#Dom! Rafa

[this-sapphic-paradise]

I feel like mommy is softer and more femme which I think tracks with Regina better tbh.

It's the femme part for me tbh.

Cuz like, Regina isn't soft (she kinda is in my fic cuz I say so, lmao); and mommy doesn't have to be soft either, I think we're just used to the idea of those two things going hand in hand.

[archonsabyss]

╰─..✶. [ Artist, and their Muse ]

❒ pairing: Rafayel x Fem!Reader

❒ genre: smut [nsfw 18+]! fluff! romance

❒ warnings: shy virgin reader! first time sex! softdom rafayel! fingering! vaginal sex! unprotected sex! nudity! teasing! orgasm denial! vague mention of blood!

❒ word count: 4.5k

─❒ authors note: when the words keep flowing you end with a 4k+ fic. anyways, enjoy soft dom rafayel. smut took 10yrs of my life to write. It was so hard and frustrating. Hurt my wrists trying to finish this with the way I'm keeping my phone hah. Enjoy 💜

Amidst the quiet solitude of his art studio, you found yourself unexpectedly forced backwards as Rafayel approached with an unreadable glint in his eyes. You couldn't help but feel flustered and surrender under the look he gave you as he gradually closed the distance, compelling you to place a hand on his chest in an attempt to maintain a level of distance that was not merely enough to calm the rapid beating of your heart.

"You're so close" Your gaze avoids meeting his, and the flames of desire surge as soon as he steps near. The moment felt strangely intimate with your fingers delicately pressing against the cotton material of his shirt and his round beady eyes seeking yours. Rafayel didn't beckon you solely to fetch his favourite dinner, especially when he had a personal chef at his disposal and a perfectly functioning phone to order it himself. The evidence of his little white lie became apparent as he nudged you backward while striding ahead.

"Close?" He queries, seemingly not understanding what you meant and his brows furrowed in contemplation, his gaze dancing over your countenance absorbing every nuance as if seeking inspiration to craft a portrait of your essence. There was a common misconception about Rafayel's passionate character– it wasn't easy to navigate, leading most people to misread his character or feel inundated by his eccentric personality. Meeting up with him as often as you did, led you to such a conclusion. Time with Rafayel was a constant experience in itself, particularly for someone like you who normally shied away and often felt nervous around such bright personalities. You were a stark contrast to his entire existence and at times you left torn between the desire to strangle him and the impulse to pinch his cheeks, yet despite the unfamiliarity of it; his spirited flirting and teasing with seemingly effortless wit, he remained easy-going which rendered any time spent together devoid of awkward tension, and as time passed you came to accept that it was the undeniable allure about him.

"Do you hate me?" His sudden question takes you by surprise, but the genuineness in it absolutely baffles you. There were only a few rare instances when Rafayel's witty persona faded away completely, unveiling a calmer and more serious demeanour beneath. His lips didn't form their usual smile rather they grew more serious, and his shoulders deflated rather than puffed up, contrasting with the usual clingy sassiness of his character. This was one of those nights where he laid himself utterly bare without restraints and it was evident in the way his eyes were solely fixated on you as he anticipated a response.

"Where did that come from?" You wrinkled your nose. "What makes you ask such a ridiculous question, Rafayel?"

"It's not ridiculous!" He exclaims, his boisterous personality momentarily slipping away before he clears his throat. "You hate me"

"Says who?!"

"Says your body language" He refutes, pouting.

"I don't hate you" You vigorously shake your head. What made him think you hated him?

"I'd beg to differ"

For a fleeting moment, your attention shifts from the minimal distance between you as you narrow your eyes scrutinizingly at him. While he always had a flair for the dramatic, this time it felt genuinely serious.

"What are you on about, Rafa"

Sensing the impending embarrassment of his rationale, his ears turn red and he wordlessly grabs your hand from his chest and brings it to his cheek, letting you feel the heat emanating from his skin.

"I don't understand what you mean"

"Rafayel" You swallow, growing flustered under such an intimate act. He attempts to dismiss the way you pronounce his name but he fails as it echoes in his ears with an undeniable submission.

He turns his head, and his lips meet the skin of your palm, planting a gentle kiss. You repeat his name a few times but he refuses to meet your eyes, focusing solely on the way your palm cradles his cheek.

It's when you try to pull away, does he finally meets your gaze with narrowed eyes, remarking, "See, you do hate me." as his grip on your hand remains unyielding.

"You do"

"But I don't" You insist, and Rafayel rolls his eyes in annoyance, "Tell me why you think I hate you?"

He huffs and confesses with a pointed tone, "Every time I try to touch you, you pull back. Clearly, my existence is truly despised if you retreat at every opportunity,"

His sarcastic remark catches you off guard with a problem you never expected. Your heart gets entangled, growing intensely flustered with such a confession.

What if Rafayel knew his advances were rebuffed solely because you were cautious not to misinterpret his intentions or inadvertently lead yourself on?

Lost in your thoughts, you feel your cheeks burning with heat. It takes Rafayel snapping his fingers in front of you to bring you back down to earth.

"What?" He scoffs as you stare at him. "Admitting you hate me? That's your loss, I couldn't care less. There are a thousand other fish in the sea! A million other girls out there in the world who would die to be kissed by me! Who cares if the one girl I want doesn't want me, right? My existence is just a nuisance to you."

Throughout his incessant rambling, the pout on his lips becomes increasingly noticeable and the words he utters do not match the emotions he's experiencing. In reality, his heart is gradually shattering into pieces at your silence, feeling as though he's facing rejection.

Never before in your life have you taken the initiative on your own accord but now it feels necessary. You extend your hand to cup the right side of his face and gently turn it towards you. Your thumb strokes his cheek in circular motions as you strive to maintain eye contact despite the shyness tempting you to look away.

"I don't hate you, Rafayel" You confess earnestly.

"Could have fooled me"

"I'm not lying, you jerk"

"Your wounds hurt me. Then tell me why you avoided me like the plague"

"Why didn't you accept my hand when I opened the car door for you?"

"Why didn't you allow me to rest my chin on your shoulder at the art gallery?"

"Why did you resist when I wanted to show you how to stroke the paintbrush to create a gradient?"

"Why did you avert your head when I attempted to give you a goodbye kiss on the cheek?"

'Why didn't you let me feed you? And recently, why did you try to pull your hand away from my face"

He was giving you a headache. Honest to God his rambling was excessive and you weren't sure if you even got all that but you nodded along.

"I'm not like you Rafayel. Those things... I didn't─"

"Didn't what?" He persists.

"If you rested your chin on my shoulder, the distance would become unbearable. If you taught me to paint, there'd be no reason to linger in your art studio, pretending I'm there to learn. And if you kissed my cheek, who's to say I wouldn't want more? And if you fed me... I might just have to adopt you and fit you in my little fish tank."

"I didn't want to misinterpret things. I'm not as straightforward and upfront with gestures like you are. If I took your hand, I feared I wouldn't want to let go!"

"The fish jokes are getting old. And besides, Cucumber is perfectly content in his tiny bowl, a little overfed but fine nonetheless; I can't believe you'd consider evicting him." He points out, and out of everything you said, that's the only thing he focuses on. You nudge his shoulder harshly in response.

"Maybe you have a point. Maybe I should just get a cat"

Rafayel freezes, head snapping at you. "You wouldn't dare"

You nod, challenging him, and your sudden boldness catches him off guard. "I certainly would."

"See, it's a blatant display of animosity. I'll reclaim ownership of Cucumber."

"You can't do that, Raf." You find yourself suppressing a smile.

"I will."

"No," You frowned, "I love that fish."

"More than me, it seems."

"Can't I love you and Cucumber both?"

"So you love me?" He blinks, his knack for selectively responding to specific remarks astounds you.

"Maybe I should just leave. Your sudden personality shifts are giving me a headache."

"No," He seizes your wrist and presses you against the desk behind you. A tin of paint topples off the edge and spews its contents. While you gaze at the mess Rafayel fixates on you.

"You love me"

You retreat into your shell. "No"

"You just said you love me! If you deny it, I'll think you actually hate me"

"I'm not sure if it's love just yet, but it's something," You admit hastily, not wanting to restart the conversation and contend with his overwhelming persistence.

"Guess I can work with that"

Rafayel is oddly compliant all of a sudden and it makes you suspicious. The entire situation is confusing and feels dubious. It's unclear what's happening between you two, and it almost feels normal like every other conversation you've had, if not for the underlying tension building between your chests and lower halves.

"Rafayel, what are you doing?" You frantically inquire, your heart betraying you as it beats rapidly with every centimetre he closes between you.

Rafayel inclines his face towards you and you turn your head to the side with closed eyes as he hovers beyond the boundaries of personal space. His nose delicately traced the contour of your jaw, forming a constellation from your chin to your earlobe, and you can feel every measured inhale and exhale he makes while your breath is momentarily suspended.

"Rafayel" You mutter his name in protest yet again, not refuting your enjoyment of his actions but sensing the irregular thumping of your heart you fear you might lose consciousness.

"What are you doing"

"Evading your personal space"

"Yeah l─" You inhale sharply, "I can tell, but why?"

Rafayel stops for a second. "Since you don't hate me for the moment, I plan to take advantage of being this close to you"

"H-How many times must I tell you, I didn't hate you"

"Yeah, yeah whatever. I'm not moving" He prattles, rolling his eyes and pressing his forehead against yours. "Do I make you flustered?"

The way you're holding your breath makes it evident, but he wants to hear it directly from your lips so your muster a weak, "Yes"

He nods and smiles with approval. "Now tell me, do you actually want me to move away?"

