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going out for my 20th birthday tonight let’s play will paisley wake up in her own bed - cast ur votes

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Previously virgin reader ending up loving sex and wondering how many positions would actually feel.

Everytime they would meet up shes like "let me try something new" and my mans just complies.

They be in the middle of trying "wheelbarrow" and hes wondering what did he turn her to.

Love them.

when you and rafe began having sex, it was more of a matter of how do we do this in the least painful way possible. sure if felt good, especially for him, but rafe was big, huge even, so it was of upmost importance that he didn’t hurt his inexperienced, obscenely tight, girlfriend.

but now, after months of stretching and training and endless hours spent trying to stuff his large cock into your sticky enterance, it was less about the absence of pain, and more about the potential to include it.

you wanted rafe as deep as possible. you wanted his flushed red tip to bruise your cervix with each thrust so when you couldn’t walk straight the next day you were reminded of how amazing he was, how much he loved you, how lucky you were.

it’s how you end up here, fucking yourself back on rafe as you stretch out on all fours. you’re mewling and whining, pushing your hips back in messy, slipshod thrusts.

“easy kid,” he chastises, hands guiding your movements since you couldn’t see it yourself, “you gotta slow down y’gonna hurt yourself.”

he bit his lip as he watched. white teeth sink into a plush bottom lip as he admires his once shy, inconspicuous girl blubber and cry for more dick. maybe he did believe in god.

“m’not daddy.” you cry, pushing your hips back with more conviction, harsh thrusts that make rafe throw his head back at the feeling, “want more of you.”

rafe scoffs, laying a firm slap to the fat of your ass, hand running across the reddened skin to soothe it, “y’got my shit in your guts kid, you’re bein’ greedy.” he sighs when you whine back, “you’re just a little thing yeah? you couldn’t take anymore.”

“yes-yes i can,” you cry, turning your head back to look him in his piercing eyes. your eyes are bloodshot from your pleasured tears, you look deliciously pathetic, “please daddy.”

rafe just shakes his head, “said no. you take what i give you.”

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im not kidding im this close to—

— fall into insanity?

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ur so creative it’s so fun to watch what u come up with omg

vampy reader is definitely a monster high stan. she gives likeeee collecting dolls and having to tell rafe be prepared before he sees her room for the first time. he’s like “oh!” but is definitely indulging into her obsession. listening to the lore and all. love ur blog bby!!!!!

hehe i love this!! rafe isn’t judgy tbh because vampy was already hesitant letting someone in her sacred space so he wouldn’t wanna ruin his privilege by making any slightly mean comment on her decor. sorry it's short and i corrupted ur sweet and cute ask in the end .. oopsie

rafe tilts his head, staring back at the small monster high dolls that sit on your bookshelf, biting his lip. “and.. and what’s this one’s name, buffy?” he asks, pointing at one before looking back besides him and seeing you bouncing on your tippy toes, big smile on your face. it was his first time over, after all!

“her names clawdeen, my love. she’s draculaura’s bff!” you inform, leaning your head on rafe’s shoulder. “just like you’re my bff and boyfriend in one.” you giggle, rafe kissing your forehead at your sweet confession. “sweet girl,” he hums before turning back to the bookshelf, letting you explain the backgrounds of every doll you owned, even agreeing to watch one of the films with you.

but he doesn’t learn much anyway, your laptop discarded and the dolls you were looking over earlier now turned the other way as you both make love. what started with innocent movie watching escalating to rafe pounding you deep into your mattress, a small fake bat you had hung besides your wall falling because of the consistent movement of your headboard slamming back against it.

when rafe has to go back to his own home the following day he leaves with the souvenir of that same decor bat as well as bodily memories of bite marks that paint around his shoulder and neck.

click here for a visual of her room!

