his hand that is wrapped around his cock - a poor substitution for what - for who - he really wants.
A growl rings out in the empty room when he closes his eyes and imagines her again.
Her thighs look so lovely, spread wide so he can fit between them. She smells of the bath salts and of herself, and her voice talks to him through the thick fog of his desire.
“I know what you want, don’t I, bear? I’ll take such good care of you if you let me. I’ll make sure you don’t even have to ask for it. I’ll let you taste me, whenever you want- wherever you want. I’ll help you focus- you can focus on me, can’t you? There you go…”
Halsin is panting, his hand moving faster.
She feels good, so good when she sinks down on him, wet with arousal and so willing to take him.
“You, little flower, are the jewel of nature’s creation,” he mumbles. “You are all I could ever want and more. I want to taste you on my tongue, always- for there to never be a day where I won’t know the way you drip for me- for you to never go a day without being satisfied, without feeling loved and cared for. Your happiness is all I want- your ecstasy all I desire. Let me take care of you.”
She moans, her head falling back as she starts to roll her hips, taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke.
“I’ll take care of you as you do of me,” she whispers. “I’ll make sure to provide for you all you could ever need or want. You give and give, let me give you everything I am in return. Be selfish, bear. Take what you want, swallow me whole, devour me without worrying whether it’s too much. I want you to. Mark me- make me yours. Tell the whole world I belong to you, whichever way you desire.”
Her movements are desperate now, her words only sighs and moans, breathless as she buries her head against his shoulder. Halsin inhales the scent of her hair, sinks into her words as the fog of lust that has settled on his brain grows thicker and heavier, until there is not a thought left on his mind but her.
“Halsin-” Gods, his name sounds so sweet off her tongue. “Halsin, I want you to fill me. Please- please, I want to feel full with you, today and every day you’ll fucking let me. I want to fight knowing you are still dripping down my thighs, I want to kiss you under the stars and know I’ll never be without you again.”
The curses that are falling from his lips are ungodly, but Halsin does not care. He is desperate now, mouth open as he calls her name and thinks of the words he wishes he could hear her say.
“Come for me, bear. Come inside me, lay claim to me as only you ever could- f-fuck- make me yours- please- Halsin, I’m yours, I’m yours and yours and yours, as long as you’ll have me- forever if you want to-”
With a cry of her name on his lips, Halsin gives in to pleasure and lets himself be overtaken by a wave of bliss. His thighs tremble as he spills over his hand, sticky warmth dripping from his fingers. He does not open his eyes. Not yet. He wants to stay in the fantasy just a moment longer.
“Halsin, I-”
His eyes open, blood rushing to his cheeks as he returns to the real world and finds her standing in the doorway.
I'm going fucking feral. Running into the woods hoping to find him there, who's with me -
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"Your arm…! Never got better, did it? I'm really sorry, I should never have put you on the spot. I felt so bad… Couldn't look at anybody in the Crossroads anymore. Thought I'd never see you again. That it'd be for the best."
How Inuyasha stared down at the well for 3 years
So a couple weeks ago our apartment complex replaced our rotten wood balcony, which has been great because we can actually use it again without being afraid of it collapsing out from under us. But even weeks later, there's a carpenter bee that keeps showing up every few minutes, hovering around one specific area of the railing, then flying off. I guess he probably had a nest in the old rotten board, but it's gone and the new treated wood is too hard for him to dig a new one. I just watched him narrowly escape a swooping bird, then come right back to the same spot. There's definitely a poem or a Mountain Goats lyric or something in there somewhere.
'When I recall how beautiful you were'
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Solavellan time
bro no homo but if we were fictional characters there would be so much fanfic where we kiss
(Part one of Swan Comic About the Yearning! This one is a little autobiographical but it was at the top of my mind at the moment. This marks an incredible $200 raised for the Palestine Children’s Relief Fund. Fundraising link here.) thanks for your support for this important cause and thanks for being my friend on here.)
Post reveal tennis - but they’re not like, together (yet). HC that even post reveal, I think it would still be a slow burn. Anya’s confused but happy that they seem to be getting along fine… there’s no accidents so far.
I had so much fun with this - especially drawing so many Loids (and Twilights) from Yor’s POV. Tumblr gets all 8 panels at once cause twitter doesnt let me.
no cause she's just like me for real i would always give rafe cameron 3637288 chances🤭
getaway II
Warnings (18+): stalking, manipulation, arguing, no smut but still 18+
Tags: dark!rafe cameron (he’s quite desperate), HEAVY ASS angst, cursing, jealousy, obsession, probably missing something so lmk
Summary: rafe wants to talk to you, even though you have made it clear what you want
WC: 2.1k l part one
Notes: this was a request! but I def got a little carried away. rafe sucks so much here. hope you guys enjoy and please lmk your thoughts!