"No"

Your obedience kindles a thrilling excitement within him, like a flame fueled by your compliance. Each nod and acquiescence adds to the anticipation and it makes his heart beat in rhythm with your submission.

"Can I kiss you?"

A lingering hush punctuated by the rush of blood surging in your ears envelops the space after he requests consent, and you nod your head instinctively, agreeing before your thoughts or words can be articulated. The anticipation hangs thick in the air as you await the slow descent of his lips and your gaze flitted, searching for something in his eyes that bore unwaveringly into yours with a depth that is slowly becoming your undoing.

Pulled in by an imperceptible force, Rafayel bridges the gap and meets your lips in a fervent kiss with a passion you've never encountered before.

When his mouth slots against yours, an intricate play of uncertainty, desire, and experimentation ensues. Time seemed to stand still, suspended in the dance of your entwined souls.

Rafayel's hands tenderly cradle your cheeks, tilting your head back while pressing his body against yours as he angles his head to kiss you with a deeper sense of passion that renders you flustered and breathless when he eventually pulls away.

The birds' melodious chirps seem to celebrate this unexpected blossoming of romance as if their song is a serenade to the newfound connection that has finally come together.

You meet Rafayel's gaze with a timidity he yearns to unravel. He wants to pull you right back into another kiss and lavish you with myriad praises. He wants to take you by the hand and lead you to his room where he can tenderly place you on his bed and express the depth of his desire to love you.

His infatuation lies in the unspoken words that crash upon him like a sudden wave against the shoreline, threatening to erode the restraints he struggled to maintain. The weight of unsaid wishes presses on him and the carefully constructed barriers seem on the verge of slipping away in the face of overwhelming longing.

"Rafayel." Has any human voice ever sounded sweeter? It lures him into a sense of desperation, enchanting him to the point where he feels compelled to kiss you again.

In a matter of seconds, any other words you had to offer to fade into the collision of his lips against yours. Your mouth opens willingly, his warm hands cradling your face once more as the kiss intensifies with his sweet tongue swiftly intertwining with yours.

He has you exactly where he wants. The fact that you can’t help but lean into him is like a triumph for him. The way you willingly succumb to him is something he can't get enough of, and all he craves is to lead you to ecstasy. He wants more, and the moans escaping him make it abundantly clear.

"I want you, Rafayel... So bad" You confess, overcoming shyness.

Rafayel's eyes widen with curiosity, and his lower lip protrudes with a gentle breath as he lets out a whining sigh.

"Finally! And just so you know, there's no going back" He cautions, a warning lingering in his words as he shifts his hands to your hips, giving them a reassuring squeeze.

You're inclined to nod your head, grappling mentally with the weight of your confession. Yet, it doesn't change the undeniable truth that you want this, you want him, and that was all he needed to hear to lead you to the expansive couch positioned near the extensive glass window at the far end of the studio, the closest comfortable spot for what lay ahead.

"Well?" He mused and you reply, "What?"

You were inexperienced and jittery, nerves causing a slight tension in your posture, but Rafayel as always, was there to alleviate any tension just as he's done in the past.

He seats himself on the couch, spreads his legs and rolls his hips for comfort, the bulge in his pants evident and a testament to your plea. There are a few buttons of his shirt undone revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. He raises but a singular brow wondering why you're still standing idly when his legs have parted specifically for you.

"Come here"

Your feet carry you forward before your mind comprehends, and the next thing you know, Rafayel has you seated atop him. He flinches at the contact of you on his bulge but quickly wipes away any sign of discomfort when he notices your worried expression, thinking you might have hurt him.

"Wait" He suddenly blurts, "Stand up"

"One of these days I'm going to eat you out" He grins, and you struggle to resist the urge to moan.

You do with hesitancy and his fingers loop into your pants and tug you forward. "I'm going to take these off," He says, and you blush hard, feeling a surge of arousal course through your veins.

You observe as he unbuttons the top of your pants with intricate fingers, sliding them down your legs leaving you half-bare. His eyes glint mischievously as he peers up at you through his eyelashes, his face in line with your lower half as he remains seated on the couch.

Rafayel instructs you to turn around, guiding you to perch on his lap and you comply. He encourages you to relax and lean against his chest. His hands then place on your knees and part them enough for the cool air to breeze between your legs. Your panties cling uncomfortably and a wave of heat courses through your body.

"Breathe," He chuckles, sensing the tension in your body as he pulls down your panties, and you gasp as a rush of cold air greets you.

"I've never done this before, Rafayel"

His hands inch closer to your core, "Just breathe, baby" He whispers as his index finger delicately traces the contours of your pussy. "I'll go slow. It'll feel good, promise"

You inhale deeply, finding your inner courage and trusting him entirely. At first, Rafayel entered with just a single finger. You gasp, your body yielding to his touch. His finger explores delicately between your folds ensuring no harm as he starts tracing circles around your sensitive bud.

Your brows pinch in response to his movements, your back arching as your fists look for something to grab.

Rafayel grins, redirecting your hand to the nape of his neck while his fingers tease your clit, and as you grasp onto him for support he presses on your stomach to prevent your back from arching away.

There is no doubt in your fuzzy mind that Rafayel exhibits the same level of concentrated energy and finesse in propelling you to new heights as he does in his artworks. Every movement he makes is precise, mirroring the precision of his painting technique, akin to the deliberate strokes of a paintbrush caressing a canvas.

The interplay of his unpredictable movements and irrational spur of inspiration, coupled with the graceful gestures of his hand, harmonizes and forges an experience transcending the boundaries of conventional perception, leaving you with a sensation unlike any you've encountered before.

"Enjoying yourself?" He feels the need to comment when your nails dig into his neck but you're too fucked to comprehend anything he's saying which makes him chuckle into your ear and picked up his movements. You squirm in his grasp, tension building in your stomach, thighs aching, yet the impending pressure refuses to ease as he pulls back every time you think you might explode.

He will be your undoing, and all it takes is a single finger toying with your heat. You can't take the suspension any longer and shamelessly beg for more, his name leaving your lips desperately. He can't deny you like you've denied him and listens, inserting another finger but this time with less gentleness, employing his thumb to stroke small circles on your clit.

A breathy sigh escaped your lips as his fingertips tentatively yet deliberately traced your slick folds from bottom to top. He kissed your neck, feeling a surge of arousal run to his cock leaking precum beneath you.

He withdraws his fingers, admiring with pride the glistening evidence of your cum coating them while a moan is forcefully drawn from your throat at the sudden emptiness and build-up within your stomach just beginning for release. You exclaim his name as he cleans his fingers with a pop by sucking on them.

In a blurry flip of the moment, Rafayel swiftly scoops you into his arms and pivots you around, settling you onto your back as he gradually lowers himself on top of you. He kisses you hard and takes your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he settles between you. After months of resisting and denying your feelings, this is what it led to.

Rafayel hovers over you, staring down at your face and running his hands over your body. He groaned, the warmth seeping into his groin as he pulsed and ached with the need to be inside of your tight body. He positioned himself at your entrance and observed as your face twisted in pleasure. Then, he murmured soothingly as he drew closer and penetrated you, causing every muscle in your body to tense as you cried out and gripped onto his shoulders, the soles of your feet digging into his back.

"You drive me fucking insane"

He exhales sharply as your thighs tighten around him and your hands slip under his thin shirt. He's unable to bear the barriers between you any longer and kisses you one final time before breaking away to discard his pants and remove his shirt. He does the same with the remainder of your clothes, unbuttoning your shirt haphazardly and tossing it across the room where it sadly lands amidst a dissaray of paint he hasn't cleaned up.

"Rafayel! It hurts" You mutter with a headshake, stifling a sob and he nods, pausing his movements and stroking your cheek. He bends down, planting a tender kiss on your lips, muffling the gentle whimpers you emit. He remains in that position for a while before inquiring, "Does it still hurt?"With shameless selfishness, Rafayel exercised restraint throughout, feeling the tight grip of your pussy squeezing his throbbing cock and it drove him insane.

Fuck─ he wanted to ravish you.

“No─ N-Not really anymore.” You eventually responded with a gulp permitting him to continue. His earlier edging was a prelude to this, as your arousal coated your intimacy forming a natural lubricant. Rafayel proceeded to push deeper into you and your reaction remained most responsive.

Inch by inch, you took him in.

"That feels good" You moaned shamelessly and Rafayel attached his lips to your throat, bringing an otherworldly kind of ecstasy to you. Slowly, he sunk deeper into you. The initial discomfort of being stretched and filled gives way to overwhelming realms of pleasure coursing through your senses.

“It feels so good” You whine as he rolls his hips, biting his lip to contain a semblance of his sanity.

"I've had dreams of this" He admits, loving the way you're so willing to take him in even with the initial discomfort. "Dreams of you. My muse. You were right, after getting a taste I doubt I can ever be without you."

You nod your head weakly and Rafayel slides his hands into yours intertwining your fingers just as he bottoms out in you. "Shh," He quieted you with a gentle whisper, slowly commencing a gentle rhythmic thrust of his hips providing you with a moment to adjust. Yet, impatience took over and you rolled your hips, emitting a moan at the euphoric sensation that left your eyes rolling. Before long, Rafayel has undeniably picked him his pace and his actions are now characterized by a precise execution of snapping his hips against yours, his cock reaching the deepest recesses within you, and as he gains speed his thrusts delve even deeper, and your responses become increasingly animated. Your hands explored every inch of his shoulders, torso, through his hair and down his back. Your lips parted with each heaving breath he drew from your chest, while his lips fervently sucked on your neck.