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ovulation? what? who said that?

how does one recover from something like this… 🙂‍↕️

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rafe fucking you while you’re asleep and not stopping even when you wake up😵‍💫

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this is sooooooooo rafe. he comes home all angry and disheveled from a week long business trip. nothing seemed to go his way, his ego’s shot, he misses his girl, and his fucking balls ache. he hasn’t had pussy in 7 days, he’s losing his ever-loving mind.

so when he enters his large bedroom at tannyhill to see you, his incredibly edible girlfriend, sprawled on her stomach in nothing but a white nightie? how can you even blame him!!!??

and you just look so sweet. the picture of innocence in your tiny white getup, hair splayed across the sheets. your lips are pouty and puffy from sleep, long lashes casting shadows on soft pink cheeks.

he wants to kiss you. he wants to smear kisses on your face and put you in his pocket. but the other part of him wants to slip his dick into you. and that’s the part that takes over.

he’s mumbling to himself as he pushes up your little nightie, delighted to see you had forgone underwear, “oh fuck…”

he takes his cock out of his dress pants, not bothering to remove them fully, too interested in getting on with the act at hand. he pumps it in his hand quickly, swiping some spit onto your warm cunt to prepare you.

he groans when he sinks into you, a string of expletives leaving his mouth when he realizes how tight you’ve gotten after just a week.

the intrusion makes you whine, your body stiffening. you lift your head up from the pillows to gain a sense of your surroundings. rafe clocks your movements, and palms the back of your head to move it back down, hips beginning to rock into you repeatedly.

when you realize who it is, your body relaxes again, but the sensitivity doesn’t go away, and you’re quick to inform the boy with high pitched mewls into the comforter.

he hasn’t heard these sweet sounds in a week, but he’s not willing to deal with his fathers harsh words regarding volume the following morning, so he coos at you, a patronizing “shhhh… i know baby, shhhh” projected into the darkness.

he knows you haven’t been properly stretched out, and he realizes how selfish it is for him to do this to you without prep, but he can’t seem to stop himself from mercilessly pounding your sopping cunt.

you seem to take pity on him, recognizing the primal desire he’s fulfilling with your body, “missed you” you moan out.

“fuckin’ hell” he groans, bending his body to bring his mouth to your shoulder, biting hard when he shoots his load into you, “missed you too”

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I AM FERALLLLLLL FERAL I TELL YOU.

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whenever i get to log on i get so sad because everyone makes friends on here but i’m a prelaw student who doesn’t have time 😔 please someone anyone i am so friendly and so desperate i just can only talk to you after 4pm.

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omg omg omg

rafe and his bunny girl ᕱ⑅ᕱ

she’s a rich kid from figure 8, but has a bad shopping problem. her parents told her to find a job to support her outrageous spending habit. so she works at a nightclub called angels as a waitress. her uniform? a knock-off of a playboy bunny costume, hence the nickname.

she met rafe during one of his business deals. he requested to have the best girl to serve him and his associates. when the owner sent bunny, the men at the table nearly choked on their waters. despite her slutty attire, bunny’s demeanor oozed with innocence and her body was just begging to be touched. rafe knew he had to have her.

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she’s so me coded actually

I jus wanna shut my baby brain off and let big bad daddy rafey take care of me :(

oh this is sooo muñeca & sugar daddy!rafe coded …

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you were entirely too emotional and high-strung — but who could blame you? with your skyrocketing hormones and mere hours that stood between your sweet papi rafe going back home to kildare, while you remained in culebra was becoming way too much for you to handle. and rafe couldn’t find it in himself to reprimand you, you’d been doing so well when it came to putting your big girl panties on and fighting back the impending waterworks that welled at your waterline, whenever it came time for rafe to go back home — you practiced!

but, unfortunately you’d lost every ounce of your resolve when your doe eyes fell on the two suitcases that sat at the edge of rafe’s bed.

sat in the middle of the plush firmness of the california king bed, your small body hiccuping with incessant cries, you curled your knees into your chest, “on-one — more — day,” you squeaked out, your jumbled words cut into choppy huffs of air as rafe pursed his lips into a tight line.

stood firmly beside the bed with his hands planted on his waist, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose with a knowing sigh, “c’mon, kid — y’been through this many times already, yeah?” met with a sharp cry from you, rafe is quick to switch into complete father-figure mode, letting out a piercing whistle, “hey! cut it out, y’gonna knock y’self out, cryin’ like that,” he scolds, his voice firm as you raise your puffy-tear stained face from your knees with a sniffle.

