coquettebiatch

[coquettebiatch]

never doing that again

an: i started to write this and couldn’t stop thinking about @sunsetmade’s fic ‘where is he’. so with her permission, this fic is inspired by hers!

cw: drug use

you’re curled up under rafe’s arm on a random sofa at a party. rafe laughing with his friends as he leans forward and snorts another line, not caring that he’s basically dragging you forward with him.

he carefully scoops some coke up onto his finger tip and holds it infront of you, your heart thuds in your chest as you realise what he’s offering you.

you’ve always wanted to try it but now that you’re able to, it’s a little nerve wracking.

“open your mouth, sweetheart…” he murmurs with a small smirk. you obey and open your mouth for him. he slips the finger past your lips and spreads the coke across your gum.

you screw your face up at the feeling but soon settle back against rafe, he places a soft kiss against your head and then your cheek, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

after a few minutes, rafe turns to you with a small smile.

“you feeling okay, sweet girl?” he asks you softly. you nod and return the smile and he pinches your cheek lightly, “that’s my girl…” he coos with a kiss to your forehead before topper directs his attention elsewhere.

your brain becomes all fuzzy and the room seems a lot quieter than before, almost muffled— but being by rafe’s side helped you ground yourself again, just nuzzling into his side calms any nerves that were quickly rising.

“baby, i’ll be right back” rafe’s words snap you right out of your comfort zone. you look up, opening your mouth to protest but he’s already gone.

you curl back up on the couch, finding rafe’s fleece that he’d left behind and pulling it over your lap.

everything seems loud again, too loud. there’s too many noises happening at once. your mind can’t focus and you’re starting to panic.

“hey… hey sugar…” a voice snaps you out of the panic as you’re greeted with toppers face. he kneels down in front of you as if you’re a cat he’s trying not to scare. “what’s the matter?” he asks you softly, this is the nicest he’s ever spoken to you.

“where’s rafe?” you tear up, immediately feeling the need to sob at his concern for you. “i want rafe…” you sniffle.

“rafe will be back soon, honey…” he rubs your knee reassuringly, not wanting to touch you too much but he knows that physical touch is your favourite.

“he’s just going to talk to someone, okay? can i get you some water?” he suggests with a smile.

“yeah…” you cry, your words coming out whinier than you had expected.

“kelce, go get me some water, man” topper clicks his fingers to get kelce’s attention. he nods and rushes off to the kitchen.

when he gets back with the water, topper holds it to your lips and slowly tips it so you can drink. you hum in response, the cool liquid feeling nice on your previously dry throat.

“there you go… better?” kelce asks, sitting next to you. you nod and bring your knees to your chest, wrapping your arms around him as topper drapes rafe’s fleece over your shoulders.

“he’ll be here any minute now, honey…” topper reassures you, seeing your eyes scan the busy room erratically.

sure enough, rafe’s figure gets bigger as he walks over to you, he gives you a sympathetic smile as he scoops you up and sets you down in his lap, keeping his arms tight around you.

“i’m sorry, bunny…” he sighs, wiping your tears away with his thumb. “i thought you’d be okay… i was only gone for a little while…” he tells you gently, rocking you slightly as you rest your head against his chest, still curled up with your knees pressing against your chest.

“you were gone for so long…” you hiccup softly, your words shaky. it was true, he had been gone for twenty minutes, which was obviously twenty minutes too long.

“i know… i’m sorry, sweet girl…” he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your head as his hand rubs up and down your back.

“you’re never having coke again… not after that reaction. i thought it might chill you out… but it did quite the opposite didn’t it, sweet thing?” he chuckles softly, tilting his head to look at you just in time to see you crack a smile.

[coquettebiatch]

𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡

you’re sat on rafe’s lap on the back porch of the country club, light denim shorts that barely covers your ass and a low cut babydoll shirt.

rafe’s hand gently caresses your thigh as he talks to topper and kelce, occasionally kissing your shoulder when you get too wriggly, a silent warning to sit still.

“man, she was fucking good- i mean i’ve never had a girl like that before.” topper tells rafe enthusiastically, letting his gaze wander over the ocean from across the fresh garden leading to the beach.

“look, sweetheart. turtles on the sand, they look like they’ve just hatched, it’s ‘bout time for it.” he points towards the light sand.

you gasp and immediately run across the sandy grass towards the beach. you cut through the long grass instead of finding a path and eventually slow down when you get near the turtles.

rafe watches you crouch down next to them and shakes his head. “i bet my ass she cries when we have to leave.” he sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“she’s a sweet girl. you’re lucky, man…” kelce states, watching you with an amused smile on his face.

“sweet as a damn pie” rafe agrees, his voice soft.

the three watch as you kneel down to talk to the baby turtles, leaning over causing the denim shorts to expose your butt a little.

“god dammit.” rafe mutters and stands up, following your tracks to the beach and standing behind you with his hands on his hips. “baby… your butt cheeks are hangin’ out.” he states.

you look up at him, eyes squinting in the sun. “whoops…” you pull at the shorts so you’re decent again and then continue talking nonsense to the turtles.

“yeah, whoops…” he sighs and crouches down beside you, kissing your head, “you having fun, sweetheart?”

“yeah… look at all the babies…” you giggle and lean back against him, he hums and wraps his arms around you.

“they’re slow…”

“hey… they’re babies” you pout and look up at him with a frown. he kisses your forehead and taps your cheek.

“they’re slow…” he lets go and stands up, backing away with a small smile, “i’ll be with topper and kelce, come get me if you need me…”

“uh huh…” you respond, rafe’s ninety nine percent sure you didn’t hear a word he just said but he knows you’ve got enough common sense to come to him if you need him.

“have fun, pretty lady…” he chuckles and heads back towards the guys.

~ request a fic ~

[coquettebiatch]

season one rafe is definitely into some questionable shit…. lololol. sitting there rock-hard in the dark, watching videos of girls crying while some guy destroys them — and the second she chokes out a “thank you” through her tears, he’s already coating his fist in sticky cum.

he’s deep into the corruption shit — virgin girls, wide eyes, trembling hands, the type of shit where they are so genuinely inexperienced but eager to please, and he eats it up every time.

says he’s into that ‘power-dynamic shit’ but it’s a some bdsm video where the dom is actually just abusive — slapping her across the face for blinking too slow, or dragging her across the room by her hair.

he’s obsessed with the wrongness of it all — especially the stepbrother videos. and yeah. it’s way worse if you happen to be his stepsibling — because he definitely thought about it. more than once.

this boy is seriously into some fucked-up, questionable shit… but i can really only see it being season one rafe, because we all know that boy gets no fuckin’ pussy, it’s pathetic.

