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simon riley loves himself a chubby girl — being a big man he is simon addicted to the feel of weight against him, as well as the softness, plushness of the supple flesh, and he isn't small by himself at all.

he's got a lot of muscle mass, a wide body with a small belly and wide palms that will fit perfectly on your body, he's ready to swear he's just going crazy when he sees the chubby girls, and you've come to him at the best time to knock a man to his knees before you.

simon is gentle and caring — all the best for his girl, he can't keep his hands to himself, he can't stop carrying you in his arms like a princess and moving mountains for you alone, he even learned to cook, no matter how difficult it is, just to please you with your favorite treats.

and he especially loves you in the bed, with passion and tenderness, stroking the supple skin and every fold and your pudgy belly as if you were about to shatter like a marble sculpture.

simon treats you like one, too — calloused and rough, wide palms caress every hollow and stretch mark that forms on your skin like tiger stripes with a tenderness that makes you shudder, fingers greedily, almost possessively gripping your rounded ass and digging in before moving to your waist.

he caresses, kisses, whispers sweet words of affection that slip past his thin lips with rumbling purrs like — “fricking hell you pretty, my beautiful girl with such a perfect, mind blowing body„ and you can't even muster anything harsh against yourself, tell him he's not right, because he is, you're a goddess to him.

a goddess with a sweet, fat pussy that he likes to devour with you sitting on his face, your body is literally limp and occasionally trembling with small convulsions of pleasure while simon's crooked nose fidgets and rubs against your clit, his wide tongue flattens against your weeping, fluttering cunt.

you drown his face in your honey like sweet slick and creamy cum, letting it dribble past your folds against his lapping tongue that already curls deeper again — simon won't let you off till he pulled at least couple of orgasms out of you.

because he likes to see how you look when he folds you in missionary, to see your glossy and half lidded delirious gaze, your body feels even softer, limp after all that he's done with his tongue, emptying you completely and leaving only mess and pulsing need in your puffy, clenching pussy.

so simon will fuck you nicely, stuffing you full of his meaty cock as you'll cunt grip him tightly, sucking him balls deep and he wouldn't even mind — harsh rolls of his hips leaving you gasping and mewling into the thick air, skin glistening with sweat as he toys with your pretty, rounded tits and cups them as gently, while rearranging your insides.

he'll make you cum again and again, fill you with his potent, creamy loads just to see how it dribbles out of your gooey cunny, making simon's every new thrust squelch.

and he won't stop fucking his pretty girl into the mattress, with his slightly pudgy stomach rubbing against your belly — until you squirt all over the sheets and shake against the sheets, vision whitening out as your cunt clamp and pulse around his fat length, with simon grinning smugly.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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lene we need some 80s slasher JB!!!

ohh shure! he gives creepy summer camp counselor vibes - 80s!slasher!john b

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, blood, violence, death, threats, slapping, spitting, obsessed!john b - ₊˚⊹

you'd gotten the most perfect job for the summer as a camp counselor at a sleep-away summer camp. after meeting everyone at the orientation you've become close to another counselor who will be working with you, john b. 

he was in charge of the boy's cabin and you the girls, and your groups would meet up for activities, bonfires, smores, and lunch. he'd honestly grown really attached to you since you were always doing things together, whenever he'd see you chatting with another guy he'd feel possessive and you weren't even dating! yet john b would also embarrassingly get hard watching you slide down your shorts, staring at how tight your bikini bottoms fit around your ass. he'd spend that night in his cabin jerking off, picturing your pretty body bouncing on top of him, wishing he could grab fistfuls of your ass. he'd finish in his fist all sweaty and out of breath. 

you sat at your group's table in the mess hall facing john b's table, both of you making eye contact every few seconds. 

when the dessert was ready, each table was called to go pick up their plate of cherry pie with vanilla ice cream. john b's eyes followed your figure as you walked up to the counter, waiting until all the little girls got their slices. one of the guys that was working inside the kitchen, clearly flirting with you, asks if you want some. you decline with a smile but the young man insists, saying he made it himself, he lifts up the fork with a piece of the warm pie and dripping ice cream to your lips. you indulge him by opening your mouth and closing it around the fork, swallowing the desert you widen your eyes and nod. "it's really good!" you smile, the guy's hand reaching out to swipe the little bit of ice cream that stayed on the edge of your lip. 

watching this, john b was furious, letting that fucking feed you, touch your lips....

that night, the little girls knock on your cabin door, right next to theirs. they complain that they heard someone scream coming from the mess hall and are too scared to sleep. you tell them it's probably nothing and to go back to sleep, that you'll check it out.

the girls do as they're told and you walk over to the mess hall and walk inside the dark space to see what could have been the noise, hearing some sort of noise coming from inside the kitchen you figure it could be an animal that got inside, you press your ear to the swinging door honestly too scared to actually look inside. 

the door then swings open, causing you to stumble back and meet eyes with john b, with blood on his shirt, hands, and on the knife in his hands. you stand there confused...'did he cut himself?' you think, then you see it, through the open door is the pie guy dead on the floor with his blood pooling around his body. john b's hand is quick to cover your mouth before you can scream, "shshsh, you don't need to do that bub, you're fine." he whispers, maintaining eye contact with you. 

you nod your head slowly, chest heaving. 

"i'm gonna let go now okay? need you to be quite f'me, can you do that?" he raises his eyebrows and you nod again, he takes his hand off our mouth. "m'gonna need to take your clothes off...got blood on them..." he tells you rather than asks you, he raises the knife and cuts your top up the middle. 

"john b? what's going on..." you whisper, clearly scared. 

"i can't wait anymore, you drive me crazy, i need to do this." he rambles while tugging off your shorts rather roughly. 

"john b did you stab the kitchen b-" he cuts you off with a rough kiss to keep you quiet. he manhandles you over one of the tables and lifts you on top, facing him. 

you whine as he brings the knife up to your face. 

"don't scream, don't want to whole camp to hear you, n'i don't want to hurt you pup"

you nod, tears spilling down your cheeks as he cuts your panties to get access to your hot messy pussy. 

"awww she's so pretty..." he coos, his big rough fingers slowly rubbing your clit, making you mewl. 

"jombee...i don't wanna...you killed someone!" you shake your head, almost hyperventilating crying. 

"hey, nuh uh, stop that." he pats your face to get you to listen to him. you watch as he pulls off his bloody shirt and unzips his shorts and pulls himself out, your eyes widening at the size. "he's not the only one i killed." he looks back into your eyes and you swear your heartbeat sped up and so did the pulsing of your cunt. 

"you're a murderer johnbee," you whisper but then gasp when you feel him start to push in, stretching your pussy. 

"i know, m'really mean, huh puppy?" he pouts mockingly and pinches one of your nipples making you squeal. 

"don't like being mean to you, but when you walk around acting like an angel, when i know you're a little tease...kinda have'ta put you in your place," he grunts, pounding into hard now, you can see the little bulge in your tummy. 

"i wasn't! i didn't mean to be! i didn't do anything!" you sob, one hand grabbing onto the table and the other hand gripping his bicep. blood sorta covering both of you from where he had touched you, he grabs your face with his hand and forces you to look at him. 

"wish you could be my good girl right now n'just take. it." he thrusts harder with his last two words. you wish you could scream at how scared you are of him but also at how good it feels. 

"open." he grunts, squeezing your jaw a little. you shake your head no as best you can, causing him to let go of your jaw and slap you, making your drooly cunt clench around him. "m'not asking again." he grabs your jaw again, and you open your mouth, and he spits into it making you whine in disgust. "swallow." you do as your told and swallow tears continuing to fall. 

"that's how a dumb little doggy gets treated, they get spit on." he grins and pulls out of you, manhandles you off the table, and bends you over, tits and face pressed against the wood. 

"nooo...no.." you drool onto the table. 

he bends down a bit to be right in front of your ass and spits on your other tight little hole, watching as his spit drips down to your pussy. you squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling and sob a little louder. 

he stands up straight again and reaches around to pat your sloppy little cunt now covered in his spit, and slides his cock back in. 

"s-so gross..." you mewl, making him laugh quietly, bringing the back of his bloody hand up to your face. 

"cum around me or i'll smear this on your face, you want that? hmm? some guy's blood on your face?" he threatens. "c'mon..." he bends down to press icky wet kisses to your cheek that instantly cum on on him, pulsing and squeezing him as your mind goes dumb. his big hand covering your mouth as you moan.

"there she is, good girl...yeaaah" he praises, thrusting into you more sloppily until he's pumping you full, flooding your poor little pussy. 

after a few seconds, he pulls out and uses his tip to smear yours and his cum around your pussy lips. 

"here." he hands you his bloody shirt for you to put on knowing it'll cover you enough to get back to your cabin decent, you pull his shirt over your head and make sure it covers your ass.

"we'll talk more tomorrow, okay sweetie? gotta go...clean that up." he tilts his head toward the body. "goodnight kiss?" he bits his lip, squinting his eyes, taunting you. you stand there lifting your head, he leans down to give you one last kiss on your lips, a string of saliva connecting your lips when he pulls away.  ᥫ᭡

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Hangman [Part 3]

(Daryl Dixon x Reader) Masterlist

Description: Y/N Dixon was to be punished for her husbands actions at the line up. Negan decided to do it in style. Daryl watches you hang before being dragged away. But how is he coping when you open the door to his cell as his savior.

2.3k words

Warnings (Mentions of suicide, gore, ANGST, violence, injury, ect.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Daryl POV

The rattle of a door knob brought him out of thought. When the door didn’t open he thought he imagined it. Maybe he was losing more of a grip on reality. The sleep deprivation wasn’t helping, or the grief. He still heard noises that he imagined. Like the yelp you made when you dropped to the ground and the noose tugged at you. He sat back resting facing the door. The pulsating pain in is eye from being punched. He went to rub at it when a small knock tapped against the door.

He released a sigh, ‘I am losing it.’ Then the rattling of the lock made him tense. He didn’t think he was in there for more than a hour after Negan left to take Carl back to Alexandria? The clicking of pins suggesting it wasn’t from a key. The soft click of the lock releasing made a shiver run up his spine. He cautiously stare at the door creeping open. The light hit his eyes disrupting his view to who it was. The person didn’t speak when they fell to their knees in shock. He got the glimpse of a knife being put to the floor. When they slowly crawled over and gently cupped his face he couldn’t help but stare up and see your face.

He at that moment declared himself crazy. The guilt building in him again, “It’s all my fault… god I love you.” He rose his hand to your face, not wanting this to go away, he didn’t make contact with you just to see you disappear. Then you leaned into his hand. His mouth opened and his heart dropped. He got closer leaning toward you for confirmation he wasn’t crazy. You hadn’t said a word. He looked down to your neck hand slowly tracing down to it. The moment you flinched was like proof of your existence. He released a breath that had caught in his lungs at the original sight of you.

“Y/N?”

His eyes roaming across your face again. You lean down and pecked his lips. He felt like a burst of life just ran back into him. That quick kiss sending him back to life. You started to tug at his arms trying to get him to stand. He took the hint standing. You had made a quick look out the door but he had wrapped his arms around you. The feeling of you relaxing and thumping your head into his chest damn near broke his fragile mental state. The moment was quick with you pulling away and getting something from your pocket and showing it to him. It was the key to his bike. That's when another realization hit him.

‘You came to get him out of here?’

He grabbed the key from your hand staring at it. You were getting him out of here. A switch flipped in him after the shock of seeing you. It was a later thing to talk, they needed out of here first. He grabbed your hand and nodding to you. You smile at him while he walks past to check the hall. Looking back and forth seeing it clear he looked back at you and off you both went to freedom. The door he remembered where his bike was cracked open. Must have been where you got in. He smiled at the thought, ‘Smart girl.’

Pushing the door open crouched he scan the area. Seemed empty? He pulled you along with him to the bike. Letting go of your hand and trying to open the gate as quickly as he could.

“What the hell!”

The surprised voice made him turn. Fat Joey is what they called him. He had his eyes on you looking mortified, then landed on him. A burning feeling set under his skin as he stomped in raged at him. “Woah! L-look man I didn’t see anything!” His eyes scanned from him to you. The first punch Daryl landed sent his sandwich flying to the ground. Through his rage while he beat the man he remembered you were behind him. He stopped fist mid air and turned back to see you staring. Straight faced eyes looking down at the man then back to him. Fat Joey groaned, but Daryl’s eyes were still locked with you. You dragged a finger slowly across your purple and black neck, ‘kill him.’ He did just that. His jumpsuit now splattered with some of Joeys blood as he took the key and approached the bike.

The rumble of it under him then your presence behind him felt like a dream. You had looped your arms under his and he took off getting them out of there. His hands shook with nerves and adrenaline. He was becoming overwhelmed. The taps to his middle from you made him look in his side mirror. They had been driving for almost 40 minutes a ways away from the saviors. You gestured to pull over so he did. He felt on the verge of a panic attack.

The sound of his skin releasing from his tight hold to the handle bars seemed loud to him. His ears rang when your hand went to his shoulder and you leaned over face filling his vision. He doesn’t even feel you get up. Was this real? You rubbed up and down his arm. ‘Ya, this is real.’ His knees shake as he stood getting off the bike. He looks up at you after having his gaze glued to the floor. The guilt was seeping back through. Tears were in your eyes when he met them. A wobble to your lips, something he knew was you trying to not cry.

“I’m so sorry-“

You jumped wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His arms moving to catch you. His hand digging into your hair, a slight sway as in their embrace. He broke down, tears running down and a small hiccup coming out of him. Despite everything he thought he deserved you were still loving him. The unconditional love you gave broke his heart, “I almost killed you- I thought I killed you.” His cry’s grew deeper. You pulled away looking at him at his words. You shook your head. You jabbed a finger in his chest and tapped there. You shook your expressing a hard no. You pointed back down the road with a serious face.

He gulped at your conviction on the matter. He looked at you like you were the world and you caught the broken expression from him. Giving a smile and kiss for emphasis. He inhaled and exhaled, the fighter flight feeling he has had the whole time gone within your touch. His eyes moving back to your neck, “Are ya alright?” You hesitated before nodding. He met your eyes, “You can’t talk?” Bitting your lip you looked away from him shaking your head.

Daryl released you from his hold. Your feet landing on the ground but you continued to look at him. Up and down, probably taking notice of the clothes he wore. He felt ashamed at the thought of the stupid ‘A’ shirt he had on. You pulled off the large hoodie you had stolen from Jesus. You grabbed the end of his shirt and lightly tugged at it. His teeth clenched he reluctantly took it off. He watched your face turn into a frown. He still had a bandage on his shoulder where he was shot, also a few more bruises and scraps. He slowly took the hoodie from you and slipped it on. You both stood looking at each other. Your eyes saying you had a million of things to say. He broke the silence.

“M’ body is burning with the shame of not belonging…”

Your POV

You closed your eyes and inhaled. This isn’t the first time he has been this far stuck in his mind with guilt. He had it with anything that has ever gone wrong. Like he could somehow tell the future and it was his job to prevent every bad thing. Any death, any injury. Blaming himself for Beth, the prison falling, and now this. You open your eyes and look to his face. Slowly shaking your head as you walk away, going to sit back down on the bike. He still stood staring at you so you tap the spot in front of you. He moved shoving the corner of his thumb into his mouth. A nervous habit that you think he got as a kid.

You saw the small tremor left in his hands. Leaning into him and resting your head between his shoulders, arms pulling around him. Your fingers softly scratching at his mid section as you continued your ride to Hilltop. Hoping to provide him with as much comfort without words.

The sun was setting when reaching the gates of Hilltop. The door pulled open revealing Glenn, Maggie, and Enid. Daryl parked as soon as he got through the gate. Glenn was the one to jog over first, “You actually got him!” Glenn pulling Daryl in a quick hug. Maggie made her way not a second later, she look a little mad, “You idiot how could you just run off like that! Without even saying something before going!” It was apparent in your recover at Hilltop that not only you were traumatized. Someone would often check on you confirming to themself you were ok.

Maggie especially did it at night. Everyone had grown an attachment to you after that day, constant dread you would just drop dead. It was Glenn who spoke on your behalf, “She did leave a note.” You nodded and pointed at Glenn with agreement. Then pointing the attention at Daryl with a ‘look see I did what I said’ look. Maggie while finished yelling at you turning to hug Daryl, “Thank god you both are ok.” Daryl was still to wired into the things he had experienced to be any other way then awkward. You festered for everyone to go for a minute waving them off and dragging Daryl to the medical trailer. It was Glenn who remarked while you walked away, “She can’t even talk but still bossing us around.”