“quédate conmigo, please papi,” you squeak out, stretching both of your arms out in a reach towards rafe, your bottom lip all wobbly.

taking a seat at the edge of the bed, rafe opens an arm, beckoning you into his lap with a flick of his two signet-ringed fingers as you immediately and obediently crawl into his lap with a whimper, “a’ight, no more cryin’ — don’t need y’passin out on me before i go, hm?” rafe soothes, bringing his hand seamlessly clasp around the back of your neck.

nodding the side of your cherub cheek against rafe’s collarbone, you let out a breath of relief, “when d-do you come back,” you question softly, your doe eyes all sore and heavy from your earlier sobs as you quickly knuckle away the wetness at the tip of your nose.

“no … do not start that, you hear me?” rafe scolds, his free hand lightly tapping the side of your soft thigh, earning a frustrated mewl from you. squeezing your neck, rafe urges a verbal answer from you.

much to rafe’s very dismay, his corrective tone only set you off even further — you didn’t want your papi to be mad at you before he left. so, your bambi eyes were quick to well with warm tears, a warning sniffle itching at your nose as you shook your head, before heaving into rafe’s neck.

“fuck — okay, princess. hey, need y’to look at your papi now, yeah? can y’look at me — can’t look at me if y’cryin, pretty girl,” rafe coos, gently pulling your leg to straddle his hips as he pushes your face up to meet his, with a slight nudge of his shoulder. met with red and glassy eyes and flushed cheeks, rafe brings both of his hands to cradle each side of your face.

“a’ight, need y’to a good girl while m’gone, okay? y’gonna be a good girl for daddy?” rafe questions, slightly mushing your cheeks together as you huff out a wobbly breath, before licking over your swollen lips.

softly nodding in rafe’s grasp, you sniffle, “yes.”

allowing a satisfied smirk to play on his lips, rafe pulls your face down, leaning forehead against his, “good. now, i need y’to go to sleep, kid. i won’t be here when you wake up, but —”

fat tears are quick to brim your lower lash line as you whine in rafe’s grasp, “no—”

shushing you with a corrective tut, rafe pecks your lips in a silencing kiss, “shh … i always come back for you, don’t i? always call you, send you pretty presents — got you that laptop s’you can see me when y’get sad, yeah?”

with an appreciative nod, your lips brush against rafe — your papi always kept his promises, “g-going to mi-miss you,” you shudder, your voice all cracked and uneven as you stare directly into rafe’s bright baby blues, silently wishing you’d be able to make him stay just one more night.

“i know, kid,” rafe sighs, gently easing the both of you to fall back on the bed, one arm secured around your waist as he slides a free hand to the back of your head, lightly scratching at your scalp, “promise, m’gonna come back and take good care of you, yeah? s’my job to make sure m’little girl is happy,” he coos, leaving you to nod against his neck as you slowly, but surely begin to doze off.

whispering sweet nothing into your sleepy ear, rafe remains awake, until he’s one hundred percent sure that your asleep, your parted lips blowing warm air against his neck. once your breathing calmed into a steady rhythm, rafe was careful about maneuvering your drowsy body, carefully removing the small hand that rested on his face and placing it on his chest.

it was never easy for rafe to leave his girl in an island that was so far from him. he liked being in control and in the know of all moving parts in your day to day, so leaving you to fend for yourself — despite being waited in hand and foot by the hired help of the villa — rafe fought the urge to fly you to kildare altogether. you were still so wet behind the ears, so fragile and sentimental, such a transition would be way too much for your little heart to handle.

placing the pillow that sat under his head to rest in the tight hold of your arms, rafe reaches for the powder pink iphone that sits on the nightstand, placing it beside the pillow, ready for your use, the moment you woke up.

you just hoped that your papi rafe would be proud that you were awake the entire time and didn’t cry … because you practiced!

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this is so cute i’m melting

a week of pup's outfits! inspired by princessbrunette's post

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monday

it's beach day!! johnbee, her, jayj, pope, and kiara go to the beach! johnb makes sure to SMOTHER her in sunscreen and give her a big sun hat. she loves splashing around, but because she's not good at swimming she wears arm floaties.

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tuesday

farmer's market time!! if she's good, jonbee will let her get a flavored honey stick (guys those are so good) . she makes sure to stock up on all the week's groceries! she'll do a little walk around with him after to get her steps in :)

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wednesday

a day with jayj! johnb is off doing something dangerous, so he gave her to jj to entertain for the day. it's super bright, so he has to give her his hat. they go around on the boat, go to a restaurant, and look for bugs!!