The delightful singing of your moans, the way your face twisted in pain and pleasure, and when you constantly arched your back and found a rhythm in rolling your hips to meet his, Rafayel could hold himself back no longer and pumped his cock into your walls, infiltrating and memorizing every crevice. Upon seeing your breasts shake with the movement and your mouth agape, he pulled out and thrust right back in with a force that eroded any lingering shreds of dignity.

Still, you had the nerve to bite your lip and smile so seductively at him, saying, “It feels so good.”

Then and there, Rafayel knew that you weren't the demure innocent little fish ensnared in his trap from the start; you were the prey, teasing the hunter with the knowledge that escape was within your grasp, unmarred.

"Taking me all" He chuckles without mirth, a hint of the devil reflecting in the crimson hue within his amethyst eyes. "Such a good girl, aren't you little one"

The faint glint of his fangs becomes apparent when he smiles, tempting you to passionately kiss him at the mere sight.

God, you were so wet, so soaked for him.Rafayel cradled your face in the palm of his right hand, attuned to the clenching of your muscles around him and the loud explicit squelching of his cock driving into you. He sensed the imminent arrival of your climax.

"Cum for me" He demands softly and you can't refuse him, can't refuse the way he holds you as his cock pumps into you. And you cum hard and fast, your body convulsing in response.

Your head droops back listlessly as do your hands, and Rafayel's grin widens as if he's stumbled upon the perfect canvas for his artistry. Words seemingly elude your mind to articulate such an experience. It was transformative, stripping away every vestige of shyness and leaving only exhaustion in its wake. Your release trickles out, enveloping his shaft, propelling him towards his climax. Rafayel thrusts his member deeply into you, and with a groan intertwined with a whine, he climaxes inside you, filling you without mercy to the absolute brim.

"Fuck" He whines, his forehead pressing against yours as his body collapses onto you, ensconced within the comfort of your embrace. Together, you climax and ride out your high as your essence intertwines and spills out between you onto the luxurious upholstery of his couch, a touch of crimson blending with the mix.

Rafayel embraces you tightly, repositioning himself onto his back with you resting on his chest. He gently guides your head to rest above his heartbeat and keeps you securely in that position.“You okay?” He asked, placing a kiss on the side of your head.

"This wasn't how I expected my night to go" You confess sleepily, and Rafayel concurs, but neither of you is complaining.

"You need to pee" He suddenly says, though his motionless form indicates he's as reluctant to move as you are. "And we need to clean up"

"Just─ Just a minute longer, I love being like this" With your words, your head nestles into his chest, leaving Rafayel with no option but to comply. He holds you tightly, savouring the moment, believing it might be the beginning and the end of his resolve.

This night has sealed the deal for him completely. He is no longer an individual entity, and it's been that way for quite some time. Now, he unequivocally belongs to you.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 8

Day Seven | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Nine

Pairing: Rafael Barba x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Cockwarming; restraints; spanking; impact play; Dom/Brat dynamics; choking; rough sex; oral sex; vaginal sex; cum shot; cum play

Your thighs ached where they were stretched across Rafael’s lap in a straddle. Your hands hooked together behind his back, your arms curled around his shoulders. You had only just managed to lull yourself into focusing on your breathing, not in the feeling of him tucked between your thighs.

Oh—no. The reminder made your pussy throb around him, your body going warm with muted embarrassment. He gave a questioning hum at the feeling, and you shook your head just a little, your chin making a soft shushing noise as it brushed against his shirt and suspenders.

"Sorry," You mumbled. "Won't happen again."

"Yes it will." He didn't say it meanly, and you didn't take it meanly, either. It was just a fact. It happened every time you did this. It was an inevitability.

"You alright?" He added.

"Mhm."

"Your legs asleep?"

"Mmm..." You curled your toes, giving your legs a gentle swing. Your legs felt strained; your thigh was beginning to cramp just a little. "Getting there."

"Color?"

"Green," You insisted, crushing your body closer against his. Rafael chuckled softly. You heard him turn a page, felt his arms shift against your sides as he took up a pen and returned to his work.

"Alright," He soothed before he fell silent again, refocusing on his work. You took in a deep breath, letting your eyes slide closed. Just focus on your breathing. Focus on your breathing, and not on the warm body pressed up against you. Focus on your breathing, and not on the feeling of his breath against your bare shoulder. Focus on your breathing, and not on the—

You bit your lip, fighting back a whimper as you felt Rafael's cock hardening.

"Rafa," You mumbled weakly.

"I can't help it," He purred, nuzzling into your neck as he lowered a hand to rest on your lower back. "You're being so good for me."

Your cunt clutched around him again, and you gave an experimental roll of your hips, but Rafael tutted softly, stilling you.

"Did I tell you to move?"

You pouted as you sagged into him.

"No," You grumbled.

"So what exactly do you think you're doing?"

"...Alleviating a leg cramp?"

"You're an awful liar."

"Am not."

"Are you sure you want to start down that road?"

If you wanted to cum, the right answer was no. If you wanted to annoy Rafael, the right answer was yes. And sure, you'd been on his lap for nearly two hours, but Rafael had come home early just to burrow into his office to work. What else were you supposed to do, just wait for him to be finished? 

"I'm waiting," He added. Ugh, he was so impatient. Damnit, you wanted to cum so badly, and if you just kept your mouth shut—

You leaned back, your body almost syrupy as you shifted fully for the first time in two hours. You fixed Rafael with a stern gaze as you propped your elbows up on the desk behind you, arching a brow. Rafael's expression remained neutral, but you could see the twinkling of mirth in his warm, dark eyes. As good as his poker face was, he couldn't seem to resist trailing his eyes covetously over your naked body, drifting over your breasts, his tongue darting out over his lips as his gaze settled on where the two of you were joined.

"I am not an awful liar," You insisted.

"Sweetheart, if I got you in front of a grand jury, they would vote to indict."  

"On being a shitty liar?"

"Mhm."

"Evidence?"

"This, right now, right here."

"Not enough to build a case."

"You want me to establish a pattern?"

"I would love for you to, but you have jack shit, Barba."

"When I asked you who ate the last yogurt last week?"

"We only thought it was the last one. You found another behind the eggs."

"You still pretended that you hadn't eaten what we thought was the last one."

"Because I knew, deep down, that it was not."

"Deep down isn't going to be enough for a jury."

"Neither is this weak sauce."

"Fine. Your cousin's engagement."

"Expand on that."

"You told your cousin that you had no idea when she was being proposed to—"

"Right."

"That you hadn't seen a ring—"

"Correct."

"And knew of no plans that her boyfriend had."

"Correct."

"All lies."

"Yes, but all lies for a greater good. And, may I add, all convincing lies. She had no idea that it would happen and thanked me for keeping the secret once she knew the truth. Your case isn't holding water here, Barba."

"Really."

"Swiss cheese. Full'a holes."

"Tell me this, then."

"Mm?"

"Is your leg still cramping?"

You bit down on the inside of your cheek, keeping your gaze steadily on Rafael's.

"Maybe."

"It's a yes or no question."

"Ish."

“Yes. Or. No.” 

Your smile widened as you feel Rafael’s cock twitch inside of you. 

“Is this turning you on, Mr. Barba?” You shifted against the desk, giving a subtle roll of your hips as you did. He groaned lowly, hands raising to grasp your hips and still at you. You grinned as his nails dug into your skin. 

“You are wading into dangerous territory, little girl.”

“Little girl,” You repeated with a chuckle. “You are pissed off.” 

“I’m supposed to be working.”

“You’ve been working all day, and now you’re dreaming up my imaginary indictment. That is a lot of work.” 

Rafael didn’t answer for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly. 

“You told your niece that she couldn’t have any of your ‘grape juice’ when it was not in fact grape juice,” He offered.

“Doing the opposite would’ve classed as endangerment.”

“You cheated on your high school spanish final.” 

“I told you that in confidence. And besides, I got away with it. I am an amazing liar….Which is not to say that I was lying to you earlier.” 

“I don’t believe you.” Rafael’s hands snaked around your back, thumbs sweeping tenderly over the base of your spine. 

“Well, I can’t help that. So?” You wriggled in his lap. Rafael’s smile widened before he slid his hand back around, slapping your hip. 

“Get back in position.” 

Your smile fell swiftly, brow furrowing. 

“But I thought—”

“You thought wrong.” 

“You’re not playing fair.” 

“Yes, I am.” 

“Rafa—” 

“You know the rules—” 

“Oh, come on—”

“And you know the consequences.” 

You did know, and the reminder made your skin tingle. You were already set for a walloping for moving without his permission. You weren’t sure what you’d get for mouthing off—you didn’t think you’d even have to atone for that one tonight. Knowing Rafael, he’d have you writing lines on nightly for a week. It was one of his favorite punishments, and you were certain that it was because he knew how much you disliked it. 

If you leaned back into Rafael now, your punishment would probably be fairly minimal—but not an absolute zero. You’d already committed two indiscretions. You swallowed thickly before you shrugged, giving your hips a blatant shove against his. 

“Care to refresh my memory, counselor?” 

-- 

“Hands behind your back.” 

The order was chased by the clanking of his belt buckle, and a hand nudging you toward his bed. You knelt up on the bed, tucking your hands behind your back, a thrill running through you as you felt the leather being looped, then tightened around them. He gave you another push, bending you forward onto the sheets. You rested your head against them, biting your lip as Rafael smoothed his hand up over your bare backside, then rested a steadying hand on your lower back. You could feel him watching you, waiting for you to call it off. He always gave you a little grace period when things were headed toward the rougher side. 

