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do you ever just ….

like put me in a headlock or something damn

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ㅤ♡ྀི Thinking about Rafe teaching his innocent and soft fwb how to deepthroat…

cw: 18+!, mdni, blowjob, deepthroatish, corruption kink, innocent and soft reader, finger sucking, deepthroating with fingers..?, training gag reflex away, softdom!Rafe but also pervy as fuck rafe !!

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Rafe had such a infatuation with you. You were so… innocent and soft, unlike him. It shocked everyone on kildare who found out the two of you were best friends.

Unlike Rafe, you were 100% clean. No drugs and no drinking. When someone was in a conversation with you and they’d make a dirty joke, you’d just tilt your head to the side slightly and get that adorable, puzzled expression on your face while your mind worked overtime to try and decipher the meaning- and when you did, you’d blush a deep shade of red in embarrassment and shrink into yourself. Letting out a chuckle of embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with the other and mumbling a quick and dismissive response before quickly changing the subject.

Also unlike Rafe, you weren’t aggressive. You were a complete softy. Baking… sewing… gardening… the stereotypical soft girl.

Rafe remembers one day in particular- you came with the Camerons to a strawberry patch at Wheezie’s constant begging. Settling to wear a short, tighter sun dress that was decorated in pastel baby blue and white stripes. Your outfit accessorized with a straw sun hat and pearl necklace. You looked fucking flawless while the sun beat down on you. Your movements graceful and feminine while you skipped around and picked strawberries with Wheezie, every time you bent the hem of your skirt would trail up the curve of your ass in a teasing manner. Just giving him enough to imagine the rest.

And that’s what finally made Rafe lose control: He decided that day that he would have you and there was no way he would settle without. Hence what caused you guys to shift from best friends to best friends with benefits.

Rafe felt a pinch of shame at his actions, completely defiling you of your innocence with some of the things he would do. But fuck, even the thought has his cock twitching in your mouth. The way you’d look up at with your wide, damp doe eyes that were a mix of awe, trust and lustful curiosity. It made him feel secure and wanted. As bad as it may sound: he loved ruining you.

“Shit.. s’o good at this sweetheart..” Rafe drawled out, eyes screwed shut, head leaning forcefully against the brick wall of the public washroom the two of you were hid out in. Your mouth suctioned around his cock and hair bopped up and down with your movements as you desperately tried to make Rafe feel good. Your eyes looking up at him with awe, soaking in his groans ‘n moans of pleasure which made your panties soak in your own arousal even more than they already were.

Rafe’s hand rested atop your head, resisting the urge to force you down while he bit his lip. His cock twitching in your mouth as he imaged the sight and sounds of you gagging around his cock, which you could only take half way.

Rafe craned his head back down, biting his lip at your damp eyes. “Think you could take anymore?” He asked, smirking slightly, knowing damn well that you couldn’t.

You whined around his cock, shaking your head ‘no’ before coming up from his cock with a wet ‘pop’. “‘M trying.” You pout, scared you weren’t doing well enough for him.

Rafe’s heart clenched in his chest at the sight of your teary eyes. Bringing his hand up to rub soothing circles on your cheek which were damp from the amount of times you gagged, causing tears to fall. “I know sweetheart don’t worry.” He murmured, small grin forming on his face as he felt the way you subconsciously leaned into his touch. God you seemed so obedient for him(and were). “We’re gonna train that gag reflex away, k pretty girl?” He said, cocking his head to the side slightly to analyze and make sure you’re completely ok with this. His thumb slowly trailing to and brushing against your lower lip.

“Ok..” You nod, opening your mouth just enough to let him hook his thumb into your mouth, the digit immediately pressing down against your tongue.

“Open wider baby,” He said softly, though his tone still had an undeniable amount of dominance. Feeling a swell of pride in his chest at your simple obedience. “Like you’re at the dentist.” He teased.

You did as was told of you, opening your mouth wide for him. “Good girl.” He smirked wider. His ring and middle finger entering your mouth. You moaned around the intrusion that was his fingers, eye’s furrowing slightly when he shoved his fingers further into your mouth and pressed down against your tongue, soft gags spilling up from your throat and out of your mouth.

“C’mon.. how do you expect to take my full cock down your throat if you can’t even take my fingers?” He chuckled, his fingers slowly making way further down your throat. His cock twitching as he watched your face flush in embarrassment at his lewd words. His next words strained with arousal. “Gotta practice a bit at a time princess, you can do it.”