[coquettebiatch]

COUNTRY CLUB MEETING

ꨄ︎ dilf!rafe meeting creme!reader for the first time

rafe stood with topper and kelce, swinging golf balls that flew through the air and falling on the green of the field. these three aged finer than the wine they drank on occasion, maintaining that rich, older man look throughout their aging—especially rafe. he remained every bit of tall, broad and muscular he maintained in his younger years. there really wasn't much of a difference, except he'd become just a bit calmer, temper controlled after years of losing his mind before.

topper had lined the iron club up with the ball, always taking himself way too seriously at the tee like he always did. kelce shook his head, eyes rolling. "you do this shit every time top."

"and yet, i win every game." "that's not even true-"

yet, rafe's gaze focused elsewhere. the girl whose decadent skin glowed dewy in the carolina sun of the outer banks, and left the scent of her vanilla perfume at every hole she drove to. thighs plush in the mini skirt she wore, shifting every time she had to bend over to grab drinks, soft back exposed from the halter top she paired with the skirt. loose strands of hair framing her face, strawberry gloss slick on her lips.

his firm, southern drawl broke the childish argument between topper and kelce. "who the hell is that?"

topper looked over. "ohhh, i seen her yesterday while i met with some people for drinks. i think they replaced the other girl."

kelce whistled low. "and thank god for that. god damn..."

rafe didn't respond, his eyes burned through her like nothing else existed on that course.

her cart breezed over the grass as she made her way over, cheeks warm and thighs pressed together from rafe's gaze. eyes piercing enough to keep her shy as she nervously bit her lip.

stepping from the cart, she brushed the condensation from her thighs. "you gentleman want anything?"

kelce snorted. "mhm, bourbon and maybe your number." rafe gave him one of those stares, the kind that wasn't teasing in the slightest and burned holes through people.

turning back to her, he reached for her hand, his thumb rubbing over the top of her hand gently. "don't worry about him baby doll. you got anything sweet?"

the corners of her lips twitched in a small grin. "umm...i've got lemonade, sweet tea, a few wine coolers..." "strawberry lemonade?", "umm...mhm," "i'll take that then."

just as she digged for the pre-packaged bottles of chill, strawberry lemonade, every bit of tart and sweet to taste, rafe pulled out a hundred dollar bill from his wallet. "keep the change pretty girl."

"oh, i-i can't take this, it's too much..."

"but you will. since i said so."

his gaze rested on her longingly, that possessive, almost territorial look he gave when he had something to chase after. a gaze that felt pushy, watching her tuck the bill into a safe spot.

topper coughed. "we gonna continue the game or are you eye fuckin' her the rest of the day?"

rafe didn't even bother looking back as he spoke to her. "i'm takin' you home after your shift. can't have these other men preying on a small, sweet thing like you..."

her voice spoke soft, almost quiet. "i can just get an uber.."

that earned a scoff from him. "baby doll that's even worse, not on my watch."

and that ride home started the beginning of everything.

[coquettebiatch]

“IM ALLOWED TO SWITCH”

rafe cameron x cherry!pie!reader x barry

WARNINGS: toxic relationships, humiliation / degradation, possessive behavior, emotionally manipulative language, sexually suggestive content (non-explicit) implied sexual history (reader x rafe, reader x barry) jealousy / obsession, power imbalance dynamics

A/N: based off the song “can’t go broke” by zeddy will & babyfxce E (kinda cringe but whatever)

he used to call you cherry pie.

he used to say it like a joke—mocking, syrupy sweet.

he used to drag you into his truck and let you ride him with your pink nails scratching down his chest, then tell you to pull your skirt down and get the fuck out like it didn’t mean anything to him.

and you let him. every single time.

until you didn’t.

until barry came along.

because if rafe wanted a sweet thing to ruin, barry wanted one to keep—dirty little doll in mary janes and lip gloss, the kind of girl who blushes when he spits in her mouth and says good fuckin’ girl after.

it starts with a rumor. as always.

someone sees you get out of barry’s beaten down truck. someone says he had his hand on the back of your neck, steering you like a pet. someone says you giggled when he called you mama in the parking lot.

rafe hears it thirdhand. and then again. and again.

but it’s not until he sees you at the local gas station—standing there in your white ruffled socks and ruby red gingham dress, handing barry a slushie with both hands like you’re scared you’ll spill it—that it sinks in.

you really did it. you switched.

barry looks him dead in the eye when he licks the straw. doesn’t even blink.

“she got tired of bein’ treated like a side bitch,” barry drawls. “figured i’d treat her like a prize instead.”

rafe laughs. it’s mean, too loud, forced.

but he’s shaking.

“you really lettin’ her suck you off with that stupid voice, man? she don’t even know how to—”

“nah,” barry cuts him off, slow and smug. “she learned. real fuckin’ fast.”

you don’t say anything. you don’t look at rafe, don’t flinch when barry’s hand drops to your thigh like he owns it. you just sip your drink and smile around the straw, cherry gloss smudging the plastic.

he corners you later.

he waits until you’re walking out of a party, alone, your cardigan pulled tight around your shoulders, your hair curled sweet like always.

“you done whoring around now?” rafe says, stepping in front of you.

you blink up at him, soft and wide-eyed. cherry pie, just like always.

“thought i was never good at it,” you whisper.

he clenches his jaw. there it is.

“you really good at everything but head,” he snaps, voice too low to be heard over the music. “i don’t want your throat.”

you look up at him, lashes fluttering.

“good,” you hum. “barry says i taste better somewhere else anyway.”

he stares at you, lips parting. his breath catches, just for a second.

“matter of fact,” you say, soft and breathy like you’re reciting scripture, “i want your friend. i’m allowed to switch, right?”

and rafe’s face breaks.

he doesn’t speak. just watches you walk away in your little white mary janes, all bow-legged and glowy like you’ve been ruined by someone else.

barry’s waiting by the truck, leaned against the hood, smoking and smiling like he already knows.

you climb into his lap like it’s nothing. like you were never rafe’s.

and maybe you never were.

[coquettebiatch]

what you deserve

incel!rafe x reader cw: dub-con, stalking, obsession, manipulation, virginity kink, rafe is nuts

Rafe had never really spoken to you. Instead he watched you—at parties, at the wreck, walking down the street in short skirts. You never looked at him. Not directly. But he watched anyway, he always did.