Dr. Carter seemed surprised to see you but you just pointed at Daryl. When he was done treating Daryl he move back over to you. You had originally tried to wave him off but Daryl spoke with a calm voice, “Please? So I know you are ok.” How could you say no to that? There was this terrible cream that smelt like a hospital he would put on a bandage and around your neck. He knew you hated it not liking things around your neck. “I’m also wanting you to crush and dissolve some vitamins into your food. A soup should do but remember it can’t be hot." Your lips were pursed in displeasure. A hand slide rubbing your back. Looking up you met Daryl’s eyes.

You both walk out the door not before finally getting a pen and paper back. “Do you want to shower and get a change of clothes?” Daryl looked like he wanted to jump out of his own skin. The clothes not looking to comfortable and the grime on his skin. He nodded looking at the paper, “Ya I’ll do that.” He looked at you and the house but he couldn’t seem to walk away from you. You wrote again, “I can sit outside the door?” He shook his head, “Nah I got it, go try and eat beautiful.” You smile at the familiar nickname. He said it first teasingly after watching Glenn and Maggie being cheesy, however now he couldn’t seem to stop. You pointed to a trailer slowly walking backwards to it.

You and Daryl now lay facing each other in bed. You grabbed his hand tracing ‘I <3 U’. His hand closing around yours. “I love you too, there is no me in your absence.” He pushed a hair behind your ear, “least not one I liked.” You moved his hand to your chest, proof you heart still beat. The cling of metal of your rings hitting each other. You smile and wrote down, “Guess I can’t go anywhere then.”

You upheld this promise throughout the entirety of the war. Not even a half a day later came when Rick came to Hilltop looking for aid. He was happy to see you. Carl and Michonne gushing over you. Then when Daryl rounded the corner you could see everyone relieved again. You wrote,

“All happy to see a Dixon.”

You didn’t have much of a roll in the war. The only major thing was when the trash people betrayed them. It was the first time Negan saw you again. His eyes were on Daryl before turning to you. “Well shit you’re supposed to be dead. Guess your witch trail proved your one.” He looked back to Daryl before saying, “What should we do next? Drown her in the river?”

He was locked away now though. Rotting in a jail cell. You had disagreed heavily with Rick’s decision keeping him alive. He gave you nightmares. But after a while Rick suggested you seeing how what he was going through was worse than death. You had gained back the ability to eat. You still were working on talking. Now there you are standing in front of Negan. Pen and paper in hand. He expected you to kill him, even pleaded with you to do so. Rick had been right. You wrote something on the paper and stared back to Negan.

Negan tried taunting as always, “What? Cat got your tongue?” He was smug but you pulled his attention to the sheet of paper. You crumpled it in your hands. You threw the balled up paper through the bars of his cell. Staring at it before walking out the door. Negan scoffed going to unravel your message.

“Welcome to Hell.”

The End.

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୨୧ how sugardaddy!rafe found his favorite little muñeca

rafe wasn’t entirely sure as to what it was that piqued his father’s need to go on vacation every few months out of the year, but he wasn’t against it. since returning back to tannyhill, following his brief collegiate stint, rafe needed an outlet — a place where he could go and blow a few tens of thousands of dollars and not be reprimanded, a place where he could lose himself in copious amounts of coke without judgement, a place where he could be the man — the one who was needed, the one who had all the answers.

so, when ward came up with the brilliant idea to send his eldest of kin to the island of culebra, puerto rico — just to keep his volatile son out of trouble … rafe was quick and eager to oblige.

the villa was immaculate, completely renovated from the ground up, with the pristine view of the clear turquoise waters that crashed against the powder white sand. but what caught rafe’s bright baby blues was the little puerto rican girl who stood bent over, tiny white shorts sucked in the soft fat of your plush ass as you carefully picked at the bright fuschia hibiscus flower that grew alone in the patch of crisp green grass. shiny blown out hair cascaded down the small of your back as rafe tongued the inside of his cheek, watching closely as you straightened your posture, the shorts now almost entirely swallowed by your plump ass.

rafe couldn’t help himself, but continue to ogle at you, his bloodshot eyes carelessly drinking in the way your bronze skin shimmered under the sun, as well as the cute hot pink heart-shaped glitter tattoo that sparkled on your lower back. and fuck, it took everything in him to not shove his hand down his pants with the way the fat of your ass sat all heavy and perfectly curved against the flimsy fabric of your shorts.

smiling to himself, rafe obnoxiously clears his throat, causing you to flinch and whip your pretty little head at him, all wide eyed and open-mouthed, “uh, don’t think y’should be pickin’ at other people’s flowers, huh?” he questions, his voice dripping in a condescending cadence as you immediately drop the pretty flower from your small fist, allowing it to fall at your sparkly pink toes.

remaining silent, you awkwardly shift on your feet, blinking your wispy lashes together as you close your mouth, “i’m sorry, i just — hmph,” you sigh, your nose scrunched in frustration as you struggled to find the right words … in english, at least.

cocking his head to the side, rafe chuckles at your fussy state, his stringy bangs masking the way he incessantly stared at the way the swells of your breasts bounced against your one size too small lily pink triangle bikini top. judging by your thick accent, rafe could tell that communicating with you would be a bit of a struggle — lucky for you, he considered himself to be a proactive man of sorts.

taking a step closer to you, rafe feigns a sigh of disappointment, even going so far as to pinch the bridge of his nose “i don’t know, i may just have to tell someone that y’just comin’ here and makin’ a mess of things — i can’t have that, sweetheart,” he shrugs.

your little heart thumped rapidly against your chest as you bit down into your pouty bottom lip, swallowing thickly as you brought your terrified gaze to the ground.

deciding to twist the knife, rafe nudged the point of your chin with the side of his signet-tinged index finger with squinted eyes, “y’parents never taught y’how to talk to people, huh?” he questions, his pupil-blown eyes searching yours as you parted your swollen lips.

furiously shaking your head, you take a short breath, “i-i dunno how — the words are h-hard,” you speak, your voice small and mousey as your eyes meet rafe’s intimidatingly blue ones.

“well, y’gotta learn, yeah?” rafe shrugs.

with bright and naive eyes, you let out an excited gasp, “you can teach me?” you question, swollen lips pursed together as rafe licks over his pink chapped lips, taking another step closer to you as his rough hand grasps the side of your face.

you were a naive little one, a bit too welcoming … but he could fix teach you.

bringing his thumb to curve around your jaw, rafe shushes you, “y’shouldn’t be walkin’ around stranger’s houses dressed like that — your daddy ever teach you that?” rafe lightly pushes your head back, a shit-eating grin now playing on his handsome face as you obediently answer him with a forceful shake of your head.

your bambi eyes now welled with embarrassed tears, you gently attempted to pull your face from the young man’s tight hold, “yo no tengo …” you whimper softly.

shifting your face, rafe raises a corrective brow at you, “english, kid,” he scolds.

poking out your fat bottom lip in a wobbly pout, you lightly stomp your foot in frustration, “i don’t have a daddy,” you whine, a warm teardrop rolling down the apple of your cheek as rafe tutted at you with a knowing nod to himself.

“that’s the problem, huh? y’don’t have a daddy to keep y’little ass in line,” rafe mumbles, bringing his thumb to mush against your swollen and somewhat sticky lips as you stare at him with confused, yet needy little eyes.

letting go of your jaw, rafe runs a hand through his greasy hair, before swiping at the corner of his mouth with his finger, “listen kid, m’gonna take care of you, yeah? buy you whatever girly shit y’like — maybe even take y’home with me one of these days —”

“like a daddy?”

letting out a huff, rafe takes in the way you reach down to grab ahold of the wilted flower, boobs nearly spilling out of your bikini tops as you fist it tightly in your grip, “yes, but i’ll be your daddy —”

“papi!” you beam, a wide smile stretching your swollen lips as you bat your cutesy stacked lashes together, “that’s your name?” you ask politely, reaching your small hands to tug on the waistband of your shorts, unknowingly pulling them further up your ass.

“rafe is my name, pretty girl — but y’can call me papi, okay?” he coos, swiftly snagging the flimsy flower from your hand, causing you to pout as you roll your eyes, leaving rafe to snap his fingers at you, “hey — don’t start that shit, now come here and let me fix y’up,” he commands, internally satisfied with the way you quickly removed the frown from your face and walked over to him, the tips of your toes meeting the tips of his sandals.

curling a ginger underneath the waistband of your shorts, rafe softly pulls on the stretchy fabric, taking a mental note of the frilly thing you wore underneath. placing the flower in your shorts, rafe carefully secures the band of your shorts to hold the flower upright, you dainty belly button ring also catching his watchful eyes.

craning your neck to get a look of your cute new accessory, you scoff with excitement, “aye, es muy bonita, papi!” you squeal, rushing to swing your arms around rafe’s tense and warm neck.

lightly patting the top of the curve of your asscheek, rafe gently pulls you away from him, “listen, kid — y’can’t just trust every person you meet, yeah? not everyone is going to be nice like your papi, hm?” he clasps his hands around your bare shoulders, biting back a smirk as you nod feverishly.

“tell me that you understand,” rafe pushes, silently encouraging you with a small squeeze of your shoulders.

“i und-understand,” you breathe out.

bringing a hand to barely pat your cheek, rafe reaches his free hand down to tug the hem of your shorts down to cover your ass, “good girl — now why don’t y’come with daddy and i’ll buy y’some pretty clothes,” rafe hums, massaging your cheek with his thumb.

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Dress Part 2!

part 1 here :)

warnings:- mom! reader, dad! rafe, smut, female receiving oral, hand!jobs, p in v, unsafe! sex.

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Your head falls back as soon as you feel his lips meet your clit. He presses soft, gentle kisses first. Being sure to take his time and revel in the moment. He never got to do this last time. He was too selfish and immature back then to even want to.

Now, he wants all of you.

Rafe made the mental decision as soon as he dropped to his knees in front of your soaked cunt that he was going to take his time. For months after your hook up all he could think about was how you might’ve tasted. How it would’ve felt to have you come un-done on his tongue. To have your legs wrapped around his head as you shook from your orgasm.

Even when he’d hooked up with other girls over the last year and a half, all he could do was shut his eyes and imagine he was in between your legs, not some other girl he’d met at some shitty party.

Even when he was balls-deep in some other girl, all he would think about was you.

“Rafe,” you whimper as he continues to press kisses to your swollen clit, “P-please, Rafe.”

He gives in, darting his tongue out to press to your clit, using it to draw intricate circles as you push yourself down onto his face. He brings his big hands down from your thighs and uses them to grip your ass, “There we go,” he murmurs as you grind yourself onto his tongue faster, needing to feel more of him.

“Need more,” you moan.

He obliges with a nod and brings his ringed hand to your soaked entrance. You feel him gently drag the tip of his fingers across your hole, collecting your slick. You moan again, “Rafe,” you cry, “Please, I’ve missed you.”

He pulls his mouth away from your clit making you huff out a breath. You lift your head to look at him. His eyes are glued to your dripping cunt. You watch as he gently drags his fingers up and down. His wet lips are parted and his breathing is heavy as he slowly shakes his head, “God… I’ve fucking missed you.”

His eyes meet yours for a split second before he dives straight back in. His mouth and tongue move erratically as he gently slips two fingers into you. Your hand comes down and you reach for his hair. Or what’s left of it.

Your long nails scratch along his scalp making him groan against your clit, the vibrations make your moans grow louder and you can feel him smirking against you.

You arch your back off of the table as his fingers curl inside of you, hitting your g-spot time and time again as his mouth and tongue lap up your clit.

This is all you’ve thought about for the last year and a half.

Having Rafe in between your legs, his face deep in your pussy as he laps up your clit.

You quickly feel a knot form in your lower stomach and you quickly feel overwhelmed by all the sensations and the fact that your baby daddy is eating you out on your dining table at 2 A.M.

“R-Rafe, not gonna last,” you warn him as he sucks and teases your clit with his tongue and mouth.

Your legs begin to shake and Rafe moans in response. He can’t help but grind himself against the table again. His cock is straining against the polyester of his trousers and he knows as soon as he’s inside of you, he won’t last.

One finally flick of his tongue and curl of his fingers and you come undone.

You’re thrashing around on the table as Rafe tries to hold you still but it’s no use. “Oh f-fuck, Rafe!” you squeal, doing your best to stay quiet as you ride out your high on his tongue.

Rafe gently pulls back, his eyes flickering between you and your dripping pussy. He gently glides his thumb across your throbbing clit making you wince and pull back. “S-sensitive,” you stammer out.

He smirks and drags his tongue across his bottom lip, not wanting to waste a single drop of your sweetness.

“So fucking hot, shit…” he mumbles to himself as he rises to his feet again. He leans down, bringing his mouth straight to your tits.

His lips wrap around your nipple as his hands roughly grip and tug at the fleshy skin. He flicks his tongue over the hardened peak a few times before pulling away and repeating the process to the other. All you can do is moan in response as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

He eventually pulls back and meets your dazed look. He smiles, “You okay?”

You nod in response as your chest heaves, “Yeah… need you, Rafe.” You whisper as you open your eyes to see his gorgeous face.

He nods slowly, “Yeah? That’s what you need?”

You nod again with desperation, “Yes, Rafe.”

He stands up straight and quickly undoes the buttons on his shirt before throwing it to the tiled floor. You watch in complete awe as he undoes his belt and quickly throws that to the ground too. You’re practically gawking up at him, your eyes wide and your heart racing.

He notices and smirks down at you, “What?”

You motion to his new build, his broad chest and shoulders have you salivating. “You’re different than before.” You point out.

He chuckles and leans back down, “Good or bad different?”

You wrap one hand around the back of his neck and tug him closer to you. You use your other hand to gently trace your nails down his chest. His breath falters and he shudders from your gentle touch.

His eyes lift to meet yours again and you smile, “Wanna touch you, Rafe.”

He nods his head quickly, “All yours, baby.”

Both of you watch your hand as it trails down his flexed abs before stopping at the button of his trousers. You lift her eyes to meet his as you slowly undo the button before undoing the zipper.

Rafe drops his head to your chest with a heavy sigh of relief. You chew on your lip and gently drag your nails across his aching tip through the material of his black underwear. His breath shudders against your skin causing goosebumps to form across your chest.

You pull his trousers down just below his hipbone and feel as he grinds himself into your hand.

You can feel his pre-come forming and leaking through the material of his underwear and as soon as you drag your thumb across his tip, he moans your name.

“F-fuck,” he groans, his voice deeper than usual.

You stop the teasing and yank his underwear down with ease. His cock springs free and you whimper in response. Rafe lifts his head, keeping his eyes on you as you slowly wrap your hand around the base of his cock.

His hips buck into you first quickly and a breathy moan leaves his lips, “Oh my god, fuck. Missed your touch so fucking much.”

You stroke him, feeling the veins of his cock as he throbs in your hand. You drag your thumb across his tip again, smearing the pre-come across his length as he thrusts slowly into your hand.

He shakes his head as he brings his lips close to yours, “S-stop. Gonna come.”

You pull back from him and he huffs out a quiet breath, “Sorry, Baby. I can’t last that long. Will make it up to you, okay? Promise.” He whispers.

You nod, not caring how long he lasts anymore, you just want him inside of you. Rafe pulls back slightly, his eyes glued to you as he grips the base of his cock, “Should I get a condom?”

You shake your head and he grunts in response, “Thank god.”

He doesn’t even give you a chance to adjust or prepare for him. He just pushes himself inside of you so hard that you can’t help but scream.

You forgot just how big he was until now. All you could do before this was imagine his size when you touched yourself. You’d cling to the memory to keep yourself satisfied.

Rafe buries his face into your neck as he pulls his hips back before thrusting into you again, “Sh-shh, gotta be quiet, okay? Just-just take it.” You chew on your bottom lip as his breath fans your neck and ear.

He nods and lifts his head to look at you again, “That’s it, takin it so well, huh?”

You nod and wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in closer as he sinks further into you with a quiet whimper, “Aw, fuck, baby girl, you feel so good, jus’ like fuckin’ heaven… I-I missed your pussy so much-” he stammers. His brows are furrowed together and his eyes are shut tight as if it’s taking everything in him to not finish right this instance.

His shoulders are tense and his arms are bulging as he moves his hands down to your hips, holding you in place as he draws back before thrusting back in again at an agonizingly slow pace.

You gently cup his face, forcing his eyes open. A breathy moan leaves him as soon as he sees your face, “I can’t,” he tells you again.

