#bimbo!reader

[rafeslittlepup]

rafe loves mansplaining real estate to her bimbo girlfriend over lunch at the country club

“okay, so picture this,” rafe says, “we lock in two properties before the end of q3. oceanfront. one’s a teardown, but it’s got good bones.”

you look at him, blinking slowly. freshly glazed nails curl around your iced rosé like it’s a lifeline, the faintest smear of your charlotte tilbury lipstick on the glass.

“teardown sounds sad,” you pout, “like… demolition? that’s loud, rafe.”

rafe stares at you, “baby, that’s not the point, it’s not like we’re doing it.”

“oh! well, yeah,” you giggle looking at your nails. “obviously, ew.”

he sighs, biting into his sandwich. “you didn’t get a single word of what i just said, huh?” rafe laughs despite himself, wiping his fingers on the linen napkin. “you’re so dumb, princess.”

you pout a little, “that’s not true… i’m more into like, aesthetics. i want to have a fashion line one day, rafey.” you said as you play with your kale caesar salad.

“you thought a foreclosure was a type of facial.”

“doesn’t it sound like one?” you shrug, wide-eyed. “like… hydration-based foreclosure peel or something.”

“jesus christ.”

“anyway,” you say, ignoring him completly. “can we go look at the tennis skirts at the pro shop after this? i want one in white, with like, the built-in panties.”

“whatever you want,” he mutters, rubbing a hand down his face.

“and maybe you can buy me that little goyard bag too? i saw one in butter yellow and it made me think of cupcakes.”

“you are so unserious, princess,” he says, but he���s already pulling his black amex out.

you lean over the table and kiss his cheek, getting lipstick on him like always. “yeah, but you love it.”

he definitely does.

[cameronsbabydoll]

Rafe going to Coachella with reader and she’s lowkey dumb and clueless and very clumsy. And he’s very sexist and like doesn’t approve of any of the outfits she picked out. He won’t let her go to any after parties either.

sexist!rafe going to coachella with ditzy!reader ♡

you’d been planning your coachella outfits for weeks. little pinterest boards, hauls with your best friend, trying on outfits in front of your mirror while blasting music and twirling like it was your debut.

you wanted to look cute. fun. y’know—festival girly.

but the second you walk out of the hotel bathroom wearing the rhinestone bikini top and mesh pants combo, rafe’s jaw flexes.

“what the fuck is that.”

you blink.

“what? it’s cute, no?”

he doesn’t answer. just stands there in his all-black fit—designer sunglasses, arms crossed, a tight scowl on his face like you personally offended his bloodline.

“go change.”

“but—”

“now.”

you pout but shuffle back into the bathroom with your arms crossed over your chest, mumbling about how it’s coachella and everyone dresses like that.

you end up in a cropped tank and cargo skirt instead, still cute but way more covered. rafe zips up your boots for you like he’s helping—but really, it’s because you kept tripping over yourself and he doesn’t trust you not to fall on your ass before you even leave the room.

he walks behind you the whole time. hand on your lower back. pulling you away from guys who look too long.
he doesn’t let you take selfies unless he approves them.
he grabs your phone and deletes the one where you were bending over.

you squeal when you see the ferris wheel, almost trip over a cord, and he yanks you out of the way like,

“jesus christ. it’s like babysitting with titties.”

he doesn’t laugh. not even when you stumble and spill your drink down your chest and whine that it’s “sticky now.”

you ask if you can go to the after party with your friend—she got invited to some influencer house.
rafe doesn’t even look up from his phone when he answers.

“no.”

“wait, why? just for a little—”

“i said no. don’t ask again.”

you pout.

but he doesn’t care, rafe is already planning to take you back to the hotel, make you take your makeup off, put you in one of his big t-shirts, and keep you curled up on his chest while he watches Top Gun and tells you the world’s too dangerous for someone like you anyway.

and you? you just curl into him, sticky cheeks and rhinestone lashes and all.

because he brought you to coachella and paid for everything.

because he’s mean and bossy and kinda awful, but he always catches you when you trip and tells you that you never really wanted to go to that afterparty anyway.

[yawnderu]

Simon Riley is absolutely smitten by his bimbo girlfriend. Pretty little thing like you, who grew up extremely sheltered and has never seen the horrors he has. He makes it his duty to keep you that way, giving you the best life he can even if he's a damn bastard.

''They're making another Planet Earth.'' He comments casually, brown eyes fully focused on the way your lovely, manicured hands play with his calloused fingers, not a single hint of disgust in your face at touching the hands that have killed hundreds.

''Where are they getting the dirt for it?'' You ask with a raised eyebrow, making sure not to hurt him with your long acrylics. His hands always feel rough to the touch, and to this day you don't even know what he does for work. Maybe he's a cosplayer, that explains his clothes.

''...'' He blinks a few times, dumbfounded at the question. Despite the fact that you're so... dim-witted, it's hard not to admire you when you wear those pretty skin-tight clothes and heavy makeup, glossy lips always pulled into a pretty pout.

''The nature documentary, angel.'' He brings you closer to him, making you sit on his lap as his hands run up and down your back absent-mindedly.

''Oh. Oh! Okay.'' Simon makes no effort to hide the small smile on his lips, feeling you plant kisses all over his face, marking it with your pretty red lipstick. He doesn't care, he wears those kisses on his scarred skin like a damn badge of honor.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

[sapphicswph]

headcanons

pairing: bimbo!reader x billie eilish

warnings: slight smut, fluff, use of strap, 18+ only! not proof read, suggestive themes

bimbo!reader who is a bit dumb and can’t navigate without the help of billie. even though she swears she can do it herself!

bimbo!reader who loves being spoiled and peppered in kisses by billie. billie would come home with a new sexy lingerie, you would put it on and billie just couldn’t keep her hands to herself, she immediately peppered your body in kisses.

bimbo!reader who always makes them late because she would find the slightest wrong detail in her outfit or makeup, which would delay them by 5 minutes each time.

bimbo!reader who loves riding billie’s strap-on, you love the fact that you can hold billie’s hands above her head while snapping your hips up and down. you’re not even ashamed of how vocal you are in bed and billie loves it.

bimbo!reader who would keep billie in the clothing stores for hours while you’re trying on short dresses, skirts, revealing jeans or tops. billie would just agree with every outfit, “yeah that’s cute.” while she sat in the chair outside of the changing rooms. billie would grew bored after a while and would start whining but she knew she just had to keep up with it, because that meant she could take pictures of you when you’re back home and show you off. you love being pampered.

bimbo!reader who would whine and grind on billie’s lap whenever billie said no to sex, she was either working on music, playing video games or just tired. billie would cave in eventually anyways. “please baby, you just look so good… don’t you want to find out how wet i am?” you would whisper in her ear and whimper, and that’s usually the moment billie would cave in and pounce on you.

bimbo!reader who would sit beside billie while she was playing video games, trying to figure out what in the world she was doing. billie would be playing marvel rivals and you couldn’t even figure out what was going on, you would always say “what are you doing now?” “what does that do?” “it’s all going so fast, i can’t keep up.” “baby… i don’t get it.” billie didn’t even have time to answer your question before the next question came. billie would let you try playing but it always ended up with you huffing in frustration and giving up after three minutes.

billie who would pay for your nails, lashes, bags, shoes, outfits, you name it. not because you asked her to, billie would always offer and insist to pay.

bimbo!reader who is obsessed with billie’s nerdy side, she loved listening to billie yap about music or horses.

bimbo!reader who comes with billie to the studio, mostly just touching things or ask about the weird buttons. you’d grow tired of being in there all day “are you done? can we go home? i’m tired.” but it was all forgotten when billie would order you food.

bimbo!reader who would always ask billie questions, you’d look all concentrated and focused, billie could always see the cogs in your brain turning as your thoughts consumed you. you’d be asking yourself so many questions, running through every possibility before you came to a conclusion, sometimes you were right, sometimes you were wrong. either way, billie adored every second of it. she was always so patient with you, watching quietly with a sparkle in her eye while she waited for you. when most people would grow impatient and yell, she was always so gentle and sweet with you, never raising her voice, never calling you dumb.

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i haven’t written anything in so long, but please come with requests! i’ll write about billie eilish, wanda maximoff and yellowjackets :)

[obessioncollector]

loser!perv!rodrick x bimbo!popular!f!reader

warnings: head, m!receiving, use of y/n, pure smut, no plot tbh, rodrick is a hoeless, bitchless loser. this is practically a make a wish for him. set in 2007. kind of bad. idk.

to rodrick, you were the epitome of perfection. he’d often stare at the back of your head in math class, imagining his fingers hooked around your hot pink tube top, rolling it down.. pulling on your long bleached blonde hair while you sucked his-

perverted thoughts like this often overcame rodrick’s mind whenever he thought of you. in fact, he’d jerked off to your myspace pics quite a bit. he felt like such a loser in comparison to you. you were this popular cheerleader, and he was just a lame ass drummer with shit grades.

which, is why it was so crazy to him that only a week later you were blowing him in his bands van.

you looked up at him with with innocent, yet somehow knowing eyes.. like it was clear you’d done this before and he hadn’t, and you found that somewhat funny.

you started out slow, it was obvious to you he’d never even touched a girl, let alone gotten head from one, so you didn’t want to rush anything. your fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping him a few times. he was already hard as fuck. you couldn’t help but be slightly impressed by his length, you could tell he was big before this though, he just had that look.. skinny, pale, emo ish, you knew he had to have a surprise package under there somewhere.

slowly, you took just the tip, your plump, glossy lips humming around it. that earned you a slight whimper from rodrick. you pulled away, looking up at him with swollen lips and round eyes. “you’re sooo sensitive..” rodrick nodded, breath hitching. he found the slight valley girl accent you had extremely attractive. “yeah- yeah” his voice cracked the first time so he cleared his throat and tried again, hoping he sounded cool.

you laughed softly before adjusting your position, you could feel the bruises on your knees forming already. you stuck your long, pink tongue out and opened your mouth wide. you were done teasing. you took his full length, deepthroating him. his cock throbbed in your mouth, filling you up as you sucked.

