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kittluzbills · 7 days ago

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SHEEEEEESH

pairing ; babydaddy!rafe x babymomma!reader

WARNINGS ⭑.ᐟ pure smut, ex dynamic, swearing, praise kink, fem terms used, tit-sucking, not proofread.

NOTES ⭑.ᐟ you’re responsible for the content you consume.

WORD COUNT ⭑.ᐟ 1.1k

AUTHOR’S NOTE ⭑.ᐟ likes, reblogs, and requests are encouraged and appreciated 🐆

it wasn’t supposed to end up like this.

he was supposed to drop off june and leave. not end up in your bed, tangled up in your sheets, your bare chest pressed against his as your hips bounced on top of him, holding onto his shoulders for support.

he let out a groan of your name, his hands holding you up by the underside of your thighs, bouncing you up and down on his dick casually, helping you ride him. “fuck, baby..” he mumbled, letting out a heavy exhale. “best damn thing i’ve ever had, huh?”

you were barely listening, your brain flipping between how good it felt and how wrong it was, riding your ex boyfriend after swearing he wouldn’t get to you again, after swearing you were done with him.

despite your thoughts, your hips moved faster, clit catching against the base of him, forcing a choked moan from your lips as you leaned further into his chest. he leaned forward from his position against the pillows, his mouth closing around your nipple, sucking the bud lazily with a muffled groan. your hand flew to the back of his head, holding him against your chest with a shaky sound that sounded like a moan and a whimper, looking down at him.

“c’mere, baby,” he panted heavily, his arms lacing your torso as he held you up against him. he was looking up at you like you hung the stars, like you were his entire world, looking at you like you were still his, like nothing had changed. “ride it, baby, ride that dick like it’s yours, please.”

your hips moved faster against your better judgement, humping him desperately like he would disappear if you slowed down, the fire in your tummy burning hotter and hotter the more he spoke.

“rafe—“ you gasped, holding onto his bicep with a death grip, manicured nails digging into his skin. “don’t let me go, don’t make me stop—“

your words were jumbled, a slight crack making its way through your tone, your bottom lip wobbling as you pleaded with him. his hold on you tightened, his hand smoothing over your lower back, shushing you with a quieted murmur.

“shh, shh, shh,” he whispered, letting your hips rock against him in a desperate effort to get yourself to the edge. “take what y’need, honey, m’right here. ain’t lettin’ you go anytime soon, yeah? just make yourself cum, ma.”

you buried your face into his neck, your eyes squeezing shut as your thighs tensed up, feeling his hips raise up to buck into you. muffled whimpers fell from your lips, nails surely leaving red scrapes along his back, pulling him tighter against you. your mind was fuzzy, trying to push away the sense of guilt you felt, trying to let yourself have this.

“oh my gosh—“ you were panting now, a burning sensation settling in your thighs as you moved even faster if possible, hand tightening around the thick muscle of his bicep. “rafe, m’gonna cum—“

your voice was hoarse, raw from biting back the sob that threatened to come up. his hold on you was like an anchor, both hands splayed over your back, helping your hips bounce even if your thighs were shaking.

“c’mon, baby,” he murmured, the warmth of his voice comforting against your neck. his hand slipped around, thumbing at your clit in an attempt to soothe the burn, your hips shaking against him. “let it go, let yourself feel it, mama. y’deserve it, c’mon.”

between his cock plunging in and out of you, his thumb swiping at your clit in messy strokes, and him cooing into your ear— you were a goner. a sharp, whiny moan ripped from your throat, his hand covering your mouth in an attempt to silence the loud noise coming out of you, groaning quietly at the way you creamed around his dick.

“god, there y’go,” he groaned out, his cum spilling into you with a rough squeeze at your ass. “look so pretty when y’cum, always have— c’mere.”

his lips were on yours, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that was familiar, in a way that made the heat in your stomach dissipate in an array of affection. your lips moved against his like it was second nature, letting yourself enjoy the way his hands slid over your sides, groping at the fat of your hips and stroking the stretch-marks on your stomach.

“we shouldn’t—“ you started, his lips pushing against yours again in an attempt to silence you.