You nod your head slowly, “Just fuck me, Rafe… don't care how long you last.”

He breathes heavily before nodding, “Okay, fuck, I’m sorry,”

With that, he picks up his pace making your entire body jolt in response to his harsh thrusts.

“Shit, that’s it,” he groans as his eyes fall to your tits as they bounce with each rough thrust he gives you. He feels his cock throb inside of you and he knows he has about ten seconds before he’s fucking his cum into you.

Again.

“Rafe!” you moan as quietly as possible as his groans grow louder. You wrap your hands around his shoulders, your long nails digging into the skin of his back being sure to leave scratches.

He presses his lips to your neck before pulling back, “L-look at me,”

You do as you’re told and meet his deep blue eyes, watching him as his jaw tightens, “Want your cum, Rafe. Want you to-”

You don’t even get to finish your sentence because Rafe starts to come.

Hard.

His muscles tighten and the veins in his shoulders and neck bulge as he keeps you in your place, fucking into you faster as he fills you up with his warm seed.

“Fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to come so fast. You feel too good,” he mumbles, dropping his head to your chest again.

You laugh lightly and scratch your nails down the back of his scalp before reaching the top of his neck, “It’s okay… I didn’t last long either.”

He lifts his head to look at you again before using his hands to push himself up so he can hover above you without crushing you with his height.

You smile up at him, your cheeks flushed and your legs shaking from your previous orgasm and the way Rafe fucked you. Your eyes felt hazy, your vision cloudy as you watched him.

He shakes his head in disbelief, “Don’t know why I ever let you get with Steve. He can’t handle all of you like I can.”

You laugh and raise your eyebrows up at him, “How would you know?”

Rafe slowly pulls out of you and reaches for some paper towel on the counter behind him. He leans down and gently drags some of the tissue across your messy cunt, making you whimper. He smirks, “I just know it.”

You roll your eyes and use your elbows to push yourself up, “He can. He fucks me really well.” You lie.

Rafe tsks, “Right. That’s why you’re here, legs fucking spread with my cum dripping out of you.”

You giggle because you know he’s right. You watch as he pulls up his underwear before buttoning up his trousers. He grabs his shirt from the floor and pulls it over his torso, his fingers fiddling with the buttons for a few seconds before he does them up.

You chew on your bottom lip, your heart racing with the question at the tip of your tongue.

You reach for your panties and pull them up before shimmying into your dress again. You hold up the broken straps with your hands and watch Rafe as he pulls his jacket back on, his back to you.

Just say it.

Say it.

“I-uh, I better go. I’ll come over after work to see Theo tomorrow, and then maybe I can take him to the-” Just as Rafe turns back around to face you, you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into you.

Your lips meet his in a frenzied kiss and Rafe doesn’t hesitate to kiss you back.

Your lips move together so perfectly. How could you ever reject him again?

You pull away but keep your hands wrapped around the back of his neck as you watch him.

“What was that for?” he asks.

You blow out a shaky breath as you muster the courage to say what you want to say.

“I don’t want you to go.” You rush out.

His eyes widen at your statement, “You want me to stay? To stay the night?”

You nod your head quickly and drop your hands down to your sides, “You don’t have to- It’s stupid, I’m sorry. I don’t know why-”

He cuts you off by lifting you up by your hips, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. You stare down at the man in front of you, your heart full and racing.

He nods, “I’m not just staying the night. I want to be here. I want to be with you. I want to be here with you and our son. I’m ready now… I want us to be a real family. Let me- let us try this. Please.” His eyes are the same soft ones you usually know and you feel like your heart is about to explode.

You nod your head quickly, not needing another second to think. “Yes. Yes, of course.”

He grins up at you, “Yeah?”

You grin down at him, “Yes, Rafe.”

After that night, everything changed.

Rafe had moved in with you and Theo permanently by the end of the month and everything was perfect. You had routines that worked well together, Theo was laughing more and smiling more having both his Mom and Dad so close all the time.

Only a month after Rafe had moved in, he was downstairs feeding Theo some breakfast whilst you were in the bathroom, staring down at the two lines on the stick in your hand.

And from that moment onward, your family of three became a family of four.

And things couldn’t have been better.

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[sexyxdylanxobrien]

Dress

୨♡୧ mom reader, dad rafe, swearing, alcohol, mentions of sex, kind of smut but not really 😭

part 2 here!

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You shut the front door as quietly as you can, hoping the slight creak doesn’t wake your sleeping baby upstairs. You twist the lock and release a shaky sigh.

“That you?” You hear your child’s father call from the kitchen as the sound of dishes clattering together makes you huff out a breath, composing yourself once more.

“Yeah.” You whisper as you make your way into your kitchen, the sound of your heels clicking against the wooden floor makes you wince as you walk down the steps to your kitchen.

Rafe is standing there in front of the sink. His hands are deep in the soapy water as he washes your son’s beakers and pacifiers. The white sleeves of his expensive shirt are rolled up and for a moment you feel guilty that he didn’t get to go home to get changed before coming over to watch your son so you could go on your fifth date with the guy you’re seeing.

“How was it?” Rafe asks you as you drop your black purse onto the wooden table in the kitchen.

You raise your eyebrows at him and nod slowly, “Yeah, great.” You lie.

Rafe grabs the towel from his shoulder and pulls his hands out of the water. He dries his hands before throwing the towel onto the counter. His baby-blue eyes meet yours as he rests his hands on the table in front of you, “You need a drink?” he offers.

You can’t stop your eyes from wandering down to his red hands, the veins on his big hands bulging from the hot water. You slowly nod your head in response and he nods.

He grabs two glasses from the cabinet nearest the fridge before snatching a bottle of red from your wine rack. He slides the glass over to you and wastes no time opening the screw top, pouring you a rather large glass.

You thank him with a gentle smile and take a lengthy sip. You exhale a frustrated sigh and drop down into your seat.

Rafe laughs and pulls out the seat opposite yours, “That bad, huh?” he asks as he sits down.

You nod, “He’s just- God, I don’t even know… he’s-”

Rafe cuts you off, “Boring?”

“Rafe!” You exclaim making him laugh and take a sip from his glass.

He shrugs and places his glass back down, “It’s true, no?”

You want to nod along, you want to agree with him, but, you know it’s wrong.

Steve is a good guy. He came in shortly after Theo was born. He’s patient with you and your…delicate, situation with Rafe.

As soon as you found out you were pregnant from your one-night stand with the Rafe Cameron, you were scared.

Terrified, even.

That one night almost a year and a half ago completely changed both of your lives, forcing you to be close.

Forever.

You daydreamed of what your life could have been as soon as you saw those two lines on the plastic stick.

Rafe would work, and you’d stay home and be his perfect little housewife. You’d be his everything and give him everything.

Those daydreams were shot down when you found out he had a long-term girlfriend at home.

She broke up with him soon after you told him about the baby.

Rafe wanted to move you into Tannyhill. He wanted you to be with him. Be his.

But, the nagging feeling inside of you telling you he could never be the things he was promising stopped you.

As soon as Theo was born, Rafe stayed true to his word.

He was at your place for weeks after he was born, not once letting you or Theo out of his sight.

He’d help with laundry, take Theo for walks, take him to the park, book spa days for you… he was everything you wanted. Everything you needed.

Sometimes you can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t made a move on you.

Even now, when you’re dressed in the tiniest, most revealing black dress, he doesn’t give in.

Rafe on the other hand, he’s had to force himself to keep his eyes on your face. On your big, beautiful eyes. Forcing himself to look anywhere but your tits that are practically spilling out of your tiny dress.

He shifts in his seat and slyly adjusts his suit pants, hoping you can’t notice his cock straining against the polyester.

Sometimes he can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t made a move.

He wants to respect you. The mother of his child.

It almost scares him to think about how easily he would tear your dress off of your body if given the chance.

It almost pisses him off how often you occupy his mind. Everything about you makes his heart race and his cock turn stiff.

When he’s about to sleep, all he can think about is you.

When he’s at work, all he can think about is you.

Shit, even when he’s balls deep in the girl he’s currently seeing, all he can think about is you.

You, you, you.

He clings to the memory of your one night together. The way you screamed his name as you scratched your long pink acrylic nails down his back. The way you took him so well. So easily.

Even this morning, as he was in the shower getting ready for his long day at work, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you.

The warm water ran down his body, coating his abs and his cock as he fucked himself into his fist. Chewing on his lip to stay quiet he muttered your name over and over again until he was coating his hand and the wall tiles, imagining it was your face instead.

You take a slow sip of your drink again before releasing a breath, “I just feel bad…” you explain.

Rafe cocks his eyebrow and leans forward, “Why?”

You raise your shoulders into a shrug, “Because he’s nice…”Rafe can’t stop himself from scoffing as he leans back in his seat, his wine glass now tight in his grip as he down the rest of the liquid in one go. He slams the glass back down and looks off to the side, his jaw ticking, “You always do that.”

You furrow your brows, “Do what?”

He motions to you, “Be a pushover. You don’t even like the guy, yet you still see him? It’s sad.”

You sit forward, shocked that Rafe would say any of this to you. Not once in the nine months your son has been on this earth has he spoken to you like this.

Of course, Rafe knew exactly why he was acting like this, but he couldn’t tell you.

He was seething with jealousy.

It took everything in him to be nice before you went out and to not convince you to stay.

Especially when you walked down the stairs in that dress. He thought he’d died and gone to heaven as soon as he laid his eyes on you.

He abruptly stands up and reaches out for his suit jacket hanging on the back of his seat, “I’m gonna go,” he drags his hand across his freshly shaved head before pulling on his jacket quickly.

You stand up and reach out for his arm, “Wait-”

He snaps, “What?”

You shake your head in disappointment, “You’re being mean.” You state.

He rolls his eyes again but doesn’t reply. Instead, he grabs his car keys and phone from the kitchen counter.

You scoff, “Fine. Go.”

“Fine.” he snaps back.

Not once have you guys bickered like this.

He heads for the kitchen door, his head hung low.

You don’t even turn to watch him, instead, you pour yourself more wine. Wanting to forget about your night with Steve and to forget about whatever just happened with Rafe.

Before you can even sip your wine, Rafe turns back around, “You’re not gonna stop me?”

You raise your eyebrows and laugh, “Why would I? You’re being a dick.”

He rubs his ringed hand across his head and glances off to the side.

Of course, he expected you to run after him. He always does, but, you never do. You never give in.

You look up at him through your lashes and nod down to his glass, “Are you gonna sit down and help me finish the bottle or are you going to carry on being a baby? I’ve already got one, I don’t need another.”

You watch him and half expect him to throw one of his usual tantrums and storm out, but he doesn’t. He stands there doing his absolute hardest to fight back his smirk.

You pour some wine into his glass and nod to it, “Sit.”He listens and sits back down.

He nods to your glass, “Are you sure you need to drink anymore? You’re never usually this… bitchy.”

You cock your eyebrow and swipe your tongue across your teeth before replying, “Why? Can’t you handle it, Rafe?”

He leans back in his seat and takes a long sip. His eyes meet yours in a longing, lustful gaze and you can’t deny the feeling it gives you in your lower stomach. “You know I can, Sweetheart.” He replies.

You keep your eyes on him as you gulp down your wine, hoping to get drunk quickly to stop your mind from wandering to a filthier place.

You and Rafe continue drinking for what feels like a few minutes but in actuality is an hour. The time you spend together always seems to go by fast. The old bottle is gone and you’ve moved onto another, both of you feeling the effects of the drink.

The laughter from your previous conversation dies down and Rafe clears his throat to speak, “So, Theo kept pointing to the photo of you guys in his room. He wanted to know where you went tonight.”

You pout, the mom guilt hitting you hard, “What did you tell him?”

Rafe clicks his tongue, “Well, I told him you were out with Steve.”

You sigh just from the mention of his name and Rafe notices. He picks up on it way too quickly. “What?” he asks.

You shrug again, “He’s just so fucking boring.” You laugh out making Rafe laugh too as he nods along, completely agreeing with your statement.

He leans across the table and grabs the bottle of wine from the middle of the table just as you reach out too.

Your hands meet and neither of you moves. His strong hand wraps around yours, his grip tightening for a moment. You feel your heart flutter and your legs involuntarily tighten together. You feel the cool metal from his singlet ring press into your skin and you listen as a quiet gasp escapes your lips.

His eyes meet yours again and you watch as he pulls his hand away. You watch him as he stands up from his seat, his empty glass in his hand, “I should probably go. It’s late,” he says.

You stand up and follow him over to the sink, placing your empty glass in the sink too.

 Just as Rafe turns around, your hand lands on his bicep. You fix your eyes to his black suit jacket as you gently scratch your nails across the material.

You look up at him through your lashes, being sure to bat them just enough to make him fall weak. Knowing exactly how to get to him. He leans back against the sink and watches you through hooded eyes, “What are you doin’, huh?” he mutters.

You chew on your bottom lip and give him a teasing grin, “Nothing,” you hum. “Have you been working out?” You ask him, being sure to squeeze at his now tensed muscle. 

He nods, “Yeah, couldn’t you tell?” he teases.

The corner of your mouth lifts into a smirk, “I did think you were bigger…”

He steps closer to you, his breathing growing heavy, “Yeah?” he asks quietly.

You keep your eyes on him and nod slowly as you move your hand further up his bicep. You reach his shoulder and begin to tug at the collar of his white shirt, showing you his thin gold chain.

You let out a breathy sound, feeling the anticipation build. The heat of his body is radiating from him as he towers above you, so tall and broad.

You flutter your lashes once more and he releases a breath that he’s been holding in since you got so close to him, “Don’t look at me like that.” He says this more as a warning.

You hold your stare, keeping that doe look in your eyes as your hand reaches his neck, your fingers gently wrap around the nape of his neck as you lean in closer. His breath hitches and you know you’re affecting him.

“Why?” You finally ask him.

His eyes stay on yours before they drift down to your plumped lips, the red lipstick distracting him as his mind runs wild. His eyes eventually meet yours again, “Because that look got you pregnant last time.”

There’s a silence between the both of you.

You finally speak, keeping your eyes soft and large, “Really? That’s so long ago… I can barely remember it. I’m finding it hard to recall,” you tease him with a gentle smile as you bring your other hand to his neck, pulling him in closer to you.

Your faces are mere inches apart, his eyes dart between your eyes and your lips when he says, “Do you want me to remind you, baby?”

You give in to him instantly and nod your head. 

His lips crash into yours and you both release moans of relief. He backs you both up until the back of your legs hits the side of the wooden table. You gasp and pull away from his kiss for a second, “Rafe-”

He drops his hands to your hips and lifts you onto the table. You immediately wrap your legs around his waist and pull him towards you again. 

He looks down at you, his strong hands kneading at your hips, “If you don’t want this, tell me now because once I’m inside you again, I’m never going to stop.” His voice is rough and his breathing is heavy.

All you can do is nod as the ache between your legs grows. 

He nods, “Yeah?”

“Yes, Rafe.”

That’s all he needs.

He pushes you back onto the table making you knock your black bag and empty wine bottle off of the table.

He leans down and presses his lips back against yours, tasting the sweet wine you’d both shared and the taste of your lipgloss.

The kiss is hungry. So fucking hungry you worry you might be kissing him too hard, but, when he grunts into your mouth and ruts his hips into the side of the table, searching for anything to ease the pain of his throbbing cock, you know you’re doing something right.

You slide your hand down his torso, feeling his broad chest and flexed abs through his white shirt as you reach for the buckle on his belt. He quickly pulls away from your kiss and throws his jacket off to the side before leaning back down and attaching his lips to your neck. He breathes you in and sighs in relief when the familiarity of your perfume washes over him.

He leaves open-mouthed kisses along your neck as quiet moans escape your mouth. He groans in response and grips your hips hard, pulling you further down the table so you are closer to him, his clothed, aching cock now pressed against your inner thigh.

He pulls away for a moment and leans back. His eyes trail down your body that’s still covered in your black dress. He shakes his head in disbelief, “Prettiest girl ever, huh?”

You don’t even get a chance to reply because he leans back down and tugs down the top of your dress, causing your tits to fall out of the flimsy material far too easily.

He tsks, “Gonna have to buy you a new one,” he tugs at the strap of the dress as your brows furrow, not understanding why he would need-

He cuts you off by practically ripping the dress down your body, tearing the straps with ease.

You gasp, “Rafe!”

He’s too infatuated by your tits to even take notice of what you’re saying. His eyes drop down to your black panties and his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you. His fingers drum on your hips as he stands up straight again.