“oh my god-“ rodrick moaned softly, eyes shut tightly, head tilted back. his prominent adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed his own spit. his hand held your head, chipped black nail polish covered fingernails digging into your usually perfect hair.

you bobbed your head up and down, holding back gags as he thrust his hips into your mouth, hitting the dangling thing in the back of your throat that you swore you learned the name of in science one year.. that might’ve been the year you failed…

“f-fuck- y/n..” rodrick whined pathetically as he face fucked you. “no way this is real..”

the van rocked back and forth as he took complete control of the situation. you loved every second of it. you knew he had it in him he just had to stop being such a loser freak and make a move. you moaned around him, loving the fact that you were his own personal pleasure device.

you watched him from below, tracking how his eyes fixed on your tits. the double D’s bouncing up and down in your pink and white polka dot bombshell bra.

you pulled away from him for a split second, gasping for air before immediately going back to work, rosy cheeks hollowing around his slick cock. it had only been a couple minutes and he’d already reached his climax. you orgasmed with him, the our look on his face making you come too. “y/n- fuck fuck fuck- y/n-“ he pleaded, it was too much for him.

you swallowed it all before pulling away and licking the excess off of him. “good boy.. mhmm..”

[luvbabydoll]

stuff ditzy!reader says to simon while they’re having sex

you’re all breathy and whiny under him, blinking up at him with lipgloss kissed half-off, and go:

"wait— does it like… count as cardio even if i’m like... just laying here bein' pretty?"

and simon groans against your neck, "christ pet, you're gonna kill me."

but he's smirking. because he loves that you’re soft. that you're sweet. that you trust him to be the big scary soldier man while you get to be pretty, cared for, and spoiled.

[simpforboys]

Introducing older!dilf!husband!Rafe x bimbo!mistress!reader

➳❥ In which 34-year-old CEO Rafe Cameron met bimbo!reader at some company party a year ago, instantly attracted to each other despite the white-gold wedding band on his finger

➳❥ Even though Rafe has a wife, a six-year-old son, and a four-year-old daughter back at home. But Rafe's marriage was dead. The only reason he and his wife got married was because they found out she was pregnant with their son.

➳❥ He couldn't really resist the younger, sweet, air-headed girl with pretty tits and thighs that was giggling at everything he was saying

➳❥ Which ultimately led to bimbo!reader taking him back to her shitty little apartment, spending the night tangled up in her pretty pink bedsheets

➳❥ Throughout their affair, Rafe started funding more and more of bimbo!mistress!reader's life. He moved her out of her shitty apartment and into a luxury place, because he couldn't let his sweet baby live somewhere dangerous

➳❥ And the longer they keep their secret, the more and more in love bimbo!mistress!reader becomes with Rafe, and the harder it gets for Rafe to resist the urge to leave his wife.

oneshots

blurbs

[gremlingottoosilly]

Bimbo!Reader who has been trying to hide the fact she can't do math or barely count to Konig

Konig is a nerd. Did well in his classes whenever he could just do shit on his own without having to sit still and give public speeches. He considers himself quite smart, too - he has to, in his position. As the colonel, as blurry as the lines in mercenary forces are, he has to be strategic not only in terms of battle but also in logistics and math, especially with counting the budget his forces had. He wouldn't say he likes to do math problems in his free time, but it's not that much of a problem - and it's easier than relying on secretaries and lower officers who love to chat too much. So, when you were excitedly telling him everything about that new, coolest sale on your favorite clothing brand, Konig asked just how much you were saving on the deal. Maybe 20 or even 30 percent - would be a nice deal, right? He gave you money and gifts, but it's nice to see you being conscious about prices and... Ah. You told him the price before, then the price after sale - and Konig could barely contain his groan. It was nothing, you'd barely save anything and would just fall for the marketing tactics. Don't even get him started at the girl math, he is too old for this shit. You tried to explain to him how buying 3 more things for the sake of free delivery is good, but paying for delivery is bad - and it was the first time he ever regretted getting himself a pretty, but really dumb girlfriend.

You're trying your best to appear smarter - honestly, Konig likes it, appreciating the way you're trying to be smart for him, but he would much rather you admit your utter inability to count than have to snatch the cards away from your hands and only give you a very certain amount of money so you won't get scammed. Maybe, if you're a good girl and pay him with kisses, he might give you a bigger allowance...but honestly, he stopped giving you his card not because he didn't like you spending so much money, but because you were too oblivious about the prices. He wants to buy you nice things, he doesn't want you to spend hundreds on useless things just because you didn't count the price right! Konig pops a boner so fucking fast when you call him smart, though...poor guy is going to go crazy because a pretty girl complimented him for his brains, and now he is going to fuck your brains out because why the hell not, he wants to hear you squeal around his cock.

[cillivnz]

RING-POP

PAIRING. sam monroe x f!reader

SYNOPSIS. sam makes you try a different version of your favorite candy; bigger and bitter.

WARNINGS. NSFW themes (18+), pet-names, cursing, dirty-talk & too many puns (i swear this punk cannot shut up), name-calling (brat, dumb girl), brat-taming, degradation, slight dacryphilia, perv!sam, clueless!reader, oral sex (m! receiving), face-fucking, bondage, slight slapping (with a belt, with his cock), hair-pulling, sexualising food?

SMACK, SLURP, POP. the sounds filled sam’s humid room. his brow furrowed further, a look of disdain washing over his pale features at the noise. the videogame in front of him needed all his heed, but it seemed like his brat, bambi, demanded some of that attention, too.

“stop that,” he groaned, frustrated. the sound of his thumbs assaulting the buttons on his controller should’ve been all that was heard, had you not been deep-throating the candy sam made the mistake of getting you. “what— i’m just having my candy,” you whined before continuing, “—and besides, if you have a problem, why don’t you let me sit away from you—” he was quick to shut down that idea, gripping the flesh of your thighs. maybe sam was in the wrong for getting you the cherry ring-pop, your favourite, and maybe it wasn’t the best idea to have you perched on his lap, sitting comfortably (cluelessly) on his aching boner, but in his defence, he just wanted to feast his eyes on the sight of your plump lips wrapped around the toy candy, sucking and slurping, just as you are now like the good girl you are, but once he switched his playstation on, the competitive side came out.

you shift to your comfort in his lap, feeling the tent in his pants poke directly into your mound. you had an arm crossed over sam’s neck, bringing the ring-clad finger to your mouth and sucking. at the taste of the sweet cherry juices dripping into your mouth, you groan in sam’s ear.

the sounds traveled straight to his cock, his mind tuning out his reality— the game at hand— just to focus at your skilful tongue, stained red by the candy. “if you don’t quit it—” he sighed, his voice strained. the next thing you know, his character is being obliterated by the enemy. you stifled a giggle, your plan worked.

sam had left you so, so worked up. choosing to take out his frustration with his family on some stupid toy, rather than your willing pussy. ever since that day at the playground, you couldn’t go a day without sam pounding into your drooling cunt. even if it was always him starting it, he got you to finish, and you were forever grateful for it. but today? when you dolled up in all black— tank top and skirt— with red lingerie, he decided to pick up that gaming console and not let go.

“alright, bambi, i’ve had it with you,” he gets up abruptly, causing you to hit the ground and land on your knees. you gasped, offended.

his hands, full of real, crude metal were quick to move, undoing his belt, unlike your delicate hand that was motionless with the toy ring perched on it. the leather of his studded belt flicked across your cheek, causing you to look up at sam through wet lashes. he only smirked at the sight. your eyes flicked to the bulge revealed in his boxers, and now your mouth watered for a taste that wasn’t cherry ring-pop.

“‘like to suck your candy, huh, brat?” he squeezed your cheeks together. “since you’ve been practising in my goddamn ears all day,” he continued, pulling out his cock, “let’s see how good you’ve gotten.” his cock was slapped against the same spot at the belt. you only stared at him through your long lashes, unwilling to satiate when you’re unsatisfied yourself. “come on, bambi, open up,” he squeezed your cheeks again, causing your mouth to gape open. “i can’t guarantee it tastes like cherries, but you’re open to trying sweet-n-salty, aren’tcha?” he giggled, amused at his own snarky comments.

the fat tip of his cock pressed into your plump, gape lips, and instinctively, your tongue stuck out to lick it. “there we go,” sam sighed, ready to return to cloud 9.

you sheepishly swirled your tongue around the bulbous tip of his cock, relishing in the taste of his precum oozing into your tastebuds. oh, yeah, you’ve found yourself a new favourite flavour.