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thursday

dog sitting for a friend :) she loves dog sitting since she doesn't have her own pet! she makes sure to be super prepared with treats and toys, ready to spend the whole day with the puppy.

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friday

lunch date with jonbee! they go get sandwiches and coffee, pup brings her own chips cause she doesn't like the chips from restaurants.

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saturday

pup's rest day! she puts on her favorite show and lays in her bed. she has a weighted blanket wrapped around her, and her favorite heating pad if it's cold out.

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sunday

movie night with johnbee! pizza, popcorn, pajamas, and cozy blankets before another long week starts.

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when bunny!reader finds herself in an unusual state of discomfort, it’s up to rafe to be the firm hand that brings her down to earth.

p!link credit @princessbrunette for bunny!reader

you’ve been uncharacteristically moody all day, trudging behind rafe at the club, dragging your feet in your little kitten heels, hanging off his arm with a perpetual frown.

rafe could put up with this, the petulant whining and the childish behavior. what he couldn’t put up with, was the outrageous lack of respect for rafe and his clientele. you’ve embarrassed him one too many times with your low neckline and short skirt, your pure disregard for feelings other than your own. after finding you crying in the parking lot, begging for a ride home from jj maybank, rafe had had enough.

he sends you into the house with a swat on your ass, ordering you to make yourself useful by being naked and ready when he arrives upstairs. he takes his time, removing his tie, pouring a glass of whiskey, sipping it slowly as he trails to the second floor.

he bit back his pleased smile when he opened the door to his large tannyhill bedroom. You were sprawled on the bed, head propped against the pillows, knees separated to give him clear access to your drooling hole.

he approached you slowly, swallowing down the last of his brown liquor and sitting next to you on the bed.

you look up at him with glassy, horny eyes. he knows just by the pathetic look you give him, that you’re gone already.

“you gonna be good?” he questions, unbottoning his shirt and black slacks. you nod softly, biting your lip at each inch of skin he reveals to you.

“words.” he chastises, watching you blink hard to find them,

“sorry daddy. yes i’yam” you whisper.

you fight the urge to drop your hand, rub your swollen little clit for an ounce of relief. but you know based on the look in his eyes, the tenseness in his shoulders, that you need to hold back.

he pulls his pants down just enough to expose his dick, your mouth floods with saliva at the view.

he pushes your thighs together, your puffy pussy lips meeting in the middle, a perfect cocoon for rafe’s cock.

he doesn’t enter you, just slipping his hardness through your messy folds, grunting lowly as he fucks himself against you.

you moan at the gentle contact, the bump of his tip against your clit. it’s not enough, you need him in you.

“daddy?” you ask, continuing when he nods, his heavy eyes trained on your heat, “fill me up please.”

it’s less of a question, and more of a demand. rafe doesn’t like that. he just shakes his head, slipping 2 fingers into your mouth to shut you up, his balls tightening at the wet gag you release when they go too far back.

“still.” he deadpans, continuing his thrusts against your sticky center. he’s close, and he knows you’re still a bit away, the lack of contact a clear giveaway that you wouldn’t be able to cum.

he feels himself get harder, shifting his hips up to jerk himself over your face, “open.” he commands, one hand gripping your jaw to keep you in place.

he paints your face, breathing heavily watching you fight to catch some of the hot ropes in your mouth.

he sees your forming pout, and scoops up some of his cum on his thumb, slipping it between your two plush lips.

“you’re fine.”

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not usually into this trope but i am into this very much!!!!

dad’s friend!rafe going into reader’s room after her father fell asleep and they like end up making out and he fingers her and shit!!!

thank you for requesting !! sorry i didn’t make them make out a whole lot i changed this up to not really be like their first time but if you all would want something like that lmk

the whole night passed by with small, lingering touches.. playing footsie under the dining table as you ate with the rest of the visiting company, passing words that you both knew were double meaning. even going as far to wear his favorite dress you had the second your father mentioned he was inviting his closest friend to eat with the rest of your family.

you couldn’t even properly place a timestamp for when it began, the lines blurring almost instantly after too many occasions of ignoring the tension between you both when your father introduced you two. one second barely able to keep his eye contact to now often finding yourself sneaking him into your room for a tumble in your bed.