“don’t,” he mumbled, his hand resting against the soft skin of your lower back, pressing an array of messy kisses to your lips. “don’t say that after i just made you cum harder than any of those fuckers you’ve been with, alright? let me have this.”

he pulled you closer to his body, his hand resting against the back of your head with a heavy exhale, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites. he pressed a kiss against your cheek, nose bumping against yours, before whispering into your ear. “let me hold you, just like before.”

despite your better judgment, you slumped against him, not having the energy to fight against your feelings— not having the will to deny him of what you both wanted.

another messy kiss was placed to your cheek, before he murmured— “good girl.”

#kittrecs #kittsfavs

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kittluzbills · 7 days ago

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oh great heavens

♱ SOUNDS BETTER

"m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

WARNINGS. SMUT, breeding kink, cum-filled strap, strap in v, subtop!billie × dombottom!reader, nipple play, pet names, use of y/n a few times, fluff.

SYPNOSIS. when the topic of whose last name one of you would be taking after marriage comes up, billie finds herself in a rather... sticky situation.

LETTERS. i hate this okay bye 💔💔💔

"y/n o'connell," billie murmurs from her place at the edge of the bed, her legs hanging off while her body lays comfortably on the mattress. she rolls onto her stomach, resting her elbows on the bed so that she can lay her chin on her palms, "rolls right off the tongue." she giggles.

you shoot a smirk that matches her own cheeky one, your back resting against the headboard as your legs rested crossed over each other.

"yeah, but billie y/l/n sounds pretty good as well, no?" you ask, voice higher than usual. whenever you and billie landed on this topic, you always got so excited, and she was quite aware of that.

she shrugs, wiggling her entire body onto the bed and crawling over to you slowly. billie takes her lower lip between her teeth, blue eyes fixated on your own e/c ones. she straddles your lap, and you stretch your legs out straight so that she can sit comfortably, hands coming to her hips to pull her closer.

your smile grows as billie's hands cup your face, her thumbs—both adorned with rings—caress your cheeks gently. her smile fades, but you know she's still very much comfortable and happy in your presence. the cool metal of her rings on your warm skin makes you shiver, and when billie realizes, her smile comes back instantly.

in just a few seconds, billie manages to remove your hand from her hip, slip a ring off the ring finger of her right hand, and smoothly push it onto your own ring finger. she examines your hand for a long moment, her hand gripping your wrist possessively as she takes in the sight.

"a little loose, but..." billie speaks, voice quiet. her eyes flick back to yours, and this time, you catch the desire and longing swirling in her eyes—those pretty blue ones that always had you in a trance, "i think it looks pretty good on you," she whispers, eyes slowly moving down to your lips.

"mrs. o'connell." she adds, a lazy smile tugging at her pretty lips. your other hand squeezes her hip gently as you bite the inside of your cheek. it was taking all of her willpower not to beg right now.

you shake your head with a quiet chuckle, leaning closer to her face. billie quickly closes the distance between you two when she realizes. her hand moves to your neck, fingers wrapping around your throat to pull you closer. she scoots closer to your body, her heart beating rapidly and her head spinning.

just the taste of your lips had her going insane, hips rutting against yours so that you could feel the strap she'd hidden beneath her boxers earlier that morning. you groan against her lips, and billie swallows the noise with pride, smiling against you as her tongue swipes along your lower lip.

you allow her tongue into your mouth happily, ears picking up on her needy whines as you fight against the wet muscle. in the end, you win, but billie doesn't give up her role that easily. reluctantly, she pulls away from your lips—but not without dragging your lip between her teeth, the action that always had you soaked, even more than you already were.

her hands leave your face, fingers brushing against the skin of your cheeks before trailing down your half-naked body—thank god you both only slept in your undergarments. her touch leaves a trail of fire behind, only adding to the aching feeling between your thighs. her eyes never leave yours, even as she reaches behind your back to unclasp your bra.

you let the straps fall off your shoulders, leaving billie to rip the piece of fabric from your arms, throwing it somewhere around the room. she practically drools at the sight of your tits on display for her, her hand coming back up to knead one of your boobs while her lips latch onto your other nipple. a soft whimper leaves her, eyes rolling back before shutting closed.

your fingers tangle themselves in her black strands, tugging at her roots and causing billie to moan against your skin. she clings to you like you're her lifeline, fingers digging into your breast so firmly yet with such care, her thumb rubbing circles along your nipple as she suckles on the other. it feels like she's in heaven, her head spinning with nothing but the image of you beneath her.

when she pulls away from your nipple, a thin strand of saliva forms, and billie licks her lips hungrily before trailing wet kisses down your stomach, stopping when she reaches the waistband of your panties. her eyes flick back up to yours, staring at you through her lashes, asking silently for permission to take the thin piece of fabric off of you.