You laughed too loudly. You touched people too casually. You smiled like someone who’d never been rejected. Not like him.

“She's a tease,” he muttered to himself, lighting a cigarette as you leaned over a pool table, your skirt barely covering anything. “Just like the rest of them.”

But you weren’t like the others. You were worse. You noticed him. Gave him that polite, pitying smile when you passed him. The kind that said you knew he existed, but chose not to care. That was worse than being invisible.

That was humiliation.

So when he caught you alone, late after a party, it didn’t feel wrong to follow. Just a few steps behind. Just close enough to hear your heels tapping against the pavement. Just close enough to imagine how soft you’d sound when you gasped for him.

You didn’t hear him at first. Not until you rounded the corner and—

“Hey.”

You turned.

“Rafe?”

He smiled. Not charming. Not safe. He was blocking your path with his body, tall and sharp-eyed, like a predator who finally had something cornered.

“You left the party early.” His voice was smooth, too smooth. He took a step closer. “Didn’t even say goodbye.”

You crossed your arms. “I didn’t know I needed to.”

He laughed, too loud. “You don’t. You don’t even see me, right? Unless I’m standing right in front of you.”

You blinked. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t play dumb,” he growled, stepping even closer. “You’ve been looking at me for weeks. Smiling. Bending over in front of me. Laughing at my fucking face.”

“That’s not—”

“Don’t lie.” His eyes flashed. “You want attention? Here it is.”

You opened your mouth, but the words froze in your throat as he grabbed your arm, firm but not bruising. Yet. Your pulse spiked. He could feel it.

“You think I haven’t earned this?” he whispered, his voice trembling with something between rage and desperation. “I’ve waited. I’ve watched. I’ve been patient. You don’t get to act like this wasn’t building. Like you didn’t want it too.”

“I didn’t—”

“You wore that stupid fucking skirt knowing I’d be there.” His hand skimmed down your waist, shaking slightly. “You knew what it would do to me. You wanted to see how far I'd go.”

You should’ve screamed. Run. But his body pressed into yours, and realistically how could you outrun him.

He was angry, yes, but fixated. Obsessed in a way no one had ever been with you. He looked at you like a man starving. Like you were the cure to every bitter, lonely thought he’d ever had.

And when he kissed you, it wasn’t soft.

It was rough. Demanding. His mouth forced against yours like he was trying to prove something, claim something. He tasted like alcohol and something you thought was resentment. And still… your lips parted. Just a little.

That’s all it took.

He groaned into your mouth, hands suddenly gripping your hips like he’d won. 

“You’ve got no idea what I’ve imagined doing to you,” he whispered, breath ragged. “How many times I’ve thought about this. You… underneath me. Crying. Begging. You act so prissy, but I knew. I knew you were just waiting for the right guy to take it.”

You whimpered when he shoved you against the wall. Rough brick dug into your spine. His thigh pressed between your legs and he smirked when fear flashed in your eyes. His hand slipped under your dress. Calloused fingers finding the soaked fabric between your thighs.

“Fuck. You’re wet already?” He chuckled darkly. “Just from me talking to you?”

You turned your head away, ashamed that your body was reacting to this, it only made him harder. 

“You’re mine now,” he growled, pulling down your panties. “You were always gonna be.”

Your panties hit the pavement.

You barely registered it. The air felt like static, your chest tight, breath caught between fear and something darker. Something molten. His fingers were between your legs before you could blink, rough and clumsy, swiping through the wet heat like he didn’t know what he was doing, just needed to.

“You’re soaked,” he muttered, almost in disbelief. His pupils were blown wide. “All those nights I watched you... and you were just out here acting like a stuck up bitch. This is what you were hiding?”

He sucked his fingers into his mouth, eyes on you the whole time.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You taste sweet.”

Tears fell from your eyes, trying to close your legs. He shoved one thigh between yours again, prying you open.

“Nuh-uh,” he murmured. “You don’t get to hide now. You started this. Now you’re gonna take it.”

“I didn’t-”

“Shut up bitch.” 

He unzipped his pants, fumbling with the buckle like he’d waited too long for this moment. His cock sprang free, thick, and flushed.

You gasped.

Rafe noticed. Grinned.

“What? This too much for your little princess pussy?” He gripped himself tight, pumping once, twice. “Haven’t even fucked anyone, have you?”

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

His breath stuttered.

“You haven’t,” he said again, softer this time. “Holy shit. You’re a fucking virgin.”

You looked away, cheeks burning, tears now streaming your hot face. His hand landed on your chin, turning your face back to him.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

He pressed the head of his cock against your slit, and your hips jolted. It was too big. Too real, too much.

“I shouldn’t,” he muttered, lining himself up. “But you’ve been asking for it. All those fucking skirts. That voice. You made me want you. This is your fault.”

And with that, he pushed inside.

The stretch was unbearable. Your walls fought him, tight and unwilling, but he didn’t stop. Didn’t ask. He grunted like an animal, forcing himself deeper inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt.

“F-fuck,” he breathed. “Tight little virgin cunt. Fuck, I’m gonna lose it.”

You whimpered, hands gripping his shoulders. He didn’t stop. Couldn’t. His hips started moving, shallow thrusts that built into something rougher, heavier, his frustration and obsession pouring out in every brutal push.

“You feel that?” he snarled in your ear. “No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this. No one else gets to. This pussy’s mine now.”

You didn’t reply. You couldn’t. He was everywhere, filling you, gripping your waist like a man possessed. The stretch burned, but underneath it was a strange, unbearable pleasure. His voice in your ear, his hands on your throat, his cock slamming deeper like he needed to carve himself into your body.

“You’ll remember this every time you look at me,” he growled. “Every time someone else touches you, you’ll compare them to me. And they’ll never fucking measure up.”

He angled his hips, hitting a spot that made your knees buckle.

“There it is,” he whispered. “Right there. Gonna make you come on my cock. You deserve it. For making me wait. For making me watch while every asshole got your attention except me.”

You cried out, helpless, overwhelmed. 

“That’s it,” he hissed. “Fucking take it. Come on my dick like the little slut you pretended not to be.”

You came, shaking, gasping, fighting down bile threatening to spill out. 

He followed seconds later, groaning deep in his throat as he slammed into you one last time, cock twitching as he filled you, bare and messy.

When it was over, you could barely stand. He caught you before you collapsed, arms suddenly soft, cradling your body like something precious.

His voice in your ear was quiet. Gentle.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered again, kissing your temple. “Don’t even think about leaving me.”

Your legs didn’t work.