and tonight you and rafe’s private routine follows. he comes over, you have dinner, you head up to get ready for bed as your father and rafe go to the backyard for a couple of drinks which ultimately ends with your father providing the guest room when rafe pretends to stumble along with him when they head back in — despite the fact rafe hasn’t had as much beers as your father’s intoxicated mind thinks.

and he’s back to being yours again.. lips entangled with your own as he drives his fingers inside your tight hole, your walls contracting around them as you whimper into the kiss, the squelching sound of your wetness causing your cheeks to burn up. he bites your bottom lip before pulling his face away, eyebrows furrowed as he stares down at your face reacting to his rough fingers. his own jaw slightly dropped in what could only be described as fascination.

“oh, oh ray.” you crumble, eyebrows knitted together tightly as you throw your head back onto your pillow, instinctively closing your legs around his hand as your pleasure drives you to heights you never knew. stuck between it being too much and wanting more.

rafe tsks, shaking his head. “you want me to stop? keep ‘em open.” he warns, your legs falling open again. “can’t help it, too good.” you cry breathlessly, your own lungs barely able to play catch up. “yeah? what’s too good?” that question as well as his tone opens up your fuzzy mind to know that rafe was preparing to degrade you, a small whimper passing your lips.

you stay silent, still dwelling in to the beautiful feeling he was giving you. “hey, come on. tell me,” he presses, slapping your flushed cheek and waking you up from your haziness. “i— i don’t know, everything.”you mumble up, brain barely able to form a coherent sentence. “no no, come on. find your words.”

he demands, fingers curling deep inside you. “tell me you like doing this while your dad sleeps next door.” he extends, fingers squishing your g-spot. “i.. i like it when you do this,” you whimper, barely able to structure your words. “thats- thats not all i asked you,” he insists, thumb finding your bundle of nerves and harshly pushing his thumb down. “you wanna cum, dont you?” he persuades, smiling when you bob your head as a form of agreeing. “then go on.”

“like doing this when he sleeps next door, i.. i like being your secret.” you confess pitifully, closing your eyes. “yeah, there it is pretty.” he adds, nodding to himself when you gush out your pearly liquids.

at least you got the “meet the parents” deal down, right?

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i love creative concepts i love them i love you

okie now i need to know how nanny!reader and rafe met 🤭

thank u ml @rafeysdoll for proofreading <3

“rafe, you have to go to the jones’ house today, alright? mr. jones is a potential client and he wants to meet with you.” ward told his son as he filed some papers.

“me?” rafe pointed to himself as a look of confusion flashed across his face.

“yes, you. if you want to run this company one day, you’ve got to do shit like this. ‘ts not that difficult, son. you’re just going over to his house to meet with him and get to know him and what route he wants to take with this condo, alright?” rafe rolled his eyes as ward sighed, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “rafe.”

“fine, i’ll go. but ‘m not kissing his ass.” ward mumbled something under his breath as the eldest cameron stormed off to shower and change.

“no, silly! you cannot eat this crayon! it’ll hurt your tummy!” you giggled as you wrestled the crayon out of the 4 year old’s tight grip.

when the doorbell sounded, you craned your head to search for your boss, mr. jones, trying to see if he was going to get the door or if he needed you to.

“sweetheart, will you get that, please? i’m finishing up a call.” you nodded and jumped up, running to the front door.

your eyebrows furrowed when you looked through the peephole and saw a very handsome man standing there in a dress shirt and khakis. you cleared your throat, smoothing over your dress before opening the door.

“hi! how can i help you?”

rafe froze at the sight in the doorway. probably the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen, standing in a green sundress while a baby clung to her legs. he felt like he was in a movie, almost. like one of those really cheesy ones where light shines down on one person and angel’s sing. he had to shake his head to get out of your trance.

“uh, hey. i’m-uh-i’m rafe. rafe-“

“rafe cameron! just the man i wanted to see! how are you today?” mr jones came rounding the corner, interrupting your little moment with rafe.

he was so caught up in you, he hadn’t even realized mr jones’ presence beside you now.