He keeps his eyes on yours as he slowly kneels between your parted legs. You use your forearms to push yourself up, watching the boy you were obsessed with as a teenager pull your panties to the side.

You feel your clit ache as your head drops back. He eyes your soaked cunt, watching the way your clit pulsates without him needing to touch you yet. He drags his hand down your thighs, the metal of his ring making your body shiver as he brings that same finger down to your entrance.

You chew on your lip and lift your head to watch him. His soft blue eyes are gone and they’re filled with darkness.

The same darkness he had the night he got you pregnant.

“Rafe, please…” you plead and lift your hips towards him. 

“Yeah? Need to feel me, right? Never got to take my time with you last time, you got too fucking desperate. Gonna take as much time as I want now…”

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part 2

[sexyxdylanxobrien]

Hello! Awesome to see you're taking requests again. Could I please request Cnc headcanons for asa please and thank you? 💖

Asa Emory CNC headcanons!

Thanks for the request! It’s specified in the fic but I just want to re-iterate that everything is consensual and part of a scene! Also I love Asa and need to bite his tummy : 3

Reader is gender neutral!

Trigger warnings for consensual non consent, medical play, pet play, kidnapping, human pets, bondage and degradation.

Requests are open!

Scenes are always discussed and prepared beforehand, making sure both of you go over what kind of kinks it will include, what kind of setting it will be in, the toys and equipment needed and a refresher on the safe word/traffic light system. Asa may be sadistic sometimes but he would hate to actually make you feel unsafe or feel out of control and unable to call it off.

Scenes can be a range of things, the possibilities are pretty endless when you own a huge hotel with seemingly endless rooms. The woods out the back of the hotel are also an option! Perfect for ominous misty nights where you want to be stalked like prey. You may even end up with unused rooms converted solely for this purpose if you find yourself going back to that kind of scene on the regular.

You absolutely have a room dedicated to medical play, various pieces of sterilised medical equipment sits in the drawers, stethoscopes, black nitrile gloves, speculums and a nice big examination bed with conveniently placed cuffs.

Why don’t you come take a seat and let the doctor check you out? He’ll be gentle, promise. See? It’s ok, just let him check over your chest, have to check your heart is working ok, don’t we? Just try ignore the way he prods and gropes at your chest, fingers running across your nipples in the process, it’s all part of the procedure.

Squirming will land you a harsh slap on the thigh, as will trying to close your legs, why can’t you just let him work? There’s nothing wrong about the way his cool gloved hands slowly creep higher and higher towards your core, teasing the edge of your underwear. If you can’t sit still and be good he’ll be forced to cuff your ankles to the table, rendering you defenceless as he slips his lubed fingers into your cute little hole. seeing you struggle and cry only makes him harder. What are you going to do, report him to the board? They would never believe you. It’s what little sluts like you deserve. Now be good and don’t make a scene as he fucks you into the medical bed, we wouldn’t want to alert any patients outside.

Kidnapping scenarios are always fun between you two, reliving the moment you were captured but with a more exciting twist. A bigger box would be made for you, as much satisfaction as he gets from manhandling you into position and crumpling you into the box he wouldn’t want to actually hurt you or let any of your limbs go numb from lack of space. If you’re really keen to be bound tighter then you can add bondage to the mix inside the box. Asa will routinely verbally check in to make sure you’re not cramping or need a break. One knock for no, two for need a break and three for safewording.

The drive to your new home is quiet on your end, drool from the cloth gag spilling onto your chin. You can faintly hear the radio over the rumble of the engine and occasional bumps in the road. Panicked hands are pulled taught behind you as you’re marched into the hotel, there’s no point in fighting, he’ll drag you in by your hair if he has to. Don’t worry about the barley human specimens grabbing at the cage as you pass, he would never do that to you, no, you’re to precious too him. You’ll be staying by his side whether you like it or not, freedom is a privilege.

This little mattress and collar connected to the wall beside his bed is all yours! Perfect for him to watch over you at all times. It’s also perfect for him to force his cock into you whenever he wants, keeping you underdressed and easy to access. You can scream all you want, bite the pillows for all he cares. No one is going to hear or be able to help you. Asa’s going to keep you all open and pliant at all times, toys buried in your holes to keep you nice and ready for him whenever he decides to fuck you face down into the mattress. It would be alot easier if you stop trying to break out of his hold. You’re just a set of holes, may aswell learn your place and take what he gives you, it’s all you’re good for after all. Or does he need to drug you?

Petplay is a favourite for both of you, the scenes can be intense even if non sexual in nature, just being kept as an unwilling human pet that’s nothing more than an animal to him, so either way it can be enjoyable.

Does puppy want to be let out of its cage? Why would you want that? You have blankets, a water and food bowl, chew toys. Everything a little mutt like you could ever need. Maybe if you wiggle your little silicon doggie tail plugged ass for him convincingly enough he’ll think about it.

You’re learning to do tricks just like every good pet should, how long can you take your masters cock down your throat before you choke? Not good enough, you’re doing this again until Asa’s satisfied with your progress. Keep your hands to yourself unless you want to be punished, scratch at his thighs for a breath and he’ll only fuck your face harder and longer, drinking in your distressed tears.

aww you want to breathe? Your master decides when you’re allowed to pop off of his hard cock, choking down a desperate breath. Maybe if your a good mutt he’ll let you hump his boot to get yourself off, after all, he would never touch a filthy desperate animal like you.

Aftercare is incredibly important and cannot be skipped. After the scene is over Asa will tell you how good you’ve been, gently untying you from any binds and carrying you to your shared bed. He’s more than happy to cuddle and pet you whilst you float in Subspace for a while longer. Easy to eat snacks will be prepared and fed to you, bottled water or juice sweetly lifted to your lips, helping you take small manageable sips. Once you’re feeling more present Asa will reassure you about the scene, letting you know he doesn’t actually think those things about you and how much he cherishes you.

Showering comes later, running you a warm bath complete with bubbles and oils, washing away the days activities and leaving you warm and supple. Comfy pyjamas are a must, Asa helps you into them before marching your ass straight back to bed, ready to take a well deserved nap.

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jj maybank headcanons

pairing: bf!jj x fem!reader

context: jj maybank as your boyfriend.

words: 657

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. daddy issues, marijuana use, alcohol use, abandonment issues, attachment issues, physical and mental abuse, SMUT

jj's 100% the definition of a "golden retriever" boyfriend.

your relationship doesn't start out all sunshine and rainbows at first, though.

y'all were definitely a friends with benefits to lovers story.

at first, y’all kept it completely physical because you were both afraid of getting too attached and hurting each other.

jj felt like this, especially. he just didn’t think he was good enough for you.

but even when y’all were just fucking, he’d do the sweetest things for you. including making sure you were all cleaned up afterwards.

once you started dating though, the sweetness only amplified.

he doesn’t have much money, but he ALWAYS brings you flowers that he’s picked from somewhere—whether that be some kook’s garden, the country club, or even outside the chateau.

you are his absolute number one priority and the most important thing in his life.

you’re his ray of sunshine.

whenever things get bad at home with luke, you’re the first person he comes to.

when luke hits him and he shows up at your door with bruises, you nurse him back to health.

when luke talks down to him and makes him feel like a piece of shit, you reassure him that he’s not.

“you’re perfect, j. it’s not your fault.”

he’s terrified of losing you.

sometimes he thinks you’re going to see all his flaws and leave him just like his mom did. you always tell him otherwise, though.

“i’m not going anywhere, baby.”

when he gets anxious after all the pogues start fighting, you squeeze his hand three times and that makes him feel better.

he’s convinced he doesn’t deserve you.

he always takes you out on adventurous little dates—and sometimes, y’all get in trouble for it.

you’re his number one surfing buddy.

he was the one who taught you how to surf.

your family’s the family he’s never had.

he loves when your family invites him over for dinner and he gets to play with your little siblings, who absolutely adore him.

when you and the pogues smoke together, his favorite thing is when you hold the joint out in front of him and let him take a hit that way.

you always help him with his party trick when he tries to do it on the hms pogue.

you’re the only one who can keep up with him when it comes to taking shots and drinking. john b, pope, and kie always tap out.

sometimes you get insecure about his close friendship with kie, but he always assures you that it’s only you.

“i love you. you got that?”

his favorite nicknames for you are mama, princess, baby, and baby girl.

you’re the only one he’s ok with addressing him by his full name—jesse james.

don’t think everything’s perfect though, sometimes you fight too.

especially about guns. and jj getting into fights.

you always nurse him back to health regardless, but you hate when he gives in and scrambles with whoever.

fights are non-negotiable if someone says shit about you, though.

not only will he go against your wishes about him fighting, but he’ll make sure he wins.

speaking of jealousy, it doesn’t happen often, but he definitely still gets jealous every now and then. and he loves reminding you that you're his.

“you’re mine, princess.”

he’ll show you that in bed too.

and since it's jj, he's an ABSOLUTE FREAK in the sheets, and kinky as hell too.

he'll tie you up, eat you out, and make you cum over and over again until you beg him to stop.

he loves bending you over and fucking you while giving your ass a little smack.

he chokes you occasionally, but prefers pulling your hair.

he will lick anything off of you and tease your clit until you're squirming.

he definitely has a daddy kink too.

when you give him head, he loves giving you facials.

and his favorite position is your legs on his shoulders.

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REQUEST hii i have an idea for a jj imagine. so we all know that many girls are into jj. pogues, tourists and even kooks. so he thinks he can he every girl with just one pick up line. one day he sees a girl that rlly takes away his breath. so he goes over to her and says a pick up line or smth like that. but she rejects him. (she’s also a pogue and loves freedom as much as jj does. she also has similar future plans) but the rejection keeps him up at night. it kinda makes her interesting yk. also she rlly kind to everybody and often saves turtles with kie. so he tries to win her heart again and again. asks her out. gives her small gifts like ribbons for her hair or pretty seashells. and after one party he gives her his shoes cause her feet hurt from her high heels. (ofc the pogues tease him for turning into a loyal pup for her and he rejects every girl even though she rejected him) but then she finally says yes. and he takes her out on a rlly rlly cute date yk. i hope you like the idea and have fun writing!

PAIRING JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

TW/TAGS Pure fluff, JJ's head over heels for the reader, alcohol consumption.

SUMMARY Even if you kept rejecting JJ he wasn't going to give up until you gave him at least a date.

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JJ was totally used to having any girl he wanted with just a snap of his fingers, so when he saw you he thought it would be the same, oh how wrong he was.

The pogues were at a usual bonfire on the beach and then that's when he laid his eyes on you. He had never seen you and if he had he would remember you, you were the most breath-taking girl he had ever seen.

"Take this, I'm going to go there." He brought his cup to his lips and took a big sip, passing the red container to Pope. He and Kiara directed their gaze to where the blonde had it and Kie let out a small airy laugh.

"She's not going to give in, Jayj." she warned, taking a sip from her own cup.

"Everybody does it." JJ said this with a triumphant smile and began to walk towards you with an air of confidence and when he arrived next to you you were unaware of his presence while you were talking to your own friends. It wasn't until one of them looked behind you that you realized the blonde's presence.

"Oh, hello."

"Hello, pretty girl, what's your name?" He asked, looking directly into your eyes and you sensed, since it was more than obvious, his intentions.

"y/n, what's yours?"

"I'm JJ, nice to meet you." He sent you a smile. "I have a question for you."

"Spit it out." You tried not to smile so he wouldn't think you were falling.

"Do you have a band-aid? Because I scraped my knees falling for you." He blurted out and this time you couldn't help but smile a little.

"Nice try, pretty boy, but keep trying." You smiled, gently patting his cheek and returned to your conversation with your friends. He was about to talk to you again but he cursed under his breath and went back to his own friends.

"So, it went well." Kiara scoffed and JJ gave her a dirty look.

"I need another drink."

After that interaction you couldn't get out of JJ's mind for a long time.

One day he was relaxing with the boys while Kiara and Sarah had gone to the beach to clean it up.

When they returned, Sarah walked first towards the Chateau, walked towards her boyfriend and kissed his lips.

"Where is Kiara?" Pope asked, looking at the girl and she smiled, looking askance at JJ, without understanding why that look, he ignored her, taking a sip of his beer.

"She's with y/n." She announced simply and JJ nearly choked on his drink.

"y/n? JJ's y/n?" John b asked curiously.

"Yes, exactly her."

"Hi guys." Kiara greeted and someone was behind the brunette, JJ managed to make out the figure of the girl he had been daydreaming about for a week since their last interaction. "She's going to stay and eat with us." Kiara smiled putting her arm over your shoulders.

"Hello." You greeted everyone politely and noticed JJ's presence and smiled remembering what happened the last time you spoke. JJ's heart fluttered at your attention on him and he looked at you through his eyelashes as he took another big gulp of his beer.

The afternoon passed quite calmly, JJ tried to get your attention all afternoon while helping you with anything you needed.

At the end of the day when you had to go to your own house you said goodbye to each of them and the moment you kissed his cheek to say goodbye, he couldn't be happier in his life, he had declared that the happiest day of all his existence.

Time passed and passed and you continued to spend more and more time in the group until you became one of them.

Although you had rejected him many times, since he had tried to invite you several times again and each time you rejected him, he rejected every girl that flirted with him, he still had hope that you would accept him one day.

Of course this did not go unnoticed by you and little by little you felt how your heart began to beat for him.

When you saw the redhead girl who was too close to him and he rejected her leave, he reached over to you and took something out of his shorts pocket.

"This is for you, I found it on the beach and I thought you would like it since you collect them." He babbled awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he held out a pretty seashell to you.

You smiled looking at the object in his hand and then at him, taking it and making his heart pound at the short brush of the soft skin of your hands against the rough skin of his.

"Thank you, Jay." You thanked with a smile, putting the shell in your bag and continued talking with Kie and Sarah, looking out of the corner of your eye at the blonde's excited face.

For him, you were the type of girl that could only be real in dreams, and for you he would walk through burning fire even if your kiss killed him. He would die for you.

It was Friday night and there was a party to which everyone had been invited. While you were dancing with Sarah or Kiara you could feel a certain blonde's gaze on you, so to give him a little show, you danced provocatively, winking one of your eyes at him, making him blush and look away, nervous.

At the end of the night you ended up totally tired and dizzy from the drink you had had.

But as soon as JJ approached you to offer you a walk on the seashore you couldn't refuse.

The two of you were so close that he swore he could smell the scent of your coconut body cream.

Your hands brushed from time to time, making JJ's heart flutter in his chest.

He was busy admiring you until you spoke.

"Ugh, these heels are killing meeeeeee." you complained, slurring your words and frowning.

JJ quickly thought of a solution to help you.

"I'll give you my shoes." He began to undo the laces of his combat boots clumsily and you looked at him as if he had suddenly grown an extra head.

"What? No! I mean, are you sure?" you watched his every move and he nodded looking at you with a smile.

"It's no big deal. Everything for my pretty princess." You were thankful that you were already blushing from the alcohol and that it was dark so he wouldn't see the effect his words had on you. "There you go." He left them next to you and knelt in front of you, starting to undo the clasp of your heels.

"No, no, I can do it myself." you were about to bend over to undo your own heels but he shooed your hands away.

"I want to do it." He muttered and finally undid both heels. He helped you into his boots and you sighed as you no longer felt the tension your heels produced. "There you go. Better?"

"Yes, thank you very much Jayj." You thanked him and leaned towards him to give him a kiss that in your intoxicated brain you thought had been on the cheek but in reality it was on the corner of his lips.

But JJ swore he could die happy there with that simple kiss.

"Okay, let's go back, beautiful lady, the others must be looking for us." He offered you his arm and you linked yours with his. All while he held your heels with his free hand and walked barefoot on the beach with his favorite girl.

At the end of the day you ended up asleep in his room at the Chateau while he slept on the couch in the living room.

The next day, JJ woke up earlier than he normally would. Even John B, seeing him in the kitchen, thought he was hallucinating.

"Are you feeling sick? Or am I still asleep? What are you doing up so early?" He looked at the saucepan on the fire where some eggs were cooking that looked better than anyone would expect them to come out if JJ cooked. "And since when do you know how to cook?"

"Shut the fuck up, dude, y/n's asleep." He pointed to the hallway that led to his room and everything seemed to make sense in John B's sleepy brain.

"Oh I see." He snuck up behind the blonde to steal one of the strawberries he didn't know were in the house, but before he could steal it, JJ slapped John B's hand away.