“hands up for me, bambi,” he sighed, breathless already. you oblige, eyes widening when his belt snaked over your wrists, tying them in an unholy matrimony. your hands rested in your lap, preventing you from pleasuring yourself like you intended to. “now, open wide f’me.” you’re obedient, eager to please, for you know if sam’s satisfied he would overlook the ‘punishment’ and stick his cock into you. your pussy flutters at the thought of being full again.

as your throat relaxed around him, you started taking more and more of his length, looking up at him through your lashes to seek his validation, and the mere sight was rewarding. his brows furrowed, a pink flush crept into his pale skin, while his lips were plump and agape, marks of his teeth etched into the skin. “your mouth was made to suck cock, y’know that— my cock. you’re only gonna squeeze my cock with that fuckin’ throat, y’hear?” he nods, authoritative yet cooing, “is my girl understanding me?” so you bobble your head along with length. “fuck yeah, brat. going dumb on my cock,” he moans, and you were eager to illicit more of those sounds.

you relax your jaw, inhale deeply, and let him take charge. when sam realises this, the little devil smirks, running his fingers through your scalp to tug at your hair.

his cock pistons in and out of your throat, your eyes watering and your breath haggard. your pussy clenched around nothing but the flooded dampness of your cotton panties.

“oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fu—” incoherent grunts and groans filled the room along with the delirious smell of your arousals. “fuuuuck, bambi,” sam’s thrusts got sloppier.

“you know,” he spoke, breathless yet mischievously, “this candy comes with a creamy centre,” he chuckled, grunting as he came undone in your mouth. “sweet n’ salty, yeah?” he stroked his cock, relishing in the sight of his heavy load dripping down your plump lips. you were quick to swallow every drop, selfishly devouring your favourite candy. you wondered if this was gluttony or lust?

when satiated, sam pulled away, tucking his cock away. you, too, get up from the floor, wincing at the pain of kneeling down for too long.

you shimmy out of your clothes, making your way towards his bed. sam sees you in the corner of his eye, an eyebrow irking at your actions, “what do you think you’re doing,” he asked plainly, leaving you confused. “i- you’re fucking me, right?” you had a pitiful look on your face, so eager to chase your own release with his assistance. “like hell i will, dumb girl,” sam scoffed, “brats don’t get pleasure after punishment,” he shrugged coldly, grabbing his gaming console.

he pointed towards his thighs, “sit your ass back down,” you whine, “but i’ll be so boooored,” yet perch on his lap, still.

“—and i finished my ring-pop,” you sigh in frustration. sam chuckles, “don’t worry, i’ll have your new favourite out in a minute,”

“this flavour never finishes, just keeps on coming.”

THIS PUNK—

SEE ALSO. playground [PRELIMINARY FIC]. more of Sam Monroe [MEAN!SAM, BIMBO!READER AND OTHER TROPES].

[mariasont]

Peak Ovulation - A.H

your period tracker warned you to avoid attractive men today. you failed spectacularly

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader warnings: suggest content for sure, explicit focus on hormonal arousal, sexual tension, pre-relationship pining, mild workplace inappropriateness (internal thoughts only, no action), mention of nipples, hotch being a little shit wc: 1.5k a/n: all creds to the amazing @ssamorganhotchner for the request/idea <3

It is too hot in this office, you’ve decided. The air conditioning is on, the thermostat reads a reasonable 68 degrees, but you know your body isn’t lying to you – something is wrong. 

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, adjusting the hem of your (probably too short) silk slip skirt, the material clinging to every overheated inch of you. It doesn’t help. Nothing will. Because the problem really isn’t the temperature. No, the problem is standing across from you, stirring his coffee like it’s not the most erotic thing you’ve ever witnessed.

Hotch, all razor sharp lines and rolling forearm veins, stands at the kitchenette counter, completely unaware that you are seconds away from becoming a tragic, melted puddle of lust. His sleeves are pushed up, brows furrowed in concentration as he stirs, and you watch – helpless, transfixed – as his fingers snake around the spoon, the way tendons shift beneath his skin.

It’s a teaspoon. An inanimate object. He’s stirring coffee. That’s it. And yet, your body reacts spectacularly, like he’s just backed you into the nearest sturdy surface and whispered something so depraved, so explicitly not-safe-for-work, into your ear.

You knew this was coming. It’s right there in your tracking app – day 11, peak ovulation, high fertility, maximum risk of self-sabotage, avoid contact with attractive men. Avoid Aaron Hotchner, specifically. But here you are, fully within range of the object of your affection, the exact man you should be fleeing, logic tied to the train tracks while hormones drive the speeding locomotive straight to you.

It’s not your fault, not really. Blame science. Blame nature. Blame evolution.

You feel like you’re not breathing, not functioning, gripping your pen so tightly, it’s a miracle it hasn’t shattered into shrapnel. All because Hotch is walking by.

“Good morning.”

“Oh — hi! Yes! Good morning! Great morning. Beautiful morning. Gorgeous morning, actually. Just — wow. Look at us. In the morning.”

The second it leaves your mouth, you want to die.

Hotch, to his eternal credit, does not react immediately. He pauses mid-step, head tilting slightly, like he’s running a quick internal diagnostic to determine whether or not he should be concerned.

“...Right.” He finally says again, before shaking his head and walking into his office.

You cannot do this today. And according to your normal, non-biological-doomsday schedule, you’re supposed to review updated case files with Hotch today – which entails standing next to him, pointing things out, maybe even brushing hands if the universe is feeling particularly sadistic.

You hover over the keyboard, preparing to type out a very sudden, very dramatic resignation email, but before you can hit send – Reid passes your desk.

“Spencer!”

You latch onto him immediately, grabbing his wrist.

“Jesus, what?” Spencer stumbles mid-step, nearly dropping his phone.

Then, his eyes flicker over you, scanning everything — your flushed cheeks, the way you’re practically vibrating with tension, the slight glossy daze in your eyes that suggests either a medical emergency or a particularly brutal hangover.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Not in an unkind way. In a genuine, confused, and slightly alarmed way.

You shove the file at him so fast that a few loose papers nearly fall out, ignoring his question. “Can you go over this case file with Hotch for me?”

Spencer looks down at the file, flips through it once. “Why?”

“Because — uh — I have to, um… reorganize the supply closet.”

Spencer raises a brow. 

You switch strategies instantly. “Okay, okay — listen, I’ll let you pick the next five movie nights, and I won’t complain once. Even if you make me watch 2001: A Space Odyssey again.”

“Five movie nights?”

“Yes. Uninterrupted. No protests. No phone distractions.”

The second the word deal leaves Spencer’s mouth, you explode into motion, flinging yourself at him, arms around his neck.

“Have I ever told you that you are the single greatest human being to ever exist?”

Spencer makes a deep, pained noise, stumbling back, but he doesn’t fight it – merely sighs deeply, long-suffering but tolerant, before patting your back exactly once, resigned to his fate.

“You tell me weekly,” he mutters, but there’s a little laugh hidden in the words. He pries you off gently, shaking his head as he turns toward Hotch’s office. “Okay, okay. Before you suffocate me, I’m going.”

Spencer leaves, and for a second, you convince yourself you might actually make it though the day.

You are so wrong.

By lunch, you have died and resurrected at least sixteen times. Maybe more. It’s hard to say because you stopped functioning somewhere around incident three.

First the tie. One casual tug at the knot, loosening it just enough to reveal the cut of his throat. You nearly walked into a wall. Then, the glasses. The stupidest, most intellectual accessory known to man, perched low on his nose like some stern professor who graded mercilessly but might just let you stay after class for some extra credit. You had to physically sit down. And the final straw involved Hotch undoing a single button on his dress shirt. You had to assume you blacked out.

So now, here you are, in the breakroom, white-knuckling the counter, silently begging for the inferno raging in your body to calm the hell down. You’d spent your entire lunch break sprinting through department stores in search of a new blouse, because your previous one was rubbing against your already painfully sensitive nipples with every breath.

You yank at the neckline, cursing yourself six ways to Sunday for not trying the thing on before swiping your card. It doesn’t just fit snugly, it practically announces your ongoing crisis, the material stretching so perfectly over your nipples that you might as well be wearing a sign that flashes noticeably aroused.

The door opens, and you don’t even have to look. You already know who it is.

There’s a half-second delay before you risk looking up – just in time to catch the downward sweep that’s over as quickly as it came, his discipline snapping back into place like a rubber band.

Your stomach clenches, because oh, great, that is not helping. Not when you’ve been exceedingly well-behaved all morning, and definitely not when all you can think about is how you want him to rip your clothes off and put the unassuming breakroom table behind you to the kind of use that would get HR involved.

His jaw ticks, and then, in a flat, exhausted tone. “Do I even want to know what’s going on with you?”

No. No, he does not. Unless, of course, he’s invested in hearing about how you’ve had to swap out your underwear three separate times today just from existing in the same vicinity as him. In which, by all means, he should stay. But if he values his peace of mind (and you know him well enough to know he does) he should probably just walk away. Quickly. Before you start getting ideas.