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A familiar chime abruptly wakes you from your sleep. The ringing is accompanied by the hard patter of rain against the window. You reach out to the nightstand, grabbing your phone and squinting at the bright screen.
It's... Sarah?
Confusion strikes your drowsy head as your thumb hovers over the answer button. What would she be calling you this late for?
Before you get the chance to answer the screen shifts from her contact photo to your home screen, and to your surprise it's filled with multiple call notifications from her.
Your body becomes stiff. The amount of missed calls were concerning and had you unsettled with the presumption that something was wrong. She wouldn't just call you like this if it wasn't serious, especially considering the fact that she knew you and Rafe weren't together anymore.
You sit upright and tap the screen to call her back, the phone rings once then immediately goes to voicemail.
Panic creeps through your veins, as you swipe to call her again, but before you could click the tiny button, a message notification appears at the top of your screen. It was from her.
Please. I need your help, idk what to do.
You click it and another comes in quickly.
I'm outside your place, my phones gonna die soon, and I have nobody else. Please.
Those messages were more than concerning, and now you were worried. You scramble out of bed and shuffle blindly through your room, which leads you into the hall. Your visions a blur as you push yourself through the small apartment home and towards the door.
No matter how much you disliked Rafe, you weren't going to let it get in the way of helping Sarah, when she needed you. She's practically family to you, a baby sister in a way.
When you reach the front door your fingers clings to the handle, as you swiftly twist then pull it open. The loud pour of rain and cold wind makes you wince and furthers your state of disorientation as you look out the doorway.
You expected her to be on your porch, just outside like she said, but she wasn't. It was dark and all you could see was the sway of tree branches and large reflective puddles of water.
Your brows furrow. She said she was here, did she go somewhere else? if so it’s not like she could have gotten that far, she just texted you.
To get a better look around you move forward, taking a step out onto the poorly lit small porch. That’s when in your peripheral you see movement. Oh thank God, she is here.
“Sarah are you alr-”
The words die in your mouth as you turn your head. There was a tall figure, nowhere near the size of her, and it was hurling towards you.
You're paralyzed with fear, closing your eyes and bracing for impact. The feeling of hands pushing you back elicits a shriek from you, and your phone slips from your hand as you stumble backwards through the doorway.
The intruder's grip on your forearm has you trembling, and a feeling of impending doom surges your body at the sound of the door slamming shut.
Your eyes open wide in a panic and your vision shoots upwards. The familiar face riddled by moonlight brings nausea to your stomach and your head slowly shakes as you look up at him.
He whispers in a rush.
"Hey. Hey. Hey, it's me"
Was that supposed to make you feel better?
His hold loosens on your arm and you take the opportunity to move away, stepping back a few times into the living room.
"Wha- what have you done?" You speak astounded "I swear to God if you hurt Sarah"
“I didn't hurt her" He clearly enunciates, irritated that you would accuse him of that. He steps closer and you mirror him by taking another step back.
He stares at you, as you intensely watch him for any sudden movement. He lifts his chin and scoffs at your blatant distrust for him before his hand reaches into his pocket. The movement has you fearing for the worst.
He pulls out a phone in a flower ridden case, and tosses it on the coffee table. You let out a breath, relieved that it wasn't a weapon. The movement makes the phone gleam, which breaks your attention from him as you become aware that it's the only source of light in the small living room. The subtle rays of moonlight peaking through the sheer curtains, were the exception.
"She's sleep, at home. I needed to borrow it, ok?"
His voice has you snapping your head back in his direction, and you notice how he's grown closer by just a couple steps. The newfound proximity has your heart racing.
It had been about three weeks since you got back from the Bahamas. The first week back home was spent distancing yourself, and giving Rafe practically any excuse you could think of to not see him. However, when he got tired of your excuses he showed up to your doorstep with flowers like everything was fine, even though he knew it wasn't. You were quiet for the most part, and pushed him away telling him you were tired. After he left that day you couldn't take it anymore, his mere presence made you feel overwhelmed, so you texted him that you seriously needed some space. You hoped that he would listen and that it was the last time you would have to talk to him, so you blocked him. And for two weeks you heard nothing from him, you thought everything was well... getting better. But now you were here staring at him, as he intrudes upon your apartment.
"What the fuck are you doing here? What is your problem?"
"You. You’re, you're ignoring me.” His breath wavers as he reaches out flipping on the light switch like it was his house.
The yellow ting of light brightens the room, and you see him much clearer. There was no sanity in his expression. He was angry and kind of... empty. In your heart you feel bad seeing him struggle like this, you even feel guilty, even though you know you didn't do anything wrong. You shouldn't feel like this and you hate that you do, but it's not like you could just stop caring about the person you love loved overnight. It's exactly why you needed your space.
"Rafe..." it comes out as a gentle whisper.