"take 'em off, pretty." you whisper, voice quiet and breathy from how worked up billie had you already. your tone makes her shiver, and she wastes no time, fingers looping in the thin, pink waistband and tugging them down your thighs, legs, and ankles before throwing them to the side like she did your bra.

billie whines softly at just the scent of your arousal, scooting closer and taking her place between your legs, "m'wife's so pretty," she whispers to herself, but you hear. saying you were soaked was an understatement.

her finger glides through your folds, lips parting to let out a quiet sound of surprise at how drenched you were. she grinds against the mattress, the base of the strap-on rubbing against her clit perfectly. her cheek rests against your inner thigh, her breath fanning across your pussy.

you chuckle gently at her needy actions, your hands running down your body to grab handfuls of her hair again. she raises her head again, getting the memo whenever you nod your head in her direction. who was she to disobey her (soon-to-be) wife?

she pulls away from your pussy with a sad whine, eyes locked on your folds as she scoots off the bed to rid herself of her boxers. she steps out of them, the indigo cock standing proudly between her legs. her face flushes in embarrassment as she catches your gaze, her eyes leaving your body as she crawls back on the bed with her head hanging low.

both billie's index and middle fingers come up to her lips, spitting softly. you watch as the saliva drips down her lengthy fingers, your pussy clenching as she lowers her hand onto the strap-on, pumping the large cock in her hand. you huff impatiently, rutting your hips up against the nothing. a silent plea—or, more so, demand—for her to hurry up.

billie nods in understanding, biting her bottom lip harshly as she crawls even closer, her hands moving down to push your thighs even further apart. her eyes are locked on your soaked pussy, enamored by the way you clench around nothing. her heart beats faster in her chest as she lines up the tip of the strap-on with your entrance, breathing getting heavier at the anticipation.

"bil, hurry." you command quietly, your hands coming around to grab at her back, sneakily undoing the clasp on her bra. she bites her lip even harder when she realizes the straps slowly sliding down her shoulders, helping you by taking it off completely and throwing it to the side.

"jus—wait, baby," she murmurs, clit twitching at the sounds of your labored breaths and the faint smell of your perfume. her head hangs low, eyes fluttering closed as she thrusts her cock into your core slowly, her movements gentle as she whimpers, "fuck, ma—can you imagine how much better this'll feel on our wedding day?" she babbles, smiling at the thought.

you throw your head back against the soft pillows, her words barely registering in your head as you feel her splitting you open on her cock. your nails dig into her back, pulling her closer in the process and feeling her chest press against your own. the mix of billie's whimpers and your moans fills the room and both of your guys' ears.

one of billie's hands leaves your thigh as she begins to see a perfect pace—one that's not too fast, but not too slow either. her ring-clad fingers drag across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake before she reaches your arm and pulls one of your hands from her back. billie pulls away slightly, kissing down your body until she reaches your nipple, taking the erect bud between her lips again.

"jus' like that, love," you praise, mouth falling open into an 'o' shape. your eyebrows furrow as billie thrusts deeper, not even noticing whenever she interlocks your fingers with hers—until you squeeze and feel her large hand squeeze back, "shit, you're such a good girl." you moan.

billie moans against your skin at the name, hips rutting into yours faster. her hand on your thigh spreads you further apart, fingers digging into your supple skin as she suckles on your nipple. the combined stimulation of her cock rubbing against your walls and her lips on your tit makes you feel like you're on another planet—drunk off of her.

"gonna make you m'wife," she mumbles, releasing your nipple with a 'pop' before she continues, "then 'm'gonna make you a mommy." she says, voice laced with nothing but lust and adoration for you and you only. billie lets her head rest in the crook of your neck, placing gentle, open mouthed kisses on your sweaty skin.

at her words, you finally realize that she's fuckjng you with her special strap—one that she rarely used, but it was still her favorite, "s'one?—fuck, y'know how much i love 'ts one, bil." you breathe, nails dragging down her back and leaving a trail of red marks.

she hisses softly at the pain, nipping down on your neck in response before she feels a light slap on her back, "sorry—sorry, didn't mean to." billie babbles, soothing the sting with her warm, wet tongue.