“Nothing! I’m great! Never been better, actually.” You nod once, as if that seals it. “All good. Just, um, a little warm, that’s all.”

“You’re sweating,” he observes, unimpressed.

He steps closer and you’re certain the temperature in the room spikes by at least ten degrees. 

Then, as if he wasn’t already being reckless with your well-being, he lifts a hand, pressing the back of his fingers to your collarbone. His brow furrows. “You do feel warm. Are you coming down with something?”

“Yeah.” Technically, it’s not a lie. Something is happening to you, it’s just not the flu. “Aren’t you – aren’t you supposed to feel my forehead?”

“Yeah, but then I’d have to listen to you complain about how I ruined your makeup.”

Of course he would know you’d spent an ungodly amount of time on your makeup this morning.

If you had any sort of claim on this man, you would be on your knees so fast, your coworkers would hear the impact from across the office.

Hotch studies you for a second longer, then his hand moves, his fingers brushing up the column of your throat. He’s not even thinking about it. It’s gentle, like he’s feeling for something.

“You sure that’s all this is?” he murmurs, thumb sweeping into the tense muscle there. “You can tell me if something’s wrong.”

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Totally fine.” You can tell he doesn't believe you from the way his brows pinch, but he doesn’t press. “Would it be okay if I went home early? I mean, unless you need me for something.”

“I mean, I always need you,” he says, devastating in its casualness. You make a noise in response, but just as casually, he sobers, hand falling away as he takes a step back. “Go home. Hydrate, eat something with actual nutrients, and try to rest. If you still feel bad tomorrow, I don’t want to see you in the office.”

You nod and blurt out, “Yep. Totally. I’ll, um – drink a lot. Not – not alcohol, though. Water. Obviously.”

Hotch pauses, his mouth pressing into the kind of line that means he’s trying very hard not to laugh. He gives you a slow, knowing nod before heading for the door.

You somehow manage to pack up your things, make it to the parking lot, and drop into the driver’s seat without further public humiliation. But just as you’re fumbling for your keys, your phone buzzes.

Mr. Bossman ❤️‍🔥: If you’re still feeling warm, a cold shower might help.

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[tojisun]

oh but bimbo!reader mssging simon (a military man) how theres a boy in campus (a frat boy specifically) who wont take no for an answer as he keeps tryna pursue you, corralling his frat brothers and even your cheer team to make up situations where you two could have an “alone time.” naturally, simon flies back to put the fear of god into this boy because what is he if not just a boy against simon’s bulk?

and since he is a pissy boy, you receive these messages from him:

from: dickhead

> bitch. you couldve just said your taken

> fucking cunt

to: dickhead

i did but you are just stubborn :/ <

also? it’s you’re* <

and thank you, btw. simmy loves it when i’m a cunt. the fact that you can’t handle me being one just proves his point :p <

from: dickhead

> fuck you and you’re ugly ass boyfriend

to: dickhead

your* 😭 <

simon, who pulled you to his lap the moment the first messages came rolling in, laughs before kissing you on your cheek.

“my smart cookie,” simon murmurs, nuzzling his nose along your skin.

you giggle, throwing your phone behind you before tackling simon and giving him a thousand smooches. simon catches you with ease, hefting you on top of him to slot you two in the comfiest position.

(simon snags a picture of you and him snuggling after sex, careful that all that’s showing is your after-sex glow and nothing more – not a sliver of skin past your marked-up neck – before asking permission from you if it’s alright that he sends it to ‘dickhead’.

your nose scrunches in confusion even as you nod, passing your phone back to simon. simon kisses your lips lightly in thanks, and arranges the message.

to: dickhead

[image attached] <

she’s mine, son. <

your number is blocked soon after by little frat boy.)

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[greengoblinswifey]

Entangled

pairing— nicholas alexander chavez x bimbo!nanny!reader

summary— after his wife’s jealousy and argument, nicholas sends her away to continue his escapades with you in peace

warnings— age gap(reader is 19, nicholas is aged up to be 40), infidelity, ass slapping, hair pulling, choking, begging, slight degradation, possessiveness, jealousy, praise kink, fingering, cunnilingus, oral(m), voyeurism, unprotected sex, creampie, cock warming, aftercare.

The house had been a bit tense since the Golden Globes. Victoria had seen everything—the pictures, the speech, the way the camera had panned to you at the exact moment he thanked a certain woman. She had confronted him about it, voice angry behind the bedroom door while you sat in the play room, braiding Madison’s hair and biting back a smile.

“She’s the nanny, Nicholas,” Victoria seethed. “Not your date. Do you know how humiliating that was? People sending me pictures, asking who she is, why I wasn’t with you—”

“The cameramen do that sometimes, V,” he interrupted. “It’s not that deep.”

“It is that deep when your wife isn’t there but she is,” she snapped.

You caught Madison’s curious glance in the mirror and gave her a reassuring smile, as if this argument wasn’t cracking you up. As usual, Victoria stormed out, too furious to even look in your direction.

Nicholas didn’t stop her.

By evening, you had put the kids down for a nap, and the house was quiet—except for the soft hum of Nicholas’ voice coming from his office. You hesitated for only a moment before pushing the large door open.

He briefly looked up when you stepped into his office. He was leaning back in his chair, one hand resting against his temple as he scrolled through scripts on his laptop. The sleeves of his dress shirt were rolled up, and the top buttons were undone, revealing a bit of his muscular chest to make you stare for a second too long.

“Kids down?” he asked, glancing at you briefly.

“Fast asleep,” you nodded, walking closer.

He hummed in approval, still focused on his screen. That was fine—you weren’t here to talk.

As you reached his desk, you spotted a pen lying on the floor near his chair. Perfect. You let it slip from your fingers, watching as it rolled under the desk.

“Oopsie,” you murmured, dropping to your knees.

He didn’t react at first, too absorbed in whatever work he was pretending to do. But the second he felt your hands sliding up his thighs, his muscles tensed. His jaw clenched.

“Y/N,” he warned.

You just smiled, fingers grazing over his belt. “Hm? Keep working,” you whispered.

His breath hitched as you made quick work of undoing his belt, your touch slow as you felt him harden. He exhaled sharply, shifting slightly in his seat as your hands moved with practiced ease. You took him out of his pants, and he sprang free, hard and veiny before you. His knuckles whitened as he gripped the armrests, his other hand lowering to tangle into your hair when your mouth made contact with his thick cock.

And then—a knock at the door.

You froze.

Nicholas cleared his throat quickly, his grip tightening in your hair, but not to pull you away. No, he wasn’t stopping you. He just needed you quiet.

“Come in,” he said, voice perfectly even.

The door creaked open, and Victoria stepped inside.

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” she sighed. “I just—I don’t know. I needed to cool off.”

“I know,” Nicholas exhaled slowly, his cock stiff beneath your hands as you took him deeper and deeper into your throat.

She lingered for a second before stepping closer, her arms crossed. “And for the record, I’m not jealous of Y/N. Just because she’s young and—”

“Victoria,” his voice was strained, cutting her off before she could finish.

“What?” she frowned.

He was getting close. You could feel it in the way his fingers twitched against your scalp, the way his cock throbbed in your mouth as you glided your tongue across his long shaft and caressed his balls.

“I think you should take a day at the beach house,” he said quickly. “Relax. Clear your head.”

She hesitated, studying him. “Y-you’re sending me away?”

“You know it helps you,” he reasoned. “And I have shit to do.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Fine. I’ll go in a few.”

She turned and left without another word, the door clicking shut behind her. The second she was gone, Nicholas’ entire body shuddered, his head tipping back against the chair. A low, breathy moan slipped past his lips as he came in your mouth, his fingers tightening in your hair for just a moment before going slack.

“You’re such a bad girl,” he muttered.

You giggled, wiping the corner of your mouth as you crawled out from under the desk.

“Your bad girl.”

Victoria left for the beach house in the morning, just as Nicholas had suggested. She didn’t say much before she left, just a tense nod and a quick hug for the kids. You had expected her to throw you a glare on her way out, but she barely spared you a glance. Maybe she was finally learning to pick her battles.

With her gone, the house felt quieter. Lighter. By bedtime, you had the kids settled into their routine. Madison clung to you as you read her a bedtime story, her tiny fingers curling around yours as her eyelids drooped. Alexander, on the other hand, was more resistant to sleep.

“Stay,” he mumbled as you tucked him in.

“Only until you fall asleep, okay?” you sighed, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead.

He gave a tired nod, already snuggling into your side. You lay beside him, running your fingers through his hair gently until his breathing evened out.

Once you were sure he was asleep, you carefully slipped out of bed, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before making your way out of the room.

You didn’t expect to find Nicholas waiting for you.

He was standing at the end of the hall, watching you with a look that made your core throb. His dress shirt was unbuttoned at the top, his sleeves rolled up again, and his hands rested loosely in his pockets. He didn’t say a word, just tilted his head slightly—an invitation.

Your feet moved before your mind caught up. He walked ahead of you, leading the way down the hall. Not to your room. Not to his office. Not to any of the other rooms. To his bedroom.

The one he shared with his wife.

You hesitated for only a second before stepping inside like you owned the place. The door shut with a quiet click, and suddenly, it was just the two of you.