"Get your ass out of here."

"Jesus, calm down." John B raised his hands in surrender and walked back the way he came.

When he finally finished cooking everything and making it look decent, he took the glass with orange juice, an aspirin and the plate with eggs, bacon and chopped fruit on another plate and he headed towards his own room, where you were.

He knocked on the door and upon hearing your voice, he entered. You were sitting, leaning against the headboard of the bed, and you looked at JJ with a shy smile.

He looked at you and if he thought you normally looked beautiful, seeing you like this was totally a privilege. Although your hair was completely messy, you were not wearing makeup -because he took care of removing it with the products that Sarah told him would help- and on one of his t-shirts, for him it was like seeing a goddess in all her splendor.

"I made you breakfast, I figured you'd be hungry." He left the glass on the side table and the plate of fruit, while he offered the other plate to you and you took it, murmuring a small 'thank you'.

"You're not going to eat?" you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, taking a bite.

"Nah, maybe later."

You looked at him disapprovingly and picked up the bacon with your fork, holding it out to him.

"You need to eat."

He rolled his eyes with a smile and accepted the bite, making you smile as well.

"I've been thinking." He interrupted you.

"What a miracle." He scoffed gently and you tried to punch him.

“I was thinking,” you picked up the topic, grabbing the glass from the table. "And I think you earned a date with me." After that you took a sip and he made such a funny surprised face that it almost made you choke on the juice from laughter.

"What?"

You nodded, confirming your words and he smiled widely.

"I promise you you won't regret it."

"I know." You leaned in and placed a kiss on his cheek, making his cheeks heat up. "Now go, I must change my clothes."

"I think I'll stay here." He sentenced, and made an attempt to get comfortable on the bed but you threw a pillow at him. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving."

And he left his room, but not before giving you a smile and a look full of affection.

"So, you finally agreed." you were on a call with Sarah while you were getting dressed for your date with JJ.

"Yeah, I think he deserved it, a month of rejecting him and he never gave up."

"I hope that even though he got you to go out with him, he doesn't screw up, or I'll castrate him."

You laughed, shaking your head and adjusting the sundress you were wearing.

"So, what do you think?" you stood in front of the camera and she clapped with excitement.

"Yes, baby, that's THE dress." You laughed, fixing your hair and sighed as you heard JJ's motorcycle turn off its engine and you could see him approaching from your window.

"I must go, bye Sarah."

"Goodbye, sweetheart, good luck."

You went to the door of the house and greeted JJ, leaving to approach him.

"You look beautiful, you never fail to make me think that you look more gorgeous every day."

"Thank you." You responded shyly. "You're very handsome too, shall we go?" you extended your hand towards him and he nodded, intertwining his fingers with yours.

"Yeah."

"And we arrived." He announced, removing his hands from over your eyes, revealing a small picnic on the beach that had a basket with food inside, a small but pretty bouquet of white tulips, a bottle of what seemed to be cider, two glasses and some warm lights decorating everything.

The cherry on top was that the sun was about to set. It made everything look so much better.

"I know it's not a lot but—" you cut him off, hugging him tightly, instantly you felt his strong arms wrap around your body.

"It's perfect." You murmured, breaking away and looking at him with a smile. "Come on." You dragged him with you to the sheet in the sand so he could sit next to you.

The afternoon was spent laughing, stories about how you both wanted your future to be, which luckily, both of yours were quite similar, something that did not go unnoticed by JJ, he imagined that you could share your future together by wanting the same.

There was a moment when both of you were silent, although you were admiring the sunset, he admired you.

"You're so beautiful."

You heard him say and you looked at him, a smile was painted on your face as you moved closer towards him and with the sunset and the sound of some birds and the crashing waves, your lips touched his.

And that's when he realized that he was wrapped around your finger, and that there was no other place he'd rather be.

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It takes a while for Rafe to let it happen, but on those days when everything is too much and things haven't been going his way, all he wants/needs is to be held by you and coddled and loved. He'll find you out on the porch swing or in your bed and just climb into your lap and join you. Your fingers run through his hair and let him get settled whilst you still read your book or scroll through your phone. And on even rarer occasions, he'll take your thumb or index finger into his mouth and melt into your embrace. This needier, more dependent side of Rafe takes some coaxing out of him as he's reluctant to let his bravado facade fall away but he knows you'll take care of him and won't judge, just hold him until he's ready to talk.

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Crops and Hands

Kinktober # 3

Warnings: obviously 18+ MDNI!!

Summary: Reader turns Rafe's skin a bright shade of red and Rafe loves it.

Disclaimer: bondage, sub!rafe, spanking

You let Rafe kneel, handcuff him and then help him lean over until his chest is on the matress, his face tilted to the side, his ass up in the air. You warm up the skin of his ass with your hands, kneeding your fingers through his muscles.

"Such a nice ass," you compliment him. And it was. It was a good ass. You let both of your palms come down on it hard.

"You know what's coming, right?" You ask him as he flinches.

"You'll either fuck me or spank me," he says, his voice a little smaller than usual.

You grin. "A little bit of both, actually."

With that, you take your crop, the one with a heartshaped leather patch at the end of it.

"It's gonna be a tough one, today," you tell him and that is all the warning he gets, before you start spanking him.

You don't go hard on the individual hits but rather clap your crop all over his ass rapidly so that there is almost no time in between. When he manages to just take it and stay still entirely, you increase the intensity a little bit. You don't want to go easy on him but push him from time to time. It definitely takes some time before he starts wiggling around a bit, trying to escape your crop.

"Four hits more to finish the first round," you say and he groans when he hears first round, but you ignore it. "Stay still and count them out."

These four hits you bring down on him with much more force than the other ones. He hisses as he counts but he takes them really well. In general, you are more than impressed by him but then again, you knew that he is a real slut for pain.

You praise him when you stop, letting your hands rub over the skin of his ass again. It is all warm and red already and you love it.

"Here's a little reward," you say as you lube up three of your fingers and push the first one inside. He moans as you play with his entrance a little bit, pushing the tip of your finger in and out. Then you push it in entirely in one swift motion which makes him moan again. "Such a bitch for anything anal, aren't you?" You tease him, resting one of your hands on the small of his back while working the other one in and out of him. He moans and pushes his hips against your hand. "And for anything painful as well," you say.

"Not anything," he replies, already panting a little.

"That's true," you agree, "But you love a good spanking!"

"I do," he agrees in return and whines when you pull out your finger.

"You'll get the second one after the next round, I promise," you reassure him, grab your crop and start spanking him again.

You go harder this time, leaving more breaks inbetween the individual hits but the hits themselves are much more forceful. He flinches with basically each of them and you can see that it takes a lot of effort from him to stay in his position, offering himself to you so willingly. But he does, he stays where he is supposed to be, gasping tiny little breaths, in rhythm with each hit. You love that at one point during impact play he always gets really needy and pliant. It takes you a little by surprise when you realise that he has reached this point already.

"Such a good boy," you praise him and work your crop further down, spanking the back of his thighs as well. You continue for a little bit before you decide that it is enough for now.

You put down your crop and spread more lube on your fingers. Feeling a little mischievous, you dribble some lube right on his hole and over his ass, making him jump as the cool gel hits the hot skin.

You start playing with his entance again. He pushes back but you go with the movement so that your finger does not slide in just yet. "You need to use your word," you tell him. "Ask for it."

You just love watching him blush and try to hide his pretty face.

He swallows, clearly debating with himself. In the end, he aparently decides to just go for it and not waste any time. "Can I please have your fingers, mistress?" He asks quietly. You rub one finger up and down his crack just to rile him up.

"Where do you want them, Rafe?" You ask.

You can feel him getting more embarrassed. It takes him a while to say it out loud. "In me. I want your fingers in me."

You decide to push him further and take your hands off of his ass. "Where exactly? In your mouth?" You ask with a smirk on your face.

He lets out a frustrated puff. "No," he breathes out. "Inside my ass."

"Oh, just say so," you tease him and push in your middle finger entirely before he can say anything else. "I love seeing you turn red." You tell him because you know he likes to hear things like that. You find his prostate and rub your finger over it, letting him have that pleasure for a little while before you pull your finger out only to push two back in at the same time. He tries and fails to stilfe a moan.

"Do you like that?" You ask him as you fuck him with two fingers. Still, you can't really believe your luck. Rafe Cameron is letting you play with him like that, using him as you wish. Life is crazy.

"I do," he replies and his voice almost breaks on the two syllables. You finger fuck him a little while longer, pulling out, pushing in, curling them and rubbing over his prostate, making him make the prettiest noises a boy can do.

"So hard for me," you say as you pull out. You let one of your nails travel down his hole, down his perineum, over his balls, down the shaft of his penis, to the tip. It is the first time today that you touch his penis and he immediately wiggles his hips, dreading the sharp contact and wanting more at the same time.

You leave it at that and grab your crop once more.

"Round three," you announce right before you bring down the crop on his skin again. He flinches with the first one but quickly catches himself.

This time, you start by spanking his ass but then you let your hits travel down. They get lighter as you start hitting his balls but that doesn't mean it gets less intense on Rafe's side.

"Be still and take it," you remind him as you let the crop tap over his balls again and again. He sucks in a breath and holds it. "Breathe out, Rafe," you order but you don’t stop hitting his balls. "Come on, breathe through it."

You love when he needs to be told to breathe.

When it gets too much, he tilts his hips, trying to get away from you - first to the left, then to the right, when you simply follow him with your crop.

"Where do you think you're going?" You scold him, hitting him harder now, "You're not getting away from me. Ass up for me, come on!"

He groans in pain but he does manage to get back in position.

"Ten on the ass and then another set of ten on the balls as a punishment," you tell him, "Count them out."

You don't go easy on him - you never do but especially with punishments, you are very strict.

He hisses when you let the crop come down hard on his ass. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six... He breathes heavily. "Breathe, Rafe!" You tell him but you don't stop or give him a break. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. He is properly panting now, completely out of breath.

"Stay still and take it, come on," you tell him as you move your hits down to his balls right away. He has a hard time taking the hits and counting them out loud now but you make him take it without any pity.

As soon as you are done with the ten hits to his balls, you stop immediately and go back to praising him. "There you go," you praise him as he lets out a sigh of relief.

To take his mind off the pain, you let two fingers slide inside of him right away and take your free hand to his cock, stroking him in rhythm with the fingers pushing in and out of his ass.

He cannot help but gasp with pleasure. He rocks his hips back and forth when you have your fingers in him, obviously craving for something. Your flat hand comes down hard on his already spanked skin. "Keep those hips still," you demand. "I know what you want," you say and curl your fingers so that you brush over his prostate. Again, he gasps loudly. "But I'm only giving it to you when I want to. Your job is to do what I say and take whatever I say, are we clear?" Your flat hand comes down on his ass again.

"Yes mistress," he moans.

You make sure to brush over his prostate every now and then, giving him something but never enough. You can tell that it frustrates him and he increasingly struggles with staying still.

"That's a good boy," you praise and grab a medium sized plug. "Here, I'm gonna give you something to enjoy during the next round."

You put a good amoun of lube on it before you place the plug against his entrance. He recognizes it immediately. "Thank you, mistress," he mutters even though he can't be too sure whether it is a plug or a prostate massager - he probably doesn't care anyway.

"How about, you beg for it?" You ask him, "You asked so nicely before."

He groans in frustration and hides his face against his arms again but he is so desperate by now that he starts begging right away.

"Can you please push it in, mistress?"

"Yeah, do you want it up your ass?" You put a little bit of pressure on it.

"Yeah," he croaked out.

"Yeah?" You ask again, increasing the pressure but still not pushing hard enough to let it slide in any further. "You don't even know how big it is."

"I don't care," he whimpers, pushing his hips back against the plug.

"You just want something in you, don't you?" You ask, completely in awe with how pliant he is by now.

"Yes, mistress, please," he whispers against his arm.

"Okay, push back until it is in all the way," you tell him and he obeys.

It has to hurt a little. The plug isn't too big but it is no small plug either and he only had your fingers before but Rafe doesn't seem to mind. He pushes his hips back steadily, breathing through it, until the plug sinks in entirely. "There you go, good boy," you praise him, stroking his hard cock a couple of times.

"You look so good like this," you tell him and kiss one of his ass cheeks.

"Thank you, mistress," he breathes out, hard and turned on but very content with the plug in him now.

"Let's go for another round then," you whisper and bring down your bare hand on his skin.

Over and over again, until your hand tingles from the impact. The skin of his ass is hot to touch, just link the skin of the back of his thighs. You have worked him thoroughly today but you know he loves it, he even asked for it, and you are not done with him quite yet.

"Do you feel that plug inside of you when I hit you?" You ask at one point.

It takes a while for him to answer, totally lost in the moment. "Yes, mistress," he pants out. You hit him again and again and a third time before you reach to your phone and activate the vibrations of the plug.

He lets out a high pitched shout and jolts forward, clearly not having expected that. Immediately after, he gets back into the position you want him to be in. You let it slide.

"Sorry," he groans, his tone a mixture of apology and arousal.

"That feels good, mh?", you ask, kneeding the red skin of his ass.

"Yeah," he whispers.

You let your hand come down on his ass a couple of times, making sure to hit the plug with every other hit.

Then you reach between his legs and grab his cock. He is super hard and leaking precum even though you almost haven't touched him at all. To end the spanking on a high note, you hit his balls with your bare hands, merely flicking your wrist, but you keep slapping them until he is breathing so rapidly that you know he is about to reach a limit.

So that he does not have any time to recover or catch his breath, you set the vibrations of the plug to a higher level and start to carefully stroke his dick.

He is panting heavily again, nearly choking on every breath, his legs trembling.

"So beautiful" you tell him as you watch your fingers brush down his hard cock, all veins visible. "So, so beautiful. Such a good boy." You watch him in this super vulnerable position one last time, all worked up, the skin of his backside red and hot all over, the plug in his ass, his ass clenching around it.

The sounds he makes are something else - a mixture of moans and sighs and whimpers. All music to your ears.

When his legs tremble so much that you don't think he can stay like this much longer, you rub his cock in a way that you are sure will make him come in seconds.

You are right.

"May I come?" He pants out in between short breaths.

"You may," you tell him - and moments later, he shouts out and comes.

He comes hard. It takes him a while to come back down from this high. "Thank you, mistress," he whimpers every now and them. "Thank you so much."

"Anything for you, pretty boy," you praise him, kiss the small of his back, turn off the plug and pull it out.

You brush your fingers all over his skin and stay with him until his breathing is back to normal. It really does take him several minutes.

When he is responsive again - to a certain degree at least - you help him to lay on his stomach and turn to the side, so that you can loosen the ties.

After that, you lie down next to him so that you are facing each other. "Hey babe," you whisper quietly, brushing your hands through his sweaty, disheveled hair.

"Hey babe," he whispers back, swallowing against a dry throat. He closes his eyes, completely exhausted.

"Are you alright? Things got pretty intense there," you ask carefully.

He smiles, his eyes still closed. "I'm good, don't worry," he says quietly.

You bring your lips to his forehead, dropping little kisses all over his face. "You did so good," you murmur against his skin. "So good."

His smile becomes bigger. All bondage aside, praise will always be his biggest kink .

(inspiration)

[sexyxdylanxobrien]

Strap On Fun

Kinktober 2023 # 1

There he is. Rafe Cameron tied up, right in front of you. Fully naked. All yours to play with. You still cannot believe how lucky you are that this beautiful man not only turned out to love subbing but also turned out to be your sub.

Disclaimer: bondage, sub!rafe, strapon sex, praise kink

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There he is. Rafe Cameron tied up, right in front of you. Fully naked. All yours to play with. You still cannot believe how lucky you are that this beautiful man not only turned out to love subbing but also turned out to be your sub.

You tied his wrists together, attached the restraints to the headboard of your bed and pulled his hips as far down the bed as possible, so that now, he is spread out on your bed, arms bound, no where to go.

You let your hands run over his outstretched arms, feeling up his muscles, feeling them tense under your hands. You watch his face, completely relaxed, anticipating what you have in store for him, his eyes watching your every move in return. Your fingers travel down his biceps, his triceps, over his arm pits which makes him wiggle for a second.

He laughs.

“I should tickle you some time,” you tease him with a smirk, “And you’d just have to take it.”

“Evil,” he replies and the way he says it, you know it is a compliment.