"y'close, mama?" she asks next, voice whiny and broken as she feels her own orgasm approaching. her hips rock the silicone cock deeper into your pussy with each thrust, the base brushing her clit and sending shocks all throughout her hot, trembling body, "please. please, want'chu you t'cum for me." she begs, eyebrows furrowing as her hand leaves yours reluctantly.

her fingertips brush against your sweaty skin, your hips bucking in response before her touch is gone again. your jaw somehow drops lower as billie begins to rub tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your nails digging into billie's back harder than before and definitely drawing blood.

billie didn't care. the only thing that mattered to her was getting you off, making you hers, and making you a mommy—even if it wasn't scientifically possible, who cared? not billie, that's for sure.

"fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—!" you cut yourself off with a gasp as she bites down softly on your nipple, sending shivers all throughout your body, "god, 'm'gonna cum, bil!" you warn, pulling her closer to your body once again, making her cock slide deeper between your walls—if that was even possible.

"please. please, sweetheart." she begs in that whiny tone of hers, and that was what finally did it for you. the knot in your stomach snapped instantly, and billie was quick to reach down between your two bodies, squeezing the base of her cock and releasing the fake cum into your tight walls. you almost lost it at the feeling.

billie helps you ride out your high, grunting gently into your ear and muttering, "you're gonna have my babies as soon as we get married, baby. gonna—gonna make you mine. all, fuck, all mine." she stutters, her own orgasm approaching as her thrusts get sloppier and sloppier with every second.

"c'mon, pretty," you breathe into her ear, your hand leaving her back to run your fingers through her hair. that simple motion gives her the final push she needed, her own orgasm hitting her in waves of pleasure as she slowly thrusts into you, "that's a good girl." you praise, and billie cries out.

her hips don't stop, though, slowly and slowly getting faster despite her oversensitive clit. she trembles above you, wanting—needing to fill you up again, although you were already leaking with both your cum and her own, "wan' more," she mumbles.

"jus' a few more f'you." she says it as more of a statement than an ask, and you can't deny her, not when she's giving you those pretty puppy eyes and pouting her lips.

"mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell, mrs. o'connell," she repeats it like a prayer, her hips rutting roughly against yours as she whimpers quietly. she was gonna marry you. she didn't know when, but she knew that she was definitely gonna put a ring on it.

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kittluzbills · 7 days ago

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oh!

＃┆pleasure over matter 〟toxic bd chris sturniolo

ᯤ now playing · pink matter by frank ocean

you should've known better the second chris suggested a 'talk' — something he'd been avoiding every time you'd suggested it for months. you should've thought 'why now?', but deep down, you knew why.

chris had that look in his eyes again: the one that never really cared for talking. the one that used to pull words from your throat, and turn them into something breathless and sinful.

"i jus' wanna talk," he says, like he's trying to soothe you. but you can hear the roughness in his voice, the low tone. he's already closing the space between you two, as if he forgot how messy everything was last time. or maybe he just doesn't care.

his fingers ghost over your waist when you don't speak, all slow and familiar. "y'look good," he murmurs, so low you start to wonder if he hates to admit it. but it's honest.

you should stop it, whatever it is. you should remind him of everything he put you through — not just you, but your guys' son. how he left when you were pregnant, how he left during your birth, how he just keeps leaving. but your mouth parts to gasp for the air his close proximity was restricting you from, and you lean into his touch. that's all the permission he needs.

next thing you know, you’re pinned against the wall, lips crashing like the argument you didn’t have. his hands are under your shirt, dragging it up hastily, like he’s starving for skin. as if he hasn’t already memorized it a hundred times before.

“you always do this,” you breathe, even as your fingers claw at his belt, “always say you wanna talk, then-“

“i am talking,” he mutters, mouth hot against your neck, “m’talkin in my own way.”

it’s toxic, addictive. the kind of mistake that burns so good.

he lifts you with ease, carries you to the couch like the years and fights and custody schedules never existed, laying you out like he’s trying to make you stay.