“Color?” He asked.

“Green.”

You’d hardly gotten the word out before Rafael’s hand came down on your backside with a deafening crack! Your eyes slipped shut, mouth falling open as you leaned into the sting. 

“Count,” Rafael ordered, sliding his hand over the heated flesh. You swallowed thickly, managing to croak out, “One,” just before the second blow fell. You shivered, feeling his fingers brush against your flushed cunt as he drew away. 

“Two.” 

Rafael leveled blow after blow after blow, giving you just moments to catch your breath and count aloud before his hand doled out its punishment again. By the time you reached twenty-four, you could hear Rafael panting behind you. He drew in a deep breath, murmuring, “One more.” 

“Yes.” 

The hand came down, bypassing your hot, tender ass, and landing across your plumped, slick pussy. You yowled, turning your head to quiet some of the sound as your cunt throbbed, sending a ripple of pleasurable pain through you. Fuck, the bastard knew what he was doing. 

“Twenty-five,” You finally mumbled, tongue thick and heavy in your mouth. You heard a thud and glanced back just enough to see Rafael on his knees. He grasped your hips, tugging you back until your legs dangled off of the bed. He dove in, tongue laving your slick opening. You whimpered at the hot slide, at the feeling of him moaning against you. He leaned back and spat, trailing his fingers through your juices before replacing his tongue. You could hear the filthy sound of him grasping his cock, jerking it as he feasted on your pussy. 

“Rafa,” You mumbled, pushing your hips back against him. “I need you inside me—Fuck, fuck that feels so—mm…”

You glanced back as Rafael drew away, standing. His hair had sprung from his neat coif, a few strands bowing over his forehead as he grasped his cock. He caught your eye, holding your gaze as he thrust into you . The two of you both cursed as he sank into your wet heat, feeling you clench around him. He reached down, using the belt around your wrists to tug you into kneeling on the bed. You wobbled, widening your stance to steady yourself as he began to pound into you. He curled his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest, groaning and growling against your skin. His hand came up, tweaking and slapping your nipples. Each little sting brought you closer and closer to the edge. 

You rested your head back against his shoulder, grinning as his hand snaked up to your throat. You nodded, breathing, “Yes,” As he tightened his grip. Rafael nipped your shoulder as he hammered his hips against yours, using the grasp on your neck to guide your body down against his thick length. 

“Can you cum just like this?” He murmured. 

“Yes, Rafael.” 

“Go on, then,” He urged, “Tighten up on that cock—Fuck, that’s it, just like that.” 

You whimpered, hands grasping together as you came harshly, hips bounding against his. Rafael’s hold on your neck kept you from hinging forward and landing in the sheets. He kept thrusting as you came down from your high, pace as rapid and strong as before. You were startled when he pulled out and took hold of your arms, ordering, “Get down.” 

You let him guide you to sit on the floor beside the bed, gazing up at him with cock-drunk eyes. He stood over you, panting, his hand jacking his cock with a filthy squelch and slide. You opened your mouth sticking your tongue out and waggling it back and forth. He groaned, his head tipping back as spurts of hot cum covered your face and mouth. You sighed softly, leaning up and lapping at the head, then giving it a light sucking kiss that made his hips jolt.

Rafael braced his hands on the bed behind your head, carefully lowering himself to sit on the floor beside you. The two of you sat quietly for a few moments, watching one another. He reached up, gathering a few stray drops of cum and holding his finger up. You opened your mouth, sucking the finger between your lips, and smiling as he grinned and chuckled. 

“You dirty little thing,” He murmured fondly. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he reached behind you, undoing the belt holding your wrists together. Your aching arms sagged once they were released. You rolled your wrists, raising your hands and eyeing the indentation left by the leather. You needed to move, and soon. Your ass was throbbing viciously—though the cool wood floor felt nicer than you'd thought it would. Rafael gathered you into his chest, pressing another kiss to your temple. 

"We should get cleaned up," He urged.

"Mm...In a minute."

"Alright. Are you feeling okay?"

"Mhm."

"Hungry, thirsty?"

"Both. But don't move yet, please."

"Okay."

“...Rafael?” 

“Mm?” 

“My leg wasn’t cramping.” 

“Prosecution rests.”

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[purpleph4se]

ultraviolence

rafa “caro” quintero x reader

warnings | smut, fem!reader, dom! rafa, mention of drug use, dirty talk, praise, overstimulation, creampie, pet names so many pet names

a/n | i was listening to lana del rey while writing if you couldn’t tell by the title lmao ok but being totally serious thank you so much for 200 followers it’s honestly a bit shocking but i love y’all :( i’ve finished my finals so i might get back to writing a bit more <3

translations | estás bien? - you ok? , princesa - princess, mi vida - my love/life, preciosa - precious, lo sé bebé - i know baby

rafa shifts you to rest upon the soft covers of his bed, large frame ascending above you, eyes boring into yours it made you quite nervous. “estás bien?” he whispers, fingers gently rubbing against your sides, were you okay? god he was so warm to the point that he made you feel dizzy. maybe it was the weed. you nod your head.

he takes his time, a rare occasion, pressing the fat tip of his cock against your slit, basking in all of your cute expressions as he’s slowly sinks into your slick walls, your fingers moving to seize onto his biceps. “that’s it princesa, that’s a good girl,” he murmurs, muffling your whines and mewls with the plushness of his lips.

he doesn’t move until he was certain you were okay, even then, his eyes never leave yours as he’s rutting against you, the soft pounds of his hips causing you to moan. “m-more rafa, please” he obliges to your words, bringing your legs to rest upon your chest, the steady rhythm of his hips against your skin becoming faster and he watches your teary eyes peering down to where the both of you were connected, as if you couldn’t believe this was real.

“doesn’t that feel good?” you’re slowly nodding your head, relishing the feeling of his body pressed upon yours, “mhmm! f-feels s’ good rafa,” you whisper, rafa brings his forehead to rest upon yours, a slight grin making its way on his face.

you gasp and whine over just how big he is, at how much he’s stretching you out and filling you up, at how it's too much despite the way you clench around him every time he pulls back, like your wet cunt doesn't want him to leave, and it makes him slowly unravel. he sinks himself deep inside you, his hips flush to yours, pushing right against your clit. your eyes mist over, the tears hanging on to your lashes threatening to fall like rain drops. you feel so incredibly full, so incredibly stimulated, you can hardly think of anything but full full full.

“fuck, i love your sweet little pussy,” your stomach churns with pleasure, an unfamiliar feeling pools in your belly becoming more evident, “oh fuck—wait, rafa!” you’re settling a hand on his chest, but rafa completely ignores your words instead, his thrusts grow faster, balls slapping against the swell of your ass as tears slip down your cheeks from the immense pleasure.

your eyes reel to the back of your head, a broken sob parting your lips as your cunt spasms around his cock, earning a guttural moan from rafa who feels you clamping around him so tightly, gushes of your arousal leaks onto your thighs and his pelvis, “m’ sorry, i-i don’t know wh—“ he cuts you off with a kiss, he was definitely into that.

your senses are vague, eyes clouded with tears when rafa rises from your body, stunned when he’s assisting you as he's abruptly laying back, making himself comfortable and making you do all of the work. "i want to watch this time, mi vida" you complain at his sudden request, it seemed impossible to do especially with his…size. rafa just laughs at your sweet whines. he nearly nearly gives in.

you get up, your legs are trembling as you're flinging one over his side, his cock grazing against your slick folds, rafa grants a firm slap on your ass that had you gasping. with a mean look your gently you're dropping down his length, hands sprawled against his thighs for support. he was big, whimpering as you slowly descended on his length, each agonizing inch slipping by the tight ring of muscle.

all you could hear was rafas soft voice as he’s murmuring all sorts of praises, a shaky groan leaving his lips when you're firmly seated on his lower abdomen. he’s groping the flesh of your ass, eyeing the way his cock vanished within your folds, gradually rising to drop back down, earning a satisfied moan from the both of you.

the slick sounds of your cunt and your moans are echoing in the bedroom, rafa muttering how stunning you were bouncing on his cock, producing such a mess for him, thighs damp with your arousal. he watched the way your tongue lolled out with saliva seeping down your chin, tits bouncing with each drop of your hips had his cock twitching inside you.

"doin’ so good preciosa, making such a mess for me," his thumb strokes soft circles on your sides, your moans growing louder when he's beginning to rut his hips, corresponding to the pace you had, "taking my cock so well aren't you? look at you…" his words swarm your hazed mind, rafa grunting when he senses you clenching around him, his praises clouded your mind.

"yeah? love it when i tell you how good you are hm?" you're nodding your head as you slide yourself up and down his cock, his words made you turn to mush, you could practically start crying again.

"rafa, rafa—'m gonna cum—fuck—please, please." you whine, hips rolling against him, nails digging into his thighs, "lo sé bebé, i’ve got you" he's suddenly grabbing onto your sides, taking you aback when he's starts to move you up and down his length, hearing your content mewls at his actions and cunt spasming around him.

he threw his head back as your cunt continued to throb around his cock as he pounded in and out of you. “fuck, princesa. gonna let me cum inside you? fill up my pretty pussy?” he delivered a spank your ass, a yelp falling from your mouth. “yes, yes! please make me all yours—!” you gasped as he bottomed out with one abrupt thrust, setting a ravenous pace immediately and fucking up into you. your moans were minimized to choked out pants and whimpers, your mind clouded with a haze of lust and ecstasy.

rafa let out a breathy moan as his hips stilled inside of you. your head is thrown back, sensing rafa spilling inside you, “such a good girl for me," he's observing as his cock slips out of your cunt, cum trickling onto his pelvis. he doesn't want you to move from him yet, going to circle his arms around your waist.