His eyes flickered over you, dark with something you recognized all too well. “You’ve been looking so fucking beautiful all day,” he murmured.

You smirked. “And?”

Instead of answering, he reached out, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of your skirt, brushing against your ass.

“You know exactly what,” he muttered.

His hands skimmed higher, slow, like he had all the time in the world. You shivered, tilting your chin up as his mouth brushed over yours, hovering so close but didn’t quite close the distance.

“This bed,” you whispered, glancing past him at the neatly made sheets.

He hummed, his lips brushing against your neck. “Mine tonight,” he murmured. “Ours tonight.”

You didn’t argue. Instead, you let him pull you onto the bed, onto the same sheets where, just like the night he took your virginity, you weren’t just the nanny sneaking around the house.

You were his. And he was going to make sure you knew it.

He kissed you deeply as his hands traced down your sides, fingers pressing lightly against your hips before sliding beneath the fabric of your skirt.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” he murmured against your lips.

“Do I?” you smiled, breathless.

“That stunt you pulled earlier,” he continued. “Under the desk. Do you have any idea how hard it was to keep a straight face while you choked on my dick?”

You let out a soft laugh, but it quickly faded into a gasp as two fingers thrusted into your wet heat.

“I could barely focus on what she was saying,” he admitted, his mouth trailing along your jaw, down to your throat. “All I could think about was you.”

His thumb focused on your clit, moving in slow, teasing circles, and his fingers curled inside your pussy. Every thrust was meant to build you up, to unravel you piece by piece.

“Look at you,” he murmured, eyes dark as he watched your jaw fall agape. “So beautiful.”

You shivered at the praise, gripping onto his shoulders as the coil in your abdomen began to tighten.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” he continued, pressing a kiss to your lips. “You like it when I tell you that, don’t you?”

You nodded, barely able to find words. He chuckled. “Then cum on my fingers,” he whispered. “Let me see how much of a good girl you are.”

His words, the way his fingers moved with such precision, the way he knew your body like the back of his hand. It all sent you over the edge and your fingers dug into his muscular biceps as you shuddered, your orgasm ripping through you.

His lips captured yours again, swallowing the soft sounds you made as he guided you through every second of it, his fingers squelching in your pussy.

When the high finally melted away, leaving you breathless beneath him, he brushed his thumb over your cheek, his gaze softer now.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured.

He kissed his way down your body, his gaze locked with yours as you panted, savoring every inch of you. His hands ran over your body, removing the rest of your clothes and leaving you naked.

“You’re so fucking stunning,” he murmured against your skin, pressing kisses right below your navel piercing.

His lips finally pressed against your clit, kissing and sucking and you shivered at the heat of his breath. He was completely focused on you, on every little reaction you gave him. The praise kept coming, whispered between each long lick that left your pussy quivering.

“So sweet,” he murmured, his hands gripping your thighs just a little tighter. “Nothing, no one could ever compare.”

You felt the pleasure spread through you at his words, a rush of something intoxicating. Your fingers curled into the sheets as the feeling of his tongue lapping at your juices overwhelmed you, your body trembling beneath him.

“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” he praised. “So beautiful like this, such a pretty pussy.”

The pleasure built, pushing you toward the edge all over again. But it was his next words that completely undid you.

“She never tastes this good.”

A soft, helpless moan escaped you, your body giving in entirely to the overwhelming of his mouth engulfing your clit. He groaned in response, clearly pleased with how easily you unraveled for him.

“That’s my princess,” he murmured, pressing slow, soothing kisses to your pussy as you came down. “So fucking naughty.”

And as he kissed his way back up your body, claiming your lips in a slow, heated kiss, you realized the night was far from over.

Nicholas stood over you, shedding his clothes and stroking his hard cock. You squirmed, hips bucking slightly, wanting him closer.

“You’re so eager, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice a low murmur. “Say please fuck me.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you stared at the bead of pre cum that had collected at the tip.

“Say it,” he instructed.

You gasped, eyes meeting his with a desperate longing. “Please fuck me,” you breathed, the words tumbling out of your mouth, eager for his touch.

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “Good girl,” he praised. “I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

You nodded, feeling a wave of anticipation wash over you as he moved behind you. You lowered yourself onto your stomach, arching your back, your heart pounding in your chest, your body trembling with need.

His hands rested on your lower back, gently caressing the tattooed skin, as he whispered praises, his breath warm against your ear. “You're so fucking sexy like this. Every little thing about you drives me wild.”

Slowly, he dragged his cock along your folds, collecting your wetness as it squelched. He slapped your ass making you giggle but it quickly turned into a strangled gasp as he pushed into you. His cock took your breath away, stretching you out in a way you had desperately been needing.

He moaned, giving you a minute to adjust before sinking deeper into you. “So fucking tight for me, sweetheart.”

You shivered at his words, your pussy reacting to his every touch as you fluttered around him. His fingers tangled in your hair, using it as an anchor as he thrusted, each movement sending a ripple of pleasure through you. “Taking this dick so well,” he continued, his voice shaky.

He fucked you with long, deep strokes, each one tipping you over the edge and slamming against your g spot. He left only the tip in before sending every inch of him into your cervix making you cry out into the sheets.

“Too hard baby? That’s too bad, you asked me to fuck you, sweetie. Now you have to take it,” he cooed.

He wrapped his hand around your neck, bringing you to arch off him and titling your head to the side to capture your lips in a needy kiss. You kissed him back with equal desperation, reaching around to grab his hair and run your fingers through it. You still couldn’t believe you had the married man you had needed so bad.

“Rub that clit for me, sweetheart. Need you to cum on this dick,” he whispered into your ear.

He squeezed your neck firm but gentle as you rubbed your clit, your pussy clamping around him.

“That’s it, baby. God, I need you to cum right fucking now,” he said, voice trembling.

Your hand went to the back of his head, pulling his lips into the back of your neck as your whole body shuddered. Your pussy gushed around his cock, soaking him and the sheets below.

“Good fucking girl,” he praised. “I’m so proud of you, but I’m not done with my pussy get.”

He swiftly positioned you so you were on top of him, his awaiting cock hard and throbbing. “I need you to ride this cock like you own it because sweetheart, you do. Fucking ride your cock.”

His words sent a rush of something through you. You were playing a dangerous game, but he was in charge and you knew—you’d win over her. The way he said it, so confident, so certain, made you even wetter. There was something primal in the way his words reached you.

Immediately, you lowered yourself onto his cock, placing your hands on his firm, muscular chest. You both moaned, his cock stretching you and practically splitting you in half as you sucked him in, inch by inch.

“You’re so tight baby, so wet,” he moaned, voice low and gravelly.

At his words, you lifted yourself and fell back down, his cock immediately kissing your cervix. Your nails dug into his chest and you began bouncing at a steady pace that made you feel him in your guts.

“So so big,” you cried out.

His hands went to your ass, grabbing it and guiding you as it clapped against him with each bounce. You could feel every vein, every throb and it had your mind empty. No thoughts, just his cock sliding inside you.

His jaw fell agape, his gaze moving from your pussy swallowing his cock to your tits bouncing wildly in his face. “Riding my cock so fucking well baby.”

He leaned forward, lips wrapped around your nipples and biting gently as you rode him like your life depended on it. As soon as you began circling your hips, grinding, finding a rhythm and circling again, you knew you had him.

“Oh my fucking God,” he moaned, fingers gripping the sheets. “Where the fuck did you learn that, I- I’m gonna cum.”

You moved your hips in a circle as you bounced, your precise movements having his toes curling and his fingers tangled in the sheets. “So fucking hot baby. You’re going to fucking kill me.”

The sight of him unraveling at your mercy beneath you and the feeling of his cock ripping you apart was enough to send you over the edge and your nails dug into his firm pecs as you squirted on his raw cock. You shuddered above him, but you kept bouncing and following your orgasm, you felt ropes of his warm, sticky cum filling you up.

He wrapped his big arms around you, finally regaining control and holding you in place as he thrusted inside you, making sure your tight pussy milked him of every last drop of his cum.

Nicholas gently pulled you down and you rested your head against his chest, your breath still coming in soft, steady breaths. He didn’t pull out, just held you close, his hand gently caressing your back.

“That was amazing, sweetheart,” he said. “You’re so hot, so perfect. Every moment with you feels so right.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you responded, your voice equally soft, “You were incredible, too. It felt so good.”

He kissed you, slow, his lips tasting yours, savoring the connection. You began to shift slightly, trying to get off him to grab the covers.

But before you could fully pull away, Nicholas’ arms tightened around you, pulling you back to his warm body. He nuzzled your neck, a gentle sigh escaping his lips. “No, baby. Me and my girl are staying like this all night,” he said, his voice calm. “I’m not letting go of you just yet.”

The words sent a warmth through you, a sense of belonging that made your heart swell. You liked the sound of that. The idea of staying wrapped in his arms, feeling safe, wanted, and cherished, was more comforting than anything else.

“Mmkay,” you whispered, letting yourself relax again in his embrace, enjoying the quiet comfort of just being with him.

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[rafesplaymate]

First Encounter.