God. The way he spoke so soft but still dominant. The nicknames. The softness in his touch. It had your mind reeling with dirty thoughts no one should be having of their ‘best friend’ and your pussy clenching around nothing. You nodded your head slowly, wide damp eyes looking up at the man, admiring how hot and affected he looked by you.

Suddenly, a sharper and louder gag fell from your lips. Your head attempting to jerk away from Rafes fingers when he forces them practically as far down your throat as they physically could. Rafes grip just tightened on your chin, the thumb of his free hand rubbing soft circles on the skin of your jaw while a few tears fell from your eyes.

“Nah uh.” Rafe clicks his tongue, shaking his head slightly in disapproval, finally pulling his fingers back after a couple of seconds. Attempting to ignore how badly he wanted to feel you gag around his cock.

“You can do it, just try not to jerk away, k?” He murmurs. A soft whine escaping your lips as his fingers descent back down your throat at a faster pace. But you manage to give a small nod in response, pushing your thighs together as his fingers constricted your breathing.

A content grin made its way to Rafe’s lip. Free hand moving up to pat your cheek. “Good.” He praised. His fingers practically finger fucking your throat. Occasionally pressing down on the back of your tongue just to feel you slobber and gag around his digits even more, imagining that it was around his cock.

You slowly became more and more used to the sensation, body relaxing into his touch as your body rested against his legs, hands holding his knees as you let him use your mouth in what would typically be considered a degrading way. Yet Rafe still managed to make it feel anything but degrading while his fingers were down your throat.

A shaky breath left Rafe’s lips as he fully pulled his fingers out from your mouth. Smirk gracing his features yet again as he admired his slick-with-your-spit fingers. Resisting the urge to seem like too much of a freak and licking your excess spit off from his fingers. Instead deciding to use your spit as some type of lube for his cock, spreading your saliva around his pretty much neglected for the last few minutes cock. Soft groan falling from his lips as he did so.

He glanced back at you, face flushing as he saw how you eyed his cock with undeniable, somewhat innocent(as much as it can be) desire. Bringing his cock to your lips and smearing his tip, covered in your saliva, over your lips. “Ready to take a bit more of my cock yet princess?”

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rafe realising you’re his comfort person

warnings: none

writers note: i can fix him i swear 😏

rafe lays on his bed, laying on his side with his phone in his hand. the only noise in the room was him shifting positions every now and then.

then, his door opens gently. he knows it’s you just by how cautious you were when opening it. he smirks to himself and drops his phone, moving to lay on his back.

before he even had chance to look at you, your weight was already on top of him. your head was buried in the crook of his neck, not saying a word.

rafe didn’t flinch. he didn’t question it. he just adjusted you slightly and pulls a blanket over you. his phone that he’d recently been watching was now forgotten on the bed beside you two.

you wriggle against him, pressing your face even further into his neck and exhaling softly. rafe pulled you closer, hooking hands under your thighs and bending them so your straddling his lap while laying on his chest. you smile slightly and get comfy.

the room settled into a comfortable silence again. no words were spoken, they didn’t need to be when it came to each other. rafe softly scratches your back, undoing your bra and slipping his hand under your shirt. he scratches long, soft lines up and down the length of your back.

as his eyes close, he realises he doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy before. he loves how soft and trusting you’re willing to be around him. it’s nice.

no one’s ever shown this kind of love towards him, not this soft.

when he met you, he was expecting it to end like everything other relationship did. they can’t handle his baggage, get freaked out and leave. but no. you persisted and for some reason, he doesn’t even mind you telling him what he’s doing wrong or what he needs to work on.

usually he would be furious if someone even mentioned the tone that he’d spoke to them in, but with you, he stops, breathes and then carries on his sentence in an acceptable tone.

this was so surreal to him. not that it’s a bad thing though. he’s finally happy.

he let his mind wander further in the comforting quiet. he knew he had a stressful meeting tomorrow, but in that moment he wasn’t stressed one bit. he had you laying on top of him and that’s all he needed. his usual weight on his chest had been replaced with you laying there asking for back scratches and telling him random facts about space that you had read online,

this is the best feeling in the world.

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doing drugs is bad, don’t get me wrong, but seeing rafe cameron snort a line of cocaine makes me so wet?? oh my god??