"did such a good job, looked so pretty taking my cock don't you think?" he smiles against your skin, you hide your face in complete embarrassment. "rafaaa don't say that," you whine, earning a small chuckle from him before he's kissing your shoulder.

[hausofmamadas]

ALL ABOARD THE POBRECITO EXPRESSWAY | The Man, the myth, the OG Pobrecito, Javier Peña

♫ To the tune of One for the Road by Arctic Monkeys ♫

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Wow, okay Jesus H Christ. I made another thing? A thing I never thought I’d make. Bc frankly, I’m an insufferable contrarian to my grave, despite the fact that I hate hipsters. I do see the irony. I don’t really— Okay, look. Listen. Doing a massively popular fanfav character has always seemed like a lot of hoopla? There’s already so much content out there, and I’m always like my favs have to be randos that only had like 3 lines in the whole show “Meeeh, what do I have to say that hasn’t already been said. What do I have to add that hasn’t been done yet?” tbh I’m not at all confident that another One for the Road Javier Peña edit isn’t already out there bc the combo is like PB&J

But there is good news porque por lo visto, parece que tengo un bien chinga de cosas que decir about our Javier Peña. He is, as everyone knows, a multi-faceted man: he’s a lover, hes a fighter, but most importantly he is the OG sad!boi, sad sack, bury my feelings in any woman within a 5mi radius bc I prefer that to processing trauma bc who needs sanity or true human connection and King Pobrecito, for which we members of the Narcos/Nmx Fanfic Writer’s Discord have dubbed him, Conductor of the Pobrecito Expressway.

Oh praytell, what is the Pobrecito Expressway? So veryfuckingglad you asked you didn’t, shhhh. It is a train driven by Javi head engineer is naturally, Walt Breslin that dutifully shepherds passenger cars of similarly precious, forlorn pobrecitos from the Narcos/Nmx franchise.

Now, to be a pobrecito, one must have:

a) sad puppy eyes b) a personal life in shambles c) a will to succeed at all costs including their sanity and at the expense of those around them d) Many Problems, not entirely of their own making but that are undoubtedly exacerbated by the their inability to reconcile their emotional natures with the toxically masculine environments they are immersed in namely The Law and/or a Life of Crime.

And let me do tell you, there are many. Actually it might be easier to list those not on this crazy train. Hmm, so btwn the 2 shows, it'd be: Steve, Kiki, Benjamin, Miguel who did try to board the train but everyone hated him so much, they threw him off the back, Pacho, Chepe, Gilberto altho Navegante does, from time to time, end up rail hopping and everyone’s always yelling at him bc he is neither Big Sad, nor does he have a ticket. Oh, and I feel like it goes without saying, none of the incredible women are on this train. No, they’re enjoying champagne on a private jet pa’ todas las pendejadas they’ve had to deal with.

But yeah, basically everyone else is there. All food groups equally represented. Just moping from passenger car to the restaurant car, chain smoking, trying to untangle themselves from the red string they’ve been pinning to their walls, or trying and failing to remember how many drinks they’ve had and if there’s enough blow on the train to make them feel sober enough to continue drinking (you know who you are…. Rafa, Ramón.) And at the head of this train of absurdity is a one Javi Peña! A light(?) in the dark, to show them the way thru Pobre-dom. Which is to say he has no guidance, no idea where he’s going, doesn’t have a license even to conduct a train, pero se fue alaverga and we out here and no one’s crashed yet so! yay?

Anyway, I’ll shut up now. Here’s the thing I made.

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[elocinnicole]

gfg Pt. 1

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Maya Smith) x Daveed Diggs Rating: M 18+ MINORS DNI strong language, drug usage, SMUT unprotected sex, public sex, spanking, fingering, dirty talk, voyeurism, exhibitionism, double penetration, edging, overstimulation, slight dacryphilia, daddy kink, sir kink, oral m/f receiving, dom/sub. FILTH Summary: Rafael and Reader invite Daveed to their bedroom Word Count: 1.8K Requested: YES! From this Anon ask, y’all this was literally the first request when I opened my asks again. At first, I was like

Then I was like

Maya sat in the green room scrolling on her phone, the clippng concert had just ended, and she managed to escape backstage to wait for her boyfriend of five years. Maya was deliberate in picking what she chose to wear tonight and she received the exact reaction she was hoping for. Maya wore this out specifically for Rafael. She decided against standing near the front of the crowd, as that would be too obvious, so she opted to stand in the middle, center stage right in Rafael’s eyesight when he would be on stage with Daveed.

She could still recall the moment when his eyes met hers during the concert and the look he gave her when he saw what she was wearing. It sent shivers throughout her body, she bit her lip in anticipation of their plans tonight. She could feel the arousal between her thighs the whole concert. The door opened and Maya looked up from her spot hoping to see Rafael but it was Daveed. He was still sweaty, and shirtless, from the concert.

“You always manage to lose your shirt during a concert Diggs.” Maya teased a smirk on her face. Maya and Daveed always participated in playful flirting when they were around each other, ever since Rafa introduced the two of them, it was harmless…well at least on Daveed’s end.

“It’s only for you,” he winked, “and I know you not talkin’.” He said about what she was wearing.

“Was I too distracting?” Maya questioned, crossing her legs, showing off more of her thighs to Daveed. Daveed laughed nervously,

“Yeah, the lights kept shining off your big ass forehead,” Daveed deflected. Maya had to bring out the big guns, she got up and walked past Daveed, not without brushing her ass against him.

“Sorry, D.” She said obliviously as she bent down to grab a water bottle from the mini-fridge.

“Damn,” Daveed exclaimed eyeing Maya’s body.

“Like what you see Diggs? You know, I didn’t only wear this outfit for Rafa.” Maya slowly approached the man until their faces were inches from each other. Daveed cursed under his breath.

“You okay there, Daveed?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,”

“You sure?” She stepped even closer to him, her breasts pushing up against his hard chest. Daveed held back a groan, he wanted to pinch himself because he had to be dreaming. Even if he was, he didn’t want to wake up. Maya didn’t give him a chance to respond before she wrapped her hands around his neck, her lips dangerously close to his.

“What you doin’ Maya?”

“I don’t know,” she responded feigning innocence “What do you want me to do?” The door opened to reveal Rafa. Daveed had practically jumped away from Maya, Rafa had a dark glint in his eyes.

“Keeping my lady company Diggs?” Rafa walked into the room and stood beside her. She didn’t miss the subtle squeeze on her side.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, um I’m gonna talk to Bill real quick,” Daveed said absentmindedly leaving the green room quickly. Once he was gone Rafa turned his gaze to Maya

“What?”

“You know what, so?”

“Oh, he’s definitely down, let’s shoot for next week, my birthday.” Maya grinned “He probably would’ve fucked me if you didn’t come in.”

“Oh really?” Rafa grabbed Maya’s hand and led her back to the sofa. He sat down and she instantly straddled him

“Mhmm, I was hoping he would, I wanted him to bend me over the sofa and fuck me so bad, I just know his dick is big,” Maya whispered into Rafa’s ear, purposefully trying to get under his skin. You gasped when Rafa roughly grabbed your hair

“What are you trying to do Maya?” Rafa asked his lips ghosting over yours, you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face.

“Should’ve known you’d enjoy this too much,” Rafa said rubbing his thumb over your lips, you obediently opened your mouth and he pushed his thumb in. You moaned around the digit, your eyes never leaving Rafa’s. You ground your hips down, moaning wantonly, feeling Rafa’s hard dick through his sweatpants. Rafa removed his thumb from your mouth. Rafa leaned back on the couch, his arms spread out. Rafa gave you a look and you knew what he wanted. You unbuttoned your shorts and lifted your body before flinging them off. Rafa attacked your mouth not giving you a chance to react to the passionate kiss. It didn’t take long for Rafa’s hands to travel down until he dipped his hands into your fishnet tights, he smiled into the kiss when he discovered you weren’t wearing any panties. You hungrily looked at your boyfriend before you were suddenly turned over and laying across his lap.

“This is not what I told you to wear,” Rafa said darkly as he ripped your tights.

“I’m sorry sir, the dress couldn’t fit.”

“Cause of all that ass,” He said kneading Maya's ass, making her moan aloud

“You better keep it down before someone hears you. Unless that’s what you want. You want someone to come in here and see how much of a slut you really are? You got everyone fooled that you’re so innocent but you know what you are deep down. You still need a punishment one, for not wearing the dress, and two, for trying to make me mad. How many do you think?”

“Five, sir.” Rafa hummed,

“Shouldn’t even call this a punishment, you love this don’t you?”

“I love whatever punishment you give me sir,”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green.”

“Hmm, count and if you mess up I’ll start over.”

“Yes sir—aaahh!” Rafa's hand came down on her ass…hard

“One,”

“Mmm, Two!” Maya almost screamed when she felt Rafa’s finger rubbing gentle circles on her clit and then roughly pinching it. She didn’t have a chance to react, Rafa landed two hard slaps.

“Three! Four!” Maya said into Rafa’s thigh.

“One more baby, you’re doing so good.” Maya could only moan in response, she had been on edge since she left their place. Rafa delivered one last slap.

“Five!” Rafa picked Maya up so that her back was against his chest, her legs spread open. She gasped loudly when Rafa sunk three fingers into her, instantly finding the spot that made her eyes roll to the back of her head. Maya should’ve kept her mouth shut, but who would she be if didn’t push the envelope a bit?