Bestfriendsboyfriend!Rafe x Bimbo!Reader

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chapter visuals here.

warnings: slight smut. infidelity (not on reader). choking. dumbification. immoral thought process. substance use (drinking while driving.) power dynamics. dom / sub dynamics. toxic behaviors. manipulation / gaslighting. slight coercion / dubcon?

a/n: i am so hyped to release this AU. been playing around with it for a while. i decided to use maddy’s name from the show so im sorry if you’re a maddy. Her face claim is NOT alexa demie, can be anyone you imagine. not verbatim to the storyline / scene —my version of it —btw they’re all out of high school. enjoy!

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Bang. Bang. Bang.

“M’fuckin busy! Fuck off!” Growls Rafe breathlessly, too entranced by his sweet doll who he’s pounding into the door. Pressing sloppy kisses to her cheek as he groaned into her skin; her bruised bottom lip hidden behind her front teeth in an attempt to keep her volume down as he presses her body to the bathroom door. But breathy moans and whines couldn’t help but slip past her swollen lips. The heat they built up in the restroom almost suffocating. Harsh breathes and moans of pure desire being passed to one another. He’ll be damned if he lets some stupid party-goer ruins this for him. Something he’s been dying to have.

“Rafe?!” His girlfriend knew that voice, wondering why she hasn’t seen him around the party. “Are you serious?! Open the fucking door, I have to pee! I’m not fucking around! Where have you been?!” she shouted, her voice full of vexation as she continues fumbling with the knob and banging on the wood from the other side. Sure, they’d been on a ‘break’ since their latest fight, but the was still her man and she wants to know what the hell he’s up to.

As for Rafe and y/n, the realization of who’s on the other side of the door —makes time stop. Their bubble of passion and intoxicating ambience getting popped. He looks at his doll’s eyes widen with immense fear, her lips parting to speak and the only thing coming out being a squeak when he shoves his large hand over her mouth. Her beautiful doe eyes looking into his as he presses her to the door and catches his breath. Mind calculating at the situation.

“Sh, relax —told you to trust me, didn’t I?”, he whispered gruffly to her; his eyes glaring with warning as he pressed her harder into the door. The banging from his girlfriend on the other side shaking her half-naked body as fear and anxiety drips from her eyes in the form of tears. “Don’t fucking cry. I swear to god —don’t. Just relax.” His voice softened slightly to accumulate her compliance once more.

He watched as her body relaxed slightly until the banging started up once again and his girlfriend started shouting for him to let her in once more. “Are you taking a shit? I can smell it, you’re fucking gross!” She mocked with a laugh, her hand jangling the knob once more. He watches as his doll’s hand comes down to press against it, keeping it in place as her eyes look at him for resolve, tears dripping down once more.

“I told you to stop crying, are you fuckin’ serious right now?” He reprimanded her, dragging his hand down her face to grip her throat while he repositions himself to hop her higher and adjust her body. “If you start trippin’ she’s gonna find out so, chill.” He mocked her, leaning his head in with his infamous smirk as he brushed his lips against hers. Not too deterred by his girlfriend on the other side. In fact the thrill sets him off and he begins grinding into her once more.

Her eyes flutter with the feeling as she relaxes her body once more, thighs widening around his waist as her manicured hand grips the back of his neck. “Yeah, yeah… there you go. Sh, just let me take care of it —of you, alright? No need to worry that empty little head. I got it.” He whispered against her mouth, his chest burning with satisfaction at her submissive whimpers as she whines under her breath.

“Bu-but…” she starts up, her sweet voice filled with guilt as her brows furrow once more in worry. Looking deep into his cobalt eyes as he domineers her with his presence. “She’s my best friend.” She whines sweetly, her voice shaky and demeanor racked with culpability. It makes Rafe want to ruin her that much more, determined to break down her faithfulness to the girl on the other side. It should only be to him, he’ll be damned if it doesn’t happen.

“What about it?” He mocks under his breath, grinding his hips into her once again, watching as her brows furrowed and lips formed an ‘O’ and she fell into his being easily, brain going fuzzier from his cock in her. “She’s my girlfriend, but you didn’t mind too much when you were taking your panties off in my car to show me this pretty pussy, did you? Or when you were kissing and rubbing up on me.” He ridicules her for her earlier actions, for the reason she’s even in this position to begin with. Gaslighting her into believing she was the one who started this, even though he’s the one who knotted the web he caught her in.

“Don’t worry about what she is. Just worry about being good for me, and I’ll take care of it. Kay? Told you that your loyalty lies with me now.” He whispered to her, pressing his lips against hers softly as his girlfriend’s resolve broke and she walked off with a scoff. Leaving the two alone once more —just as it should be, in his mind.

“See? Nothing to worry about. Now where were we.”

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If Rafe said he was surprised he ended up in this position he would be wrong. Because he’d been dying too, ready to claim the little doll he’s had his eye on since the relationship with his girl has fallen into the flames of irreparability. Their toxicity no longer fun and draining as he find himself wishing he’d never got to this point in the first place. Or got with her.

But oh…. her sweet, little best friend has been the salvation he’s been dreaming about. Her mindless way of being consuming his every thought as he calculates how to catch her in his grip. How to ensure she becomes his, and his alone. Friendships and relationships be damned.

And it seems his constant thoughts of her finally manifested in real time. Smirking to himself as he walks out the door of the liquor shop he stopped by to get drinks before heading to Topper’s. His doll faced fantasy sitting outside on the sidewalk in her tiny little dress and cute heels as she sniffles to herself. Glittery eyes decorated with equally glittery tears as she drinks her sorrows away. Tired of the constant berating from everyone around her. Exhausted even.

The perfect time for Rafe to be her knight in shining armor.

“Hey,” he spoke out after leaving the shop. Coming to tower behind her, as he stares down at her. Watching as her gorgeous face turns up to look at him, eyes focusing on him with a false innocence that has every guy on the island vying after her constantly. Tits spilling out of her small dress, cute lace thong peeking out from the short skirt and her position on the sidewalk. French tipped toes in strappy heels pointed together as her knees held against each other. “What’s going on with you? Aren’t you suppose to be at the party? Where’s Maddy?”

He watches as she shrugs, looking down and letting her tears fall onto her smooth legs, that gleam under the moonlight with body glitter and lotion —as pitiful sobs rack from her chest once more. She’s the epitome of pathetic and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take advantage of it.

“We had a fight. She dumped me here. Said I was too dumb for her to be around. Too much.” She whispered pathetically, caving in on herself as her blinged, manicured nails fiddle with each other. Her cute nose twitching like a bunny as she sniffles —a baby bunny he’s determined to eat up and savor like the big bad wolf he is.

A scoff leaves Rafe’s mouth as he shakes his head. Lips quirking at the sides, as he speaks to her with insincere consolation in his voice. His pathetic girl, of course she’s too much. Head too empty, and in need of constant guidance. A little lamb wobbling on her weak legs as she attempts to walk and luckily she has him to guide her like a sheppard.

Everyone knew y/n was an airhead —a bimbo. As sad as it is to say, it’s completely accurate. She’d always been too sweet and too dense for her own good, with a banging body and pretty face. Maybe not the sharpest crayon in the box but she sure as hell was always the prettiest. Her point constantly dulled out by the way she was used —by everyone around her. Taking turns and fighting over who gets to color with her. Rafe is the one who’s determined to break her in half and keep her in his pocket. Completely unusable to anyone else except for him.

He remembers when he met her back in high school. Bouncing around Tannyhill during one of Rafe’s functions; in her skimpy outfit as her plump chest practically spilled out. Little, g-string nestled between her cheeks as the bottom of her tiny skirt lifted with her movements. Stumbling around in strappy heels, with manicured toes. Her body shimmering with glitter and flawless complexion shining under the strobing lights of the party. Pretty eyes decorated with sparkles and plump lips glossed as she giggled at the boys surrounding her.

She was the complete opposite of his girlfriend —her best friend. Both equally as beautiful, equally as stunning. But two completely different demeanors. Yin and Yang. Night and Day. Sweet and Salty. And that’s why they worked so well, that’s why they clicked. But that’s also why Rafe realized he had a sweet tooth way more than a savory one. Feeling like he chose the wrong meal when he preferred dessert as he observed her more and more over time —the more and more his relationship fell apart.

When he’d first met Maddy during the end of his junior year, he’d been completely entranced by her domineering and confident attitude. Equal to his and intoxicating. She was a challenge, something to conquer. A kitten with sharp claws he wanted to tame and let scratch him. She had been moving around enticingly in her skimpy cheer uniform during one of their pep rally’s, her sharp eyes gazing at him with desire as she seduced him. She was everything he wanted in a girl. At least that’s what he felt at the time.

Now 3 years into their relationship and he’s really understanding the saying that not all the glitters is gold. Thinking with his dick got his throat ripped out constantly by the lioness he succumbed too. His relationship was quickly and surely falling into the toilet and he was completely ready to flush it away. Tired of the constant fighting, the constant paranoia of setting her off and exhausted from the way she constantly set off the ticking-time-bomb he was.

Him and maddy were nearing the end —that was forsure. At first their toxic attitudes colliding was fun —thrilling even. Now though, it was anything but. She was sick and tired of his dodgy demeanor and asshole tendencies. His need to dominate her and the way he lashed out when he couldn’t. He was sick and tired of her constantly picking away at him, leaving him exasperated as she yapped away anytime he did something she felt was out of bounds. The constant battles for power, the constant attempts at enticing jealousy, the constant paranoia and possessiveness, the constant screaming matches —on both ends.