They trembled uselessly beneath you as you slumped back against the wall, skin scraped by brick, breath caught in your throat. Your body pulsed and the taste of vomit danced in your mouth. 

Rafe didn’t look like the same person anymore.

The fury in him had quieted. His chest still rose and fell with the remnants of exertion, but his eyes had gone soft. Feral, still, but tender in a terrifying way. 

He gently tucked himself back into his jeans, then crouched in front of you like a man ready to beg.

“You okay?” he asked quietly, brushing your hair from your damp cheek.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were too stunned. 

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he murmured, thumb skimming your bottom lip. “You just…you don’t know what you do to me. How long I’ve wanted this. You have no idea.”

He stood and reached down for you. You didn’t take his hand at first.

So he grabbed your waist instead, lifting you like you were made of nothing. You gasped at the soreness between your legs, clinging to him instinctively, and that was all it took for him to smile.

“There you go,” he whispered, holding you to his chest. “That’s better. You’re okay now. You’ve got me.”

He carried you across the street to where his car was parked crooked under a flickering street lamp. You didn’t speak. Just let him open the passenger door, settle you inside, then reach over you to buckle your seatbelt with one hand while the other rested on your thigh.

You didn’t miss the way his thumb brushed the hem of your ruined panties—still clinging damply to your skin.

“You should throw those away,” he muttered as he started the engine. “You won’t need them anymore.”

The drive was quiet. You stared out the window, numb. Rafe stared straight ahead, but he kept glancing at you. Like he couldn’t believe you were real. Like he couldn’t believe you were his now.

When he pulled into his driveway, he shut off the engine and turned to you slowly.

“You’re staying with me now,” he said, not asking.

You turned to look at him, voice hoarse. “What?”

“You think I’m letting you go home after that?” His jaw clenched. “So you can tell someone? Or worse, see someone else? No. You’re mine.”

Your stomach flipped. “You can’t just—”

“I can.” His voice darkened. “And I will. You let me inside you. You let me finish in you. You let me claim something no one else ever had. That means something.”

You opened your mouth, but he leaned across the console, cupping your cheek.

“You’re gonna learn that I take care of what’s mine,” he said. “I’ll clean you up. Feed you. Run you a bath. You’ll sleep in my bed. With me.”

His thumb stroked the side of your throat where his fingers had held you earlier.

“I’ll make it better,” he whispered. “You’ll see. You’ll forget anyone else ever existed.”

Then he kissed you again, not like the first time. Not cruel or demanding. This kiss was slow. Like he was imprinting the memory of you soft and pliant beneath him.

“You belong to me now,” he said when he pulled back. “And I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries to take you away.”

[coquettebiatch]

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"can you stop? moving around like a fuckin' — stand still." rafe groans, grumpy as always. you two are in his bed, middle of the afternoon, you stormed on rafe's room after class. he told you to leave, but you didn't, actually, you were already napping on his bed, he didn't complained anyway. until now.

you're moving uncomfortable, shifting your body position, trying to find a comfortable one. your skin seems like catching fire, even with the air conditioner, your skin is clammy and sticks. its so hot, like the summer heat is inside, burning your skin.

"ray..." you mumble, sounding like a puppy, as always. rafe huffs, ignoring your meowings.

"what's now?" rafe groans, annoyed with you, as always.

"i'm so — hot." you murmur, shifting again. you finally open your eyes, finding rafe rolling his feed, totally nonchalant by your state. "raaayyy!"

"what, kitty?! what in the fuckin' world you want?" he snaps, locking his phone screen and facing you.

"i feel like i'm burning." you cry, almost sounding like a soft moan.

"how can you be burning wearing nothin' but panties and a tank top?" rafe frowns his eyebrows and rolls his eyes, he throws his phone on the nightstand and turns to you, his hand touching your cheek. his cold hand is a relief for your burning skin, you close the eyes and lean to his touch.

"you seem perfectly fine f'me." rafe says, shaking his hands. his fingers still brushing against your clammy skin.

"i don't feel like i am..." you murmur, holding rafe's hand and moving to your forehead. he groans, but he touches your forehead, feeling your sticky and feverish skin. he removes the hair sticking in your forehead. "need you to take care of me."

"want me to take care of your fever? what am i? a fuckin' nurse?" rafe huffs, putting his hand away. he doesn't move, but only for a few seconds, because he looks at you and groans. he pushes himself out of the bed, ready to make his way to the bathroom, but you're quickly, getting up and holding his wrist.

"where are you going?" you whine, blinking your big eyes at rafe, tears pricking in your waterline.

"what?! i'm gonna get a tylenol, relax." rafe groans, he tries to move again, but you're still holding him. he looks at you again. "why are — why are you fuckin' cryin', kitty?"

"want you to take care of me here." you admit, cheeks getting flushed. a throbbing sensation growing between your thighs, you sit in your legs, hand slipping through rafe's arm. rafe tilts his head, narrowing his eyes, he sits on the corner of the bed and slips his hand through your waist.

"what do you want, kitty?" rafe asks. fingers squeezing your skin, making you gasp and lift your hip. "kitty..."

"please, ray. take my pain away."

and he does it. rafe leans to kiss your neck, you lift your chin to give him a better look. his hands exploring your body, squeezing your tits and scratching the skin. he shoves you in the bed, roughly, he lifts your shirt and leans to kiss your belly. his teeth rasping in your skin, you shift uncomfortable, leaning your back and almost brushing your crotch against rafe's bulge. rafe chuckles against your belly.

"so, so needy." he murmurs.

rafe grabs your thighs and pulls them apart, you shift in the bed and rest your legs on rafe's back. he pulls your lacy panties aside, he smiles hungrily and leans his head to the middle of your thighs, his lips collapsing against your — already — wet cunt. his tongue working faster, making you gasp all loud, your heels brushing against rafe's back. he's doing a really good work, almost making out with your little pussy.

it's so, so good, but it's not enough.

"can't cum. want — more." you gasp, grabbing rafe's shoulder, trying to get his attention.

"stop being so fuckin' greedy." he groans, against your pussy. his lips glossy by your wetness.

"ray, i want more." you cry, tapping his shoulder again. rafe doesn't care, he keeps eating you out. you finch your nails on rafe's shoulder. "rafe!"

"jeez, kitty!" rafe hisses. you smile, proudly. rafe shakes his head, he puts himself above you, he doesn't look happy. "think you're on the charge? thinkin' wrong, baby. so, so wrong." he smirks, his middle fingers slipping inside of your cunt, making you roll your eyes and your back lift.