You grab his chin and kiss him. You kiss him tenderly at first, lovingly, nibbing at his lips, letting your tongue explore his mouth. He responds easily, kisses you back. Your kisses become rougher after a while and he knows that he just has to take whatever you offer to him, so he lets you do to his mouth whatever you want. “Beautiful,” you whisper against your lips once you are done with him. That he was, with his lips wet and swollen now, still staring up at you, expectant. Beautiful.

You let your hands explore his body again. You explore his face, his throat, his shoulders, his chest, his nipples. You stop there. He is so responsive. His nipples for sure are more sensitive than normal. You love playing with them. You roll them between your fingers, you let your nails scratch over them, you kiss them, you lick them, you suck them. Each of your touches drag a sound of pleasure out of him, each of your touches go straight to his dick. If it wasn’t so hot, it would be ridiculous. “I love how sensitive your nipples are,” you tell him because he deserves to know how much that turns you on.

Once you have wound him up enough by simply playing with his chest, you let your hands travel further down. Over his chest, over his muscles, down his sides, towards his stomach. By the time you reach his legs, he is trembling and his dick is fully hard and ready to play with. You choose to ignore it a little while longer though. You let your hands run up and down his inner thighs, alternating between the soft touch of the tips of your fingers and the rough touch of your nails. He moans loudly.

“Look at how turned on you are and I haven’t even touched your dick,” you praise him.

“I’m excited for what’s to come,” he replies.

That makes you laugh. “You don’t even know yet!”

“Doesn’t matter,” he says. He was literally born to sub to you. So far, there was not one thing you did to him that he did not like – and you are a domme that pushes hard.

“Alright,” you say softly and suck on his inner thigh, making sure to leave a mark so that he had a little keepsake from today’s session.

He moans loudly.

You get up to get lube, two different plugs, your strap on and a dildo of your choice. With a soft smile that he can’t see, you attach the dildo to the harness.

Then you turn back to him and continue to work him up by kissing down his torso. You take your sweet time, making sure he gets hot all over and relaxes completely.

You guide his legs up so that you get a better access to his ass. “There you go,” you whisper softly, slicking up your fingers with lube and without another warning you suck down his dick and circle his entrance with your finger. He gasps. You are just starting.

You tease his dick with your tongue, your lips and your whole mouth while you’re pressing down on his hole, working first one, then another finger inside of him. He opens up easily, the result of having his ass played with on a regular basis. When he is ready for it, you lubricate the smaller plug and push it in in one go. His whole body trembles when the thickest part glides inside. “Ugh,” he groans, his face twisted in discomfort for a short moment.

You choose not to comment on it but continue playing with his dick, riling him up further. Stroking him with a slow but steady rhythm, your fist closed enough to apply firm pressure, you bring him to edge of an orgasm before you stop. He knew that he wouldn’t be allowed to cum just yet but he still puffs out a short, clearly disappointed gasp when you pull your hand away.

You grab the second plug which is bigger than the first one, it is not thicker by much but it is longer for sure. You hold it in front of his mouth. “Stick your tongue out,” you order and he does complies. You rub the plug along his tongue, carefully pushing it inside his mouth. “Suck it,” you order next and he complies again, closing his lips around it, sucking the toy that will soon be in his ass.

“Good boy,” you praise him. He smiles at you, his eyes a little dreamy already.

“Pull your legs up,” you tell him next, “Knees to your chest.” He does and you use one arm to push his legs further onto his torso, exposing his ass.

What. A. Sight.

He moans when you pull out the small plug. You quickly replace it with two of your fingers. It turns you on to feel the difference to before. You finger him for a little while, bending your fingers to find his prostate. He moans again. Much louder this time. “That’s it, huh?” You ask, working your fingers inside of him, again and again, rubbing against his prostate.

“Yeah,” he whimpers.

“Am I good to you then? Am I making you feel good?” You ask teasingly.

“So good, mistress,” he drawls. You let him have a couple of moments of this before you decide, it’s time to change that.

You pull out your fingers and drizzle more lube on his hole – such a trivial thing but yet so intimate and sexy. He hisses at the coldness of it. Then you start to push in the bigger plug. It takes a little while longer to work in than the first one but he still takes it ease.

“That’s a long one,” he pants when it enters him completely.

“It is,” you agree but it also makes you smirk because you know what you have in store for him and that would be a lot bigger.

You keep your arm at the back of his thighs, pressing them down against his chest. Without much force, you hit his ass with your open hand a couple of times – not necessarily to inflict a great amount of pain, but to make him feel the plug that is nestled deep inside of him. Even though he is used to more severe spankings, he hisses at each hit. It makes you smirk.

You let go of him and his feet come back down to the mattress.

You step inside the harness of your strapon and then move to kneel over his face. His eyes lighten up immediately when he notices what is about to come. “I will sit on your face and I want you to make me cum with your mouth, understood?” You ask and he nods, eagerly eyeing your pussy already.

You fasten the strapon as he gets started and you cannot believe how good he is at this. He flicks his tongue in just the right way, sticks it inside of you just how you like it and drags it over your clit at exactly the right time. You wish you could say that you trained him like this but this was all him. He is really good at learning what a new partner likes.

You bend forward, using his legs for support and let yourself have this.

“So good,” you praise him. “So, so good.” You thrust your hips a little and he immediately sticks his tongue out so that you can slide your pussy over it in the rhythm you desire.

It does not take you long to cum even though you could spend hours doing this. He licks you through your orgasm and sucks in your clit when you are nearly coming down, drawing out your orgasm like this. Your legs are shaking with it and you love it.

You swing around so that you can actually see his face and start kissing him as a reward. You are both panting with exhaustion and you can taste yourself on his lips and it is just so incredibly hot you really want to do it again. “Such a good boy,” you praise him when you pull back, looking at his face with awe. “Making me cum so hard.”

He smiles up at you. “Thank you for letting me eat you out,” he tells you.

“Your turn now,” you tell him and wiggle your hips with a sweet smile, the strapon soundly attached to it now. His eyes widen when they fall on the dildo.

“This is huge,” he says incredulously.

“It’s not,” you disagree. “It’s big and the biggest I ever made you take but there are bigger ones out there.”

He swallows.

“How about you put that mouth to good use again?” You push your hips forward so that the tip of the dildo is not far from his lips. “Get it all wet and get a good feeling for it before I fuck you with it.”

He swallows again and looks up at you for a second but then decides to just do what he’s told to do. He opens his mouth and just like with the plug before, he just goes for it, licks it, sucks it in a way that would make every man cum deep down his throat.

“Good boy,” you praise again and let your finger run through his hair. You scratch his skull a little and pull his hair gently, just like he likes it. Immediately, he moans around the dildo. “So predictable,” you tease him but keep doing it.

When you pull out the plug and replace it once again with your fingers, he tilts his hips so that you can enter him more easily and you just know that he is ready to be fucked properly – no matter how unsure he is about the size of the dildo.

You kneel between his thighs before you push his knees up again, once again holding his legs against his chest. Then you drizzle a generous amount of lube on both his hole and the toy and bring the tip of the strapon to his entrance. He hisses as you begin to push in. You go slowly but determinedly, stroking his cock while stretching him open inch by inch. “It is so big,” he whimpers when about two thirds are in – which is probably the size you normally peg him with.

“It is,” you agree again, “And still, you will take it all the way and I will make you feel good.”

He nods and takes in a big breath, breathing through the stretch.

“You’re taking it so good,” you praise him, “So, so good.” You let your fingers pulsate around the head of his cock which is something that always makes him moan. Just as this time.

It takes a while until you are in all the way but you manage to keep him hard the entire time which is a win because it makes everything so much more exciting. Even though you love to inflict pain you love to provide pleasure even more.

“There you go, all the way in now,” you say and you keep your hips really still for a while to let him get used to the feeling. Stroking his dick steadily with one hand, you take your other to let it run over the back of his thighs and his ass. You notice that the more he gets used to the strapon the harder his dick gets and the more frequent get his little gasps of pleasure. You knew he would love it.

You bend forward which makes him cry out as the strapon shifts inside of him but you keep bending forward until you can kiss him. He kisses back immediately. “Good boy,” you say against his lips, kiss him once more before you mouth down his jawline to his neck, finding sweet spot after sweet spot and using it to work him up.

When his dick is fully hard and throbbing and Rafe is whimpering and on the edge of cuming before you even had the chance to fuck him properly, you pull back so that you are hovering over him.

Slowly, you start moving your hips. His back archs immediately. “Do you remember,” you say softly, thrusting your hips gently, stroking his hips in rhythm, “When I first put my finger up your ass, I promised you I'd fuck you with a dildo as big as your cock.” He moans obsenely and you are not sure whether it is from your filthy mouth or your strapon or your hand or everthing all at once. “Here we go. This strapon is just as big as your own cock.” Your thrusts get less gentle now. “How does it feel?”

“It’s big, mistress,” he rasps, but immediately after his lips fall open with pleasure.

“But am I making you feel good?” You keep asking.

“Yes, you are, mistress,” he replies and you love how he only addresses you as ‘mistress’ when he is really worked up and in the right headspace.

You continue to thrust into him, slow and steady. “I’m not even sure whether you deserve to feel this good.” He whines and you continue to talk to him. “How many girls did you fuck in the ass without stretching them properly before?” He whines again and deepen your thrusts. “Did you just make them take it? Maybe I should have done that with you, huh? Just make you take it.” His cock is throbbing against your fingers now. “Do you think you deserve to come from this dick? Or will it teach you more of a lesson if I just wind you up, edge you and then leave you there, all stretched open and hard but not allowed to come?” You take your second hand to massage his balls and press against his prostate from the outside at the same time.

He cries out at a particular hard thrust at just the right angle. “No,” he begs, “Please don’t do that. Please, let me cum.”

You let your fingers pulsate around the head of his cock again, making him arch is back again. “That’s it,” you praise him, “Arch that back for me. Show me, how much you want to be fucked.”

You slide the strapon in and out of him in a nice steady rhythm now. Both of you are panting heavily, both enjoying it so much. You can feel his orgasm build up just as much as he can feel it himself. There is a layer of sweat on his skin, his breathing is ragged and his voice is all husky when he asks, “May I please cum, mistress? Please?” and he sounds so fucked up that you almost want to let him cum right now.

“Not yet,” you answer firmly and bend forward again to take your free hand against his throat, grabbing it tightly, fucking him harder and deeper at the new angle. "I'm still not sure whether you actually deserve to cum," you tease him.

He whines loudly.

"Do you think you deserve it?"

"Yes, mistress," he chokes out, arching into your movements, pressing his ass down on your strapon.

"Why?"

He nearly starts crying. "Because," he pants, "I did everything you wanted me to."

You nod. "That is true," you tell him and squeeze his dick a little harder.

He cries out with each thrust. “Please, mistress, please let me cum.” You squeeze his dick to hold him on the edge.

“Let yourself enjoy this a little while longer.”

“Please,” he continues to beg, “Please, let me cum, please, please, please.”

After a couple of thrusts more, you realize that you really can’t keep him from cumming any longer, so you decide to let him.

“You may,” you just say and he immediately cums with a shout. He cums and cums, shooting hot streaks of cum all over your bodies. You fuck him through it, your strap deep in his ass, your fingers firmly around his dick.

When he comes down from his orgasm, his body goes completely still, only jerking every now and then. "Such a good, good boy," you murmur softly against his lips and give him gentle kiss that he does not have the energy to return. You continue to praise him as you pull out the strapon, step out of the harness and get some wipes to wipe his cum off of both of you. He doesn't do much but lay there, a small smile on his lips.

[sexyxdylanxobrien]

The Sounds of a Good Boy

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Synopsis: Rafe submits for the first time and a whole new world of pleasure is opened up to him. (Basically smut with a fluffy ending)

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: SMUT (18+), sub!Rafe, dom!Reader, overstimulation (male receiving), handjobs, praise kink, (slight) pain kink, some tears, fluffy aftercare

Author’s Note: Hi there! This is my first time posting something I’ve written so I’m quite nervous / don’t yet know how it all works so please be patient with me! Having said that, this a sort of excerpt chapter out of a series I’ve started writing - but it can be a stand alone oneshot too. I’ve noticed a severe lack of sub!Rafe content so I decided to do something about it lol. Please let me know what you think and if you’d like it to maybe be a series!

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The Sounds of a Good Boy

He was sat on the bed in front of her, naked per her request. He was looking flushed and needy and so pretty that she wanted to kiss him, but he hadn’t earned that. Not yet.

He was waiting for her to make a move, do something, anything really. But she just stood there, still fully clothed, staring at him. The way her eyes were running over him reminded him of that first night; he felt like she wanted to devour him and that’s the same look she was giving him now. His cock twitched from the heat of her gaze, painfully hard now, desperate for some kind of release. He knew she wouldn’t give it to him though, she made that pretty clear. She wanted him to suffer first.

“Lay down for me.” She ordered, voice low and smooth. He could feel his heart racing as he positioned himself down in the middle of her bed, eyes never straying from her.

She turned towards her dresser and opened up one of the drawers. “You said you wanted to be a good boy.” She trailed off, searching for something. “Did you mean it?” She turned her head to meet his eye, waiting for his response.

His voice was an octave higher than it had been earlier when he spoke. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yes?” “Yes. I meant it.” She seemed satisfied with his answer as she turned and closed the drawer, having found what she was looking for.

She took slow, purposeful steps towards him, as if she had all the time in the world, while he was growing ever more desperate for her touch.

“Do you have a safe word?” She asked, dropping the items she grabbed onto the foot of the bed. He tried making out what it was she brought out but he couldn’t see it. He hadn’t realized he hadn’t answered her untill he felt a sudden pain as she slapped his thigh. He yelped, shocked face looking up at her. “I don’t like repeating myself, Rafe.” Her tone was steady and calm, a stark contrast to her words and actions. He wracked his brain for a moment trying to remember her question. “Um... no?” She quirked her eyebrow at that. “Is that an answer or a question?” She was playing with him.

“No, I don’t.” He stated now, more sure.

She noded. “Pick one. It can be anything, but you need to be able to remember it.” He tried to think of something but for some reason he was drawing a blank.

As if she could sense it, she decided to help him out. “We can use the traffic light method if it’s easier.” He looked at her confused. “What is that?”

“It’s the colors. Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down, check in with your partner. And red means stop.” He was nodding along, seemingly following.

“So when I ask you what your color is you’ll say...” she trailed off there with a purposeful look, holding his gaze. It took a few seconds for him to realize what she wanted him to say. “Green.” He spoke with certainty. She smiled at that. “Good boy.”

The way he swallowed and the way his cock twitched on his stomach at the name did not go unnoticed by her. He liked praise. She expected he would but still felt a warmth in her belly at the confirmation.

“Put your hands behind your pillow, baby.” He groaned at the pet name and promptly obeyed, hands grabbing his pillow from underneath, the anticipation killing him.

She was loving how responsive he was to her already and she hadn’t even touched him yet. “You’re gonna keep them there. Yes?” He nodded, just needing her to get moving already. That wasn’t good enough for her though.

“I need you to use your words. Can you do that?” He gulped at the sight of her climbing onto the foot of her bed, kneeling by his legs. He was taking too long to respond again. “Rafe.” Her voice cut through his daze, sharp- she was losing patience.

“Y-yes. Yes I can...I will.” He was nodding along with his words, determined to stay on her good side, hoping she’ll have some mercy on him. If he could just focus on answering her questions and doing what she says she won’t have reason to get pissed off.

“Okay. Good.” She picked up one of the items from the bed - a jar. “Are you allergic to coconut?” This question threw him for a loop. “What?” She tsked. “We talked about this. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” He shook his head. “No. No I’m not- I’m not allergic.”

“Okay. Good. We’re gonna use this then.” She showed him the jar that said coconut oil. The look on his face made clear he was confused again. “For lube.” She clarified. His eyes widened at that, finally clicking. “Right.”

“I’ve got a few things here that we can try out. If you feel comfortable, of course.” She picked up and showed him a bullet vibrator, an elastic hairtie and a small buttplug. She noticed his reaction to the buttplug was not a particularly excited one. He seemed nervous. “We don’t have to use anything you don’t want.” He swallowed, trying to figure out if his apprehension would end up disappointing her but she was looking at him with nothing but patience and understanding. “I’ve uhm... I’ve never done that.”

“The plug?” He nodded. “Have you ever done anything else? Any butt play?” He shook his head. “No.”

“Okay. We can forget that then.” She pushed the plug away from them.

She seemed understanding. But he wanted to be brave and he wanted to be good and he wanted desperately for her to be pleased with him. “We can uh.. we can try...” he stuttered. She could tell he was scared though. “If you’d like to try anal play we can do that, we can start small. But I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you understand?” She held his gaze as she spoke.