“Mmm, Daveed,” She moaned Rafa landed a slap on her clit, he covered Maya’s mouth when she cried out

“You really wanna piss me off?” He said into the crook of her neck.

“No, sir.” She breathed.

“I think you do, you’re being bad Maya, and bad girls don’t get to come.” Rafa pulled his fingers out and placed them in front of Maya she obediently opened her mouth and took the digits into her mouth, moaning at the taste of herself. Three heavy knocks made the couple pause in their moment.

“Yo Raf! Diggs said you're needed at the meet and greet.”

“Looks, like we’re gonna have to do this the fast way.” Maya got off her boyfriend’s lap and instantly sunk to her knees.

“Raf?!”

“Give me five minutes!”

Maya eagerly undid Rafa’s jeans and pulled out his hard dick. Maya swallows him, taking him as far as she could. She put her hands behind her back and let Rafa fuck her mouth. He placed his hands on the back of her head and thrust his hips up, making her gag around his dick. It didn’t long take for Rafa to come, Maya swallowing all that he gave. Maya smiled wickedly at Rafa licking her lips.

“I love you so much, you did so good baby. I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“Mm, I love you too and you were perfect.”

“Wait for me here? I’ll be right back.” Rafael hurriedly pulled up his jeans and rushed out of the room. Luckily for Maya, there was a bathroom in the green room. By the time she was done freshening up Rafael had returned.

“You hungry?”

“Yeah, can we get ramen?”

“Of course, we can get it to-go, head home and take a bath together.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

Next Week

Rafael and Daveed were sitting on the couch not even remembering why they were laughing so hard. Rafael hosted a kickback for Maya’s birthday. By now everyone had left, and it was just the three of them, which was the perfect time to spark up. Maya sat on the other side her legs sprawled over Rafa. Maya smiled slyly when a wicked idea came to mind, she grabbed Rafa’s face pulling him close to hers, and did a shotgun; making sure to exchange eye contact with Daveed the entire time who shifted uncomfortably on his side of the sofa.

“So I’m gonna head out.”

“Are you sure? We were gonna play a game,” Maya pouted

“Nah, I’m a little faded.”

“All the more reason you shouldn’t leave.” Maya crawled over to Daveed’s side of the sofa. Daveed frowned, why the hell wasn’t Rafa saying anything, Daveed visibly gulped when Maya straddled him.

“Your mouth says you want to leave, but something else is telling me differently.”

“Rafa, what the fuck?!”

“Stay…Daveed, I want you to…for me. I’ll say please,” Maya leaned in close by his ear “and other things.” She whispered, Daveed chuckled nervously

“Raf!”

“Maya and I have been talking and we want to do this with you. If you want.” Daveed would be lying if he didn’t say he thought it about…plenty of times…late at night…last night. He never acted on it because he didn’t want to jeopardize his friendship with Rafa and his relationship with Maya.

“No strings attached?”

“We can make this a regular thing if you want,” Maya offered eagerly.

“You better give her an answer soon, Diggs.” Rafael teased as he handed Daveed the blunt. Daveed took a large inhale, fuck it.

“Can I be a good girl for you, Daddy?” Maya asked as she began to slowly grind against Daveed,

“Fuck, I think I should be asking you that,” Daveed hands went to Maya’s waist to control her movements

“Are you gonna be a good girl for both of us?”

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[chaotictarlos]

👦🏾 | what are the origins of slutty Carlos? 👀 anything specific other than Rafa being fine af?

SLUTTY CARLOS ORIGIN STORY. I don't think anyone has ever asked me this before.

Slutty Carlos came out of Rafael being a slut and posting gym content. Namely this gym content:

This video fully broke me and I determined that it would also break TK to see his husband working out like this.

I enjoy playing with the dynamics of TK and Carlos, and most often when I read Tarlos fic Carlos is typically the top / more dom of the two and I think it's fun to switch it up. Also, Rafael gives us such great slutty content. So now, when he posts a thirst trap, I write a Slutty Carlos fic. It's a win for everyone really.

If you haven't here's the Slutty Carlos series (We can get a little crazy just for fun). I have a lot of fics planned for this series and they're all connected but they can all each be read on their own.

[game-set-canet]

8, 10, & 19 for the tennis ask game :) -rublobeloved (also im sending this on desktop and i love ur background, more people for custom themes!!!)

8. favourite on-court moment this year? Carlitos winning Wimbledon and Andrey winning Monte Carlo

10. do you have a favourite tennis fan(dom) moment from this year? i have a personal favourite tennis fan moment: i got an autograph from Domi and took some beautiful photos of him 🥰 (and i sat first row during Karen's match). favourite fandom moment was everyone posting about Jannik! my dash was full of Jannik and i loved it so so much

19. what are you looking forward to in next year's season? Rafa coming back! Matteo coming back! Denis coming back! i really really hope Jannik can do the next big thing next season

thank you so so much! 💖🤗

off-season tennisblr ask game

[bardic-tales]

pardon me if I misremembering, did you pair your SW oc with Vette and/or Quinn? If so, would you like to share your headcanons about them? 🙂

Hi, Seren. I hope you're having a wonderful day, and thank you so much for the question.

You did remember right. My Dhehaynn Darkrose. In my verse for swtor, Auron -- my husband's warrior -- is the player character for the Wraith that you see in the game, and he becomes Noktis' Wraith during the events of KOTFE. Dhehaynn is Noktis' executioner and could be considered to be a Darth Vader like character in the way Vader serves the Emperor.

She also had a romantic relationship with both Quinn and Vette. I'll separate the head canon for the two. This all can change as I flesh out Noktis' empire more.

As always, these are canon divergent. Almost all of my SWTOR characters are as the characters usually are members of Noktis' noncanon Empire.

Malavai Quinn

Dhehaynn and Quinn's relationship was mostly a purely physical one. She would arrange for a rendezvous when they both were on Dromund Kaas at the same time. They have a dom and sub relationship where she dominates him.

Some of the common interests for both of them are devising new tactics, studying military history and battles, as well as discussing and reading holo-books and military doctrines. Their known to discuss military strategies in bed.

As he is an Imperial Officer and she is a Darth, their goals often align. They are deeply committed to the Sith Empire’s cause and to its success. They both seek advancement in rank and authority. These desires will often influence their actions and decisions. He would betray the Sith named Lord Auron; she, follow Noktis when he decides not to return to the Empire during the game events of Onslaught and Legacy of the Sith.

As Quinn is used to kissing ass to Sith, he is usually the one who gives in and compromises. Dhehaynn can be a bit prideful and will never admit that she can be wrong. She is very use to getting her way. This leads to their BDSM relationship. It was a natural step in their relationship.

While she is allosexual with a high sex drive, Dhehaynn is extremely loyal to him. She never has any other lovers during her travels to exert Noktis' will. In fact, she will often communicate with him through a holoterminal she has in her personal quarters on her ship.

When Auron cut down Quinn on Iokath, Dhehaynn felt his passing through the Force. She did not avenge him, but she regularly uses her anger and grief to fuel the Dark Side.

Vette

They both have a fascination for history and lore. They each share stories, learn about significant events, and delving into the rich lore of the galaxy.

When their relationship was developing into lovers, Vette was often scared that Dhehaynn will see her as a weakness and will end her life. Dheyann is Noktis' apprentice, and as such, Noktis has shared a unique belief with her. Hate will end when the target of the hatred dies. Love fuels passion and can be consider eternal.

Vette is fearful of any angry outbursts that Dhehaynn may have, and as a Sith, Dhehaynn typically revels in those negative emotions. During those times, Dhehaynn tries to remember Notkis’ training. An unhinged Sith is no better than a beast, and as Sith, they are better than beasts. During KOTET, Dhehaynn actually murdered a Sith for using a shock collar on a slave — as the slave reminded her of Vette.

I was inspired by Rosa Diaz and Jocelyn from Brooklyn Nine-Nine when I was crafting Dhette. I’m trying to show a sweet and supportive bond between Dhehaynn and Vette. Vette serves as a pillar of support for Dhehaynn. She could be considered her safe space. Like Cynthia and Noktis, their relationship demonstrates that love can flourish even in the face of adversity.

Dhehaynn, Vette, and two Imperials found themselves in a perilous situation as they explored Rafa V for a valuable artifact for Noktis. Separated from their allies, Dhehaynn and Vette relied on each other. She led the fight with her lightsaber skills, while Vette provided range support with her blasters. Amid the chaos, they share vulnerabilities: Dhehaynn’s grief over Quinn and Vette’s fears of being placed back into slavery. In sync, they counter the enemy, emerge victorious, and secure the artifact for their master. They also found love.

They validate each other through their actions, words, and Vette’s emotional support. Dhehaynn validates Vette by recognizing and appreciating her intelligence, resourcesfulness, and unique skills. Vette, in turn, validates Dhehaynn by acknowledging her power, competence, and leadership. She respects Dhehaynn’s abilities and judgment.

[paperstorm]

No cause imagine it’s tk and he surprises all of us and tosses Carlos 😭😭

Idk why like in fics I love reading them take turns and both be dominant and submissive but deep down and from what the show shows us a little I love that Carlos seems to be the dominant one.. idk why something about him taking care of tk makes me 😏

In what we’ve seen in canon Carlos definitely is portrayed as the more dominant one but like Rafa said in that cameo answer everyone needs to be taken care of and cherished from time to time even doms! It’s probably a much bigger deal for him to trust someone enough to be vulnerable with them but he trusts TK that much and that part of it is so beautiful

[thatesqcrush]

Hi ! How are you ?