"oh my — ray..." you moan, letting out more whimpers while he fucks you with his fingers, rubbing your sponge walls, clenching around it.

rafe uses one hand to slip his shorts and underwear out, letting out his big and hard dick, you smile in pleasure, opening more your legs to receive it. rafe keeps fucking you with his fingers until he feels you're ready to his dick. rafe slips his dick inside of your hole, thrusting it inside. you open your lips, a loud gasp slipping out of your throat. rafe looks at you, you nod your head, feeling ready for he to move. rafe starts to make movements of in and out, thrusting his cocky inside, going slowly, just because he wants to watch your pleasure face for a little longer. your eyebrows together and eyes close, you can't hold your moans.

"rafe!" you scream, once rafe hits against your point. you hold rafe's shoulder, slipping your arms around his neck, you mouth near to his ear, your moans sounding like music to him. your covered tits brushing against his chest, rafe thrusting inside you, now going faster. his grunts mixing with your moans. "oh gosh!"

a familiar knot grows in your stomach, your walls squeezing around rafe's dick. he keeps thrusting until your hips shift, back's raising and a loud and deep moan comes out from your throat. your arms slip through rafe's back, your body losing all the strength, your breath's pacing. rafe keeps thrusting to prolong your pleasure, until he gets his apex, cummin' inside of your hole. rafe's hand move to your face, rubbing your cheek and palming your forehead. rafe tries to get out of you, but you stop him, begging for him stay a little longer. he groans, but changes his position, laying on his back with you laying on his body.

rafe is not the type who cuddles after sex, but you are and he's stuck with you.

"did you have a wet dream with me?" rafe asks, his finger tracing a line in your back. you're drawing invisible patterns on rafe's chest, you lift your eyes to face him and smile, your cheeks growing red, you hide your face on rafe's chest. "you're impossible, kitty. impossible."

you giggle and shake your shoulders. after a while, you stretch your arm to get rafe's phone, checking the hour. you groan and rest your elbows on rafe's chest.

"i gotta go, ballet class in an hour." you murmur. rafe shoves you on the bed, his dick slipping out, making you let out a sly moan. "ray!"

"am i a slut f'you?" rafe asks, making you chuckle.

"don't be dramatic, ray. you always do that with me." you say, raising your eyebrow. rafe huffs and gets up, you watch him walk to the bathroom, lazily stretching your arms. "where are you going?"

"shower?" rafe groans, grumpy. he turns to you at the door, looking at you with his resting — nonchalant — face. you frown your eyebrows at him, sitting in the mattress. "are you fuckin' comin' or not?"

"what?"

rafe groans and walks towards you, he grabs your arm and pulls you, dragging you to the bathroom, carelessly. you complain, trying to walk with clumsy and shaking legs, you hold on rafe's bicep. you rolls your eyes at him, entering the bathroom. rafe closes the door, rushing to holds the hem of your shirt and pulling out, throwing on the floor.

"can't believe you were running a fuckin' fever, because want to be fucked."

[coquettebiatch]

Hot n’ Sticky

summary — rafe helps you sleep in this unbearable heat

warnings — fem!reader, 18+, pet names, brother’s bff, smut, innocent!reader x dark!rafe, unprotected sex, penetration, breeding kink & more

note — it’s too hot here so here’s another fic inspired by the heatwave. there’s a lot of dark themes & dumb!reader so pretty please do not read if ur a minor and consume this content with caution. enjoy xx

masterlist & obx minilist!

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You rolled onto your other side facing the wall, before rolling back again. The heat was too much and the fan wasn’t doing anything to help, except for blowing more hot air your way. This is what you get for leaving your parents to fix the air conditioning when they’ve never been on time for anything in their lives. That’s when an idea popped into your head!

You pulled off the oversized shirt that had begun to stick to your back (ew) and threw it across the room. You refused to sleep with underwear, finding the fabric too sticky in this heat, so maybe sleeping naked would help? As it turns out, it did not.

You pouted at the ceiling wishing you could magically teleport to somewhere much cooler. Maybe somewhere exotic! Hmmm, no they’d be even hotter and stickier than here. It would have to be somewhere boring and grey like England. You giggled at your internal monologue, momentarily forgetting about the heat. What if instead of teleporting to another country, you just slept in a different room with air conditioning? You smiled at your brilliant idea, settling on the spare room where one of your brother’s friends was spending the night. Rafe wouldn’t mind… right?

You tiptoed towards the spare bedroom, your tits bouncing as you skipped over the creaky floorboards. Rafe’s soft snores echoed through the door as you let yourself inside. This whole ordeal felt like that one Mission Impossible movie he’d shown you! You climbed into the bed, your nipples hardening at the cold breeze. Rafe liked to have his room on the extra cold side. You always teased that it matched the icy attitude you’d only heard about, but he claimed he ran warm. Maybe you should test that theory?

You began part two of your mission, slowly pulling the covers over you while shifting closer to him. You were practically clinging to the blonde like a panda and his favourite stick of bamboo before Rafe stirred.

“W-wha angel?” Rafe’s dick twitched under the sheets.

The blonde moved his arm, hugged by your tits, his fingers running over your pebbled nipples. “You cold?” He needed to hear you say it so he could do something about it.

“Mmhm, s’too hot n’ sticky in mine so I came here. Hope that’s okay Rafey.” The boy in question glanced down at your soft lips, “more than okay baby, you should’ve come to me earlier. Didn’t know you slept naked.”

“Jus’ ‘cause it’s too hot, it’s more comfy.” You smiled at him shyly with your big eyes. Rafe began to remove his clothes and toss them to the side. You tilted your head to the side in question.

“You said it was more comfy an’ you’re always right so I thought I’d try it out.”

Rafe’s hand slipped between your thighs, spreading them apart. His fingers teased your pussy as you squirmed under his touch. Your curious eyes followed his achingly slow movements as he prepped you with his fingers. “Getting my girl ready for bed, it’s proven in this scientific study I read that you sleep much better after this.” You nodded dumbly much more focused on his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping pussy.

“That’s the first step.” He smirked watching you whine as you tried to catch your breath. Your back felt sticky but you didn’t mind.

Rafe lined himself up, entering you before you were ready. You gasped, your back arching, fingers reaching out to hold onto something and instead landing on blonde’s marked up back. “Shhhh, can’t wake anyone up now or we have to start again.” His cock dragged slowly against your walls before plunging back in, hitting a spot that felt like that one time you understood everything in math. You wanted more and he gave it to you.