The sex was getting dull. In fact, it already was. So tired of her bullshit and constantly pressing her face into the sheets just to shut her the fuck up and get his nut in. His desire for her wearing off to the point that he felt like he couldn’t get it up anymore. In fact, she’d already ridiculed him for not being able to keep his dick hard. That’s when he knew, that any passion he may have once had for her had completely weaned away. And all they did was beat an already dead and rotting horse. It was time for something fresh.

The more his relationship declined, the more he noticed y/n. Fuck, she was so sweet. Like a delicate chocolate crafted with the intent to make everyone addicted, with just a taste of her presence. One he wanted no one else but him to savor. Sweet giggles and charming smiles, the way she hugs everyone with her chest pressed tightly to theirs. An air of glittery, demure charm that made everyone want to be around her. Gorgeous body, pretty face and an head so empty he swears if he knocked on it —it would sound hollow.

But the more he observed her, the more he noticed everything. Her constant need for validation, her lack of confidence. The way she so easily fell for anyone who gave her the slightest bit of soft affection. The way she clinged onto people like a stray needing shelter. Sad eyes hidden behind kind smiles, and charming giggles. The way she caved in on herself when she someone disregarded her. It was perfect, the perfect canvas for him to mold at his whim and every desire. The only thing that stopped him was her devotion to her best friend.

Maddy and y/n had been attached at the hip since they were pre-teens. Their friendship may have seemed tight from the outside perspective, but Rafe knew the truth. Their whole circle did.

Maddy saw y/n as her accessory, someone she could manipulate when convenient. Her doll to play with and use however she desires. Constantly speaking to her with a patronizing and condescending tone hidden behind faux care. Berating her with soft words of fake love. Dragging her around whenever she wanted, to wherever she wanted and disregarding her whenever just the same. Making her submit constantly. And y/n let herself, she felt like it was real-genuine love.

So it’s no surprise to Rafe that Maddy tossed her out after a fight. That’s just what she does, to everyone. No regard for anything that isn’t benefiting her. But he should thank her, because she created the perfect situation for him to get what he wants and he’ll be stupid not to take the opportunity. Maybe she was Maddy’s doll to play with, but Rafe would steal her and make her his and his alone. Like a limited edition that only he would have access too.

“Well, uh” he started, staring down at her with pure mischief in his gaze that she would never catch onto. His pathetic girl who needed someone to scoop her up and protect her from the cruel reality surrounding them. “I’m headed over there right now, I could give you a ride. If you’re up to it?” He said sincerely, watching the way her eyes lit up with cheer as the sadness washed away. That bright smile he adores, once again adorning her gorgeous face as she squeaks out a, “really? yes! thank you!”

He walks to stand in front of her and extends his hand out, letting her smaller one grasp his palm as he lifts her up from the sidewalk. Watching as her dress rises up more with her movements and exposes the tiny g-string she wore. His eyes immediately falling to the wrapped up present between her legs as she let out a ‘whoops!’ and adjusts her dress. Pulling it down like it did anything, her ass was still hanging out.

“C’mon, Top’s waiting on me.” He said with charm, gripping her now by her upper arm as he tugged her to the passenger side of his truck and opened it up for her. Letting her grip his hand to step onto the side bar as she lifted herself up —watching as her ass showed from under the dress until she tucked herself away into the passenger seat. “Thanks Rafe”, she told him sweetly. Giving him that pretty smile while he just nodded his head and returned it. Shutting the door and quickly jogging over to the driver’s side.

Once he gets in, he immediately starts the engine —putting his arm over the passenger seat and turning his head back to guide himself out of the parking space. It’s when he turned back forward after reversing and putting the car into gear that he noticed her staring at him. “Got something on my face, or what?” He jokingly griped, turning to look at her as she looked at him with her head tilted —observing him.

“Hmm, no. You’re just like, really pretty you know that?” She giggled, her faux lashes fluttering as Rafe’s lips quirked at the corners from her comment. One foot into the black hole that was Rafe Cameron, one step closer. “Yeah? Well I could say the same about you, doll.” He quipped back, watching as her smile widened and she leaned her body closer to his. Rafe’s fingertips burning with want as her sweet smelling perfume invaded the truck and his senses.

“You’re just saying that,” she said softly, turning her head to look out the window as she fiddled with her tinsled hair. “Nah, I mean it. You’re beautiful.” He said with confidence, watching her turn back to face him as she clung onto his words. Observing the way he reached his arm back to grab a beer out of the case he bought. Biting the cap off and spitting it out before placing it between her parted thighs, then reaching back to grab another for himself. “Um… I’m-I’m already a little buzzed.” She admitted, staring at the beer on her lap after he bit the cap off his; spitting it on the center console. Throwing it back and taking a big chug as he sped down the dark road to Topper’s.

“Y’know, it’s rude to decline a drink from someone who’s being so nice to you.” He drawled, left arm steering the wheel as his he brought the bottle to his lips and took another swig. ‘Future’ playing lowly in the background as he turned to look at her. Watching as she looked at him with guilty eyes and bit her pretty lips between her teeth. “Oh,” she stated softly, grabbing the beer and fiddling with it. “M’sorry Rafe, didn’t meant to be.” She said sweetly, bringing the bottle to her lips as she took a swig —clearly nervous. But the way she did exactly what he said was perfect.

As they both continued to take swigs of their drinks, tension and silence filled the car. Rafe staring at her every once in a while with a look that screamed want. Her looking at him with worry every few seconds when he began speeding up the car. The mileage amping up as they zoomed down the dark road. Her blinged acrylics gripping the seat to ground herself. It’s when Rafe went over a bump and the beer held in between her legs spilled over did she react. ‘Oh!’ she gasped at the cold liquid splashing on her legs.

She began giggling with embarrassment, unbuckling her seat belt and turning to wipe down any that fell on the seat as she looked at him with a coy smile. Rafe staring at her with an impish smirk as he watched her scamper with nerves. Finally settling back down and finishing off what was left of her drink as she held eye contact with him.

“Yeah… you’re real beautiful, doll.” He said with a bewitching tone. His eyes full of burning want that even her dumb, little brain could catch onto. She knew that look, that look in men’s eyes when they vied after her. And she reveled in it, reveled in Rafe’s attention —his validation.

As if entranced, with slow, sensual movements she lifted the skirt of her tight dress just a bit —hooking her thumbs against the edges of her g-string. She lifted her hips and with soft movements, began rolling the material down her thighs and legs seductively. Rafe’s gaze flickering between her little show and her gaze filled with unadulterated desire —when he didn’t need to look at the road. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth as she finally got them off her legs and threw them in the back. Lifting herself to push her upper body out of the open window and spreading her legs to show him the wetness between her legs.

Keeping eye contact as she spread herself open for him until she titled her head back and pushed out her plump chest sensually. Hair swaying cinematically in the wind as she posed for him. Rafe’s entire body burning ablaze and filling with triumph as she fell right into his lap. His eyes lowering to her cute pussy that he wants to ravage and own. Fuck yeah. He was gonna have her, take her. Make her his.

His sweet, little bimbo. His doll.

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When they finally pulled up to Topper’s she had been bent across the center console on her knees; pressing desperate kisses across his cheek and neck. Manicured hand rubbing over the bulge in his pants as she moaned against his skin. Rafe’s left hand white from gripping the steering wheel while his right arm was around her back —hand groping her ass as the tips of his fingers teased her wetness. “Fuck —baby” he started, bringing the truck to a halt outside of the function. Listening to her whine as she pressed sloppy kisses all over him and rubbed his hard-on. “We’re here, doll. Gotta stop.” He watched as she pulled back with a whine, her eyes full of dejection as she moved away from him.

“Did I… did I do something wrong?” She mewled, rejection filling her body. Rafe gripped her by the back of her head, leaning his body over the console and bringing her closer till heir lips met in a sloppy, harsh kiss of tongue and teeth clashing. When he pulled back, a string of saliva kept them connected —her eyes fluttering with lust as they stared into each other. “You didn’t shit wrong, baby.” He scolded while shaking her head in his grip. “Nah, in fact you did exactly what you’re suppose to.”

He watched as her eyes lit up, leaning herself into him as much as she could with the barrier. The alcohol buzzing through her veins alongside her burning desire for him. Her head fuzzy and filling up with thoughts of Rafe, Rafe, Rafe. Needing him to do whatever he pleases with her just as long as he keeps giving her attention and love. That’s all she wants, all she needs. Especially from him.

Rafe stopped her before she could connect their lips again, bringing a hand to grip her face and hold her in place as he spoke to her with firmness. “Hey, listen. I know it’s hard for that little brain to think but I need you to listen to me, okay?” He told her, needing her to understand it’s his word that takes priority. Her head nodding as much as it could with the grip on her face. Eyes digging into his own as she awaited his command.

“That’s a good girl, so good for me already.” He praised, watching as her expression changed into satisfaction. Her eyes full of adoration. Perfect, it was all coming together just as he wanted. “Here’s what’s gonna happen, now listen to me very carefully”, he urged. Slowing his words so her head full of air can catch onto them. “M’gonna go in first, okay? Then m’gonna to the upstairs restroom and I want you to meet me there. You know we can’t walk in together.”