“missed this,” he groans, dragging his tongue over the inside of your thigh like it’s a damn prayer.

chris looks up, blue eyes pretty enough to stare at in all their lust-filled darkness. “missed you.”

he’s slow at first, taking his time peppering tender kisses that are almost enough to convince you he’s filled with nothing but love and adoration for you. he climbs up your body, fingers soft and light as he discards your clothing item by item, then his own.

the soft pads of his fingers circled your clit, gathering your arousal with a pleased hum. a nice reminder that makes him feel smug, knowing you’re still his.

and when he finally sinks into you, slow and deep and so damn needy, it’s not gentle. it’s not careful, it’s desperate. it feels like he’s trying to remind your body exactly who it belongs to — like he wants to ruin you all over again.

his hand finds your throat, his forehead pressed to yours.

your legs tighten around him, heels digging into his lower back, and he groans, the sound coming from somewhere deep. his thrusts slow just enough to make you feel every inch, every drag, every place he knows you’re weak.

“you say you hate me,” he murmurs, lips brushing your jaw as he drives into you again, “but you let me in like this every time.

you want to deny it, and maybe you even open your mouth to try, but he rolls his hips at just the right angle. your voice cracks into a moan instead. “ahn, chris, i’m- fuck.”

chris’ smirk is smug, knowing. he doesn’t even need an answer. he has all the proof he needs right here.

his hands find your hips, holding you still, forcing you to take every slow, deep thrust like he’s branding you from the inside out.

“that feel like hate to you, baby?” he growls, dragging his teeth along your collarbone. ��’cause, to me… it feels like you missed this.”

a/n. not so kindly requested by @k4yd1 my baby sweetheart

#kittsfavs #kittrecs

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kittluzbills · 7 days ago

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( 💭 ) thinking about rafe fucking you raw . . .

he goes absolutely feral whenever you let him hit it without any protection, loving the feeling of just how good you feel when there's nothing between the two of you.

rafe would be panting and moaning, eyes screwed shut as he forced himself even deeper inside of you.

he'd hold your legs apart, leaving a patch of marks on your thighs from how roughly he was gripping your skin.

"god, darlin' you feel so fucking good. are ya gonna let me put a baby in you, hmm?"

rafe wouldn't even last minute more before he came inside of you, grunting as he stilled inside of your pussy.

once he pulled out, his cock would quickly be replaced by his fingers. he'd shove them deep into your dripping hole, murmuring that he didn't want any of his cum to spill out.

placing his other hand on your stomach, "can't wait for you to have my baby in here soon" he'd hum as he rubbed your belly gently, a dazed look on his face.

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kittluzbills · 7 days ago

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thank you for the tag diva :)

my height (5'9 hehe)

my lips

my tattoos

my empathy

my music taste

@bitchesbrokenpromises @dafaks-blog @charlixcxfavslut @st0nerlesb0 @jayjaywetforbils

Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers//non-negotiable, positivity is cool 💕

(nialler-lover)

this is actually such a good question for somebody's confidence boost

- my personality

- my hair

- how I am towards others

(struggling to think at this point)

- my style

- my friends (if that counts)

and I don't know how to send an ask so I'll tag and (optional) for you to rb!!

@bilsbabyma @kittluzbills @nialler-lover @delilahsturniolo @sweetshuga @freshhluv @chrissonnyangel @christrnsgf @mattsdivaa @angelxsturns

#kittyaps

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kittluzbills · 7 days ago

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my dream 5 minutes before i wake up (every damn night)

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kittluzbills · 8 days ago

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˚. JUST FRIENDS

⌇ chris sturniolo . CONTAINS ◞ explicit content, titty sucking, fingering, unprotected sex, manipulation ??

he settles beside you, hands groping your waist the second he was next to you — his hands always finding their way to you, especially when you were alone together.

maybe it was the fact he couldn’t touch you when others were around, leaving him desperate to do so whenever he got the chance. all over you like it was a second nature.

“you’re so pretty.” he whispers, lips leaving a soft line of kisses down your neck, the arousal evident in his actions and the tone of his voice.

hoarse and low. a tone you’d grown to crave.

“you just want something.” you mumble back, attempting to keep your cool at the feeling of his mouth.

his lips curl into a smirk against your skin, a soft hum of amusement slipping out as his fingers dig harder into your hip. “mmh… maybe.” he murmurs.

the way his voice hits your ear only adds to feelings, the ones that had you wanting to give in — turn around and kiss him like there wasn’t a single thought in your mind.

but there was. a nagging one that had be trying to claw it’s way out of you for months now.

“what are we?” you mumble out, the words slipping out before you could even think. he pauses for a second before twisting his neck up, getting a better look at your face.