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hii your work is so pretty!!! tysm for sharing it!!!:,) could i ask for the chain dividers in purple haze please? thank u!!!!<3

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✮⋆˙ best friend rafe teaching you how to give head for the first time.

warnings — 18+. MDNI. best friend!rafe x best friend!reader. inexperienced reader. oral (m. receiving).

cherie's note — i can't tell if i like this or not

you and rafe had always blurred the lines — shared beds after parties, holding hands and sharing drinks, swapping secrets nobody else got to hear. so when you mumbled, voice low and uncertain, that you'd never gone down on anyone before, but wanted to learn for the perfect opportunity — his reaction was immediate. and shameless.

it should've felt wrong — best friends didn't do this. didn't sit between each other's legs like how you sat right now, inches away from the tip of his flushed cock, heart pounding like it meant something more. but rafe didn't flinch. he didn't second-guess.

"start slow," he murmured, fingers threading gently through your hair. his voice was low, smooth, soft enough to melt you. those sharp blue eyes fixed on you, watching like there was nowhere else on earth you were meant to be but right there, between his thighs.

"use your tongue — get it wet. just the tip, baby... like a tease."

you followed his lead, nerves sparking under your skin like a live wire. your kiss-swollen lips brushed over the swollen head of his cock, soft and tentative. your tongue slid out softly, tasting the bead of precum gathered at the tip — and he twitched in your hand the second you moaned at the taste.

the sound startled even you, stomach burning with shame. your body flushed, heat pooling low in your belly as you looked up at him, eyes wide.

"fuck, you're a natural," he breathed, "look at you."

rafe's hand fisted in your hair — rough, almost clumsy, like he didn't know where else to channel all of the feelings choking him. his fingers tangled at the roots, tugging just enough for you to pause, to make you feel it — the control, the urge he held within to follow his instincts and just take. but then, slowly, like the hunger in him dissolved into something quieter, he let go. his fingers loosened, dragging through the strands as they slipped free, knuckles brushing against your temple. that same hand — tired, unsure, shaking just a little — fell down to your cheek in one lazy motion, fingertips grazing your skin before his palm settled there instead, warm and hesitant.

your eyes met his — and that's when everything shifted — like you had only just realized what you were doing, and what this meant for the both of you. rafe's eyes changed, darkened in a way you'd never seen before. his chest rose with a sharp inhale, like he was trying so desperately to hold back against something dangerous — to be good, to be gentle.

"use your hand, too," he instructed, voice gruffer compared to before, strained with desire. "twist a little, yeah — like that. you feel how hard you're making me?"

you nod, mouth stretching around him as you took more, wide eyes gleaming and glassy, and oh so eager to please. "fuck, that's it. good girl. just like that."

he gripped the back of your head. gentle at first, caressing. then firmer, like the urge to control the situation had been burning low in his belly for hours. "gonna go deeper now," he muttered, half a moan, "breathe through your nose, sweet girl."

and before you could fully register his words, he pushed his hips up — slow but forceful, the thick weight of him pressing deeper into your throat. you gagged softly, hands bracing on his thighs for support. his chest rumbled with a barely contained moan, the noise itself sending a shock to your stomach, panties soaking from the noise alone — foreign, and filthy, and better than you had ever imagined.

"jesus," he hissed almost painfully, "you sound so fucking pretty when you choke."

up until now, he'd been holding back — barely, but the intention was there. this was learning, this was practice. but the sound of you gagging around him, the way your lashes fluttered and your nails dug into his thighs like you needed him — it flipped a switch he had been trying so desperately to hold back.

his jaw clenched as his hips bucked once more, less measured this time, like instinct had taken the wheel. his hand threaded tighter in your hair, gripping hard enough to anchor, to own. his restraint was obliterated by the sight of your spit-slick lips stretched around him and the trembling, needy noises you made when he didn't let you breathe.