The look in her eyes was quickly replaced penitence, the feeling of remorse sinking deep in her gut —filling her body and setting her nerves ablaze. Her need to be loyal quickly filling her senses with the fact that she was kissing on her friend’s man. Her best friend, at that. She tried to move her grip from his face, but Rafe quickly caught on. “Hey, no —relax. We’re not doing anything wrong, doll.” He cooed, consoling her guilt and trying to appease her now anxious demeanor.

“But-“ she tried to start up, quickly cut off by a gruff, “But nothing.” He said harshly, tightening his hold on her as her body tensed with fear at the thought of Maddy finding out. Rafe wouldn’t let that happen, not until he made her —his. She didn’t need to be loyal to anyone but him, least of all Maddy.

“Your loyalty lies with me now, okay? Don’t worry about Maddy, you know we haven’t been good for a long time.” He assured, but the guilt flickering on and off in her gaze was still there and he was determined to snuff it out completely. “She doesn’t care about you. But, I do. I just wanna take care of you, baby. Want you to take care of me too. M’gonna make sure everything is okay, gonna protect you. So stop forcing yourself to think so hard, you know that’s not your thing.” And that was enough for her, her head immediately going back to its dazed state as she relaxed in his grip. Her resolve deflating completely.

“O-Okay” she faltered, letting herself breakdown at his whim. Letting her head fill up once again with only him. “I trust you”, she vowed. Letting herself fall that much more into his black hole of a being. And it’s all Rafe needed to hear, all he needed to know that he gets his way —always. She was going to be his, bound to him completely. Maddy nor even herself would be able to stop it —no. This was the beginning of a relationship that would set ablaze everything they knew. He was more than prepared to either snuff it out or add gasoline to the fire if needed.

Just as long as she knew her place. Knew what she was and who she would dedicate herself too. He would break her down, take away everything she knew. He would ensure she had no one, nothing but him. Destroy what was already left of her mind and wavering self-esteem so she would be completely dependent on him and him alone. It wouldn’t be now, but it’s a start. One he’s determined to finish and come out in triumph.

“That’s my doll. Now be good for me and do as your told. I’ll see you inside.”

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a/n: phew! the first installment set. i didn’t want to copy the scenes verbatim, more so use them as inspo. i hope yall enjoy! pls let me know what you think! much love!

taglist: @littlelamy @xcinnamonmalfoyx @slut-4-gojo @hello-therree @atjlovverr @letmebeyoureuphoria @chroniccorpse @percysley @rafecameronssl4t @rafesangelita @lilbunnysfics @honeyncherry @jjsmermaid @cecehersworld @lethimultraviolenceme

[yawnderu]

Simon's encounters with an angel or Simon Riley is pathetically in love with his princess

>Simon Riley x Bimbo!Reader Masterlist♡

🌸'cause this type of love's the epitome | playlist

>Reqs closed! 🎀

✩ Another planet earth?

✩ Ms. Whiskers

✩ Their dynamic

✩ Their dynamic | Part 2

✩ Their dynamic | Part 3

✩ Skincare

✩ Corruption (NOT CANON, OOC)

✩ Jealousy (NOT CANON, OOC)

✩ Gym Princess

✩ Clubbing

✩ Interests and book smarts

✩ Would you still love me if I was a worm?

✩ Simon carrying her out of the club

✩ Does Simon support her financially?

✩ Goofy Trial | Friendship with Gaz and Soap

✩ Filthy Frank Merch

✩ Taking the lead

✩ Kiss marks

✩ Matching nails

✩ How did they meet?

✩ Does she know he's in the SAS?

✩ I <3 my boyfriend sweatpants

✩ Does she ever get jealous?

✩ Would she wear the TikTok forbidden pants?

✩ Bow trend

✩ Rewards after acing an exam

✩ Bow trend... on his dick

✩ Would Simon share her with the 141?

✩ Christmas with Simon and your family

✩ Would Simon let her see his soft dick?

✩ Their Instagram accounts

✩ Albert Whiskers

✩ Baby carrier

✩ Playing Roblox together

✩ Doing her skincare after finding her asleep on the couch

✩ Snow day

✩ How would he propose?

✩ Spa day at home

✩ Matching tracksuits

✩ Did you know him? [meme]

✩ What would they argue about and how would they make up?

✩ Matching crop tops

✩ Sex!💗

✩ Would he fuck her with full gear and mask on?

✩ Sonny Angels

✩ Boyfriend effect

✩ Simon's reaction to her nipple piercings

✩ Relationship weight gain

✩ Pillow fort

✩ Periods stop nothing but sentences

✩ Wrapping a bow on it

✩ Pegging

✩ Backshots

✩ Interacting with Gaz and Johnny

✩ Playing mermaids

✩ Eating pussy

✩ Long nails

✩ Their daughter

✩ NSFW Link

✩ Trying anal

✩ Holding her pregnant belly💗

✩ Baby kicking

✩ Fashion style while pregnant

✩ Hand tattoos

✩ This type of love's the epitome

✩ Valentine's day card

✩ Back scratches

✩ Masturbating on videocall

[korn-dawg]

Bimbo reader x loser Abby or Ellie?

gyus why is this kinda .....

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Abby

-she'd defo be protective over you, especially because you're not all entirely there 24/7

-can get a little impatient, but for the most part takes the time to break stuff down so you understand it

-gets surprisingly flustered when you sit on her lap in those miniskirts you love oh so much

-loves to just carry you places; sometimes she won't even ask before picking you up and slinging you over her shoulder (making sure to cover your ass with her free hand ofc)

-gets all pouty when you take super long to get ready

-has a folder in her camera roll of just fit checks you send her

-learned latte art and does it in your morning coffee so you can post it on your insta story

-saves every link to online stores you send her in her notes app just in case she runs out of her own ideas for gifts

-gets all giddy when you squeeze on her muscles and tell her how strong she is

-has you sit on her back to do pushups in your living room, biting back a smile at your giggling

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Ellie

-literally will buy you whatever. look at it and it’s yours

-loves how your silk pjs feel, she’ll literally rub your back just to feel the material

-does your hair for you and helps you out if you’re taking too long to get ready

-gets on one knee in public to re-fasten or re-tie your shoes for you, patting her thigh so you can put your foot up

-loves watching you get your nails done, she’ll sit in on your appointments just to look over the process

-draws you everywhere and anywhere she can (including on her wall)

-pretends to hate it but lives for when you kiss her and get lipstick marks on her

-went on a picnic with you and spent the entire time staring at you like you personally planted every flower in the feild while you gossiped to her

-loves hearing your drama but will deny it sosososo hard

-has a pink and purple dino plushie she named after you that she sleeps with

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hey gysu so that fever actually kicked my ass and my writing was gibberish .... im back now tho !!!!!

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taglist !! : @hihihhihahahha @lolitalovess @peskylez @odettesoddities @saturnhas82moons @kylorey25 @lipglosskxsses @mars4hellokitty @hwasddeongbyeoli @kaykeryyy @kissyslut @cynthia-16 @meow4510

[luvbabydoll]

a continuation of this

your lipgloss is smeared across your cheek from where he kissed you too hard, and your mascara’s already running a bit from how good he’s fucking you—but your voice is still soft and airy when you blink up at him and ask:

"wait—does it like... count as cardio even if I’m just layin’ here bein’ pretty?"

simon’s hips stutter against yours, his groan rough and low as it slips against your neck.

“christ, pet. you’re gonna kill me.”

he’s smirking, though. the kind of smirk you feel rather than see, all pressed against your skin like he’s trying to melt into you.

you giggle, all pleased with yourself, hands sliding lazily up his chest like you’re not even aware of the way you’re clenching around him.

“well, i do feel a bit sweaty…”

your fingers tug playfully at his dog tag.

“is that, like, a workout? or just ‘cause you’re so mean to me?”

“mean?” he huffs out a laugh, voice thick and slurred with accent and need. “you’re the one layin’ there like a fuckin’ angel, sayin’ the dumbest little things with my cock in you—’course i’m losin’ my head.”

you blink up at him, lips parting around a whine when he grinds into you a little deeper, slower.

“mmh, i was gonna wear my new pink panties today…”

your voice is dreamy, almost distracted, like it just floated up from wherever your brain’s gone.

simon’s mouth curls against your jaw.

“yeah? why didn’t you?”

“you never let me keep ‘em on anyway…”

you say it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, all wide-eyed and bashful-proud, and he groans again, this time downright pained.

“fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

he dips his head and kisses you, deep and filthy, until you’re pawing at his shoulders and whining against his lips.

“if i say please real nice, will you finish inside?”

that’s what breaks him.

his rhythm falters, rough hands sliding under your thighs to push them higher, deeper, his growl all warm and wrecked against your ear.

“you want that, pet? want me to fill you up like a good girl, yeah?”

you nod so fast your head tips back against the pillows, glossy-eyed and gasping, fingers clawing at him like you need him deeper even when he’s already splitting you in half.

“mhm, yeah—makes my brain all floaty…” you sigh, content and fucked dumb.

and simon? he fuckin’ adores you like this. all sweet and soft and brainless. his pretty, spoiled thing.