“wheres this comin’ from?” he questions, frowning a little out of curiously rather than judgment. you simply shrug, feeling a little on the spot.

because in all honesty, you didn’t know.

he senses the way you grow small, quietly retreating from your own question in response to his. “think y’need to stop thinkin’ so hard.” he tells you, eyes lingering down to your small tank top that was peeking out below the sheets.

“i’m not.” you whisper, his eyes finally catching yours as he begins to tug down the duvet, revealing your thin top.

“what’re you doin’ then?” he mumbles, more focused on your body right now, laid out all pretty for him — filling his mind with thoughts that had his dick swelling in his pants.

“just… telling you how i f-feel.” you pause a little, looking down to see his lips now wrapped around your nipple, gently sucking it as he looks up at you.

he pulls off with a pop, letting his finger swipe over it. “and how do you feel?” he responds, tugging the blanket further down as he speaks.

“chris.” you mumble, slightly disappointed with the lack of attention his was giving this conversation — more rather focused on your body, which you hated to admit was turning you on.

“i’m listenin’.” he murmurs back, nodding as if that did anything to justify his words, fingers hooking into your shorts to pull them down.

you whine a little, shifting on the bed to help him get them off. “chris, you’re not — you’re tryna fuck me.” you mumble, unable to look away from the scene in front of you.

his hazy eyes peering up into yours as he lowers his head between your legs, smirking. “i can multitask.” he mumbles back.

“chris.” you whine, feeling his lips press against your underwear, teasing you through the fabric tortuously. “i said m’listening.” he repeats, mumbling against you. “so keep talkin’.”

you let out a small groan of frustration, trying to gather your thoughts as he pulls your panties to the side — letting his fingers pass through your slick heat.

“i-i… feel like you uh— we.” you swallow harshly, screwing your eyes shut as his middle finger sinks into your pussy. “we…?” he taunts, watching with a sly grin as you try to speak.

“we uh… fuck—“ he scoffs slightly as you loose all train of thought, head sinking further back into the pillow as his finger curls up.

“y’not very good at this huh.” he teases, only to bring his thumb to your clit, your own hand reaching out to grab his as the feeling sends your body surging.

“uhh— shit.” you squeak out as he goes faster, pumping his finger in and out of you on a mission to keep you this way. looking completely fucked out and unable to speak.

he shuffles on the bed, managing to undo his belt with one hand as you remain there — watching his hard dick slap up against his stomach. “c’mon, keep tellin’ me.” he mumbles.

you gasp a little as he finally pulls his finger out, wrapping them around his length to slowly pump himself, angling his dick down. “i just wanna— ughh, chris.”

he chuckles slightly, his tip nudging into your tight cunt, and that blissful look on your face returning as he looks down at you — hands either side of your head. “you wanna what?”

you can’t even bring yourself to be annoyed as his hips push further, sinking his cock into you. “wanna— ah… fuck.” you breathe out, finally managing to get the words out. “—know what we a-are.”

he chuckles again, gripping onto your waist before his hips snap forward. “we’re friends, yeah?” he grunts, brows knitted together at the feeling of your tight cunt.

you find yourself nodding, although in disagreement, your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you ignore the nagging in your brain. only thinking about how good he felt, and how close he was.

then he’s leaning down, chest pressed against yours as he gives into the feeling, rutting into you harder and deeper. “you’re so fuckin’ tight— so good f’me.” he grunts, fingers leaving marks in your skin as he practically fucks your thoughts away.

you’re whining and moaning, no longer able to talk. unable to argue against his response or even seem like you cared right now — not with his cock stretching you out like this.

“fuck— just friends.” he groans, holding onto you tight like it would mean nothing against his words, like any of this was just friends.

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kittluzbills · 8 days ago

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✮⋆˙ your toxic ex-boyfriend rafe can't seem to move on from you, and he won't let you forget about him either.

warnings — 18+ MDNI. toxic ex boyfriend rage obviii and all that contains (manipulation, toxicity), mentions of masturbation and sex. brief mentions of stalking.

cherie's note — i would let this man ruin my life idc.