"I miss you"
"Rafe, this isn't fair. You can't-"
“Listen." he cuts you off, voice scarily calm. "Listen to me"
You sigh and he continues.
"Two weeks. We haven't spoken in two weeks" his eyes stare blankly in your general direction "I thought maybe, you know that if I give you the space and time that you want. That, that's what it would take for us to move on, for you to forgive me."
"It's not that simple." You interject, now frustrated.
His jaw clenches and nose flares at your words. His eyes are then quickly darting and peering back into yours.
"You sure about that?" he rolls his tongue over his lip. “Because it seems simple to me, with the way it's so easy for you to block me.”
"You don't listen to me. None of this is fair." You whisper, tiredly glancing at the floor.
He shakes his head, lulling it back as he rolls his eyes.
"Do you think I'm this horrible person or something?” He spreads his arms in front of him “That I'm not trying? that it? Is that reason why you're giving up so easily on us?"
What? no. That's not what you meant.
He was getting in your head, and you were finding it more and more difficult to think. Too much was happening for you to be able to compile all your feelings let alone the reasons behind them. You just fucking woke up, and somehow he managed to already make your heart ache.
"I-" You stutter, and he cuts you off. It's not like you knew what you were going to say anyways.
"You wanna know something?” he lets out a deep breath, before continuing “You wanna know how pissed off I was when I found out that you're going around this island telling people that we're not together anymore" He takes one step closer aiming his finger at you, before putting his hands back on his chest. "While I'm trying to get my shit together so that I don't fucking lose you"
The overwhelmingness of his questions, accusations, and blame finally push you to your edge. Adrenaline pumps through your system.
"You're delusional, if you still think we're getting back together."
You watch as he quickly looks off to the side, inhaling deeply.
"Nah" he shakes his head sucking in his lip, "No, you said we could figure this out, so we're figuring this shit out"
"I still don't trust you!” Your hands creep up your arms, rubbing at the cold skin “Relationships don't work without it and you don't even recognize how doing shit like this hinders any trust from happening."
He clicks his tongue against his cheek letting out a hmph "Funny how you want to bring up trust"
You drop your hands frustrated and confused. "Rafe, I don't know what you're talking about but you need to leave." you gesture at the door.
"I saw you bring some surf rat in here the other day”
He’s been watching you?
“And if you think I’m just gonna sit around and let that shit…" his voice fades as you start to tune him out to think about Aaron, your childhood friend who was visiting town, that's who he was talking about.
"Oh my god" you whisper to yourself, hopefully he hasn't harassed him or hurt him
"…I'm a proactive type of person."
"He likes boys you psycho! I can't believe you!"
"Don't!" he takes a deep breath returning to a calm voice "I would've known that, if you'd just talk to me"
"Alright I'm not doing this with you anymore, I cant. You need to leave."
He doesn't move, just stands there nodding his head and rubbing at his eyelids.
"And if I don't?"
You didn't really think of that.
You then realize you have no options, you couldn't call the cops because you dropped your phone outside. And even if you could call them they would likely believe Rafe's word over yours.
"Baby… Baby" His coo’s pull you from your head, and back to reality.
He’s finally breached your space, and his familiar scent wafts in the surrounding air. The aroma was your comfort for so long, soothing you countless times throughout your relationship. Oddly enough, even in this moment you still feel the flurrying effects of his presence.
How on earth could you still find him soothing ? After all the things he's done?
It honestly felt like time had slowed. You look forward and your eyes land on his chest, really taking in his appearance for the first time in the night. He was wearing the gray jacket you bought him, for your most recent anniversary.
Your thoughts become irrelevant at the feeling of his hands resting on your waist. Your vision draws upward as your hands come up to his chest, hesitantly trying to push away. Your resistance only compels him more, because he pulls you in closer.
He was yearning for connection, you knew it by the way his hands held you, that he wasn't going to let you go. His glossed over expression only confirmed your thoughts.
"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry.” He gazes down at you. “I fucking love you, ok? I love you so much it fucking hurts being without you"
Your eyes flit away, “Love isn't… you can't use that as an excuse Rafe. Please understand that. I'm begging you." The stinging feeling of your eyes beginning to water has your hand flying up to shield yourself.
His hand gently curls around your wrist pulling it away. You were weak and had no more fight in you to resist anymore. His hand comes up and cups your face softly. The contact makes you shudder and the tears finally break free.
You whimper before whispering. "You hurt me"
"I won't do it again. I promise. I'll never hurt you again. I'm sorry baby."
You look up into his desperate eyes and can't help but hopelessly settle your forehead against his chest. You were tired, and exhausted. He presses a kiss onto your head and pulls you into a deep hug, caressing at your back as you sniffle into his chest.
If you learned anything from tonight it was that he wasn't just going to give up on your relationship, at least for any time soon. So maybe, it was best to just sit in this moment of peace, rather than continue on this fight.
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