You cried out as you came, Rafe following not too long after, spilling his load inside you. The blonde’s lips immediately wrapped around your perfect tits, sucking and pulling, leaving hickies and bite marks all over your body. You were his.

Your eyes began to slowly close. “Mmhm is it done?” The blonde nodded as your eyes fluttered shut, his cock slowly fucking his cum into you, “it’s done.”

[coquettebiatch]

mean rafe with sensitive reader

- request a fic - masterlist -

— ⋆·˚ ༘ * requested! - mean!rafe x sensitive!reader

rafe hears your soft footsteps outside his office door, he sighs and prays you don’t stay long. he’s busy and he needs to focus on his work.

you push the door open, your face lighting up when you see him. you immediately make your way over to his desk. rafe tears his eyes away from the computer screen and glances up at you before returning his gaze.

“what?” he snaps. your happiness immediately melts away at his tone, he’s always so short and sharp with you. it just hurts more when you’re not expecting it.

“i just… i just wanted to sit with you if that’s okay…?” you ask softly, hands anchored behind your back. rafe looks up at you, his cold eyes meeting your soft, glistening ones.

“no, it’s not okay. i’m working.” he tells you harshly. his face is plagued with a deep frown. he scowls and looks back at the computer screen.

“i’ll be quiet… i promise…” you urge, keeping your voice small. he scoffs and shakes his head.

“you can’t stay quiet for the life of you” he shakes his head, his gaze on the screen never wavering. “— you can leave now…”

you nod and walk out of the warm office, your bottom lip trembles and your eyes glaze over with salty tears.

why doesn’t he want to spend time with you?

you walk downstairs, looking for something to do. you wanted to do something to impress him, making him look in your direction even if it’s just for a second.

you come to a halt when you have the amazing idea to make cookies. genius. he can’t ignore cookies.

your small pout curves into a smile as you turn the tap on, washing your hands. you then grab the recipe book and open it to the correct page.

you mix the ingredients together in the pretty pink le creuset mixing bowl with flowers on that rafe had bought you for christmas last year. you’d seen it in a store and didn’t shut up about it, so rafe bought it to stop you talking about it.

you turn around to grab some eggs and before you know it, the bowl is on the floor and smashed. the batter also all over the floor. you immediately kneel down and start picking the cracked pieces of the bowl up.

“what the fuck did you do?” rafe’s voice booms from behind you. your head snaps to look at him and he grabs you, the pieces falling out of your hand.

he drags you upstairs and shoves you into the bedroom before grabbing your face in his hand.

“you can’t do anything without attention seeking, can you?” he snaps, his teeth gritted and lips pursed. your hands subconsciously grab onto his arms at tears flood down your face. “— quit crying and go to sleep before i do something i regret.” he seethes.

“i didn’t do it on purpose…” you splutter out inbetween sobs, his grip tightening on your face. he drags you over to the bed and pushes you onto it.

“i don’t give a shit. go to bed. i’m sick of your bullshit.” he snaps and roughly pulls the covers over you. you turn away and bury your face in his pillow, breathing in his scent.

“i’m sorry…” you sniffle, your voice muffled by the pillow.

“save it. i’ll talk to you later.” he murmurs and he leaves the room, the door slamming shut and his footsteps heavy on the floor.

rafe cleaned up the mess in the kitchen, throwing the bowl out and cleaning up the cookie dough spillage.

he heads up to the bedroom, he does feel bad for the way he reacted but he can’t help but be annoyed. he pushes open the door to the bedroom to see your sleeping form in the middle of the bed.

you look so vulnerable with the tear stains on your face and the red marks on your arms. he sits down and pushes some hair out of your face, wiping away the salty tears. his heart pangs with guilt when he notices the slight bruising on your jaw.

you stir slightly, a small pout contorts your lips. he sighs deeply and threads his fingers through your hair. your eyes open, red and glistening with tears. your body immediately tenses and his heart tightens at your sleepy face.

“hey, sweetheart…” he greets you softly, he caresses your cheek with his free hand and looks at you with a soft expression, a huge contrast to his earlier scowl. you hum in response as he pulls you into his lap. “— i’m sorry for being a dick…” he sighs and buries his face into your neck.

“i just wanted to bake you some cookies…” you mumble and he chuckles softly.

“we can bake them another time… i’m sorry for shouting…” he whispers with a small kiss to your temple. “let me see your arms, honey. do they hurt?” he gently grabs your hand and holds your arm out, inspecting the forming bruises. his heart lurches as his eyes run over the marks.

“only a little… it’s not that bad…” you mumble and he nods, leaving soft kisses up your arm.

“tell me if they hurt more, okay?” he looks you in the eyes to make sure you know he means it.

“yeah…” you nod as he pulls you to lay down with him.

“atta girl… how about a movie night…?” he smiles, his eyes lighter than they looked a few hours ago. you nod and he turns the tv on, his hands rubbing your back softly.

— ·˚ ༘ a/n: i hate the end omg my brain isn’t working sorryyyy :(

[coquettebiatch]

riding jjs thigh and accidentally kicking him in the nuts !

[coquettebiatch]

He’s so cunt in here I wish he’d do nasty things to me.

[coquettebiatch]

nectar of the gods || colby brock

SMUT MINORS DNI 18+ tw: best friend!colby, virginity loss, innocent reader for the most part, blood is like BRIEFLY mentioned, lots of praise, very fluffy if i’m being honest

“Just like that angel, spread your thighs apart for me,” Colby cooed. You could feel your face flush with embarrassment as you did as instructed, your silk night gown bunched around your waist. Your best friend’s pupil became blown with lust, his mouth watering at the sight of your exposed cunt. “Now take your fingers and spread your folds for me,” He ordered, his large hand palming his aching cock through his jeans. You had asked Colby to teach you how to touch yourself. Surely you could trust your best friend, right?

You spread your folds with your index and middle finger, avoiding Colby’s lustful gaze. “Look at me angel, look at me as you rub your clit in slow circles for me,” He said. You met his gaze, his face as flushed as yours. His words were only making you wetter, your fingers slowly circling your clit as instructed. “Good girl, just like that. Doesn’t that feel good?” Colby asked teasingly. It wasn’t apart of the deal that he touched himself, but the brunette couldn’t take it anymore. You were just so innocent, your cross necklace still dangling from your neck as you put on the world’s most sinful show for him. “So good Colbs,” You whimpered, the pleasure beginning to build in your stomach. Colby bit his bottom lip as he finally had his shaft in hand, stroking it at the sight of your wet cunt.