toxic!ex!rafe who scares off any guy who so much as looks at you, even if you guys hadn't been together for months. even when you tried to move on, he made it impossible. it was like he had wire-tapped your phone, you weren't sure how he had even found out about the majority of the guys you spoke with. didn't matter to him though, you'd end up with him in the end anyways

toxic!ex!rafe who literally stalks you ??? like you're positive you see his truck out wherever you go, sometimes it's even parked outside of your house at night. he's just protecting you, right??? following you in his truck when you walk, rolling the window down to offer a ride in the most condescending tone, but really he's just praying you accept the invitation

toxic!ex!rafe who will spam your messages and text from new ones whenever you get pissed off and block the others. (don't fucking block me again, i just want to talk stop being a brat, fuck off rafe, better watch that fuckin mouth girl)

toxic!ex!rafe who continuously finds himself pumping his fat cock within his palm, other hand occupied while he scrolled through what seemed like hundreds of pictures of you — some innocent, sleeping with your face smooshed against his lap, others with videos he'd taken on your birthday. several were not so innocent — pretty little lips wrapped snugly around his thick cock, or the way your pussy stretched around his length, dick disappearing within your sopping cunt all while on video. no amount of porn would cause him to nut, not when he had an endless supply of you on his phone.

toxic!ex!rafe who will literally sit and spew the hottest pot of lies in to someone's face, calling you 'his girl', and then gaslighting you into believing it was stupid of you to think he'd be doing that (why would i do that? come on, use that pretty brain of yours, kid.)

toxic!ex!rafe who genuinely gets mad when he fucks other girls because nobody's pussy is as good as yours. it was almost like you were made for him, that intoxicating feeling of your greedy cunt taking his entire length, walls squeezing so tight against him that he'd hiss out of pleasure

toxic!ex!rafe whose ego fucking sky rockets feeling the slick wetness of your cunt soaked from your own arousal, rafe being the one who caused it OF COURSE.

toxic!ex!rafe who knows you'll keep coming back cause that dick is too good, yuuuuup! i know that's right

#kittsfavs

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kittluzbills · 8 days ago

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has ssc!rafe ever considered straying away from reader or does he ever fantasize about other women?

does he feel like monogamy is an obligation for the image / marriage he built rather than an active choice he makes out of consideration and love for reader?

need the thoughts 🥲

has scc!rafe ever considered straying?

yes. but not in the way most men do.

he’s never had feelings for anyone else.

never imagined a different life. never wanted a different wife.

but… he’s also a man who spent his twenties making money, being praised, surrounded by other men who do cheat—and never got told no.

so yes.

in the darker parts of his mind, the moments when he feels entitled or bored or like he's earned something, rafe has thought about it.

he’s thought about the ease of it. the anonymity.

about some younger girl in a tight dress who wouldn’t ask him why he’s late or why he smells like scotch.

but it never goes anywhere.

because unlike them, rafe didn’t marry for love—he married to control.

he built this image. he forced scc!reader into it.

and the idea of losing control of the one person who still adores him?

it terrifies him.

so no matter how cruel he can be behind closed doors, he knows that if he ever really fucked up like that—she’d leave.

and it would unravel everything.

does he see monogamy as an obligation?

yes—at first.

marrying young wasn’t romantic for him.

it was strategic.

a way to prove he was ready. grown. respectable. the golden boy of the country club with a sweet little wife in pearls.

and for a long time, rafe sees monogamy the same way he sees family vacations or matching christmas pajamas—just another thing you do to keep up the image.

he sees scc!reader as his, but not necessarily as his equal.

so he expects loyalty from her, without always offering it back emotionally.

and it’s not that he’s actively looking for something else—it’s that he doesn’t view marriage as mutual.

he sees it as something she owes him.

after all, he gave her the house. the ring. the name.

but then—he retires.

and suddenly… there’s nothing left but the two of them.

no late nights at the office. no status to protect. no deals to distract from the distance.

just her.

the same girl who used to show up to his office with a tupperware full of pasta and kiss his forehead while he was on the phone.

the same woman who raised his kids, folded his laundry, and never once told anyone how cruel he really was when the doors shut.

and that’s when it hits him.

no woman in the world would’ve stayed.

no woman in the world would’ve loved him through that.

not like her.

so no—he doesn’t fantasize anymore.

because when he sees her curled up in bed, worn out from the day, wedding ring glinting in the lamplight while one of the kids’ plush toys lays next to her pillow?

he realizes he never needed a housewife—

he needed her.

and it guts him, honestly.

because by the time he figures that out—

she’s already lived a lifetime being his fantasy.

and he’s not sure if she even wants to be his reality anymore.

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