“mr. and mrs. jones, its uh, its nice to meet you.” of course you’d be his wife. all of these money hungry old men loved having a young girl on their arms, and mr. jones was no exc-

“oh no no no, no! this is my daughter, ella’s, nanny. a bit too young for me i’m afraid.”

if rafe wasn’t right in front of you, he probably would have pumped his fist in the air and cheered. you weren’t the wife, you were the nanny.

the gears in rafe’s head started turning at the mention of your job. he could see you now, swollen with his baby, bare feet slapping against the floor of tannyhill- the perfect housewife.

he’d stolen glances at you all night, winking at you when mr. jones wasn’t looking and smirking when you turned away bashfully.

“it was so nice to meet you, rafe!” mr jones put a hand on rafe’s shoulder as he walked him to the front door. rafe was hardly focused on what mr jones was saying, as he was too busy staring past the older man’s shoulder at you as you played with ella.

“i hope to see you again soon, son!” mr jones smiled and waved as rafe walked down the stairs and back to his truck.

“oh,” rafe thought to himself. “you absolutely will.”

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feeling sappy thinking about rafe letting reader cry in his arms cuz she feels insecure while he rubs her back and kissing her forehead☹️n then he tells her everything he loves about her ughhh i need him

this doesn’t answer the ask i’m sorry it took a dif direction

the silence that envelopes the two of you is a heavy juxtaposition from the throaty moans that floated in the air previously. you’re curled on your side, clad in rafe’s thin t-shirt, your skin warm and sticky from the humidity created by the previous events. his softening cock is still slotted inside of you, a reminder of his presence as you sniffle into the air.

you hadn’t meant for this to be so intense, but someone had hurt your feelings, and it was up to rafe to pick up pieces. you grip him when he goes to pull out, small hand wrapping around his thick bicep.

“easy,” he chides, plucking your hand from him to pull you into his lap, “m’not goin’ anywhere kay?”

you nod, hiding your head in his neck to continue your cries.

“y’wanna tell me what happened?” he asks softly, hand caressing your tousled hair.

you frown against his skin, and he feels the way your lips curve, shaking your head gently.

“can’t help you if you don’t kid,” he replies, hand gripping the back of your neck to pull you out of hiding.

so you tell him, albeit reluctantly, with a sad, scruff voice that cracks with tears when you relay the events.

he nods along, blood running hotter at the prospect of someone hurting his sweet girl. and at the end, when you finish with dejected sniffles and a sad smile, he hugs you tightly, already concocting a plan in his head that includes his gun and a ski mask to make it all better.

“i’ll fix it.” he announces, rising and pressing a kiss to your lips.

you know better than to school rafe on morals, and even though you know telling him this will end in irreparable damage, you felt better.

“i love you, i’m gonna make sure this shit never happens again.”

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oh and so this is perfect

JJ would be obsessed with trying to get JB and his dick in the same hole…

you’re literally sobbing, head buried into jb’s shoulder as he gently strokes at your clit, his own dick already filling you up enough to make it hurt.

jj’s behind you, putting you in a sandwich between the two boys. he’s got the head of his cock in, so far at least, as he deems it.

“s’so full! s’too much!” you whimper into the brunette’s shoulder, he shushes you, kissing your forehead and putting ever so slightly more stimulation on your clit to distract you. he furrows his eyebrows and turns his gaze up to jj, who is slowly but surely managing to push into you, “jay maybe we should take a break, feel like she’s about t’pass out on me.”

jj just scoffs “nah she’s fine… right mama, you’re good?” he leans down to ask you. you nod quickly, whining out a little “s’so good.” into the tanned skin your face is resting on. “see jb? she’s fine, when d’you become such a softie, jeez.”

John b chuckles, bringing his free hand up to stroke your hair soothingly. jj’s face is scrunched up in concentration, though you can’t see it. “come on— right there, y’so close mama, gonna take us both so we’ll.” he dirty talks, making you whimper.

it’s not even a minute before you’re taking both of your boyfriends, in one hole. John b is praising you gently, kissing and stroking your hair as both of them begin to move in unison.

jj’s voice cuts through your haze. “shit— told you this was gonna be worth it.”

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and what if i said bookworm!reader and frat!rafe college au? what then.

you know how to ball i know aristotle!!!!!!

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you know how to ball i know aristotle!!!!!!