Corrupting your innocence was just so fucking intoxicating, the brunette honored you trusted him to ask him to teach you this. “Now slowly put them inside,” Colby ordered softly. Your eyebrows raised just in the slightest. “I-inside?” You stuttered. Not only were you a virgin, but you had never even tried to finger yourself? Colby could’ve came right there and then. “It won’t hurt angel, not with how wet you are for me,” He cooed. He ran his thumb over his slit, watching in awe as you slowly dipped your fingers into your cunt. “Now curl them,” Colby said. The sinful moan that escaped your lips was heavenly to his ears, the brunette stroking his cock faster.

“Colby?”

His blue eyes strayed from your cunt, meeting your gaze. Your doe eyes met his, your plump lips dying to be kissed. “Hmm?” He replied, his hand still pumping his shaft. You continued to move your fingers, small whimpers escaping your throat. “I-it doesn’t feel like I can reach deep enough to make myself feel like, um, really good,” You admitted shyly. Colby’s eyes widened as your cheeks flushed a deep pink. “Maybe you could help me?"

Colby thought his heart had stopped for a second, his mouth running dry. "O-Of course," He stuttered. He climbed towards you on the bed, your sweet eyes looking up at him for guidance. Colby slowly grabbed your wrist, pulling your fingers out of your aching cunt. He brought them to his lips, sucking your juices off of your digits. You tasted so sweet, the brunette gaining the urge to devour you until you were squirming. Colby attempted to maintain his composure, not wanting to overwhelm you. You were an innocent little thing, one that needed to be handled with the upmost care. He sucked your fingers clean, before guiding his index and middle fingers to your mouth. "Open," He mumbled. You maintained eye contact as you opened your mouth, your best friend putting his fingers on top of your tongue. "Suck," Colby said. You seemed puzzled, beginning to suck at his fingers like candy. "Make em nice and wet for me, yeah? Wanna make sure you can take em," Colby explained. Your eyebrows relaxed, your head bobbing up and down on his fingers.

The sight of you sucking his fingers so desperately only made his cock ache more. Colby bit his bottom lip to maintain composure, not wanting to groan just yet. This needed to be about you. His innocent best friend. He removed his fingers from your mouth, bringing his index finger to your aching cunt. "You're sure about this?" Colby asked hesitantly. It wasn't like he didn't want to, the brunette so horny his hips threatening to hump the mattress to produce some sort of friction. "Please Colby, want you to make me feel good," You whined. The brunette settled in between your thighs, admiring your sex as you nervously stared down at him. You were borderline shaking, biting the inside of your cheek. You trusted Colby, he had been your best friend since pre school. But you had never done anything like this before, the delicious craving you had foreign and unusual. On top of all of that, you had never felt more vulnerable.

Colby placed a soft kiss over the stretch marks that were on your inner thighs, looking up at you. "Relax angel, I got you," He whispered. He slowly slid his index finger inside of you, your gummy walls clinging to his singular digit. The brunette bit his bottom lip, amazed as how tight you were. Your walls fluttered around him as he curled his finger upwards, finding your g spot with ease. You were embarrassed at moan that left your lips, your cheeks flushing red. "Such pretty noises. Let it out for me," Colby praised. He continued to slowly curl his finger, before slowly inserting his second one. He could feel your walls clenching around him now, his cock only aching more and more. Your eyes were screwed shut, your hips bucking upwards. You were signaling to him you wanted more, and you wanted more now. Colby curled his fingers faster inside of you, admiring your glistening cunt. "Can I taste you?" He whispered, in disbelief he allowed the words to escape his mouth. You curiously peered down at him, trying to formulate words as he finger fucked you.

"Taste...?" You said slowly, your word sounding more like a question. Colby nodded, his own cheeks beginning to flush pink. "Like this," He explained. His breath fanned over your folds for a minute, waiting to see if you'd stop him. He wanted nothing more then for you to be comfortable. This was all about you. You were the star of the show. The only thing that mattered. You shuddered as he licked up your folds, his fingers beginning to pick up the pace once more. Your eyes widened as you moaned his name. "Fuck, yes, Colby!" You panted. Colby grinned into your cunt as your head fell back onto the pillow, his lips beginning to suck at your clit. A foreign feeling was arising in you, your stomach tightening and eyebrows furrowed. You felt fucking euphoric, your noises unholy as Colby lapped at your clit. Your thighs involuntarily squeezed his head, causing the brunette to moan into your sex. The vibrations only sent you more into a frenzy. "Colbs, so good, I-I," You slurred, your hips bucking upwards. Colby watched you cum on his fingers, groaning as your thighs shook around his head.

He was in heaven, watching you come down from your high. He slowly pulled away from your cunt, sucking your juices off of is fingers. Your pussy tasted like fucking nectar. You seemed spent, face flushed and heart pounding. Colby began to redress himself, your small hand stopping him. "Colbs..." You started awkwardly. You were still regaining your breath, licking your dry lips. His blue eyes met yours. "Yes angel?" He replied. Your next words were ones Colby thought he would only hear in his fantasies. "I want you. You know, all the way," You admitted sheepishly. Colby blinked, his brain taking a few seconds to process your request. "We don't have to, this was all for you, don't worry about me," Colby rambled. You brought your soft hand to his cheek, cupping the skin. "Please," You whispered. Colby admired your beauty for a moment. Your plump lips and soft eyes. Who was he to deny you of your request? He brought himself closer to you, shoving his shirt over his head before bringing his lips to yours. The two of you had pecked each other before. Being best friends since pre school meant lots of spin the bottle games and dares through out your middle and high school years.

But this. This was different. He could still taste the cherry candy you were sucking on earlier, your lip gloss dancing across his tastebuds along with it. You were intoxicating and you didn't even know it, your legs opening wider. Colby brought himself on top of you, awkwardly rushing to shove his pants and boxers down. You giggled as he struggled to, letting out a nervous chuckle as he finally managed to get them off and toss them aside. "We can stop at any point, just say the word," Colby said firmly. His cock was a mere inch away from your aching slick. "Colbs i'm fine I promise," You insisted. Your core was aching. This ache. This desire. Your body was screaming for it's new found release. One that you wanted Colby to give you. Colby wasn't a virgin by any means. If anything he was a retired player from his high school years. He was more then experienced. But yet you made him feel like he was losing his virginity all over again. He held up his pinky. "Pinky promise?" He said. You laced your small pinky with his, giving him one of your sickeningly sweet smiles. "I pinky promise," You repeated.