"you're my perfect little cocksleeve now, huh?" he groaned, his hand tightening. your scalp burned. "didn't think best friends did this, but fuck — look at you. swallowing me down like it's what you were made for." your throat fluttered around him when he forced himself further down against the ache, the skin of his pelvic bone meeting the tip of your nose as he held you there. and that, was all it took.

rafe cursed — low and ragged — the thick ropes of his sperm shooting against your pliant, warm tongue. his hips jerked, one hand fisting your hair while the other cradled your jaw like he couldn't decide if he wanted to ruin you or worship you. "swallow it," he breathed, a light but firm slap delivered against your cheek, the sting making your cunt clench, "all of it."

and you did. instinctively, like this was second nature to you. your throat constricted against him a he groaned again, hips twitching from the aftershock.

when he finally pulled back, the thick and sticky string of saliva attached from the head of his flushed cock and your fuck-swollen lips had snapped, chin slick with a mixture of your own spit and his finish, mascara smudged from tears you hadn't realized were falling. and he stared back down at you — chest heavy, eyes wild.

"yeah," he said hoarsely, thumb dragging over your bottom lip, "we're definitely doing that again."

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older!rafe is lowkey an ass guy

He’s got you on your stomach, sprawled out beneath him, arms pinned above your head with one hand, his chest heavy on your back. You’re completely at his mercy—exactly where he wants you.

Exactly where he needs you.

“Lift your hips.”

You obey without a word, knees digging into the sheets, ass up, face turned to the side. Your cheek is pressed into the pillow, breath catching as you feel him slide his palm down your back—slow, reverent, until both hands are gripping your ass.

A low groan rumbles from his throat.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he mutters, kneading your skin like it’s something sacred. “This ass—fuck—it’s ruined me.”

You breathe out a shaky laugh, but he’s not joking.

“You think I look at anyone else when you’re walking around like this?”

He spreads your cheeks, stares like he’s in a trance. Like he’s memorizing it. Like he wants to burn this image into his skull and never let it go.

“You think I could even want anyone else?I have dreams about this ass,” he says.

Then, softer—broken:

“I go insane when you’re not near me.”

He leans forward, lips brushing your shoulder, his voice thick now—wrecked.

“This body’s mine,” he murmurs. “Every inch. Every fucking curve. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to touch.”

He’s hard—painfully so—and you can feel it as he ruts against you, slow and desperate, like he’s trying to breathe you in through skin.

“Tell me,” he whispers. “Tell me it’s mine.”

Your voice comes out small. “It’s yours, Rafe.”

He growls, lines himself up, and slides in slow—too slow—so deep it makes your eyes flutter shut. You moan, back arching instinctively.

And then he starts moving. Deep, grinding thrusts that keep him buried to the hilt, every drag of his cock pulling a sound out of you that makes him twitch inside you.

“You hear that?” he groans. “That sound you make when I’m in this deep? I’d fucking kill for it.”

You gasp, eyes watering from the intensity—he’s not fucking you like you’re a toy. He’s fucking you like you’re everything.

His voice breaks at your ear again. “No one else touches you. And never this ass.”

You nod, barely able to speak, moaning as he picks up pace—still deep, still grinding into that spot that makes your toes curl.

Rafe slams into you harder, rough now, possessive, moaning your name like a prayer—mine, mine, mine—until he comes with a growl, burying himself inside you, shaking, gasping.

He doesn’t pull out.

He doesn’t even move.

He just collapses over you, arms caging you in, breath hot against your ear.

“Don’t leave,” he whispers. “Not ever.”

And you stay, body trembling under the weight of how much he feels, how much he gives, how much of him is already yours.

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ben drowned themed dividers green and purple please? thanks xx

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Hey beautiful! I have another request for you singen you liked my 7 min in heaven one :)

Older boss rafe who had an affair with his younger assistant y/n ( they broke it off because he wanted to repair his marriage)

Now he is always joking that "thank god he didnt get her pregnant" and stuff like that

So y/n puts a little viagra into his coffee and within minutes he is begging her to let him f her again

She rides him and he is so lost in lust that he doesnt even notice that they didint use a condom

So as he comes deep inside of her she whispers in his ear "now you got me pregnant daddy "

Love ,

L

⋆˚࿔ assistant¡ reader && older¡boss rafe cameron

OOPS, YOUR COFFEE TASTES WEIRD?

You were his favourite sin.

Rafe Cameron, your older, married boss, was the reason you wore lipstick in the shade of ripe cherries and skirts too tight to be appropriate. For months, he had you bent over his desk, your moans echoing between glass walls and floor-to-ceiling windows. He used to grip your hair like a lifeline and call you his good girl while fucking you raw during lunch breaks, then fix his tie before going home to her. There were nights in his sleek black car, your panties tossed somewhere in the backseat, your lipstick smeared across his neck as he moaned your name like it meant salvation.