“Yeah. I understand.”

She smiled and his stomach felt fluttery at the sight. So pretty.

“Um but we can try... I mean... I want to try.”

She stared into his eyes looking for any hint of doubt. “Okay, baby. We’ll see how it goes.” She was smiling and he was embarrassed at the fact his cock twitched at the sight.

“What about the rest? You good with these?” She motioned to the vibe and the rubber band. “Yeah.”

“So I wanna try some overstimulation. Do you consent to that?” She was opening the jar of coconut oil as she posed the question. He was buzzing with anticipation, desperate for her to finally touch him. The slap to his other thigh seemed far stronger than the last one and though it shocked him he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him. He realized he hadn’t answered her again.

“Yes! Yes I consent. I consent. Please.” He was whining now, cock throbbing. She was so close and yet so far he thought he might cry if he doesn’t feel her soon.

“Please what?” He groaned at that. She knew what he needed but she’s forcing him to say it. “Please... I need-“ his eyes closed now “Please touch me.”

His eyes snapped open when her hands met his thighs. Her touch was gentle and soothing as she rubbed over the skin where her hits had landed. It stung but it also felt wonderful because she was finally touching him. She ran her hands over his legs and thighs, massaging, rubbing, teasing. It felt good but he needed more. He had been so desperate for so long that now that he felt her skin his cock was already leaking; precum dripping down his tip and onto his stomach. He was red all over and she could feel her excitement dampening her panties. Such a pretty boy. So hard, so needy, so good for her.

She scooped some coconut oil onto her palm and finally made contact with his poor cock. The moan he let out was loud and he would have been embarrassed if it didn’t feel so good. Having her hands rubbing the oil over his cock and balls had him twitching in her palm, panting, eyes closing. He didn’t want to risk coming too quickly so he forced deep breaths into his lungs as she oiled him up. The massage felt wonderful, finally getting the attention he had been desperately craving. She kept going, rubbing on his pubic bone and massaging his hips and thighs. The desperate little noises he was making were working wonders for her ego. She decided she wants to draw out every sound he can possibly make while she teases and pleases him.

Once he was oiled up to her satisfaction, she took hold of the rubber band and gently wrapped it around his cock and balls. He hissed at the odd feeling of constriction. “Too tight?” she asked as she adjusted the band slightly. “It’s fine.” Accepting his breathy answer she pulled away from him, wanting to simply take in the sight before her. He was panting hard, anxious for her next move, wild eyes on her, cock red and throbbing. He looked absolutely delicious.

She could see his eyes getting teary, but he was being good, trying so hard to stay still and patient even though he was desperate for release. Deciding it was enough teasing for now, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and started pumping, slow and gentle. He was a whiny mess under her, twitching and squirming, needing more but not wanting to push it. She massaged his balls with her other hand while jerking him off a little faster. Every breathy moan that left him went straight to her core. She rubbed his tip on the upstroke and he whimpered, spurring her on. The repeated action on his tip had him breathing fast, trying to control himself. It felt so fucking good. She was so good at this.

She then wrapped both hands around his shaft and started pumping faster, his moans getting louder. He was twitching hard, every muscle in his body tightly wound as she played with him. She kept alternating between pumps and rubbing his tip and he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“Feel good, baby?” Her voice startled him, he was so dazed. “Y-yeah” he whined out.

“You’re doing great. Such a good boy.” He groaned loudly at that, the praise and her movements on him getting to be too much. “I’m cl- I’m close.” he moaned out.

She slowed then, letting him twitch in her hand, stopping her movements completely. He whined, needing to cum but she wasn’t letting him. This was torture, but God it felt so good.

Once his twitching calmed down she slowly started up her movements, quickly gaining speed and force as she brought him to the brink again. “Shit! Please, please, please” he pleaded when she slowed down again. “Please what?” Her voice was taunting him. “Please I need-please let me come.”

He was whiny and sweaty, hair matted to his forhead, face red, abs constricting as his whole body begged for release. She picked up the pace again, very fast now as she drove him mad. He was sensitive and so close, eyes clenched in anticipation. Then he felt a hard slap on his shaft, pain bringing him out of his daze, thrill of the sting running through his buzzing nerves. “Fuck!” He yelped and groaned, desperately grabbing at the pillow to force himself not to move his hands, scared of what she’d do if he did.

“I wanna see your pretty eyes, keep them open.” she commanded, jerking him off faster and torturing his tip again. He was squirming so hard she thought she’d have to physically restrain him if he kept it up. “Gimme your color, baby!” she demanded as she brought him closer to the edge. “G-green! Green! Please! Shit” his pleads turned to incoherent mumbles as she sped up her movements. “You gonna cum for me?” Her question drew out a low groaned out “Yes please...”

“Come now, baby” she ordered as she squeezed his cock and he couldn’t stop himself if he wanted to. Hot spurts of cum left him as his whole body shook under her, deep and loud moans accompanying them. She held him in her palm as he came all over his stomach and cock, as well as her hand; panting, his orgasm leaving him exausted. He swore he had never cum so hard in his life.

As he tried catching his breath she started lazily rubbing his cock again. His breath hitched and his hips buckled up into her hands; half wanting to push her off half needing her to keep going. She started rubbing on his tip and he hissed. The flesh red as can be, nerves so sensitive that he felt grateful he was lying down, knowing that if he had been standing his knees would’ve given out already. He was whining under her touch, the overstimulation giving him both pain and pleasure entwined in a way he never experienced before. It was intense and his whole body was twitching against his will. He could feel his high coming again. He hoped to God she wouldn’t deny him now because he was sure he had no control over his own dick anymore.

His pants got louder and he groaned out as his second orgasm approached. “I’m gon-gonna cum” he whined as she teased his tip relentlessly. “Go on, cum for me.” His grunts were louder than before and as he came again his whole body was shaking. His hips seemed to have a mind of their own, buckling wildly as his seed painted her hand and his crotch. “Oh God, oh God... shit shit shit!” Curses left his lips as his second orgasm washed over him and as he came down he wasn’t sure which way was up and which was down. He felt like his mind was floating in a weird sort of bubble and his body was no longer his own.

She gently massaged his cock as he tried to find his breath again. One hand slipped to that soft spot of flesh under his balls and started rubbing. Applying a bit more pressure she hit his prostate and the gasped noise he let out gave her the biggest thrill. The unfamiliar sensation flowed through him and he wasn’t sure what she was doing but it felt really fucking good.

He was so tired and he didn’t think his cock could handle any more but this was different. He could feel the heat from where her fingers were nimbly massaging him spread through his entire body like wildfire. His soft moans and pants filled the room up and she delighted at the sounds he was making - the way his body reacted from unfiltered, genuine pleasure. Having this 6’3” boy under her, seeing in real time the way his mind and body opened up to her was inspiring a fluttery feeling in her stomach.

The low buzzing broke him out of his dazed state just in time to feel her press the vibrator against his balls. He jerked against her, the vibrations overwhelming his senses. It was becoming very difficult for him to control his body and his arms left their place behind his head to grab at her hands; not really sure whether he wanted to push her away and beg her to stop or give him everything she wanted. As soon as his hands met her skin though, everything stopped. No vibrations, no touch. He felt so cold without her hands on him, so cold it made a few tears fall down his cheeks. Not understanding what happened he searched her eyes for explanation. He looked so lost and soft and sad in that moment it clenched at her heart but he disobeyed her and he needed to be punished.

“I thought I told you to keep your hands under your pillow.” She saw the look of realization pass over him as she sat back on her heels. “I-I’m sorry! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to...” He couldn’t handle this sudden shift, one second he’s feeling everything at once and now he has nothing at all, the distance between them painful. “Please.” he cried, needing her to touch him again, relieve him of this tension she built up in him. “You were doing so good, too.” She tsked at him. Her words causing his tears to fall freely now. “I didn’t meant to! I’m s-o so sorry!” he gasped through his tears and she could feel her resolve weakening.

“You’re sorry?” she questioned. “Yes! Yes I’m sorry! Please” his whine turned into a wail as she slapped his cock, hard. “Fuck!” he cried out. The pain was too much but he needed her touch so bad that even the harsh sting was welcomed by him. “Please...” “Please what?” “Please please touch me please I’m sorry” he was sniffling and his eyes were puffy.

How could she deny him when he had been so good for her? When he was so vulnerable and beautiful? She gave in then, grabbing his dick again and turning the vibrator onto the highest setting, pressing it just below his head as she turned it on. The way his body jumped, hips pushed up, his cries turned into ones of overwhelming pleasure had her clenching, squeezing her thighs together. She wanted to punish him further but she knew he couldn’t handle much more and he was still new at this.

“What’s your color, baby boy?” The pet name soothing the ache in his body, her hands working him bringing back all the warmth from before increased tenfold. “G-gre-green!” He managed to stutter out, the pain and pleasure too much for him to do any more. He gasped as she pushed the vibrator against the same soft spot beneath his balls and used her fist to torture his tip. He was on the verge of passing out. “I’m c-cum-” His words turned to a loud groan as his high took over. Spasms overcoming his body as last spurts of cum left him as he trashed under her. She worked him through his orgasm as his eyes rolled back untill he finally fell limp down on the bed.

She could tell he was done. His chest heaving, head lolled back on the pillow, trying to come down from the biggest high of his life. His eyes fluttered, trying to come back to earth. She turned the vibrator off and gently took the rubber band off of him. He hissed at her movements, too sensitive. “Shh I know, baby.” She soothed him as she freed him from the constraints and rubbed circles over his hip and thigh. His muscles were still shakey so her movements were soft and warm, trying to coax him back into the room. “You did so good, baby.” She laid soft kisses on his hip and stomach as her hands worked his muscles. “Such a good boy for me.” He stirred and let out a whimper at that. The praise would have made him blush if he wasn’t already fucking red all over. “So pretty.” she said as his eyes finally opened and met hers.

He had an exausted but dopey smile on his face as he looked at her and she couldn’t hold back her own. “You with me?” she asked with a quirk of her brow. A giggle left him and she swore it was the cutest thing she’d ever heard. “Yeah...” he answered, still smiling, as his eyes closed again. “Just tired...” he mumbled. She couldn’t help but admire him; he was the prettiest boy she’d ever seen and the mere fact that he looked so blissfully fucked out because of her had her feeling all tingly inside. Not exactly sure what to make of that she snapped out of her daze.

She crawled up the bed towards him as his tired eyes followed her movements. Now face to face, she could see the dried tearstains on his cheeks and she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss them. So she did. His eyes fluttered closed as her lips met the salty trails on his cheeks, following their path with soft gentle kisses. The moment so tender he thought he might cry again. She held his head in warm hands as she kissed all over his face ending with two kisses placed over each closed eyelid.

The intimacy had them both struggling to cope, neither expecting it to feel like this. The boy starved for affection now being showered in it. The girl used to repressing her instincts giving in. He opened his eyes and met her gaze, emotion swirling in both of them. She broke the stare first, pushing down the confusing feelings that started bubbling up. Her lips finally met his for the first time that night in a sweet, chaste kiss. A kiss over too soon if you asked him.

She pushed herself off the bed and collected the discarded items, returning the untouched plug back in the drawer, throwing the used rubberband into the trash and setting the vibrator on the dresser to be washed later. His voice caught her on her way to the bathroom. “Where are you going?” He sounded sleepy, voice gravelly from all the noises he had made earlier. “I’m just gonna get you cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” She gave him a small reassuring smile and he just nodded, trusting her word.

After washing her hands she ran a soft washcloth under the warm water. When she caught her reflection in the mirror she realized she looked flushed and there was a softness to her features - she seemed happy. The realization that she was feeling blissed out even though she hadn’t gotten off herself was something she decided to shelve away to be analysed another day. She quickly turned the water off and made her way back to him.

He squinted his eye open as he heard her footsteps. He was somewhere on the brink of sleep, bone tired but still buzzing with excitement over what just happened.

She was met with a blissed out smile on his face as he watched her climb onto the bed with half open eyes. The butterflies were really having a field day in her stomach. She gently cleaned him up with the washcloth, careful not to irritate his sensitive skin any more. The few winces he let out were met by soothing kisses on his skin as she slowly took care of the mess they made. When she was satisfied he was clean enough, she went back to the bathroom to throw the washcloth in the laundry bin and pee. When she came back his soft snores filled the room and she smiled at the sight. So cute.

She slowly took her clothes off and changed into clean underwear and a sleep shirt, carefully climbing into bed, not wanting to wake him. Pulling the covers over his naked body made him stir and he blinked his eye open to see her lying down beside him. “Hey...” his low voice startled her. “Hey. I didn’t wanna wake you.” He shook his head “Where were you?” He whispered as he reached his hand out towards her. He was clearly needy and it clenched at her heart. She took his hand in hers, entwining their fingers and placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “Just got changed. I’m right here, sweet boy.”

He blushed at the new pet name and tried to hide his face in the pillow. She laughed “Don’t do that.” She brought them closer together, wrapping her arms around him. His face found its place in the crook of her neck, red cheeks leaving warmth on her skin.

He was embarrassed; of his reaction to her words, of everything that happened earlier. He had never experienced anything like that before and he wasn’t sure how to process it all. He could feel himself craving her touch, in the most innocent sense of the word and it threw him. As if she could hear his thoughts she asked “Do you want me to hold you?” He couldn’t trust his voice so he just nodded, hoping she wouldn’t force him to speak the way she had earlier. But she didn’t. “Come here, sweet boy” she positioned him so that he lay half on top of her, his head resting on her chest. She was playing with his hair and rubbing soft comforting circles into his back. She was so warm and she smelled so nice and in that moment her touch made him feel safe.

As they lay there for a while, his tired brain managed to catch a single thought before it floated out of his mind and sleep caught him. “You didn’t come” he mumbled into her skin. “Shhh that’s okay” she whispered. “No, no-“ he protested, trying and failing to move, wanting nothing more than to make her feel as good as she did him not 30 minutes ago. Her hands tightened around him, forcing his weak movements to falter. “It’s okay. I’m okay. Just go to sleep, baby.” She cooed and as she pressed soft kisses into his hair all the protests died down in his mind and he fell asleep wrapped up in her embrace.

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𝐢: 𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐑.𝐂

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: Rafe is finally ready to let you take control for a night, allowing himself complete and total vulnerability with you. It's not a responsibility you take lightly and you're determined to make sure he has a good time.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): language, college!au, use of a strap-on, praise and affirmations, oral (m), anal penetration, light overstimulation, this is actually quite soft tbh, a nice introduction! if I missed anything lmk!

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Rafe's dorm room was cosy with blankets and pillows on his double bed as the rain beat down outside. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, sweatpants around his ankles with you between his knees. Your actions were slow and deliberate; each bob of your head and stroke of your hand along his shaft has his head thrown back, eliciting delicious noises from him.

Tonight was going to be a big step in your relationship, so you were determined to have him relaxed and at ease before the main event. It was no secret between you that Rafe had been with both men and women and had been open about his past relationships and hookups. And now he'd asked you to do something you'd not tried before. He wanted you to peg him.

The talking process around this choice was fairly straightforward. You'd let him pick from an online retailer which strap-on he wanted, trusting his judgement that he'd be able to handle it before pressing buy now. So here you were, getting him good and ready for such a vulnerable and intimate act.

"Fuck -" he groaned, throaty and breathless. The subtle cues from his body warned you that he was close and now you could progress to part two of the plan. Slowly, you pulled away, still gently stroking him as you looked up at Rafe with his rosy cheeks and heavy breathing.

"Wanna get naked?" He nodded and shed his sweatshirt and t-shirt over his head. You pulled his sweatpants off all the way and climbed up onto the bed to join him. You were still wearing one of his athletic department t-shirts but with no underwear and the strap-on hanging between your legs. It was a decently sized 8.5 inches and a little wider than what you thought he'd go for, but you didn't question it.

"Deep breaths, remember?" Rafe nodded as he lay back, hooking his legs around your waist as you leaned over him to reach for the bottle of lube from the nightstand. Once you'd added a satisfactory amount you waited for Rafe to tell you it was okay to go ahead.

"I'm right here," you assured him, leaning in to share a soft, tender kiss as you pressed the tip of the toy against him. As you pushed forward, slowly, the noises that left Rafe were swallowed by a string of kisses.