Can i request "Pool/shower sex" square with Rafael pleaaase ? Something filthyyyy with Dom!Rafa for Kinktober 2022 ? 💙

Thank you!! 😊

Hi!!! Love love love this!! You got it!

[fitei]

Você me fez chorar de felicidade esses dias com aquilo que me falou sobre meu amigo. E hoje eu venho aqui te enviar muito amor. Obrigada por ser você, por ter esse dom e por espalhar coisas boas por onde passa. Sou sua fã, Rafa 🤍

fico extremamente feliz por ter aceitado e que te fez bem, sempre que precisar pode me chamar! também te envio todo esse amor! lhe agradeço por me aceitar como sou, e eu que sou teu fã, mi 💐🖤

[storiesofsvu]

Hi Kat! How are you ?

Any fanfics recs with Rafael Barba (smutty smutty if you have any with Dom!Rafa) Thaaank you, have a nice day. 💙

hey! i'm alright lol.

Like, from other people? I'll send ya over to @thatesqcrush @adarafaelbarba @beccabarba @melk917 @pascalispretty @lannister-slings-and-arrows @teamsladsandgents and probably more that i'm forgetting about.

As for my own fics...anything pink is smut,

Negotiations, Red Lace, I'm not sure which ones he's super dom! in tbh. i haven't read much of my own stuff recently. lol

[elocinnicole]

America's Ass

Pairing: Rafael Casal x OFC Black!Reader (Lena Ellis)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI smut (spanking, exhibitionism, oral f/m receiving, public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex) daddy kink, Dom!Rafa, dirty talk, strong language throughout. This is filthy y’all, maybe my filthiest yet.

Summary: Rafael takes Lena to an iPic theater to see the Avenger’s Endgame premiere

Word Count: 2.7K

AN: This is for @ramp-it-up DJ’s I Love You 3000 Writing Challenge. Congratulations again love! Also, thank you for contributing to the fandoms and adding space for Black Readers to have a seat at the table. I figured I’d combine both fandoms, I hope you enjoy!

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

2019

Lena sighed loudly as she plopped down onto the bed. Looks like she’s going to sleep alone…again…for the third night…this week. She knew Rafa was busy filming that movie for HBO but she feels like he never sees him anymore. She understands, she really does, with her having a demanding job, but it’s just that when she finally has free time, he’s busy and when he’s not working on anything usually she’s back at work. Just then the front door opened and she could hear Mia excitedly greet her boyfriend. She grabbed her wine glass, she had already had a few and with her irritation rising like vomit, she didn’t want to say anything to start an argument.

“Hey Mia, hey girl, where’s Lena?”

“Back here!” She called out, Rafa entered the bedroom with an apologetic smile on his face and takeout from her favorite carry-out.

“Hey, Lean,” He greeted he tried to kiss her but she moved her head back.  “Babe, I’m sorry, I know I’m late, I brought your favorite,”

“That’s nice.” She said dismissively as she scrolled down her social media

“I know, Lean, I know. I promise once the movie comes out, I’ll make it up to you.”

“Okay.”

“Lena, I promise, Friday I got you.” Lena wanted to believe him, but with his growing busy schedule, last-minute meetings, and phone calls, were taking precedence over her. She understood, she knew what she was getting into when they started their relationship but it doesn’t make it hurt any less.

“We’ll see.” She sighed getting comfortable

“Lena, you know I don’t like being away from you.” Lena wished he would just stop talking to her. She could feel her word vomit coming on and once she got started, she didn’t want to stop.

“I don’t know, maybe there’s someone else that’s taking up your time.” Fuck. She shouldn’t have said that but the five glasses of Pinot Noir say otherwise.

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“What I just said,”

“Lena, I’m so fuckin tired I don’t even have time to cheat on you even if I am, which I’m not.”

“How do I know that? We haven’t had sex in a month.” Rafa groaned in irritation, this is the last thing he wanted to do.

“Raf, the last time we had sex was after that Warrior's Game last month. I don’t want to talk about it anymore, can you put that food in the fridge before you go to bed.” With that Lena turned off the lamp on her nightstand and laid down to go to sleep.

After taking his much-needed shower, Rafa came out of the bathroom and smirked when he saw Lena who appeared to be fast asleep. He got in the bed, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Rafa has been busy these past few weeks, he knows that he’s been coming home later and later. He’s been at the studio almost every night this week, not getting home until well after midnight. Now that he thinks of it it has been a while, that’s when an idea hit him.

Lena groaned when she felt Rafa’s hand caressing her breasts, any other time she’d leap at the chance to fuck her boyfriend, but she was still a little salty with him and slightly drunk. She shrugged him off moving over,

“Rafael, I’m trying to sleep.” She dismissed

“Lean, come on babe, I’m so hard right now.”

“Then maybe you should call that bitch you fuckin.” Lena said definitively

“Lena, for the last time I’m not fuckin anyone else!”  Rafa whispered loudly

“Good night Rafael,”

The next morning, Lena awoke to an empty bed again and an awful headache. She should be used to it by now, not the hangover, her boyfriend dashing out first thing in the morning. She checked her phone to see if Rafa texted her and he didn’t. Which was strange, usually he texts her if he’s leaving before she wakes up. Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door opened to reveal Rafael with a cup of coffee in hand and a brown paper bag from their favorite breakfast spot.

“Damn it, I was gonna surprise you.” Lena smiles softly at Rafa’s attempt to treat her to breakfast

“What’s this?” Lena asked, graciously taking the cup of coffee from his hands.

“I know I don’t deserve the best boyfriend award, but I want to make it up to you,”

“How you gonna make it up to me?” but first, I need an apology.”

“An apology?”

“Yeah an apology,” He smirked, Lena knew what he was trying to do but she was not going to give in easily

“What do I need to apologize for?”

“What you say, Lena?” Rafa asked smugly, his hand coming down hard on her ass, she bit back a moan.

“Have I ever done anything that would make you think I would ever cheat on you?” Rafa asked smacking her ass again, 

“No,” She sobbed

“Do you really think I would make love to another woman?” He spanked her twice once on each cheek, Lena guess she took too long to answer because he smacked her ass one more time.

“No,”

“You know that I fucking love you, you’re the most important person in my life.” He emphasized

“You know what you have to say so I can stop your punishment,” Rafael said from above her, kneading her sore ass.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbled

“What was that, I think you may need 10 more,”

“No, I’m sorry, for accusing you. I love you too.” She said quickly

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”  Rafa pulled her up so that she straddled his lap and pulled her into a hug.

“You did such a good job, I wasn’t too rough was I?”

“No, you were perfect,” Lena said into his neck

“Let’s take a shower and get something to eat,” Rafa suggested

After a much-needed shower, Rafa and Lean entered the kitchen ready to eat the food he ordered for them. He looked and saw a brown amazon box on the counter.

“Is that for me?” He asked motioning toward the package

“Yeah, it came yesterday I didn’t get a chance to tell you,” Lena said with a playful glint in her eye.

“Go ahead and open it, I got it for you maybe we can try it out today.”

In hindsight Rafa should’ve taken his girlfriend to see a different movie, hell they could’ve seen The Curse of La Llorona again but here they are at the fucking movie theater and Lena is fangirling over Captain fucking America and it’s pissing him off.

“Damn he so fine,” Lena muttered to herself she noticed Rafa shift uncomfortably and smirked inwardly. She knew she was walking on thin ice, but in all honesty, she wanted to see how far he would go.

“He not all that,” Rafa said earning a shush from a nearby moviegoer.  As they watched the fight scene Rafa noticed Lena rubbing her thighs together, making her leather skirt ride up, he clenched his jaw in irritation.

“I just know he got a big dick,” Lena whispered loudly knowing Rafa could hear her. Rafa leaned over, his lips ghosting over her ear. Not that anyone could hear what he was saying with the loudspeakers in the theater.

“I don’t know what game you’re trying to play, but don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

“Fuck, he’s just so damn sexy,” Lena said purposely ignoring Rafa. She held back the urge to laugh when he grunted in irritation. Her minor victory was short-lived when she felt a faint buzzing that made her jolt in her seat. Earning a confused look from the person beside her. Lena sent an apologetic smile before continuing to watch the movie trying to ignore the vibrations. Rafa turned the vibrator off and Lena instantly relaxed. She sent a glare at her boyfriend's face who smirked before pressing a kiss to her forehead. Lena had agreed to wear it but she didn’t think he would use it, they’ve been out practically all day, and now he decides to use it, at a movie theater in all places.

“Lean, can you hand me the popcorn?” Lena didn’t think anything of it, but she should’ve known better. When she grabbed the popcorn container, Rafa turned the vibrator on to the highest setting making Lena not only drop the popcorn but yelp out loud. In embarrassment she covered her mouth luckily something happened on screen, so no one thought anything of it.

“You okay, babe?” Rafa smirked; not trusting herself to speak, Lena only nodded

“Tsk, tsk, I need your words baby. One more time, you okay?” Lena knew he was smiling even as she kept her eyes on the screen in front of her, asshole, Lena let out a slow even breath before she answered

“I’m good.” She barely got out

“Good, what’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” Lena tried her best to not moan her answer. Lena could feel herself soaking her panties, they were absolutely ruined by this point. She moved around trying to get some friction, but she froze when Rafa's hand gripped her bare thigh.

“You’re not allowed to cum, what would people think?” Lena blushed in response and Rafa’s smiled darkly

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? To come undone in front of all these people. You want everyone to see how needy you are for it, don’t you?” Lena again nodded not trusting herself to speak

“What did I say?”