Until he ended it. Said he had to fix things at home. Said he had to be a husband again. Now? Now he walks past your desk every day, smug in his navy-blue suit, salt-and-pepper hair perfectly styled, eyes flicking over you like he’s still fucking you in his head.

❝Lucky I pulled out. Thank God I didn’t get you pregnant, huh?❞ he jokes, low and dark, with that crooked smirk that used to make you melt. You smile back. Soft. Sweet. Secretly seething. That morning, you wait until the office is still and quiet, the usual clatter dulled by early hours and tired assistants. You drop a little blue pill into his coffee—the one he takes black, no sugar. It dissolves instantly.

By the time your meeting starts, his leg is bouncing beneath the table, jaw tight. His golden skin flushes pink. You watch his hand twitch toward his lap like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. After, you find him in his office. The blinds are closed. He’s pacing like a man unravelling, one hand tugging at his collar. He throws himself in his plush chair.

❝What did you do to me?❞ he growls. His voice is lower than usual—ragged, edged with something desperate. His hair’s a little messy, like he’s run a hand through it a hundred times. He looks so fucking good like this. Untied. Sweating. You don’t answer. Just lock the door, the click of the lock echoing between you.

Then you strut forward. He stares at you—at the hypnotic sway of your hips, the peek of skin where your thighs kiss beneath that tight little skirt he used to fuck you in. His eyes are ravenous, jaw locked, fists clenched like if he doesn't touch you now, he’ll fucking combust.

You climb onto his lap without invitation, without a word—just your perfume and a slow grind of your hips as you straddle him, lips parted in a soft little pout. ❝Miss me, Daddy?❞ you coo, fingers toying with his tie as you start to move. His hands fly to your waist like instinct, but they tremble like he’s barely holding it together. ❝Fuck, baby, don’t—❞

❝You’re already hard,❞ you purr, circling your hips just enough to make him hiss. ❝Might as well put it to use.❞ His cock—hot and painfully hard—throbs beneath his slacks, pressed against your soaked panties. Every little shift sends a fresh wave of heat flooding your cunt. ❝We can’t—we can’t do this again—❞ he tries, voice thin. But the way his hips buck up against you? Says otherwise. Says he’s desperate.

You don’t wait. You slide your panties to the side, and with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, you sink down on him. Raw. Slow. Bare. He gasps—head falling back, mouth wide, a moan so guttural it vibrates through your core.

❝Fuck—fuck, baby—❞ You ride him like he’s yours. Like nothing ever ended. Like he was made for you and you for him, and every thrust is a reminder of it. Your thighs burn, clinging to his hips, skirt bunched up high around your waist. Every bounce sends your tits swinging, every grind forces his thick cock deeper, kissing your cervix so hard you see stars.

It’s unbearable—the stretch of him. He’s so fucking big. You’d almost forgotten how it feels to take all of him. How your pussy aches to be split open like this. How wet you get, how full. You’re soaking him, gushing every time you sink down and grind against his base like you never stopped.

Your fingers curl into his hair, tugging, nails scraping his scalp as you lean close to whimper against his flushed skin. ❝You feel that, Daddy?❞ you breathe, syrupy sweet, breath hitching with each bounce. ❝That’s how wet I am. Dripping for you. Fucking soaking, just for you.❞ Rafe groans—loud, rough, helpless. His hands dig into your hips like he’s trying to hold on, drag you deeper, and force you to stay right there, impaled on him, cock buried to the hilt. His voice is hoarse, desperate. ❝Please, baby—fuck—I missed this—I missed you—I can’t stop—I don’t want to—❞

He fucks up into you with a feral rhythm, so hard and deep it punches moans out of you, leaving your mouth hanging open. His cock slams right into your sweet spot, kisses your cervix like it owns you, and the heat of it—raw, thick, relentless—has you trembling. You throw your head back and cry out, the sound filthy, shameless, echoing through the office he used to ruin you in.

You bite into his neck, licking up his sweat, clawing at his shoulders. Your pussy clenches hard around him, slick walls fluttering, milking every inch. ❝Are you going to cum, Daddy?❞ you whisper, voice like poison and sugar. ❝Gonna fill me up? Paint my insides like you used to?❞ He chokes on a gasp, his whole body jerking. ❝Gonna cum—fuck—fuck, baby—I’m going to fill you—please let me—please—❞

And then he breaks. He cums with a ragged moan, cock twitching deep inside you, thick, hot ropes of cum spilling into your cunt. You feel every pulse of it, your walls fluttering around him like they’re begging for more. He sobs into your shoulder, body shaking, arms wrapped around your waist like you’re all he has left in the world.