"Breathe, baby..." you cooed in his ear, kissing along his jaw and cheek as your hips came flush to the backs of his thighs. Rafe drew in a shaky breath as you began slowly moving your hips, grinding into him with each push forward. The noises he made were heavenly. Breathy moans and whimpers that were music to your ears with each thrust.

"Feels s' good..."

"You're bein' such a good boy, takin' me so well," you praised, letting him reach between you to stroke himself in time with your thrusts. Foreheads pressed together, and your one hand threaded through his hair, tugging gently on the soft tresses.

"Shit, I'm - "

"I know, I know," you cooed, picking up your movements and allowing him to keep matching your thrusts into his hand. With a loud moan that turned into a whimper, Rafe came undone and his cum painted his stomach in hot, white spurts. Not quite ready to be done, you carried on, stuffing him full of the silicone toy despite his attempts to tell you he was too sensitive.

"Sound so pretty, baby... Just wanna make you feel good." A second wave of that first orgasm hit Rafe and had him begging for a reprieve with teary eyes and a white-knuckle grip on his bedsheets. That's when you decided to stop being mean and gradually slowed to a stop. When you pulled out, Rafe couldn't help but squirm at the loss of contact.

"I'll be back in just a minute," you assured him, climbing off his bed to put the strap in the bathroom, so you could clean it later and grab a warm washcloth to clean him up with. The sight of him on his bed, legs outstretched, cheeks flushed and rosy as he tried his hardest to stay awake. It made you melt more than a little.

"How d' you feel?" you asked softly, wiping away the streaks of cum off of his stomach and the remnants of lube from around his ass.

"Good... Tired," he admitted, almost shyly as you finished and handed his sweatpants and hoodie back to him, with a fresh pair of boxers.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He nodded, making room for you to lie next to him as you settle with your laptop open, loading Netflix. You were more than content in just your (his) t-shirt and underwear once the two of you got comfortable under the sheets.

[sexyxdylanxobrien]

little old me — r. cameron

soooooo my deepest, darkest, most impulsive thoughts may have won over with this one. hopefully you like it or at the very least, understand why i wrote it :)

❝ who’s afraid of little old me? you should be. ❞

pairing: bf!rafe x dark!reader

context: rafe comes to realize you’re more like him than he thought.

words: 3k+

warnings: definitely +18. mdni. murder, dark!rafe, psycho!rafe, psycho!reader, jealousy, possessive behavior, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub!rafe (kind of, but not really), choking, praise kink, cutting, stabbing, blood, violence, blood play (idek if it counts tbh), dark fluff (is that even a thing?), SMUT with fucked up plot… rafe and reader being crazy, basically

you stood by the bar beside your best friend, engaged in conversation about some guy who'd pissed her off today by standing her up on a date, your eyes focused on the scene behind her head, where your boyfriend sat on the couch in the living room, a girl with short brown hair beside him, trying to cling onto his arm.

you feel your grip around your glass tighten, as the girl's hand gets closer and closer to wrapping around rafe's bicep.

"do you know who that girl is?" you cut your best friend off in the middle of her sentence and she snaps her head to what or who you're looking at.

"oh, that's sofia," she tells you, taking a sip of her drink. "she works as a bartender at the club. always flirting with top, kelce, and rafe. why? you jealous?"

heat rises in your chest at the mention of the girl constantly flirting with rafe, but you play it off. "please," a scoff leaves your mouth. "you know he knows better."

you take sip of your drink, and pull out your phone to text rafe.

you: if that sofia girl touches you one more time, i stg i'm dragging her ass across the floor

rafe: chill baby

rafe: you won't

you click your tongue and type away, your best friend watching your every move.

"you good?" she asks.

"mhm," you hum, sending the message.

you: you think i'm kidding?

you: try me, bitch.

you look up to find rafe snickering at your text, which only pisses you off more as he texts you back.

rafe: shut the fuck up, and get over here.

you: fuck no. tell her my drink's empty.

rafe watches as you down the rest of your drink and set the glass down on the bar, before waltzing away and heading outside, throwing him a glare as you do. he rolls his eyes at your antics, but gets up to follow you anyway.

“where the fuck are you going?” he calls after you, trailing closely behind as you cross the front lawn. “you came here with me.”

“i’ll call an uber,” you reply, continuing to walk towards the road. “go back and inside and let sofia touch you some more.”

“oh my god,” he groans and catches up to you, grabbing onto your wrist to make you stop and look at him. “will you quit being a brat?”

you tilt your head up at him, fire in your eyes as they lock with his. “and what are you gonna do if i don’t?”

—

a moan slips out of your mouth as your back hits rafe's bedroom door, making it slam shut—thank god, his family had gone to the bahamas—as he kissed you like a man starved.

"still got more to say about sofia?" he says against you, lips trailing down to your neck, and hands trailing up your thighs to hook them around his waist. "jump."

you do as your told, your legs locking around him and your fingers tangling into his hair, as your lips connected again and rafe's hands trailed up your back—one pressing you against him and one sliding up your hair.

he turns and lets you fall onto the bed with him above you, your legs still locked around him, as he began untying the knot in your shirt. he pushes it off of you, revealing your lacy white bra.

"fuckkk y/n," he groans, hand reaching up to grab at one of your tits.

"you like it baby?" you ask, as he trails wet kisses down your neck and collar bone. "it's new."

"i love it," he says, fingers unclasping it from the front, and lips moving to wrap around your now exposed nipple.

his other hand massages your other boob, finger flicking at your sensitive nub.

you pull him up to attach his lips back to yours. "i want you, rafe. now."

he chuckles against your lips, the vibration turning you on more, the spot between your legs getting wetter. you flip the both of you over so you're straddling him. 

"i like this side of you, doll," he looks up at you with a smirk as you rid yourself of your bra, and he reaches up to grab both your tits. "should make you jealous more often."

"shut up," you say, leaning back down to kiss him, hands entwining into his hair as your hips press down into his.

a groan falls from his mouth as his hands roam over your body, your hard nipples pressing against him.

"need you, pretty girl," he said, hips lifting into yours.

"more than sofia?" you ask, pulling your lips away from his.

"more than anyone," he replies, hands snaking around the front of your waist to unbutton your shorts.

you move to the side so he can tug them off your legs, along with your lacy white thong, while you reach to pull his shirt off his head and he takes off his shorts.

you swing your leg back over him once you're both naked, hovering and grinding your hips above him, slickness coating his dick just enough to tease him.

"doll, come on," he whines, attempting to press you down onto his length.

you place both your hands on his chest and lean down towards his ear. "this'll teach you not to make me jealous."

"y/n…" his voice is much serious now, and you smirk.

"what?" you look at him with innocent eyes, hand trailing down to grab his dick and align it with your center.

you slowly sink down onto him, your body relaxing as he groans.

"so so good," you mewl, hips rocking against his.

he watches you closely, hands moving to grip your hips. he lifts you up slightly and slams you back down, eliciting a moan from your mouth.

"move, pretty girl," he demands, eyes locked on yours as you sit up. "let me see you ride me."

you give in to his words and begin bouncing your ass on him, hands trailing down to his abs to steady yourself. up. down. up. down. up. down.

"just like that, doll," rafe says, hand trailing up your body to wrap around your neck. "you look so pretty riding my cock."

that only makes you pick up the pace, hands moving to rest on his thighs behind you, as your pussy clenches around his length, your orgasm quickly building up in your core. rafe's hands move to grab your tits as you continue, his eyes watching himself slip in and out of you.

"you gonna cum for me, baby?" he asked when you threw your head back in pleasure.

"cum with me, rafe," you moan, your high inching closer and closer.

his fingers pinch at your nipples and that sends you over the edge, your hips slowing down as your high washes over you. rafe follows soon after, thrusts getting sloppier as he comes down.

 you slowly move off to lay beside him, and he reaches out to open the drawer of his nightstand and pull out a small towel. he uses it to clean the spot between your legs before cleaning off himself.

you position yourself under his comforter as he tosses the towel on the ground and joins you.

"remember how good my pussy feels around you next time you let sofia touch you," you say, snuggling into him.

a small chuckles falls from his lips as he wraps an arm around you and places a soft kiss on your forehead. "good night, crazy girl."

—

your eyes shoot open at the sound of rafe’s phone incessantly buzzing on the nightstand, as the sunshine peeked through his bedroom curtains.

making sure not to wake him, you reach over to grab his phone, rage boiling through your veins when you read the notifications on the screen.

3 missed calls from sofia.

sofia: hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday lol. lmk if you need to blow off some steam ;) xx

“oh, this bitch needs to be put down,” you mutter to yourself, immediately unlocking rafe’s phone—he gave you his passcode months ago without you even asking—and typing away to reply to sofia's message.

rafe: hey sof :) yeah, she's a lot. how 'bout you meet me at tannyhill around 2 today?

you hit send, and the three bubbles appear almost immediately.

god, this bitch was desperate.

sofia: perf, i'll see you then!!

rafe: just knock when you get here, i'll be home alone

sofia: you got it, see u later xx

you roll your eyes and proceed to delete the conversation, before moving to rafe's phone app to remove her 3 missed calls from his log. 

three. who calls a guy with a girlfriend three times? crazy bitch.

just as you're about to place his phone back on the nightstand, rafe groans and shifts, arm slinging over your waist, as a call from ward vibrates his phone.

"baby," you nudge rafe, but he just groans again, arm around your waist tightening. "rafe," you shake him this time and his eyes flutter open.

"morning, pretty girl," he smiles, hand scratching your lower back. "you ok?"

"mhm," you nod, pretending you had just woken up. "woke up from your dad calling, though."

you hold the phone out to him, which was now vibrating for the second time with ward's name.

"sorry 'bout that, doll," he takes the phone from you and sits up, answering the call and pressing the phone up against his ear.

"i'm gonna go pee," you mouth to him, and he nods, as you get out from under the covers and slip on rafe's shirt before walking towards his bathroom.

you close the door behind you and take a quick piss before washing your hands and deciding to brush your teeth.

hopefully rafe wasn't gonna be around the house at 2 today, you thought. you knew he went out golfing with the boys and hit the gym afterwards every saturday afternoon, usually returning around 5 or 6, so it shouldn't be a problem. unless ward had him do something today that required him to stick around the house—now that would really put a damper on your plans.

the door opens and rafe joins you, only wearing a pair of boxers. "mmm," he walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder. "i'll never get sick of seeing you in my shirt."

his eyes meets yours through the mirror, and you lean down to spit and rinse your mouth.

"what's my baby doing today?" he asked, as you wiped your mouth dry.

"probably just hang around here," you shrug, hands trailing along his arms, as you leaned your head against his. "maybe lay out by the pool for a bit and make some lunch."

"for me too?"

you look down at him, and his eyes meet yours. "you're not going golfing with kelce and top?"

"oh, i am," he nods. "and i gotta take care of some stuff for dad too, so i'll probably be home a little later." perfect. "how 'bout we do dinner? you can dress up all cute and sexy, and i'll take you out on the town?"

"sounds perfect, baby," you smile, connecting your lips with his.

this was gonna be the best day ever.

—

after rafe left around eleven, you occupied yourself by taking a quick swim in the pool, before settling on a floatie and closing your eyes, as the sun beat down on your skin.

ring! ring! ring!

your alarm clock goes off at 1:50 pm, and you open your eyes to take your phone from the cup holder and silence it, happily slipping off the floatie when you realize it's almost time.

you grab your towel from one of the pool chairs and dry off before wrapping it around you, slipping on your crochet shorts, and waltzing inside with more of a pep in your step than usual.

you whistle as you walk through the house and stop in the living room to hang your towel off the back of the armchair and sit down, just in time for a knock to come at the door.

it's followed by another, before the front door creaks open and closes, as the sound of someone's footsteps get closer and closer.

"rafe?" the sound of sofia's voice fills your ears and you smile when she reaches the living room.

"hey, sof," you say, causing her to completely stop in her tracks, a few feet away.

"oh, y/n," she was clearly caught off guard. "i didn't know you'd be here."

"of course you didn't," you shrug, sitting up. "because you came here to see my rafe, isn't that right, sof?"

"uhh…"

"no need to lie, sweetheart," you drawl. "i've been expecting you." you pull out the pocket knife that you had stashed in the armchair earlier  to prepare and spin it around in your fingers.

the color instantly drains from sofia's face, as you flip the knife open, the blade catching the sun's light.

"here's the thing, sof," you stand up and slowly approach her, the growing crazy look in your eyes making her uneasy. "i'm a very possessive person, and i don't like sharing what's mine." you shake your head, eyes focused on hers.

"and rafe… tall and handsome as he is… is mine," you glide the edge of your knife across her collarbone as you round her, making sure not to cut her just yet. "and personally, i didn't take it very well when you called and texted him this morning."

"i- i don't know what you're talking about," her voice shakes, clearly afraid of what you might do if she admits to it. 

"hey, i saw y/n throw a fit and storm off last night. that must be a lot to deal with everyday. let me know if you want to blow off some steam," you recite the text message she sent rafe from memory, making her breath hitch.

"that— that wasn't an accident," sofia shakes her head. "i didn't mean-"

"oh, baby," you whisper against her ear, making her head turn towards you. "don't you know i hate liars?"

"please," sofia begs, eyes closing shut as tears stream down her face. "y/n… you don't have to do this."

"and you didn't have to text my man," you tut, trailing the knife down her back. "but you did, so i'll make it quick."

"no!" she shouts, pushing you away from her, and beelining for the door.

"you really shouldn't have done that," you chuckle, a smirk coming across your lips, as you follow to tackle her before she reaches the door.

you turn her around, so you're straddling her, both your knees pinning her arms down. "i tried to be nice…" you say, gripping a handful of her brown hair as you lean down to cut across her collar bone.

she screams in agony. "stop, stop, stop!"

"consider this a lesson, sof…" you trail off, knife moving down to dig into the side of her stomach. "rafe," stab. "is," stab. "mine." 

you pull the knife out from her side, blood splattering on your stomach, as you drag it up her body, towards her chest.

"and," stab. "you," stab. "don't," stab. "take," stab. "what's," stab. "mine."

the color drowns from her face as her eyes turn lifeless, and she stops squirming underneath you.

at this point, your chest, face, legs, and arms are covered with blood splatters, your hand holding the knife bloodier than any other part of you.

you stand up and hover over her, a smirk coming across your lips at the sight of her dead body.

"look, dad, i took care of it, a'ight?" the familiar sound of your boyfriend's voice booms through the house, as you hear the backyard door slide close.

shit. shit. shit.

he wasn't suppose to be home until later. what the fuck was he doing here?

panic begins to build up inside you, as rafe's footsteps approach you, and you round sofia's body to pick up one of her hands to begin dragging her towards the front door. maybe it was a good thing she tried to run.

"yeah, i got it," you hear rafe's voice again. "i think y/n's taking a nap right now, so i'll take the druthers out and-" he suddenly stops in the entryway connecting the living room to the kitchen, eyes on you. "i'll call you back later."

he ends the call with ward, phone coming down to his side.

"i told you i'd drag her across the floor?" you joke, shrugging a shoulder.

"holy shit, y/n!" rafe rushes over and crouches down to feel sofia's pulse.

nothing.

he looks up at you. "did you do this?!"

"no…" you give him your innocent eyes, and drop her hand, pocket knife hiding behind your back.

"what the fuck, babe?"

"hey, don't act like this is all on me!" you argue, pointing down at sofia's body and pacing around the room. "she was the one who was texting and calling you nonstop this morning! she should've known better! no one takes what's mine. especially not you!"

"you— you did this… because of me?" rafe slowly stands, eyes refocusing on your crazed out state.

"of course i did," your shoulders falling limp. "i— i love you, rafe!" you shake your head. "i— i can't lose you. not-"

before you could get another word out, he was pushing you up against the wall, lips hungrily kissing yours.

the knife clatters onto the ground, as your bloodied hands tangle into his hair, and he hooks a hand around your thigh to bring it up beside his waist.

"you— you're not mad?" you ask between kisses.

"are you kidding?" he mutters against you. "fuck no. just a little more work for me."

"wait, wait, wait—" you place a hand on his chest, and push him away just enough to look at him. "what does that mean?"

"there may or may not be a dead body in the cargo bed of my truck…"

"you killed someone?"

"it was necessary?" he shrugs, a cute little smile on his lips.

a laugh falls from your mouth before you can stop it.

"what?" rafe asks, chuckling at the sound of your adorable laugh.

you shake your head, hand trailing down his hair. "we're so fucked up."

"and that's just how i like it."

i hope y'all don't think i'm absolutely insane now lolz. i swearrrrr i just wanted to try something new.

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