“Yes,” she breathed right she could feel her orgasm coming Rafa turned off the vibrator and stood up. Lena looked at him in confusion. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed Lena’s arm and practically dragged her out of the theater.

“Where we goin?” He didn’t answer her as he pulled her into the women’s bathroom.

“What if someone comes in here?” Lena asked with a mixture of excitement and worry but mainly excitement.

“Lean, ain’t nobody leaving that movie, it’s the fucking Avengers. What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,”

“Good girl,” Lena blushed slightly at the praise

“You’re so fucking sexy.” Rafa breathed before crashing his lips onto Lena’s. He walked them back until the back of his legs hit the sink.  Rafa’s moved to her neck, nibbling, and biting along the way. Hell-bent on leaving behind a hickey.

“Daddy can I suck your dick,” Lena whispered in his ear before gently biting it. She wasted no time sinking to her knees and unbuckling his pants.

“How can I say no, when you asked so nicely,” Lena kept eye contact as she took him into her mouth. She swallows him eagerly taking him all the way to the back of her throat. Lena gags she pulls off quickly, coughing and giggling in equal measure. Rafa almost came when Lena looked up at him, he thought she was a vision of perfection.   

“Shit, baby I’m gonna cum if you don’t stop.” Lena pulled back and looked up at Rafa.

“I want you to cum in my mouth, Daddy” She took him all the way to her throat and let Rafa fuck her mouth.

“Baby you gotta stop,” Lena whined as she pulled off him with a pop.

“Show me that pussy,” he demanded, Lena quickly took off her panties, they were ruined anyway. She scrambled to sit on the counter and opened her legs wide for Rafa to see.

“Fuck, all this for me?”

“Yes, Daddy it’s yours,” Lena whined

Rafa groaned and without any warning, he sucked on her clit, making her cry out. Lena let her head fall back and moaned aloud. Rafa spread her lips open and began to fuck her with his tongue, tasting everything, she has to offer.

“Mhmm, baby, it feels so good.” Lena moaned not caring if anyone heard her. All at once Rafa stopped and slapped her clit

“Fuck!”

“Someone could hear you, baby, you gotta keep it down. You don’t want me to gag you?” Rafa easily slipped three fingers into Lena and started to slowly fuck her. Lena bit her lip to not make any noises. She broke when Rafa started to suck on her clit,

“Daddy, I’m cumming.” Lena screamed into her hand as her juices flowed into Rafa’s mouth, he kept his eyes on her as he never wasted a drop.  Rafa stood up and turned Lena around, so she was bent over the sink. He pressed inside her filling her up, they moaned in unison before he started to roughly fuck her from behind.

“You don’t know how hard it was for me to not bend you over and fuck you in there. Show everyone who you belong to, but you would’ve loved it wouldn’t you? You like to act like you’re so innocent, but I know the real you.”

“Damn, this is America’s Ass,”

“Huh?”

“You know how in the movie they were talkin’ about Captain America and America’s Ass.”

“You really thinking about Captain America, right now?”

“I’m not thinking about him I was trying to be clever,”

“Wrong time, babe—” Lena stopped talking midsentence when Rafa started moving again, he roughly gripped her hips, taking control of the pace. Lena covered her mouth with her hand in an attempt to muffle her moans. The last thing she wanted was to be kicked out of the movie theater. Rafa stopped moving and then slapped her ass.

“You really think I’m fuckin someone else?” Lena rolled her eyes, was he still mad about that?

“Rafa, please move.”

“Who?”

“Daddy, I’m sorry. Can you move please?”

“I think I need another apology.”

“Please,”

“You’re the most important thing to me, I would never do anything to hurt you that way.” Rafa harshly thrust into Lena making her grab onto the sink to keep herself from jerking forward. Lena moaned while Rafa found his pace, almost pulling completely out before slamming into her

“Would I ever disrespect you?”

“N-No,”

“You’re the angel of my life, don’t you know how much I love you?” Rafa grunted, making his point

“Yes, I love you, I love you so much, baby.” Lena babbled

“Cum on this dick,” Lena bounced back harder, trying to reach her climax

“Where you want it, baby?”

“In me, I want you to cum inside me, Daddy,” Lena whined, using the sink as leverage, and thrusting back against him harder chasing her orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He moaned; Lena’s orgasm was triggered by his. They stayed together for a moment before Rafa pulled out, Lena whining at the sudden empty sensation. She searched around for her panties while Rafa buckled up his pants.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom and then we can leave?”

“You don’t wanna finish the movie and see your beloved, Captain America?” He said, his voice laced with jealousy.

“Babe, you the only white boy I want.” She smiled as she kissed his pouty lips

Rafa made sure the coast was clear before walking out of the bathroom. Lena followed suit after a few minutes

“Did you find your panties?”

“No, where the hell did you throw them?”

“Where’d I throw them? You took them off.” Rafa looked at Lena a soft smile gracing his face “You okay?” he asked gently

“Yeah,”

“How about we order some food and ice cream to go. We can cuddle up together on the couch.” Lena smiled widely and kissed her boyfriend before placing her hand in his. As they walked away two women walked into the bathroom

“Oh my God, bitch! Are those fucking panties?” They heard a woman exclaim before running out of the movie theater laughing along the way.

Tagging: @nikole-witha-k @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @iknowthekoolaidflavor @chrisevanswife0405 @cocobutterbaby @daveeds-wife @chattykathysquietsister @mellie-teh-goblin-queen @azxulaa @endless-romantic-stories @gothic-slasherfan-weeb @pinkbonnetandglasses @moxleys-fav

[chaotictarlos]

Especially the pic when Ro's sitting in front of Rafa is screaming DOM DOM DOM DOM CARLOS

LISTEN THAT PICTURE IS DOING SO MANY THINGS TO ME. Like fuck, this will be the motivation I need to write a Dom/Sub fic.

Like JESUS FUCKING CHRIST HOW IS THIS LEGAL.

[namorslutfanfiction]

MASTERLIST UPDATED AS OF 3/30/23

All scenarios/ficlets/fanfics/blurbs 

Namor X Reader

Fluff/General

Namor visits the school to see the children and his favorite teacher

Namor/Teacher!Reader get married

Namor reassures you that his people do not hate you

Namor spoils/courts you

Namor get’s jealous of your blossoming friendship with Attuma

Namor takes you to see the snow, even if he hates being cold

Namor is really getting tired of saving you but you'll never get tired of teasing him. NB

You sing and Namor likes it. Eventually he likes it enough that he wants you to be his NB

Namor falls for a mermaid

Namor comforts you after the loss of a family member.

Angst

You, the Queen of Talokan, were dusted along with half the population of the world, Namor grieves until you are reunited.

Namor comes to terms will falling in love again after all this time.

Friends to Enemies to Lovers : M'baku/Reader/Namor Angst Love Triangle

M'baku/Reader/Namor love triangle, TW for SA

Part 2 The Wedding

Part 3 Consequences

Epilogue

Smut

Namor gives in to temptation with a palace aid

Sub!Namor seeing his Dom!Queen after giving the bracelet away

Part two of Sub!Namor and Dom!Queen

You’re the one He wants but you’re the one who refuses him. 

Namor strikes a deal with you, he’ll take you to the surface in exchange for your body.

Tenoch x Reader

Fluff or Angst (or both)

You and Tenoch have a meet cute on a plane to Mexico

Tenoch get’s stuck in an elevator with you, his personal assistant

Part 2 Tenoch/Reader after the elevator

Tenoch finally gets to meet his favorite reporter

Tenoch and you have a tension filled night in Mexico

Tenoch pretends to be your boyfriend to protect you

Smut

8 cute moments between Tenoch/Reader and 1 spicy moment between the sheets.

Sex Scenes, frustrated actors, and giving in to the feeling.

Tenoch realizes you have a praise kink and has fun with it.

Tenoch and you get stranded on the side of he road during a storm

Tenoch gets high and gets needy

Tenoch gets you a new toy and tries it out in public

Tenoch and his costar hate each other, kind of

Tenoch asks his assistant to sit on his lap

You and Tenoch are on your third date and you know what that means

Tenoch wants his face to be your throne

Rafa x Reader

Angst

Rafa comforts you after you lose someone from your past

Smut

Rafa meets his match in all things weed

Rafa has a special gift for his frienemy (shouldve been a blurb)

Miscellaneous Snippets

Blurbs (short little stories) from Ask Game I Made for blurbs

2for1 request Yandere type Rafa #19 and Namor #16

Toxic Possessive Rafa #3

Alejandro finds his dream #24

2for1 request Namor being playful #4 & #8

Alejandro confessing #19

Alejandro gets flustered #27

Rafa and drunk dancing #21

Namor at the Wakandan Tailor #16

Alejandrox2 being in love #20 & #28

Namorx2 being cute in bed and in a closet #17 & #23

Tenochx2 and some alcohol induced situations #21 & 30

Rafax2 cooking #14 & #18

Namor and his SHIELD connection #7

Tenoch comes home to a meal #18

Rafa needs some help after heartbreak #30

Alejandro #14 & #9 Soft then angst/ Tenoch #19 soft

Rafa #1 & #15 a little angst and smut

Blurb Requests Ask Game #2

Headcannons

Namor Head Cannons

More Namor Head Cannons

Rafa Head Cannons

RANDOM (bits and bobs that you can ask me about)

Dialogue I've considered

TENOCH INFO with additions in the reblogs

Twitter "Hey Tenoch"

Please tell me if any of the links aren't working.