You don’t stop. You grind through it, slow and deep, milking every last drop, feeling the mess drip out around him and down your thighs. You keep him buried inside until his hips stop twitching, until the room is nothing but the sound of your shared panting, skin on skin, your combined sweat and slick making everything shine. Only then do you lean in, lips brushing the shell of his ear.

❝Now you got me pregnant, Daddy.❞

His eyes snap open. Wide. Shining with something between fear and desire.

And you? You just smile.

── ⋆ 𝐲𝐚𝐩 : ahh L i love you so much thank you for this request. i've had a few pieces brewing for older boss rafe and his pretty little assistant for a while now so this was perfect. hope you love it you filthy thing, mwah

── ⋆ 𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒔 : @scne-vampire @browniepop62 @urcoolgf @folksriddle @loverliner @delicatelyquiet

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Overstimulation

florist!reader x older!rafe

warnings: overstimulation, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, colour system, squirting, subspace

word count: 500 + a/n: reqs are open for florist reader x older!rafe

You were spent, your body near limp in Rafe’s arms as he held the vibrator to your throbbing clit. You weren’t entirely sure how many times he’d made you cum, you’d lost track somewhere between your second and fourth. It felt like the two of you had been like this for hours, and maybe you had. 

Rafe pressed the pink toy harder against your clit, the added pressure causing you to whine while you tried to push his hand away. “Shh,” he pressed a kiss to your temple, your bare back flush with his bare chest as you sat between his parted legs. “You gonna cum again f’me, hm?” The only response you gave him was a lazy nod to which he tutted, “Words, sweetheart. Need you to use your big girl words f’me, can you do that?” 

You could only whine, your muscles going taut as yet another orgasm built in your stomach. Rafe sighed but remained patient, “Can you tell me your colour then? Please, baby.” 

“Green,” you mumbled, eyes falling shut and back arching as he slipped two of his large fingers into your sore cunt. 

“Good girl,” he hummed, curling his fingers. “Gonna cum again f’me?”

“Can’t,” you whined despite the obvious signs your body was showing of you nearing another climax. 

“Just one more,” he encouraged, “cum one more time for daddy.” You didn’t say anything that made sense, your words slurred together. 

“Feels weird,” you cried, feeling more pressure in your stomach than normal. He only hummed in acknowledgment, not letting up. You began to writhe in his hold until you went still, your orgasm hitting you full force.

It took a minute before you came to, the vibrator having been removed from your puffy clit and Rafe’s fingers no longer inside of you. You looked up at Rafe, your eyes glossy and your head clouded over. “There you are,” he spoke gently as he took you in, his glimmering eyes flickering back to the ruined sheets below you. “Made such a mess, sweetheart.” 

You followed his gaze, the sheets soaked with your release. “I did that?” You asked in confusion, not comprehending what’d happened. 

Rafe smiled proudly, “You squirted, baby.” 

Your lips parted and your face went red in embarrassment, “ ‘s that bad, daddy?” Your voice was small and soft. 

“Not at all, ‘s fuckin’ hot” he assured, something you wouldn’t quite place lining his words. “Want you to do it again.” Your eyes went wide at the words, your legs slamming shut. “Not right now,” his voice was deeper than it usually sounded. Was that him or was it because you were spaced out? You didn’t know. “But when your head is feelin’ better,” he paused, looking you in the eyes, “you’re gonna do it for daddy again, aren’t you, baby?”

You swallowed, your breathing growing heavier as you nodded, your overstimulated clit throbbing at the thought. “Good girl,” he purred, “now let’s get you cleaned up and rested, hm? Wanna make y’do that again as soon as I can.” 

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simple purple dividers requested by @rowanswriting

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MDNI BANNERS | purple.

( requested by → @forjongseong / @triplejracha / @h-harleybaby )

lots of folks seem to really like purple, huh? it’s been a long time coming, but we finally have purple mdni dividers ! i tried to have a balance of light and deep purples. i hope you all like. (:

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purple dividers!

request from my beloved Lina (@wchswift), lots of different vibes here lol so hope there's something you can use !

check pinned for usage rules !