Colby kissed your lips, pecking to your cheek, then down to your neck. "You're gonna feel a bit of a stretch angel, but don't worry, I got you," He huffed. He brought his cock to your cunt, rubbing his tip up and down your folds to collect your slick. He placed sloppy kisses onto your neck as he began to push inside of you, pain striking up your body. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as he slowly made his way inside of you. Your walls were clinging desperately to his cock, the brunette groaning into your skin. "Fucking hell, so tight," He grunted. Colby continued to kiss and suck at your neck, hoping to help relax your body as he bottomed out inside of you. His tip brushed against your g spot, the new sensation causing you to moan. Colby slithered one of his hands down to your clit, drawing slow circles around the bud to help you loosen up. "That feel good?" He asked teasingly, noting the way your walls were beginning to relax around him. Your head was tilted back, giving him access to your sweet spot on your neck. Colby sucked at the sensitive skin, beginning to move his hips. Your unholy noises were sounds of encouragement, his lips littering your neck with hickies.

Colby finally released your neck, admiring the fresh brown and red marks that he had created. He planted his hands by your head, balancing himself as he thrust into you. He watched your cross necklace bounce up and down as he began to properly fuck you. "That feels so fucking good Colby, oh- oh my- fuck," You babbled, meeting his loving gaze. You had never looked more beautiful, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted as you moaned for him. "Go faster, please, need more," You pleaded. Colby grinned at your request, fucking you more aggressively. "You're doing so well angel, taking me so well," He praised. Your walls were so tight Colby was holding himself back, your cunt milking him. "This feel good? Am I making you feel good?" Colby asked teasingly. It was in both of your natures to tease the other, the habit not faltering as his hips snapped into yours. "So much better than I-I could've imagined," You sputtered. Your ability to form comprehensible thoughts or words was disappearing, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Colby fucked you.

You were angelic like this, your mouth spewing curses and pure filth as his cock abused your g spot. He began to nip and suck at the other side of your neck, determined to leave as many marks on you as possible. Colby felt your walls squeeze him once more, your final orgasm close. "You're such a good girl. My good girl," Colby praised, his breath hot against your skin. You moaned out a curse, your nails digging into his back. "Go on angel, be my good girl and cum on my cock for me," He encouraged. His praise sent you over the edge, your body shaking and thighs trembling as you came around his cock. Through gritted teeth Colby held back his own orgasm, meeting your fucked out gaze. "Where do you want me love?" He asked. The pleasure was overwhelming, your cunt becoming overstimulated as he continued to thrust into you. "Inside, need it so bad," You whimpered. Colby groaned your name as he came inside of your cunt, both of you panting messes. He forced himself to pull it together, pulling his cock out of you. A light layer of blood and your cum stained his shaft, the brunette glancing up at you. Your beautiful eyes were fluttered shut, your breathing slow and even.

"Cmon angel lets get you cleaned up. You gotta pee then we'll get in the bath," Colby cooed. In a dazed state you nodded, allowing your best friend to scoop you into his arms bridal style. You laid your head on his tattooed chest, the brunette placing a soft kiss against your forehead. He knew there was no way the two of you could go back to being friends after this, and he was more than okay with that.

[coquettebiatch]

do you think i have forgotten about you?

[coquettebiatch]

oh man! oh boy!! …his fangs and hands 🫦

[coquettebiatch]

[coquettebiatch]

free all the baddies that are in relationships with lames

[coquettebiatch]

Pretty little baby.

ᵖˡᵒᵗ﹕ ʳᵉᵐᵐⁱᶜᵏ ˢʷⁱᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᵘᵖ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᶠᵃˢᵗ ᶠᵒʳ ʰⁱˢ ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿ ᵍⁱʳˡ

ˢᵐᵘᵗ, ᵇˡᵒᵒᵈ ᵖˡᵃʸ, ʰᵉᵃᵈ ⁽ᶠ﹗ ʳᵉᶜⁱᵛⁱⁿᵍ⁾, ᵗᵉᵃˢⁱⁿᵍ,ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ, ᵉˢᵗᵃᵇˡⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ʳᵉˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿˢʰⁱᵖ, vampire ˣ human reader, ˢᵒᶠᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵐⁱᶜᵏ,﹗black reader﹗, ᵃᵍᵉ ᵍᵃᵖ, ʳᵉᵐᵐⁱᶜᵏ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵐᵘⁿᶜʰ, ʰᶜˢ﹗

Remmick called you nicknames more than your birth name. "Sweet girl, Angel, girl, baby, lass" sometimes some Gaelic would slip out and he'd call you "mo chroi"

Remmick lovessss to cuddle(especially after sex). He loves inhaling your perfumed skin, playing with your golden rings, playing with your pretty necklaces, kissing your soft neck, and your pretty jaw.

He hates it when you get out of bed during these times, he's been touched starved for centuries so you getting out to drink water and he follows you.

"Ya know we could go together, angel" he said as he followed behind you like a lost puppy.

He litreally does not like you away from him. Any circumstances.

Nsfw headcannons!!

THAT MAN IS A MUNCHHHHH

HE IS AN EATER.

He loves to eat you out, he loves your little whimpers, the way you run your finger through his hair, the way you arch your back, and when he swirls his tongue and does any little trick you go cross eyed.

He loves teasing you and edging you, when he licks a stripe over your overstimulated cunt and you clench over nothing.

"oh look how wet she is f'me." He muttered absolutely pussydrunk as he spat on your clit, making you flinch a bit before going back to eating you out.

He would eat you out on your period, be so fucking for real. He would love how your sensitivity would be heightened, how your cunt would leak for him. Yall would not leave that bedroom at allll during your cycle.

He wouldn't care, with the mindset he has, body hair keeps you warm and protects you from viruses. A bit of hair would not keep him away. He would be confused if you didn't let him do anything because your not shaved.

"hey, none of that, baby. I just want a little taste" he said as he pawed at your inner thighs and coaxed you to lift your floral dress.

He would not pull out, he'd cum inside you multiple times. He likes the little face you get when you finally sink down after you feel warm, and full.

He wouldn't last too long, he's impatient, he might tease you for a bit and edge you but the second you give him the pleading innocent eyes you possess. He's gone. Done in 10-20 minutes and that's a stretch.

Of course his stamina is a different story, he's ready to go again after 3-5 minutes. You guys go ROUNDS.

That man is horny nothing can stop him from fucking you let's be so for real.

ANYWAYS THIS IS MY FIRST FLIPPING HC AND FIC WRITING PLS BE NICE TELL ME HOW I DID